There are almost three billion people in this world, and there are almost three billion ideas of what constitutes proper morality. Some people are very strict, and have a narrow range of what pleasaures are necessary to life, and others live a life totally for pleasure, regardless of the consequences for themselves.
This is, perhaps, as it should be. After all, each one of us controls our own destiny, but where the picture runs into trouble is when some of us try to preach to others, to tell the world what everyone else should say and do.
If a man wants to live a celibate life, he is free to do so, but he has no right to order others to live that way. If a girl wants to sleep with every man she sees, that's okay too, so long as she doesn't ridicule her friends for not following her example.
There is entirely too much lecturing and preaching as to what constitutes a proper way of life. Just as some people are meat eaters, and some others vegetarians, so people have a right to order their sex lives as they see fit.
In many societies, such as this one, sexual relations with partners considerably younger or older than oneself is frowned upon, and sexual relations .with members of the same family or another's spouse is distasteful. And when they are occurring together, well, then the self-righteous, self-appointed guardians of morality have a field day.
THE PUBLISHERS
Chapter One
"I'm sorry, Glen," Sarah said. "I'm truly sorry. I try. But... I just can't."
"You're what's called a frigid woman, Sarah," Glen told her sadly.
"I am NOT!"
"Okay then, let's try to spot the moment of hang-up."
Wrapping his arm around her, he drew her tight against him on the car seat. For a moment his eyes shone, close to hers, and then she closed her own eyes for his kiss.
"Aha," he said, an inch from her mouth, and her lips trembled at the feel of his breath. Her eyes popped open and she jerked. He held her close. "There's number one, Sarah. Keep your eyes open this time!"
"While you kiss me? But I never have ... they just naturally CLOSE."
"That's number two," he said. "I'm not going to kiss you. We're going to kiss each other. Just don't sit there, now. Move your mouth, and put your arms around me too, and we'll kiss each other."
"Maybe you should just take me home," she said stiffly and a little sadly. "I don't think I'm the kind of girl you want."
"To see you is to want you," he assured her. "I probably should, yes, but I'd rather not. One thing I know: you do like being kissed. So ... kiss back." And his head came down again.
She tried. She made the effort, and she kept her eyes open. It felt strange, but she did. And she resolved to kiss him back, watching his face approach. She even moved her head forward, to meet him. That made her feel quite proud. She was participating! She knew he'd like that.
But as soon as his lips touched hers, Sarah melted. She went limp. It was so lovely, being held and kissed, all warm and secure in his arms with his mouth on hers and the smell of his after-shave nice and male and his tongue tickling her lips. His hand tightened on her waist, feeling the softness beneath her clothing. His other hand tightened on her shoulder, drawing her closer. She felt her breasts nudging his jacket and being crumpled a little. That was nice, too. She liked the pressure on them. She liked... being held, and being kissed, and being secure ... darn it, she liked having things done to her! She was too passive to be the Mata Hari or whatever it .was he wanted!
He began moving his mouth on hers and jiggling her shoulder, reminding her. She quickly started moving her mouth under his. His breathing began to speed up. He held her more tightly, and his ringers twitched spastically, exerting pressure on her flesh. His hand began sliding upward from her waist, rising up under the bulge of her breast. She tensed a little. Her mouth stopped moving.
He broke the kiss. "Okay, there's something. You're scared to death to have me touch your breast."
"No I'm not!"
For a moment they sat there in silence, staring, and then she said, "Let's try again."
They tried again. His hand slid languidly over her blouse-fronts The feel of those rapidly-falling breasts, so warm and so excited and exciting, was a delight to his hand. His tongue penetrated her panting lips, flicking back and forth. She gasped, surging her brassiered and bloused treasures into his hand. He moved his fingers into the V of the blouse.
Again her lips clamped and her hand dropped from him, then rose to push. "No! I ... I just don't want you to." She wiggled, trying to escape his arms. He maintained his grip on her waist and shoulder. It was so nice, she thought helplessly, fighting the ambivalence of her own desires.
"Why? How do you know, Sarah? How many times have you ever had your breasts played with?"
"PLAYED with! That's just it! They are NOT toys."
Glen sighed. His hand had slipped down, but only a little. She was very aware of it, just below the surging breast it had sought and excited. "Fondled, then, damn it," he muttered. "Caressed. Loved."
She shivered. Just the thought made her warm. She did not want to face his eyes. "I have," she said. "I didn't like it."
"Good grief, why?"
"I ... it just isn't right. It ... it tempts you. It ... "
"Honey, you ever looked at yourself? You're a walking temptation! I get tempted just watching you. Thinking about you. It's tempting just being here in the car with you, Sarah. You're about the most tempting thing I've ever ... "
"I'm not a thing." She was grasping at straws, and she knew he knew it as well as she.
He sighed, looking down. She couldn't tell if he were staring at the way her breasts drew her blouse so tight in front, with little lines radiating back through her blouse, or if he were just ... looking down. "I didn't mean it that way, Sarah. I was not referring to you as a thing. I don't think of you as a thing. You're too far into this fem-lib business."
"Too far? Too far, when you keep showing me I'm just a sex-object to you? I think-maybe you're just a little too far into being a big mighty male, Glen Hockman."
"I'm tired of being treated as just another security object," he muttered. "You're not an object to me, Sarah, sexual or otherwise. You're not. But wanting to kiss you is natural. Wanting to hold you is natural. All of it. And you have those beautiful breasts, and I want to hold them too. It's just... natural."
"People have been getting into a lot of trouble for centuries, just doing what comes naturally," she interjected.
He went on as if he hadn't heard her. "It's the way males and females are. It's all part of biology, and the continuance of the race and all that. We have these natural attractions for each other, men and women do. That's a part of nature, so there'll be love and babies and people to ... "
"I am NOT interested in having any babies right now, thank you," she said, with ice dripping off every word. She pushed, hard, separating them and retreating against the car door.
His eyes dropped automatically to the tantalizing quiver of her full breasts, thrusting at the blouse as she thrust him away. That she wore a bra was obvious; even in the crisp white blouse, juicy tits like hers would have nipples that would nudge the fabric and show little lumps beneath it. He'd seen enough unbrassiered breasts to know that.
So how come he had to get so damned interested in a biblically-named girl who should have been young and so supremely nubile back in the nineteen-teens, rather than the 1970's? Christ, it wasn't as if he were trying to rape the little silly! All he wanted to do was ...
"Enjoying the view?"
He raised his eyes to her face. "Yes," he said. "I sure am. That Nature I was talking about really slipped up with you, Sarah."
"Well, I just ... " She broke off whatever cold speech she'd been about to make. "What? What do you mean?"
"I mean," he said, rearranging himself behind the wheel, "that you should have been fat, real hog-fat, or else skinny, really skinny. What a shame to waste a body like yours on a girl with a mind like yours."
"Glen!"
"Don't say it. I am taking you home. Dear Diary: out with Sarah again tonight. God, what a doll. I kissed her. She didn't kiss back. I touched a specific part of her blouse, and that was that. The back's all right." He started the car. "Both sides're all right," he went on, in his imaginary entry in an imaginary diary. "Even the top front's okay, and I'm sure I've touched the bottom front too, where she doesn't have enough stomach to talk about. But-"
"Oh for gosh sake, Glen!"
He pulled out carefully and swung the car half around the circle past all the other parked cars. In more than one of them, no heads showed at all.
That, after all, was what Lover's Look on top of
Lookout Hill in Cherokee Park was all about.
There were no children up here, and no parents, either!
"But," he went on as though he hadn't heard her, "there is one area of that blouse that is holy, sacred, and untouchable. It's the part in front right where she makes sure to make herself attractive by wearing a bra that shoves her straight out to stretch the material."
"Gle-enn!"
He eased the car around the little circle and started down the long winding road off the hill. He let it roll easily, in 2 rather than D for Drive, holding back.
"And to think, diary," he said, suddenly having another thought and deciding to be extra mean, "her skirt doesn't even bulge in front where she wears her iron chastity belt."
"GLEN - let me OUT OF THIS CAR!"
"Sure. I'll slow down to thirty."
"Let me OUT! I don't have to listen to your obscene nastiness!"
He flipped his eyes up to the rearview. Another car was coming down. Damn her! She'd probably flag a ride, too, with some other poor dumb bastard who'd take her home ... and wouldn't he get an unpleasant surprise! Glen almost chuckled at that thought. To Sarah, all males were to act as knights in shining armor. And keep that armor on! He was feeling better and better. What the hell? He'd blown it with this bitch, anyhow, for keeps. Why not have his fun? Just for a little he'd stop the car, paw hell out of her, and drive off laughing when she screeched and jumped out ... as she surely would.
"Right," he said. "Just let you out right here on the old hillside, huh? Only about ten miles across town to your apartment. You said Katie was out of town this weekend? Cool. You'd probably just about make it by the time your roommate gets back Monday!"
She sat far over against the other door, her arms folded angrily across her heaving bosom. Staring straight ahead. Lips compressed. Eyes fiery in self-righteous anger. Knowing he was right, she wouldn't answer. It was after one A.M. Even busses weren't running, now. Lurie was a town big enough to have a hundred thousand people and some nice parks, but it wasn't the sort of place that had any kind of all-night life. It was still just a river town, as it had begun. Just overgrown, now, and with the same old Blue Laws. There were still plenty of people who thought Lover's Look ought to be made somehow illegal. All them nasty younguns getting their jollies up there!
By the time he was across town and nearing her apartment, Glen was almost ready to apologize. She had not spoken. She had hardly moved. Maybe if he had apologized, things would have been different. But ... damn it he was not wrong, and he knew it, and he choked it off right there: almost ready to apologize. All she had to do was make anything resembling a first move.
She made the first move, all right. It made him wish he'd chewed her out even more, or succumbed to his impulse to paw her, just for damned meanness.
He had to stop for a light at Hendricks and Elm. two blocks from the apartment she shared with Katie ... the apartment Glen kept remembering was so delightfully empty this weekend. He stopped, and in one fluid movement she had opened the door, swung out, and slammed the door. She leaned in the window.
"This way," Sarah snapped, "you won't have to try to decide whether to kiss me at the door or not. GOOD NIGHT!" And she stamped over to the curb and started walking. She crossed against the red light. There was no traffic; there weren't even any lights showing in the windows along Elm. Street.
"Sarah - hey -"
The light had changed. A car behind him blewits horn. He jerked his foot off the brake and jammed it down on the gas. He considered pulling over to try to reason with her, but decided to spare himself one more put-down. Let the little bitch walk the two blocks, banging her feet down as if she hated the sidewalk. His car lurched ahead, squealing a little, and he jerked the wheel left. Turning up Hendricks, he drove home.
Sarah had hurried across the street to continue down Elm without so much as glancing around at the noisy drag off. She stamped along, staring straight ahead, her heels loud on the deserted sidewalk. Soon she heard the barely-turning engine of a car just pacing her, a few feet behind, easing along. But she still would not glance over. If he called out... well, she wouldn't pay any attention. She'd play deaf. Oh, cute, cute! Now he'd slammed a door, trying to attract her attention. She passed on out of the flare of light at the corner and clicked angrily along in the tree-shadowed darkness of the elms that gave the street its name. They were huge, here in the old section with its set-back houses with three front steps and concrete-walled porches and squatting, gabled roofs. Old houses containing old people with old ideas, asleep in old beds.
The first time she felt any anxiety at all, any motivation to look up, it was too late.
She heard the swift whisper of what sounded like sneakers or sock feet on the pavement. She jerked her head suddenly leftward as the car pulled over to the curb beside her.
It was not Glen's car!
She started to turn ...
... just as an arm whipped around her waist, left to right, and another clamped her head, right to left. It was hard and tight over her mouth, a strong, T-shirted arm. Her heart felt as if it had exploded and hurled icy particles into her stomach and chest. She'd never known such terror. Her eyes bulged and she jerked her head. Or tried to. But the strong arm allowed little movement and no outcry. She pulled at it with both hands ... and froze.
The dark face in front of her was half-grinning, but it looked more like an animal's snarl, with the lips skinned back over startlingly white teeth. He waved his hand before her face, and she saw that his thumb was thrust out. It lay along the blade of the knife that jutted from his fist.
"Umm-umm-m-m-m-mf!" The sound she made was barely audible.
"All right now, be still and don't make a sound! Be still, or I'll push this knife into your tit just like opening up a watermelon! Got that? Don't nod ... just blink twice."
Terrified, quivering, her knees weak and her body full of ice and hot prickles, Sarah blinked.
Twice.
"Cool. Vint's gonna take his arm offa your face, now. Put your arms behind you. Cool, atta girl. Now clamp your mouth shut and keep it that way, or ..." This time he let her feel the knife, just a faint nudge at the swell of her left breast.
She had put her arms back, trembling. The arm left her face and almost instantly a big hand clamped over both her wrists. It pulled them up slightly, making her bend just a little forward. She felt his body against the back of her skirt and tried to flinch her buttocks away. She trembled, marveling at the power of that hand. Suddenly she feared it more than she did the knife at the full ripe swell of her bosom pushing impatiently against the cloth of her blouse. She felt sure that at her first beginning outcry, that hand would tighten, crushing the bones of her wrists, and jerk her arms up to break them in a moment of ghastly pain that would ruin them for life.
"Cool. You're a smart girl, y'know? Cooperative. Sure do like cooperative girls. Now walk over there and get in that car."
"My purse," she whispered, afraid to speak even as loudly as he. "I dropped it. My money's in it. Just take it."
He bent and came up with the purse. "Right. Thanks. But who the holy fuckin' hell wants your bread? Get your ass in that car before Vint breaks your arms and we put you in anyhow."
Behind her, the unseen strong-man called Vint pressured her forward. The man with the knife, short and wiry, began half-backing, half-sidling, keeping his knife-hand extended. She started weakly forward, staring with wide eyes at the waiting car, on legs that felt only half-flesh. The other half was rubber. They wobbled. She trembled. Gooseflesh kept running over her, in a continuous tremor like the running feet of tiny and invisible insects. She stumbled at the curb and grunted at the heightened pressure of her baek-bent arms.
"Careful!" the knife-wielder admonished.
There were two men in the front seat of the car. The one on this side, wearing one of those underwear-looking tanktops in some sort of dark cross-stripes, reached back to flip open the rear door. She saw his hairy armpit and shivered. The door swung out. The man with the knife gestured with it. Vint pressured.
Sarah moved helplessly forward to get in. She bent her head, but before she got in she let her eyes move over the two men in the front seat.
"Please," she murmured.
"You're not going to forget about Vint, and Tick's knife, and yell, are you?" It was the one on the passenger side.
"Oh no."
"Good," he said, and reached over the seat again to grab her with his fingers hooked in the high V of her blouse. He yanked her into the car with a brief little ripping sound.
There was a moment of pain before Vint released her arms. Then she was lunging helplessly forward, half onto the back seat and half on the floor. Her chin struck abradingly against the center hump. One breast slammed into the firm seat and crushed against it. She flailed, biting her lips so hard it hurt to keep from crying out.
She was desperately afraid. Her stomach was a tight-coiled knot. A soft moan escaped her compressed lips. She wanted desperately to kick and scream and shriek and try to flee. But the street was deserted, its dwellers asleep. She was sure what would happen. If someone heard her, and if he came, by the time he arrived the car would be gone and he'd find only a bloodily-stabbed girl with two broken arms. She sagged into the car, face down, with her legs dangling out.
Vint slapped her where her skirt was tightest. "You think I can get the door closed with your ass hanging out? Get in, stupid!"
Whimpering, she scrambled in, bunching her legs; his hand on her back held her down with her cheek against the drive-shaft hump that ran the length of the car. She quivered and moaned, trying to jerk her insulted rump away.
Then the door opened in front of her face, and she saw two short boots on the floor board. The dark one called Tick bent to peer into her face.
"You stay down, and stay quiet, and you might even survive your trip," he told her, and mimicked a lippy kiss. Then he climbed, sock-footed, into the car. Tick's legs were right in front of her face. One of Vint's was jammed hard against her thigh and the beginning swell of her bottom. The other was wedged between her calves. She was trapped between him and the seat he sat on, and the front seat.
Both doors closed.
"For ... for god's sake ... where are you taking me?"
Tick thumped her shoulder with his foot. It smelled. "Hush. Red China. We gonna play ping pong with Chairman Mao. Gonna use those jugs of yours for balls, and our cocks for paddles."
She heard their chuckles, but her mind was still trying to assimilate the coarse language. People just didn't use that kind of language to her!
"Come on, Tonio," Tick said, "let's split this scene!"
The car pulled out from the curb and drove away.
Chapter Two
Sarah sank her teeth into her lower lip and quivered in fear and shocked horror as the car moved through the sleeping city.
Vint had laid a big hand on one up-surging half of her skirt-covered bottom and the other one on the silky back of her thigh. He was caressing the flesh lovingly, in a circular motion that made her skin ripple in gooseflesh and that seemed to surge fire into her.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
"Why not back to the park?" the man beside him suggested.
"Yeah, Tonio," Tick said. "Why not back to the park? Let's go play, huh?"
"Uh ... o-o-oh ... urn ..."
"Shut up, bitch," Tick said and nudged her in the swelling side of her left breast with his knee.
"Play? Where do we play, in the park?" Tonio asked, tooling through the almost deserted streets.
"In the playground, where else?"
"Hey yeahhh," Vint said in delight, and his hand rubbed the girl's rump excitedly. "The playground! Way down there all by itself, right inna middle of the park! Nobody gonna be there this time of night.-"
"Please ..."
"Jesus, stupid, can't you just shut up?" Tick snapped. He reached down to grasp her breast. "Just be QUIET, damn it, or I'll tear this thing ... hey, I'll tell you guys this. She's sure got tits!"
She bit back her groan. She hadn't believed such humiliation possible. To be grabbed, ordered, fondled, discussed as though she weren't even present! Now he was kneading and massaging the breast he'd grabbed so callously, mauling the soft ball with equally callous roughness.
And I'm here, all this is happening, because I wouldn't let Glen do this! And ... and he wouldn't have been so ... so rough, either. At least I'd have known he had some feeling for me... as a person. .. God! I said he thought of me as an object, a sex object. I knew it wasn't true. I knew he didn't, not really. But... but... he's gone... and ... and the-e-e-ese creatures do-o-o-o-ooo!
The thought was too much for her. Overwhelmed with remorse and deep shame and humiliation, she began to sob quietly. As quietly as she could!
Tick cupped his hand over one quivering breast and began to massage it.
Vint cupped his hand over one quivering buttock and began to massage it.
The car rolled through the city. The front-seat passenger had warned Tonio to take it easy. They wouldn't want to attract a prowl car at this time of night ... and certainly not with their special passenger!
"What you guys doin' back there?" Tonio asked.
"Fuckin' her, what you think?" Tick said, with a grin in his voice. The girl at his feet tensed and flinched as he continued his slow manipulation of that silken ball of firm flesh.
"Wha-a-a-aAT?"
"Come on, Tonio, just drive," Tick said in a disgusted voice. "We're just checkin' her a little. She's still got good tits." He chuckled. "I mean one of 'em is, anyhow. That's all I've checked out. You got two good tits, babydoll, or is the other one a mismate? Hmmm?" He bent over her, his fingers squeezing.
She only sobbed quietly, afraid to move, afraid to answer, wishing she were dead, wishing she were back at the park with Glen, wishing she were in front of her apartment necking with Glen, wishing he'd taken her home and she'd carried out Katie's wicked suggestion. It had made her mad when her grinning roommate said it, just before she left.
"Date with Glen tonight, huh? Why don't you just get yourself brought home early and bring him in? Glen's a nice guy. Good looking too, Sarah. He could have my cherry any time ... if I still had one, like you!"
But Sarah had only put on a shocked act and said something nasty. And Katie had left. Now Sarah had another thought, a very ugly one. Katie wouldn't be calling her. Katie would be in Springfield until late Sunday night. If Glen called, he'd just think Sarah wasn't answering the phone to punish him.
No one will even miss me! That line of thinking was interrupted by Vint. She jerked violently when he slid his caressing fingers up her thigh and off the stocking onto her flesh, way up under her skirt. But her movement only jammed her breast into Tick's hand. He squeezed it reflexively.
"Hurry up," he said. "I think she's turning on!" "No ... God ... stop it!" She reached back to pluck at Vint's hand. He grabbed one finger, bent it back. "Ah ... oooowwwwwww!"
"Hey! Shut the hell up, bitch!" Tick twisted his fingers in her breast and jerked his leg, driving a hard-boned shin against her cheek. She winced as the blow jerked her head, abrading her other cheek on the corrugated rubber floormat covering the hump in the car's floor.
"What the hell you doing over there, Vint?" "Just feeling her laigs a little." "Well, knock it off! Waitll we get to the park, f'Chrisake!" Tick snapped. "Hey, C.P., gimme that box of Puffs up there, huh?"
"Your nose running?" The man beside Tonio handed back the box of scented tissues.
"Yeah," Tick said, bending over Sarah. "Open your mouth, bitch. No wait, first ... what's your name?"
"S- Sarah."
"SARAH! Sounds like something I heard in church! Ugh! Well, keep that mouth open ... owww!" He started to cram several Puffs into her mouth, she clamped her teeth automatically, and got his finger. He jerked his hand in a swift cuff that again slid her face painfully along the ridged rubber mat. She whimpered, opened when he told her to, and he crammed half-a-dozen dainty scented tissues into her mouth.
They were terribly dry. They seemed to absorb every drop of saliva in her mouth in an instant. She swallowed repeatedly. It didn't help. She didn't dare spit them out. But she didn't make any further noise, either, while Vint continued to tickle his fingers over her flinching thigh. The casual intimacy of that caress was a mental pain that made her sobbing step up.
The parky she thought, occasionally hearing the sound of another car, or feeling this one stop for a light. The park? They're crazy. The playground was not accessible by any road, only paths. It was as Tick had said, way back in the park, almost in its center. The planners had done that deliberately, leaving only bike- and foot-paths as access, so that kids and their mothers could have rustic privacy in their daytime playing.
Daytime. There would be no one there at this time of night. And ... they were going there? To PLAY? With her? She-decided they were insane, all of them, just having fun, playing around, trying to scare her. In the first place she couldn't even imagine them walking all that distance, down the long hill and through the dark trees to the big clearing with swings and sandbox and sliding board and the kiddy wading pool and seesaws and the merry-go-round, whatever it was called, the thing you hung onto and made spin by pumping your feet.
She was wrong. They would go to all that trouble. They did. Tonio pulled the car well into the trees and down a little knoll, going very slowly since there wasn't any road. He parked there and they got her out. They all laughed when Tonio mentioned that he had a handkerchief in the glove compartment. It was tied around her head, across her mouth, to hold the gagging wad of Puffs in. Then they walked her along a little path through the trees to the playground.
Tonio was tall, and dark, and handsome in a dangerous sort of way; almost pretty, with a lot of too-curly black hair. He was about twenty. C.P. looked ten years older, with an astronaut hairline: receding, and roundish face and a gut to match. The red-and-black striped jersy tank top that looked like nothing more than a colored undershirt emphasized his belly, stretching taut over it. Vint was just huge. Broad, thick, rounded shoulders and arms so big his T-shirt was cutting into the biceps. Some stomach, and hardly any rump at all. His hair was red-brown, and his frizzy-looking beard and mustache bright red. He wore jeans and T-shirt and sneakers.
Strangely, Tick was definitely Negro though not black. Strangely, because the others were Caucasian, and he seemed to be their leader. He was short, wiry, tight muscled, wearing a gold shirt with long sleeves, black bell-bottoms, and the boots he put on when they left the car.
He and Tonio conferred, and Tonio got something out of the trunk. Then they walked her to the playground.
"Hey, here we are," Tick called, running to flop belly-down on a swing and kick himself off, swinging back and forth that way several times before sliding easily oft, backward. He ran to the monkey-bars, jumped, swung wildly, and hand-over-handed swiftly from one end of the center pole to the other. There he dropped off to run kicking through the sandbox before wheeling back to trot easily over to the others. They stood around Sarah, watching him.
"You're nuts, Tick." C.P. said it as if there were no room for doubt or argument: a Papal pronouncement.
"Right. Got no more sense than a goddamn tick. That's what my daddy always told me ... I mean thass whut mah daddy alweez tole me, Whitey!" He laughed and feinted at CP.'s gut. "Well, here we are, friends. And here's our playmate. Isn't she cute?"
"Yeah," Vint said, and his hand dropped to cup one firm, prominent cheek of her rump. She jerked forward and a little to one side ... and that quickly Tick's hand closed on her wrist. He looked straight into her eyes, a man of perhaps twenty and perhaps thirty, almost exactly her height.
"You be still. My buddy Vint wants to feel, he feels. You got that? Hmm?"
She couldn't answer. Her mouth was stuffed full of tissue paper, now a soggy ball on her tongue, tied in place by the icky-smelling handkerchief Tonio had got out of the glove compartment. But she could nod. She did, with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Yeah," Vint said, looking around smiling. "Here we are. What d'we do now?"
