Roger, enjoying the sweet exciting taste of the twelve-year-old's body, moaned with delicious satisfaction. His organ, still sheathed in his pants, throbbed with blood-swollen pain. Shifting his position, he pressed his rock-hard cock against her thighs while licking the flats of her feet.
Arlene, wanting to become a part of his love feast, jerked the arousing lollipop out of his hands and uncovering his bursting tube, covered it with the pop's sugary substance. Then, while he continued licking and loving her limbs, she shoved the flat side of his heavily veined cock up against her frothing lips and licked.
His body jerked wildly as the fires within her expertly manipulated tongue drove him to frenzied distraction. In the end, her tongue won out. Giving up the sweet ambrosia of her young body, he fell back against the bed and blankly stared up at the ceiling while she dined on his enormous cock.
The slow, deliberate strokes of her hot tongue against the steaming flesh of his monolith created a delirium of lustful passion within his seething loins. Not wanting to be eaten alive by the devouring mouth of the young girl, he quickly flipped her over on her back and with a cry of animal frenzy, buried her hot, hairless cunt in his mouth. She, not wanting to be left with an empty mouth, locked onto his jutting appendage and shoved it back into her hot, drooling mouth.
CHAPTER ONE
The sun, irked at having to rise at such an early hour, truculently poked its orb above the city's skyline. If it had to rise, it would make sure everyone else did also. Its surface glowed and pulsed as if it were trying to broil everything in sight.
The intensity of the heat grew greater and greater until the entire city was swimming in its heat waves. Then, as fast as it started, it ended. The cause ... four young girls loading up a station wagon and exposing almost every luscious inch of their exciting young bodies in the process. Rising higher to get a better look, the sun now knew why they, instead of the on looking driver, were doing all the work. It was his old friend, Roger Denham, letch and cocksman extraordinaire.
Now the sun was anxious to rise high in the sky as Roger in action was always a joy to see. And by the rise in his crotch, Roger was about to ride again.
"That's it, girls," he prompted like a football coach. "Make sure the luggage is all even. That way we won't lose anything if we hit a bump."
One of the girls turned and glared at him.
"I thought you were supposed to be doing this!" complained the peevish female.
"Yeah," chimed in the other girls. All save one. She merely stood and watched the little scene unfold. And by the smile on her lovely face, it amused her.
"We paid a lot of money to Miss Cheatham and we want something in return for our money," continued the instigator of the minor revolt.
Roger threw up his hands in surrender.
"All right, girls," he sighed. "I was only trying to help."
"How?" demanded one of the leader's disciples. "By looking up our skirts while we were loading the car? I saw you."
The humor left the man.
"I think you'll find your parents waiting to say goodbye in the reception room. You have any complaints," he droned, "tell it to them. And," he continued, fixing his eyes on the last girl to complain, "if I was so busy watching you expose yourself and you knew about it, how come it took you so long to say anything? Uhhhhh?" he dared angrily.
"Let's go and say goodbye," interrupted the leader.
"You do that," he grunted angrily.
The threesome left. Roger stared at the still quietly smiling girl.
"What about you?" he asked defensively, "have anything to add?"
"Nope," she said easily, "just thought I'd help." She eyed his swollen pants. "If you need any ... "
He smiled. A girl after his own heart. Pulling out his roster, he tried to pick out her name. A slender, well manicured finger did it for him.
"There," she said, "fourth from the bottom-Angel Thomas."
The heat of her scented breath sent his senses soaring.
"Are you an angel?" he asked.
With a pert flip of her hips, she bent over and picked up a piece of luggage.
"That's for me to know ... and for you to find out," she answered seductively.
Roger was going to love this girl. And from the peek he just got of her asscheeks, quite a bit.
She hoisted the case up onto the edge of the rack and then paused.
From where Roger was standing, he hoped she stayed in that position forever. She was wearing a mini-mini skirt and standing on tiptoe the way she was, her entire ass was there for the whole world to see. The girl was built like an ice skater. She had firm, shapely calves which swept up to a finely molded set of thighs which curved outward and upward into the most beautiful pair of marble-tight asscheeks he had seen in many a year. And the fact they were embraced by a pair of lacy panties with frilly borders on them turned him on even more. His penis, ever on the alert, was, because of the spectacular, lace-clad scenery in front of it, bursting with desire. Roger wiped the sweat from his brow, his mind racing a mile a minute as it tried to figure out how to plant his seething organ between her succulent domes.
The girl turned and smiled at him.
"I said I'd help," she grunted from the weight of the suitcase. "I didn't say I was going to put on a private show for you!"
Her words were aimed at him, but her eyes never left the mountain which concealed itself behind his fly. He came toward her. She turned her head back around and once again her body was facing the vehicle.
He was directly behind her now.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked tightly. Being this close to the girl was tearing large holes in whatever control he had left. How much more he could endure, he really didn't know.
"When I shove," she said, oblivious to his needs, "you push ... the suitcase, that is." She laughed sexily.
"Okay."
She flattened her hands against the case and pushed. A mournful sigh flew from Roger's trembling lips as he felt her tight body brush against his.
"Now you push," she said in a strained voice. "Hurry up! It's heavy!"
He latched his fingers around the edge of the case and shoved. The case, only half full, weighed next to nothing. But, wanting to prolong the pleasure of being close to her, he played out the game. Crushing his body against hers, he pushed.
The girl, feeling the thrilling pressures, stood higher on her tiptoes until his rigid column of lust slipped beautifully between her silk-covered crevice.
A violent, charging, electrical shock flew through Roger as he felt his throbbing organ slip comfortably between her glistening cliffs. An enormous shock wave followed when she contracted her ass muscles. The man couldn't believe his luck. She was wild, absolutely wild! Taking her sweet face in his hands, he brushed the edge of her soft mouth with his hungry lips. She pressed her ass even tighter against his bulge and stabbed her tongue into his mouth.
The tongue, wild and free with lust, darted about his moist cavern like Paul Revere waking up the settlers. Only her tongue was more interested in waking up the passions which were boiling in the pit of his lustful body. He squirmed and pressed as more and more of her sensuousness imparted itself to him.
Without fully realizing what he was doing, he began humping his boiling tube against her body. She, in turn, followed along by contracting and releasing her ass muscles. To Roger, it was almost as good as actually screwing her.
Angel, singing her own song of passion, pulled her panties down so that he could feel the sweetness of her horny flesh. He grimaced as the softness teased the cloth of his pants. He wanted in and he wanted in now! Throwing caution to the wind, he unzipped his pants and unsheathed the organ. The thick slab flew out of his pants and as if tuned in to lust, aimed directly for the slit in her body.
She thrust her hot little ass out even further and soon his glistening shaft disappeared between her legs. Hanging onto her shoulders, he pumped back and forth, back and forth. The thrilling sensations of brushing the tip of his cock against the wet fleshy lips of her vagina sent his mind sailing across the seas of wanton desire.
She sighed and whimpered softly as the driving force of her skin-clad torpedo increased in intensity. Dropping her trembling fingers down to the boiling cave, she latched onto the tip of his pistoning rod and shoved it hard against her swollen clit. The impact sent shivers of erotic delight throughout her aroused body. Throwing her head back, she licked at his grunting face.
Roger, caught in a whirlpool of emotions, hungrily stabbed his cock back and forth as the feel of her hot body was driving him wild.
"Stick it in!" he hissed urgently, "I want to fuck you!"
"Somebody might see us," she laughingly teased.
He pumped even harder. "I could care less," he moaned. "I've got to fuck you-and now!"
To prove his point, he reached down and finding the glistening guardians of her maidenhood, shoved his throbbing cock in between their slippery, soaking walls.
She shivered and shook as he tried to gouge her body with his flesh stick. Spreading her sweating thighs wider apart, she took the heft of his cock in her hand and placed it hard against the gateway to her boiling cavity. Then, with a smile on her lips and a song of desire in her heart, she bent back even further and began manipulating her cunt muscles. The thrills of having several thick, fleshy muscles hungrily sucking and grabbing at the same time sent flames of passion searing through him. Wild, unabated desire ran rampant throughout his aroused body. Locking his trembling hands on the glory of her thrusting proud breasts, he heaved back and shoved for all he was worth. His slippery shaft, answering the call, rammed its glowing way into the heart of her passions.
They bucked and heaved with such violence that soon even the station wagon was rocking in rhythm to their frantic fucking. Fearless and fornicating for all they were worth on this earth, they soon found themselves being lifted to the pearly gates of ecstasy.
Roger's wild balls, wet and swollen with passion, crashed insanely against her glistening, gyrating, grinding ass.
The impact of his testicles resounded through her asscheeks and deep into the volcano of her lust. The passions began forming ranks and soon the pair felt themselves on the verge of a gigantic eruption.
Roger, sighing and moaning pitifully, felt the hot liquid struggling to explode. Wanting to feel the fantastic thrills of its hot passage through his plunging dagger, he tensed up and tried to stab his searing blade right through her vibrating cervix.
Angel was almost lifted off her feet by the force of his fucking. She hung onto the edge of the vehicle and tried gamefully to match him stroke for intense stroke. The feel of his hard-driving body, constantly bombarding her own with his sexual frenzy, tore apart the frame which was built around her passions and she erupted.
A series of massive orgasms, each one more violent than the first, raged through her body. She sighed and cried and whimpered as the hot cream poured its wild way around her churning cunt.
Roger, feeling the hot river of passion trying to drown his diving cock, gritted his teeth and fucked even harder. The torrid frictioning of his insane organ tore away the walls which dammed up his cum and he, too, burst wide open with a fantastic, pulsating climax.
Their bodies, sealed together by the passionate union of cum, tossed and turned violently as their bodies gave up the juices created by their lust.
The force of their passions soon abated and with a soft series of shudders and shivers, they were once again normal. Almost, that is, for they stood there, half naked, Roger still implanted in her with a thin, white, steady stream of cum lacing its way down their quivering limbs.
Angel, blue-eyed and innocent, stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Roger.
"Thank you," she sighed playfully, "for helping me with the luggage."
He was forced to grin at the absolute absurdity of the situation. There they stood, locked together by his impaling rod, talking about luggage. And best of all, he laughed to himself, only twenty feet away were the proud parents of the children who had been entrusted in him. If they could only see him now!
Extracting his limp organ from her hot box, he returned it to its home.
"I think we'd better get going."
They readjusted their wardrobe and entered the building. The only traces which remained of their lustful adventure was a tiny pool of cream. And that was soon gone when a horde of cats eagerly licked it up. Now, only the memory remained.
CHAPTER TWO
Entering the low-slung building, they were greeted by the usual assortment of tearful warnings about "brush your teeth every day and watch out for the snakes, dear."
Wending his way through the milling throng, he finally reached the front of the room. Clearing his throat and trying to look every inch the responsible man, he coughed politely. All eyes turned to the front. He smiled at the trusting faces.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I hate to interrupt, but we do have a long way to go."
After a hurried rash of goodbyes, he soon had his group of five in tow. Waving goodbye, they exited the building. Coming up to the loaded station wagon, Roger stood back and watched to see who the natural leader was going to be. Interestingly enough, Angel separated herself from the pack and throwing her gear into the front of the vehicle, tactfully laid claim to her independence.
The truculent girl, Myrna by name, huffed her contempt and opened the rear trunk door.
"We'd like to sit back here," she announced more as a fact than as a question, "if you don't mind."
He smiled at her arrogance. It didn't wear well on her fifteen-year-old head.
"Sit wherever you want," he told her calmly, "but you're going to have to clear out that stuff back there. I only load cars once."
The ground rules laid down and accepted by all parties, Roger eased himself behind the wheel and watched as Myrna and the two girls cleared out the back. Soon a barricade of clothes, tennis rackets and the such separated the two factions. Angel, off on a mental trip somewhere, gazed dreamily out of the window. As far as she was concerned, the rest of the girls didn't exist. Roger smiled at the young girl and touched her hand. She slowly turned and seeing who it was, smiled back. It was obvious that whatever she was daydreaming about was taking all her attention. This was attested to by the busy fingers of her hand as they subtly massaged the tight vee of her parted thighs. It was going to be an interesting trip he told himself.
Hearing the "thump" of the tailgate-door, he brushed aside the curtain of luggage and peered in the back. The girls were seated facing each other with Myrna apparently in full control.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes," answered Myrna, "as soon as you close the back window."
"Fair enough," he said, more to himself than to the girls. He pressed the button and the rear window slid closed.
"How about you?" he asked Angel. "Ready?"
Her legs spread even wider apart. A few stray hairs peeked through the elastic of her clinging panties.
"Right here?" she asked absently.
He chuckled to himself. "You're something else-do you know that?"
Her legs closed. "Yes," she answered quietly and returned to her daydreaming.
Roger put the car in gear and they were off. The traffic of the city soon gave way to the traffic of the countryside as they followed the metallic stream escaping the acrid fumes of the big city. The trees, fields and tranquil animals grazing soon eased the heavy burden which everyone assumed when they resided in a major metropolis.
Roger, pleased to be back where he could breathe freely, settled back to enjoy the ride. By this time, Angel had returned to the living. Her hand slowly made its way across the seat until it touched his thigh. She smiled as she watched his pants poling higher and higher. One thing she loved and that was a man who was ready, willing and able at any given moment. Plus that fact that he was old enough to be her grandfather-a very sexy grandfather.
He turned and smiled at her.
"A little higher," he said softly. Her hand obeyed and soon his seething crotch was blanketed by her welcome, flexing hand. The vibrations of her passion made themselves felt whenever she convulsed her hand over his leaping mound.
The traffic having thinned out, Roger was now able to concentrate more on the young girl seated alongside of him. Looking for an opening, he found it with the bag which never seemed to leave her side.
"What's that?" he asked.
"What's what?"
"That overnight bag you've been hanging onto since we left town."
"Oh, that," she said smiling, "that's my goodie bag."
He didn't understand.
"It's where I keep my valuables."
"Like money, you mean?"
"No, honey," she corrected, "like this!" She pulled out a vibrator shaped like a cock. Her tongue lovingly caressed the smooth, ivory tip of the mechanical marvel.
Roger couldn't help but laugh. It had been a long time since he'd met anyone quite like Angel.
"What else do you have in there?"
The girl was getting excited. Her hand disappeared in the cloth chasm of the bag. Various items began appearing. A plastic banana, a dildo complete with ridged sides, a cucumber, a string of large beads and a pair of metal balls.
Roger eyed the assortment.
"That's quite a collection you have there," he said, impressed by her obvious sensuality.
"Does it bother you?" she asked in a concerned voice. "I mean that I dig things other than a man's penis?" She eyed him nervously because his opinion seemed to be very important to her.
He rested his hand over the collection.
"No," he answered softly, "if anything, it makes you even more interesting."
She let loose a sigh of relief.
"What are the pearls for?" he asked while fondling them in his free hand.
"Here," she said, taking them from him, "I'll show you." She spread her supple legs and wetting the beads, slipped them past the elastic band of her panties. Sighing with erotic pleasure, she slowly inserted the glistening globes in her vagina.
"Pretty clever. What happens then?"
"Then," she gasped as she felt the pressure of the beads teasing the walls of her contracting vagina, "you pull them out. Slow ... real slow. And then ..." She raised her tight ass off the seat and pulled on the string. "You tense up your pussy as much as possible." She started extracting the stringed orbs. "You go absolutely, insanely wild." And on that note, she jerked the string loose from her grasping cunt. They whished out of her box and by the drawn expression on her taut face, sent her flying through the sky. It took a few minutes before she could continue their conversation. Roger, during that time was busy massaging the bursting mound which was crushing itself against the heaving surface of his aroused stomach.
"Next on the agenda," she announced, "are these two little gems. They call them Ben Wa's and they're really a trip in itself."
"They work the same as the string?"
She smiled and licked her succulent lips. "Better," she sighed. "A hundred times better and nobody even knows what you're doing."
She spread her legs wide and started to insert them in her seething bush. A soft groan from Roger stopped her.
"Want to do it?" she asked and handed him the silvery balls.
"Yeah," he panted gratefully.
She turned her body more toward his and spread her thighs farther apart. Her vivid mound of pubic hair teased his senses as they glowed behind the thin fabric of her moist panties. His tongue became a bird which wanted to nest in her bush.
Angel, enjoying his erotic agony, stabbed her finger in her bush and then rubbed the sex-scented appendage across the surface of his quivering lips. He sighed with gratitude as the taste of her sex lubricated his trembling cliffs.
"Go on," she urged eagerly. "Stick them in."
He nodded his head back toward Myrna and her happy group.
"Oh, they won't see you. They're too busy telling each other how great they are. Come on," she insisted, "shove them in."
Her eyes were all aglow with excitement as Roger placed the metal balls against the fleshy part of her bubbling vagina. She sighed and oozed with joy as his fingers poked the first one in.
"Now the next one," she said heatedly.
He pushed the second one into her hot, juicy cunt and watched the expression on her face. It was a sex movie all by itself. Shifting her position, she began rocking back and forth. He could almost hear the twin balls crashing against the slippery walls of their roundness excited every nook and cranny of her seething oversexed cunt. Resting her head back against the seat, she slowly ground her ass in tight circles.
Roger, not having any cunt to shove any balls in, could only stare at her with rampant envy. Unzipping his pants, he took her hands and pressed them against the seething surface of his bursting torpedo. A smile came to her face and with a hiss of lust, kissed the moist tip of his cock. Roger almost went off the road. Her mouth was like a human, sucking dish rag that had been soaked in boiling hot water. It took all his concentration to keep from crashing into the oncoming traffic. His eyes flitted back to the rear of the station wagon; that's all he would need right now-to have Miss Bitch and her cohorts catch Angel sucking his cock, though, by the sight of her, he didn't think it would bother her too much. Happily, they were too busy feeling each other's budding titties. And from the groans coming from the rear, it looked as though Myrna had it over the other girls. He wanted to see for himself, but the driving sensations roaring through his erection and down into the swaying sac of his cock told him "no."
Angel, sighing softly to herself, continued loving the exciting tip of his bursting tube. Then, with an animal growl, she opened her slippery mouth wide and slowly devoured the full length of his seething muscle. Her eyes closed in passionate ecstasy as she felt his humping tube sear the damp walls of her convulsing, sucking mouth.
Roger, clutching the wheel like a long lost friend, tensed every fucking muscle in his body as he felt her taking tiny nips out of his flaming skin. She was a man-eating fish which hadn't been fed in weeks. His ass began jerking up and down in rhythm to the fantastic blow-job she was giving him. The girl had to be from another world, he kept telling himself. He'd been sucked by the very best and no one, not even Athena, his granddaughter, whom he taught himself, could come close to the fiery sensations this girl was laying on his tormented body. Her mouth, loose, limber and soaking wet, was laving every square inch of his thrusting torch until he thought it had been swallowed by an octopus.
Sensing that he was on the edge of a climax, Angel increased the force and tempo of her sucking. Having a man shoot his load into her hot cavern while she was being serenaded by the pair of Ben Wa's in her flaming cunt was the absolute end as far as she was concerned.
