Despite the attitude of the current generation it is graphed heavily with peaks and valleys a condition the younger set of today chooses to ignore. There are disappointments, there are sad moments that all the preparations in the world are not going to eliminate. Death, war, hunger ... are but a few of the things that rise without warning to strike a pampered, breast-fed generation squarely in the gut. The result? A generation of apathy.
Why fight back when one can turn on, turn loose, and turn down?
It's much easier to drop, shoot, or light up, and talk it to death, murmuring long-haired words of love.
Got a tough exam coming up? Light up and it'll disappear. Temporarily. Then drop out and blame the establishment.
Hungry? Rip off your neighborhood supermarket.
Need money? Steal a stick of TNT and blow a safe in the name of peace, of course. Or better yet, make an easy buck pushing dope. Think of all the "friends" you can teach to turn on. If all this doesn't work, OD and all your problems are solved. Easy isn't it?
What idiot would want to spend a cold winter in Valley Forge, or be born both blind and deaf and still live to a ripe old age making contributions to all mankind? Or climb Mt. Suribachi in a lead hailstorm? The gutsy architects and stout-hearted perpetuators of an American ideal, that's who! Wake up America!
The current inheritors of this land are like a herd of green, two-year-old thoroughbreds. Their blood-stock is possibly the finest in the world; they have the sense, stamina, and class to win "the big one". But all they can think about is speed. On their first experience in the gate they bolt, dislodge their jocky, and run amuck. True, the blame is far from all theirs. But only they can rectify it.
The two principal characters in A Curious Pet are of this ilk. One, Donna Powers, has already "made the scene"; the other, Karen Waters, is teetering on the edge of it. Both are from good stock; they were born with sense and class. In a race where speed is the determining factor, only time can reveal whether they have the stamina to survive.
In this race for the "pursuit of happiness", the author had interjected a broad hurdle: both girls are in love with the same man. The tote board lists them as co-favorites, at even money, and theoretically they should finish in a dead heat. But the course is strewn with barriers: drugs, fixes, jealousies, pride, and an inbred apathy. The starter's flag is up; they're off. Follow the race to its bumpy, telling conclusion.
-The Publishers Sausalito, California August, 1973
CHAPTER ONE
The slightest trace of a cool ocean breeze cut shyly through the hot mid-morning heat shimmering over the Monterey Peninsula, and gently bristled through the bamboo curtains shading the half-open window of apartment D-2 in the complex of buildings appropriately named Sea Breeze Village. The redheaded girl sprawled lazily on her stomach on top of the bedcovers was absently sipping at a mug of luke warm coffee between puffs on the short butt of a filtered cigarette.
She stared through the bamboo slits with mild disinterest, observing the summer scene of fellow residents all brightly clad in scant bikinis lounging around the pool below. Already the hot sun had warmed the concrete patio to such a degree that, when they moved from their lounge chairs to the pool or back to their apartments, they delicately quickened their steps against the tickling heat.
The girl reached over to the night table and placed the half-empty mug on the scarred wood, not bothering to place a protective covering under it, then turned over on her back and propped her hands beneath her head. Stretching her firm youthful legs to their fullest length, she glanced down at her milky-white body, now bursting forth from the flimsy silken material of her tangerine-colored robe, and frowned. The creamy spheres of her upraised breasts did not contrast in stark whiteness against her smooth flesh as she wished them to, but nevertheless accentuated their full voluptuousness with seductive appeal. She ran her long tapered fingers over the curve of her tiny waist and onto the full expanse of her generously full thighs, pleased with the beauty of her body, and at the same time frustrated that she couldn't tan like the other tenants. It was a fact she had learned long ago painfully and one which bugged her incessantly. She loved the warmth of the sun on her body, but the pigmentation of her skin simply would not cooperate. One hour in the sun and she looked like a boiled lobster!
Not wanting the familiar depression to take hold of her, she got up quickly from the bed and made her way into the small bathroom, turning on the cold water to its fullest pressure and splashing it freely over her hot face and throat. She loaded her toothbrush with a mint-flavored paste and brushed vigorously at the small, even white teeth beneath her bud shaped lips, trying to rid her mouth of the bitter after-taste the-coffee had left. Above the washbowl, the paneled mirror reflected the haggard look in her eyes and the expression of sheer misery on her face. She had never felt so frustrated before in her life. When she had made the final decision to leave home, and the restrictions her parents had placed on her, she had been sure that her youthful beauty would guarantee her swift success in the world of modeling. That was before her short, disastrous marriage, and if it had not been for her savings, now almost gone, and her neighbor Donna's generosity, she would have been forced to return home months ago.
Karen wrinkled her nose and dabbed at her mouth with a Kleenex, thinking that she was indeed lucky to have met Donna when she did, and that there was still time to break into the modeling scene if she applied herself to a concentrated effort. She leaned against the sink, frowning at her reflected image, then went back to the bedroom and gathered together the ensemble of clothing and the portfolio of pictures that she would need for a day of canvassing the local agencies.
Her thoughts traveled back two weeks to the time when she had first met Donna. Funny, she thought, she had met Donna many times before, reading magazine stories about hippies, in the movies, and in novels. But until a few weeks ago, she had never come face to face with a swinging hipster a casual, completely free girl who lived only for today. A girl who smoked marijuana, slept with whom she liked, gave herself without guilt, and was completely free from sexual inhibitions.
The refreshing change from her own distraught life into Donna's world had been just the tonic she had been looking for. Everything had been exciting and stimulating, exactly as she had imagined it would be. The intellectual discussions on every subject under the sun ranging from psychology to sex to art which sometimes went on until dawn with the all-pervading air of freedom, to say or do whatever you wanted to without criticism or admonishments.
All of this was such a contrast to her life back home in Carson City, where everything seemed mild and boring by comparison. And her parents, though she realized they loved her deeply, always maintained strict limitations on her life and could not seem to understand that, for her own happiness, she would have to make her own way without their help.
All through high school, she had dreamed of her day of freedom, never considering going to college since she found textbooks dry and uninteresting. Of course, the football games and proms were a lot of fun, but still the years dragged by in unendurable slowness. After a lot of coaxing, her parents finally allowed her to attend modeling school where she had learned the basic application of makeup and posing, which was so critical for a successful modeling career. When she had completed the course, last fall, she took her savings and headed straight for Los Angeles, where the cost of living was a lot lower, the salaries higher, and most important of all, her opportunities for a modeling career, much greater.
Karen walked over to the dressing mirror attached to the back of the closet door, and pensively studied her reflection in the full-length mirror. She slowly removed the silk tangerine robe and critically let her eyes travel up and down her figure, running her hands over her luscious curves and studying the picture of herself as searchingly and objectively as she could.