"Why we PLAY, Vint baby," C.P. said. "Wanna seesaw?" And they all laughed.
"God," Tonio said, "let's cut this dumb chatter and tear 'er clothes off!"
His words were like a blow to Sarah's guts. She groaned and her knees went weak. She crossed her arms in front of herself.
"Put your arms down," Tick said.
She stared at him, gagged, but pleading with her eyes.
Tick slapped her. "I said put your arms down."
Whimpering, tears trickling down her face into Tonio's handkerchief, she obeyed.
"Now don't move," he ordered. He pointed at her feet. "Stand right there. Don't move, you hear?" He gazed into her eyes for a moment, then glanced around at the others. "Come on, guys, quickie conference."
"What about her?" Vint said, jerking a thumb at Sarah.
"I told her," Tick said, staring at her, "not to move. You move, Sarah ... Jesus, Sarah, f'Chrisake ... you move, and I'm gonna..." He glanced around. "I'm going to hobble you with swing-chains!"
The others went along with him, walking away from her, over to stand at the edge of the kiddie pool. There they conferred in low voices, with occasional glances at her.
It was too much. They were discussing her. Talking, she knew, about what they were going to do with her. To her. It was too much. She watched them, and the first time they were all not-looking at her, she turned and ran like hell.
"Hey!" CP.'s voice.
"Race you, Vint!" Tick's voice.
She ran, not looking back. She assumed they would run after her. She dared not look back. She could only run as fast as she could, wishing she were wearing shorts instead of the skirt, wishing she had on sneakers instead of these darned shoes. Even though the skirt was above the knee, it interfered with her running, and she hitched it up with one hand as she fled across the grass toward the trees.
"HAHA, beat ya!" Tick's voice exulted, in her ear, and she flinched and cut swiftly leftward. Too late. Tick had merely dived, as though tackling a ball-carrier, and crashed into her back. She went sprawling, trying to squeal, but prevented from doing so by her gag.
" Ummm-umm-ummmmmmmmMMMMMFFF!" Her fall knocked the breath from her, abraded one knee, even on the grass, and felt like someone had hit her in the breast. And Tick was right on top of her. His hands flowed down her sides, over her hips, and clamped on the firm rounded flesh of her outer thighs. Scrabbling quickly up behind her, the incredibly swift and lithe short man slapped a hand onto her arm and turned her over. He batted her defending arms aside easily. Then he slapped her, back and forth, across the face.
Her head jerked and swung with the blows, to and fro, her hair flying and her eyes sending tears flying. The gag caught her cries and groans, made her swallow them. Her breasts heaved within her blouse, pressing tightly against it.
She lay still, her eyes wide and lustrous with tears, her nostrils quivering. She knew a sudden bitter feeling of total subjugation and helplessness. She was aware of her degradation.
But not of its coming depths.
"That," Tick told her, sitting astride her supine body as the others came up, "was dumb. Dumb. I promised, so now I gotta go to all the trouble to get chains off the swing poles and on your legs."
"Then what?" Vint asked, bent slightly forward to gaze down at her.
Tick glanced up. He dropped a hand onto the up-surging bulge of one of her breasts. "Then? Then we all choose up sides and have a ball. Playing, and like that. Balling." He smiled down at her. "We're gonna ball you, you know that? All of us. God, you're gonna be a lucky little slut! You're gonna get the best fucking in town!"
She went limp.
Chapter Three
Just as Tick had said, getting the swing-chains down and around the unconscious girl's angles was a drag. But he made use of the snapping hooks off a couple of other swings, and soon she was hobbled. From each of her ankles extended about two feet of chain, still connected to the swings. She wouldn't be doing any running!
In the course of that operation, C.P. learned something. Incensed by the view of the spraddle-legged girl, her skirt hitched high on her stockinged thighs, he investigated with a finger.
"Sumbiteh!" he cried. "She's a cherry!"
"You WHAT?"
"We got us a virgie!"
"Be damned," Tick said. "That does create problems!"
"What the hell problems?" Tonio asked, handling his swollen crotch. "We fuck her anyhow, right? So what's a cherry among friends?"
"That," Tick said, "is the problem. Who gets it?"
"Shit," C.P. said and shrugged, "who cares? She'll still be tight the other times."
"All right," Tick said. "Let's decide. She's got a cherry cunt, a sweet little mouth, and an asshole. Who wants?"
"The mouth," Tonio said, "doesn't change. That's for everybody, boy!"
The object of their discussion lay still on the grass sprawled on her back with a pair of children's swings attached to her ankles like weights on a dungeon prisoner.
"Well, it's her mouth I want," Tick said, gazing down at her. "I've always had a hankering to slip a yard of good black cock into a little honky mouth. Decide on the rest."
"I want her to siick me off too," Tonio said, scratching his fly.
"It was Tick's idea to follow 'em off the hill, and Tick's idea to grab 'er," big Vint said. "Tick gets the cherry mouth. You're second, Tonio."
Tonio said nothing. Nobody argued with Vint but Tick, and this time Tick wasn't about to.
"We really going to fuck 'er in the ass too?" C.P. said, licking his lips. Three heads nodded. "You just won the cherry, Vint. You got a horse cock to match your body?"
"Got enough for her," Vint said, unzipping his pants.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Tick called, waving his hands. "You know what we decided while we were waiting to see if she'd run. SHE does everything. We always give her a choice. Do this or get this. Do either this or this."
C.P. chewed his Up, watching the rise and fall of her bosom with narrowed eyes. "Uh ... she'll be a lot easier to get along with once she's lost her cherry," he said.
"You're right," Tick said after a thoughtful moment. "Here's what we do, then. First we just play, right? I mean ... fun. We play, just thinking about all that unused skin, and it gets us just that much hotter. Then we lay the first choice on her. Either undress or get fucked. She won't want to undress, and she won't believe the other. We give her about two minutes and Vint lays the meat into her!"
Vint nodded. "Yeahhh, MAN!"
"Uh ... O-o-o-ohhh .. .umhh ..."
"Here she comes, guys. Vint, how about you kneel on her arms? Easy, huh?"
Before the girl was fully conscious, her arms had been stretched above her head, along the ground, and Vint knelt across the wrists. She awoke to find herself gazing straight up into his face. She tried to scream.
"How's it taste, huh?" Tick smiled. He squatted beside her, casually dropping a hand on one of her blouse's twin bulges. "We got rid of the Puffs and just stuffed Tonio's handkerchief in your mouth. All stiff and yellow, but it oughtta be softening up. It's his joy rag, doll."
She gazed up at him, blinking, her lips forced slightly apart by the wadded handkerchief.
"Christ," C.P. said, "she doesn't know what a joy rag is!"
"It's what ole Tonio's been jackin' off in," Tick said. He felt the sudden rise of her breast under his hand as she inhaled swiftly. "All full of old cum. How many times you figure you've used it, Tonny?"
"Lord, how should I know? About six months, now. I throw 'em away. Damned if I want my maw to see those in the laundry!"
They all laughed, and the girl's belly lurched and rumbled as it considered throwing up her dinner. She managed to keep it down. The handkerchief was slimy on her tongue ...
Tick's hand slid into her blouse. One button was nearly torn from its moorings; he flipped it off and unbuttoned the next one. His hand closed over her bra and began to massage the large globe stuffing it.
"Umm-um-ummMMMMMMMMMM!" She jerked her head back and forth, trying to throw her body away from him. C.P.'s hand dropped onto her left thigh just where the stocking ended. Tonio bent to hold the other white thigh steady. Tick continued to caress and squeeze the tautly swollen brassiere, hard-pressed to perform its task of containing the heaving shaking mounds it cupped. Each breath made the softly firm flesh of her breasts rise to spill like putty over the top of the bra. It was taut and shiny-swollen, straining to hold its intensely sensual burden.
Without any sort of preamble, Tonio reached into her panties. He did things with his clever finger that made her erupt into spasms of fear. Her provocatively supine position, helpless and spread-eagled, invited handling, roughness. Groans of humiliated outrage and fear escaped her nauseous gag. She quivered from fingers to toes, aware of her own accessibility and degradation. Her buttocks twisted and squirmed against the grass. She stared dazedly up at eyes like lasers, boring through her.
"What's this?" Tonio asked innocently, running his finger through the glossy full bush of tight pubic hair that shone even through the pale pink band of her panties. His finger caressed the soft mounded ridge beneath the silky fur, tested the firm clasp of her tight-lipped cunt. She squirmed frantically, flailing Vint's legs with her hair as she jerked her head back and forth. Firmly erect breasts heaved against her restraining brassiere and Tick's hand. Her head reeled. She tried to tongue the handkerchief out of her mouth to shriek out her humiliated outrage and shock and terror. Her thighs clenched so tightly the firm muscles quivered beneath the white flesh in little spasms.
"Easy, Tonio," Tick said, glancing around.
"Just giving her a nice bush massage," Tonio said and smiled, and again the girl's body convulsed in a desperate and totally fruitless effort to break free of them. The chains at her ankles clinked and rattled.
Tick looked down at her face, tickling his finger in between the heaving mounds of her breasts where they pressed together in a tight valley between her bra-cups.
"Remember I told you not to run or you'd get the swing chains around your ankles?"
She nodded, with difficulty in her supine position. Her legs moved, rattling the chains.
"Right. So I did it. Now I'm going to tell you this. You get up and strip so we can see you, the real you I mean without all this gusseting and cloth and stuff, or you'll be fucked right here and now. By big ole Vint."
He slipped his finger out of the valley of her bosom, patted the quivering flesh, and rose. He nodded at Vint. Vint, too, stood up, freeing her wrists. Her arms snapped to her crotch ... but Tonio and C.P. had already withdrawn their hands and stood up.
The four of them stood there and looked down at her. Her breath came in strained, piteous gasps, choked and tearful. She was captive and defeated and she knew it, a cowed and degraded pawn to their piteousness and hard male lust.
Slowly, she pushed herself up to a sitting position. Her body shook and jerked in spasmodically tensing contractions of tight muscles and tormented nerves. Slowly, she lowered her head. Leaning slightly forward as she sat, she began unbuttoning her blouse. She heard their gasps, but did not know they were as much in disappointment as in shock.
"That's my girl," Tick said. "Does just what she's told. Umm. Lovely. Tha-a-a-at's right, just pull it up out of your skirt and take it off ... there you are, Vint. A nice little blouse."
Sarah glanced up, looked quickly down again. She bit her lip, looking down into the deep cleavage between the white mounds of flesh that peeped coyly out of her shiny pink bra. Her hands went down past it, to her skirt. She gripped it and the button at the top, hesitated, unbuttoned it. Slowly, whimpering, she ran the zipper down.
Just pretend it's the-beach and I'm wearing a bikini, she told herself, but she couldn't forget that she'd never worn one of those immodest swim outfits. They'll all look, get their kicks, m-maybe even feel me a little bit, and then they'll either take me back where they found me or leave me here. Just go along, she told herself. Go along. Don't make them ma-a-a-aad. She shivered.
The skirt clung lovingly to her hip. Slowly and carefully, she stood up. Suddenly she hated the sensuously swaying bosom that was like quivering jelly, wobbling and trying to heave out of her bra with every movement. On her feet, she still would not look at them. Her skirt was open, sagging a little. Again a shudder took her as she could not keep her mind off her own degrading humiliation and enforced servility.
She pushed the skirt, starting it on its way, and it plummeted. She bit her lip, uncertain how to get it off over the chains and swings attached to her ankles. She wouldn't dare run, now. Not only would the swings act as dragging weights, the chains would bloody her slim ankles.
Shivering, she stood there before them. Full round breasts pushed provocatively at her shining pink bra. Below that she was a lovely expanse of smooth white flesh, pinkly imprinted with the tight coil of her navel. Low on her belly, the low-slung cradle of her briefs circled her hips. Its tight legbands framed the delicate portals of her virgin recesses. It mounded beneath the tight thin nylon, boldly swelling it between the tops of thighs covered nearly to the tops with her hose.
What more could they want? She was debased, submissively standing before them in shivering trepidation and little else. Only the briefest of pale pink nylon underwear, and even it displayed and emphasized more than it covered. Here and there a curling pubic hair poked rebelliously and titillatmgly through the fabric of her briefs. The bra held her breasts up and out, cramming them together between its cups in a tight crease. Her stockings made her legs even more interesting in their firm-fleshed shapeliness.
"Well?"
She jerked as the voice pierced her wall of lonely fear. Then she raised her head to look at the speaker. Tick. Her sick eyes asked a silent question.
"Well? Go on. I said undress."
She stared. All if it? NAKED? He expected me to ... she shivered in shocked outrage.
Eyes narrowed and more than one captor started forward when she spat the sodden handkerchief out onto the ground. She licked her dry lips with a tongue nearly as dry. Then she spoke, in a smaller voice than she'd planned.
"You expect me to ... I can't! You know I can't. I can't just... undress in front of all of you! I'm not some ... I won't!"
"Rather have it done for you, huh?" C.P. said and smiled.
She jerked her head from one to the other of them. She saw no pity, no understanding. "No, no no! Can't you just ... "
Licking his lips, Vint was looking at Tick. He still held her blouse. Tick nodded. Vint moved.
The blouse whipped-over her head to form a hood, then tightened when he tied the sleeves tightly behind her neck, pulled them around and tied them again under her chin. Then he clapped his hands to her waist and lifted her off the ground. She kicked, flailing. He kicked her'legs forward easily, then stretched her on the ground. She rolled, trying to crawl blindly.
"Aaaaaaaah! No! No no! Ummm ... aaaAAAHhh!" Her cries emerged vc:y muffled through the restraining cloth of her blouse. She reached up to pull it off ... and his hand clamped on her thigh. She groaned as the loud slap brought pain to the tender flesh. She tried to twist, to flip over and kick him, flail him with the swing jingling at the end of her ankle-chain. He held her in place with ease, the muscles of his arm not even flexing. His other hand slid over her hip, touched the delicate little dimple above her right buttock, and plunged down.
"Yaaaah! No no no no-o-o-o-o-o! Aah-ah-arrrrhhh!"
His fingers plucked at the snug elastic band of her panties. Her hips and buttocks jerked wildly and she kicked out. There was no one there. But instantly that leg was immobilized; C.P. cleverly stepped on the swing. Grinning, nodding, Tonio set his foot down hard on the other one.
Vint tugged at her panties. She writhed, hurling her hips about, and he grunted in anger. He curled his fingers into the cloth and yanked. A grunt emerged from the hooded girl as the tight band dug into her flesh. Vint yanked again. His finger scratched down one firm-fleshed demiglobe of her writhing bottom, leaving behind a quivering, cringing wake of smarting flesh that somehow sent thrills coursing through her and deep into her vagina.
In a third swift yank, Vint tore her panties. He tore them again to bare both the crack of her ass and of her loins. His hand slapped down on the furry mound, making her convulse in pain and outrage ... and intense fear. His fingers tightened until he was holding her vaginal bulge, squeezing it like silken-haired putty in his hand.
"Yiiii-e-e-e-eeee NO! NO-O-O-O-O-O-O!"
Holding her down with one hand on her pubis, Vint hurriedly unzipped his pants. He had to reach within to drag out the intensely erect club of his prick. Once freed, the big thing came springing out of his pants to bob before him. He swung one leg over her left thigh, then the other, leaning on her a little, his hand hard on her fleecy mound. For a moment he knelt there, staring at the silky intersection of her belly and thighs, his eyes picking out the temptingly delicious virgin slit just discernible through the triangle of soft curling hair.
Her hands ripped the blouse from her head and she lurched up into a sitting position, reaching for him.
" N o - o - o-o-O-O-O-O - UH!
Aoww .. .un-n-n-n-n-h-h-h-hh ..."
Vint needed no help, but Tick turned her yell into a grunt and a series of moans by stepping quickly forward and jacking a knee up into the underside of her bra. It jerked upward, flipping the resilient tops of her breasts bouncing upward, nearly escaping their nylon confinement. The hard blow to the breasts also knocked her backward. Her back struck the ground and the impact snapped her head down, hard.
She lay dazed, her body rippling with the shivering gulps of her breathing. Her desperate efforts to catch her balance had hurled her legs apart and tightened her half-naked buttocks against the cushion of grass beneath her. Vint was dazzled with an enrapturing view of her vagina's furtive furrow.
He moved instantly to impale it.
His searing shaft of unslaked lust was briefly tickled by the curling nest of fleece at her pubis, titillated by the moist warm rift, caressed by slippery soft cuntlips, and gripped by the teasingly narrow crevice into which it drove. Then the big purplish crown of his eager cock was met and resisted by a tight-stretched membrane of inner flesh that stretched tauter ...
and tauter ...
and broke, and he rammed his huge bludgeon of a cock on up into her helpless virgin pussy. The blouse hurriedly dropped over her contorted face by a quick-thinking Tick muffled her cry of pain and final conquest as her virgin defenses collapsed before the delving cock of a grunting rapist.
"Ahhh," Vint grunted, grinning as he felt his huge prod swallowed up and tightly clutched. "Ahhhhhhhh .. ."
"One thing about unused pussy," C.P. remarked with a cutting coldness and disregard for the twitching, writhing girl at his feet. "They're always too scared to juice up much, but blood gives 'em a nice lube-job."
After a long interval of soaking his throbbing prick in her, Vint half rose, backing it out of her tight cuntal passage. The blood-trickling lips clutched around the pulsing log of his cock. He watched it emerge, bringing some of her maiden's blood with it. Then he reversed it for another surge between the outspread, creamy thighs and into the haven of her cunt. Her head jerked up, eyes dilated and nostrils flaring. Her belly heaved with the hard impaling flesh and the emotions that tried to split it open in a quaking crescendo.
He rammed the cutting saber deep, and her head fell back with a thump. It rolled to and fro. She sobbed in anguish, fighting the nausea within her guts, the pain in her quivering, steadily moistening inner chamber. Her defenses were breached and conquered, and by a stranger, while his uncaring companions watched, grinning.
Her cherished maidenhead was his favor, her body the prize to all their pillaging desires.
He probed that tightly amorous refuge again and again, seeking its limits. Her breasts trembled, rushing swiftly up and down above her panting lungs. Her toes wriggled convulsively. Sharp gasping sounds flowed from her lips. The big cock shaft plunged and plunged into the warm bleeding cuntal groove and spasmodic tremors shook her soft belly and soft, milky breasts.
He withdrew his prick and returned it, grooving her moist vitals, stuffing her womb and crushing the firm muscles of her round, silken thighs. The resilient flesh of her body danced and rippled as each inward stroke burned her, setting up a hot liquid seething in the helpless hole he furrowed. His eyes licked at the exciting contours of her soft body. His breathing was a rapid, shallow rasping. He strained, pounding his hot pole in and out of her tight cunt, making her grunt and jerk with each powerful thrust.
Her lips parted, her nostrils quivering with her sharp little breaths, she rolled her head restlessly to and fro. She whimpered. Her breasts swelled with her spasms and rippled with her swift tremors, half out of her bra. Her moans were hurried and gasping as she lay beneath his pounding body. Again and again he drove his brutal cock between the moist cuntal lips and into the warm, clasping walls of her burning vagina.
He did not stop until his meat reached the boiling point. Then he grunted and hunched, shuddering. The hard-driving rod of his cock began jetting hot juice into her slippery cunt in convulsive jerks. The ropey glutinous milk of life rushed into her, blindly, atavistically sending out its writhing messengers in search of her nestled uterus.
Chapter Four
She lay on the ground, gasping in shock and pain and horror, gazing up at them. Semen mingled with her virginal blood drolled from her pillaged and desecrated cunt.
"Now," Tick said. "That's done. You don't have to worry about your silly cherry any more, right? And you've learned this: any promises we make, we keep. Right? Okay. Now the first thing we'll do is give you a nice break ... let you soothe your torn gash a little."
She was silent, breathing in great gulps but unable to speak after her experience. She allowed herself to be raised to her feet, and she walked ... the chains jingling and the swings sliding after her ... over to the kiddy pool. It was no more than ten feet by six, clear water over a gleaming white bottom no more than two feet deep. She resisted fearfully, but they forced her in. The water was not cold. She sighed, feeling it lap soothingly around her stockinged feet.
They forced her to squat, and then to sit. She winced as the water came into stinging contact with the ravaged cuntal lips of her recently raped slit. But it was soothing, and she released a long low sigh. She sat there in the pool, naked except for bra and stockings and the ruins of her panties, and enjoyed the feel of the water lapping between the soft lobes and into her torn and semen-filled gap. The water was just deep enough to touch the bottom of her bra.
She whimpered when she looked down. She saw the pink seeping from her own torn and blooded hymen, and she noticed that Vint's semen floated in little white blobs and strings.
A warm splash onto her back made her gasp and wince. She started to turn.
Warm wetness splashed and ran down her back to plop into the water. She stared at Tick. "But ... what. . . I. ..?"
The stream of liquid warmth reduced, then ceased. She continued to look questioningly at Tick. "Okay," he said. "You can look now."
She twisted around. Her stomach lurched. A grinning C.P. was standing there, fully clothed, with his cock in his hand. As she looked, a final droplet of urine fell from its glistening tip. He had relieved his bladder over her back, and once again Sarah was forced to fight back the hot waves of nausea that tried to lurch up from her belly. She retched, but managed to hold back.
Tick stepped behind her. Her flesh prickled and winced as she waited. But it was his hands that came onto the satiny flesh of her back, sloshing water up onto it and letting it trickle down. After a moment, despite the degrading aspect of sitting there nearly naked, a victim of Vint's lust and forced to submit to being pissed upon and now washed by the unwelcome hands of one of her captors, the laving of her back with the lukewarm water was pleasant. She sighed and had to remind herself not to lean back into his hands.
"This bra-strap's in the way," Tick said close behind her. "Unhook it."
She sucked in a quick breath and her teeth sank into her lower lip. She trembled.
"Hear me, Sally? I said unhook your bra-strap. Don't and you get a ducking."
She believed him. She had a ghastly vision of her head being forced beneath water polluted with semen and hymeneal blood and C.P.'s urine. The threat of being half-drowned was bad enough, but the nauseous aspect of what the water contained firmed her mind.
She was already nearly naked anyhow. She knew that both the pink-white chubbiness of her buttocks and the conspicuously swelling mount of her loins were bared, framed by her ruthlessly-torn panties. What difference did it make, baring her breasts to them, too?
She put back her arms, hunching her shoulders and leaning a little forward as she reached back for the catches of her bra strap. Her breasts swelled half out of the cups with the'Strained position. She unhooked her brassiere. The straining strap leaped apart and her breasts were suddenly loose and cool, half-covered by the bra. He had not told her to remove it. She sat as still as she could while he washed her back, enjoying his work. Then he told her to get up.
She rose carefully, took his extended hand, and stepped up out of the pool. One of the swings chained to her ankles caught at the pool's edge, and she nearly fell. She caught herself, standing there with her bra hanging loose and her breasts enticingly semi-exposed. She hated the water that tunneled down her belly and streamed off her pubic bush to puddle at her feet. Seeing them watch, grinning, she felt degradedly obscene.
"Take the brassiere off," Tonio said. He frowned and started forward when she glanced at Tick, the source of all orders up to now.
" ... or I'll slap your titties," Tick said.
Biting her lip, Sarah let the shoulder straps slide down her arms. The cups left her breasts, which tumbled out in a rush to fall free and jiggling into the night air. The bra dropped to the ground. Her breasts were a study in quivering dynamic tension, swaying sensuously before her. The dark haloes crinkled in the cool air, emphasizing her nipples.
"Look at that," C.P. said, bending close. "Not a sign that these things ever had a mouth on them! No milk-bumps."
"O-o-o-ohhhhhhh ... no, never!" She trembled, trying to keep from breathing so as not to jut the loosely-swinging, unbrassiered white dumplings in his face. He raised his eyes to hers.
"Keep your arms down," he said. "Don't move, or I'll bite the nipples!" Then he bent swiftly forward and slipped one pink crest into his mouth.
"Unh!! Oh ... ah!" She shrank back involuntarily, horrified at the intimate contact of his mouth as it slid over the untasted crest. Instantly he clamped his teeth, just behind the nipple. "AAAH-OW!"
"I tol' oo," he said, around the jutting point in his mouth.
Quivering, deeply humiliated and shocked and yet afraid to move, she stood still. Her hands twitched. She stared straight ahead while he sucked, rubbing the soft lump between his teeth. "M-m-mmm," he breathed, moving one hand to her hip to hold her steady. He smiled when he raised his head from her. "Lookit that!"
He was speaking to his companions, but Sarah had to look down. She groaned. Wicked, traitorous body! Her small nipple had erectecLand thickened to jut out wantonly. His sucking of the red bud into his mouth and his titillation of it there had transformed her soft pink tip into an inflamed and angry-looking bulge at the very tip of her breast.
O-o-o-o-o-ooh NO-o-o-o!
"Nice," C.P. said, and grinned when Tonio shouldered him aside and reached out to cup her left breast, its nipple still soft and tiny.
"PI ... please don-n-n-n't," she begged in a tiny voice.