A vibration, starting at the base of his pulsating love sac, told the passionately sucking girl that he was about to erupt. Sighs of delirious joy gurgled from her throat. She pulled half his steaming organ from her mouth so that she could handle the fantastic load which was soon to be hers.
Taking long, delicious strokes with her tongue, soon his entire underside was aglow with her saliva. She held his bursting cock like an offering and began licking his entire length like an ice cream cone-an ice cream cone which was better than any she could ever hope to find at the corner store. His swaying balls began resounding with the first rumbles of his impending eruption. She gritted her teeth and smiled gloriously to herself. She was about to be fed with the nectar of the Gods. Turning her aroused hands into a contracting cunt, she stroked his organ faster and fasten while keeping her trembling lips just above the; .pink tip of his swollen manhood. Her efforts were soon rewarded. A tiny bead of creamy cum peeked its head through the enflamed slit. Seeing her lips hovering just above, it sent back its report and soon his entire being erupted in a series of climatic orgasms which threw wave after wave of gossamer across his tear-filled eyes. The fantastic, driving sensations of cumming in her hot, vacuuming mouth was more than he could handle. His body was violently jerking and convulsing under Angel's sensational sucking. She was a vacuum cleaner which intended to drain his cock dry.
Wild moans of glorious passion filled the front seat of the car. Angel, sucking up every intoxicating drop of his bursting spewing weapon, was wildly grinding her ass as if she were being screwed at the same time she was sucking. The force of draining his rigid hose was erasing every inch of humanness in the girl. She had become an animal which lived only to suck-and that she was doing in grand style.
Roger, almost at the end of his string, was finally forced to pull off the highway. He could only hope that Angel would finish with him before the girls in the back got wise to what was going on.
"It's okay," he called to the girls in the rear in a tight voice, "I just want to check something."
"Okay," answered a disembodied voice.
"Hurry up," he hissed urgently to Angel, "I can't take this too much longer!"
"Sooooooon, darling, real sooon," she moaned between slurps. Her mouthing got more violent until he thought she was going to pull his cock out by its hairy roots. He wanted to pull her off, but the strength to do so had left him. Another second, then she released his limp dick. Raising her face up to his, she smiled winningly.
"All done," she said happily, "we can go now."
It was now Roger's turn to let out with a sigh of relief. Breathing a bit easier, he eased his way back into the flow of traffic. He was about to put his cock back into its niche when a cold hand did it for him. Shocked by the frigid hand, his head spun around. It was Myrna-an evil, grinning Myrna. The station wagon screeched to a halt.
"What do you do for an encore?" the girl asked smugly.
"Punch you right in the mouth," Roger answered.
The smugness cracked a little under the heat of his answer.
"I could get you in a lot of trouble you know," she continued, trying to retain control over the situation she had just created. "She's only fourteen or fifteen, you know."
Angel lashed out at her with her nails. Tiny roadways of blood appeared on Myrna's face. Pure hate replaced the smugness.
"Now," she hissed, "you can forget it! I'm going to get you! And I don't care how long it takes!" Her face, normally pretty, contorted into a wrinkled mass of unabated fury.
"Angel," Roger said softly, "why don't you keep the girls in the back company. Maybe take them for a walk or something. Myrna and I want to be alone." His hand grabbed hers in a death grip. "Don't we?" he asked in a deadly serious voice.
The pain being greater than her fury, she was forced to agree.
Angel did as she was told and soon they were alone.
"Now," he said tersely, "let's talk." He yanked on her wrists. "But first, get up here where I can see you." Without waiting for her to comply, he yanked and she literally flew over the sea. Landing in a heap alongside of him, a great deal of her arrogance was left behind. A trace of fear could be seen swimming in her eyes.
"Now," he began quietly, "what kind of trouble did you have in mind?"
Trying to regain her courage, she lashed out at him.
"I'm going to report what I just saw," she said self-righteously.
"And just what did you see, may I ask?"
"You know ..."
"I don't," he retorted blandly, "otherwise, I wouldn't be asking."
"She was ... "
"Sucking my cock," he helped out.
"Yes," she answered, happy to have gotten past that point.
"And while we were doing that ... assuming that was what we were doing, what were you and your little buddies doing in the back?"
"What do you mean?" she asked nervously.
"That little contest the three of you were having. The one in which you were the runaway winner."
The flatness of his steely voice was tearing away the last vestiges of her courage. She slumped down in the seat. Roger, seeing the first phase of their battle was over, let loose of her hands.
"Now," he sighed kindly, "shall we start all over again? Pretend that we just met and more importantly that we like each other."
The girl looked up at him with ill-disguised dislike.
"Or," he corrected, "at least an open mind-I don't bother you and you don't bother me. How does that sound?" His face was wreathed with smiles. How could she dislike him so? she asked herself. He was more man than she had even seen in her whole life.
Sitting up, she erased the anger and frustration from her face and smiled. The vehicle instantly lit up with the genuine warmth of her smile. Roger, overwhelmed by the girl's glow, impulsively embraced her in his arms. She melted like butter against the strength of his hug. The girl had become a little Teddy Bear. Roger, taken by the girl, gently kissed her on the cheek.
A tingle, a warmth, a feeling not usually felt by her, teased the girl's confused senses. He had kissed her, but as a friend, not as a preying man intent on devouring her sexual innocence.
"Do you like me?" she asked hopefully in a little girl's voice.
"I'd like to," he answered softly, "if you'll let me."
Her answer was to return his affectionate kiss.
They sat there in the front seat for the longest time, he loving paternally and she receiving, fraternally-at least for the moment.
Angel, figuring they had been gone long enough, returned to the station wagon. Seeing the pair embracing, she was about to go back. A nodding of Roger's head told her they were embracing but not for screwing reasons. A smile wafted to her lovely face. It made her feel good to know that Roger was more than just a fucking machine.
CHAPTER THREE
"What now?" she greeted the pair pleasantly.
Roger and Myrna quickly parted. The young girl, embarrassed at being caught by Angel, busied herself with her blouse. Angel, a young girl way beyond her years in understanding, made a point of ignoring what she had just seen.
"Roger," she called out in her lilting voice, "the girls want to know if we can have a picnic or something. It's such a beautiful day."
Roger looked over at Myrna.
"Interested?"
She nodded her head "yes."
"You get the food," he told Angel, "while I get the blanket and stuff."
Soon the vehicle was unloaded and they were ready to scout out a proper setting for their repast.
"Did you see anything that looked interesting?" he asked. A sly grin creased Angel's face.
"You know what I'm talking about," he hissed, all the while enjoying her sensual nature.
She pointed toward a clump of trees.
"Down there we found a stream and a level piece of ground. The girls are still there clearing out a place for us."
He chuckled to himself.
"If you knew we were going to have a picnic, why did you bother to ask?"
She smiled innocently. "Because you're our leader."
"That'll be the day," he grunted. "All right," he ordered, picking up the various articles strewn about, "let's go and have ourselves a picnic."
He was halfway toward the trees when he noticed that Myrna hadn't joined them. Handing the items to Angel, he said, "You go on. I'll find out what's bothering her."
Myrna, watching Roger returning to where she was standing, tensed up in anticipation.
"Hey," he said pleasantly, "aren't you coming along?"
"I wasn't invited," she said in a voice half her age.
Now was not the time to give lectures on being part of the group, he told himself.
"Myrna," he said as he put his arm around her, "you're very much a part of our group. Naturally, you're invited. What's a picnic without a Myrna?" he asked in a jovial voice.
"I guess I'm like a little kid, uhhhhh?" she asked shyly.
"No more than most your age." He gave her a friendly hug. "Come on, let's go before they eat up all the food."
She smiled wanly at him and they set out toward the cluster of trees.
The spot chosen by the girls was perfect-a small clearing a few yards from a quiet stream and sheltered by a leafy tree.
The girls had already set up the blanket and the food by the time Roger and Myrna arrived.
"Right this way, folks," Angel sang out. She seemed to have everything in order. "Roger," she said indicating the top portion of the blanket, "as the man of the group, you can have the best seat. The rest of you, catch as catch can."
There was a wild scramble except for Angel who was trying to sit as close to Roger as possible. To save a lot of anguish, he diplomatically reseated himself more in the center of things. That way, all the girls would be within touching distance.
The food, mostly cold cuts, were laid out in a semi-circle punctuated by two loaves of bread. On the word "go" from Angel, an army of hands attacked the food. Soon, the only thing left was a small cluster of ants which had gotten caught in the finger raid.
The food, gratefully consumed by the ravenously hungry group, was followed by a symphony of satiated sighs.
The heat of the day, the serenity of the gurgling stream and the quiet industrious drone of the insects soon lulled the five-some to sleep. A peacefulness settled over the tiny square.
Angel, once again the exception, merely rested her crown against a convenient tree trunk and gazed longingly at Roger. The piercing stab of her eyes kept him from completely relaxing. Opening his eyes, he stared back at the sensuous girl.
"Can't I rest in peace?" he sighed dramatically.
Taking the hint, she turned her thoughts to other things. The hum of the countryside soon worked its magic on her and she found herself floating back in time. The setting was identical, but the circumstances a million miles apart.
She was with her junior high school teacher and they were taking part in a nature study. Being his favorite student, he had asked if she wanted to join him which she instantly said "yes" to.
The section of the woods he had chosen to explore was in the opposite direction which the rest of his class was taking. Being a young virgin, this made Angel nervous. Sensing her reluctance, he explained that he was searching for one particular kind of flora and if he turned his class loose in his part of the forest, the flora would all be trampled into non-existence. Accepting his explanation, she readily consented to join him.
They tramped through the woods and the man gave every sign of really looking for the plant. Then, after an hour or two of steady walking, he suggested they stop and rest for a while. This she happily agreed to. Finding a comfortable spot near a whispering spring, he made a blanket of his jacket and they sat down.
At first, all was quiet and then she noticed one of his hands come to life. It was beginning to crawl all over her young, innocent body. Fearfully, she brushed his hand aside.
"Don't," she screamed, "that's bad!"
He looked at her with all the innocence of the world.
"Bad? To appreciate the beauties of nature?" he continued in a shocked voice which completely put her on the defensive. "What, may I ask, is so terrible about appreciating what nature has wrought?"
She didn't understand a word he was saying, but she certainly understood what his prowling hands were trying to say. Jumping up, she frantically looked for a way out of her predicament. Before she could move another inch, he had her by the arms and was pressing her trembling body up against the rough bark of a tree. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw a wild, lustful stare conquer the usual gentleness of his wrinkled eyes. He was a man possessed with wanton lust and only her body could satisfy it.
His hands flew up and down her quivering form as he felt the bounty of her young, budding body. Every fiber in her was singing from the terrible violations of his grabbing, grasping paws. She felt like a piece of meat on the chopping block.
The teacher, wildly insane with animal passion, grunted and groaned as the feel of her soft, succulent body brought more life to his already stabbing cock. Unable to stand the pressure any longer, he pressed her hands down to his seething crotch and forced them to open his fly.
She begged and pleaded with the incensed man to leave her alone, but he was beyond hearing. Her body had lured him to this point and only her nude, fucking body could save him from the fiery pits into which his desires had cast him. Groaning from the searing pains which tormented his organ, he clawed at her bursting blouse. His talons dug themselves into the thin fabric and with a slashing movement, divested her of her protective covering.
Her tiny love buds, quivering in fear, hung firmly behind the transparent bra. Heaving with a myriad of panicking emotions, she tried to cover up her thrusting breasts. He wouldn't have any of that and with a growl, tore her bra off her body. She stood there, naked from the waist up, a complete victim to his desires. The man's tongue went wild when he saw the tiny nipples on her bust pop into being. Crying out to the world about him, he sucked her nipples into his mouth.
Angel, chained to the tree by his steely grip, could only toss her head in anguish as she felt his mouth wildly kneading the pride of her life.
Then strange, odd, never before felt sensations began thrilling her body. Even though she hated the very sight of the raping man, the feeling of his forceful lovemaking was rapidly turning her on. She wasn't quite sure what was happening to her, but it felt good, almost exciting. Her ass, as if it had a mind of its own started grinding against the tree. Pitiful moans of passion wafted from her trembling lips as the embers of her latent passions burst into towering, raging flames. She was rapidly becoming the animal which was to stay with her the rest of her life. The thrills, the glorious burning sensations in her still untouched, grinding cunt cried out to be consumed.
While Angel was discovering what a sexual animal she was becoming, her teacher was discovering the full extent of her luscious frame. Having gone beyond the point of no return, he tore off the rest of her wardrobe. She was a Venus come to life. From close up, his eyes could see every exciting pore of her young, shapely body. The breasts which teased his hungry lips, the soft, downy slope of her stomach was nothing to what was secreted between her writhing legs. Still crushing her against the tree, he sank to his knees and sighed.
Her pubic triangle, still a young forest, elicited groans of erotic bliss from the man. If her breasts tasted as good as they did, he told his agitated mind, just think what her pussy must taste like! On that note, he threw Angel down on the ground and spread-eagling her legs, buried his face in her convulsing cavity. The tingle of her stray hairs inflamed him as he drowned his trembling lips deeper between the fleshy, wet walls of her virgin cunt. His mouth latched onto the sweet tasting flesh cliffs which guarded her quivering vagina. Shaking his head like a dog with a rag, he soon had Angel screaming and pleading for mercy. This only drove him into a greater frenzy. Not knowing what else to do, she grabbed onto his wildly swinging cock and shoved it into her mouth. Her only thought was to cause him pain-so much pain that he'd have to let go of her cunt-lips before there was nothing left of them. Digging her teeth into the thick girth of his steaming cock, she bit down. Instead of forcing him to stop, it seemed to impel him on even more.
"Bite harder!" he screamed at the girl. "Draw blood ... Please," he begged in a hysterical voice-and bite she did-so much so, that soon his cock was almost split in two. The taste of his cock along with the taste of the blood drove her mad with desire. She was rapidly becoming a wild, uncontrollable animal and she loved the feeling.
His cock, battered and bloody, began trembling and shaking in her biting, sucking mouth. A new feeling came over her as she felt his entire frame tense up.
"I'm going to cum!" he cried out to the trees above them. "I'm busting my nuts!" he screamed joyfully.
He started to suck and lick her bleeding cunt-lips in feverish anticipation. Then his body heaved and shuddered and before she realized what was happening, she found herself drowning in a sea of creamy, hot cum. The taste of his sperm was like ambrosia to the uninitiated girl. If this was the end results of sex, she decided, she wanted all she could get, but under better circumstances!
The teacher, spent by his exertions and by the river of cum which her pain induced, fell in a heap at her feet. Quickly getting out from under the subdued man, she grabbed her clothes and fled into the welcome anonymity of the nearby grove of brush and trees.
Exhausted by the recollections of her erotic dream, Angel placed her hands between her legs and rested them against the moist patch of her pubic triangle. Thusly warmed, she fell asleep.
Peace and contentment reigned in the woods about them as Roger and his four charges slept away the heat of the day.
CHAPTER FOUR
The melodic song of the birds perched above their heads roused the sleeping quintet.
"Ahhhhhhh," Roger sighed as he stretched away the sleep from his body.
The girls, each in their own way, also shook loose from the webs of sleep which clung to their curved forms. Awake and stimulated by their short nap, the girls were eager to do something.
"Hey," one of the girls sang out, "how about if we take a swim before we go?"
"Good idea," Angel chimed in.
"But we don't have any swim suits," Myrna lamented.
"So what?" one of the girls shouted, "the stream's deep enough."
Roger, enthralled by the idea of seeing his charges nude, was only too happy to go along with the idea.
"Listen," he suggested, "why don't I go down the way a little? And then, when you're all in the water, I'll come back. That makes sense, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," another girl answered.
And, amid a bevy of girlish giggles, they quickly buried themselves behind some bushes and stripped. Roger, not hearing any complaints, hung around in the hopes of seeing something. Myrna stuck her head out and yelled at him.
"No fair, you said you weren't going to look!"
"Oh, let him look. Who gives a shit?" Angel bellowed.
"Yes," another one of the girls added, "what difference does it make?"
"Well, it does to me," she retorted in a fit of pique.
"So go somewhere else then," one of the girls told her.
"Hold up there," Roger yelled at the swaying bushes, "I'll go on down the stream a bit. Just make sure and yell when I can come back."
"Okay!"
He turned and walked about fifty feet down the stream and stripped. Entering the cool surging water until he was waist deep, he waited. A few moments later, he heard a lot of giggling and splashing. Even in the water, his organ responded to their presence by bursting to full life. Roger was hard-pressed to keep from jerking off right then and there. The cool water, instead of cooling his ardor, was increasing it. It was like having a bucketful of ice cubes shoved up your rear and then having a girl lick your rear end dry with her long, thick tongue.
"Okay, Roger," a girlish voice cried out, "you can come on back now."
"On my way," he answered and started back up the stream. The force of the current was teasing his body something terrible. And the thought of all those girls, naked and young in their curved firmness, was driving him to distraction.
Angel, lovely in her magnificent nudity, waded through the water to greet him. The sight of his rigid shaft piercing the water in front of him brought a smile to her face.
"You're a horny old bastard, aren't you?"
"Just like you, kid."
"Come on," she said, taking his hand.
They waded up stream until they joined the rest of the girls who were all kneeling down in the water so as not to reveal their bounteous bodies. Angel frowned in disgust.
"What's with you clowns? How can you enjoy the water if you're buried in it?" She grabbed the nearest girl and yanked her up out of the water.
"Hey," the girl protested while she tried in vain to cover up her vibrating glands.
Roger stopped Angel from continuing.
"Let her alone, Angel. Don't try to make her do something she doesn't want to do."
The girl, instead of sinking back into the water, casually dropped her hands and flaunted her bursting boobs. The other girls, taking courage from the first girl's move, followed suit.
Roger was now confronted with eight tits, four pairs, each one better than the first.
"What now, oh, noble one?" Angel kidded.
"How about pretending we're in a nudist camp? That way we can relax and enjoy. Okay?"
The girls nodded their heads in agreement.
Set at ease by his apparent lack of interest in their nudity, the girls relaxed and soon it was as if they were in their own backyards whiling away a warm summer's day. Roger held up his hand.
"Ladies, I just happen to think of something. I really don't know any of your names."
"You're kidding!"
"Nope. All I know is what I saw on the piece of paper the receptionist at the hall gave me. A lot of type with no faces attached."
"Okay, girls," Angel commanded in her best drill sergeant manner, "line up and sound off. Myrna, you go first."
The girls stood up and formed a rank of tits and asses. Roger's cock instantly sprang to again. He had to bury the throbbing shaft beneath both hands as the tip was beginning to poke its head above the surface of the water. Roger's lips trembled with desire as his eyes raced up and down the four fantastic, naked bodies arrayed before him. It was better than being at a fire sale. Here, he had them all to himself.
"Myrna Firman," the girl sounded off in an effort to become a part of the excited group. "Fifteen and ... " She looked over at Angel not knowing what to say next.