Her long roan-red hair fell loosely around the nape of her neck, and curled softly at the top of rt her shoulder blades. Large hazel eyes, speckled with bold green, looked out sullenly through a dark, thick fringe of lashes, and her full mouth puckered slightly in a perpetual pout that gave her the little girl lost look that she so despised. No matter how expertly she applied her makeup, she could never seem to achieve that certain degree of sophistication that seemed so essential for successful modeling.
Although the graceful animal lustiness of her appearance had so far not been able to land her a job in the modeling field, it had certainly been no hindrance in attracting males, even to the point of having to fight them off. She had met and dated many different boys, but had never let herself get involved enough to give up her virginity ... at least not until last summer when she had met Andrew Waters.
The memory of those first few wonderful days, even now, stimulated the blood in her veins and sent it rushing through her body, awakening suppressed memories. Her hands came up to her breasts and, only half aware of what she was doing, Karen began to stroke them methodically, rubbing her fingers gently, persuasively over the firm mounds, bringing the delicate dark buds to a pulsating point as she let her mind drift back to the delicious memory of her first and only seduction.
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The hot July sun burned down through the thin material of her dacron dress as she steered the old convertible down Highway 88, that wound ever upward through California's Sierra Nevada Mountains, passed over the nearly nine thousand foot Carson Pass, then wound down and down and down until it ended in Stockton. She had purposely started out early, wanting to enjoy the scenic, breathtaking view of the streams and mountains which still sparkled with occasional patches of snow. Each curve she rounded offered a new panoramic scene of splendor, truly unequaled in beauty, and temporarily sombering her adventurous mood with a new feeling of peace and calm.
Earlier that morning she had packed the bare essentials she would need for her trip to Los Angeles, not forgetting the portfolio of shots the modeling school had furnished her with at graduation. These would be essential if she wanted to be represented by a reliable modeling agency. She kissed both her parents goodbye, and inwardly felt no regret or misgivings about leaving home for the first time, for at last she would be free to live as she chose, with no restrictions or limitations.
She stopped in Stockton for lunch, enjoying a full plate of rare prime rib and a tall glass of iced tea. Everything seemed more wonderful than she had imagined it would be, now that she was able to enjoy her newfound solitude at leisure.
She left Stockton and continued toward the coast. By the time she reached Salinas, the unusually large lunch she had consumed, combined with the hot sun and concentrated effort of manipulating the old car, had tired her out. Her thin summer dress was completely drenched with perspiration, especially where her back touched the hot leather of the car seat, and she longed for a swim in the cool, blue Pacific. Turning off U. S. 101 the most direct route south she headed for the Monterey Peninsula and the slower, but more scenic route down U.S. I. On the coast just below Carmel, the spotted a small motel near the ocean and gratefully pulled over and checked into a room for the night.
As she was unpacking her suitcase, she discovered to her chagrin that she had left her swimsuit at home, and there was no shop nearby where she could purchase one.
Tiring quickly of the heat in the small room, Karen decided to take a long walk down the empty beach and cool off in the ocean breeze. She walked by the surfs edge for a good half hour, letting the small waves curl around her ankles. How wonderful it would be to go for a swim, she thought, the water looked so clear and refreshing!
Suddenly an urge to be completely free and unrestricted overcame her inhibitions, and she looked up and down the sheltered beach to be sure that no one else was around. The small cove was empty, so she quickly shed her thin dress before she could have any second thoughts about it. Her brassiere and panties came next, and she stood posed on the shore for a moment or two a stunning and beautifully naked nymph, her young body shimmery with health.
The perspiration on her body quickly evaporated in the cool ocean breeze, and she felt a delicious refreshing rush of air sweep between her half-spread legs and caress the silken pubic hair between her loins.
How wonderful it was to be so completely free, she thought, glancing down at her pale-skinned breasts. Why on earth shouldn't we be able to bathe like this all the time, just as Mother Nature had originally intended for us to do, without fear of displaying our nudity?
Without further thought, she plunged into the cove's gently lapping surf, diving beneath the cool waves and feeling a tremendous release surge through her as the salt water caressed her naked body, making her nipples tingle and her skin pulse with the sudden stimulation.
She swam gracefully though the water in a slow crawl, fully aware that she was getting an unmistakable sexual thrill from her nakedness and from the feel of the sea on her unclothed body. When she grew tired from the pace, she turned over onto her back and floated gently, smiling as she watched the waves glide over the swells of her upturned breasts, making them quiver and tingle as the buds of her nipples just broke the surface, protruding upwards towards the late afternoon sky.
Through the clear salt water, she could see the darkened "vee" of her pubic mound, with the tiny hairs trailing out from her body in all directions. She arched her back and thrust her stomach up to make her pussy mound appear above the water, secretly delighting in watching the soft coppery pubic hair cling wetly to the fleshy mound between her legs.
Lazily Karen spread her legs, stretching out her arms at the same time to form a starfish shape. Letting her head fall loosely back, she closed her eyes tightly against the glare of the sun, and listened to the faint swish of the sea as it lapped onto the sand some fifty yards away.
Suddenly without warning she sensed another body in the water not far away from her. Her animal instincts had sensed the faint ripple of water that crossed the natural pattern of the gently flowing waves, and she opened her eyes at once, trying to spot the intruder.
Swiftly turning over and treading water with her long, graceful legs, she squinted around her through the glare of the water's reflections. But no one was there. And yet she was sure she had noticed movement of some kind. Her body tensed as the horrible thought passed through her mind that it was possible sharks could be in the area, for she had read about their presence on the coast and how they were capable of attacking a helpless swimmer without warning.
It was at that moment that a male body broke through the surface of the sea only inches from her nude body, a broad boyish grin on his lips, his white even teeth dazzling in the sun. Karen scooted back, crying out in alarm, too astonished by his sudden appearance to think of what to do next. The handsome young man, on the other hand, seemed completely relaxed, unembarrassed, as he treaded water, nodding his head pleasantly at her.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to frighten you." He peered at her more closely, drinking in the beauty of her glistening hair and skin. "I didn't expect to find anyone out here so late in the day," he continued, "but the water's wonderful, isn't it?"
Karen stared back at him, still speechless with surprise. The swimmer next to her was handsome and very powerfully built, and his sandy colored hair still managed to curl slightly, in spite of the wetness. She could see the animal strength of his thick-muscled arms, and glinting water droplets that clung to the thick curling hair on his chest. She shivered and tried to avoid his frank stare, for she could already feel the resistance siphoning out of her body as unbidden coals of desire started to smolder in the pit of' her womb. They were only a few inches from each other, and the thought of Ms maleness his complete animal attraction in such close proximity to her unprotected nudity made the blood rush to her head.
"What's your name," he persisted, "I'm Andy Waters. That's my cottage over there," he said, pointing to a small cluster of pine and oak trees on the horizon.
Karen told him, trying unsuccessfully to hide her embarrassment. "Look..." the words were rushing out of her, stumbling and spilling from her lips with mounting panic. "I don't have anything on ... I left my swimsuit at the motel..."