His face gloated over the trembling demiglobes before him and his hands roamed their voluptuously provocative surge. Like C.P. before him, he lifted his eyes to hers. "Be still," he said.
"Or I'll bite!"
She jerked her flaming face up to stare over him at the line of trees across the grass. "Unh," she couldn't help gasping, feeling his fingers run hotly over the fullness of quivering flesh that had never before felt a man's hand. He dug his fingers into the delectable bulges, then rolled the nipple of the left mound between his fingers. Warmth flooded her. She quivered, her lips parting. "Unnnnhh." The little moans of beginning sensual arousal slipped unbidden and unwelcome from her throat as she strove not to respond to what was definitely erotic stimulation.
By a stranger!
His head bent further and she trembled when he began lapping the smarting nipple with his tongue. It was as if the tender and sensitive flesh was being assailed with a moist feather. She moaned at the helpless humiliation of being forced to stand there and feel the swelling of her nipple beneath his fiery tongue. Pulling it well into the hot wetness of his mouth, he titillated it with his tongue until it was a hard pink erection, pulsing between his lips.
She felt a surge of outrage and hatred when Vint came next. He had not bothered to put away the shaft he had spent and emptied into her, and it dangled obscenely out of his open fly. Strangely, he was tender with his hands, loving the flesh they caressed. He cupped them tenderly around the torpedo shapes, touching with his palms the firm knobby crests that rose against them, standing hard and tight with excitement. He did not bend his head to her, to lick and suck, and her aroused body tried to convince her that it was disappointed.
Instead he cupped without squeezing, allowing the smooth demiglobes of her tits to lie balanced in his big hands. He tightened his fingers, slowly, one at a time. They slid slowly inward to circle the puckered aureoles. Then he began to pull, stretching the tips, until he had drawn the sweet pink buds far out. She was forced to lean a little forward. She gasped, her eyes dull and slightly glazed.
"Nice," he murmured. "Sweet nice titties. They feel so good."
"Let's find out," Tick said, and Vint moved aside for the short man. Again Sarah met the dark eyes straight on. She stared into them, not looking down to where deeply chocolate hands rose to close on delicately vanilla breasts. He joggled his hands, making her tits jiggle. He patted and the soft spheres danced excitedly. The incredible softness of her flesh! That it could be so soft and yet stand so firmly before her! He sucked his breath in sharply, moved despite himself. His fingers were feeling, caressing, exploring every inch of the heavy melons, surging their desire-hardened tips as he fondled them.
She leaned unconsciously into his hands, which were building a heat in her that she could not ignore despite her efforts. Abruptly his own tenderness and wonder seemed to embarrass him. He ceased the manipulative caresses and cupped them forcefully, rolling both nipples under harsh thumbs.
"Uh! Ooooh .. . uh . . .ow!"
Grinning at her now, he dug his fingers into the delectable mounds of her breasts and rolled the nipples firmly under his thumbs.
Her legs trembled. Her stomach twisted within her, making her belly ripple above her ruined panties. The flesh in his hands quivered furiously. Her face flamed a bright crimson and her nostrils flared with her agitated breathing. The chains at her ankles clinked as she moved her feet restlessly on the grass.
"Look," he said, nodding in a swift gesture, and she looked down.
Her breasts looked very white. His hands looked very black, darker than they were because of the contrast. She watched one dark thumb rise and cock itself, then descend upon her surging nipple, rubbing and rolling it back and forth. Obediently, it quivered and thickened still more into a quivering erection.
"How ... how can you do this?" she whispered. "You know I can't help being excited by ... uh! ... it. How can you? Why do you want to humiliate me?"
"You don't like having nigger hands on your whitey titties?"
"That's ... unhl ... not it! Color doesn't have any ... uh ... thing to do-o-oOO! ... with it. All of you ... why do you treat me like this? I've never been so afraid and ashamed in my life!"
"Really?" he smiled. "Christ, and we've just begun, too! You're really a mouse, aren't you, little pink-pussy? But one thing you gotta admit ... being told what to do is where you're at. It excites you, and you like it!" He pressed the ends of her breasts firmly.
She remembered, in an abrupt ugly reverie, her own thought in Glen's car ... could it have been only an hour or so ago? She liked having things done to her, she had mused. She was too passive to be the Mata Hari or whatever it was he wanted!
It was an ugly thought, because it was what Tick had just said, as though, he had somehow been tuned in to her, reading her mind. How had he got so clever? What had his life been like, to have made him so different from her?
Passive, she thought. Passive ... No!
Her hands shot up to slap onto his wrists and hurl them aside. She backed swiftly away, her eyes blazing.
"Stop it! STOP IT! Don't touch me again or I'll SHRIEEEK! Keep your filthy hands off me! You've already r-r-ruined me ... what ELSE do you want?" Her lips trembled as she admitted aloud the demise of her own virginity, but she maintained her fiercely angry stance and expression.
She backed straight into C.P. and his hand slapped onto her mouth with a force that hurt her and crushed her lips back against her teeth. His other arm circled her hips, jerking her back against him. Cleverly, he pawed over her towzle of clustering pubic hair until his fingers were at the delicate shell-pink lips of her cunt. She jerked violently as he thrust them aside. Then her struggles ceased. He had thrust one long finger into the softness of that vital cuntal groove. Its presence inside her was both a humbling defilement and a threat. She shivered, feeling the hardness of his fingernail against already torn inner softness.
She could only stare, afraid to move, when the stony-faced Tick took the few steps necessary to reach her. Her eyes widened, stricken with fearful anxiety, and her lips were trembling and quivering under C.P.'s clamping palm. Her fear was justified.
Oh God oh God they hurt me. I shouldn't have tried it. I should just be content to be passiiivvve ... AAAAAAAGGGHHH.ii!
His hands clamped and wrapped around the softness of her naked breasts and pressed hard, twisting. His black fingers dug into the white flesh. Her arms started up, fingers curling like claws. But she shivered violently with the effort ... and dropped them. She dared not stop him. Ohhh ... aaa . . . aaaaarrrrrg-g-ghh-h-hhhh!
Clutching the ivory balls of her chest with deliberate strength and cruelty, he dragged them far apart. His fingers gouged in and he pulled, flexing his muscles, threatening to rip their firm whitenesses bloodily from her chest. She jerked, trying to twist free of C.P., but he curled his finger in her, thrusting his horny nail into the softest of delicate flesh. Pain rolled up from her cunt to meet and blend with that radiating from her tormented breasts.
"Oooh . .. unnnnh .. . o-oh."
"And right after I got through bragging about what a good-natured, sweet little pink-pussy you are, too!" Tick snapped, dragging his fingers along the cringing white flesh until they formed a ring around each nipple. He pressed, he squeezed, he hurt her.
Her hands twitched convulsively, wanting to defend herself but forbidden to in her fear of even worse retaliation. The softness of her naked rump rammed back against the hard prodding pressure of C.P.'s groin as she tried to escape Tick's hands. She could not even scream out her agony. She could only stand there, streaming tears, her scalp crawling, while horror and pain flared in her. Relentlessly, mercilessly, Tick's supple fingers twisted and tormented her breasts. Cowed and defeated, she stared in pain and humiliated subjugation.
At last his nails raked rrainfully off the tips of her aching nipples. Her bare heavy breasts jiggled springily. Even the little movements hurt, in the wake of his vicious tormenting of them.
"Let her loose, C.P."
C.P. did. She was free again, her mouth sagging, her eyes glazed in pain and fear, her bosom wobbling furiously before her. Her hands rose slowly to cup them tenderly. Strangely, the aching protuberances of her nipples were large, pink, hard and shiny, as though sensually excited from their vicious treatment.
"Get on your knees," Tick ordered.
Quivering, biting her lip, Sarah knelt before him. The soft grass tickled her knees and folded beneath them. She knelt there like a naked and accepting slave, awaiting the next commands of her master. Her eyes dropped to follow the movements of his hands. He was unzipping. He thrust his fingers into his shorts. He drew his aroused organ through the flap, and it sprang forth. A huge black shaft with a mushrooming head, standing high and proud, thick and throbbing before his belly. He stood there staring at her a moment while her eyes rose slowly from the engorged crown of his prick to his face.
He raised his face, closing his eyes as he concentrated on something else altogether. Frowning, she knelt there and watched him. What was he doing?
Then her eyes dropped, and they widened suddenly. His black penis now hung, pensive, between his thighs. He too looked down, smiled, and stepped close to her.
"Get it up again. Use your mouth."
"Oh ... ple-e-eeeease, don't make me ... no, I CANT."
His face and voice were implacable. "You get your face in and lick it, little pink-pussied Sallygirl, or you get ... " He paused, glancing around. "You get hung up on the jungle gym."
"Hey, cool," Tonio said. "Don't do it, baby!"
"The jung ... " Her nostrils flared and quivered. Her rosy-budded breasts quivered and seemed to strain in silent protest. Tears ran down her soft cheeks in sparkling rivulets and dropped onto her naked body. She quivered in anguish. Slowly, her lips parted. She stared at his big dangling prick. Tremulously, she lowered her head to it. She moaned, hating him, hating them all, hating herself, hating her wretchedness and her stomach for jerking and heaving. Her shoulders slumped limply in abject surrender.
"I feel your breath," he grunted, from above her. "Now where's that pussy-pink tongue?"
Her lips, moist and parted, approached the hot pole of spongy flesh. Slowly her quivering tongue crept forward-to- taste the swollen-looking head of it. Her eyes shuttered as she touched it.
That touch ignited every nerve of his body. His penis began throbbing up instantly. His hands twitched. He wanted desperately to dispense with the delight of forcing her to submit to a series of orders. What he wanted to do now was grab her honky head and fuck those warm, juicy lips until she drooled helplessly around the bulbous head and hard black shaft. About two seconds in that white face and it would be as fully erect as it could ever be!
"Come on bitch, we're gettin' tired of watching you stare at it. Take hold of that cock and eat it!" C.P. said, very close to her.
Her hands rose to caress the muscular hardness of the now up and menacing pole. She touched it again with her tongue, making the hot flesh quiver under the moistly titillating touch. Again and again she licked voluptuously at the pulsing head, making him gasp and hunch toward her face in spontaneous reaction. His hands quivered, wanting to entwine themselves in the soft, flowing mane of her hair.
"You're not putting yourself into it, pink-pussy. Let me show you something."
His hands clamped her face. Steadying the liquid cavity of her tremulous mouth with his fingers pressed to either side of it, he leaned into her so as to push his enormous cock slowly and steadily into that helpless chamber of warmth and wetness.
She made little gagging noises while he caressed himself in the wet heat of her face. His scrotum tightened into a hard, pounding knot. Only with a great effort of will was he able to slide his black cock over her trembling pink lip and out of the strained white face.
She gasped, making a little coughing sound. Her full breasts bounced and trembled before her, shaken by her chaotic breathing.
"Now," he said. "Get some head around it, little pink-puss, and love it. Or Vll fuck your face like an old whore's sloppy cunt!"
"Don't forget the jungle gym," Tonio muttered, his hand rubbing his fly as he stared in carnal fascination.
With a sob, the kneeling girl quickly applied her quivering lips to the crown of his organ. It was already slick and shiny from his coating it with her saliva in the depths of her face. She sighed lingeringly, her face flushing. For a moment she was still, her only movements the nervous flexing of her naked thighs and the fleeting tremors that caused the swelling contours of her breasts to heave gently against his legs. She shivered at the wet touch of his intimate flesh against her soft lips.
And she licked it.
The quivery pink tongue slithered out of her white face to lick the swollen knob of his black cock. His three companions, all white, watched ... with mixed emotions.
Her tongue slavered and lapped, whipping around the thick pole to prevent him from stuffing her mouth with it. Admitting the engorged head between her lips, she squeezed the shaft and sucked, hollowing her cheeks. Her lips flowed over the purplish crown. Her mouth was soft and firm around it, a ring of delicate softness for his pulsing glans, eager to bury itself in her throat and seek the friction between her tonsils. His thighs quivered and he made a little forward jerking movement. His hand moved down to caress her breast.
With a whining gasp, she drew back her head. His abandoned meat bobbed before her face.
"Suck it up, you little whore!" He reached swiftly down, but instead of stroking her heaving breasts, he pinched the rosy nipples cruelly.
"O-o-o-oow! UnnnNNNNGHHH-OW!"
"Jesus Christ," C.P. said and grunted, "she's the dumbest slowest little head I ever saw!"
She was whimpering and sighing in anguish. Her body convulsively shuddering in her humiliation, she bent her head once more to his groin. Tears glistened on her cheeks as she softly scooped up the purple-black plum between her lips. Her face contorted when bis little surge aided the soft-skinned head to enter the virgin hollow of her mouth.
With a little whimper of resignation, she drew the shaft into her mouth and laid her tongue against it, holding it there passively. Her breasts swelled tensely, rising and falling, unwontedly caressing his legs with their luscious softness. She knelt submissively at his feet, her face contorted and bulging with a mouth full of hot cock.
"Damn," Tick muttered. "She just holds it in her mouth like it was a lollipop and she was trying to make it last till tomorrow! You stupid little BITCH!"
Grabbing her face again and ramming his fingers into her hair to hold her helplessly in place, he jerked his hips forward. Pounding with blood and turbulent with lust, his engorged joint speared into her face. She'd have fallen over backward but for the hands that held her steady, making her mouth a helpless hole to be pierced deeply. He punished her with his massive erection.
He rammed it in until his tight balls rapped her chin, and he grunted and jerked it even then, hunching.
Then he stepped back. Sarah toppled over onto her side, her legs curling up. She gagged and retched and coughed.
And Tick signaled.
"She sure as hell didn't do it," he said. "Get 'er up!"
"To the jungle gym!" Tonio called out exultantly.
"To the jungle!"
"HANG the bitch!"
"NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!"
Too late.
Chapter Five
"NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-OO!" Sarah wailed, when they jerked her to her feet. But they were laughing, jerking her up, calling out "To the jungle with her!" and "To the jungle, Hang 'er high!"
They half-dragged, half-carried her toward the complicated system of gleaming, hollow steel poles that served the climbing instincts of children. Some clever manufacturer or ad-agency toiler had named it Jungle Gym, and whether Jungle Jim's creator and Johnny Weissmuller were amused was not recorded.
Sarah kicked and squealed and jerked her body. Her breasts flew and bounded wildly, slapping each other and her four carriers. The chains at her ankles rattled and jingled. C.P. yowled and nearly fell when a flying swing banged his shin.
At the multi-poled and many jointed structure, they dropped her. She groveled, moaning and whimpering, naked and terrified, at their feet.
The known fate was Tick's big throbbing prod. The unknown was what they would do to her involving the climbing device above her. "No, no," she said and moaned. "No ... don't, I'll suck it, I'll swallow it!"
Tick rammed a booted toe into her flank. "I promised," he said. "You just held it in your mouth, teasing me. Now I have to keep my promise. Tonio ... where's that stuff out of the back of the car?"
Tonio produced it: a long coil of electrical wiring, thin copper wires covered with tubular plastic. Ignoring her moans and cries and pleading, they wrapped a length around her left wrist, knotted it. Then the right wrist.
"No, no, please no-o-o-o-o-o!" she cried, when they jerked her to her feet.
"Vint ... that pole right there," Tick said, holding out the girl's right hand to the big man. Vint nodded, grabbed the wrist in one hand and its binding cord in the other, and jerked it up. Pain lanced into her shoulder and chest as her arm seemed to be jerked half out of its socket. She rose on tiptoe while he wound the cord several times around the steel pole; then knotted it.
"Now that one," Tick said, gesturing, and sh" jerked and her eyes bulged as her other arm w dragged sidewise. The indicated pole was several feet away and a foot lower than the first. Her arms were forced wide apart when Vint finished tying the second wrist.
Tick stepped close, grinning into her eyes, and pinched the outstanding pink nubs of her nipples. Her breasts were forced high and round by her position, jutting as if in invitation. Her head fell back and she groaned loudly in agony as he rolled the nipples between thumbs and forefingers.
"Left leg doubled above her back, same pole as her left arm," Tick directed, not letting up with his vicious pinching.
"YAA-uh!" Her beginning cry was cut off when her left leg was pulled from under her and she sagged forward. Vint dragged it back and up and C.P. held it there, grinding his thumb into her round calf, while Vint looped her ankle-chain twice over the pole. The dangling swing held it in place. Her left arm and leg were now drawn out and up above her head. Her right arm stretched out, at a slightly lower level ... and now, of course, they pulled up her right leg. Doubling it up behind her back, they used its chain and swing to secure it above and at right angles-to her head.
She swung helplessly, her belly seeming to weigh a ton, seeming to contain some great weight that thrust it down toward the ground. Her breasts dangled beneath her, trembling with her breathing and swinging with the tensing jerks of her arms and legs.
Then they seemed trying to drive her insane. Vint caressed and slapped her left buttock, again and again and on and on. C.P. slid his ringer into the crease between those bulging white cheeks and tickled it up and down, threatening her tight little anal hole. Tonio squeezed and pressed and manipulated her vaginal lips as though they were made of rubber or dough to be shaped at his whim. And Tick pretended to milk her.
She swung agonizedly in the air, a helpless toy for their merciless rampage of cruelty. No more sound than little whimpers trickled from her open mouth; drawing in the great breath necessary for her to scream was impossible with her tits dangling and her belly feeling like a bowl of lead beneath her shuddering body. Her lungs labored frantically. Her muscles twitched and tensed. Her hair trickled down over her face and shoulders.
She knew terrible fear and agony and the deepest pit of humiliation; helplessly accessible conquest and use as her dangling body was nakedly, defenselessly exposed to their bestial handling.
Tonio darted a finger suddenly between the pouting pinkness of her vaginal lips, split and peeled apart by her wide-drawn legs. Grinning, paying no attention to her renewed groans and writhings, he jerked his arm so as to twist his finger about in the liquid cavity of her cunt. Deliberately he irritated the tenderest of inner tissues. He knew they were still sore from Vint's hunching plumbing at her virginal depths.
"Damned cow's got no milk at all," Tick complained, pulling and squeezing and dragging at the breasts that dangled beneath her in great white teardrops. The black bands of his fingers encircled them, squelching the snowy flesh up between them.
"Here, see if her pussy-juice will help you get in here," C.P. said. She jerked when Tonio's finger jerked out of her tormented vagina. Then she felt it, pressuring against the soft little coil of her anus. She squealed in horror that he would pierce her there where she was sure it was totally impossible.
But he wedged the tip of his finger in, wiggling it, and she hardly felt the swift glide of C.P.'s finger into the close-set slash of her vaginal gap. They achieved a sort of rhythm, counting, with Tonio wiggling his finger in one intimate slot while C.P. ran his in and out of the other, swiftly finger-fucking her. And crack and squeeze and crack again, Vint amused himself with her cringing tensing buttock.
Mindless with fear and terror and degraded shame, she was able only to jerk and quiver and moan and feel what they did to her open and accessible body. And feel it, and feel it. She dangled in a delirium of abjectly insulted agony, jerking in little spasms of her tormented muscles. Fingers .. . hands .. . voices . .. laughter .. .
It seemed to go on and on, she had always been a slave, a thing for their amusement and berserker handling, she had been here forever, she would be here forever, and only death would ever be her rescue from the creatures that did these unspeakable things to her seething body.
She was so caught up in those helpless thoughts and her own dementia that she neither saw nor heard the signal that, abruptly as the snap of a finger, stopped them. Her mauled breasts bobbed free. Fingers emerged from her anal and vaginal orifices. Vint's hand ceased its harsh fondling and paddling of her stinging rump. A long, low groan signaled her limp realization that it had ended, after all. Her head hung weakly, increasing the terrible strain of searing hot tendons and twitching muscles. She stared blindly at the ground. It was so near, just a few feet below .. .
And it might as well have been at the bottom of a well. It was. She felt as though she were in a deep and dark well of anguish and agony that was trying to swallow her up.
She heard their voices. They had withdrawn to mutter.
"... her lesson now . . ."
"... pussy drooling like an- idiot's mouth ..."
" . . turns on, I swear, turns on to . .."
"... soon, damn it, so I can get my piece of the little . .."
Tick came back to her, pulled her head up by its hair. He looked into her listless, tear-filled eyes.
"It takes friction to make a cock go off, pink-pussy. Friction, got that? Like dragging it in and out of a cunt, or shoving it in and out of a mouth. And suction. Suction, got it? You gotta suck. And it has to be steady and just go on till the guy gets his rocks off, or you're just torturing the poor bastard. Got that?"
She heard, and she wanted to echo his word, "torture" incredulously; how could he talk of torture to himself after what'they had done to her? But she said nothing. Passivity. That was all that would save her. Passivity. Servile acceptance of her enslavement. Complete submission to whatever degradation they wanted to subject her to.
Her mouth opened. The word flowed out weakly, in a tiny voice: "ye-e-e-essss .. ."
"Good. Now. My poor cock just aches from the way you tortured and teased it. You ready to give it relief now, Sarah-girl, or shall we ... "
"No-o-o-o ... no ... mo-o-oorrrrre .. . I'll... let me suck ..."
"Get the pink pussy down, fellas," he said, patting her cheek. "She's ready to give head like a good chick."
Chapter Six
Her body seemed screaming in agony, even after they had released her from the terrible bondage to the jungle gym. All she wanted to do was rest, sleep, try to shake off the throb of pulled muscles and raw nerves and stretched tendons.
But Sarah did not rest. On her knees in a position of obedient slavery, she gave head like a good chick.
She stuffed it into her mouth and sucked it, tongued it, bathed it with warm saliva. Flexing the muscles of her throat, she sucked his cock with a nibbling, rising pressure. Already erect, excited by the things they had done to her, his prick thickened still more under her attentions. It began to fill the soft, warm sheath of her face.
"Ahhhhhhh," he groaned, sighing and smiling up at the stars.
"Jesus, lookit the little cunt suck him off," Vint said, bending close to watch the spearing of the thick black pole into the strained whiteness of the submissive girl's face.
Her tongue washed the throbbing shaft that pressed wide her jaws, looping around it with a lizard-like flicking and darting of her tongue. Full luscious lips champed around the veined length of it. The hairs of his crotch tickled her nose, bent against her face, lay glistening black on her ovalled lips. Her ravenous mouth ate, and ate. Her silken lips writhed around it, pressed it, moistened it with her warm saliva, slithered over its gleaming surface, pulled at it to make him shiver. Her tongue flicked. Her cheeks drew diaphanously taut and then sagged inward as she applied a deep sucking pressure.
She slid it in and out of her face, making soft little slurping noises. She gave him head as though she were famous for it, as though she were in love with his cock, as though she could not possibly ever get enough of it. It throbbed and pulsed on her tongue. It nudged her throat and made her gag. She swallowed, hard, and ignored the unpleasant pressure. Her breasts danced with her avid devotion to the thrusting lance of his loins.
Tick groaned and smiled. Looking down, he watched the long black pole of his cock splitting her soft pink lips and vanishing into that white face. It was a dream he had never fulfilled, had never thought or believed he would see in reality. He rocked his hips, caressed her hair, smiling, shoving it in a little deeper in a ball-torturingly obscene rape of her face.
But he was not raping her face, he reminded himself. She was sucking him! She was bobbing her head, fucking her head on his hot cock! Her tits jumped around beneath it as if they were savagely excited by what she did. The nipples were thick and long, nudging his legs. Her eyes were closed as though in rapt devotion. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with her own perspiration, and here and there a single silky tendril lay along her cheek. Her cheek ...
They were drawn tight to make her cheekbones bulge beneath, so taut that he could almost see through the tight-stretched skin. And they sagged inward as she sucked, then pumped outward when she released that breath, collapsed again when she again applied her devoted sucking.
Submissive! Servile! Humiliated! Conquered! Cowed! Kneeling like a milky-fleshed slave before the pride of his shining, beautiful, coal-colored cock! A whore, a numbed and blind and accepting slave, seeking with her hard-working mouth to make him happy by assuaging his lust.
He wanted desperately to come, it was a boiling need in his knotted balls, a dizzying necessity in his straining guts. But at the same time he didn't give a damn if he ever came. He could stand here like this for hours, for days, forever, watching her face hollow itself around the hot libidinous length of his pulsing masculinity.
Without raising his head, he rolled his eyes, surreptitiously. Vint standing there with his mouth open, his old cock standing straight out in another erection, less than an hour after the big mother had balled right through her tissue-paper cherry! Tonio, Mister Anthony White, that was his name, standing there with eyes like the dog in the fairy-tale: big as teacups. His left hand deep in his pocket and his right unconsciously fingering the big bulge in his pants. Sonofabitch would cream his damned jeans any minute, if he weren't just careful as hell! And
C.P., with a wife and kid at home, older than any of them, standing there running his tongue around and around the little oval of his mouth. Staring. All of them staring, watching, envying. Hardly able to wait to get their innings in with the little white-ass.
And not a one of them with the balls to put the snatch on her, to snatch her virgin snatch! All his idea, all Tick's, and pulled off with his hard stony eyes and that sweet little knife he knew how to handle.