"Sexual preference," Angel prompted. "That's as good a way to start as any. Wouldn't you say, girls?"
Caught up in the wild fantasy of the moment, they eagerly nodded "yes." All heads turned toward Myrna. She blushed and hid her face in her hands.
"Okay," Angel chimed, "I'll start it off." She paraded her swaying tits in front of Roger's drooling mouth. "Angel Carter, sixteen and hot to trot," she sang out. "I'm built like the proverbial brick shithouse and love to have guys live in it whenever they can!"
She stood back and grinned as she watched the consternation on the girls' faces. She was more than they could handle in one sitting. One of the girls, drawing courage from the brazen girl, marched up to Roger and tossed her bursting, thrusting tits in his face. He almost caught one of the pink buds in his quivering lips.
"No, no," the girl chided him, "you can look, but no touching!"
"Then don't come so close! I'm only human," he protested.
The girl backed off and framing herself in the sunlight, took a deep breath. Her clinging pride-and-joys shot up and away from the suctioning action of her flat stomach.
"Sonofabitch!" he groaned to himself. He looked over at Angel. "I don't know if I can hack too much more of this. We'd better figure out a better way of doing things!"
"At ease, girls. It looks like we're too much for the old man."
With a rash of giggles, the horde descended on Roger. Before he knew it, they had him down and were burying his face with their succulent, swaying tits. He was in seventh heaven. Myrna, excited by the writhing squirming sea of asses and tits, licked her lips in anticipation and jumped in-only for reasons beyond her ken, she was more interested in the tight, bare asses than in splashing Roger. Soft moans of desire flew swiftly from her clenched lips as she brushed her naked body up against the girls. They, being too busy with Roger, didn't seem to notice or care.
"Help," Roger cried out as they began to get too much for him. The mouthfuls of tits he was sucking in were accompanied by mouthfuls of water. Coughing and hacking, he finally crawled away from the squealing horde. They stood waist deep in the water like little nymphs, laughing and giggling away the sweet innocence of their frolic in the water. Losing Roger, they turned on each other and began wrestling in the water. Now that he was safe from their mind bending clutches, he lay back on the soft, green grass and watched. To him, it was the most glorious sight in the world. And happily, he noted to himself, Myrna was right in the middle of it. Although, he noticed, she seemed to be there for strictly sexual reasons. Every chance she could, she grabbed a swaying, swinging breast and rubbed it against her hot body. Or, locking her shapely legs around one of the other girls, she'd begin pumping while pretending to wrestle with the girl.
Roger fondled his excited shaft and sort of wished he was right back among them again. He smiled to himself as one of the girls disentangled herself from the cavorting girls and headed toward him. From where he was sitting, she was a Goddess come to life. Her strong stride showed off her athletic legs and the firmness of her slender thighs. She smiled at him as she noticed the activity around the base of his junction. He was busily stroking his tool in an effort to retain his sanity.
Coming closer, she paused and smiled down at him.
"Hi," she said in a husky voice, "I'm Dawn Frazer and I'm fifteen, going on sixteen and I like you!"
The straightforwardness of the girl threw him, but for only a moment. The glistening, blonde bush of her inviting cunt quickly brought him back around. Sitting up and no longer bothering to hide his enormous erection, he held out his hands in invitation. She took his tapered fingers and sucked them into her huge mouth. He groaned with passionate glory as he felt the heat of her desires burn their way into his fingers. She slowly sank down to the ground next to him. Brushing her taut, thrusting breasts against his face, she drew even harder on his fingers. Roger's mouth flew open and sucked in one of her pink sentinels. She moaned as his teeth traced their sharp trail over and under the sensitive surface of the rigid nubbin.
The girls in the water, busy with their own pleasures, ignored the pair. Roger noticed out of the corner of his eye that their innocent playing wasn't quite that innocent. Each girl, in her own way, was satisfying her own sexual fantasies and cravings. Good prospects for the future, he told himself. A sharp pain in the center of his swaying penis told him to pay attention to what he was doing. The girl, hot with the lust born of the sight of his stiff prick, was stroking the girth of his hefty shaft with her fingertips-with each stroke bringing the head of his cock closer and closer to her quivering, fleshy cunt. A moan of animal pleasure crowned his lips as he sought to suck in both her mammaries at the same time. It was a lost cause, them being just too big. Satisfying himself with one, he buried as much of her spongy flesh in his mouth as he could and started licking and sucking. Now it was the girl's turn to moan with joy. Dropping everything else, she threw her head back and locking her hands around his bobbing head, cried for him to continue.
Roger sucked and nipped on the sweet-tasting flesh of her bursting gland until his mouth began to ache from all the activity. His cock, which was flopping around between his legs, was angrily vibrating for something to cover its burning surface.
Pushing her against the tree and positioning her so the girls couldn't see, he tried to shove his seething instrument between her cunt-lips. Her legs tensed up and almost crushed his cock into a pancake.
"No!" she gasped, "I'm a virgin!"
Roger almost went crazy. Here he was with the sweetest, sexiest young thing around her fantastic, rubbery breasts swinging and swaying to his erotic song, her tight, hot ass rubbing up against his burning shaft and she was a virgin! He moaned and groaned at the unfairness of it all. His cock, which was bubbling with liquid passion, throbbed painfully in the palm of his trembling hand.
The girl, seeing the agonies he was going through, bent down and opening her mouth, sucked in his prick. He almost fell over from the force of her vacuuming maw.
She pulled her head away for a second and looked up at him.
"Is that better?" she asked hopefully. "It's all I know how to do." And from the elated look on her sucking lips, it was all she wanted to do. Returning to her pleasant task, she soon was once again devouring every exciting inch of his thick cock.
Roger, thrilling under the frenzied lathering of the girl, wanted even more. He had an idea. Pulling her hungry, sucking mouth from his boiling tool, he kissed her wet lips.
"Turn over on your right side," he ordered in an intense whisper, "I want to show you something that's guaranteed to drive you wild."
"You won't stick it in, though?" she asked nervously.
He patted her on the head.
"No, darling, I won't. This is even better."
Lying on her side and assuming an "S" shaped position, she anxiously waited for Roger to make his move. He lay down next to her and fitted his tense frame against hers until they looked like a modern "S" with a slight split down the middle. Then he took his heaving, burning prick and placed it between the alabaster cliffs of her marble-hard asscheeks. The head of his cock, as if it was tuned to radar, made a beeline to the source of her erotic joys ... her clit button. The thick head poked and pried and then bumped its silken head hard against it.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned softly as she felt her shrunken button suddenly get a hard-on very much like Roger's. Now she began to understand. Tightening her thighs so that it was almost like a cunt, she began slowly grinding her ass around.
Roger, thinking more and more that he was fucking her tight little pussy, brought his hands around and buried her heaving, tight breasts in their emptiness. Now, he was like a man riding a roller coaster and hanging on for dear life. He pumped his piston back and forth, back and forth, with each stroke a little more intense than the one before.
Dawn, really getting into the swing of things and thrilling from the swift passage of his lively, plunging organ, dropped her hands down and caught the darting tip. Holding his pink shaft in her hands, she pressed its soft head against the forest of her passions. Thusly crushed, she began grinding her ass in earnest.
Now they were truly as one. They humped and heaved and moaned and groaned as the fires which raged within their aroused bodies flamed higher and higher. The young girl, taken on a trip that she had never even known existed, whimpered the thrills and joys she was experiencing. Her ass pumped harder and harder as she felt the river of joy rising higher inside her virgin box.
Roger, for his part, was oblivious to everything except that he wanted to fuck this little girl until she was a woman. They fucked in their humping fashion until suddenly the vibrant messengers of their orgasms made their presence known. A violent trembling tore at their locked bodies and then ... they came. Roger bit his lip almost in half as he felt the force of his impending climax growing more intense. Any second now, his insides would explode their passions all over her tiny, squirming body.
The girl, feeling sensations to which she was a stranger, grimaced and shivered with fear.
"Roger," she said in a fear-laced voice, "I feel funny inside. Like I'm going to blow up or something."
"Just keep moving your ass the way you're doing," he grunted, being too close to stop now. "Just keep pumping. It means you're going to have an orgasm ... a climax," he gasped as the shuddering in her hot, screwing body increased in violence.
A glazed look came over her sweating face, then her hands flew to her face and she buried the scream which had started in the base of her grinding, virginal cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh, Roger," she sobbed hysterically, "I'm cummmming!"
Her words drove him into a greater frenzy and forcing her to her knees, began charging his cock through her spewing forest dog-fashion. The agony of his life was that he couldn't bury his steaming, flying arrow deep inside her churning cunt, but at the moment, this was better than nothing! Soon, his body was vibrating in rhythm to his plunging and then his cock burst forth with his love juice.
Flopping back over on their sides, he hung on for dear life while his body gave up the cream of his passions.
Dawn, feeling the white stream sear its way across her trembling thighs, cried out for unknown joy. She didn't know exactly what it was, but it felt so good! Switching positions, she picked up his spewing organ and held it to her mouth.
"Can I?" she asked eagerly while still reeling from the explosions of passion within her own body.
"Can you?" he bellowed. Grabbing her swaying tresses, he forced her mouth over the head of his spurting cannon and rammed it in. She clamped her hot lips over his bursting penis and sucked away as if it were the most precious liquid in the entire world.
Roger fell back on the ground and like a wounded animal, lay there while she suctioned the life out of his jerking organ.
The cries of the playing girls in the water vanished from his ears as did the sight of the swaying trees above him. He was on a trip-a trip which could only be brought about by the body of a young virgin who loved to suck.
A feeling of bliss overcame him and soon his eyes fluttered closed and he fell asleep. Now he could enlist the full forces of his erotic fantasies-that of having a full army of young teenage girls sucking and fucking him-all at the same time! He sighed as his dream became more and more real.
A sharp, nagging moisture around his ears and neck, almost as if the tide were coming in, disturbed his dream. Try as he may, the moisture, growing warmer and warmer, refused to dry up and fade away. With a nervous, irritable grunt, he rolled over on his side. Now the moisture, having a mind of its own, teased the roundness of his buttocks. Unable to concentrate on his erotic dream because of the intruding wetness, he opened his eyes. The source of the moisture was the four girls, clustered about his supine body. He was about to chide Angel, automatically assuming that she was the gang leader. She wasn't. Much to his pleasant surprise, it was Myrna.
"Time to get up," she sang softly to him. And to stress her point, she took long sweeping licks of his muscular frame with her thick, dangling tongue. Shivers raced up and down his body as she continued licking its goose-pimply surface.
"Enough!" he cried out in feigned anger, "you're driving me crazy ... "
"Well, how do you think we felt," chimed in one of the other girls by the name of Nora, "when we saw you and Dawn messing around on the grass?"
"Naughty, naughty!" one of the girls sang out.
"You're just jealous," Dawn gloated, basking in their jealous admiration.
"You bet your sweet ass, we are!"
All of a sudden, the girls jumped all over Dawn and they began playfully wrestling at Roger's feet. He would have loved to sit and watch the wildly erupting tits and asses but time was marching on. Separating the pack and grabbing himself a few feels along the way, he soon had the girls back up on their feet.
"Enough already," he told the nervously shifting girls, "let's get all the stuff together and get back to the car. We still have quite a way to go."
Mumbling their disappointment at having to leave their idyllic oasis, they dressed, gathered up the blanket and trash and reluctantly made their way back to the car. Roger, being the leader, followed closely behind. It gave him a good chance to admire the sexy sway of their tight little asses.
"Jeez!" he muttered to himself as he felt his joint getting hard again, "I must be getting sick or something! I can't seem to get enough ass!" And by the stolen glances of the girls, they seemed to feel the same way.
CHAPTER FIVE
The interior of the station wagon now took on a warmer tone. Barriers were removed and the luggage stored in the rear.
Angel and Dawn sat up front with Myrna and the other girls directly behind.
Roger, concerned about arriving too late, stepped down on the gas. The vehicle leaped forward and soon they were zooming along the highway. The girls began muttering to themselves that they were afraid. Finally, Myrna tapped him on the shoulder.
"Roger," she said as politely as she could, "would you mind slowing down? It's pretty scary from back here!"
"Oh," he answered as he eased up on the gas, "I didn't realize I was speeding."
The silence broken, several splintered conversations started at the same time. This gave Roger an opportunity to talk to Dawn who was almost sitting in his lap.
"Tell me-what's Myrna's story?" he asked in a corner of the mouth type whisper.
"I don't know too much about her, except that I think she digs girls."
"Really? How do you know?"
She remained silent for a moment.
"I just know," she said vaguely.
"Ever do it with her yourself?"
The girl started to protest, but the knowing, understanding look on his face made it unnecessary. "Relax, Dawn. You're not the only one. Hell, I've even made it with guys."
She couldn't believe it.
"Not too often, but what's the difference?" he asked. "Did it bother you when you messed with Myrna?" He looked at her. "Tell the truth now."
"Not really, I guess."
"See ... Now what about the other girls?"
She slid even closer to him and whispered confidentially in his ear without being too obvious about it.
"Well, Nobu ... that's the girl right behind Angel-well, she's some kind of freak. She loves to mess around but not the usual kind of things. Somebody in her class told me they once caught her fooling around with the teacher. And she was using honey or something like that."
Roger eyed the young Eurasian girl out of the corner of his eye. She definitely intrigued him.
"Anything else?"
Dawn smiled. "She's a grade A winner-beautiful, smart and from what I hear, very discreet ... but very horny. Don't let that peaches and cream 'Miss Innocence' fool you. She's screwed everything around! Most probably, she's worse than Angel!"
"Who's worse than Angel?" the slandered girl demanded. "Who?" she insisted on knowing.
"Me, sweet face. Who do you think?"
The occupants in the station wagon echoed his obscene laughter.
The miles zipped by and then they were forced to slow down by a steady procession of warning signs. Off in the distance, Roger could make out a huge detour sign.
"Damn," he uttered as he hated deviating from his chosen course.
"Now, now," Angel rebuked, "there are children around."
"Where?" he asked peevishly.
That brought on another bevy of laughter.
Turning in the direction indicated by the detour arrow, they found themselves on a dusty, rutted, dirt road. Forced to slow down by the pocketed road only served to increase Roger's ill temper. Stopping the wagon, he pulled out a road map and studied the terrain. According to the lined paper, there was a side road which ran parallel to the one they were on.
"That's the one we're going to take. It can't be any worse than this one and most probably it's a lot better," he said to no one in particular.
"Do you think that's a good idea?" Myrna asked.
"Sure," he said, sure in the knowledge he knew what was best.
"But maybe this road only goes a few more miles or something-and the other one could be worse than this," Angel added.
"Where's your spirit of adventure?" he asked.
"On the main highway or as close to it as possible," she answered. "I don't like driving around desolate country. It makes me nervous." She pointed to the four points of the compass. "What happens if we break down on that side road? We could be stuck there all night."
"What's so bad about that?" he asked while leering at her.
"Plenty."
Roger was losing his patience. He didn't like his judgment being questioned, especially by a girl not more than one-third his age.
"Honey ... " He corrected himself. "Girls. The road I want to take is listed on the map as a secondary road which means it is used and maintained. This so-called road we're on right now is driving me crazy. I, for one, vote to take the secondary road. Who seconds the motion?"
A moment of silence and then a frail hand slowly floated upward. It was Myrna.
"Thank you for the vote of confidence. Anyone else?"
Nobu's hand followed and then Dawn's.
"Angel?"
"I don't like it. Not one bit ... but, since I've already been out-voted, I'll abstain. How's that?"
"Better than nothing."
He was about to resume their journey when a nagging question insisted that he not.
"Girls, would you excuse us for a moment? I'd like to talk to Angel alone."
His sense of outraged adult drama annoyed the young girl.
"Oh, come off it, Roger. We're not children. And after our little romp in the water, we're certainly not strangers."
"All right then. Why the resistance? And from you of all people?" he asked, genuinely hurt.
"Roger," she said, "if I hurt your ego or pride, I'm sorry, but I have a strange feeling. Call it woman's intuition if you want but it's there."
"And that's why you didn't want us to take the side road?" he asked, trying to understand her fears. "Will it make you feel better if we stay on this road?"
"Nope," she answered quietly, "that's not necessary."
"Listen, I'd rather bounce around on this dust bowl than have you sitting there scared out of your pants. Honest."
His patronizing attitude was getting to her. She didn't like to be made the heavy of the piece.
"Please," she blurted out in anger, "you had your taste of democracy. Now can we just get this fucking show on the road? You're in charge, so why bother even going through with the farce?" She turned her body away from his and stared out the window. "Just go ... if you don't fucking mind!"
He slammed the vehicle in gear and revved up the motor. "I'll get going," he hissed back, "but watch your mouth, young lady. I'm going to tell you the same thing I told somebody else before we left town."
She quickly turned and stared back at him.
"Forget it, man. I've heard it all before so don't give me any of that jazz!"
A full scale war was about to erupt when Myrna stepped into the breech.
"Roger," she interrupted softly, "I think enough's been said-don't you? Why don't we just get going and later, when things have calmed down, we can get our egos straightened out. Fair enough?"
Realizing he had let his supreme male ego get the best of him, he grunted his agreement and slowly eased the car back onto the dusty road.
The passengers quickly settled back and soon all was still except for the whish of air which slipped by the speeding vehicle.
A few miles later, a sign indicated that they were approaching the turn off leading to the secondary road. Roger braked the station wagon to a halt and climbed out. Scampering atop the vehicle, he tried to peer through the clouds of dust kicked up by the late afternoon wind. For as far as he could see, the dirt road continued running alongside the dug-up main highway. Satisfied, he climbed back down and got behind the wheel.
"As far as I can make out," he said in an effort to justify his earlier position, "the detour continues for quite a way."
"Then let's take the other road," a voice said.
Roger turned. It was Angel and the slightest trace of a smile teased the corners of her full, ripe lips. He felt better, now that the war was over. Starting up the vehicle, he turned down the side road and soon they were back on macadam. Where before they could only travel at about fifteen miles an hour, now they were able to drive three times as fast. The swishing landscape made Roger feel free like a bird-a bird which had wisely chosen the correct path. The other girls, in an effort to soothe Angel's wounded pride, said nothing.
Carried away with himself, he began speeding up until once again, he was traveling well over sixty miles an hour. This time it was Nobu who said something.
"Mr. Denham, sir," she said in a slightly accented voice, "you are greatly exceeding the speed limit and it is frightening me."
"What?" he asked as he turned his head.
"Rogerrrrrrrrr," screamed out a voice. But it was too late.
One minute they were on a paved road and the next, in a large, gaping hole, the station wagon teetering precariously on the edge of the eroded chasm which serrated the road.
Inside, the girls were moaning and groaning, more from shock and fear than actual physical damage. The exception was Angel who was sprawled across the front seat unconscious. An ugly, clawing gash, just above her eyebrows sent slender rivulets of blood down her face.
Roger, groggy from the sudden crash, shook his head in an effort to clear his brain. Seeing Angel lying in a pool of blood brought him back to his full strength. Gently lifting her off Dawn's trembling legs, he eased her body closer to his. Examining the crack in her forehead, he was relieved to see it was only minor-he hoped.