He threw his head back and laughed, a slow, wonderful, natural laugh. "Well, it looks like we're both in the same boat," he grinned cheerfully, looking back at her again. "And I was wondering just a few seconds ago how I was going to explain myself to you. Look, don't let it bother you. I'm not embarrassed ... why should you be?" He shook the water from his hair, his deep blue eyes ripe with humor, then narrowed them in sudden seriousness and locked his gaze steadily on her face. "You're a very beautiful woman," he said in a whisper.
"Thank you," she mumbled, hating herself for not being able to hide the blatant look of yearning that she knew was revealed in her eyes. The sun glinted down on the thick, curly hair on his tanned chest, and his arm brushed against her body, sending a burst of electricity surging through her, jolting a flame-colored blush of color to her cheeks. Her hand came up to her mouth; she could feel the warmth of his skin against hers, and could smell his salt-clean body odor.
Karen was about to make a move to leave, wondering how she was going to get out of the water without treating him to a full view of her nude body, when a particularly violent wave sent her body crashing helplessly against his, with her head going under the sea.
She felt his strong powerful hands reaching under her armpits and lifting her back above the water. She sputtered, the salt water gagging her throat, and he held her loosely next to him until the spasm passed. Her breasts were now brushing against his huge expanse of chest, and the smooth roundness of her belly was moving seductively against his. All at once Karen was lost in the fire of the moment; every muscle in her body tensed, straining against his with an uncontrolled urgency. Andy's mouth was on hers instantly, and she felt his lips pressing tightly, his arms circling her, drawing her with undeniable strength against his hardened body.
She could feel her pointed breasts being slowly crushed into his chest, and with a wild thrill of intensified pleasure Karen realized that his penis was already stiff and hard! It was thrusting urgently against the hair-covered mound of her quivering vagina and he was reaching down to gently run his hand over the awakening mounds of her breasts, then down over her belly to the soft fleshy folds of her pussy below!
Tiny goose bumps sprang out over the whiteness of her sensitive flesh, with her body becoming alert now to the caresses of the magic hands that were stroking her flesh into a hot sheet of desire. God how she wanted him! Perhaps it was the heat of the day, or the freedom of the deserted beach, or a combination of both that contributed to her feeling of helplessness and yearning. Whatever the reason, she found herself returning his passionate kiss almost immediately; her body no longer resisting its contact with his as her sea-moistened lips pressed longingly into his. She dug her fingernails deep into his back, just above the line of his buttocks, urging him against her with fierce, intensely demanding persuasion.
Andy felt her body squirming and thrusting against his with a mild surprise. He hadn't expected their sudden stormy encounter to arouse such deep unsuspected passions in them both, passions that could not be chilled by the coolness of the sea water still swirling around them. He kissed her, shutting his eyes, and it was as if he had kissed her many times before. His lips grazed her hair and the quivering lids of her wide-set eyes; then abruptly he pulled away from her and bent his head, his hand coming back to her cheek. "I know you," he whispered into her ear, "I know you so well ... even though we've just met."
She responded to him with another passionate kiss, driving the tip of her tongue firmly between his teeth. She wriggled it all around deep inside his mouth, licking carefully at the back of his teeth, at his palette, firing him with a desire to possess her utterly, completely.
His hands slipped softly down the curve of her back until he felt his fingers moving on the supple cheeks of her full firm buttocks. Lifting the soft orbs gently, Andy held them there for a moment, then began to massage them, rubbing his hands firmly over the beautifully-rounded globes, marveling at the soft, sweet smoothness of her taut flesh.
Finally they pulled away from each other, both breathless from their passionate struggles, both tired from the constant treading to stay above water. Unhurriedly," the couple swam to shore, with Andy leading her to a small sandy inlet, protected on either side by a wall of jagged rocks. When Karen felt the sand under her toes, she stood and ran" toward the shore, and fell on her back on the floor of the cove, temporarily exhausted. Andy ran from the water after her. Reaching her, he bent low over her completely exposed body.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered hoarsely.
Then, pulling her gently towards him, he looked deeply into her wide dark eyes. "Do you want me to please you?" he asked with gentle boyish shyness.
"Yes ... Oh God yesssss," she gasped, pushing her body up against his urgently.
After that there was no further need for words, their eyes communed, saying all that was necessary to say. Both Andy and Karen had accepted suddenly and without question the fate of their desire.
Immediately, Karen felt his hot breath on her cheek, then his lips pushing against hers with a renewed urgency, this time with his tongue extended between them. It slithered like a living tendon into her mouth, teasing her awakened lust into a furious, raging inferno.
Cupping his hands over her up-thrust breasts, he began milking softly at the fleshy mounds with tenderness, then working at them wildly with his fingers, digging into the firm muscles, squeezing tightly until he brought a small cry of pain from her parted lips. He worked the pointed buds of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, backwards, then forwards, until they quivered into tiny hard points.
His hands dropped to the undercurve of her bountiful white breasts, and he leaned down, clamping his mouth hard over her parted bud-shaped lips with a suddenly brutal, unrelenting pressure. She cried out in pain, though thoroughly enjoying the uncontrolled passion of his heated lust, then began to suck and pull at his tongue until it was drawn its full length into the moist fleshy depths of her mouth.
Their bodies welded together with each muscle a part of each other, licking and writhing together as a single unit, gradually building up the tempo of their dual desire beyond all thoughts of inhibition or shame. A sharp gasp emerged from "somewhere deep within his throat as Andy lifted his mouth from hers and buried his teeth in her softly rounded shoulder, biting down painfully into the flesh and leaving a red welt, sucking and nibbling each tender spot as his mouth trailed moistly down to the creamy mounds of her quivering breasts.
"Oooooh, God," she suddenly groaned, digging her body deeper into the soft sand beneath them. She was shivering uncontrollably from the sudden unexpected tingling Sensations that had begun shooting through her body, and she dropped her hand between the area of his wide spread knees, grasping his throbbingly hard cock in her hands. Andy moaned deep, low and pleadingly as her fingers slid the foreskin back over the sensitive rubbery head.
In return, Andy anchored his moist mouth tightly to one erect nipple, and began a gentle sucking pressure, swirling his tongue in tiny torturous circles around and around the pulsating bud, until it came to a hard-peaked point. His hands coursed lightly at the same time over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs, while his mouth continued to play teasingly for long delicious moments around her throbbing, quivering breasts.
"Ohhhhh, darling," she groaned.
Then, with ecstatic pleasure and longing, she began fondling his pulsating cock, while at the same time coaxing its head towards the center of her gaping, unfulfilled pussy.