Don't ever mention it to your sister, Tonio baby, she might get excited and let slip who she's been balling, and won't you be pissed off then, buddy boy old unprejudiced Tonio baby, when you find out your dear buddy ole token Tick been black-topping the holy shit out of your baby sister's hot little fourteen-year-old snatch!
Hey ... thought: gotta drop in on C.P.'s little wife sometime. Probably gets lonesome while he's out at night with the boys ... like watching Tick get himself sucked ... off ... by ... this ... little ... pink-pussied ... doll's vir ... gin ... mou-ou-ou- outh!
He hadn't been able to hold it back with his wide-ranging thoughts. He could not persuade his mind to leave the subject of sexuality, while the sexy little slut knelt there and lapped him up and tried to suck him into the asshole and eat him up. With a mighty convulsion, his cock began hurling hot jets of fluid-into her gullet and right on down to her haughty little white-ass belly. Her body contorted as he spewed into her face. She jerked and her shoulders slumped limply. He wondered if she were coming too, just from getting a gut full of hot semen. It didn't matter. No* that was silly. Dreaming. Nothing would make this little numb-clit come! He sighed, tensing his legs to keep from falling down while his balls emptied themselves into the pink-lipped oval of her face.
He listened to her gagging sounds, then listened in gratified delight to the sounds of her swallowing. Drink it down, babeee. It's good for you. Protein, to make you a big healthy SLUT!
At last he was empty. He bent weakly over to twine his fingers in the hair at the back of her head and pull her mouth off. She was still sucking, afraid to stop. Now it was painful. Once again he fixed her eyes with his.
"That's enough, you sweet little whore. I'm crazy in love with your virgin mouth. You could make a fortune, giving head! That's enough." He fondled her breasts gently.
She trembled, gazing into his eyes. What sort of creature am I, anyway? she wondered, that his praise gives me a warm feeling, all around the warm lake of his come sloshing around in me? He must be right I must be a whore!
And another thought:
His eyes are glowing. His face is so relaxed. And his hand, so gentle and soft on my breast. Is this the way to take the hardness out of man? Is this all they need?
It wasn't all that Tonio wanted.
"Forget whatever I said," he said excitedly. "I just got to fuck that!"
"UnnnNNH!" Struck a heavy blow between the shoulder blades, Sarah lunged forward. She caught herself on her hands and was still for a moment, shaking her groggy head. A moment was all Tonio needed.
She grunted at the impact of his groin against her buttocks, the hard thrusting pressure of his hot prong against the pursed lips nestled between the very bottoms of those soft white pillows. Before she could quiver away from the nudge of his pulsating glans against the lips he had previously speared with his finger, he had circled her waist with an arm. Thus he held her poised there on her hands and knees with her ass in the air.
In one push he thrust his big throbbing tool straight through the tight outer hole and into her cunt's luscious interior.
"Unn-n-n-n-n-n-nnnn-h-h-hhhhhh .. . um!
Unghh!"
She sagged and lurched as it impaled her tight little nest to the limits of his length. His hard pelvis was trying to flatten her buttocks. Its coarse-feeling hairs prickled the soft full buttocks that caressed it. Her breasts, dangling loosely beneath her, whipped and swung wildly as he engorged himself into the hole that had been probed only once before.
Maintaining his arm around her, he leaned back with a long groan, pulling out of her. Then he lunged back to vibrate the soft membranes deep within the hot mush of her tantalizingly tight inner envelope. The thick mass of his rampaging cock plunged and plowed its way in and out of the pliant, smoldering passage, sucking her into the radiance of his excitement. She grunted and groaned, frowning and clamping down, trying to hold him back as he seemed to try to stab her lungs from behind and below.
"Ah! Ah! God-DAMN-AH!" He gasped, tensing his legs and rooting hard into her vaginal straits from behind, pummeling her buttocks with his pelvis. His hands slipped over her flaring hips and the abrupt in-curve of her waist onto the swell of her ribcage. His hands were slick with perspiration when they found her dangling breasts. They cupped around the big teardrops that heaved and trembled beneath her.
Moans escaped her parted lips. She wagged her head from side to side, held steady on her hands and knees like a desirable bitch discovered by a horny dog.
"Ah ... ah ... unnnggghhh . . . uh-ahhh . . . UNGH . . . UNNNNNGHHHH . . . uh-uh-uh-uh. . ." Her grunting moans were knocked tremulously from her with each hard surge into her cunt. Suddenly he was pushing and pulling with far more ease, as warm liquid oozed from her inner walls and spread outward over his engulfed prick and the outer folds of the cleft he stretched with his big delving cock.
Her fingers worked nervously at the grass. Her thighs tensed and her calves bulged as their muscles flexed. She moaned and writhed, feeling every inch of her hot impalement, felt her knees go weak, felt liquid flames rise within her. She trembled at the sensation of his hands tightening around the soft pendants of her tits. His fingers pressed them tightly. She hunched her shoulders forward, drawing away her full-hung chest. That movement slid him nearly all the way out of her and somehow that fact bothered her. Her tight-lipped cunt tried to grab the big knob of his cock, to hold it and pull it back. She jerked, her legs quivering, and then she thrust herself back.
She understood nothing after that. The pain vanished. The wet heat remained. It spread, in a soothing glow, up into her belly. Her nipples extruded themselves. They strove to lengthen to wipe the grass beneath them, seeking its tickling caress. She was sure her breasts were somehow swelling in his grasp. Her pulse speeded up, shaking her breasts as her heart thumped harder and fast to match the heavier cadence of her breathing. She was unaware of the voluptuous heavings of her wildly agitated butt, swaying and crushing his pelvis and thighs and jamming itself back against him. Her mouth was open and panting.
Something flickered before her, something to be reached for, to stretch for, to be attained ... She did not know what it was, but her body yearned for it, her eyes wide and glazing over with a mist of passion.
His hands gripped the soft rounds of her rump, gouging in as he held them apart. He looked down their shining valley to watch his frantic cock driving in and out of her open vaginal lips and the slippery velvety chamber within. Her tightness squeezed him within it, gripping his full length. He grinned, gasping, knowing that he was stretching her, probing and slapping about inside her tightly-clasping crotch.
Nothing could compare to the intense excitement and delight of fucking, from behind, a submissively kneeling girl! A conquered captive, her womb an open hole to be plumbed and battered. He groaned loudly when he felt his lust start to rise from the warm shelter of his scrotum up to the engorged head of his engulfed prick. He jammed and crammed himself hard into her clutching little love-cave to send it into that equally warm shelter.
It spurted from him in carnal spasms until he had pumped his balls dry and was groaning and shuddering. He lay half onto her back, keeping his softening prick in her. His semen bubbled over around his slowly flagging shafifc. It ran down the soft inner surfaces of her thighs.
She toppled forward to lie gasping on the ground, again pierced and delved into and shot all full of warm stickiness that she could feel seeping out of the tender opening of her sopping pussy.
"Well, now you got your rocks off, Tonio," C.P. said, "you feel better?"
Sarah shuddered and began to cry.
Chapter Seven
After he had sunk his tool in her and pumped her full of semen, Tonio seemed to hate her.
It was he who suggested they "Have some fun"
with her.
She pleaded in dismay and fear, but the others were charmed by his proposal and caught up in it.
"Let's tie 'er to the old seesaw," Tonio said, and Tick grinned suddenly. Shivering, Sarah turned to C.P. She was now reduced to .offering one defilement to avoid another.
She stood before him submissively, her hands at her sides and her naked breasts shivering up and down. Her posture was one of complete docility.
"You ... you haven't... done it," she murmured, with tears sliding down her face. "Don't you want me?"
He stared in surprise, then smiled. He flipped a hand out to slap one naked globe of her bosom, making it swing wildly. "Nobody WANTS you, little cunt. We all just want to PLAY. Christ, d'you think we WANT you?"
She shuddered and sobbed as the words cut through her. They were more degrading and hurtful than the bodies that had flailed her. Her breasts rushed up and down, surging in sorrow and shame. Her shoulders quaked with unrestrained sobs.
"When I do fuck you though," C.P. said, watching her with bright eyes for her reaction, "I want a virginal hole. An untouched and unplumbed come-free hole, you understand that?"
She did not. She stood there with bowed head, thinking that what he wanted was now impossible. The aching hole of her loins had been breached and battered by two jabbing poles of thick and rigid flesh. Her mouth had caressed and sucked Tick in total submission. She had both received and swallowed his gushing sperm. What had she left to offer now? Both her body's available orifices had become repositories for rapists' hot seed.
He stepped forward to stand close to her nakedness. She felt the heat of his body, even through his clothing. His hand touched her breast, cupped it, tweaked the nipple, ran down over her belly. He caressed and stroked the firm mound there, feathered with a light soft down. His seeking finders found the hair-lined slit that opened into her inner vault. Her breasts felt tight as he manipulated the intimate flesh, congested and filled with surging little sensations of anticipation, negative or otherwise, that throbbed within the ripe white gourds.
His nail raked the soft flesh of her vulva and he thrust his long finger into her, ignoring her moan and her writhing.
"unnnnnhhhhh ... uh . .." The helpless, semen-saturated folds of her body encased his finger as if in love with its harsh roughness. She groaned again when he withdrew it, then slipped two fingers into a chasm forced wide by Tonio's driving bone and lubricated by its spermy ejaculations. Both fingers wedged into the narrow pink slash of her cunt and willed on into the flooded swamp. She drew in her belly, shuddered, and threw back her head. That brought her eyes into line with his, and she swiftly dropped her burning face.
He slipped his fingers out of her.
"You love it, little whore. Now turn around.
Turnaround."
She did, meekly, and started at his touch at the flaring cheeks of her rump. "Unnnhh!"
"Be still, bitch!"
He slid a finger, wet with the juices that filled her pussy, between the cheeks. It eased along the pink, quivering crevice no matter how hard she tried to clench those hemispheres together. She shivered and whimpered, twisting her naked hips and the swelling, creamy mounds of her butt nervously about. His other hand cupped one ripened globe, mashing it in to snuggle against his finger^ He pushed.
"Uh! Oh no! Aaahhhhh!"
She started forward, but Tick had come cooperatively over. Now he placed a hand against the softly nude and prominent thrust of her right breast. He held her in place. She shivered and stared at his face with wide eyes, feeling the burning pressure of C.P.'s slippery finger against her so-tiny back hole.
"No! Oh! Ohhh... no ple-e-e-ease ... Ah! Unnnnnnnnghhh ..."
The white cheeks of her ass quivered convulsively. C.P. pushed. Her breast surged into Tick's hand and was flattened by her efforts to lunge forward away from the finger that was ...
... finger that was ...
entering her!
" Aaa-a-a-a-a-aAAAAAAAAAA-G-GGGHHHHH-HHHHHHH!"
With an impatient jerk, C.P. sank the full length of his semen-slick finger into the tight hole of her virgin ass with a jarring thrust that shocked her and flattened her in-curving buttocks around his hand.
Tick smiled at her, palming and fondling the soft lump of flesh in his hand. "Didn't think it could be done, did you? Think about it. Bigger things have come out of that little hole than C.P.'s middle finger ... or his pecker!"
"Ohh-h-h NO! Not THAT! It hurts... his FINGER hurts ... his ... his thing would ... oh No, NO!"
Tick sighed and looked past her. "She refuses you, C.P. baby."
Sarah whirled to confront the other man. Her eyes flared wide as her unthinking movement wrested her shuddering breast painfully free of Tick's hand ... and also dragged C.P.'s finger sidewise until it popped out of her. She hunched her shoulders, groaning in pain.
But she remembered her urgent reason for whirling to face the man in the red-and-black tank top.
"Please don't try to do that," she begged. "It's not natural! It's evil and ... it will hurt, hurt me so much! Oh please don't even try! I'll bend over for you to mount me like a d-dog, if you want. I'll lie down and open my legs wide, real wide, and hold you when you c-c-come into me. Anything! I'll kneel and suck your ... you and kiss it and lick it and make you feel so goo-ood! ANYTHING! But not my poor b-behind!"
He stared at her. "Jesus," C.P. said. "Jesus H. Christ. She is out ... of ... her ... fucking ... MIND!" And they took her to the complex of playthings. She shivered and pleaded, thinking how painful it would be, naked, to bestride a seesaw with her poor cunt-lips so sore and abraded from the pounding given them by both Vint and Tonio. She tried to pull away, once. C.P. slapped her. They passed the jungle gym, and she trembled riotously throughout her body.
They stopped between two seesaws set side by side.
"Let's get 'er pants off," Vint suggested. "I about tore 'em up anyhow. Let's get her nakeder."
"I like that ragged little pink frame around her ragged little pink pussy," Tick said, stroking one tremorous buttock where it poked out through the gap Vint had ripped in her panties.
Vint had torn them front and back, down her crack and up the front. Now she wore little more than three bands of elastic attached to ragged little streamers of ruined pink nylon. She'd have been glad to get rid of the destroyed underwear; the ripped threads tickled. And she felt that Tick was right. The snug elastic framework around her burgeoning rump and the patch of gently-curling fleece at the base of her belly was a decoration, a frame to display her the more obscenely.
"Who wants to seesaw with the little whore?" Tick asked.
They all did. She stood trembling, eyeing the playground ride in apprehension. But she could only wait in servile submission for them to decide her fate. They decided. Tick would seesaw with her.
They compelled her to bestride the down end of the device. She stood there quivering, her legs wide as she looked down at the rough old wood. Summer was nearing its close, and the seesaw needed a fresh coat of paint, or perhaps replacing. Tick walked down to the other end, which was cocked in the air at about the level of his navel. He looked at her, the length of the long board.
"Ready?"
She nodded with a long anguished sigh of resignation.
And Tick laid both hands on the end of the seesaw, grinned, and ... shoved it down with all his might.
The grounded end rushed up between her thighs, abrading the white flesh and rammed on up and slammed hard with a loud popping sound into her thighs' soft junction with her body. The board slapped the soft lower curves of her buttocks, hard. Worse, it slapped and ground into the soft lips of her cunt.
She was flipped upward by the agonizing blow, actually rising above the wood. Tick swiftly reversed the thrust of .his muscles to lower the long board. That way she impacted it a second time, this time from a height of only about one foot. Her agony was extreme, the shock ripping into her pelvis. Emitting a new screech of agony, she slumped forward ... onto the iron ring fixed to the board to be gripped by its riders.
"Eee-UUhhhhhhhffffffff!" Every puff of air in her lungs rushed out with the gouging of the ring into her abdomen. She lay weakly on it, striving desperately to refill her forcibly emptied lungs.
And Tick shoved the board straight up, again as hard as he could. He seemed to have forgotten what he was doing, and was determined to kill her as though she were a deadly enemy. Sarah flipped backward off the seesaw, her pained buttocks banging onto the ground and her legs flying high. "Look! Her pussy's winking at me!" Vint cried in boyish delight.
The girl groaned in new pain and revolted reaction to his words. Her legs dropped to earth.
One calf fell onto the seesaw ... which Tick immediately slammed down, raising her end of it and scraping her calf painfully as it jerked up into the air again with a suddenness that threatened to tear it loose from her body and tear a wider crack in her pubic mound.
" YeeEEEO-O-O-O-O-OOOOOHHHHHH!"
Her head snapped back against the ground, hard. Her leg slipped off the seesaw. She lay moaning and trembling, really hurt. She still felt the intense pain in her crotch and buttocks, as well as the smarting little quivers of it in her abraded inner thighs and finally in her calf.
"GodDAMN!" Vint cried. "I didn't know you meant seesaw like THAT!"
"It was nothing," Tick grinned. "Ree-ee-eally nothing."
"Well... if we stood her up," C.P. said slowly and thoughtfully, studying the seesaw, "and held her, with her back to it,. . . we could give her ass a paddling she'd feel for a week!"
"Arr-r-r-r-rrg-gghhhhh! No No N-O-O-O!"
"Hey," Tick said quietly, "yeah." And that was that.
The suggestion was far too exqiting to pass up. Ignoring her protests and pleas and whimpers, Vint hauled her to her feet. Tonio and C.P. stood ready to seize her. They spun her around with a suddenness that made her head swirl. Her naked breasts swung outward, then flopped loosely against each other, seeming to jump back and forth as if against rubber bumpers when they jerked her to motionlessness. Her back was to the seesaw. She flinched.
Tonio glanced back at Tick. "Hey ... Vint oughtta be on that end. He's the strongest!"
"Yeah," Vint said, "but Tick's just naturally meaner."
"I think we'd all enjoy having a turn on the other end," C.P. said, reaching over to pinch her flinching buttock. She squeaked.
My god! How many times do they plan to h-hit me with that aw-awful th-thingggg?
"She's gonna have to bend over," Tonio said, surveying the grounded board behind her and the jut of her rump. "Why don't you stand in front of her, C.P., with your cock in her mouth while we whop her ass?"
"GodDAMN! Are you kiddin'? - First time she got blapped with that seesaw she'd bite my prick off!"
They all chuckled. Then they forced the whimpering, tensing girl to bend forward. C.P. and Tonio stood on each side of her, holding one of her arms with one hand. Each of them had his other hand pressed firmly against her back, holding her in her bent position. Vint stepped back to one side, to watch the fun.
"Ready?"
"Ready!"
"Unnnnn-n-n-n ... n-nh-h-hhh ..."
She tensed and held her breath, waiting. Nothing happened. Her forward bent body trembled. They held her securely. She waited in dread. Nothing happened. She whimpered. The waiting was worse than the pain would be! She waited. Nothing happened.
Then she realized. They weren't really going to do it. It was a trick, a mean, nasty kid's trick to scare her and make her squirm! They weren't going to do it! She sighed and relaxed.
That's when Tick jumped into the air and rammed his end of the long board straight down to bang onto the ground.
The other end shot up. WAP! Its rounded end slammed up against the lower curves of her helplessly out-thrust buttom in a blazing wallop that hurled her forward, staggering both her captors.
"GREAT! Bet her ass feels like it's on FIRE, boy!"
"She's not gonna be able to sit down for a fuckin' week!"
Again they forced her into position. The knowledge that her tormented rump was thrusting out her firm bottom cheeks over the awful end of the wooden plank made her naked body quake with anguish and fear. The big demiglobes of her down-swinging breasts heaved and jerked with her choked sobs. That first blow had set alive every nerve ending in her body. And another was coming!
They'll kill me!
Again *the board rammed up against her with pile-driving force. Her little moan rose to a high-pitched squeal and again she lurched forward, catapulted by the slamming thick plank against her backside. She turned her tear-stained, contorted face to her guards in piteous supplication ... and found only delighted smiles. She sagged weakly. They forced her back in place.
"Hey, Vint, take over for Tonio," Tick called. "Come on down, Tonio. Your turn!"
"Yeah MAN," Tonio enthused, practically jumping up and down until Vint came around to grasp the weeping girl.
She was shuddering all over. Her back, her belly, the bruised and flaming globes of her rump, all jerked with her tense sobs and gasps. She was frightened and chilly with horror at her treatment. Already her entire rear was a mass of throbbing pain. No paddle devised had ever struck with such force ... or been so big! Her cheeks were wet with her hot tears. She moaned and made little sobbing sounds at their arranging her again in position. The muscles in her rounded thighs tightened, striving to move her bare rump from the danger area.
Far behind her, at the other end of the board, Tick and Tonio were muttering surreptitiously together.
Then her calves and knees gave away and Sarah slumped. She groaned as new twinges of pain stabbed her; since they had clung to her arms, they were bent automatically back and forward. Arms and back and shoulders and even her tightened belly complained at the searing strain.
C.P. bounced one burning, reddened buttock in his hand and pulled a little. "Stand up." His voice was as implacable as his grip.
She learned, after the fact, what Tonio and Tick had been planning in their murmuring voices. Tonio returned to her end of the seesaw and mounted it, standing there balancing, getting the feel of the land-bound surfboard. All the while she waited helplessly and fearfully, in an agony of suspense. Bent forcefully forward so as to project her squirming and burning bottom, she rolled her head from side to side.
Then Tonio charged up the seesaw and jumped across the fulcrum to slam down onto the board, midway toward Tick.
"AOWWWW!" Tick bawled.
" YE A A A A A A A A AAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH-EEEEEEEOHHH!" Sarah screamed, as once again the thick, broad plank whipped upward to paddle her reddened rump with a force that shot flames through the throbbing cheeks.
"You all right, Tonio?"
"Yeah," Tonio grunted. His boots had slipped on the board as he'd come down on it. He had fallen off. Now he rose slowly from the grass, grunting and swatting at himself. "Yeah, I'm all right. Boy, that was some shitty idea, man!"
"Sorry about that, baby," Tick said and chuckled. He had walked over to the side to watch, in profile, Sarah receive her next paddling. "Shame, too. The board didn't hit her ass nearly as hard that time. Oh well. She probably doesn't mind too much. Glad there's a nice moon tonight ... you wouldn't BELIEVE how red your ass is, pink-pussy!"
Her shoulders shook with involuntary tremors as she tensed them, jerking at the hands that held her.
Her fingers clutched like those of an epileptic in mid-attack. She strained. They watched the tensing of her rounded columnar thighs, her rather muscular little calves, their quivers, and the hard tightening of her reddened, throbbing rear cheeks. She swayed to and fro, trying to create a current of air on horribly hot flesh.
Then a fierce muscle spasm took her, gripped and shook her. She sagged again. Her legs trembled violently. Her head sagged from side to side and sobs racked her pain-ridden body. A shudder ran over her lovely, tortured nakedness.
"STAND UP!" C.P. snapped, nudging her hip with his knee.
This time Tonio was waiting and watching. The moment she had again positioned herself with her silky bottom poised over the grounded seesaw, he wrenched his end of it down with all his might.
WAP!
"Yi-iii-i-i ... iii-e-e-eeeeeEEE!"
Her shriek was an ugly sound that ripped from her throat. Her bottom cracked and seemed to sizzle with the staccato report of the heavy board's impacting jerking, shaking, tight-clenched buttocks. Her calves flexed and bunched, jerking convulsively, treacherously weak, as she tried to flex them to bring herself erect. Her body quivered from swaying head to curling toes. They let her hear the board drop to the ground at her heels with a thump.
"No, no-o-oooOOH! No Mo-ore!"
She wept unashamedly, sobbing aloud like a child. The martyred skin of her backside twitched.
Her toes strove to dig into the grass. Her fingers worked and plucked nervously. Her body writhed, naked reddened buttocks relaxing and contracting and contracting still tighter. She dragged at her tightly held wrists, swaying her racked body to and fro in her desperate squirms of pain and efforts to escape.
"Hey, that's all for you, Tonio," C.P. called, but Tonio wanted an extra shot for the one that had not only muffed but had hurt him. She was not even in position. The board whipped upward to sweep past the plumpest portion of her quivered, reddening cheeks. But even that brushing was agony, on swollen and pain-sensitized flesh.
"Just a minute, C.P.," Tick said, approaching her. Her head down, her hair streaming, she saw his legs and booted feet right in front of her. "Straighten her up."
They did, and Tick reached down with both hands to peel back one soft lip of her cunt. He jerked a finger of the other hand up and forward. It disappeared instantly into the feathery nest of delicate hair and into the liquid satin inside. He wiggled it in her.
"Uh-huh," he said and grinned. "What I thought. I've heard that having the old ass whopped gets people sexy. She's dripping wet in here."
"O-o-o-o-ohhhh ... no-o-o-ooo," she whimpered helplessly, overcome with shame and the agonizing degradation of having her intimate cleft probed by a callous ringer and discussed like an animal.
Tick snapped his finger out of her, making her lunge and grunt at the suddenness of its whipping out between sore lips.
"Okay, C.P., your turn to seesaw with pink-pussy! Hand her over."
Just as he started to grasp her, Sarah gasped and groaned and her thighs and calves jerked convulsively. She parted' her thighs, flexing those beautifully rounded calves, and lurched upward with a strength that astonished them. It should not have done; that there is strength in pain and desperation is an old, old cliche.
But she did not break free. Their jerking her arms was a reminder of her subjugated captivity. She stood still, panting and gasping. Grinning, Tick reached over to rub her flaming, well-walloped ass. She jerked at the touch on feverish flesh. She was fighting hard to choke off her demeaning tears. There were pink and red splotches on her rear cheeks, polished by the rising slamming board to a high gloss. She could almost feel the blisters rising.
But she had to take more. C.P. delivered his two blows, then stepped out to watch while Vint walked down to the other end of the seesaw and took his turn.
By that time the whole circle of flesh encompassed by her hips and upper thighs and the dimples above her rear hemispheres felt as if it were on fire. She was covered all over with perspiration that made her gleam in the moonlight. More groans and shrieks had been wrenched from her raw throat. And her helplessly-twitching butt felt as though someone had dropped a flaming torch on it and left it lying there, searing and licking at the flesh with inescapable flames.
They released her at the instant the final blow flattened her swollen cheeks. She was catapulted forward to slam wailing to the ground, dragging herself over the cool grass. Writhing, she swung her excoriated bottom helplessly, in the air, heedless of their bright-eyed gazes on the magnificently moulded and deeply-reddened mounds of flesh, waving and squirming lasciviously in the air.