"Is everybody all right?" he cried out.
A rash of "I guess so's ... Maybe ... Yes," made him feel better.
"Before you move," he ordered, "make sure there's nothing broken. Check all your arms and legs and so on." He waited for a moment. "Anybody hurt?" Silence. "Okay, then. Move to the rear of the wagon real slow. I don't think the wagon will go over, but there's no sense taking any chances."
"Too bad you didn't think of that before," Dawn expelled bitterly.
He looked at her but what could he say?
"Girls, let's get going. One at a time."
They did as they were told and soon the five-some were safe. Huddled together, more out of shock than anything, they milled around, not knowing quite what to do. Roger, heavily burdened by the weight of his stupidity, was equally at a loss. It was Myrna once again who came to the rescue.
"Do you think we should get out the blankets and cover ourselves up or something? In case any of us have shock?"
She brought him out of his stupor.
"Yes," he answered quickly. "Good idea."
Running back to the swaying vehicle, he fished out whatever he could salvage. Fortunately, the wagon was anchored in the soft ground so that there was little chance of it slipping down into the chasm.
Setting up a makeshift camp by the side of the road, Roger soon had the girls well taken care of. Needing time to himself, he wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and walked down the road until he reached the offending gap which had ended their happy little jaunt. He stood there, staring down into the eroded slit as if by his staring, it would make the wound heal.
"Please, do not be angry with yourself, Mr. Denham," a soft, sweet voice said. "It was not your fault. I shouldn't have said anything." It was Nobu.
Turning, he looked down at the sweet moon-faced girl and tried to return her wan smile. It was an effort, knowing it was all his fault.
"I wish I could believe you, Nobu. I really do," he said sadly.
Taking his hand, she pulled him away from the vehicle and turned him toward the darkening horizon.
"There," she said, pointing toward the slowly rising, pale sliver of moon, "is the rebirth of life." She turned him around until they were facing the smoldering sun as it reluctantly left the sky. "And there is death. So it is with life, sir. One dies and one is born."
He didn't understand what she was saying, but he understood the kindness behind her carefully chosen words.
"In other words, it's done and there's no point worrying about it. That what you mean?"
"Truly spoken."
Shaking loose the gloomy cloak he had saddled himself with, he now decided to concentrate on binding their wounds and then finding a way out of their predicament. Returning to the girls, he quickly took a head count and found that with the exception of Angel who was still out, they were in pretty good shape.
"Ladies, I owe you all an apology, although that's little compensation for the trouble I got you into. But, since there's not too much we can do about it now, I suggest we concentrate on getting out of here. I checked the wagon and unless we can find a tow truck, it's no go. And looking around, I can't seem to spot any houses."
"So?" one of the girls asked. "What do we do?"
"Set up shop for the night. And just in case there is somebody around, to keep honking the horn. At least, until the battery runs out."
"Then what?"
"Nothing, I guess, just wait for someone to come driving by. It's bound to happen. Luckily, we have enough food with us to last for a while. So, Myrna, why don't you get the girls to find some leaves and using them as mattresses, make up some sleeping pads. Meanwhile, I'll start honking the horn. We can take half-hour shifts until maybe around ten o'clock."
"Why ten o'clock?"
"Because I like to get to bed early," he kidded, trying vainly to interject a little humor into their situation.
Accepting their lot, the girls threw aside their veneers of feminine helplessness and began operating as a single functioning unit. In short order, they set up a camp, lit a fire and assigned themselves to various tasks needed to keep them going.
A stillness fell over the improvised camp indicating to the nervous girls that ten o'clock had finally arrived. They stirred restlessly under their thin blankets. Fortunately it was a warm night.
"Boy, I thought that horn was going to drive me nuts," Dawn sighed.
"Yeah," Myrna agreed. "He's been like some kind of nut since the accident. I tried to relieve him a couple of times but he wouldn't let me come anywhere near him. Like he owned the horn or something."
"Well," Dawn chimed in, "he figures it was his fault, which it was, obviously. And he's trying to repent or do whatever it is they do when they feel guilty."
"Do you know what you are talking about?" the on looking Nobu asked.
"Uhhhhhhh?"
"Did it ever occur to either one of you that maybe he was afraid the car would topple over the edge? And he didn't want to endanger your lives." She stated all of this in a soft, melodic voice barely above a whisper. It was that level of voice which made the pair feel guilty.
"How's Angel?" Myrna asked the Oriental in an effort to change the subject.
"Fine, I think. She woke up a little while ago. Asked where we were and if anybody was hurt. When I told her 'no,' she then asked about Roger. I told her and she fell asleep. I think she'll be fine."
"She really digs that guy, doesn't she?"
"Don't we all?" Myrna added. "Well, I guess I'd better let him know. It'll make him feel better, I'm sure."
A dainty hand stopped her.
"If you please," Nobu said, "I would like to tell him."
"Sure," she answered, trading knowing looks with Dawn.
The ethereal girl gathered her blanket about her slight body and set out toward the station wagon. From where they were situated, they could barely make it out in the darkness.
Roger, seated on the edge of the crevice with a long stick in his hand, absently traced circles in the ground. A swish of flowing cloth caught his ear. Turning around, he spied Nobu coming toward him. A warmth born of affection flowed through him. She was a vision of lovely grace as she almost seemed to float toward him in the half light of the quarter moon.
"Mister Denham," she said politely, "may I join you?"
He brushed aside some pebbles.
"Sure."
"Thank you." She dropped down beside him and spread the blanket out. "Please," she said as she indicated a portion of the blanket, "I believe you would be more comfortable on the blanket. The ground is damp and is not good for you."
"Thanks." He sat down next to her and sighed.
"You are tired?" she asked softly. "Would you like some water or an apple?"
"No, thanks. Just a little tired and mad at myself, I guess."
"It is writ ... "
He cut her off with a kind kiss on her soft lips.
"No more sayings, please? It makes me feel better to feel guilty. So let me enjoy it while it lasts."
"Would you rather I leave?" she asked as she started to rise.
"Oh, no," he said quickly and reached up to stop her. Instead of her hand, he accidentally filled his hands with one of her tiny tits. A shock wave of heat flashed through his body. The girl silently sank back down to the blanket. She slid closer to him.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to ... "
"But I wanted you to," she told him. "It makes you happy ... does it not?"
Another strange one, he told himself. "Yes, Nobu. It makes me fantastically happy."
"Then, please," she said as she shoved her tiny love buds hard against his arm. "Please ... " Her eyes lit up with unabashed desire.
His hands wanted to feel the soft roundness of her breasts but he couldn't seem to bring himself to do it.
"You are worried about Angel?" she asked. He nodded. "Then don't be. She is fine."
The young girl had said the magic word. Taking her hand, he led her off into the nearby woods where they were sure to be undisturbed.
Spreading the blanket, he took her hands and together they sank to the cool ground. Her arms and legs immediately enveloped his body. They silently rubbed their aroused bodies against each other in preparation for bigger and better things to come.
Feeling the heat of her passion, Roger dropped his hands down until they reached the hem of her dress, then they snaked under her dress and up. She shivered with eager anticipation. Roger, thrilling from the sleek softness of her thighs, moaned with passionate delight. His hands went slightly higher and then they hit the gateway to her vagina. He was a bit taken aback when he discovered her cunt-lips were still bare as a new-born baby's ass. "She is young," he told himself. But he didn't realize just how young.
"How old are you?" he whispered.
"Fourteen," she answered.
He rolled back over on his side. That was pretty young stuff to be fooling around with. Her cunt most probably couldn't even take the tip of his boiling cock. Rather than blow his mind with frustration, he took a deep breath and sat up. Her head shot up after him.
"What is wrong?" she asked anxiously. "Have I done something wrong?"
"No. It's just that you're pretty young. Too young, I'm afraid, to be messing around with someone like me."
She stood up and faced him.
"I was trained from the earliest days of my life to please a man. And I am old enough."
She stood there framed against the moonlight, every inch a woman-child. Kneeling down before him, she took his rugged face in her tiny hands and kissed it. Her soft, full mouth, loose arid moist, sent shivers of erotic bliss flowing through his body. She was incredibly talented in the fine art of arousing a man without raising his blood pressure one iota. Her mouth, hot and limber, slowly teased the millions of pores on his face. It was as if she were in love with each and every one of them. Gently lying him back on the ground, she knelt alongside his supine body and smiled quietly.
"I would like very much to love you, Roger-san, in the way taught to me by my mother and her mother. May I?"
He grunted his assent, the breath having been taken out of him by her sweet, loving mouth.
"First we must remove our clothes," she hissed intently. With wildly dancing fingers, she quickly undid all his buttons. Then, bending close to his face so that he could absorb the mind-bending aroma of her arousing scent, she peeled his shirt off. The cool air crashing against the surface of his overheated body sent his spirits soaring. She then slid off his clinging trousers. Before long, he was as naked as the day he was born. His cock, flushed with passion and hard as a rock, spiraled up toward the sweetness of her half-closed mouth. Automatically, his hips began pumping.
"Soon, Roger ... " she cooed softly, "soon."
"How about you?" he gasped. "Get undressed so I can touch your skin."
Sitting up, she shrugged her shoulders and she was naked from the waist up. The girl may have been fourteen but she had the body of a shapely ten-year-old. Only the barest traces of breasts could be seen on her slowly rising chest, but the look of lust on her face more than offset the lack of boobs as Roger was soon to find out.
Standing up, she slipped the dress off her body and let it fall to her naked feet. She stood there, all four-feet-five inches of her, ready and willing to submit her body to Roger's most urgent needs.
His mouth went dry at the sight of Nobu's naked frame. She was built like a life-sized Barbie doll, only a lot more exciting to look at. Holding his hands out to her, she slowly filled them with her supple frame. A thrill, born of the livid desires he felt for her, wove its way throughout his body. A sigh escaped from his lips as she pressed her fleshy, hairless cunt-lips hard against his face. He was a man complete.
His anxious tongue hungrily flicked its thick tip across the fleshy surface of her bare vaginal walls. She sighed and oozed from the delicious delights his tonguing was giving her. Not wanting to be sidetracked from her main purpose in life, she forced her body away from his darting, arousing tongue.
"No," she gasped weakly, "I must tend to your needs first." She pressed against his struggling body. Reluctantly, he gave in to the relentless pressure. Falling heavily back against the ground, he sighed with erotic anticipation. Every nerve in his body was tingling with desire.
Nobu, perfectly at home at a man's feet, gently raised his quivering foot to her soft, succulent mouth. A moan wafted across his heaving body as she slowly sucked one of his toes into her lubricating mouth. Her tongue, an expert in the fine art of oral love, practiced its ancient rite of erotic fulfillment. Each loving lick of her thick, winding serpent sent more passion flowing through his aroused form. He was a piece of clay which was being molded by the expert lathering of her fantastic appendage. Roger's eyes rolled to the top of his head as first one, then two, then three toes found themselves being devoured by her hungry, slurping mouth. The feelings, the desires, the passions, the maddening joys which flitted about him was more than he was meant to endure. Sighs of passionate delirium flowed from his quivering lips.
Nobu, smiling contentedly to herself, could only hope that she might continue to please the man she had chosen to be her Lord and Master.
Releasing his quivering toes, she tenderly embraced her slight body with the soft curve of his calves. Thusly trapped, she bent to her next task. Extending her tongue, she slowly traced wet trails up and down the inside of his trembling limbs. Their surface soon gleamed in the moonlight from her maddening licking. Not one morsel of his hairy legs was left untouched.
Roger, writhing and convulsing from the loving her mouth was giving his body, could only tear at the slender strands of grass for support. Her mouth, if it kept up the way it was licking, would soon send him flying through the sky. She bent down even lower and raising his leg above her face, licked the backsides of his knees. Her tongue hungrily licked the deep creases of his legs as it sought to bring him closer to his ultimate glory ... a huge climax.
And her tongue wasn't far from its goal. The heavy swaying sac which contained his reproductive jism was pounding wildly with an animal rhythm of its own. The cream formed into larger and larger wads and soon would need to feel the coolness of the air. He cringed in ecstasy and sobbed his joys to the moon. She was tearing large holes in his erotic form and there was nothing he could do about it. He was a piece of butter thrown on a red-hot skillet and left there to sizzle into nothingness.
"Nobu," he wailed to the sucking, licking girl, "suck my cock before I go out of my fucking mind!"
"Yes," the girl eagerly hissed. "Whatever you wish."
Releasing his legs, she slid her slight, smooth, little-girl body up along his until her mouth was opposite his. Then, sucking his quivering lips into hers, she stabbed his cavern with her hot, spiking tongue. He gave a start, not expecting the aided treat.
"I just wanted to taste all of you," she offered in passionate explanation.
Before he could continue feasting on her slippery eel, she was already halfway down the slope of his heaving chest. Her tongue, extended to its full length, traced her passage down to the curly garden of his lusting passions. Pausing to pay homage to the fertile ground which gave birth to his fantastically protruding shaft, she kissed its curliness and then went straight to the head of his seething cock. Her supple mouth, limber and loose from all the licking and kissing she had been doing, locked its luscious lips around his burning crown and sucked. He almost fell out of his skin when he felt her sucking the full length of his steaming pipe. Her mouth, large and steaming, was like a thousand vacuum cleaners, all intent on draining him clean of the throbbing juices which were pounding their hot heads against the thin walls of his pulsating love sac. She closed her eyes and locking her lips around his prick, she soon looked like someone who had lost their teeth and had gotten stuck to the glue pot brush. She swayed back and forth like a snake answering the rhythmic bobbing of its master. The prick was like manna from the sky to the Oriental girl and no matter how hard she sucked, she couldn't seem to get enough.
Her delicate little hands wafted down to his hairy testicles and while continuing to lubricate the full intoxicating length of his bursting tool, massaged their aroused surfaces.
Roger was in a maddening state of affairs. The pressures were building up in his cock. He wanted to pop his fantastic load, but he didn't want to lose the glorious sensations her wildly sucking mouth was giving to him. Finally, his passions took over and with a cry of surprised pain, felt the entire sum and substance of his erotic being explode into life.
The girl, unprepared for the army of cum which came shooting into her suctioning mouth, fell back from the force of his eruption. She never once gave up the life giving tube which would have been the same as committing suicide.
Roger tried to reach her glistening cunt but she kept jumping out of his reach.
"No!" she gasped between sucks, "I am meant to serve you. My pleasures must come after yours!" And on that note, she continued to give pleasure to his spurting, spewing, cumming cock.
All good things must come to an end and so did Roger's exhilarating sexual romp with Nobu. The tiny girl, having brought her love to the ultimate glory, now cleansed his body with her loving lips. She licked off every glistening drop of cum from his still-aroused body and then, bowing politely, left him to his tumultuous thoughts. He was still sailing a few hundred feet off the ground and it was only the exhaustion, brought on by her sucking, that kept him from chasing after her.
The last of his wanton lust left his body and once again, he was able to think with a clear head. Brushing himself off, he walked over to where the girls were sitting.
"Ladies, I suggest we all go to sleep. Tomorrow, the first thing, we'll start looking for someone to get us out of this place." He knelt down beside Myrna who was cradling Angel's head in her lap. "How is she?" he whispered.
"Fine. She's a little uncomfortable, but other than that, she's fine." Myrna smiled warmly at him. "It wasn't your fault so why don't you just get yourself a good night's rest? Please?"
"I'll be over by the station wagon if you need me."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight ... and thanks."
CHAPTER SIX
The quiet of the night was broken only by the gentle breathing of the sleeping group. The moon, which had lit the countryside, was now draped in darkness. Roger, asleep by the station wagon, tossed restlessly; the accident still weighing heavily on his mind. Then something else teased his half-sleeping mind. A soft, almost shuffling sound nearby. Groaning, he rolled over on his side. His move seemed to erase the shuffling sound. A long silent pause, then the shuffling, shifting sound started up again. It was slowly approaching the supine Roger. A dark shadow, stretched out to grotesque size by the thin shafts of moonlight, hovered ominously over Roger and then, with a soft grunt, shifted direction. It now headed toward the sleeping girls.
The hulking figure, reaching the clustered forms of the girls, grunted with discovery and then blended into the earth. Kneeling down beside Dawn, the shadowy figure grew a hairy hand which tentatively touched the soft features of the girl. Feeling good, it took courage and dropped a little lower, down toward her gently heaving breasts. The hairy claw was about to touch her bosom when a thick knife blade slashed its angry way across the top of its hand. An almost animal cry of pain flew from the shadow's lips. Looking up, it stared right into the sharp, unfriendly tip of a large hunting knife.
"Easy does it," Roger warned.
The girls, startled by the intruder's cry of pain, jerked awake and when they saw the grizzly features of the man, cringed in fear.
"It's all right, girls. He won't hurt you." He prodded the man's face with the tip of the blade. "Up."
The hairy brute silently rose to his feet and stared at Roger with uncomprehending eyes as if he didn't understand what the fuss was about.
"Over here," he ordered.
Walking a foot or so behind, he steered the man back over to the station wagon.
"You girls stay there," he ordered.
Reaching the vehicle, he pushed the man hard against the side.
"Put your hands on the car and spread your legs wide. And not too fast," he warned. Assured the man wasn't carrying any weapons, he told him to turn around. Studying the gorilla-like features of the prowler, he relaxed as the moronic strain which ran through him was quite apparent.
"What are you doing out here this time of night?"
"I live here," the man blurted defensively.
"Where?"
The man pointed vaguely behind him. "There."
Roger tried to see what he was pointing at, but the trees blocked his view.
"What's your name?"
The man puzzled over that one for a moment. He then had a flash. "Andrew," he answered, proud he remembered.
"How did you know we were here?" Roger asked the confused moron.
"Mister Henry told me," he replied.
Roger's heart beat faster. Maybe there were people around. "Who is Mister Henry?"
"Mister Henry ... " the oaf insisted, "he's Mister Henry."
"And," Roger asked, "what did Mister Henry tell you to do when you got here?"
A dull look and then memory. "He said to bring you to the house. The main house," he added.
Roger pointed toward the trees. "And it's back there?" The man nodded dumbly. "Very far?"
That threw him. Roger, rather than try to pursue the conversation any longer, decided to wait till morning.
"You'll stay with us until the sun comes up. Then you can take us to Mister Henry."
The dolt nodded his head eagerly. "Mister Henry ... that's right! I'm to take you to Mister Henry!"
"Tomorrow morning," Roger corrected.
"Tomorrow morning," the overgrown child echoed.
"Now," he said while pointing to the rear of the station wagon, "we'll sit here and then tomorrow we'll go to the house."
The man moaned sadly, wanting to be with the girls.
"No," Roger insisted. "You stay with me so you can show me where to find Mister Henry."