Somehow Andy sensed the girl's virginity, and hesitated, wanting to prolong her yearning to a point where his entrance would be as painless as possible. His experience in lovemaking had begun in his early youth, but of all his sexual encounters, he could count very few virgins and none so eager or willing as Karen. For him, this moment was so spontaneous, so refreshing, that he wanted with all of his being to give the writhing girl beneath him the same pleasure, the same fulfillment, that she was giving to him. He wanted the consummation of their lustful desire burned into her memory long after their sexual satisfactions were culminated.
His mouth slid down over her now quivering belly, his penis sliding from her hands as his body moved reluctantly away from hers. For a moment he drove his wet tongue into the tiny indentation of her navel, bringing small mewls and gasps of pleasure from her open mouth; then crouching lower, his lips moved slowly in circular patterns of maddening sensation, each revolution followed by a gentle nipping at each tongue-kissed area with his sharp teeth, each revolution snaking ever downward.
As Karen felt her thighs being pressed gently open, she made no move of resistance. The exquisite feeling as cool air rushed over the hardened bud of her exposed clitoris, sent a fresh wave of pure wantonness rippling up to her throbbing breasts, drowning out all control and hesitation over her inflamed body. She was now a complete and willing slave to her newfound lover's manipulations, and she let the straining muscles of her thighs slowly relax while she anxiously awaited his next move.
Andy's tongue flicked forward, the tip of it teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb with painful, ever-mounting desire.
Karen wrenched upward from the electricity of its contact. "Oh, God." she moaned. "More! Do it more! Ooooohhh, it's so goooood!" She gasped, then sucked in her breath as she felt his fingers slowly, gently spreading the soft hair-covered lips of her vagina wide apart.
Again, he drove his eagerly flicking tongue deep within the confines of her shamelessly exposed cunt, this time mercilessly spearing it in, then out, in and out, again and again and again, each thrust swirling in and out of her like some runaway, high-speed drill.
Karen responded immediately and irrevocably to this torturous, simulated-fucking of his tongue by grasping at the tangles of his wet hair and pulling his mouth even deeper into the crevice of her inflamed and aching loins. His tongue was now circling maddeningly around inside of her vagina, its tip flicking against the sensitive wet walls of her pussy, causing her hips to buck and writhe uncontrollably. She began to murmur words of love to him without thought of their meaning, gently coaxing his manipulations to continue, never wanting this delicious, heavenly feeling to end. Her breasts heaved, standing out proudly from her chest, and her legs splayed out wide as she jackknifed her knees upwards to open her loins even wider to his probing tongue.
"Oooooh ... don't stop ... don't ever stop," she chanted through her lust-dazed passion, unaware that she was begging, pleading, her mind intent only on the multitude of sensations that were making her his slave.
Andy could not pass up the opportunity her wide-splayed position presented to him. Raising his head, he stared wondrously into her gaping, coral fissure, watching reverently as the moist flesh pulsed and clutched demandingly. Her luscious, up-thrust cunt was poised in such a manner that the late afternoon sun glinted down on it, the crystals of moistness that decorated it reflecting like a thousand, tiny, glistening gems.
Consideration be damned! He could wait no longer!
Swiftly positioning his hips, he lunged forward, thrusting his throbbing cock up into the confines of her tight and resisting virginal channel.
Karen's body stiffened, the tightness of her virginal passage reminding her that she was going to suffer while gaining the rewards of her first sexual encounter. But now she didn't care about pain or discomfort; in a way, her suffering added to the indescribable pleasure of release that was threatening to flood through the gates of her wide open loins, paying tribute to the freedom of expression that she had so desperately sought all of her life.
She felt his hardened cock push gently up into her pussy, just touching the barrier of her craving, virginal sheath, then hesitating as if fearing to proceed to the depths of her womb. Karen sensed his indecision and gripped tightly at his shoulders, forcing him to meet her eyes.
"Do it now!" she commanded, staring desperately up into his eyes. "I'm ready, Andy ... Now! Take me! Take me, darling!"
Upon hearing her provocative words, Andy exhaled a stifled groan of lust and eased his pulsating cock out of her cunt giving him greater access then thrust it with all his strength upwards! He no longer thought of the tenderness of the moment, but let his rampaging cock take full control of his body, plunging in and out of her cringing, moist warmth with a driving lust. He fucked into her with a savage, unrelenting power that he had never used before, not even with women he had paid for. As her pain-filled cires continued to drive him on, the sound of his pounding and surging body surpassed even the roar of the waves around them.
Karen's head snapped forward as the rest of her body collapsed under the pressure of his hammering loins, her mouth biting into Andy's shoulders, burying her screams of intense pain by sinking her sharp teeth cruelly into his muscular flesh. A hot, gushing anguish streaked from her ragged, lust-torn cunt up through her trembling belly; her lover had suddenly turned into a cruel torturer, ramming what seemed like a white-hot iron up between the fleshy lips of her cringing, viscous opening with unceasing repetition. But gradually, as her inner muscles expanded and became accustomed to his burrowing rod of heated male flesh, his searing presence deep within her vagina slowly began to please her. The thought passed through her mind that she was actually able to take so massive a weapon ... so huge and muscular a penis!
Then, as if by magic, the intense pain gave way to a new and stimulating sensation, a sensation that she had never before known or could now believe was real. With each in-thrust of his rock-hard penis, titillating sparks of wanton fire burst from the walls of her vaginal passage, electrifying her whole being from the depths of her womb to the tips of her erect nipples. For a moment she dreamed that she had surpassed the confines of life and was now floating in the limbo of an unknown heaven. Never had she realized that such joy could be felt, and silently she prayed that this unearthly pleasure she was being subjected to would never end. With the slow ebbing away of pain, Karen began to adapt herself to Andy's rhythmic fucking of her body, moving her hips and loins in time with his movements. And she savored every moment of it!
Andy, looking down, thrilled to the sight of the small trickle of blood running down her thighs, and he knew for sure, then, that his powerful cock had initiated this beautiful, wanton girl on the long path toward womanhood. Now he was ready to bring her to the crest of her passions, peaking all emotions and feelings that she might ever have known before him. With his cock firmly imbedded in her vagina, he fumbled his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted them off the sand. Settling his fingers snugly around her wet ass-cheeks, he drove his rigid penis more securely than ever up into Karen's slightly bleeding cunt, his hips rotating in slow, circular motions as his cock dug up into her hot slippery cuntal depths.
The stunning redhead responded by grinding her own hips in imitation, clenching and unclenching her buttocks, feeling his hands pinching roughly into the soft flesh, bruising the tender skin, then probing cautiously up into the puckered ring of her anus.
"Oooooooh," she moaned, and Andy felt the full expanse of her pussy flowering open to receive his blood-engorged shaft even deeper into her womb. "Oooooh ... yesss ... Yessss!" she murmured as her body followed him, moving in wild, abandoned jerks beneath him.
Suddenly she felt a throb deep inside her vagina as the thickness of his cock flexed in frozen rigidity, and he drove his middle finger past the tight muscular ring of her tiny anus.