"No," she heard Tick say, "I think that's too much." I
"Damn it, why? We can sit her in the pool as soon as ... " C.P.'s voice trailed off into a mutter.
She could only wonder what he had suggested that even Tick had proclaimed too much. Groveling and squirming on the grass, she wanted to turn over and press her flaming bottom against its soft coolness. But she was afraid it would hurt. She was sure she'd been bruised to the bone. She blinked, realizing that only some thirty feet away was a haven: the park woods.
She scrambled. Her fingers dug at the ground to propel her up and forward.
She had forgotten her hobbles and the dragging weight at her ankles. They had overwhelmed her with so much pain and horror and degradation that she had forgotten one of the first things they had done to her ... which had been horror at the time! She was beginning to learn the meaning of escalation, and relative. The chains clinked, abraded her ankles, and she grunted in surprise and fresh pain.
Then Vint slammed a foot down on one swing as it dragged across the grass behind her. Screaming at the shock and ripping new pain at her ankle, Sarah again pitched forward to wallow helplessly on the grass.
"On second thought," Tick said, "since she isn't tamed yet.. . let's."
So they dragged her to her feet and walk-dragged her over to the sandbox and forced her to step in ... and then they sat her forcibly down.
The tiny grains were as a million pieces of sharp glass beneath the ultra-sensitive flesh of her beaten, swollen, inflamed buttocks. She cringed and wailed, levering herself up on her hands.
Someone kicked one of them from beneath her. Again the aching globes of her trembling backside smacked forcibly into the sand. She sat there, a big girl in a little girl's sandbox, and cried as though her heart were ripping apart within her. A million needles seemed to be jabbing into her anguished ass.
"I think," C.P. says, "She wants her mommy."
"Maybe she wants to wee-wee," Tonio suggested.
"In the park SANDBOX? That would be terrible!" C.P. said. "Quick - hold her!"
Suddenly he was in the diminutive box with her, crouching between her legs. They were drawn well apart with the swings draped over the sides of the box, so that they caught there. Now her arms were grasped. She stared in horror at C.P.'s grinning face.
"Can't have anybody making wee-wee in a city sandbox," he said, hurriedly scooping sand and throwing it forward between her thighs. "Gah, I think that's a federal crime!"
"A municipal one, dummy," Tonio said, chuckling.
She sobbed out her quavering protests as handful after handful of harsh dry sand was thrown onto the patch of gently curling hair that decorated her lower belly and so poorly concealed the swollen lips of her sex. The sand mounded. Her buttocks squirmed ... but that only hurt, hurt, grinding the nasty little grains into her well-whipped skin.
They all watched the steady disappearance of her cringing crack. The sand grains irritated the newly-opened and torn skin. She moaned and whimpered, jerking her head in pain and helpless humiliation ... and subjection to pure meanness. The sand mounded, tickling her stomach.
"Wow, looka that," Tonio said, "she don't got no pee-hole and now she CANT make wee-wee in the sand!"
"I think that makes her just happy as can be," Tick mused aloud. "She didn't want her slimy cunt anyhow. Never used it till tonight."
"Hmp!" C.P. shook his head. "Well, in that case let's just stuff up her cunt!"
She shrieked as he rammed his hand through the mound of sand piled before the pouting pit of her belly. She felt his fingers grind against her soft lips Sand abraded the delicate, shell-pink hps. Then she groaned in horror and fresh pain. His finger, coated with sand and pushing more before it, slipped between those agonized labes and into her damp slit. There he willed it and ground it around and around in her, coating her moist interior with sand that clung to the humid walls. Each minute grain felt like a boulder. It was worse than having a pebble in her shoe. Similar, but far, far worse.
She sagged weakly, completely overcome and degraded to her squirmy depths with the pain and shame they so obviously -delighted in inflicting upon her. Oh God-oh-god, what have I ever done to anyone? she thought helplessly. Just a poor girl. . . who tried to be ... AH! ... good . . . and they're KILLING me, treating me like a lump of dirt!
She was totally defeated, limp and hanging her head and dragging her feet, when they lifted her from the sand and hustled her over to the kiddy pool. Suddenly being sat in that shallow pool of soothing water was the most wonderful thing she could think of. So deeply had they dragged her down into desecration and slavery.
Chapter Eight
Sarah's beaten, sand-gouged buttocks were in an agony of seething heat. The lips and interior of her invaded love nest were abraded, horribly itching with the sand that had been piled on her, rubbed over her, and even thrust mercilessly in to further defile her pussy.
She could not help herself. As soon as they plopped her down into the shallow little pool, she began to lave her swollen, smarting labia. Her hands raked through the water, cupping it to make it slosh in and out of her. She watched sand drift along the white bottom of the pool between her thighs. Whimpering, not daring to look up at the eyes she knew were watching avidly, she used two fingers to open herself. She winced as she pushed a finger slowly into her own cunt, trying to carry water into the wrinkled pussy passage and force the sand out of the stinging chamber. It was horribly embarrassing, both shameful and shaming, but what humiliation was there that she had not yet felt at their relentless hands? The realization of her complete reduction and the degrading aspect of both her posture and her actions was agony in her brain.
But Sarah sat there naked in the children's wading pool in the center- of the city's biggest park with four men watching her spraddle-legged actions while she strove to clean the sand out of her snatch.
Perhaps in fascination as they watched or perhaps in some tiny feeling of pity or even guilt, they did not interfere. They left her there to work at herself, stretching the Hps and swiping inside herself with a careful finger to cleanse her privatest parts.
She wondered what time it was. The moon was still up there, and the stars. No sign of dawn. Three A.M.? Five, maybe? She felt as if she'd been here for days, a captive to the lusts and cruel bent of these four.
And one thing still hovered over her head, a Damoclean sword that threatened her constantly. She could not forget it. Vint had burst her maidenhead and reamed her and gone off there like a cannon, and Tonio too had crammed into that same broadened channel and he too had spewed into her. Tick's lust she had swallowed, utterly astonished that it had not tasted unpleasant.
But... C.P. had yet to enter her sexually. C.P. had yet to achieve orgasm.
And C.P., he had said, coveted her body's final uncharted channel, a channel she shiveringly told herself was too tiny and dehcate and tight for that awful purpose. C.P. wanted her back-passage... her anus... her rectum... C.P. wanted her asshole.
"Okay," Tick's voice exploded into her reverie, "that's enough. If you haven't got all the sand out of your li'l pink pussy by now, li'l pink pussy, you're stuck with it. Up and out of there."
Trembling, not daring to disobey or even demur, she rose and tottered from the drminutive pool. She felt much, much better, although she was sure that both her bottom and the delicate lips of her vagina were swollen and reddened.
"Now we've got something to show you," Tick said, patting her arm.
Oh no!
"A new experience, like," Vint said with a grin.
Oh God no! Not C.P. . . . not my bo-bo-botto-o-omm!
"You'll love it," Tonio said and chortled.
Not likely! THEY will!
"Yeah," C.P. growled. "That's why I'm against it, damn it!"
Oh thank God! They must be serious! Whatever it is, it must be something not too awful ... not if C.P. 's opposed to it!
"Wh ... what are ... are you ... ?"
"Oh, it's a sur-PRISE! Come along ... back to the seesaws!"
"Oh NO!"
Tick had already started off. Now he spun at her cry. His hand leaped out to catch the thrusting white lump of one naked breast. He squeezed. His arm quivered with the effort. Her face screwed up in agony. Her knees weakened and trembled.
"Now now, none of THAT shit," he told her. He started toward the seesaws again, using her breast as a handle. She followed swiftly, docilely trotting along to keep herself from being stretched or worse.
She still wondered fearfully, when they ordered her to bestride the board, backward. Trembling, chewing nervously at her lower lip, she obeyed. She was ordered to lie back. She did, grunting at the strain of reclining on her back with her legs astraddle the board and dangling off it. The posture exerted tensing pressure on her thighs where they joined her body, tightened her stomach like a drum, and made her quiver in every strained limb.
She was also terribly, demeaningly aware of the way her pose displayed her naked pubis and its doubtless gaping lips.
"Now stretch your arms back along the board, over your head," Tonio said, and she did. He lashed them there, securing her to the board with the supple, plastic-wrapped electrical wiring.
Despite his beer gut, C.P.'s belt was barely long enough to go around both the seesaw and her tucked-in little waist. She squirmed and gasped as they forced it together. They dragged it far enough through the buckle to get the tongue into the first hole. And she was belted down, almost breathlessly, with the smooth leather nipping into her flesh.
The chains were still around her ankles, and the swings were still connected to the chains, heavy weights she'd had to drag around behind her all night. It was a simple matter to drag both swings under the seesaw and loop one around the other so that the chains were tangled.
Except that her legs dangled, just touching the ground with her feet, she was as if on a rack or an operating table. Hands and waist strapped down, ankles immobilized. It was not an encouraging or cheering thought. She was grievously aware of being nakedly displayed, completely at their disposal. She was theirs to do with what they wanted, and she was powerless to interfere in any way whatever.
The seesaw jiggled, with her head almost at its fulcrum and her arms stretched back past it. It felt tottery ... which, she remembered, was why the things were called teeter-totters.
She groaned when they raised the lower end. Her body tried to slide backward. The sides of the wide plank abraded her inner thighs. The buckle of CP.'s belt gouged at her stomach. She felt the blood pouring into her lowered head to dizzy her.
"Boy, doesn't that position do beautiful things to her tits?" Vint enthused. "Me for those jugs!"
To do what? she wanted to shriek, but her only sounds were the little whimpers that crept from her compressed lips. They had demeaned and debased her. But she had been a party to it, she knew. Every whine, every moan and groan, every tear and loud cry she'd uttered had been a partx]f her humiliation and degradation. Now she was determined to be ... that word. Passive. Quiescent and acquiescent. Quiet and still. Brave. Surely that would sorely limit the fun their tormenting of her gave them! Her only hope lay in passive submission.
Vint's body loomed above her. His roundish, not unfriendly face looked down at her naked breasts. He began to caress tne resilient balls of silk that attracted him. He stroked the soft slopes, pressed the flesh of that milky bosom. His fingers and thumbs moved over the skin, palpating it gently as though he were a masseur and she a customer he was most anxious to please.
But she could not enjoy it. She was too tense and fearful of what he might do. Nervous about what he was working up to. Certainly there had been no indication, from that first moment they snatched her, that they were concerned with her pleasure.
The big man's big hands continued their bold, brazen manipulation of the nude flesh jutting arrogantly up from her chest. He toyed and caressed and fondled until the tightly crinkled nipples burst forth from their pink circles to swell into tight protrusions. He smiled, watching them rise and stiffen.
Watching his head starting to' descend, Sarah whimpered. Her belly tensed against the tight-drawn belt. His eyes were fastened on the tumescent berries topping her up-thrust breasts, but it was his mouth that sought them. Again she gasped and tensed; His mouth glided down over the vibrant flesh. But he did not bite. His mouth was like that of a great child, nursing at her red-nippled tits.
Her little moan was not of pain, which was new humiliation. Almost instantly, with his mouth thirsty on the haughty little projections of her nipples, she felt a powerful wave of desire and pleasure roll through her.
"Um-umm-ummmmm," Vint hummed, sucking and fondling, tipping her nipple again and again with his tongue.
She tried to writhe beneath his- nuzzling face. Her whole body jerked, and twisted, but she was held fast to the seesaw. The belt gnawed at her belly and her rump still burned and smarted against the rough wood. She twitched convulsively, feeling the heated tingles that prickled through her shuddering, ecstatic tits and into her abdomen.
"Nice, huh?" Tonio said. "Me, I've always had a hankering to eat me a mouthful of wet comey pussy!"
"O-o-o-oooo-o-oh!" Her thighs flexed and her calves bunched in her efforts to escape that seeming threat. But she was not going anywhere. She remained theirs, theirs to use, lying helplessly on her back at their disposal. Her wide parted thighs made her open and accessible. The dainty lips of her puckered, deeply-pink cunt lay parted and unprotected, a silent beckoning invitation to lust.
Tonio's hand slid over her drum-taut belly and down through the delicate tendrils of her pubic fur, soft and smooth as cygnet down. And clean, glossy, after her laving of herself in the pool. His fingers stroked the lips. The petal-soft folds twitched prettily and excitingly, helpless and trembly under his touch.
Fresh lancets of heat wriggled into her belly. She sighed, emitting a little sound that was part cooing and partially a moan. She lay bound, waiting in quiescent and slavish ^ openness. Smiling down at the loveliness of her divided loins, he caressed the fluttering skin with gentle fingertips. She sighed again, gasping in surprise and .. .-rising pleasure.
Vint continued sucking intensely at the erected berries of her nipples, his lips moist and parted and his wet laving tongue constantly on the move. Sharp hot tingles quivered through her as he kissed and suckled with rising ardor.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Tonio's finger tickled its way up and down, up and down the long slit that pierced and divided the bulge of her prominent lovemound. Her legs lay helplessly open in wanton welcome and he leaned well between them to stroke the deeply-pink furrow.
"Unnnnh -NNHHH!"
Her shocked gasp leaped from her in reaction to his finger's moving all the way up to the inner top of that soft slit. There he found the half-buried little node of flesh nestled. Just his touch made it throb and filled her belly with electrifying thrills and hot surgings.
She strained. The strap of C.P.'s belt furrowed and dimpled the skin of her stomach. Chains clinked beneath the seesaw. She sighed out a long quivering gasp when he began gently rubbing that glistening protrusion. Hot thrills swept through her body. She moaned brokenly. Her legs and arms moved langorously, quivering. The thrusting, almost scarlet points topping her breasts surged into Vint's avid mouth. He licked them, titivating them with his flickering tongue.
The twinned pressures in her pubic region and at the big pink sponges of her nipples assailed her body with a molten glow of desire. Flames of lust glowed in her eyes, reflected brightly by the twinkling stars she stared up at. Her lips moved apart to make ecstatic sounds as sharp flashes of desire surged through her captive body.
Then she lurched, surging upward against her bonds as Tonio bent close and sent his tongue whipping up into her yawning cunt. He stabbed it in and out, again and again, a dozen times, making small slurping noises as he moistened her interior, soothed it with his saliva.
She felt the flow of her own inner juices as her inner walls responded to exude their own... saliva. She quivered and groaned, now very aware of her own stiffening little clit. It had risen to begin pulsing and tingling. His tongue swept over it, and she grunted, then cried out in the throes of erotic stimulation.
Biology, Glen had said. Simple biology. And now, knowing all about biology, her captors were applying its undeniable principles to force her body to respond!
Up and down her long, narrow cuntal slash his tongue slid, and each time it reached the top of that open gash it rolled wetly, warmly, over the distended bud of super-sensitive flesh. His own tongue rolled over the tiny throbbing tongue that poked about between her labia.
Violent thrills coursed hotly through her. She made throaty sounds of ever-rising lust, grunting and straining her belly against the hard, hot pressure of the belt that held her so firmly to the long board. She felt herself rising higher and higher toward a climactic seizure... and then she was coming, commmmmiinnnnriggg, squealing in reaction to the squirming groaning twisting orgasm that made her inner cunt clasp like an angry mouth seeking something to champ on.
It was MARVELOUS!
Tonio rose from her loins, and his face glistened with the moisture of both his saliva and her inner fluids. Smiling, Vint too lifted his head from her twitching body.
Sarah lay panting and gasping, staring at the stars, in love with them and with herself and them and Tonio's mouth and life and sex and in love with love.
She was not ready for the sudden descent of Vint's head into the valley of her groin. Not ready for it, and not in need of it, and ... she did not want it. Her clitoris was too sensitive.
She flinched and squeaked weakly as he began to lap at it, trying to suck the little polyp into his mouth and tonguing it and sucking it and mouthing her and running his tongue long and wet in and out of her vagina and stroking her thighs with his cheek and hair and delighting her, tormenting her, assailing her with sex and torture and ecstasy ...
... until a volcano seemed to erupt, blowing its top loose deep in her belly. Again she was hotly engulfed in an irrepressible orgasm of almost unbearable intensity and pleasure. She lay panting, so weak with rapturous satiation that she could not even cry out in the throes of her second beautiful orgasmic experience.
All awareness of the cruel throbbing pain in her rump was gone from her joy-saturated mind.
"No ... oh no, not nowww," she said, but the hand that had now come in between her thighs to toy and fondle her soft, oozing crotch parts would not be put off.
It was Tick, this time. He did not eat her, but squeezed the rubbery flesh of her Venus mount and rubbed it between his fingers. He pushed them swiftly into the hot running slit, thrust as though seeking out her very womb.
"Unnnh . . . Nuh . . . n-no-o . . . no-o-o-o-o-o ..." she gasped, cringing and trying to draw herself in and away from his titillating hand and gentle fingers. Now they felt harsh, like sandpaper over the hard little clit that throbbed and quivered in the firm, soft flesh of her crotch. It was still erotic stimulus, and she could not help the automatic responses of her shivering body and drooling cunt. But it was torment, for she was not ready for more stimulation there. It was too sensitive, far too sensitized, like the very tip of a cock after it has spurted and can hardly stand the slightest of caressing pressures.
But her belly grew hotter and hotter, flaming toward a white-hot explosion of lust that she did not want but could not prevent. She tensed and tightened, shivering and jerking in involuntary muscle spasms. She panted with excitement and rising rapture ... and yet she was already so weak with rapture that she felt she was in danger of losing consciousness.
She was wet, wet with passion and the constantly-relaxed flow from lubricating Bartholin glands deep in her loins. And so weak, so utterly limp, more relaxed than she had been in months, in years.
But his working fingers continued sending waves of rapture washing over her, lurching through her, building and building and BUILDING ...
And there it was again, washing over her, inundating her in rolling waves of orgasm that inundated her itching, burning vaginal passage and the fingers that Tick held steadily within her. Not until he took them completely out and told her, was she even aware that he had wedged three fingers into her sopping pink pocket.
She lay there weary, twitching, her eyes dull and her mouth sagging open. She was too weak and exhausted to close it. Her lips quivered. Glorious, marvelous, wonderful, draining, ennui-creating release! GodohGod, how wonderful it is, how good, how good...
But of course she was allowed no time to reflect on the delightful softening, relaxing benefits of sexuality. Now it was C.P.'s turn. He too used only his hand. Two fingers shot into her with no preliminary at all.
"Uh."
It was the only sound the sex-exhausted girl was capable of making.
But it was repeated, over and over, while he juicily finger-fucked her. Agitating his wrist, he plunged his fingers in and out of the inner flowing lake of her cunt, slimy with her own exudation.
The stars seemed to falter and spin in the black sky above. The moon faded to a pale nimbus as though she saw it through a curtain. Treetops quivered and spun dizzyingly. Her stomach strained against the strap, but her muscles were made of rubber. She was soft, soft, and her only movements were tiny spasmodic quivers.
Fingers, juicy from her cunt, slid up to fondle and irritate her clitoral bud.
She was too weak to protest. She thought surely she was too weak and soft and weary to respond a fourth time.
She wasn't. She began to squirm and sigh under the delightful caresses. Her breasts shook and shuddered, spearing the air with the taut buttons of their deeply red nipples. She was helplessly panting in new desire, surging her hips automatically and without her knowledge, tightening her bruised buttocks beneath her to thrust up against his hand.
It hurt/it was good ... it was good/it hurt...
Then, again she grunted, then shrieked in a fourth rolling orgasm that left her a limp little collection of sweaty white flesh. She could have been whipped with leathern lashes at that moment, and she'd not have been able to move, much less flee. Her wide-parted thighs throbbed where the edge of the seesaw sank into the flesh and interrupted the blood flow. But she felt no pain. She felt little but absolute, overwhelming pleasure.
She hardly felt the rocking of the seesaw when Tick mounted it. He too bestrode it. His hands gripped her soft, soft thighs that looked and felt as though they contained no musculature at all. She tensed, but only slightly. Her puffy pink lips sighed open and were immediately impaled by the bulbous glans of his new hard-on. She gasped. She sighed, not at all averse to being newly impaled by his thick, bulging shaft. Arousal-swollen tissues seemed to clutch it, seize it in a hot soft grip, and drag him into her.
In one long easy thrust he speared the full length of him into the moist, silky gash. She groaned, twitching. She tried to wag the soft cheeks he sought to crush against the rough wood under her. A splinter sank into one softly relaxed cheek, and she could only gasp at the little twinge of pain. She hardly felt it. She was almost fainting in ecstatic aftermath and the new ecstasy of being filled, filled.
Like it or not, she was grooving on the engorged tool that thrust into her like a hot brand.
He wasted neither time nor gentleness. He used her. He thrust hard, piercing and exciting her in a deep engorgement that sent his frantic plunging pole of rock-hard heat deep into her juicy and squirming guts. Feeling her quivering attempts to move, he leaned his fist on her flaccid belly and pulled loose the belt. She was. so relaxed now that he could have tightened it a couple of notches. Flipping it away, he hunched forward another inch, so that his prick sank to its full slippery length into her vaginal vortex. He grinned down at it, the black shaft plugging up the soft pink lips of her quivering, so-white body.
He got up onto his knees on the plank without pulling his cock out of her. He hunched over her supine body. With his hands on the wobbly cushions of her soft white tits, five-legged black spiders on the snowy mounds, he pulled back, hesitated a beat, and then sank his cock swiftly back into the yawning intersection of her thighs.
" Unnnnnnnngh! Ah!"
She was spongey and humid inside, thrusting and squirming up against him. The throbbing contractions within her hot hole and the welcome presence there of his piercing length made her gasp and shudder. Her hips rotated, rocking so hard that the seesaw shook. Her wet come-filled depths caressed the length and warmth of his cock. He jerked it in and out of her with ease, in a steady drive toward the pinnacle of lustful delight.
Quickly, instinctively, her movements became rhythmic. The rough wood that abraded and thrust slivers into her rump's squirming cheeks was hardly noticed. She couldn't be bothered worrying about a little discomfort, not when she was impaled and delighted and loved by the thick black club that she now remembered fondly, since it had been a source of knowledge to her: the ease of making a man supremely happy.
Now he would be happy again, perhaps as soft and warm and wearily happy as she, all drained with orgasm. She tried to will her lower mouth to clamp down on him as the sighing mouth of her face had done earlier.
Their bellies slapped together. Fiery thrills tingled in her cunt, all around the big shaft imbedded in her and jarring her, deep and warm. She squirmed and moaned, exerting her strength to hold and caress and milk him in the thirsty hollow of her womb. Gratefully, shivering, her belly accepted its deep plowing.
His strength and long lunges riveted her to the rough board, stabbed far into her, caressed the quivering flaccidity of the walls lining the hot velvety mush of her cunt.
Then, sighing and looking upward, he thrust as long and hard and far as he could. He came, unleashing the river of lust that seethed within his balls, shooting it into her in surging ejaculations that bubbled in her hot pussy.
Still almost limp in the utter relaxation of her multiple orgasms, the quiescent girl sighed and quivered, receiving libation number four into a soft body that had been tight and virginal and hardly touched just a few hours before.
Chapter Nine
"That little bitch is so relaxed," C.P. said, playing with the pink erection he had pulled out of his pants, "so damned soft and loose she won't even feel this thing go up her ass."
"Un . . .nnnnnno-o-o-o-o ... no please, not in my ... my back ..."
"How do you want her, C.P.? You've sure waited long enough!"
C.P. looked around. "Just as soon she didn't enjoy it too goddamn much," he muttered. "Make it all that much better for mel Hm . .. that big pipe they got over there for the kids to crawl through ... if we draped her over that ... "
"Oh no! PLEASE! DON'T DO THAT TO ME-E-E-E-EEE!"
"SHUT UP, CUNT! I BEEN WAITIN' ALL NIGHT TO FUCK YOUR VIRGIN ASSHOLE!" C.P. shouted.
"Who the shit's gonna hear? She's been hollerin' her head off all night."
"All morning," Tonio chuckled, working at getting her hands undone. Tick's semen was trickling from her parted vaginal lips, staining the seesaw. Tick grinned, wondering if the stain would stay there, and hoping it would. Boy, if the mommies only knew what that was on the teeter-totter!
"Okay ... everybody FREEZE!"
They froze. This time it was not only Sarah's eyes that bulged, but all four of her'captors'. They jerked their heads around, looked at each other, looked around again. All four had automatically hunched into a sort of half-crouch.
"Came from the trees to my left," Tick mumbled. "The car's straight ahead, behind you, C.P. When I snap my fingers we all take off at the same time. Run to beat hell, and stay apart. We meet at the car, and the first one there waits exactly two minutes. Then he goes, regardless of who's not there yet."
"Wait a minute," C.P. whispered nervously. "Suppose ... suppose they shoot?"
"NOW JUST HOLD IT RIGHT THERE ALL OF YOU," the voice from the trees bellowed. "THERE ARE ONLY TWO OF US, BUT WE CAN SEE YOU AND WE'RE ARMED."