That seemed to please the man and he grunted happily as he squatted down alongside the station wagon. Roger, knowing he'd have to stay up the rest of the night, threw off his blanket and hoped the cool air would be enough to ward off the sleep that he so desperately longed for. The beady, shifting eyes of his unwelcome guest told him that he had better stay awake. Otherwise, it would be rape time in the old town tonight. Grunting back to the hulking man, he made himself comfortable and cursed the day he ever discovered the pleasures of screwing young, tight asses.
The sun finally stuck its head above the horizon signaling the start of a new day. And a good thing it arrived when it did; Roger couldn't hold out much longer. Shucking aside the stiffness and the tiredness he felt in every bone of his body, he assumed the role of leader. The attitude made it impossible for one with as monumental an ego as his, to think about little things like being tired and hungry. Must save face at all costs. The moronic hulk watched his every movement like a dog which hadn't been fed for a week or longer. Wherever Roger went, the dumb brute wasn't too far behind. Wanting to talk to the girls alone, he told the man to unload the station wagon. Happy to be a part of something, he bent to his task with a vengeance. Roger walked over to where the girls were standing.
"Jeez, it's about time. Who is that creep?"
"And what does he want?"
"And how come you didn't say anything last night?"
"Yeah. That was pretty shitty. Just going off and leaving us to die of curiosity."
Roger, ignoring the other girls, looked over at Angel who as usual, said nothing.
"How are you?" he asked warmly.
"Fine."
"Your head okay?"
"No, thanks to you," she answered drily.
He started toward her but was stopped by Myrna.
"Leave her alone," she hissed urgently. "She's still all shook up about yesterday." In a louder voice which everyone could hear, Myrna continued. "Roger, will you please tell us what's going on?"
"He works for some guy who owns property around here. And he's going to take us there. That's all."
"Great," Dawn exclaimed. "Maybe I'll be able to wash off all of this crud ..." She edged closer to Roger. "And you know what else?" she laughingly confided to him.
"Very funny." He looked over at Angel. "Will you be able to walk?"
Having cooled off a bit, she smiled. "Yes, thank you."
"I'm sorry about yesterday," he said sincerely.
"I know."
By this time, Andrew had all the luggage out of the vehicle.
"Now, everyone go over to the wagon and find their luggage. Then pick out the barest necessities. Toothbrush, comb, change of clothes and so on. Then, put it all in one suitcase. Go on now."
They all headed over to the wagon and in short order had gone through their suitcases. Andrew, who had been on the sidelines watching, was drooling all over his dirt-encrusted shirt. The sight of the young girls in their brief outfits fondling intimate items such as bras and panties was too much for the oaf. A large swelling grew in the junction of his legs.
Dawn, who had sort of taken Angel's place in Roger's life, poked him in the ribs.
"Look at that guy," she whispered, "he must have a snake in there!"
"Want me to talk to him? Maybe I can get him to use it on you," he said kiddingly.
She made a sour face. "No, thanks. Ughhhhhh!"
The girls had picked out the articles which they needed and were ready to go. Roger crossed over to Andrew who was beside himself.
"We're ready to go, Andrew."
"Uhhhh?" the man asked dumbly.
"You were going to take us to your boss, remember?"
He shook his huge head vacantly and then a light began to shine in his beady eyes.
"Yes," he said stupidly. "Mister Henry said to bring you to the house." As if the girls no longer existed, he turned and headed robot-like toward the trees.
Roger picked up the suitcase and walked over to Angel.
"All right," he shouted to the milling group. "Just follow Andrew there." Looking at Angel, he asked, "Would you like me to help you?"
She straightened up. "No, thanks." And on that note, joined the girls. Roger was about to follow when he noticed that they were leaving the luggage unprotected.
"Wait a second," he shouted to the disappearing group, "I have to put the bags back in the car." Dropping the suitcase, he went over to the station wagon, reloaded it and then locked the vehicle. He then joined the waiting girls. Andrew, he noticed, was disappointed to see him. It was almost as if he had just now decided to make his move and Roger's coming back threw it out of kilter. Sensing the danger the man represented, he placed himself between the brute and the girls.
"Okay, Andrew," he said pleasantly enough, "let's go."
With a grunt of frustration, the man turned and led them through the trees.
They walked through the woods for about a half-hour and then reaching a stream, forded it and went up a gentle slope. Reaching the other side, Roger dropped the bag down and called for a halt.
"Hold up for a minute, Andrew. I think we all could use a five-minute break." Seeing Angel struggling up the slippery slope, he slid down and joined her. "Here," he offered, "let me help you."
"Thanks," she gasped gratefully.
"How do you feel?"
"Terrible. My head feels like somebody's holding a party inside."
He cringed, knowing it was his fault. But since he had already apologized, there was nothing more he could do except to try and make her as comfortable as possible. He helped her up the side of the hill and then crossed over to the squatting Andrew.
"How much farther?" he asked.
A foolish question since the man couldn't relate to time or distance.
He shrugged his broad shoulders. "I don't know. Soon."
Trying not to get angry, Roger took a deep breath and looked at the childish face. "Can we see the house from here?"
The man eagerly smiled and nodded his shaggy head like a machine gone out of control.
Roger's spirits rose. "Where?" he asked eagerly. "Show me."
The man hoisted himself to full height and then turning, pointed toward a thick clump of brush. Roger dashed over and pushed the heavy leaves aside. It was as if he had just turned on a movie projector. There before him, in the sunlit distance, regal and ancient, stood a three-storied Victorian mansion surrounded by sweeping lawns and docile flocks of grazing deer and sheep. The man couldn't believe his tired eyes. It was a page right out of an English novel. Elated at his find, he raced back to the girls.
"Come on," he shouted happily. "This you're not going to believe!" Taking Angel by the hand, he gently led her to the parted brush. She gasped with amazement as her eyes drank in the Arcadian beauty of the setting.
"Well, let's go," she gushed happily.
Picking up the bag, Roger brushed aside the greenery and led her to the other side. They all felt like they had just ended a thousand-mile trek across the African veldt.
* * *
An elegant hand swept aside the finely embroidered drapes which protected the interior from the damaging rays of the sun. Peering through the lace curtains, the owner of the hand watched the six tiny dots heading toward him. Hissing a sigh of anticipated pleasure, he let the curtains fall back in place.
"Jameson," he called out in a faintly accented voice.
A butler, in full nineteenth-century livery, appeared in the doorway. He bowed low.
"Sir?"
"We will be having five guests shortly. Four females and one male. Please see that they are housed on the third floor, west wing in adjoining rooms."
"Very good, sir."
"One other thing. Advise our guests 'down below' of their arrival." A thin, wicked smile traveled across the man's face.
The butler nodded and excusing himself, left the room.
The owner of the voice, one Hanford Wellington Gaylord, eased his lanky frame into a deep-backed chair in front of the blazing fireplace. The yellow-blue flames, dancing to the song of the sucking air, cast a goldish pale on the man's smug features. Staring into the darting fire, he smiled quietly to himself as if he were about to sit down to a feast-and the unsuspecting girls and Roger were the main course. A large ballooning in his tailored pants brought a sigh to his lips. Whistling softly, he extracted his boiling shaft and lovingly fondled it in his small hands. Another whistle and a young girl, not more than thirteen, fully attired in a maid's uniform, appeared out of the gloom. He waved his thrusting stick at her. She obediently sank to her knees and taking his flaming arrow in her hands, rubbed it against the moist fullness of her young mouth. A sigh of satisfaction came from her lord and master's mouth as he felt the first tinges of her lips teasing the doe-skinned softness of the tip of his huge cock.
The obedient maid, never indicating her true feelings, mechanically licked on the full length of his thrusting spear. She spread the fullness of her thick tongue against the flatness of the underside of his heavily-veined cock and licked. The long, languid strokes she was taking were sending the man right through the back of the chair. His fingers dug into the finely woven silk of the arm-rests as he felt more and more of her mouth attack his seething instrument of love.
The scene they created was right out of a Victorian novel. She, the beautiful young maid, kneeling at the feet of her master with a roaring fire in the background.
The young girl, despite her natural reserve, found the heat of her sucking was arousing the passions which lay in wait between her hairless cunt-lips. She moved around in rhythm to her suctioning.
"That's it, girl," he prompted through clenched teeth, "suck it as if it were a lollipop."
"Yes, Master Hanford," she answered in a muffled voice.
Removing his throbbing cock from her hot sucking mouth, she held it before her like a sword and then, cupping his magnificent balls in her hands, took long, luscious licks of his pulsating shaft. The more she licked, the more she wanted. Tiny beads of cum peeped through the red slit of his cock. Seeing the moisture, she let out a gasp of joy and shoved the entire exciting length and licking his prick. The sight of the cum told her she had succeeded in satisfying or at least, was bringing her lord and master to the brink of a climax.
Hanford, thrilling under the suctioning of her hot, vacuuming cavern needed an added plus before he could have a climax. He needed something freaky. Snapping his fingers urgently, he frantically searched around the darkened room. A burning pair of slitted eyes answered his urgent finger snapping. With a growl of lust, a huge Great Dane came bounding across the large room. The girl, hearing the drooling, heavily breathing dog, dropped his cock. Stark, unabashed fear ran rampant through her slight young body.
"Please," she begged, "you told me that if I did everything you said, I wouldn't have to anymore!"
His eyes blazing with raw power, he yanked the girl's head against his body.
"You said that you loved me-and that you would do anything for me! Didn't you?" he hissed cruelly.
"Yes, yes," she cried out in pain. "But not the dog again. Please ... " Her eyes were flooded with tears as she nervously watched the panting dog hovering nearby. "Please," she begged in her child-like voice. "Please ... "
He was in his absolute sadistic glory. Tearing the dress off her back, he forced her to kneel before him with her beautiful domed ass turned sideways. He didn't want to miss one exciting moment of her betrayal. Signaling the dog, he pulled her asscheeks apart so the animal could insert his bright red, erect cock. The girl, her face buried in her arms was quietly sobbing as she felt the last shreds of her dignity being shorn from her. The man got an idea.
"Would you like it better," he asked quietly, "if I made love to you?"
"Oh, yes," she answered quickly. "Oh, yes, very much!"
"Then I will," he told her grandly. "Pull your cheeks apart so that I can kiss your you know what."
The girl was only too happy to oblige. Placing her sweet little hands on the marble hardness of her alabaster cheeks, she spread them apart. The man, who had by now knelt on the floor behind her, gasped with pleasure at the sight of her inviting, pink, fleshy cunt-lips. They stood out, clean and hairless and throbbing with anxious anticipation. Bending forward, he latched his thick lips around the walls of her moist cunt-lips and sucked. The sensation of having her sex in his mouth sent his body's juices wildly roaring through his corrupt body. The dog, who was eager and anxious to screw, stood by on the sidelines, panting with frustration. Not wanting to leave the dog out, he pulled on its thrusting, pinkish-red cock and started jerking it off while continuing to suck on her sweet-tasting pussy-lips. Both the girl and the animal were sighing with erotic bliss. Then, he sneaked his thin fingertip up to the clenched tissues which guarded her tiny bung-hole. The girl, caught up in a web of passion, grimaced slightly when she felt his finger's pressure.
"It's all right," he assured her, "I just wanted you to have another thrill."
"Yes, Master Hanford," she gushed happily. "Do with me as you please."
"And I will," he hissed while continuing to dine on her swollen cunt-lips.
His finger, gently probing the taut tissue of her anal channel, soon slipped past its walls. She moaned with pain, this being the first time she had ever felt anything inside of her rear end. It felt good and to keep his finger happy, she ground her ass around as if she were fucking a cock buried in her boiling cunt.
Feeling the time was near, he quickly reversed his position and grabbing the surprised animal, rammed his red-hot cock hard against her asshole. The girl shot up in surprise, but it was too late. The animal had gained a foothold and wasn't about to let go.
"No!" she cried out. "No, please! It's wrong!"
"Nothing's wrong," he hissed back at her, "if it pleases me!" Letting out a cruel laugh, he pulled her head back and bit her quivering lips. The pain of his biting took away some of the agony which was being caused by the humping animal as it tried to shove its beet-red stick up her tight asshole. Then, gaining a lock on her bung-hole, the Great Dane shoved and with a tearing, ripping, searing pain, rammed its hot prick deep inside her virgin ass. The girl cried and moaned and whimpered, but to no avail. Hanford, an animal not much different than the pounding dog, grinned even wider as her pain was sustenance to his evil, erotic nature.
Forcing the crying girl's mouth wide open, he rammed his cannon deep and hard inside.
Impaled on one end by the huge Great Dane and on the other by the searing, seething cock of her master, the girl could only hang on. The rivers of pain which were rushing through her began to subside as her asshole adjusted to the strange, impaling pole of the grunting, drooling animal. She even began to enjoy the fiery sensation. Lusting for the man's prick, the feeling of being fucked in the ass began to wane as she loved the torrid magnificence of his thrusting shaft.
Her body, answering the call of the fucking song, began swaying and humping in rhythm to the dog's and soon she was loving every exciting minute of what was happening to her aroused body. Gurgles of tearful happiness blanketed her master's cock as she pistoned it in and out of her hot, suctioning mouth. Soon she was in perfect harmony with the double fucking she was receiving.
A tearing pain beginning in the base of her hot, boiling cavity told her that soon she would start exploding all over the place. Wanting Hanford to cum with her, she increased the insistence of her sucking.
The man threw his head back and groaned wildly as he felt the torrid, clamping lips of her mouth try to pull his cock loose from its hairy roots. A trembling raced through his overheated body as he felt the juices of his demented passions fighting to be free. Every muscle in his body tensed up and soon the river of cum which had gathered in his hairy testicles exploded with a vengeance. The full force of his spewing rocket set off a series of explosions in the girl. Multi-hued flashes of electricity raged before her glazed eyes. The steady stream of cum, lubricating every excited inch of her vacuuming mouth, sent her on a trip which would take a long time from which to recover. Now the fucking of the Great Dane began to feel even greater. Moaning with unabated passion, she hungrily urged the heaving dog to fuck her right into the next world.
"Come on, you cocksucker!" she screamed at the pumping animal in between sucks on Hanford's spurting organ. "Fuck, fuck ... fuck me! ... "
She was beside herself with frantic passion. Every nerve ending in her aroused body was quivering, she being almost on the verge of a gargantuan climax. The dog, as if hearing her plea, frantically poled her hot, streaming asshole. She writhed in delicious agony as the combination of Hanford's bursting cock and the dog fucking her in the ass did its job. With a wail which the angels could hear, she screamed out the glorious news.
"Sonofabitch!" she screamed. "I'm cummminngggggg!"
Her body began jerking and trembling and then with a roar, she threw herself on the floor in front of the fireplace and erupted. Her body flopped spastically around as one violent torrent of love after another wracked her thirteen-year-old body. The Great Dane, almost on the verge of cumming, needed a hole to finish its job.
Hanford, seeing the dog's pitiful agony, grabbed its boiling cock and grabbing the girl's gaping maw, pressed them together. Before the girl knew what was happening, she was cumming and sucking off the frantic animal at the same time. It wasn't Hanford's cock, but it was a cock and that was all that mattered right now. Sucking on it as if it was her mother's tit, she almost sucked it right off the gasping dog's body. The animal, in the throes of a violent orgasm, yelped its happiness and then shot its entire wad into her pulling mouth. The stream of cum quickly blended with Hanford's and as far as the possessed girl was concerned, she was drinking ambrosia. Every exciting drop was cherished and gently sucked and licked by the overwhelmed youth. No matter how much cum she drank, it wasn't enough. Her own orgasms completed, she rolled over on her knees and like the teenage sex animal she had become, crawled over to where Hanford was eagerly drinking in every erotic, intoxicating moment of her lustful scene with the dog. She hungrily stared up at his drooling, glazed features and reached for the wrinkled remains of his cock.
"Beg!" he commanded in an insane voice. "First, beg!"
Having lost all shreds of dignity, the young girl sat up on her haunches and groveling at his knees, begged for a taste of his cock.
Triumphant in his glory, he took her trembling hands and placed them on his gem. The hands instantly locked around his tool and shoved it into her sucking mouth. Sighs of fulfillment floated from the girl's stuffed mouth as she dined on the thing which meant more to her than anything else in the world ... his cock.
Soon, the entire affair was beginning to bore the man and with a disdainful push, shoved the girl back onto the floor. She lay there, helpless in the clutches of the passion she felt for the man. It was as if he were her life's blood.
"Enough," he told her. "Get cleaned up. We have guests coming."
She reluctantly got to her feet and after an unrewarded silent plea, did as she was told. Hanford, ignoring her departure, called the dog over and fondly embraced him.
"Good dog," he said as he kissed the dripping muzzle of the animal, "nice fellow!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
The group, with Andrew in the lead and Roger directly behind them, slowly made their way across the verdant countryside toward the huge, looming house. The girls were all a twitter with the usual questions, such as, 'is he young and handsome?' ... 'is he rich?' ... and 'is he single?' Roger, hearing traces of their girlish conversations, felt a tinge of jealousy as he felt his place in their sphere of things being usurped by the invisible owner of the large estate.
They were still a distance from the house when a slender figure was seen emerging from the gabled gloom. Andrew immediately stopped dead in his tracks and waited as if expecting further orders from the approaching figure. Several other people emerged and followed after the man like a train following royalty.
Their trails soon crossed and the two groups came face to face. To Roger, it felt like the Grand Titans meeting to divide up the spoils. He stood there facing an arrogant, elegantly attired dandy who had cruelty written all over his handsome face. If Dorian Grey were a real character, the man facing Roger would have been he. The girls reacted differently. To them, he was a knight in shining armor a gallant nobleman coming to them in their desperate hour of need. They clustered together like a flock of cackling hens as they 'ooohhhhed' and gushed over the man.
Hanford bowed low.
"Welcome to Manchester House," he greeted the group. "My name is Hanford Gaylord," he announced as if it had magic attached to it. "And whom," he asked Roger, politely but with a touch of condescension, "might you be?"
"Roger Denham," he answered, slightly irked at the man's studied politeness, "and these are my charges." He was about to introduce the girls, but Hanford, ignoring him, merely stepped past him and took care of the introduction himself. Roger could only stand there and take it. The girls, all agog and excited to meet a really handsome and very rich man, crowded around the charming dandy. Introductions taken care of, the man then chose to notice Angel's bruised head.
"My dear," he said, oozing with the milk of human kindness, "what happened to you?"
"We had an accident last evening," Roger started to say.
Hanford threw his arm around the girl and immediately assumed the role of host-protector.
"Later," he threw back at Roger as if he had said an obscenity. "First, let's take care of the young woman's wound."
By this time, the rest of his party, consisting of a young woman in a dark dress and the butler arrived. Without bothering to acknowledge their existence, he waved them over to Angel.
"Take care of her."
They silently led her off toward the house.
Hanford, with a disdain born of money, indicated for the rest to follow. "If you please," he said pleasantly, "it's getting rather warm out here." Looking at Andrew who had been dumbly standing by, he hissed ... "Take the bag to the house and then report to Harrison."
The small army advanced through the lush green grass to the house which held further adventures for them.
Once inside the cool confines of the edifice, they were greeted by the woman who had just helped Angel.