"Aggghhh!" she groaned, her face contorted in the half-smile of erotic pain.
"Do ... do you want me to stop?" he panted, slowly rotating his finger around and around in her tight hole until the firm muscle gradually adjusted to his lewd intrusion.
"Noooo," she gasped, shaking her head from side to side, not wanting anything to stop.
Andy continued to move his finger, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider, while at the same time his bloated penis began a more powerful in and out stroking, driving his red-haired lover into an even greater frenzy of lust.
From deep within her lungs burst a deep moaning sound that "gradually faded into a succession of soft, pain-filled whimpers, then slowly built again into wanton moans of pleasure as her anus gradually became more accustomed to the unnatural impalement. He slid his other hand slowly up from the soft moons of her buttocks to where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her pussy, and felt the soft hair-lined folds clasping tightly to his plunging cock, sucking ravenously with each long, hard thrust up into her dilating vagina.
One of Karen's hands followed his, reaching down and under to feel where he was thrusting in and out of her body, this new sensation bringing even greater moans of abandoned pleasure from her parted lips as at the same time she spread her legs still wider in a greedy attempt to swallow the whole of his massive length up into her now gaping cuntal channel. She could feel the edge of a foamy wave lapping at the soles of her feet, and realized that the rising tide had slowly crept around them, and was now gradually circling their bodies, threatening to drown them both as they wallowed in lewd abandonment on the sand. But her body was paralyzed under the hypnotic spell of his inflamed lovemaking, and right then she would have rather drowned in the tide than stop the exquisite feeling, engulfing every inch of her naked body.
Andy, too, felt the surging tide imprisoning their bodies, and realized the danger of them both being trapped between the rushing waves and the ragged rocks behind them, but he continued to fuck deeply into her, the excitement of their perilous position igniting his body with renewed energy and purpose. He had to fuck her to completion, and quick, before it was too late to escape from the cove!
He lunged forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts flat against her chest. Thrusting his hips forward at the same time, he let his throbbing cock plunge up into her proffered cunt, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. The loud smack of his balls beating against her upturned buttocks resounded sharply above the roar of the incoming waves.
"Oh God! ... Oh God! Hurry hurry-hurry!" she 'screamed, grinding her vagina up against his surging penis with a mounting panic.
A large wave burst over their twisting bodies, completely saturating them and temporarily pulling Andy's plunging penis out of her clasping cuntal channel, lubricating it with salt water from the angry sea behind them.
"No! Noooooo," she protested, "finish it, for God's sake!"
Frantically he rammed his long hard shaft deep into her belly, filling every seething part of her vagina with taut male flesh. She would never have believed she could be so completely filled! His cock was spearing into her without mercy or thought of injury in its haste to reach completion, and she renewed her own rhythm quickly, determined to reach her climax before they were inundated by the sea, gyrating and twisting her body beneath his urgent pounding, until ... half swooning, she felt a great soaring sensation in her loins ... a wild, fantastic explosion burst from the seething pit of her writhing loins and spread like a rampaging brush fire through her twitching body, finally reaching the depths of her entire being, then rebursting into a thousand miniscule explosions, each igniting the other like a long string of fiery, exploding fire crackers.
"Ooooh ... ooooh ... oooohhh ... it's soooo good!" she chanted, as her tensed body flooded with wave after wave of spasming sexual release. "She could feel her own cum oozing.from inside her womb, gushing around Andy's hard pulsating rod, still plunging in and out of her expanding and contracting cuntal channel.
Above her, Andy could hear her cries of fulfillment, punctuated by a soft moan with each powerful lunge he made up into her smoldering vagina, blended with the tempo of the crashing ocean waves slapping against his back. Her body was now wet and slippery from the sea water, and he reached forward, digging his fingers into her shoulders to gain more leverage as he continued his hurried rhythmic thrusts.
"Oh ... Oh ... Aghhhhhh!" he groaned, as he felt his rushing cum burst forth from his churning balls and spew deep up into her hot, wet, clasping cunt. Karen clung to him desperately as she felt his scalding sperm shoot through her undulating belly to mix with her own cuntal fluids, then gush out again, overflowing down the soft flesh of her inner thighs, only to be washed away by the next wave that sprayed down on their trembling bodies.
Still gasping, Andy pulled himself reluctantly away from her quivering body, bracing his weakened knees to keep them from buckling beneath him. They stood there for a moment, clinging to each other and let the wild surf wash against their legs, trying to recapture the strength they would need to swim back to the open beach on the other side of the cove. No words were spoken, for none were needed to communicate the intense satisfaction that swelled deep within their bodies, and then hand in hand they waded through the foamy sea, past the breakers, out to the calm, cool waters that would lead them back to a safe shore.
* * *
That was the beginning...
And the month that followed became one continuous ride on an emotional roller coaster, a sensual trip that followed no closed set of parallel tracks, but continued always outward and upward. For these young lovers there could never be an end to the wonders they and they alone had discovered: the mutual awareness and sharing that prevailed in each and every act they performed together, be it the simplicity of a leisurely swim and long evening walks, or the more complex exchange of ideas composed in thought and expressed in words and gestures ... and inevitably in love. For Karen and Andy, a belief in Newton's Law of Gravitation did not exist. Not then.
That first night Karen had moved her belongings from the motel to his cabin, and quickly learned that the spontaneity of their encounter in the cove was but the first discovery in an uncharted world crowded with islands of desire and sensual pleasure each new experience more profound, more lasting than its predecessor.
And on the material side Karen discovered that her lover was a financially independent dropout from the world of materialism a struggling arranger of words with a deep-seated desire to enlighten his fellow man.
During their first week together, the only threat to their Utopian existance came in the form of Andrew's steadfast refusal to let Karen read his unfinished novel. To her, it was a curious and baffling rebuff, but one which she took good-naturedly. Still, it was a chink in the armor of their existence, one which would eventually destroy, as quickly as was conceived, their love. But that was later.
The first week dissolved into a second, and in the late afternoon of their thirteenth day together, they were married in a quiet garden' beneath stately oaks at the home of Andrew's only close friends, Randy and Joe August. Their honeymoon was spent in the same place and same fashion as their pre-marriage days. But with the taking of their vows, a certain magic disappeared from their lives.
The work on Andrew's novel took a turn for the worse and his periods of moody silence began to over-shadow their brighter moments. Karen tried to ignore them, hoping that the strength of their love, and love-making, would prevail. But by the end of the third week even their love-making had degenerated into a series of unfulfilling encounters. Karen could not name it, but some hidden, inner barrier in her mind would not allow her to reach the orgasms she so fervently strove for. Andy, too, was aware of her incompletion, and in an effort to satisfy her, became more and more tender in his approach, never realizing that this technique was the antithesis of Karen's sexual libido. Nor did Karen realize that his concentrated efforts at tenderness were working to cross-purposes. And naturally she blamed herself for her own inabilities. She could not understand what had come over her, yet try as she might, she could not achieve orgasm.