"Cool," Tick grinned. "That means they're either both together or the other one sure isn't between us and the car ... they wouldn't split up
THAT way." He tensed, glanced at Sarah, grinned, and snapped his ringers. At the same time he took off running like a champion sprinter at the instant of the starting gun. He raced through the others, digging out for the woods across the playground.
"THEY'RE GETTING AWAY!" the voice called. "HOLD YOUR FIRE, JOE - WE MIGHT HIT THE GIRL!"
"Yeah," Tonio muttered, "cool!" And he took off after Tick. Vint charged after him. C.P. glanced at the girl and emitted a sort of sobbing little moan. Then, ramming his cock back into his pants, he and his bouncing belly whirled around and ran after the others.
Sarah lay there motionless, both frightened and thankful at having been rescued. By the police, she supposed; the voice had said they were armed, and had certainly sounded authoritative. She hoped they wouldn't shoot any of the four. She wasn't quite sure why, but ... she hoped they didn't.
She lay in silence, waiting. She could hear the sounds of violent movements in the brush as the quartet of rapists ... including one cheated would-be rapist! ... raced through the trees and up the hill toward their car. She heard nothing else, and suddenly she remembered that her hands were free. She drew her arms down, gasping at the smarting pains in her shoulders and the shooting little tingles of returning circulation.
Then, grunting and wincing, she sat up. She looked down at her wide-parted legs and the dark spot on the wood between her thighs. Then she realized: because of the way she was bound astride the board with her ankle-chains crossed beneath it, she'd just have to wait till whoever-it-was came and set her free. It would be horribly embarrassing, she knew, to be naked and obviously leaking semen, before strangers!
That's just what I've been all night, she thought. Naked and leaking semen in front of strangers ... and those strangers made me naked and squirted all that semen in me!
Oh my God. It's seemed so long... like forever... Vd forgotten! I'm not the same any more. I'm not a virgin! I've been . . . been. .. fucked, three times, and once in the... the mouth. (No. I wasn't fucked in the mouth. I sucked him off. What was the phrase ... I gave head!)
She shivered. I'm not the same Sarah. I'll never be again. And. . . and. . . what they did. . . that last... my ... my coming.. . so GOOD! It made me. .. made me. .. made me WANT what Tick did, screwing me that last time!
She whimpered, confused. She'd been horribly hurt and mistreated, and she'd have chain marks on her ankles for days. But... she felt so relaxed, so calm and peaceful, because they'd made her come and come, draining all the tension from her no-longer virginal body.
And.. . whether she liked to admit it or not, she knew she had liked Tick in her that last time, enjoyed the secure feeling of his big thing up in her, enjoyed the lovely warmth of his sudden flood of sperm.
She heard the car start, way up the hill. She might not have heard it all, had the night not been so silent. No longer broken by her cries and groans and their barbaric chuckles... She heard it start moving away. She could picture the four passengers, all hunched forward and peering fearfully out the windows, trying to get Tonio to pile on more speed along the bumpy track they'd made pulling into the trees!
Then she heard new sounds in the brush, and she hunched her shoulders a little. It was silly to palm-cover her breasts before her rescuers, after all she'd been through. But she tried to make them smaller, snuggled between her arms, anyhow.
He came out of the trees. He was alone, and he didn't seem to be in uniform. Nor was he carrying a gun. He wasn't carrying anything at all. She could not discern his face, yet, with the moon above and behind him. But the gait looked familiar.
"Glen!"
It was Glen. He continued approaching silently and she was now able to see his face, his eyes. He walked over to the seesaw, roamed her huddled body with his eyes, and then squatted to unscramble the chains beneath the long plank.
"Oh, Glen! Thank GOD you came! They were just about ready to ... "
"Yeah, I know. I heard. You're leaking come, by the way. Does it tickle?" His voice was harsh. Chains rattled beneath her. "Well, now you know what you've been saving your hymen for all this time!"
"GLE-ENNN!"
"Oh for God's sake, Sarah, don't start that again. That's mostly what you gave me earlier. Are you hurt?"
"N ... No, I ... I don't think so .. .o-o-o-o-ohh, Glen! It was so awful! They ... they ... "
"They made a jackass out of you. No no, they made a jackass out of me and a lot of other guys. They made a jenny-ass out of you. Four of 'em, huh? Whew. There ... chains're loose. Careful." He rose, set a foot on the seesaw, and grounded it. Her sweaty buttocks squeaked slightly as she slid a little.
"Oooh ... oh God! I can't ... I can't stand up/" "Hmp!" He jerked his head. "I'd help you, but I can't see how I could help you off that board without touching you, Sarah." "Glen, phaser "Please what?"
"PLEASE don't be like that. So ... so sarcastic. My God, I've been ... they grabbed me, and held a knife at my ... my ... at me, and they brought me out here and ... RAPED me!"
"You're sure you aren't hurt? I notice that's strictly come coming out of you ... I don't see any blood."
"N ... no. That was the ... the th-third time." "Uh-huh. The third time." He shook his head. "That last guy got screwed instead of you, huh? Saving up for your ass ... and I interrupted."
She tried again to ilex the muscles of her legs to rise, but failed. They were like sheets of fire inside, spread and dangling so long that the muscles were terribly stretched and strained and all the circulation was long since shut off. Ow! A splinter entered her butt. It was, she realized, not the first. "Glen ... please ... please lift my ... my leg and put it up on the seesaw."
"Think you can keep from falling off the other side or scooting down?" He did not touch her leg, but appeared ready.
"I ... I hadn't thought of that. I might not be able to ... Oh, GLEN! PLEASE! Just help me off here!" She put out her arms to him.
He stepped forward, slid his hands onto her wet waist, and began raising her. Needles stabbed through her legs. "Owww ... oh ... ahhh." She was able to stand, but only because he held her. He backed up, pulling, and her right leg rose slowly. The foot hurt, dragging across the seesaw. Then she was standing, panting against him.
He removed his hands, and instantly she started to fall. Sarah grabbed him.
"GLEN! Please hold me! Just HOLD me!"
He slid his arms around her and held her naked body to his. After a moment she realized that she felt a tremendous hardness against her lower belly.
"Oh, Glen," she murmured against his shoulder.
"It's ... you're ... you still want me!"
"Biology," he said. "What I said before. Mama Nature. I've got a nekkid woman hanging onto me.
She hugged him, enjoying the feel of her naked breasts squashing against the roughness of his shirt. "Oooooh, Glennn! I wish ... I wish you'd just attacked me, in the car before."
"Sorry," he said into her hair. "I was just one, not four, and I don't pack a knife. And . .. I've never had to rape."
Her hands tightened. "Never had to ... you mean you've ... you've .. .?"
"Uh-huh. Sure. This is the age of the Pill and the uterine coil and so on, Sarah, not Victoria's reign."
She was silent, holding him and being held, thinking about that. Her legs tingled and quivered, but she knew that was because the blood was rushing back through them. She'd be all right soon. Meanwhile ... it was good, being held. His hands felt good on her nakedness.
After a while she asked him, "What about what you yelled? That you're armed, and somebody named Joe?"
He chuckled. She liked the feel of it, ranning through him, with her naked body plastered to him.
She liked the feel of... the feel of.. .the feel of his big hard cock, tool
He still wants me ... he still wants me. ..
"It was the best I could think of. I deliberately didn't get very close before I yelled. I hoped they'd run. Then, when it looked like they really WERE freezing, I knew I'd had it if I showed myself, one guy. They'd have had me for breakfast. So I let them know there were only two of us ... and I was sure they'd run. Rape is a hell of a crime. Stealing property, like. Our grand-daddies ... and some people now ... thought their women ought to be unused. Having a daughter without a cherry hurt her market value, too. Well, then when one of them bolted I yelled that about 'hold your fire, Joe' so the others would know it was safe to take off. They HAD to run, if I was going to be able to carry it off."
"Oh, Glen, you're a GENIUS!" She hugged him tightly.
"Oh yeah, anybody can see that. And those four are stupid, huh? I took a girl out and wound up on Lover's Look and got told off and took her home. She even bounced out of the car to keep me from trying to kiss her good night. Genius. Those four followed, saw a girl alone on a dark old street, and grabbed her. They dipped their wicks and had a ball. And they're gone. They're stupid and I'm a genius, huh?"
"You ... you're a HERO!" She started to say "My hero" and realized abruptly that it was one of the oldest cliches in the movies. But ... what COULD she say? He WAS a genius! He WAS her hero! She hung onto him, squeezing her nudity to him.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Well, where're your clothes?"
She was reluctant to let go of him ... and to be let go ... but she stood limply and nakedly on the seesaw while he collected her skirt and blouse and bra and the one shoe he was able to find. He handed the clothing to her, hesitated a moment, then, with both of them feeling ridiculous, he turned away while she hurriedly dressed. The blouse was ripped and minus one button. The skirt was fine. She decided to carry the shoe.
"Glen."
He turned around. She extended her hand. Across her palm lay an intricate contraption of pink nylon and elastic and straps and buckles. "I don't need this."
He took it, turning it over and studying it, then running his eyes over the front of her blouse. "No," he said, "you don't." He gestured. "Car's that way. You can walk, can't you?"
She nodded, gazing at him, he nodded, started off, and she spoke. "Glen .. . Glen, please ... hold my hand."
They went through the woods to his car, she following, and got in. She asked to be kissed, and she was, without a great deal of passion. He started the car and drove along the winding road through the park.
As they pulled out onto the silent street, they saw a police car. The two blue-capped men stared, but made no effort to stop them.
Where've you big blue heroes been all night? Sarah wondered.
She did some more wondering, and a lot of thinking, as he drove through the silent city to her apartment. She was grateful that he avoided Elm. She'd never be able to as much as drive down that quiet old street without shuddering.
She'd forgotten: "Glen? What ... what time is it?"
He checked his watch. "Five-thirty."
She stared ahead through the windshield. Five-thirty. All this had happened to her in ... in less than five hours! It didn't seem possible. And ...
"None ... none of it would have happened if I hadn't been such a snot and gotten out of the car like that," she said, in a voice hardly ^nore than a whisper. "And ... and that wouldn't have happened if ... if I hadn't acted that way ... up on Lover's Look."
He didn't say anything. He turned the last corner and drove up her street. Dark street, dark houses, parked cars. Her house, the big old house in which she and Katie rented the converted attic. Suddenly she said, "Pull past it, Glen. And stop, right in the street."
He did so without comment. Her apartment was three houses back.
"Glen? Am I ... filthy? Soiled? Am I -?"
"You're still Sarah, if that's what you're asking," he said quietly, half-turning toward her. "Different, and different forever. No scars ... none on your brain either, I hope. But you're still Sarah."
"No," she said, "I don't think they scarred my head." Maybe ... maybe they... healed it? she thought. "I mean ... you're not.. . revolted? Sickened? Uh ... do you ... ?"
"I don't know what you're trying to find out, but try this, Sarah: sorry it's sort of last minute, but how about a date tonight?"
Her eyes were suddenly bleary with tears. "What ... what will we do?"
He shrugged. "Go to the movies, sit around and talk, go dance ... He shrugged again. "What do you want to do tonight?"
"Fix you dinner and sit around and talk or maybe turn on the TV? Here? I mean ... back there? My place?"
"Hey, great," Glen said. "But hmm, that's hardly proper you know. Katie gone and all. What's that old witch of a landlady of yours going to think?"
She'd been toying around with that bull long enough. Now she reached over and took it by the horns.
"Nothing," Sarah said, "if she doesn't know you're there. I mean if you just park along here some place and we go- in now and don't stick our noses out all day. You don't work on Saturdays, do you?"
Glen gazed at her a moment. Then he lifted his foot from the brake and turned the wheel to pull the car in to the curb. Sarah sighed.
Her heart thuttered and she felt very naughty, sneaking up the two flights of outside steps to her attic apartment, her unbrassiered breasts dancing and stirring loosely under her blouse ... and Glen mounting the steps behind her. They were very quiet. Sneaking a man into my apartment.
Me!
Her key was still in her purse, and her purse was still in the car ... Tonio's car. But the special spare key she and Katie kept in its super-secret place, scotch-taped under the landing, was still there. She fetched it forth, sure he was gazing at her rounded butt, naked under her skirt, as she squatted and bent to reach under. Straightening, she hesitated a moment, then smiled and handed him the key. He opened the door and they went into the darkened apartment.
No, he didn't want coffee. Yes, he could understand that she wanted a bath. Beer? Great, thanks. He took it, they looked into each other's faces, and he raised the beer in a silent little toasting gesture. Then he sat back in the old wooden-framed chair in the darkened living room while she got a robe from the bedroom and went into the bathroom.
She bathed, and bathed, and bathed.
She also studied herself in the mirror, and perfumed herself. Then she returned to him. It was just short of six a.m.
"Tired?" he asked, out of the darkness.
"Yes."
"Me too."
She took a deep breath and her heart pounded as she said, "Come to bed then."
In the bedroom he asked, "You and Katie have two beds?" They still hadn't turned on any lights, and he had run into the doorjamb.
"Yes," she said. "But I don't want you in Katie's bed."
She heard his belt buckle jingle, a small tink in the darkness. "Just a security object," he sighed.
"Yes," she told him. "Do you mind?"
"It's where men are at," he told her, and she could only faintly see him, undressing.
"Then you're a security object, yes. And I'm . . . I'm a sex object, right?" Her heart still pounded. This was all very, very new to her, even though she knew she was not the same Sarah she had been five hours ago.
"You'll play hell not being one," he said, "no matter if you got elected president."
"Good," she said and sighed, and dropped her robe to the floor and walked to him in the darkness. She slid her arms around his naked body, so firm and male, and pressed against him. She kissed him.-She felt the restless stirring between them, against her lower belly, and within seconds he was a lot more firm and male. Also hard and long. It throbbed against her belly.
Remembering that he was supposed to be a genius, Glen pulled her down onto the bed, then into it, and covered them both. He held her with one arm and stroked her with another ... and she was asleep in a few minutes. He'd thought so. It took him rather longer, but after a while he too managed to go to sleep. He was smiling. He knew something she didn't know.
Chapter Ten
Glen Hockman awoke with bright sunlight stabbing through the window at his face. Once he'd got himself oriented to the strange ceiling, he wiggled his arm. There was a lot of warm girl in it, softly asleep. He checked his watch. It was 2:30. PM, he thought, wonderingly.
Then he eased his arm from beneath her, wincing at the tingle of returning circulation. H eased the covers back, too, and studied her sleeping body for long minutes.
He'd seen a lot of that body last night. Or rather, this morning. So had four other guys.
He got up and closed the drapes, darkening the room considerably but still not approaching the darkness of night. He stood there naked, gazing at her thoughtfully. Then he went to the bathroom to get rid of his usual awakening piss-erection. Wary of noises, he didn't flush, but returned to gaze at her sleeping, semi-curled whiteness some more.
Then he got dressed and went home.
She called at six o'clock. He checked his watch when the phone rang, and grinned when he heard her voice. Oh, you're a clever bastard, he told himself.
"WHEN DID YOU LEAVE?" She sounded close to hysterics.
"About two. How d'you feel?"
"I ... I expected to wake up and find you here!"
"Um. I remembered something I had to do, and I didn't want to wake you up."
"Well... did you do it?" She still sounded panicky.
"Yeah."
"Are you coming back over?"
"Hmm. What about your dear old landlady?" He glanced around his apartment.
"To hell with Mrs. Brown!"
He grinned, clapping a hand over the phone to mask his chuckle. He wondered. Was the girl really turned on to sex? Was she just scared to death he didn't find her attractive any more? Was she acting upon a normal-enough desire to reward him?
"It's just after six," he told her. "At seven I'll go out and get two big pizzas with everything. Ill be back by seven-fifteen. I'il expect you then."
"But I ... I was going to fix you sup ... how do I get there?"
"However you usually get places," he told her. "But understand this. You come over here and have some pizza and beer with me, you're going to get raped. And you aren't leaving. Put your toothbrush and whatever in a bag and tell Mrs. Brown you're going to visit your cousin."
A long silence. "Glen? You ... you ... are you really ...? But... I mean I've never .. .raped?"
"Yeah, raped. If I don't hear from you again by five of seven I'll assume you're coming, Sarah. See you." And before she could say anything, he hung up.
After that he did some more thinking, and made some more preparations, and at seven o'clock the phone had not rung. Whistling, he went down and over to Mario's. He moved slowly. He told Mario no rush, and let the couple that entered just after him get their order in first. He drove leisurely back. He parked his car in the lot behind the big apartment building, walked inside, and took the elevator up to his floor.
She was wandering around in the hall, looking nervous but trying for anyone else who might come along, to look as though she knew what she was doing. She stopped and stood there staring at him.
He walked up to her, kissed her, and fished out his key. He swung the door in and smiled, bowing.
Sarah went in. He entered after her and made a production of locking the door, so she couldn't fail to notice.
They ate the pizza and drank their beer with little conversation and much exchanging of looks, followed by a hasty looking away. The air itself seemed thick with sexuality and something that lay between the positive of anticipation and the negative of apprehension.
"Are your breasts sore?" he asked.
She shook her head, studying her pizza. "No."
"Good. You don't need to wear that bra you've got on, you know."
"I know."
Another time he asked, "Are you sore in the vagina?"
She jerked her head up at his free and casual use of the word, but after all... she had heard both "cunt" and "pussy" last night, over and over.
"Not really," she said, and she volunteered information: "My legs are sore, from stretching and strain. I think there's a strained muscle in my back, from being hung from the jungle gym."
He nodded and drank, and she noticed he was emptying his can of beer. "Can I get you another beer?"
He nodded. She brought him another can from his refrigerator.
A little later he asked, "Which one did you suck off?"
"How di ... how do you know I did?" she asked, her head snapping up, but he did not answer. She looked down. "Tick. The black man."
More silence. Then, "How do you like having things done to you now" Sarah?"
Her face darkened. "I ... I don't want ... I was
RAPED, and hit, and treated awful! I don't want to answer that. Don't make me answer that!"
He smiled. "That's an invitation. You're saying 'make me tell you.' How do you like having things done to you now, Sarah?"
Her voice was barely audible: "I... like it."
"I have something for you," he said, and drew a little card out of his shirt pocket, an index card with careful printing on it. She took it, looking questioningly into his eyes, and read it. It made her compress her mouth against the little moan she did not want to emit ... because she did not want to admit it was there. She looked up with eyes seen shimmering through a mist of tears.
"You think-"
He nodded. "Sure do."
She looked down at the card again. A little shiver ripped through her body, wrinkling and re-wrinkling her blouse where it stretched tautly back in folds from the thrust of her breasts.
"Read it aloud," he said.
She glanced up, bit her lip, looked at the card again. "Those who -' I CANT!"
He took the card from her trembling fingers. "Doctor Ludwig Edelberg," he read. "Those who wanted to be raped regarded sex as something wrong, and by accepting the humiliation attached to its execution they tried to rid themselves of guilt and remorse."
"That's AWFUL!"
"I don't think so," Glen said. "All that's awful about it is that it has to be that way with some people. You got grabbed. You got hurt. You were terrified. They mortified and humiliated you. You got screwed. In the mouth, and three times in the usual place. And you'd have gotten it in the back, too, if I hadn't interrupted them when I did."
She gazed down at the beer she turned around and around in her hands. She didn't say anything.
"Maybe you're even mad at me, subconsciously at least, for interrupting them."
"Glen!"
He shrugged. "You're here. I told you I'd rape you."
Sarah forced herself to look into his eyes, meeting his steady gaze. "You know ..." she said softly, "you know that I was ready... this morning... for ... for sex. With you." She waited, holding his gaze with a great effort, but he said nothing. At last she had to add, "Besides, you were kidding."
"No I wasn't."
She trembled, beautifully. He smiled. Her eyes widened a little, then narrowed. Slowly she put her head onto one side. Almost, she smiled. And she shivered again.
"Finish your pizza," he said.
"I've had all I want."
He slid his empty plate under hers and stood up with a fluid movement that made her realize he was both youthfully supple and strong. "Get me another beer then," he said.
While she brought out and opened another beer for him, he put the leftover pizza in a bowl, covered it with a saucer, and pushed it into the refrigerator. The big round paper plates from
Mario's, he folded and jammed into his trash container. Then she handed him the beer. He flipped off the kitchen light that had been on all along. They returned to his living room, and she noticed how dim it was, with only the little TV light on.
"Here," he said, "drink some."
"I don't want -" M
"Have some beer."
Her eyes locked to his, Sarah took the cold, sweaty can and drank. She handed it back and watched him finish it off with his head back. He set the can on the little table beside the couch and reached for her. She was willingly available. His hands slid over her waist and sides and his mouth cherished hers, then exerted more and more pressure. Her lips sighed open before the pressure of his tongue. Only after it was flicking in and out of her mouth did she realize the symbolism. She held him, sighing under his lips.
"Now stand perfectly still," he told her, "with your hands at your sides."
She did exactly that, trembling, as his hands caressed and pressured the swelling warmth of her breasts pushing restlessly out against her blouse. Her only reaction to his beginning to unbutton the prim white blouse was a tiny gasp ... and renewed trembling.
He bent his head to kiss the deep crease between the cups of her well-filled bra, where it jammed the inner curves of her breasts together in tight cleavage.
Next he unhooked her skirt and drew the zipper down. Standing before her and looking straight into her eyes, he placed his hands on each of her hips and eased the skirt down until it cleared the fine broad flare of those womanly hips. It dropped the rest of the way by itself.
She wore brief black panties ... over pantyhose. He stroked the nyloned hips.
"I like the pantyhose," he said, "but not the pants. Take them off."
She obeyed as though in hypnosis, moving gracefully to slide the nylon briefs easily down her nyloned legs. With her blouse hanging loosely, unbuttoned all the way down, she stepped out of her panties and skirt atf the same time. Before she could straighten, he had flipped back the halves of her blouse to seize her breasts.
"Uh!"
His hands moved over the fullness of those firm, missile-shaped tits, slid beneath to cup the soft globes. Her breathing quickened still more at the feel of his fingers pressing and squeezing their firmness.
"Uh .. .o-oo-o-ooh Glennnnn!" she sighed, and made a tiny whimpering sound when he released her.
"Take oft that blouse."
She did, hesitating a moment before allowing it to flutter to the floor. She stood before him in the semi-darkness, her breasts heaving in their nylon holsters, her body otherwise dressed only in sheer pantyhose that made her thighs and calves and hips all the more interesting ... and that did not conceal the darker shadow of her triangular patch of pubic hair. A few errant strands poked wickedly through the fabric.
Again he bent to kiss her cleavage and the rising white hillocks on either side of it. This time his hands caressed not only her hips but around, to the jutting fullness of her buttocks. She tensed them, letting his palms feel their musculature.
"Now take off thatubrassiere."
"Oh .. . Glen ..." She blushed and sighed, her thighs tightened, and her turbulent" breathing made her breasts heave up and half out of her brassiere.
"Take - off - your - bra."
She started to obey, and deliberately he made it harder: "I want to see your bare tits."
"O-o-o-ohhh..."
But she closed her eyes in servile acceptance. Her thighs, without her knowledge, edged apart. She performed the womanly act of hunching her shoulders a little, leaning partly forward from the waist as she put her hands behind her to the straps of her bra. For the second time in twenty-four hours, she dutifully bared her breasts at a male command. The exquisite white canteloupes swung out, free and unencumbered, tossing from side to side and bobbling luxuriously as if dancing in celebration of their cool freedom.
The brassiere joined her skirt and panties and blouse on his carpet. His hands leaped out to close on the liberated treasures of her bosom and she gasped, then sighed.
"Feels .. .so-o-o ... goo-ood," she murmured, putting her head back and surging them into his warm hands.
His fingers tweaked the turgid crests mightily, making her moan, and he clasped the great warm swells of her tits to give them a loving, generous massage. She gazed at the meeting of wall and ceiling beyond his head, and her eyes were misty. Her nostrils flared witji the growing excitement of her breathing.
He tightened his fingers, moulding the resilient contours, pulling so that they slid to the center of the gentle hillocks twitching and bobbing before her. Smiling, gazing raptly at them and delighting in his actions, he pushed them into a multiplicity of interesting new shapes. He made them jiggle and flop up and down and back and forth, rolling heavily on her chest. Bending his head, he worried with his teeth the hardened red crowns, making her moan and jerk her shoulders slightly forward.
Her twitching fingers touched his cheek, drew away, clamped onto his head. The nipple grew thick and hard in his mouth, itching and taut with desire. He moved his face swiftly over to tongue and suckle its twin into identical erection. Then he used his palms against the flaring outer rounds, cramming the two cream-filled globes tightly together. Again he bent his head, this time to lick the slender line between them. The pointed crowns pushed against his cheeks, bracing his face.
"I like them in the unfettered state," he told her. "Your tits are too lovely, too firm to cover up and cram into that awful holster. Any time you're around me, I want them free under your clothes."
She nodded and her reply was a whisper: "Ye-e-e-es-s-ssss..."