"If you follow me please, I'll show you to your rooms." Without waiting to see if they had heard, she automatically started up the grand curving stairway with its highly polished banisters. The girls, quite impressed by the size and dignity of the house, could only murmur in awe as they followed the young woman upstairs. Roger, curious about their host and not willing to remain in that state, hung back until the group was out of sight. He then turned and headed through a double set of doors which seemed to lead to the center of the house. His trip was curtailed when the butler politely but firmly blocked his way.
"Excuse me, sir, but I think your rooms are the other way." He led Roger back through the double doors and up the stairs. Having no choice in the matter, he quietly followed along.
Reaching the second floor, he was quite impressed by the seemingly endless rows of doors which perforated the quiet hall.
"Your boss must really like people," he said to the patiently waiting butler. "Does he do a lot of entertaining?"
"This way, sir," was the terse reply.
Roger, not one to be put off, persisted. "I asked you a question," he said politely, but firmly.
"And, sir ... I gave you an answer. This way please."
Seeing that he was banging his head against a cement wall, he gave in and followed the butler. They climbed another set of stairs, not nearly as ornate as the first one and then arrived on the third floor. By the poverty of the decorations and the limited amount of doors, Roger surmised this must be where the poorer relations stayed.
The butler bowed and opened the door.
"Where are the girls?" Roger asked.
"On either side of you, sir." He entered the room behind Roger. "If you need anything, sir ... " and pointed toward a three-buttoned panel, "just ring."
"Thank you."
"Luncheon will be served in a half-hour, sir-on the south veranda. The master would be most happy if you were all on time. He dislikes waiting."
"Formal attire?" Roger asked sarcastically.
"No, sir," the butler answered calmly. "What you are wearing is adequate. Is there anything else, sir?"
"No, thank you."
The door closed quietly behind the departing servant. Roger looked around the room. It was large, square, simply but tastefully furnished. The focal point was a large canopied bed with an ornate fireplace fronting it. Off to one side was a door which he assumed led to the bathroom. Crossing over to the large windows, he gazed out. There before him lay the beautifully manicured lawns and beyond them, the woods where they came from. Looking off to the side, he could barely make out large cultivated fields which he assumed was what paid for the place. A giggle drew his attention to his immediate right. It was Dawn and she was peering out from behind her own window. They were almost close enough to touch fingers. It was then that he realized that the door must lead to her bedroom.
"Wait a second," he called out to her. Ducking back into the bedroom, he opened the door and entered. Dawn, Nobu and Myrna was all seated on the three small beds which constituted the main pieces of furniture in the room.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Like sardines," Dawn answered.
"Well, it will only be until they can get the wagon out of the ditch. Lunch is in about a half-hour. I'll ask Hanford then."
"He's something else, isn't he?" Myrna sighed.
"If you like dead fish."
"Jealous? ... " Dawn laughed.
"I guess so." He looked over at Nobu who was quietly playing with her fingertips. "How are you doing, Nobu?"
She looked up at him and quietly smiled. "Very well. A little tired, though."
"Where's Angel?"
"Oh, he figured she'd be better off downstairs. I think she's in his bedroom or right next to it."
"Did you call the camp and tell them we're going to be late and what happened? I don't want my parents to go crazy worrying about me."
He slapped his head.
"Shit," he cursed, "I forgot all about it. Let me check Angel out and then I'll call."
"Can we come along?" Nobu asked.
"Sure."
They gathered their stuff together and followed Roger out of the room. Reaching the second floor, they were at a loss as to figure out which room was which. Roger took a guess and pushed open a heavily inlaid door. Sticking his head in, he soon realized his mistake. For there in front of him was the housekeeper, bare-assed naked and hanging by her wrists, while Hanford stood nearby swinging a mean-looking whip.
"Oooppppps," he said and quickly shut the door. "We'd better find one of the help," he explained to the girls. "Too many secrets around here."
They were puzzled by what he meant but before they could ask, he had already bounded down the stairs. The door he had just peeked into opened and Hanford stuck his head out.
"May I help you?" he asked casually.
"Yes," Myrna oozed. "We were looking for our friend-the one who bumped her head."
"Oh, yes," he whispered, "I believe she's downstairs on the veranda."
"Thanks."
"My pleasure," he said and closed the door.
The girls were about to leave when they heard a series of thwacks, followed by a woman's voice, half screaming, half sobbing.
"What the hell was that?"
"I don't know and I don't want to know!"
"Shall we go downstairs?" suggested Nobu, who by the expression on her face, seemed to know only too well what was going on behind the closed door.
Finding Roger, they told him about what they had heard.
"It figures. I should have warned you. He had the housekeeper strung up like a piece of beef. Most probably she digs pain and he loves giving it to her. Anyway, it's none of our business. Did you find Angel?"
"Yeah, he told us she was out on the veranda."
"Did you call the camp?"
"All's well. I told them we'd be there either tonight or the first thing tomorrow morning."
"As far as I'm concerned," Dawn chimed in, "I hope it's tonight."
"Me, too! I don't dig that kind of action!"
"To each his own, I guess. Come on, let's find Angel and see how she's doing."
* * *
The master bedroom of the house was more than just a place to rest ... it was a place of amusement. The little scene which Roger and the girls accidentally stumbled onto was just a beginning as far as Hanford and the strung-up girl were concerned. Some people ate food for sustenance, Hanford devoured people in the freakiest manner possible. Such as now.
"You will fuck me, won't you, cunt?" he screeched at her. The whip which he fondled in his hand waved threateningly in front of her sweat-soaked face. "Won't you?" he insisted while poking the long snake under her slightly bleeding nose.
"No!" she gasped. "I hate men ... especially you!"
The whip stirred to life and before she could tense up in anticipation, it lashed its angry message across her already blood-streaked back.
"Tell me that you want to fuck me more than anything else in the world!" he spat out at her in a mad frenzy. "Tell me or I'll beat you to one inch of your rotten life."
"No!" the naked girl screamed.
The whip sang out and soon her back was a road map of pain. She swung from the rafters with her bursting breasts thrusting proudly toward the wall. Dropping the whip, he stepped in front of her and sucked one of her round domes into his glistening mouth. Instead of just licking the taut nubbins, he bit down with a vengeance. The girl screamed but to no avail. The more she screamed, the more he bit down. Their little game was rapidly being played out, the girl not being able to endure much more.
He was a seething mass of frustration. She had to give in! It was the rule! But, for reasons known only to her masochistic mind, she was holding out longer than usual. Doing the only thing left for him to do, he pulled a red-hot poker out of the fireplace and held it before her face.
"Up your fucking cunt this thing goes if you don't say 'yes' and right now!"
She numbly shook her head "no." Her eyes, fiery beads glistening in the vastness of her shrunken sockets, blazed with renewed passions. The thought of being impaled by the poker drove her wild with lust.
Hanford lowered the glowing tip of the poker until her cunt-hairs started curling from the intense heat. She grimaced in pain as the heat seared the delicate skin around her aroused cunt. Soon, it was too much for even her and she relented.
"Yes!" she screamed out in defeat. "I want to fuck you!"
Triumphant, he burned away the ropes with the poker and watched as she fell in a heap at his feet. Kicking the naked girl until she lay flat on her back, he disdainfully spat on her. The more he spat, the better she liked it.
"You're no good!" he said with intense hatred, "are you?"
Her legs spread wider. "No, I'm not worthy of anything except dog shit!" she chanted back.
Unleashing his angry organ, he knelt down between her glistening legs and without ceremony, rammed its thick head hard against her dry cunt. The girl moaned in pain as she felt the thickness of his cockhead rubbing hard against the tightly clenched entrance of her cunt. He grunted with angry frustration as he continued pressing his violating organ against her swollen, resisting cunt-lips. Finally, she couldn't contract her muscles any longer and was forced to relax them. At that moment, he bent his hard ass back and with an animal cry of utter hate, rammed his raping nine inches into her cunt. The girl almost bounced off the carpeted floor from the force of his thrusting ass. Hanging onto his arms, she bucked and heaved as he wildly penetrated the very being of her sick erotic soul. She was a woman complete. He had degraded her, beaten her and was now raping her ...
Hanford, full of lust and hate, continued pummeling her writhing cavity until the lips which sucked on his plunging dagger were red with blood.
She cried out in pain and that sent him into an even greater frenzy. He meant to destroy every living ounce of humanness in the hated girl and he was well on his way.
Her head began flopping around like a rag doll as his assault grew more and more violent. His ass, wildly plunging harder and harder against her churning pelvis, glistened with the sweat of his exertions. Grabbing the roundness of her grinding ass, he screamed bloody murder and pistoned his ass even harder against her hairy mound. He was a man who meant to destroy the things he hated the most ... women. It was as if he had tendencies which were turning him into an animal and the only way to rid himself of these horrors was by destroying the beauty around him.
His two nuts angrily slammed against her gyrating ass as he brought himself closer and closer to an orgasm.
"You're a fucking animal!" he grunted, "a dirty, rotten piece of garbage!"
"Yes!" she cried out. "More! Keep telling me that!"
"Animal, animal, animal!" he kept screaming like a broken record.
The steady droning of his voice plus the impact of his driving spike was sending the girl skittering across the floor. The marriage of the two, the hard-driving fucking he was giving to her plus the painful carpet burns tearing at her lacerated skin, sent her blood pressure right off the dial. Her body jerked and heaved as the vanguard of her erotic explosions raged throughout her convulsing body.
"I'm cumming," she moaned to her fucking tormentor while tracing thin trails of blood across his hands with her nails. She shivered and shook and trembled and then with an eagle's scream, had a gigantic orgasm. The orgasm was the prelude and soon she was a turbulent, writhing mass of flesh being tossed about by the raging sea of cum within her body.
Hanford, violently bucked off by the convulsing girl, angrily beat his torrid tool against her climaxing body. He frantically stroked and beat his weapon as he tried in vain to bring himself to a climax. Then, his tube jerking wildly on its own, told him that he was successful. Shoving his soon-to-explode organ against her bubbling mouth, he jerked and jerked and then felt the hot river of cum surge through his pulsating cock. A cry of joy flew from his frothing lips as he watched his cum pour out of his spurting rifle all over her dribbling lips. He was like a fireman laying down a carpet of foam on a runway. The girl, still caught up in her own orgasms, could only hope to lick up the foaming sea of cum which was drowning the sweat on her convulsive features.
The heaving and tossing and churning continued unabated until there was no more to spew. Then, with a contemptuous kick in the side, he got to his feet and readjusted his clothes.
"Get up, pig," he said breathlessly, "we serve lunch in fifteen minutes."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Walking the full length of the veranda, they found Angel seated under a beach-type umbrella staring out at the lush countryside. Hearing them, she turned and smiled.
"Hi," she said gaily. "Welcome to the old folks' home."
"How do you feel?"
"What you doing way over here?"
"Where do we eat?"
"Heard any dirty stories lately?"
She held up her hands in surrender. "One at a time," she moaned. "Please ..."
"Age before beauty," a pleased Roger said smiling. Taking her hands in his, he leaned down and gently bussed the bluish bruise on her forehead. "Hello, there," he said lightly. "Ready for a romp in the hay?"
"Give me a few more hours and I will be," she answered in a not so kidding tone of voice.
The instant swelling of his crotch was his silent answer.
"Good boy," she said and patted his bulging length.
"When's lunch? I'm starving."
He looked at his watch. "Should be any time now."
As if on cue, the butler appeared from nowhere and announced that "luncheon was being served in the garden."
"Where the hell's the garden?" Dawn asked.
The butler, ignoring her feeble attempt at humor, bowed and indicated the other end of the building. "If you will follow me, please."
They gathered about the man and eagerly dogged his trail. He led them along the building and then down a flight of stairs into a formal French garden. They 'ohhhhhed' and 'ahhhed' their appreciation of the loving care the garden must have required during its formative years.
Set in the center of the garden alongside a small pond alive with graceful swans, was a buffet table set a few feet from a formally decorated dinner table. The incongruity of the scene was further enhanced by the presence of the housekeeper, cool, calm and sedate and the thirteen-year-old maid. They were standing at relaxed attention and when the group came closer, pulled the chairs back so that they might be seated. The head of the table was vacant, Hanford not having arrived as yet.
Roger started to pour himself some wine when the butler stopped him.
"If you don't mind, sir, the Master would prefer if you would wait. He should be here any moment now."
Roger returned the top to the crystal decanter.
"You're the boss," he commented wryly, sipping the little he managed to pour before being asked to stop.
Hanford, supreme in his ego, swept up to the table and with a regal nod of his head to his guests, allowed himself to be seated by his attentive servant.
"Forgive me for being late. But," he paused as he eyed Roger and the girls, "as you know ... I was engaged." The housekeeper flushed under his penetrating stare.
"Would you care for some wine first?" he asked and on that note, the meal began. Absolute silence, other than the usual 'please, the butter' and 'the salt, please,' was studiously observed. The servants quietly and efficiently attended to their every need. It was almost as if they had been transported back a hundred years. The setting was perfect. The Irish linen, the Danish crystal, the French wine, a different one for each course, helped to add to the tone of the unusual meal.
Hanford finished, waited patiently until the others had eaten their fill. Then lighting up a cigar and not offering one to Roger, he sipped on his after-dinner drink and indicated that he was open to questions.
The girls looked at each other and whatever enchantment they had originally felt was completely gone. To them, he was a gnome who just happened to have money. And by the look on Roger's face, he felt the same way. Hanford, rather than upset by their ill-disguised dislike of him, seemed to feed from it. It was as if he were fostering their ill-will.
"Well," he said, casually flicking an ash in the general direction of the servants, "I guess I'll just have to answer your questions before you ask them."
"That's not necessary," Roger answered as he pushed his chair back.
The man's face grew black with anger. "That's not very polite," he said through clenched teeth. Relaxing his face, he went on. "Usually it's the host who calls the turn-wouldn't you say?"
"Sorry."
"As I started to say, I know you have tons of questions to ask but feel the rigid rules of hospitality prevent you from asking them." He bent forward in anticipation. "Is that not so?"
Roger, tired of the game, threw his napkin down and faced the grinning man. "Yes, damn it! It is so," he answered, angrily mimicking the host.
Hanford couldn't have been happier. He had made someone else angry.
"Then let me start from the very beginning." He beckoned for the butler. "But first a touch of wine. It soothes the palate."
"No, thanks. Just get on with your story."
"Ahhhhh," the man sighed. "One shouldn't speak that way to one's host ... should one?"
"Horse shit!" Roger exploded as he slid out of his chair. "If you don't mind, we're leaving."
"I don't think so," the man said quietly.
A heavy pair of hands, pressing down on Roger's shoulders, confirmed his theory. It was Andrew who had appeared out of nowhere and the dull look on his face warned Roger not to resist. He returned to his seat.
The girls nervously shifted in their chairs.
"Please, ladies. There is absolutely nothing to be alarmed about. Andrew here, merely thought that Mr. Denham was about to attack me. and like any other loyal retainer, merely sought to prevent that from happening. Isn't that so, Andrew?"
"Uhhhhh?" the brute grunted.
Hanford disdainfully waved his hand and the oaf disappeared back to where he came from. The smugly smiling man was about to continue his talk when Roger cut him off with an upraised hand.
"Am I correct in assuming we are your 'guests' and can leave any time we wish?"
"When put that way," he smugly replied, "of course. But where would you go? I had your station wagon brought here to the house and the mechanic is still working on it. And I couldn't allow you to cross my land again as several of my guests and employees are out shooting."
"And you wouldn't want us to get hurt."
"In a word ... yes." He eyed Roger as a cat would a mouse. "But, if you wish, you could call for a cab. Except they would be risking their lives as cabs have a devilish way of looking like game. Tomorrow, I really would think, would be a much better time to leave." He smiled innocently at the group. "Wouldn't you say?"
Having no way of refusing, Roger quietly nodded his head in agreement.
"Good. Now, are there any questions?" It was quite obvious to all concerned by the glow in his demented eyes that he needed to have his monumental ego fed. Myrna, never the shrinking violet type, started off.
"Why the old-type outfits on the help?" He smiled as it must have been one of his favorite topics.
"My family line," he answered, "goes back several hundred years, most of which was spent in a mansion very similar to this one. It's located on the Thames just above Windsor and where I grew up. There's something about the late 1890's that excites me-the ambiance, the gentleness of the life, the unlimited privileges accorded the Landed Gentry. I don't know exactly what. But it's a period I am particularly partial to. Anything else?"
"If you like it so much," Dawn asked, "how come you didn't stay there?"
A fleeting cloud of black crossed his strained face.
"You may leave us," he told the servants. "And you, too!" he bellowed at the nearby bushes. Andrew, who had been hiding, 'ughed' his unhappiness and shuffled off after the departing help. They were alone.
"You were asking?" he said to Dawn.
"Why here instead of jolly old England and the family estate on the Thames?"
"If you are making fun of me, I'd rather you didn't. I don't appreciate that kind of humor." His face returned to normal. "I'm not there any longer because the house doesn't exist. It was burned down."
"How'd that happen?"
"I burned it down."
Five napkins fell to the table. The conversation, at least as far as they were concerned, was definitely over. How do you top an admitted arsonist? Hanford wasn't finished though. He was just warming up.
"Wouldn't you like to know why?" he asked with a wild, almost insane gleam in his eyes.
"Look, Mr. Gaylord ... what we would like to do is to leave ... Now, if it's at all possible."
The life went out of their host's face. He had been rejected.
Roger rose from the table and waited. Hanford, trying desperately to control the seething rage which boiled within him, forced a smile to his contorted face.
"Have I offended you?" he asked in a dull voice.
"No."
"Then," he asked with a wan smile on his face, "why so anxious to leave? Surely you can stay at least until dinner time. By then, I'm sure your vehicle will be repaired."
"Now, if you don't mind."
The man threw his lace napkin down and rose. The remainder of the table also stood up.
"If you insist. This way."
He turned and headed toward the main house. They followed after him with Roger holding onto Angel.
The 'garage' was actually a large Carriage House which still contained carriages. A begrimed man rose when Hanford made his appearance.
"Sir," he said politely and tipped his cap.
"The station wagon you brought in off the road this morning. Have you fixed it yet?"
There was a surprised look in the man's face.
"Fix it, sir? We did as you told us. Moved it behind the Carriage House." He wiped his hands clean. "Did you want me to work on it?"
"Is there anything wrong with it?" asked Roger.
"I don't know. Give me a little while and I'll check it out for you."
"There," Hanford said, "now you will have to stay for a little while, won't you?" His question was more of a fact than a question.
Roger didn't like it because the man made him uncomfortable. He had the expression of a cat which was about to start his little game.
"Come on, girls. We might as well rest up before we leave." He looked over at the mechanic who was already picking up his tool kit. "Will you honk the horn when the wagon is ready? We're right upstairs."
"Okay."
"If you'll excuse us?"
Hanford nodded his head regally. "Certainly."
They returned to their rooms. Once there, Roger took over.
"Look, I'm going to find a telephone and call the camp and see if they'll send another car ... just in case."