These frustrating experiences, coupled with Andy's increasingly frequent moods, were driving her into a state of mental disaster. By the end of the fourth week after a particularly trying day, she was in such an emotionally agitated state that she could stand it no longer.
After supper Andy announced he was going into town for cigarettes, but Karen knew it was only an excuse to get out of the house. As Andy removed his jacket from the wall next to the front door, he hesitated, looking at his wife curiously.
"Is something wrong, Karen?" he asked.
She stood there, her heart pounding, then rushed over to him and put her arms around his waist, burying her head in the wide expanse of his chest. "No ... nothing's wrong," she mumbled, fighting back the tears that were swimming under the lids of her eyes. "I'll be alright."
He kissed her lightly on the ear and closed his hand about her waist, stroking the roundness of her hips. "I'll be back soon, baby," he said, and stepped out the door.
The muffled roar of his sports car was still echoing in her ears as Karen brusquely wiped away the stinging tears and numbly went through the motions of packing her clothes, then took them out to her old convertible. She paused a moment, watching the brilliant sunset until her eyes clouded again with tears, then turned on the ignition and drove slowly up the coast highway.
CHAPTER TWO
Karen stood before the mirror with her eyes half-shut against the reflection of her nude body, as the vivid memory of her brief life with Andrew permeated her soul with unfulfilled yearning. To this day, she had remained true to his memory, hoping someday they would be reunited, realizing now, how foolish she had been then. A few days after she had driven away from his rented cabin, she had written him a long letter, telling him of her deep love for him and explaining why she had had to leave in such haste. But the letter had been returned unopened ... he had left the cabin, with no forwarding address.
Karen walked back to the bed and lay down, stretching her naked body sensually in the comfort of the soft mattress as the memory of Andy and his lovemaking gradually drained her earlier job-hunting ambitions. Reaching down, she placed her long fingers over the pulsating moistness of her vagina, imagining the pressure of his body driving into hers during those first magical weeks. Her body flinched in surprise as the touch of her own hands sent a tingle of electricity surging through her loins. God she was hot! She drove her small fists into the soft mattress at the total frustration that enveloped her ripe body, praying silently that somehow she would be able to find him again.
A soft knocking at her bedroom door interrupted her enraptured thoughts, and she quickly drew the bedspread over her nakedness.
"Who is it?" Karen called.
"It's just me," Donna answered. "Are you decent?" Without waiting for an answer, a voluptuous older blonde girl pushed the door open and entered the room. She stopped short in apparent surprise when she saw Karen's naked body outlined under the thin bedspread. "Oh, you're not dressed ... and here it is almost noon! Well, never mind, dear, I'm not that prudish, you know."
Karen blushed, knowing Donna's remark was directed at her shy habit of either leaving the room or turning her head away whenever she walked into Donna's room and found the blonde girl in the nude. And it happened quite frequently, since Donna seemed to spend most of her time either naked or in a scantily-dressed condition. The older girl never missed an opportunity to tease Karen about this, and though Karen tried to cure herself of her innate shyness when confronted by the nudity of her own sex, she could never seem to get over the silly inhibition.
Donna was an intelligent girl, and Karen envied her self-assuredness and the composure she seemed to maintain under any and all circumstances. However, the novelty of Donna's way of life was beginning to pall; she knew she didn't really fit into her group. Donna had had an entirely different up-bringing, never having known the security of home life which Karen found she still longed for. Karen's own rebellion against her parents didn't mean that she rejected their philosophy of life entirely ... perhaps she had even been wrong to leave home in such haste.
"What's wrong?" Donna asked. "You look down in the dumps."
"Oh not much," Karen answered, halfheartedly, gazing up at her neighbor, and secretly envying her beautifully tanned body.
Donna Powers was a bouncy little blonde in her late twenties whose income was derived from rental property inherited from her parents, and from working part-time as a model. Many times before Karen had urged Donna to show her the stills of her past modeling jobs, wanting to compare them to her own portfolio, but each time the older girl had put her off, using the excuse that they were not really good samples of her work. Finally, Karen had stopped asking, silently resenting Donna's reluctance to show them, and passed it off as her subtle way of fighting competition within the trade.
Now, she stood before Karen in full confidence, dressed deliberately in the sloppiest fashion possible. At the moment, she wore a tie-dyed sweat shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans. The jeans had shrunk through countless immersions in the washer until they now stretched only as far as the girl's calves, while around her crotch they clung so tightly that the outline of her protrubent pubic mound was plainly visible. Her golden hair fell loosely over her shoulders in straight unadorned length hiding one side of her face. She wore no makeup, relying on the sun to tan her cheeks to a soft amber tone, though it did little to hide the perpetual dark circles around her extremely large and blue-blue eyes, mementos of a thousand sleepless nights high on amphetamines. The whole effect served to give a striking, gaunt appearance to her classical, even bone structure.
The older girl carried herself with the casual, sleek grace of a stalking panther, despite full hips and jutting, ballooning breasts that sensually accented the tiniest of waists. Now, as she ambled across to where Karen lay, her buttocks rippled under the tight material, revealing their firmly-rounded fleshiness with each sensuous step she took.
"Cheer up, sport," Donna said. "I've got some good news for a change' First and foremost ... I'm going to throw a blast tomorrow night. God knows it's about time. This place is getting too dull for words. To liven up the show, I'm going to treat my guests to a new supply of super-hash." She laughed at the surprised look on Karen's face. "Well, don't just sit there like you've got a bad taste in your mouth," she added good-naturedly as she flopped into the over-stuffed easy chair by the window. "You know, you're just about the most unhip neighbor I've ever had. It's time to change all that. This time you're going to have a few puffs with the rest of us."
Karen smiled, wanting to ignore this last comment. She had never tried hash before, nor grass, and wasn't really interested in getting "high," but Donna always insisted that she was missing a good thing.
"So what else is new," Karen asked dryly, lighting her tenth cigarette of the new day.
"Just wait till you hear this!" Donna said, jumping up from the chair with a new wave of enthusiasm to sit next to Karen on the bed. "Marcie just told me we're going to have a new mother-hen!" she said, her brows arching pointedly as her eyes opened wide with exuberance. "Seems old crotch-face let one too many boy friends slip unchecked through the virgin portals of this Y.W.C.A. Annex, and got herself fired. According to Marcie, the new Mother Superior is a knock-out in her middle twenties. Can you believe that? That fat realtor who handles this dump must have left his chromed-dome out in the sun too long and got his lecherous pea-brain fried." Donna's hand swiped one knee with a resounding slap. "Imagine that? Hiring a young hen to protect a brood of swinging chicks?" She paused, her eyes growing even wider with a new thought. "God Almighty, Karen, I've just been blessed with a vision. Our new manager has just become the honored guest at my party tomorrow night." She chuckled. "I can see it now our new Mother Superior high on super-hash, and stark naked as we lead her around tearing down all those ugly 'Males Prohibited' signs on this fortress!" Loud guffaw coupled with another resounding knee-slap. "God Almighty, Karen, its beautiful. BEAUTIFUL!"