Framing her face in his hands, he kissed her. She responded strongly, undulating her naked body against his clothed one and holding him to her with tensing arms. He freed himself and began to push his hands together, forcing her mouth open into a helpless O. Into that hollow he then ran his tongue, in and out, again and again, and once again she understood the symbolism.
She sucked at the moist tip of his plunging tongue. As though of their own accord, her hands surprised her by moving to his fly and the tremendous throbbing hardness there.
"That's right," he said into her mouth. VOpen my belt. Open my pants. Unzip me. Take it out."
She quivered. "Oo-o-o-hh ... "
He dropped a hand to slap her hip, the fingers just snapping onto the beginning swell of that buttock.
"Uh," she gasped, and sighing, she obeyed. It was difficult work. She had never opened a man's pants before. She got the belt buckle open, and the zipper down, and she reached within to find with some shock that he was already naked within his trousers.
"I didn't put any underwear between us as you did," he told her, wincing in a shock of delight when her fingers moved softly over his thumping big hard-on. He took one hand from her and used it to open the hook at the top of his fly. His trousers shot to the floor.
Sighing and leaning heavily against him as though weak, she played with his cock. It jumped and throbbed in her hand, relaying to her fingertips the cadence of his heartbeat. It was swift.
"Stand there," Glen said, and he stepped back. Swiftly he toed off his shoes and removed his trousers, then his shirt. That was all he wore. Her eyes dropped helplessly to the high throbbing pole that stood before his lower belly. It was a deep pink, nearly red, with'an ever darker mushrooming knob of a glans that already glistened with a little sheen of anticipatory moisture.
He saw just the tip of her tongue slip out between her lips as she gazed in hypnotic thralldom at his cock.
"They're ... so beautiful... when they're up ..." she murmured.
"It," he said, "not they. But as long as you brought up the subject ... not to mention my cock ... I'll have some of what you learned how to give, last night. Come here."
Almost casually he took one surging out-thrust breast in his hand, tugging as he started past her. She turned quickly, trembling and quavering with a warming sensuality that seethed deep with her. He sat down on his couch, naked, his legs apart. He still gripped her breast in one hand, and he tugged it.
"See how it throbs? It wants your mouth."
"Oh-h-hhh ... Gl..."
"Put your mouth on my cock!"
She knelt swiftly in willing submission. Immediately she leaned forward to use her tongue to steal from his cock's flaring crown the shining moisture there. She transferred it, slightly sticky and tasteless, into her mouth. Then she licked it, circling and lapping at it with her tongue in a series of deliberate acts of wanton titillation. His sigh made her smile and sigh in rising pleasure, feeling her power over him and loving it, loving his power over her that made her kneel slavishly between his hairy thighs. She licked, savoring the tingling in her belly and around her still-thick nipples.
She tongued and licked and sucked, sliding her mouth up and down the hard masculine length of his prick as though anxious to rush him to a fast and explosive climax. Her hands groped and slithered, finding and fondling his tight-drawn balls. Naked breasts heaving, her eyes fluttering and her nostrils flaring, she caressed his pulsating cock in a soft, humid oral cocoon.
"That's enough, Sarah."
Chapter Eleven
Suddenly Glen stood, making her eyes flare as she rolled them up at him. He stood before her kneeling nudity, looking down at the picture of utter subjugation and enslaved helplessness she presented. He smiled. His hands moved to her temples, slipping his fingers into the soft hair.
Then he moved forward and chambered his sexual piston in her face. She gulped and quaked as it thrust in.
Holding her, he eased his long thick cock into the tender haven of her.mouth. She nibbled it gently, and he groaned, tensing his buttocks together. Her tongue slithered softly along its underside. He gasped for each breath.
Then he seized her head and fucked into her sweetly submissive face.
His balls slapped her moistened chin. Her mouth opened wider, forced into a great circle around him, until her cheeks were roundly swollen. Gripping the broad shaft in the tight ring of her lips, she sucked eagerly. Exquisite pleasure coursed through her at being ordered and knelt and impaled. His balls lay bloated and hairy against her chin, shiny and damp with trickling saliva her mouth could not contain.
He stood and impaled and hunched into that softly submissive face until he felt the rising pressure and knew he was close to coming. He was not ready for that. He withdrew the glistening, spit-coated prick.
"Uh .. .ummmm ..." She leaned forward, reaching out for him with her abandoned mouth. He held it at bay until she looked up at him.
"That's enough," he said, and bent to kiss the mouth that had sucked his cock so sweetly. His hands moved over her breasts, squeezing and fondling and making them jiggle, treating them with casual disinterest. She sighed and wiggled, thrusting them eagerly forward into his palms.
He pulled her to her feet as he sank back onto the couch.
Then, before she had any notion of what he was about, he pulled.
She squealed and tried to flail free as he jerked her across his knees. There was no preamble, no hesitation or time for her to gain a breath or even tighten her twitching seat. His bare hand came rushing down to slap one upturned buttock, and it bounced a mile. So did her heart. Her skin prickled all over ... and dampened.
"Ump!Uh!Gle-OW!"
The next blistering smack made her other tight-nyloned cheek sizzle and bounce. Groaning, she realized that the stretch pantyhose that fit so tightly were no obstacle to a hard-swung hand! In point of fact they made the blows harder, because of their tightness and the way they moulded her round cheeks.
She tightened those cheeks together until they hugged each-other with all the strength of fluid inner muscles. "Gle-EEN! Sto-ow!" His palm descending rapidly, slamming down onto her quivering, upturned buttocks, then rising to come rushing back down again.
" O w-oW-OW-OW-O WWWowowOWOWOWOWO-
O-WWWWW!"
He smacked first one bare cheek and then the other. She whimpered and groaned, writhing and squirming under the hard smacking blows that made her backside sizzle and jarred her body to press her naked belly hard against the hairy firmness of his thighs. Both halves of her rump burned like fire, yet they were goosefleshed as if cold.
"P-pl-pfeeease," she murmured weakly, fighting to stem the quiver of her lip. She heard him chuckle and his leg jerked a little, nipping one dangling teardrop of naked breast.
"Please WHAT? I'm going to make this sexy ass of yours bounce until you squeeze your pussy muscles so tight you rupture the lips!"
And instantly sharp hot tingles lanced through the soft area he referred to with such vicious callousness, and the hollow of her thighs went wet, suddenly becoming a cream-lined cunt. Her buttocks blazed, and his fiery words seared her ... and the flame from both somehow rushed straight to her womb.
She cried out as he slapped again, then wailed and screamed at a series of fast-swung, blistering wallops on the bare cheeks of her tremulous ass. He ignored her pleading cries.
By the time he at last ceased walloping her with hard, flattened palms, she was wondering if she had been so swollen of ass last night after the cracking slaps of the seesaw!
She twisted her head around to look piteously up at him, her eyes piteous and her mouth soft, puckered, quivering. "Ooooh .. . it.. .hurts."
His hand slid off one burning rear-globe to rush around her hip and thigh. Swiftly he found the wrinkled pink slit of her cunt thrusting against the tight pantyhose, and he pushed. She groaned. He chuckled.
"You're now wearing pantyhose with a very very wet seam," he said in a voice full of delighted mirth.
"Unnh . . .o-o-o-o-ohhh . . ." Her little moan was one of humiliation, a wordless admission of her arousal at being so soundly swacked across her jumping bottom. She turned her head again floorward, blinking at tears and strands of down-streaming hair. Damned pantyhose, she thought. Why did I wear these stupid things? He'd still have his finger in me if I'd worn stockings!
But he was well prepared. He had done much thinking, and planning, most of the afternoon and particularly after her phone call.
Without her even knowing what he was doing, he slid open the drawer of the end-table beside the couch where he sat. From it he took the short paring knife ... and without touching her flesh with it, he stabbed through the delicate nylon where it was stretched so tautly across the deep crack between her buttocks. It leaped apart, and he dropped the knife back into the drawer. Widening the hole along the seam was a simple matter.
In moments, he had bared both her soft pink creases, fore and aft, without having to remove the sheer nylon tights that moulded her lower body so beautifully. Nudity, he thought, was nice, and always a goal. But he'd take pantyhose with an open crotch and ass any day! and if the manufacturer and the girl didn't provide them ... there was always a paring knife! Pantyhose weren't all that expensive anyhow; let the girl contribute a bit to the cost of a date and sexuality!
He swung her up and around. She allowed herself to be manipulated, loosely, a rag doll in his strong and forceful hands. Clamping his thighs together, he pulled her in toward him so that she bestrode them. The warmth and softness of her inner thighs clamped the outer surfaces of his own. Her breasts danced and bobbed before his face. He held her there with one hand while he reached down to adjust his cock with the other. Then he pulled her forward and thrust her down.
Her eyes snapped very wide. Her mouth went round into a surprised little o. "Ah ... unnnh! Oh ... OHHHHHHHHHHH d-dar-linnnnng!"
In that one swift pull and downward push of her body, he had speared her. The hard warm crown of his cock, so inflexible and yet so silky-skinned, nosed instantly into her open, sleek-haired slit. Well-lubricated with her own inner fluids, what had been a tight unused pussy only yesterday now swallowed him up at a gulp.
She sat there wide-eyed, staring at him, with a cunt that was suddenly and surprisingly full and stretched with hard throbbing cock.
"Oh! Ohhhh . . .unh, . .ummMMMMMMM!"
She wiggled. It flipped around within her ... but only slightly, for she was far from loose inside, only open and well-oiled. Her buttocks were flattened on his thighs. Her legs were bent at the knees, her calves out behind her. She was impaled on him all the way, so that the hair of her crotch blended intimately with his.
She bent impulsively forward to kiss him, grunting a little when the movement nudged her soft inner walls with his big blood-swollen glans. The hard upper surface of the strong shaft thrust upward, pressuring the half-buried little node of flesh at the very top of her fluttering labia.
He returned the kiss, and again his hands roamed the naked bobbling shapes of her breasts with seeming carelessness and insensitivity. He cupped and bounced them, ground the palms against the hardened, seeking nipples. She clung to his neck to keep from being thrust away while she sat impaled. She kissed him warmly and softly.
Her buttocks were wriggling on his thighs with voluptuous undulations. Her calves tensed and her toes strained at the carpet. She hunched her hips, straining to surge them back and forth, stretching her inner self over his deep-thrust bone.
Riding him as he remained seated naked on the couch with her astride his thighs, she wiggled from side to side. She surged her belly, charging maniacally up against his to move his cock within her. It jerked and pulsed like a pounding piston in the searing cavity. Again she jerked her body back and forth, simultaneously thrusting herself down onto him so that the meaty length pounded and seemed to grow in her. It nudged her cervix, sliding toward a seething climax with an agonizing strain and pressure on that coiled inner tubeway.
He met each of her movements with a difficult little upward lunge to drive up into her every inch of the hot, well-clasped pole of lust that she rode. His hands dived beneath her to help her movements by gripping firmly the curving undersides of her buttocks. He aided their up and down motions with willingly cooperative upward pressures. Those soft hemispheres quivered and slapped his palms with each of her strong downward surges. The wild jiggling bounce and swing of her breasts thrust their extruded nipples against his chest and drew invisible little circles all over his skin.
One hand skidded across the tensing, bobbing cheek of ass it levered, slid down the inner curve into the long valley between the cheek and its straining twin. He grinned delightedly, finding that deep crease wet and slippery with her sweat. His finger slid up and down it while she continued to bounce and delight in the way his cock bobbed resolutely in her.
Her eyes went as wide as they had when he had impaled her on himself, and her mouth again rounded into a very surprised circle.
"UH!"
This time it was his finger that entered her, slithering down the furrow dividing her buttocks to find the tight little crinkled hole there ... and wiggling into it. He moved that finger in, and in, to a slot relaxed by her steaming sensuality and slicked by her own sweat.
She tensed automatically, and it was immediately embraced by tight, clutching softness.
"Oh - ohh .. .o-ohhftli.. .OOO-OOO-OOOO-OOO!" she sang, her lips pursed and her eyes bright and wide. Now her every movement impaled her vagina's seething caldron with hardened penis and at the same time impaled her rectal tunnel on his longest finger. His palm bridged the gap, his thumb and other three fingers clutching the firm flesh of her jogging rump.
"Oh! Ah! Unh! Unn-n-n-n-n-nun-UNNNNH!" she grunted, jerking herself from side toside as she bounced astride his thighs. Grinning, twisting his buttocks back and forth on the couch, he met each circular lowering of her ass with a hard thrust between its lower halves and the wide-thrust lips of her cunt.
Then, straining the left arm whose finger was swallowed up within her hot anal canal, he moved his right hand between them. Knowing that her clitoris was aching and pulsing for attention, he laid a hand on her bulging, hot, sweaty mount and pressed one finger to the little bud of her sensuality.
"YEOW! Yah! AAAAA! Um-Um-UUMMMMM! ah-AH-AH-AHHHH!" She bounced wildly, her naked tits flopping, her body streaming sweat, her hips swinging and grinding. Now she was-masturbating herself in every way on his body, fucking her ass and cunt with finger and cock and rubbing her throbbing clit up and down on his fingertip.
" Y ee! Ye-e-e-a-a-a-aeeiini-aahhhhhhhhhhhhhh- uh-uh-uh-uh. .."
Then, suddenly, she threw back her head and shrieked, screaming out her body-jerking, belly-bursting orgasm. Spasm after spasm shook her whole body, and he felt both the hot wash of her newly-released vaginal fluid and the tight grasping pressures of her orgasmic contractions, clutching and squeezing his deep-seated prick.
His hands clutched her hard, holding her still as he considered, for just a moment. But he neither wanted nor thought himself able to hold back his orgasm a second time. He crammed himself rapidly in and out of her, half-standing, and she suddenly sagged backward, and just as his cock started to spurt she slid free of it and toppled onto her back on the rug.
The first arcing jet of semen quivered through the air to land with a splat on the inner curve of her quivering right breast. The second peppered the flesh an inch below. Hie third splashed just beside her left nipple, as he took a quick step forward. She lay jerking and squirming on her back, her face still contorted in climactic lust, as he poured semen onto her.
"Oh God I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry," she moaned, thrashing beneath him ... while he stared and jerked in absolute delight to watch his long-erect cock spit its hot fluid all over her writhing nakedness.
Suddenly she thrust herself up from the floor and grabbed his spurting cock and balls, taking another spurt on her chin. The rest of his ejaculation she took in the mouth, ramming her head far down the long jerking shaft as it pulsed out its lust. She licked the head, made little slurping noises around him, and gulped and swallowed down the last few diminishing spurts of his warm fluid.
Then, when she was sure she had it all, she sighed, let her face slip off the still standing sexual bludgeon, and toppled again backward onto the floor. She lay there sighing and quaking, her legs wide apart in an attitude of total abandon and satiated rapture.
Chapter Twelve
There was no way for Glen to be angry, not after the marvelous experiences of being clamped by her orgasm-contracting vagina, of spewing out his seed upon her naked and squirming body, and finally of having her jerk herself desperately up to suck the last drops from him as though she were painfully thirsty for his come.
He could not be angry, either with her or with himself.
But he was disappointed. What had happened had not been a part of his plan. And she had hardly been raped!
She still lay on her back, on his carpet, at his feet. Naked except for the nylon that sheathed her legs and hips and indented her belly ... but did not cover her gasping vaginal lips, because he had torn it open there and the stretch material had expanded the hole to a gaping gash in the fabric. Now her hands played, as though she were totally unaware of them, in the semen on her wobbling naked breasts and midriff. Her eyes gazed at the ceiling, but he didn't think she was seeing anything but pink bliss. She may as well have had them closed.
Stumbling a little, because he had after all just blown his balls in one hell of an orgasm, he walked around her to the kitchen and returned with another beer. He squatted beside her.
"I'd have gotten that," she said, looking pouty.
"Have some," he said.
She shook her head. "I don't want any! It's cold ... and being hot is too good! O-o-o-oh, GLEN! So GOOD! Oh so GOOD!" She clasped his bent leg and he felt the shudder of her breasts against his skin.
Knowing that someday he'd have to stop or wear a belly, he poured most of the can of beer down his throat in one long gulp. It was cold, just as she had said. But he knew that in seconds it would run his body temperature up several degrees.
And he wanted to be hot again, fast.
Idly, as he finished it off, he knelt on one knee beside her. He toyed with her soft, semen-slicked breasts. She stroked and squeezed his hand, looking at him from dreamy eyes. Then, the can empty, he pulled her up to a sitting position. All soft and warm and clingy, she wanted to hold and kiss him. He responded briefly to her pursed lips, then turned her.
He draped her across the ottoman, bottom up.
"Get up on your knees," he said, slapping one quivery white ass-cheek that he noticed bore no sign whatever of the recent hard hand-whipping he had administered to it and its twin. With several soft little moans, she raised herself languidly to her knees and started to raise her head.
His firm hand on her back pushed her down, so that she knelt before the ottoman and was draped across it with her hands on the floor.
He went around to kneel before her. "Suck it up again," he told her.
She looked blankly at him. "Su ... can I? Will it come up again?"
He shrugged. "I think so. How good are you with your mouth?"
She accepted the challenge. She ran her tongue along the drooping organ, tasting her own vaginal fluids, and tickled her tongue into the curling hair all about its base. Grunting, she cupped balls and spent penis in one hand and played with it with her tongue.
Then she sucked it swiftly into her mouth's warm moist cavity, all of it, to the hairy roots. She gasped around the soft flesh filling her face and she moaned slightly, rolling her eyes hopefully, imploringly up to his face. The sweet flare of her hips trembled and her breasts, dangling down the side of the ottoman, shook before her.
She sucked hard, swirling her tongue around and all over the drooping morsel of flesh.
Closing his eyes, he thought about what he would do with it once she had it high and hard again. His hand ran over the flare of her hips, the rising swells of her buttocks.
Twisting her head, she took the inert penis between pursed, rounded lips. She laved it hotly with her darting tongue, sucked strongly with her cheeks collapsing inward. Her breasts swelled, the nipples thickening to become hard and long and yearning. They swung gently, slapping almost noiselessly against the ottoman. Her darting tongue laved the red knob of his cock with fleeting little circular motions, rimming it lovingly.
"Ummmm-m-m-m-m-mmmmmmm!"
Her eyes dilated. She made a little choking sound. Her mouth and the mental picture he had drawn behind his closed eyes did their work.
She gasped and made a sobbing sound as her tender ministrations renewed the vigor of that thick morsel of flesh. It hardened in her face, congealing to become a thick gag that filled her tender mouth. It was revitalized, hot and throbbing, a menacing and hyper-masculine fullness stretching her lips almost painfully and crushing down on her tongue.
She slid her face back, and it emerged, long and thick and throbbing, glistening with her lovingly smeared saliva. She smiled proudly at him. He saw the smugness of a woman who knows her power. He reached for her head, moving forward a little on his knees.
His fingers cupped her chin, tilting it up, so that he could look into her eyes ... and examine the exciting pink flower petals of her mouth. He moved, and his newly-erected prick kissed those soft lips with its moist tip. Pink arid dainty, those lips again slid around the hardened, massive shaft. Slowly she began to clasp and loosen her mouth around it as it expanded steadily within the warm haven of her face.
He leaned far over her, swinging a hand down and around her swelling hip to find the mossy base of her belly and its firm mound. He slid a finger easily into her, then two. She quivered and sighed around his entrenched prick. He wiggled the fingers within her body, coating them with the fluid that still coated her interior.
"Ummmmmglb! Ummm!"
This time his finger slid with even greater ease into her rectum. She was still coated with sweat there, and his fingers carried her inner fluids as well. He buried the finger in her and made it twitch and circle while she panted around a face full of his cock. He felt the firm clamp of her anal ring and the inner, silk-lined jaws all around his finger, which he began sliding slowly in and out of her. Her hips wagged helplessly.
Draped softly over the foot-stool, she could not move forward without gagging herself on a throat full of engorged penis. Yet his finger up her back constantly pressured her gently forward.
Her alternative was to discover for herself the control of her inner muscles. She sought them out, applied her mind to them. He felt a lessening of the pressure around his finger. Grinning, he arched his hips forward, tightening his buttocks and hunching against her face to seek deeper contact ... and to coat his big throbbing joint with saliva.
Then he eased his finger and his prick out of her, all at once.
"Aaaaahhhhahahhhhhh!" she sighed aloud, quivering all over and dropping her head to rest her straining neck muscles.
He went immediately around behind her. He bestrode her out-stretched calves. Levering himself down, he ran a finger up the center of the quivery crevice between her buttocks, then slid both hands out to their summits. Thus he spread the firm white halves of her flaring, big juicy butt. He pushed his hips forward until the head of his erect and excitedly throbbing organ was nestled between the inner curves.
"I promised you rape," he said, and bored into her.
"YeeeEEEEAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH-HH!"
She jerked wildly, swinging her hips and striving to crawl forward over the ottoman. "AAAOWWW!"
Hanging on, he slid into the tight little hole between the cheeks he continued to pressure apart. Then he released them. Inner sinews gripped him lovingly as he bored up into her hot anal mouth -
"Yowch! AHH! Ah! N-n-n... unnnngh! NO, GL-ah!Unnhhh!"
She jerked her hips no longer. The swollen head of his prick was ensocketed in her hot slimey asshole, squeezed almost unbearably by the taut ring of her anal sphincter. He held it there a moment, a pulsing shaft of hot iron nestled motionless within the deep cleavage of her ass.
"Oh ... oooohhh ... G ... Gl ... Glen ... you ... it's ... hurts.".
"Relax then," he told her quietly. "It's got a long way to go."
Shivers coursed through her, making her flesh ripple and twitch. Inner quakes shook her and slapped her pendent breasts sweatily against the other side of the ottoman. She had broken out all over in a shining new skin of perspiration. Her face was contorted, her fingers curling to dig and gouge at the rug. Her eyes stared widely as she felt the massive log of fire and ice enter her virgin ass and insinuate itself farther and farther within.
She had forgotten about it. Forgotten CP.'s goal. Forgotten that Glen had heard him. Forgotten that she remained virginal in one orifice of her pummeled, opened, spread, plumbed body ... and that this man would want to pluck that final shining cherry and enjoy its juicy freshness.
She felt it flowing in. And in. "Unnnnnhhhh ...
ah! Unnhh..."
And in. Grunting, he pushed, reaming out every wrinkle of the tight track of her bowels with the stiff column of glistening, relentless flesh he forced and drove into her ass. With each little movement of his clenched buttocks his pulsating prick delvad ever deeper and more tightly into the crevice of her anal cherry.
Then his hairy groin tickled her buttocks.
"You are wearing," he told her, stroking the outer curves of the pretty cheeks he impaled, "every inch of me, right up your back."
She sagged. "AAAAHHHHhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn-ggggggghhhhhhh ..." she sighed, feeling herself impaled, feeling every inch and micro-inch of it, and feeling the slow beginning loosening of throbbing inner muscles that were among the strongest her body possessed. She shuddered throughout her naked, drooping body, feeling the final surrender of her final bastion to a relentless invader who breached its defenses and demanded complete submission and acceptance of his strong, pulsing incursions.
She had not believed it possible. She was relaxed around it. It hurt. It throbbed within her, and it seemed to be as big as her wrist ... a pebble in a shoe, she remembered. But... it was no longer ... agony ... again she had been ordered and done it, and she was passive, helpless, waiting ... and .. .it was ... good ...
He withdrew it, slowly, until only the big crown was within her. He watched her backward drift, smiling. The outward sliding hurt as much as had the inward pushing, and her body moved automatically back to lessen that pain. But he had opened her, and filled her until her cheeks nudged his groin. She was open, now. Smiling, he again leaned in to her, pumping his hips forward to drive the swollen head of his cock once more deep into her sucking ass.
"Ummmmmnnngggg..."
She gasped, sagging over the ottoman with her hair and head and breasts hanging loosely.
Again he eased it back and out until he was looking down at the length of the violently pink hilt, with only the glans contained in the hole of her firm, jutting bottom. This time he held himself there, slowly undulating his hips to make that plump and engorged crown wiggle and circle just within her body's final unspermed hollow.
"Youuuuu ... ra-a-a-apeddd ... mere-e," she sighed out, talking to the carpet she was staring down at.
"I am raping you," he said, again caressing her buttocks. "I stole that last cherry you've been saving all this time!"
"UnnnH!" she grunted, quivering, as though his words were a slap across the flanks, rather than the caressing hands she felt. She shivered as he pushed it up into her again. It flowed through her rectal tunnel much more easily, this time.
Again he withdrew and surged back to sink the brutal fleshy pole all the way up between the quaking white cheeks.
Then something happened in her. Happened too fast to give her time to decide whether it was good or terrible and shaming.
His cockshaft seemed to strike hot sparks off the inner cheeks of her rump. Her guts were suddenly quavery with seething sensuousness. The rising tide began deep in her belly, and it flowed. Suddenly she was again wet in the crotch and her clitoris was a hot coal in the furnace of her soaring lust. Suddenly she was not seeking escape, but pushing at the floor with her palms and extended fingers.