The nervous tension was building up in the room.
"Do you think he'll do anything to us? I mean like what happened to that girl in his room?" asked a very nervous Dawn.
"I don't believe so," answered Nobu quietly. "I would say she was there because she wanted to be there."
"Yeah, but that guy's spooky. Roger," Myrna whined, "can't we just take off? Forget about the car and everything?"
"You heard what he said about the hunters," Angel chimed in. "They're liable to take a shot at us and what then?"
The end results were that they all looked to Roger for comfort and solace.
"Ladies, if you please," he said, hoping to lighten the mood a bit, "I think our imaginations are getting away from us. So far, he hasn't done one thing to hurt us or to even stop us. Weird he is, but dangerous ... I don't think so." He fervently hoped that the fear he felt inside of himself didn't make itself obvious in his little pep talk.
"Now, Angel, why don't you and Myrna take my room and relax for a while. And I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Can't I come with you?" asked Myrna very concerned.
He patted her on the cheek. "No, honey. Stay with Angel. She'll take care of you. Be back in a minute," and on that note, was gone.
The girls looked at each other and with a shrug of their shoulders, accepted their lot. Angel took Myrna under her wing and led her back to Roger's room. Nobu and Dawn looked at each other.
"Maybe we should take a nap or something. What do you say?" Dawn asked.
"Yes," Nobu answered quietly, "a very good idea."
Leaving the girls, Roger quietly made his way down the stairs. Reaching the main hall and not seeing anyone around, he entered the paneled library and headed for the telephone. Picking it up, he discovered the telephone was dead. Pure silence was coming from it. Savagely slamming the instrument down, he left the room and figuring 'what the hell' went through the restricted double doors.
Passing through the brightly lit corridor, he noticed off to his right, a cell-like door. Curious, he unbolted the heavy door and opened it. A dark flight of stairs appeared. Peeking over the wooden railing and not seeing anyone or anything, he closed the door behind him and softly made his way down the long flight. The stairs ended at another door. This one, too, was similar to a jail-type door. Swinging the door open, Roger was surprised to discover a long silent corridor punctuated by a series of slender doors, all with peep holes in them. Intrigued beyond wisdom, he started down the hallway. A soft moan pulled him to one of the doors. Edging his way along the damp wall, he reached the door and carefully leaning over, peeked into the room. It was a bare square, lit by one naked light bulb. There was a sink, a wooden chair and a small metal cot. And on the cot was a naked, young girl not more than twelve years old. The shock of seeing such a young innocent lying in the room, he threw his good sense to the winds. And when a low wheezing figure sidled up behind him, he never heard a sound. A feeling, an instinct told him before his ears did. Automatically reacting, he fell back against the far wall and kicked out. Luckily for him, the figure was as dull-witted as he had been for a moment and the kick caught him right in the belly.
Roger, knowing he was in trouble, lashed out again and this time caught the slumping figure straight in the jaw. In a moment, it was all over. Staring at the bleeding, moaning figure, Roger discovered it was Andrew. Not knowing what else to do, he tore the man's shirt off his back and stuffed a portion of it in his mouth. Then with his belt, he strapped his hands behind his back and dragged him off down the hall. Finding a storage closet, he shoved him inside and closed the door behind him. He knew that from here on in, he'd have to move pretty fast. First thing, though, was to find out what the girl was doing in the cell and how many more of them there were. Throwing the door open, he dashed into the cell. The young girl, startled by his sudden appearance, started to scream. Roger put his hand over the child's mouth.
"Don't," he whispered urgently. "I just want to help you."
"Who are you?" the little girl asked, fear written all over her young face.
"Who are you?"
"I work here. This is my room when I'm bad."
"Bad?"
"She disobeyed me," said a voice from behind him. It was Hanford.
* * *
While Roger was exploring the house, Nobu and Dawn stripped for bed. They casually eyed each other as the various pieces of their wardrobe left their luscious, young bodies. The atmosphere in the room promised things other than rest and by the glint in Nobu's eyes, she was going to be the first to make the move.
Sitting back on the bed and pretending to examine her long fingernails, she stole occasional glances at Dawn who was making quite a show of getting undressed. First, her hair had to be combed out, then her blouse had to be played with and when she was finally down to her bra and panties, she stopped.
"Would you mind," she asked helplessly, "unhitching my bra? I guess I must have hurt my elbow in the accident."
"Sure," Nobu oozed as she quickly moved across the room to the waiting girl. Coming up behind her, she rested her full, ripe lips softly against the sweet slope of Dawn's shoulders and fumbled with the metal clasps. As each clasp sprang free, her lips 'accidentally' brushed against her skin. Tiny goose bumps began rising as the heat of Nobu's soft breath ignited the lustful passions in Dawn. Finally unlocked, the straps flew apart. Nobu, not wanting to miss the end results of her labors, quickly moved around to the front of the girl. The dash was well worth the effort.
Dawn, glowing with the heat of her lust, beamed as her twin peaks burst into full bloom. They quivered against her heaving chest like two large, overturned bowls of jelly. Nobu, not being so blessed, sighed with envious desire. The thrilling sight of Dawn's bursting glands was all that she had imagined they would be. Drifting closer, soon she was only a cunt's hair from the blossoming blooms. They literally danced under her feverish gaze. The sweet, soft pinkness of their skin seemed to be inviting her lips to caress their soft, pliant surface. Answering the call, the sloe-eyed girl, with a sigh, slowly bent her head in homage. The sexual stimulation of the bountiful breasts drew her closer and closer until her quivering lips were upon them. The contact of her hungry, moist lips against the soft, pink surface of the heaving tits sent joyous messages through her stimulated body. Opening her hissing mouth wide, she cupped the beautiful mountains and gingerly slipped one of them into her gaping maw. The thrill of the soft flesh teasing the edges of her glistening, white teeth sent showers of sparkling electricity raging through her. She was complete as a person when Dawn, aroused to the point of screaming, rammed the full roundness of her boiling mammary into her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, baby," Dawn sighed blissfully, "suck my tit."
"Yessssss," answered an elated Nobu.
Coiling her long, slender appendage around the pink, bursting tip of Dawn's breast, she let it dance all over its sensitive tip.
The wild sensations of her nubbin being tongued sent tears of ecstasy to Dawn's grimacing face. A wild shivering tormented the fullness of her supple frame when Nobu dropped her head down to the Garden of her Eden. There, while never for a moment releasing the hold on her pendulous breasts, the Oriental girl started feasting on the soft, silken curls of her pubic triangle. From where Dawn was standing, it looked as if the girl had mistaken her cunt-hairs for pasta.
Nobu, incensed beyond recall, was glorying in the soft, tickling strands of hair which teased her senses. The feel of their curling softness against her flushed face was more than she could have ever hoped for. Her tongue darted out and started stabbing its way through the glistening forest. Thrills, glorious sensations and fiery excitement surged through her when her flickering appendage began tasting the acrid sweetness of Dawn's love juices. A sigh, worthy of a God, flew through the forest and up Dawn's body. Nobu had struck oil and planned to keep drilling until the hole went dry-which was fine with Dawn.
Not to deprive herself of the full pleasures of Nobu's loving mouth, she wrapped her trembling leg around her neck and pulled. The viselike grip buried Nobu's happy face and tongue deep into the valley of her happiness.
Dawn, with her eyes closed and her lips quivering from the bounty which Nobu's licking, sucking mouth was bequeathing to her, whimpered with the passionate happiness which was flooding her body. Her moans grew in intensity and volume as she felt Nobu's hot searing orifice grow more intense in its loving. Her cunt, which was quivering with erotic excitement, began wildly convulsing from the tonguing its hot, fleshy walls were receiving. It was, to Dawn, the ultimate in cunt-licking.
The door separating the two bedrooms flew open and in ran Angel with Myrna not far behind. The girls came to a crashing halt when they realized the cause of the moans and groans which they had been hearing. Myrna turned her face away in embarrassment, but not Angel. A glow born in the hairy seat of her passions quickly spread to her entire, shapely aroused body. Her tongue anxiously traversed the slippery, shining surface of her quivering lips as she watched Nobu bury her steaming face deeper and deeper between Dawn's trembling legs.
"Can anybody join in?" she asked excitedly.
Hearing Angel's voice and question, Dawn let out a cry of happiness and twisting her body around, grabbed the excited girl and pulled her into her arms. The two girls blended into one and started hugging and kissing like long lost lovers.
Angel, straddling Nobu's bobbing head, sucked in Dawn's fleshy lips and began furiously chewing on them. To her, they were a cock which needed love.
Dawn, what with having both her cunt eaten and her lips sucked at the same time, was in an absolute frenzy. She didn't know what to do next. Seeing Myrna stealing looks out of the corner of her eye, she eased the entire writhing threesome over toward her. Reaching out like a drowning woman, she latched onto her heaving breasts and trapping her extended nipple between her grasping fingers, pulled. Myrna let out a cry of pain but did nothing to stop her. Soon, she was drawn into the sexual web and giving full vent to her desires, began licking and sucking the two vertical women while pumping her hot juicy cunt against Nobu's arm.
They were a statue of pure wanton lust come to life. Nobu, oblivious to all save Dawn's sweet meat, was frantically sucking and licking away while around and above her, the three young girls were desperately trying to eat, suck and fuck each other.
As with all good things, this, too, had to come to an end or at least to a change in loving pattern. The latter was chosen as the foursome and flopped down on the bed. Nobu, not to be denied, followed Dawn's moist cunt like a bird dog after its prey. Once on the bed, she realized they had company. There was a momentary pause as the quartet of naked, raw passion tried to figure out how to feed their rampant desires now.
Angel, ever the innovator, had an idea.
"How many of you own electric toothbrushes?" she gasped as she was still trying to catch her breath.
Dawn and Myrna weakly held up their hands.
"Well, go get them," she hissed urgently. She then got off the bed and ran into her bedroom. In a second, the excited girl was back with her string of pearls. Nobu, the second she saw them, ran over to Angel and tried to pull them away from her.
"Please," she begged. "Put them in my cunt while I eat you. You must," she insisted frantically. "I will tongue-fuck you better than those things any day."
"I believe it," Angel answered, having seen what she had done to Dawn who was still limping around from the fantastic cunt-licking she had received.
Soon the girls were all lined up by the foot of the bed, Myrna and Dawn with their electric toothbrushes and Angel with her swaying beads and Nobu with her flickering, fleshy tongue.
"All right," Angel said, "Dawn, lay on the bed and spread your legs as widely as you can. Then, Myrna, you lie the other way and spread your legs. Then, when I say so, shove the brushes up each other's assholes while I eat your pussies. Nobu, then I'll shove the pearls up your snatch and you eat me."
The heavy breathing of the foursome clouded the air. Dawn and Myrna, under Angel's prodding, rolled over on their sides slightly while she pressed the hairy brushes against their rear ends. Finding they wouldn't go in, she pulled them back.
"Nobu," she said urgently, "you take Dawn's ass while I eat Myrna's."
No sooner said than done. They buried their young, excited faces between Dawn's and Myrna's glistening cheeks.
The girls, aroused to the point of screaming for mercy, had to do something with their drooling, dribbling tongues. Easing their inflamed bodies around, they soon were hugging and kissing each other. That lasted for a few seconds and then the sight of their quivering mammaries sent a flash through them and they tried to suck the tits right off their bodies.
It was a glorious sight. Angel, her face buried deep between Myrna's gleaming white asscheeks, was humping and pumping her own pelvis as if an invisible being was fucking her at the same, time she was eating the girl's ass. Nobu, a mass of quivering jelly, was in her absolute glory as her tongue probed deeper and deeper into Dawn's grinding asshole.
Myrna and Dawn, a blithering mass of womanhood devoured, sighed and whimpered with passionate ecstasy as they filled their mouths with each other's bursting love sacs. The ultimate came when they felt the burning, searing tongues of their girlfriends violate the virgin channels of their anal passages.
Properly loosened up, Angel and Nobu withdrew and fetched the quivering, vibrating brushes. Without a word, they rammed the scraping bristles past their tender tissues and turned the machines on. Both girls bounced off the bed as they felt the searing, surging power of the violently vibrating brushes lacerate the tender walls of their asses. In a few seconds, the pain eased up and they were completely enveloped in a cloak of mind-bending passion. Hanging onto each other, they french kissed while their asses responded to the erotic messages of the painfully scraping brushes.
Angel and Nobu, aroused to the point of becoming animals, then fell atop each other. Nobu grabbed at the shiny beads and spreading her trembling quivering legs far apart, shoved them into the gleaming, fleshy, pink cavity of her womanhood. Angel, grimacing from the thrills which she knew the girl was enjoying, sucked one of the fleshy walls of Nobu's cunt-lips into her mouth and manipulating her lips, managed to lick the walls at the same time she tugged on the beaded string. The double jolt sent Nobu flying up off the bed. She was a leaf caught in a violent storm. Wanting something to suck, but unable to reach either Angel or the girls, she sucked on her violently turbulent fingers and pretended they were Roger's.
Angel, blowing her own mind from the fantastic orgy she helped create, now sighed for the ultimate-a mass climax.
"Fuck me!" she screamed to the ceiling. "Fuck and suck my beautiful, hot cunt! I want to cummm!" She prodded the other writhing figures. "Come on," she insisted heatedly, "talk dirty so we can all cum together!"
The bed turned into a writhing sea of flashing cunts, lips, tits and kicking, churning legs as the girls, in a desperate frenzy, tried to climax together.
Nobu, in a wild rage from the combination of the beads in her boiling cunt and Angel sucking on her pussy-lips while finger-fucking her tight asshole, finally was able to swing around. She began eating the torrid bushes of Dawn and Myrna. Now everybody was complete.
The room soon filled with "Fuck me's, suck me's ... eat my sweet little pussy ... ram your finger up my asshole until it comes out of my mouth," and anything else the insanely aroused girls could think of.
A startled look came into Angel's glazed eyes.
"Sonofa-fucking bitch!" she blurted out. "I'm going to cum!"
Her fingering and licking took on a greater urgency as she wanted to have an orgasm along with her.
Nobu, thinking harder and harder about the myriad of thrills which were dancing through her body, tensed every muscle until she felt an endless river of vibrations rage across her turbulent body.
Myrna and Dawn, still caught up in their erotic web, were close behind.
Angel suddenly shot up off the bed as her back arched up into an almost perfect letter 'C'. Tears of fulfillment poured down her trembling face as she clawed the air around her. Her delicious body began shuddering and then with a wail which could be heard by the dead, she flopped back down on the bed and insanely began pumping her ass while ramming her fingers as deeply into her exploding cunt as she could. Nobu, seeing the frenzy her lover was in, felt her own passions erupt inside of her and in a second, she joined the frantically pumping Angel.
Myrna and Dawn, not to be left out, squeezed and screamed and fucked and licked until finally they felt their lustful desires liquefying. With a convulsive sigh, they both came at the same time.
While Nobu and Angel thrashed wildly about the bed, the other two teenagers locked their arms around each other and stabbed their tongues into each other's mouth.
The fire and fury of their orgasms continued unabated for a good five minutes and then, as with the sea, they began calming down. Their bodies, weak from the feverish trails they had been put through, lay limply on the bed as if all the life had been wrung from them. Angel, still drawn and quartered from her own cyclonic orgasms, weakly pulled the beaded string out of the semi-conscious Nobu's damp cunt. As the beads slowly worked their way out of her bush, Nobu's body jerked as if it were still in the throes of a spastic fit. A few more jerks and Nobu, unable to stand being lifted higher to the heights of erotica, stopped her.
"Let it be," she pleaded. "I can't take anymore right now."
Angel smiled in understanding and then, struggling to life, crawled over to Nobu until her face was flush with her exhausted box. She kissed the flecked sides of the girl's thighs and with a low moan, rested her face against the warm moisture of her flattened pubic forest.
The sun, which had been driven out of the room by the fury of their loving, now tentatively made its way back in. Its slender tendrils danced about the exhausted bodies of the girls and once assured that there was little hope of a resurgence of their passions, deigned to remain. Which was quite all right with the girls for they preferred the sun as a blanket.
* * *
Roger, shocked by the unexpected appearance of Han ford, gaped dumbly at the smug man. Closing the door behind him, he joined Roger and the little girl in the tiny room.
CHAPTER NINE
"You've been a busy little bee since you've been here, haven't you?" he asked Roger sarcastically.
Looking at the bruised, naked body of the young girl, he glared at Hanford.
"You haven't done so badly yourself. Is this how you spend dull afternoons? Beating up on little defenseless kids?"
"My, my," Hanford oozed. "How self-righteous we are today."
Roger lunged for the ugly man, but was stopped by a sharp, short jab to the stomach, quickly followed by an educated knee to the groin. He crumbled to the floor.
"Partial payment for what you did to Andrew."
The multi-colored butterflies which were dancing in front of his pain-wracked eyes soon fluttered away. Able to breathe again, he got to his feet. Warily, he eyed his adversary.
"I really don't know what you're so excited about. She has nothing to do with you," he said blandly.
"Bastard!" Roger spat out at the grinning, smug veneer of the man. "Why don't you try it on someone your own size?"
"I just did," he reminded Roger and to prove his point, poked him in the ribs. Roger grimaced from the sharp stab. Obviously, Hanford did more with his time than just abuse young girls.
"If it will make you happier," he cooed, "she happens to be my legally adopted daughter. Her mother worked for my family as a housekeeper and when I immigrated to America, naturally she came along. And when she died several years ago, I adopted her daughter-as simple as that." He nudged the smiling tot. "I might also add, she thrives on being punished. Don't you, little one?"
"Yes, sir," she answered sweetly and innocently.
The evil which abounded about him made Roger sick to his stomach. All he could think about was to get out of there as fast as possible. He moved toward the door.
"I think it would be better for all concerned if we left ... now."
"Your station wagon."
"With or without, I'd like to leave." He eyed the sinister facade which presented itself to him. "With your permission, of course."
The man leered and opened the door.
"Not mine, my friend. His ... "
Pushing the door wide open was Andrew's hairy hand. An angry grunt followed by a lunging shove told Roger he was in big trouble. Hanford, amused by the rage on one side and the fear on the other, stepped between the two men.
"Andrew," he commanded sternly, "step back!"
Reluctantly, the brute obeyed.
"Well," he beamed, "what do you suggest we do with Andrew?" A feigned sadness came over his face. "I don't think he wants you to leave just yet. Something about an eye for an eye?" His eyes glowed with the full force of his sadism.
Roger, wise enough to know discretion was the better part of valor, pondered his problem. The little girl, sitting up on the bed, watched with great interest and the more she watched, the more excited she got. Pain, even anticipated pain, did odd things to her. It was better than three cocks in her body at the same time. An idea burned brightly in her distended brain. Pulling on Hanford's coat-tails, she caught his eye. Eagerly pointing to Roger, the man quickly got the idea.
"Peace in the valley, I believe, is well at hand," he announced grandly. "You did Andrew a great injustice and he deserves some form of compensation for the pain and suffering ... "
"Cut the shit," Roger interrupted, "and get on with it."