Karen said nothing and after a moment the exuberance drained from her neighbor. "Jesus," Donna said soberly, "you're a comic's nightmare."
Karen smiled wanly, but did not answer.
Donna rose, a frown wrinkling her normally smooth brow. Aloofly, she said, "Sorry I brought a little cheer into your drab life, dear. " Her exit line delivered, she turned and crossed to the door, placed her hand on the knob, then hesitated. Turning slowly, she said sarcastically, "By the way I found a job for you ... if you're interested." She stopped suddenly. Tears were rolling down Karen's cheeks.
"I'm sorry, honey," Donna said soothingly as she re-crossed the room.
Karen waved one hand in a gesture of dismissal. After a moment she had composed herself enough to smile wanly at her neighbor and croak, "T-that sounds great..."
Donna smiled, all forgiven as she launched into the primary reason for her visit: "Two real good friends of mine, Elaine and Mike Davies, are looking for new models. They run a photo studio over the Cannery Row, and they've got a big reputation in the business."
"That sounds great," Karen repeated. "What do they specialize in?"
"Well ... right now they're looking for cheesecake models, you know, the fresh dewy type, like in the Playboy foldouts." She placed her hand on Karen's arm. "Kar, I know you're just the type to fill the bill. I'd go myself, if I were a few years younger."
"I don't know," she hesitated, "I never thought of posing for pin-ups before. Besides, I'm mainly interested in breaking into fashion, not something like that."
"Don't be a fool," Donna said, taking a cigarette from Karen's pack, lighting it and taking a deep drag. "You've been pounding the pavement for months with no luck yet. This is a tough place, kid. and I'm giving you a chance to at least get a start. Elaine phoned me this morning, and I set up an appointment for you. If you want to back out, that's up to you, but don't say you never got a chance at it."
"I'm sorry, Donna, I didn't mean to sound ungrateful ... I'm just not sure I want to get into that type of modeling."
"Listen, believe it or not, I do happen to know people who have perfectly respectable businesses!" Donna chided. "Elaine and Mike operate this legal, absolutely proper, pin-up concern. Artistic, glamour pictures ... some in the nude, some in lingerie. And they pay fifty dollars an hour, even for models like you without experience! If nothing else, at least be practical. How many weeks do you have to go before your savings run out?"
"Not many," she said, slowly starting to accept the idea. The last thing she wanted to do now was to go back home a failure and prove to her parents that they were right from the beginning.
"Well, if you really think it's wrong to pose in your underwear or in the nude, forget it. I know Elaine and Mike want their models to look natural and relaxed when they pose."
Karen leaned back on the pillow, unconsciously letting the bedspread slip down off her breasts. The thought of posing for Elaine and Mike was gradually taking the shape of an exciting adventure in her mind. After all, hundreds of famous actresses had started their careers by posing for such photos, and had gone on later to greater fame and stardom. During her adolescence, she had secretly nursed her dreams on the glossy issues of Hollywood magazines, which was her one escape from the dull suburban reality that she lived in. These dreams had always inspired her, were actually the reason she had chosen a modeling career in'the first place.
During those long peaceful nights in Andy's arms, she had confided these dreams to him while they were resting from the heated exertion of their lovemaking. Those moments had been wonderful and unforgettable, with just the two of them alone together, sharing their individual hopes and aspirations. He had admitted to her that he saw himself as an avant-garde novelist, writing stories which depicted the hypocrisy that existed in the social mores of the twentieth century. Most of all, he wanted to play his part in the sexual revolution which was gaining momentum by helping to destroy the final remnants of Puritanism and neurotic guilt which still prevented complete freedom in the arts.
His visions had inspired Karen, and that night he had told her of a world where sex and nudity were accepted everywhere, without fear and shame. She could recall the passion in his voice when he spoke, and now she wanted to help him in her small way by proving to herself that she could live up to his beliefs. She might be playing only a tiny role in the emancipation of sex by posing for nude photographs, but at least she would be taking part in it.
The thought of this new adventure of free expression sent tiny shivers of excitement up her legs and back, and suddenly she felt very grateful to have such an unselfish friend like Donna.
"You must think I'm awfully stupid," she said, leaning over and squeezing Donna's hand. "Of course, I'd love to have the job. When do I start?"
Donna looked at her with surprise. "Well!" she exclaimed, "I'm glad to see that for once you're using your head. For awhile there I was sure you were going to turn the offer down. But before I call them back, are you sure you don't want to think it over?"
"No ... no, I'm positive about this, Donna. I feel sure, now, that this might be the big break I've been waiting for. It just took me a little while to get over the shock, that's all."
"That's great, kiddo," she said. "I made your appointment for Monday morning so you'd have a little time to rest after the party. At least you'll have something to celebrate now." She glanced down with admiration at Karen's firm, white breasts. "I know Elaine and Mike will be very satisfied with you, so don't get stage fright."
Karen blushed, suddenly realizing that her breasts were exposed to her neighbor's eyes, and she quickly pulled the bedspread up to her shoulders.
"Oh, come now," Donna said, mockingly drawing her own arms in front of her. "You'll have to get rid of some of that prudery before Monday. If I bother you, how do you think you'll react before a camera with a man behind it!"
Again Karen blushed, then nodded her head. "I know I'm shy. Donna ... but I can change ... I know I can." Then a thought struck her. "Incidentally, how long have you known Elaine and Mike?"
"A few years," Donna replied. "On and off, that is. You know how it is in the trade. But don't worry, I've done lots of posing for them before, and you haven't anything to worry about."
"Did your work with them ever lead to anything else?" Karen asked.
"Anything else like what?" Donna said, flashing her a curious look.
"Well ... like bigger stuff ... you know what I mean ... magazine work, talent scouts..."
Donna smiled. "No, I'm afraid it didn't," she said. "For one thing, I don't have your innocent, fresh appeal. Besides, I was already too experienced and cynical when I met Mike and
Elaine to be a new discovery. You have to understand that what people want in this business are girls who show their bodies off, but still retain a quality of innocence. You know, as if they don't really know what sex is all about..." Donna's voice trailed off and a sad, distant look came into her eyes. Her lips were set in a firm line as she paused and took another drag off the cigarette. Karen felt a sudden rush of sympathy and compassion for her friend, for she realized that Donna's maturity had been forced upon her at an earlier age; she had grown up too fast, had experienced everything there was to see and do. And now, sitting there so close to her, Karen realized what it was that made Donna seem incomplete: She had no more dreams to dream, no ambitions to seek. That was why she lived for the here and now; getting "high" was her only escape from the self-made prison that enclosed her.