She wiggled, rotating her hips in gentle, abbreviated arcs. The burning up her back permeated her entire body to become a searing sexual urge that smothered her in hot sensuality. She could not help herself. She strained hard, pushing, anchoring him deeper and deeper in the full opened length of her wide-stretched anus, until she was totally and unbelievably deeply impaled "on the rampant virility of his cock.
"Urn! Ah! Unh-unh-unh," she gasped, wagging her hips. "Ah!" She eased forward, then thrust back.
"Ummmnnng! Uh-uh-uhhhh! Ah!"
She was still clamped about him, but the almost unbearable pressure all around his big cocky shank had evaporated. He pulled so swiftly that he almost jerked it out, then shoved it strongly back into the little hole of her ass and began to hunch. His hands slapped down onto her, twisting her rounded buns feverishly apart to sink himself another millimeter or so.
And she thrust herself backward, grinding strongly, in a wild rhythm of aroused and uninhibited lust. Her cheeks quivered like firmly resilient foam pillows as he pounded himself in and out of her, fucking her ass as if it were a well-used cunt. His skewering prick snaked into the hot, wide-open sheath until it had driven in as deeply as its length allowed.
He wished for more length, grinding his pelvis against her to crush and flatten her buttocks. They bounced beautifully, wiggling and jerking and plunging in cadence with his long, deep lunges into the tiny hole nestled between them.
She squealed and jerked and twitched helplessly, screwing herself with all her might. Sweat trickled down the rounded sides of the ottoman from her belly and abdomen that were pressed so tightly against its hot plastic surface. It nudged and pressured and thumped her twitching clitoris, and she came squealing, and moments later his hot sperm boiled out the length of his entrenched cock into her clasping rectal hollow, which milked him thirstily.
She felt every spurt and welcomed it and silently bade her body to absorb it, to let none escape.
When he had ceased coming and lay panting over her sweating back, she lay draped over the ottoman in exhausted submission and ecstasy at being a great sexual hole with a body arranged around it. Her sole desire was to keep it well filled.
Chapter Thirteen
Sarah was limp with satiated sexuality when she at last returned to her apartment late Sunday evening. Katie, she found, was not only home but sound asleep, lying sprawled naked on the bed with her mouth open and her legs parted to show the black-furred and pink-lipped slice that opened her body between the thighs.
All Vve missed, Sarah thought, feeling envious. How long has she been screwing? Years and years!
Well, Vve got a lot of making up to do! But not with Glen, the bastard, she mused angrily, running a tub full of very warm water and stripping thoughtfully as she waited.
She hadn't minded when he tied her to his bed, spread-eagled, with two pillows under her naked rump and played with her naked breasts until she begged. Then he rewarded her thirsty, gaping pussy with a finger rather than what she wanted.
After far too many minutes of that she was begging again, whimpering and hunching her body up and down. Certainly she hadn't minded then, even though it hurt a little, when he fucked her hard and violently, as though he were raping her once more.
/ like it that way, she mused, staring down into the tub. That's the way I learned about sex, and that's the way I want it. A little tenderness every now and then, I guess. But mostly ... give it to me hot and hard and rough! Make me passive! Make me a... a slave.
(There was no question in her mind about the four men who had grabbed her and hurt her and so deeply humiliated and degraded her in their lust for the body she had never shared with anyone. She would not say anything to anyone. Let them go. She wasn't sure now whether they wronged her or did her a favor. No, that wasn't it. Certainly they had wronged her. But at the same time... yes. They had opened her up more than physically. They had opened her mind. Yes. They did me a favor ... the filthy clawing rapist beasts!) And Glen ...
She hadn't minded, either, when he had given her another of those butt-bobbing spankings and then entered her almost at once, again thrusting himself up her back and squirting it full of hot sticky fluid. She. shivered, just thinking about it, and she moved swiftly to step into the hot water.
So that's sodomy. That's why Sodom got fire and brimstone! Huh! Said He was a jealous God, huh% I wonder if anybody tried interpreting that story that way ... He was a jealous god, so He zapped Sodom and Gomorrah because they were all enjoying life so much!
No, the whole timie she'd spent with Glen had been wonderful. And then, about an hour ago, he'd said it. They had known they were fucked out, but each of them had wanted one more bout before she had to leave. She had been on her knees, enjoying the position and her nakedness and the implications of her kneeling there before him with his tired penis in her mouth. And he had reached down to slip his fingers into her hair and tug.
"Get it up, pink pussy! Get some head around it!"
Slowly, slowly, she backed her mouth off him. Slowly she looked up at him.
"Glen? You ... you haven't said what made you come to the park, when you found me and ... them. How'd you know to come there... unless ... unless you followed them ? And ... and just now you called me what HE called me. Tick. He called me that over and over and over. Pink ... pink pussy. Because he's black, I guess, and ... a, uh, pink... one is something he's not used to seeing."
He stared down at her.
She gazed up at him. "Glen? HOW LONG WERE YOU THERE?"
He smiled. "Come on, Sarah. Does it matter? Think about it. Look what a marvelous time we're having, what a marvelous time we've had together. Think what your life will be like, now. I'm sure it was awful, and you were hurt. But ... "
She rose slowly to stand naked before him.
"My ... God! You DID follow them. You -you were there ALL THE TIME! You ... you just WATCHED!"
He said nothing.
"You ... you're worse than THEY ARE! And you let me think you were my ... a HERO!"
Suddenly she slapped him, hard. He stood there silently. He stood there while she dressed, and he was still standing there when she stormed to the door.
Just as she wrenched it open, Glen said, "Give me a call if you ever change your mind, Sarah."
"NOT LIKELY!" she snapped, and slammed the door running and whimpering down the hall to wait impatiently, angrily, terribly hurt, for the elevator.
Now she lay back in the tub and thought about it.
MONSTER!
I guess he thought it would be good for me! Sure ... and didn't he enjoy the show, too, the dirty ... Thing!
The door opened and Katie's head peeped in, long, straight black hair swinging forward as she peered around the door.
"Hey, where you been?"
"Out."
"I know that, silly," Katie said. "Secret?"
Sarah shrugged. "Uh ... a date."
"Wow, it's only ten o'clock. Brought you home early, huh?"
Sarah nodded. "Um-hmm. You're earlier than I expected, yourself. How long've you been home?"
Katie stretched her mouth in an arch grin. A finger came around the door to wiggle at Sarah. "Aha! GOTCHA! I happen to've been here since ten o'clock last night!"
Sarah stared at her grinning roommate, arid after a while she sighed and slid down into the water a little more. "Well."
"Your, uh, date start last night, sweety?"
Sarah realized there was no reason to hide it. Suddenly she realized there were good reasons not to hide her new status from Katie. Katie had been Where it was At for years. Katie knew lots of males. Experienced, surely ... if not before they knew her, they were surely experienced after! And ... they would have friends. Abruptly Sarah realized that she was now ready to accept the double dates Katie had been trying to thrust upon her for the past X-Y-Z months!
So Sarah nodded with a little smile, trying to make it as arch if not as broad as Katie's. "Uh-huh!"
"Oh WOW!" In her excitement Katie swung the door open and banged it off the tub. "Oh WOW! At last at last ... our little Sarah's a woman?"
"Katie-"
"Listen, you've got to tell me all about it, sweetheart!"
"Katie -"
"Hmm?" Katie was grinning like a proud mama.
"Ged oudda heah."
Grinning, Katie departed.
Later, Sarah told her ... some of it. She told her it had been Glen, tha\ was about all, and that yes it was lovely and nice and fun and no she didn't love him ... Katie was delighted ... and as a matter of fact they'd had a spat and that was that for Mister Glen Hockman.
And later still, from the darkness, Katie's voice rose: "Sarah?"
"Hmmm?"
"Nice thoughts?"
"Um hmmmmm."
"I haven't been visiting relatives this weekend."
"Ba-a-a-a-ad Katie!"
Katie giggled. "Oh lord YES! Uh ...x m going back next weekend ... or I'm supposed to I mean, he wanted to come here, but..."
Sarah thougit about it. Then she asked, "Has he got a friend?"
Katie's giggle wiggled through the darkness. "It's only ten after twelve. Let's call him and find out."
"Oh, Katie!"
"Well? Let's DO!"
"He ... might be asleep."
"So the phone wakes him up, the big handsome stud! What the heck, a girl's entitled to certain privileges for the sharing of her bod, you know! After ALL!"
"uh..."
"WELL?"
"All right Katie ... so call him,"
Katie's hand must have been poised at the button on the bedside lamp. She called Rex. Rex would be delighted to come down for the weekend. Sure, Dick could come.
Sarah was very, very aware of her fernininity and of the maleness of the men around her, all week. Her boss, Mr. Northrup, wasn't so pretty desirable with his paunch and his square, short sideburns and narrow old tie, but ... he was male, and she noticed how he responded to her new awareness of herself as a female.
So was his star salesman, Bruce Brunner, and he responded too. She loved the dinner, she enjoyed the drinks and the crazy lights and music if not the insane dancing, and she felt deliciously wicked and quite nervous slipping into his apartment.
She knew how to let her lips part slowly to let his tongue slide into her mouth, and she knew how to move hers rapidly and sexily over it. She knew how to pull deep gasps of air into her lungs, to thrust her breasts, and his fondling of the tits that fascinated him and his hands and then tongue on her nipples were lovely. He came into her very quickly, and she thought he was a little rushed, but after all... Then she surged her body up to his, caressing his muscular hardness within her, and dropped back onto the bed, and surged up again as he huffed and panted and tried to drive her through his bed. He came as quickly as he had entered her, and that was that; a little bewildered, she was being hustled back into her clothes, patted and fondled and told how wonderful she was, and driven home.
It seemed a terrible shame, but once she'd managed to get her delighted roommate shut up, she lay there and diddled herself to orgasm. She clutched her own breast as she did. Hard.
That was Wednesday. He asked her out again, for the weekend, and she told him she was busy.
She was busy. She and Katie went out Friday night for a couple of drinks, and a couple of guys joined them, and pretty soon they were all going somewhere else. Then they left there, and the next stop was a motel.
Bill acted as if he'd never seen breasts before. All he could do was fondle and squeeze them. Sarah liked having her big fleshy boobs fondled and squeezed, but Bill acted like he was testing tomatoes or something, to see if they were ripe. Growing steadily hotter, she surged the warm round projectiles into her hands. That stimulated him to palpate and stroke them all the more vigorously.
But he did not lick, or suck, and he did not squeeze really hard. Nor did he play with her clitoris. Or act as if he might want her mouth. She hinted, and he seemed embarrassed and put off, so he didn't bother to make the offer specifically. He talked about what Katie and Jack.were probably doing in the room next door, about three times.
Then he succumbed to the lure of her sleekly curved figure and twitching hips and the furry little cradle between them. She was barely aroused, barely juicy, but he plunged into her without noticing.
He thrust and plunged and bucked and hunched, gasping and grunting and fondling her breasts. She thrust herself up against him and wiggled her buttocks beneath her, although that was difficult because of his dead weight on her. But she tried hard. Too hard. He came in about ten strokes and that was that.
He went to sleep, still lying on her.
She looked at her watch. It was a quarter of one on a Friday night.
She extricated herself and quietly called a cab and went home. And explained and explained and explained to Katie when the other girl came home and demanded to know what had happened.
"Katie? Did you ... did you use your mouth on him?"
Katie stared at her. "On his THING? God NO!"
"Umm ... pardon me sweety, but... why not?"
"THAT," Katie said, "I am saving for marriage!"
And she was both un-understanding and hurt when Sarah laughed and laughed. It had never occurred to Sarah that there were all levels of prudishness!
But Bill had aroused her a little, damn him. After all, she had a vaj-full of pumping male erection. So she had to diddle herself with her finger again, pinching hell out of her nipple with the other hand. By the time she came and curled warmly and langorously up to go to sleep, Katie was snoring in the other bed.
Katie's Rex and Dick were fun. They were both beginning architects for the same firm, and had a little money and a tough car, and they were beautifully dressed and coiffed ... which Sarah was realizing was now a word to be applied to BOTH sexes ... and fun. They showed up at one p.m. Saturday, and they talked a while and then all four went out and played miniature golf all afternoon. Sarah knew that Katie was excellent at the game, but noticed that she lost. Sarah didn't have to help her man feel big and superior. She was probably the world's worst miniature golf player. She took all eight strokes and then picked the ball up to move on to the next hole ... five times.
She knew that endeared her to Dick, who was only a little better, but attentive and fun to be with. He was also a toucher, and she had learned that she was a girl who liked the security and warmth of being touched. She noticed his eyes on her bosom, and she saw him watching, too, the snug area of her flared pants where her legs joined. The double-knit fabric caught there snugly, pulling left and right by .turns with her every move. When he was behind her she could almost feel his eyes burning at the wag of her arrogant hips and buttocks where the pants were so tight and the material gleamed at the summit of each cheek. She wondered if he could tell she was bare beneath them. She thought that was better than the way her panties clearly delineated themselves within the tight stretch cloth.
They left early enough to buy steaks and a bottle of vermouth, then drove back to the girls' apartment. Rex mixed martinis while Katie worked on the steaks and Dick and Sarah made a game of seeing how many items they could find to dump into a salad. It worked out. The steaks were good, too, and there was a good deal of knee-nudging and only slightly-veiled erotic remarks while they ate.
Sarah was washing the dishes when Dick came in and slid his hands to her waist, then down over the flare of her hips, from behind. She felt his body pressing against hers ... and she went all boneless, feeling the hard bulge against her buttocks.
"I'm getting embarrassed in there," he muttered into her hair. "Those two are putting on about the most passionate necking scene on the couch I ever saw." His hands were busy.
"Well," she said, trying to be light as she felt herself melting with inner heat, "so long as Katie keeps her clothes on."
"She isn't," Dick said. "That's just the trouble. All the buttons of her blouse seem to've come undone. And God, she's bare in there." His hands were roaming, roaming her sleek hips and backside. Suddenly the movement of his fingers took on a new form. He was exploring, checking.
"Damn," he whispered, straight into her ear so that she shivered, "you're bare in here too."
"You'd, ah, better go away before I break a few plates," she warned.
He didn't go away. They put out the kitchen light. It was dark outside and there was no light in the living room, but they could see the other couple on the couch, dimly. They heard their loud breathing and rustling movements. With his hands on her waist, Dick turned Sarah and met her mouth with his as she came around to face him.
His tongue slid between the lips of her open mouth like a snake's, flicking about within the warm moist hollow. She moaned and clutched him, caressing his tongue with her own. Then she stood transfixed when he drove his warm tongue as far into her face as it would go. She sucked it, moving her hips in little squirming motions to rub his body with hers. His hands slid up and down her waist, roamed her hips, crept behind her to pass over the full swell of her rump. He cupped the firm cheeks strongly, forcing her groin against his. She moaned again, pressing against him.
He started to move toward the room's one big easy chair.
"No," she whispered into his mouth. "This way." And Sarah took him into the bedroom. Her body made squirming up and down motions, helplessly enveloped in sensuousness, as his hands slipped in over her full, tightly-sheathed thighs to the area where they joined her body. He rubbed her there with a firm hand. He kissed, and rubbed, and five minutes later she found herself wearing only her bra and gazing at a man, dimly seen in the darkness, who wore only his shorts. She was not sure how it had happened. Had she undressed, or had he done it? Had she undressed him, or had he? She was never certain.
Again his hands ran over her hips and thighs and buttocks and the hollows between her thighs and her soft cunt, but this time there was no clothing between the warmth of her flesh and the delightful cooling pressures of his hands. Again his tongue sought her throat, and again she sucked it strongly.
I'd love to suck your big thing too, she thought, and the thought and the mental picture it evoked made her shudder as in a cold wind.
He relieved her of her bra, then, and the warmth of her breasts popped free of the cups into his waiting hands. He cupped and pressed and loved them with his hands. His fingers moved over the curving contours, came to the rubbery little nodes at their tips. With his thumbs over their gentle thrust, he jiggled his hands, shimmying and shaking her breasts so that the white spheres danced excitedly in his palms. His thumbs bore down, as though he had an irresistible urge to squash the ripening buttons back into their breasts. The nipples, like little pink pearls, were already tight and thick. They stiffened still more under the loving pressure of his ever-moving fingers.
She was moaning, arching her chest to fill his hands with the hot aroused balls of her bosom. Her belly rubbed his, urging the hungry little mouth at its base against the hot bulge of his sex. Her hands slid his shorts down his hard hips. She released a little cry when his big organ popped out to thump against her stomach. An exquisite sensual haze began to rise about her.
One of his hands slid down from her breasts, over the gentle arch of her belly, and to the wanton lips of her humid cunt.
"Ann!" she gasped aloud, thrusting herself against his hand.
With one ringer he tickled just within, exploring the warm soft vestibule, feeling her liberated juices. She hunched breathlessly, clinging to his shoulders and striving to devour his finger in the hot mouth it teased.
He got out of his shorts and took her to the bed. She released a ragged cry and fell forward onto it when he slipped a finger swiftly into her, then out again just as quickly, giving her only a hint of the pleasure to come. She bounced on the bed, turning swiftly. She extended her arms to him. He came swiftly, moulding their heated bodies together side by side while he kissed her and played with her quivering, tight nipples. He left her, suddenly, and she moaned a little at being robbed of his mouth and his hand all at once.
"Ummmm - aaAAHHHHH!"
His probing hands parted the wealth of fine silky hair at her crotch and eased open the soft folds. Bending his head swiftly, he -tasted the slithery little lips he exposed, quivering and glistening. The touch of his hands and mouth there was like the searing touch of a hot iron. She lay in a delightful haze of rising sensuality while he lapped and kissed her mounded cunt and erect little clitoris.
His hands slid down her quivering flanks, eased beneath her, palmed her- buttocks. Kneeling, he raised them, urging her crotch up to his face. She could feel the heat of his breath, the gentle pressure of his nose and the stabbing thrusts of his tongue, the firmness of his forehead and the tickling little teasing of his hair. Her sighs and gasps of pleasure quivered in the silent, darkened room.
He ate her deeply and thoroughly, while she lay quivering and groaning and clutching at his hair.
His head began bobbing rapidly in and out of the flowing wet hollow between her quivering thighs. His tongue lapped and stabbed at her clitoris as though he knew all about the potent force of her libidinal drive. She forgot the other couple in the next room.
She came, screaming and panting and perspiring, and instantly he was moving swiftly. She felt his penis graze over her pubic hair. Her body jerked to capture it as he stabbed it forward. It seemed just to graze her slippery lovelips in a sudden forward slither that made her gasp. She bore down on it with inner walls that were still clutching in orgasmic contractions.
"Ah! A-a-h-h-h-h-h-hHHH ye-esssssssss," she hissed, reaching out for him to pull him up onto her breast as he pushed into her, swiftly and easily.
Even as she reached her quivering climax in a squealing burst of ecstasy, he had filled her with the full, hard rubbery length of his cock. Her legs jerked up. She hoisted them completely free of the bed to straighten her vaginal tube into a hot wet tunnel that sucked him joyfully into its very depths. Tightening her buttocks beneath her, she began to squirm and jerk, moving up and down.
She began murmuring "Pierce me... rape me ... fill me deep .. .aahhhhhkhh ... deep ... deep..." in rhythmic gasps in time with their thrusting. Her eyes were bright, shiny in the dark and flaring, beneath long quivering lashes. Her mouth was open and panting. She moved in a maniacal fashion, hunching and writhing wetly up against him in an effort to swallow him up into her belly's hot chasm, balls and all.
She wanted more than he gave her. He was gentle, a man who had first sucked and licked her to orgasm. Now he made slow, long-stroking love to her. He held his weight off her, propped above to watch her face. She sought to urge him to greater efforts, with fingers curved like talons. He winced, smiled, and continued his long slow thrusts into her.
Time and again the hot wet mouth of her cunt jerked forward and up to impale itself on his thick, slowly-moving cock. A heavy sheen of perspiration glistened on the smoothness of her skin. Her legs shot up and locked around him, squeezing and pulling him, as though she was determined to fuck herself senseless. The warm, wet secretions of her clutching vagina enfolded and bathed his... his somehow lackadaisical .prong, making him pant with desire and surge his hips strongly on the instroke. But he did not speed up the long, easy tempo of his stroking in her.
A week ago, just eight nights ago, she thought, grinding her hips and her teeth, J was an anguished and degraded victim, being beaten and fondled and tied and chained by four vicious barbarians! All I could think about was the pain and humiliation and degradation of it ... and wonder what it might be like with tenderness! And now... and now damn it, damn it to hell, DAMN IT, all Vm getting is sweet tenderness and gentle loving ... and I wish he'd pummel me, slap up and down on me, crush my breasts, try to tear me open inside, squeeze my breast ... something!
Treating her to the very best of his expertly tender lovemaking, he hung above her on his trembling arms and eased his big prick in and out, in and out, in and out...
/ should be loving this! Vll bet I would, too ... if Vd been taught to appreciate it! By being whopped on the tail, maybe ... she shivered, and he smiled and held it in her a moment, proudly ... or mauled a little and made to suck him, had him ram me in the face a time or two... THEN Vd want this tenderness! Then Vd appreciate it! That darned old Frank Sinatra song ... show her a little tenderness! Humphf! Sure, I want tenderness. A woman needs it. But damn it, damn it DAMN IT, there oughtta be a companion song too ... and give her a little roughness!
She closed her eyes, hunching and wiggling beneath him, and her mind wandered from the man who was fucking her so beautifully, so sublimely. She imagined hot merciless hands twisting her tits ... fervid hot cocks running in and out of her like bludgeons, trying to bash her and smash her ... jerking, pistoning, sweating buttocks hurling a big male dork deep and hard into her cringing depths . . . firm, quiet-voiced commands ... pink pussy ... a big coldhot log striving, and working up into her squirming little asshole...
And she came, grunting and gasping and sighing beneath him. Again he smiled in pride and pleasure ... from having brought her pleasure ... and his tempo increased, almost lunging in and out of her gushing cunt.
Later they learned that the other couple had made it in the living room, on the couch. They all sat around naked in the near-darkness and drank wine over ice. Sarah realized that they all felt just frightfully wicked, so casually naked this way. She supposed she felt a little wicked, but not all that deliciously.
What do they know!
Later, in bed, Dick applied his mouth to her pussy again, but this time she wriggled around to get her mouth at his crotch, too. It surprised and perhaps shocked him. He was very still, obviously restraining himself from fucking her face. Once, just for fun, Katie jumped out of the other bed, ran over in the dark, and slapped Sarah's naked rump. Sarah squealed and shuddered, feeling hot jolts of rising lust in her. She thought Dick had done it. But it was only once, and Katie's little hand at that. She sighed and went back to sucking him off.
He was astonished that she swallowed it.
They went to sleep and awoke Sunday morning to find Rex and Katie making it again, dog-fashion. Sarah showed so much obvious enthusiasm that Dick was persuaded to enter her that way too, from behind. But he just pushed and pulled, and she didn't think he was too wild about it. And he was so gentle that there was hardly any noise. His groin didn't spank her bottom at all, as she'd hoped.
Everybody showered, and dressed, and the two men left to drive back to their own city. Katie was a bundle of enthusiasm all afternoon. She was unable to understand Sarah's rather pensive attitude, and Sarah had to assure her that NO, it was NOT guilt from having screwed three times in one evening. On a blind date.
Chapter Fourteen
"Hello, this is Glen Hockman."
"Glen? This is Sarah."
Glen's eyebrows rose. He nodded, but said nothing, merely holding the phone at his face.
"Glen?"
"Yes, Sarah."
"I said this is ... oh. You heard me."
"Yes."
Silence. "Well I ... I'm calling you, Glen."
He smiled and let her hear it in his voice. "Yeah, I'm glad."
More silence.
"You aren't going to make it easy for me, are you, Glen?"
"Easy? What? Make what easy?"
"The last thing you SAID to me was CALL YOU IF I CHANGED MY MIND."
"I remember, Sarah."
"Well, I'm CALLING!"
"And I'm glad. I'll admit I've thought about you," he said, relenting a little from his hard pose.
"Well I ... well I. . . well do you want to come over here?"
"Why don't you just come over here, Sarah?"
"All... all right. I-"
"Sarah, do not bother to wear a bra. Put a blouse on over your naked tits. I want to see the nipples punching at the cloth. And wear nothing under your skirt. And come."
"YES, Glen!" Silence. Then, "Will- will I be ... raped?"
"You'll be raped, pink pussy. I think I'll just rape your pretty little mouth, right here in the living room, Sarah, and then later on we'll go to bed and sixty-nine."
She sighed.
After that Katie didn't see too much of her roommate, who turned down blind date offers and another date with Rex and Dick. Sarah was a woman, a real person with confidence ... and Katie noticed that she slept better. She not only couldn't quite understand it, she was astonished when Sarah began packing to move out. To move in with Glen. ""You're ... getting married?"
Sarah shook her head with a bright smile. "Heavens no! Well just save so much time this way. And money, too. No, not marriage. We're just experimenting. We're not too sure that marriage is really relevant. I mean, marriage is a license for sex, and the only way some people can have any. But so many people have been tricked that way! And ... who needs a license?"