Hanford didn't like the idea of someone stealing his thunder. He nodded his head and in a flash, Andrew was all over Roger. It was considerably one-sided considering the suddenness of the attack and the incredible strength of the man. In a few moments, Andrew had him pinned to the floor. A sharp, angry kick to the side brought his head around. He looked up at Hanford.
His announcement was short and sweet.
"I'm giving one of the girls to Andrew."
The brute, overjoyed by his unexpected award, drooled happily all over Roger.
"Can I have all of them?" he asked eagerly.
"One!" the man stated. "Keep him there until I get back," he ordered and left the room.
The sun burned the moisture from his eyes as he exited the towering building. Crossing the lawn, he made his way around to the back of the house. Reaching the carriage house, he gratefully entered its cool confines. The incessant hammering of metal against metal drew him to one corner of the large building. It was the mechanic and he was working on the station wagon.
"How long before it's able to run?" he asked without any preliminaries.
"About an hour," the man answered, "or sooner, if you like."
"Have it around the front, ready to go as soon as you're finished."
The man tipped his hat. "Yes, sir."
Hanford then made his way back to the main house where he would have the supreme pleasure of picking out Andrew's unfortunate love mate. The image of watching Andrew tearing his raging cock in and out of an unfortunate girl's tight cunt while Roger watched on helplessly brought forth a fiendish giggle. Shivers of delight coursed through his slender frame.
Reaching their room, he politely rapped and then, without waiting for an answer, opened the door and entered.
The girls, still naked and recovering from their erotic adventure, sat up in surprise. All of them, except for Angel, frantically tried to cover up their charms. She, more angry than modest, confronted the intruder.
"If you don't mind," she said coldly, "the door's behind you."
He ignored her and blithely went about the room enjoying whatever peeks he could get of their exposed bodies. It was quite obvious by the condition they were in that they had been doing more than napping. Angel blocked his way.
"I would appreciate it if you would leave. And now!" she insisted angrily.
"Young lady," he replied coolly, "this is my house and everything in it ... as long as it stays under my roof, is also mine. Now if you don't like it, get out."
A hard, flat-handed slap across his smirking face sent him reeling against the door. There was no more question in his mind as to whom was going to be the girl for Andrew. He brushed aside the sting and smiled at Angel.
"My humblest apologies," he smirked at the angry girl.
"Outside," was her answer.
"To be sure," he said, "but aren't you interested in what brought me up here in the first place?"
"No," she said emphatically, but was outvoted by a chorus of 'yeses.'
"Your guardian, Mister Denham, has hurt himself in my basement-but not seriously," he said quickly.
"Where is he?" Angel asked.
"I just told you," he replied in his best oilskin voice, "in my basement."
"Let's go," Myrna cried out and headed toward the door. Angel stopped her.
"What was he doing in the basement?" she asked suspiciously.
He was getting tired of the game. Turning toward the door, he said ... "Examining my wine cellar. Now, if you're interested, he's down there. And he specifically requested that you ... " he emphasized, pointing to Angel, "be the one to see him." He opened the door. "And since you're obviously not interested, what shall I tell him?"
She didn't believe a word he was saying, but knowing that there was always the outside chance he was telling the truth, brushed aside his hand and exited the room. The other girls tried to follow.
"Sorry, ladies," he said quickly, "but it's a small wine cellar."
He shut the door and left them with looks of consternation.
* * *
"What happened to Roger?" Angel asked as they headed down the stairs.
"I really don't know. He must have slipped and bumped his head."
They reached the main floor. He guided her through the double doors and down to the basement. Hanging back, the moment they arrived at the room where Roger and the others were, he opened the door and shoved. She flew through the opened portal right into Andrew's arms. A scream of shock and fear roared from her mouth. It only served to increase the ugly pressure around her body. Hanford entered the room and locked the door. Positioning himself where all eyes were forced to be on him, he spoke.
"Angel, a very special present-a healthy Roger and a very aroused Andrew, to whom I have presented you!"
Horror, pure unadulterated horror, wrote itself across her contorted features. Her lips moved, but no words left her choked throat. She was a writhing, struggling, squirming, young woman who was about to be fed to the sharks. Andrew babbled his happiness at having such a lovely piece of ass, all his for the taking. He spun her around and tried to kiss her. With a shriek of agony, she bit right through his bottom lip. The man let loose of her and with an insane, raging scream, smashed his fist into her face. She flopped to the ground, unconscious.
"You fool," Hanford screamed, enraged that his fun had been cut so short. "You damned, stupid idiot!" he continued to rage. His violence was such that before he realized what he was doing, he lashed out and struck Andrew. The dumb brute stared at his master which only infuriated him even more. Losing all control of his senses, he began beating Andrew as if he were one of his young distaff servants. The brute bore the brunt of his onslaught and then when his mechanical mind told him he had had enough, he struck back. In two short, sharp jabs, he turned the enraged man into a bowl of quivering jelly. Excited by the man's apparent fear, Andrew continued lashing out at his cringing master. Roger, seeing this was the time to make his move, grabbed the young, naked girl and taking Angel in tow, dragged the pair of them out of the room. Having little or no compassion for Hanford, he locked the door and with the little girl's help, got Angel up the stairs.
The kitchen was quiet except for the steady trickling of tap water. Roger stuck Angel's head under the tap in an effort to revive her. The cold water did its work and soon she was back on her feet.
"Get upstairs and tell the girls we're leaving, right now." He slapped her on the ass. "And don't stop for anything!"
"Are you kidding?" she called back over her shoulder as she left the large room.
"How about me?" the naked girl asked. "Can I come along with you?"
"I don't know. He's your father."
She rubbed her slender, young frame against his thigh. "Please! You can drop me off at the nearest bus stop. I have money! Honest!"
"I can't do that. But, if you want, I can take you to our camp and then you can do what you like."
A broad grin lit her sweet face. "Great! I'll get my stuff and meet you out front!"
"Okay. And if you see the girls, tell them I went to get the wagon. And not to worry."
One minute, there was life in the kitchen and then there was none.
Roger ran out of the building. Fortunately, the mechanic had finished his job and was just about to bring the vehicle around to the front. A smile, a friendly "Hello," and the man turned his back to the whole affair.
The girls were in front by the time he got there and in a very few minutes, the wagon was packed and ready to go. Roger started up the vehicle and headed down the driveway.
"What about the 'hunters?'" Myrna asked, concerned.
"Oh, don't worry about that," sang out their latest addition, "he's too chicken to let anyone handle a gun around here. They may turn it on him."
Angel looked back at the girl.
"My name is Angel."
"Arlene," the girl returned.
A fast round of introductions and everyone knew everybody.
"Roger," a soft sexy voice cooed, "one thing ... otherwise I get out and walk." The girls, as if reading Angel's mind, chorused their similar feelings.
"I know," he shouted above the din, "no matter what, stay on the designated highway ... right?" he asked with a big shit-eating grin on his face.
"Right!" they yelled back.
Arlene hugged herself with unabated happiness as she watched the seat of her erotic agony quickly receding in the distance. She was also pleased because the girls had quickly made her a part of their happy group. All in all, a beautiful day for the young girl.
CHAPTER TEN
The remainder of their journey was uneventful. All their excess energy had been more than expended during their multiple fuck session in the bedroom. And Arlene, still recovering from her latest set-to with Hanford, was just happy to be allowed to sit in peace without having to perform. Roger, needless to say, wasn't just about to repeat his mistake of the previous day.
Several hours later, they began climbing into the foothills of the mountains which housed their camp and then ... the camp itself. A huge sigh of relief welled up in the wagon as the girls and Roger were truly happy to see the sprawling buildings loom up in front of them. Since it was rather late in the day, he opted to drive them directly to their dormitory.
"Girls," he said to the group, "why don't you find a bed for Arlene while I check in? Then I'll come back later, after you've had a chance to clean up. Okay?"
"Fine with us," Myrna answered.
Pulling up in front of the deserted building, he unloaded their luggage and helped them carry it to their assigned rooms. During his second trip with the baggage, Nobu stopped him.
"Will I see you again?" she asked softly with a touch of concern in her voice.
"As many times as you like," he answered warmly. Kissing her tenderly on the lips, he patted the soft roundness of her sloping ass, "and soon, I promise."
She oozed her delight and returned his affection. It was only a polite cough in the background which prevented them from screwing right then and there. Turning around, he saw it was the ever-present, ever-smiling Angel. Taking Angel by the arm, he led her down the hall to her room.
Once inside, he took the girl in his arms and with his bulging crotch trapped between her slightly parted thighs, stabbed his tongue into her mouth. Soon, their appendages were locked in loving battle.
Angel, the river flow of her passions washing up against the fleshy walls of her churning vagina, sighed in eager anticipation. Her hands dropped down between their bodies and hungrily fondled the clothed swelling of his cock.
With blood boiling and passions soaring, Angel tried to steer him toward the bed. Instead, he went the other way toward the door. She pulled back in shocked surprise.
"What the hell ... " she muttered.
"Next time," he told her, "don't interrupt. Now you know what I feel like." And on that note, he wisely ran out of the room. Angel, with her passions unleashed, stood there cursing him as if he were the Angel of Death.
Unable to endure the violent throbbing in her hot cunt, she grabbed the string of beads out of her bag and rammed them up her cunt. The searing sensations of the beads rudely brushing aside the fleshy cunt-walls brought tears to her eyes. Flopping down on the bed and spreading her shapely legs as widely as humanly possible, she desperately rubbed the tiny prickhead of her clit button. The feeling of her hands massaging her love knob went a long way toward relieving the built-up agonies of her sexual desires.
The initial pressure relieved, she lay back and now, with deliberate strokes, loved every part of her glistening, fleshy cunt. The thrills raced through her body as her pelvis, operating on its own, bucked and heaved.
Angel, her spirits ascending to the ultimate heights, announced it was time to add the dessert to the love feast. Without stopping the finger-massage of her juicy pussy, she started drawing on the beaded string. Each bead, as it poked its shiny head between the puffy hairy cunt-lips, sent a violent electrical shock through her body. Wanting to blow her mind completely, she let go of the string and concentrated on bringing herself to the edge of a gigantic eruption. The heat built up in her gyrating twat until soon she was red hot. Then she let go of her swollen cunt and grabbing the string, yanked it out. The sensation of the river of beads, raging out of her tight convulsing cunt, sent her right to the edge of darkness.
Rockets exploded in her ears while vast, sparkling, electrical flashes, in every color of the rainbow, lit up before her tightly-clenched eyes. She felt herself being lifted to the most fantastic heights as the river of passion within her poured through her volcanic love cavity like a torrent of lava. She flipped and flopped and tossed and churned all over the bed. Her body was in the midst of a gigantic, erotic eruption. Finding still more need for fulfillment, she lifted her quivering legs and without hesitation, rammed her thin fingers up her grinding asshole. Cries of passionate ecstasy flew hotly from her trembling lips as her fingers danced about the darkness of her anal channel. She was in a mad frenzy-one that only unabated fucking could relieve. While still fucking her tight, puckering asshole, she took her other fingers and drowned them in the flooded heart of her vagina. Impaled on both ends by her fingers, she humped and pumped as she desperately sought to outmatch the series of orgasms she had just experienced. She was a girl caught up in the throes of a violent, churning sex storm.
A deep, shuddering tremor took over her pumping, heaving body. The finger-fucking was accomplishing its purpose. She whimpered with joy as she felt the forces of her lust gathering for one colossal explosion. Impelled on by the violent tremors, she frantically increased her finger-fucking until both her hands looked like the drive-shafts on a runaway locomotive.
Then it started happening. Completely taken over by the painful gathering of her liquid love juices, she flopped over on her back and began moaning to the ceiling.
"Ahhhhhhh," she sighed pitifully as the thick cream lashed against the inner sanctum of her being.
A violent shivering overcame her glistening body and then with a cry that could peel the paint off the wall, she came like she had never come before. No matter what she did, the force of her explosion tore at her very being. She was a slave to the forces which she had created with her finger-fucking. The bed, rocking wildly on its four legs, became the master of her body. She jerked and erupted and the bed bounced her up and down, triggering another whole series of climaxes. She cried and wailed and moaned and groaned and then with a heaving sigh, she fell over on her side. The passions within her had vented their cream and now it was time to rest before the next onslaught.
By the sight of the drawn and spent girl, one would believe that it would be a long time before that happened again, but, by the feel of her trembling fingers, each one searching for an orifice of its own, it predicted that the only thing that would stop her from screwing was death. And by the nature of the girl's overwhelming sexual desires, she'd try to overcome that, too.
* * *
Roger, aroused by Nobu and really stimulated by Angel after dashing out of her room, wanted to head right back to Nobu. Instead, he bumped into Arlene who was leaning against the wall, sucking on a large lollipop. The image of his cock replacing the all-day sucker in the twelve-year-old girl's mouth erased all thoughts of Nobu.
"Hi," he said cheerfully. "Your room okay?"
She eyed him sexually. "Yeah," she sighed dramatically, "except I'm lonely. There's no one in the room with me."
He patted her sympathetically on the shoulder.
"That can be taken care of soon enough. I'll arrange for a roommate when I go down to the office. Anything else?" he asked hopefully.
She took a long, languid draw on the lollipop. Roger almost fell to his knees in agony from the image of her mouth doing that to his boiling, bursting cock.
"Yes," she answered quietly, eyeing his ballooning pants. "But I can't tell you. I have to show you. Want to see?" she asked, innocent as could be.
Taking a deep breath in an effort to act reasonably calm, he nodded his head. She pushed herself away from the wall and never once missing an opportunity to brush against his aroused body, showed him the way.
Once in the room, all pretenses were dropped. She wanted him and he wanted her. Lying down on the bed, she spread her legs invitingly and waited for him. Roger had other ideas.
Taking the lollipop from her, he sat down on the end of the bed and studied her with wry amusement. Arlene was like a little imp who had come in from the sun. She literally glowed with the life which still had many years before it. Eyeing him with the wisdom of the ages, she coyly slid out of her clothes. Lying there, naked as the day she was born, she slowly squirmed around the small bed. Each move, calculated and erotic, brought Roger closer and closer to losing his cool. She had the upper hand and he wanted to swing the odds around to his advantage. Taking one of her tiny feet in his hands, he locked on the lollipop and then rubbed the glistening, sticky surface across the flat of her toes. She oozed and sighed as the sticky, sugary candy left its shiny trail. Roger bent his head down and with great care, sucked in the sugared limb. Wrapping his tongue around her wriggling toe, he slowly sucked on it as if it were a cock. His licking and sucking were terribly affecting the girl. The thrills of his toe-sucking were blowing her mind. Taking the lollipop once again in his hand, while still sucking on her delicious toes, he rubbed the flat surface of the candy against the trembling sides of her shivering thighs. She squirmed as the sticky candy tickled her. Giving up the sweetness of her curled toes, he trailed his thick lathering tongue up the sides and curves of her trembling, kicking legs.
Arlene, grasping the sides of the bed for support, clenched her teeth as Roger's tongue drove her into a frenzy.
Roger, enjoying the sweet, exciting taste of the twelve-year-old's body, moaned with delicious satisfaction. His organ, still sheathed in his pants, throbbed with blood-swollen pain. Shifting his position, he pressed his rock-hard cock against her thighs while licking the flats of her feet.
Arlene, wanting to become a part of his love feast, jerked the arousing lollipop out of his hands and unsheathing his bursting tube, covered its surface with the pop's sugary substance. Then, while he continued licking and loving her limbs, she shoved the flat side of his heavily-veined cock up against her frothing lips and licked.
His body jerked wildly as the fires within her expertly manipulated tongue drove him to distraction. In the end, her tongue won out. Giving up the sweet ambrosia of her body, he fell back against the cool sheets and blankly stared up at the ceiling while she dined on his throbbing organ.
Arlene, knowing she was in full control, now relaxed and tasted the soft pinkness of his thrusting member in her own good time. The slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue against the steaming flesh of his monolith created a delirium of lustful passion within his seething loins. Not wanting to be eaten alive by the devouring mouth of the girl, he quickly flipped her over on her back and with a cry of lust, buried her hot, moist box in his mouth. She, not wanting to be left with an empty mouth, locked onto his jutting appendage and shoved it back into her mouth.
They knelt and lay there, each one trying to outdo the other in the cunt-licking, cocksucking department and not one giving up an exciting, delicious inch of the other's arousing, thrilling organ.
The passions which had been roused by their wanton lusting, boiled to full life and then with a surging, thrusting force, burst wide apart.
The pair, still feasting on their respective cunt and cock, were thrown back onto the bed.
Roger, now a complete wild man, burst forth with an animal growl and taking his spewing; spurting cock in his hand, shoved its flowing head into her blubbering mouth. The girl, intoxicated by the gushing flow of his cum, sucked on the tube as if it were a straw. Roger's head flew back and he gritted his teeth as he felt the curly roots of his cock being pulled loose by her suctioning mouth.
He saw, he was conquered and now he came. The battle was over and to the victor went the spoils-in this case, Roger's cum into Arlene's greedy sucking mouth. After it was all over and they both had recovered enough to breathe normally again, they licked off every delicious fleck of their cum.
"That's quite a lollipop," he gasped to the grinning girl.
She fondled his limp dick, "Yours isn't so bad either," she commented back.
They embraced and affectionately kissed each other.
"Roger," she asked thoughtfully, "I guess this isn't really the best time-but do you think I'll be able to stay here for the rest of the summer?"
Not wanting to discuss business with a limp, wet dick, he eased his body off the bed and sat down in the nearby chair.
"That's pretty hard to say." He pondered for a moment. She helped by climbing off the bed and snuggling up in his welcoming arms. The feel of her soft, cuddly body pressed against his while her hands played with his rapidly-rising cock, decided for him. Kissing the soon to be tits on her slight chest, he looked up and said ... "I'll call Hanford and I'm sure we can work something out. Especially since we know enough to cause him a bit of trouble."
She slipped off his lap and nestled her face against the stiffness of his jetting cock and her tongue playfully teased the pink head.
"Aw, come on," he moaned playfully, "I'm not made out of steel, you know."
She licked the full length of his rising shaft. "You've got to be kidding!" She smiled up at him.
Fondly embracing its girth with his hands, he smiled in agreement.
The door flew open at this moment and his granddaughter came bursting into the room.
"I knew it," she exclaimed. "When they told me you hadn't checked in, I guessed that you were off screwing somewhere!" She held her hand out. "Hi," she said to Arlene, who was still trying to figure out what was happening. "I'm Athena, Roger's loving granddaughter." And on that note, she pulled her dress up to reveal her beautiful sex garden and plopped herself dead on his soaring column. While Arlene watched in utter amazement, the pair started making mad, passionate love.
"It's good to have you back," she gasped as she slid her hot box up and down over his fucking, heaving cock.
"Yeah," he grunted, "real good!"
Arlene, not one to be left out, rammed her fingers up her seething cunt and matched the humping couple stroke for stroke.
"I think I'm going to like it here," she mused to herself.