"Whatever that inner spark is that a photographer seeks, I just didn't have it," Donna continued. "I don't think I ever had it." She made a gesture as if to shrug off the solemn mood that permeated the room, but the bitterness in her voice and words saddened Karen, though she knew there was little she or anyone could do to help Donna.
The older girl leaned back on the end of the bed and put her hands behind her head. "Anyway, let's change the subject. Talking about myself is just about the dullest thing I can imagine!"
Karen could feel the warmth of Donna's thighs next to her feet under the thin material of the bedspread. They were trembling slightly, and despite the blonde girl's outward display of cool cynicism, Karen could see that her eyes were moist with unshed tears.
"Don't be afraid to show your feelings," Karen said with understanding. "You're my best friend, so don't try to act so cool and detached. If there's anything you want to get off your chest, you can tell me ... but don't keep it all locked up inside you, Donna. I can't stand to see you suffer like this."
Donna looked up at her redheaded neighbor with hopeless misery in her eyes. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, trembling.
"Oh Kar ... I could tell you so many things," she half whispered, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.
"Then tell me. I'm not trying to pry. I don't care how you've lived before," Karen urged her softly. "You'll feel a lot better after you've talked about it. It might make a tremendous difference to confide in someone, someone who's sympathetic, who only wants to help."
Donna scooted up the bed, positioning herself beside Karen like a small child seeking comfort from her mother after a bad nightmare. "My story," she began, her eyes staring fixedly across the room, "is as old as time itself. I loved and lost. Only there's one slight difference: The person who rejected me was another woman."
Karen froze! A strange, sinking feeling, not unlike that first downward dip on a roller coaster, churned inside her stomach. But there was nothing she could do about her feelings. After all, it was she who had urged Donna to tell her problems.
As she continued to listen to the older girl relate in brief, unemotional terms the facts of her first love affair, a growing curiosity began to awaken in Karen; a full realization told by one who had known the intimate caresses of another member of her own sex!
Karen had never, so far as she was aware, ever met a lesbian before now. Certainly, she had never been approached by another girl or even felt the slightest desire to experiment herself. But gradually, as Donna's voice calmly narrated her early experiences, Karen could feel a slowly mounting interest in such strange pleasures. It was as if she were a small child again, becoming aware that there existed certain mysterious areas of behavior which, up to the present, had been completely forbidden to her.
Lowering her eyes, she tried to hide the spark of growing interest within her as Donna related the painful experiences of her adolescence. When Donna was fifteen, she had fallen helplessly and totally in love with a much older girl. In return she had been used as an instrument of pleasure. When the older girl had finally tired of her and gone on to convert another inexperienced novice. Donna was crushed. To this day she had been unable to shake off the memory of that first fulfilling love affair. Over the years that followed, she gradually integrated herself with the more liberal, arty types, knowing these people would not chastise her for the way she chose to live.
"..."But don't think I'm completely homosexual," Donna finished. "This may sound a bit strange to you, but I like men as well as girls. You're so young now you might not understand what I'm saying, but to me ... affairs aren't that enduring. You go to bed, you enjoy sex with another person, man or woman, and in the light of day you still know nothing about their inner feelings. There's only the pleasure of flesh, of releasing your physical needs. When your current interest begins to fade, there's always someone else to fill the void." Donna's voice broke, giving lie to her words, exposing the depth of her feeling.
On sudden impulse, Karen moved her hand to Donna's hair and began to stroke her head gently, saying nothing, simply trying to express sympathy and understanding.
Donna turned and for the first time during the long discussion, looked deeply into Karen's eyes. "Can you understand me Kar? Can you understand how I got the way I am?" Her eyes were full of misery as she reached her hand up to the side of Karen's face and gently brushed her fingers across the soft, firm flesh with a light caress.
"Yes, I understand," she said, whispering the words, hearing her own voice tremble in warm response to Donna's need. Somehow she felt as if she had stumbled upon a staggering discovery about herself, as if Donna had unwittingly stirred desires deep within her that she had never before recognized.
And in that moment, the words from that voice so familiar to her memory, rang with a new clarity: "Freedom of sexual expression." Over and over Andy's words echoed in her thoughts, but only now with purpose, with understanding. Wasn't it she who had longed for freedom from inhibitions? Then why couldn't sex between two women be emotional as well as physical? Of course it could. Otherwise her sense of values were meaningless. And ... there was no denying that she was intrigued by Donna's frank account of her homosexual activities. There was no denying that the story had aroused more than just her sympathy. Be truthful with yourself her thoughts cried demandingly. Admit it. You have an almost uncontrollable urge to find out for yourself what the caresses of another girl would be like...
"Would you like to make love to me?" Karen whispered, scarcely believing her own words.
The older girl narrowed her eyes, running them wonderingly over Karen's suddenly blushing, downcast face. "Do you really want me to?" she asked, unable to disguise the excitement in her voice.
"Yes ... I do," Karen answered meekly, as her heart thudded crazily beneath the bedspread. In answer, the voluptuous blonde raised her arms and gently enclosed them around the young redhead's narrow waist.
Karen took a deep, trembling breath, then exhaled rapidly, releasing the tension from her tortured body. She had reached the point of no return; there was no turning back now.
CHAPTER THREE
Outside of Sea Breeze Village, the sweltering summer day lay over the coastal community with a blanket of humid heat that gave no sign of lifting. The gentle ocean breeze no longer stirred the bamboo curtains in the bedroom where the two girls sat almost trance-like, staring at each other with the full conscious knowledge of what they were about to embark upon.
The fluid light of the semi-darkened room played across the white translucent valleys and peaks of Karen's young body, now completely uncovered and open to Donna's admiring gaze.
"It's so hot and sticky outside," Donna purred, "Let's take a bath together and get more comfortable."
Karen nodded, and shyly followed Donna out of the bedroom and into the unusually spacious bathroom. The younger girl was unable to pinpoint the precise moment when she had decided to give herself to Donna, but no matter what her motivations were whether they were a simple desire to experiment, an affectionate wish to show Donna that not everyone regarded sex as purely a self-gratifying pastime, or merely her own repressed perversions coming to the surface she had to go through with it now...
She let Donna take her hand and lead her slowly into the cooler bathroom; the dull Friday morning now magically altered, changed by fate into a day of vital psychological meaning for her. The room itself was a welcome break from the stuffy bedroom that they had just left. Karen had redecorated and modernized it herself, using her practical efficiency to tile the walls in soft blue mosaic squares. A white synthetic fur rug carpeted the floor wall-to-wall, and streamline glass cabinets and shelves lined the walls, giving ample storage room for toiletries.
The stunning young redhead curled her toes into the deep-piled rug as the voluptuous blonde girl moved up behind her and lightly placed her hands on Karen's softly rounded shoulders and began to knead her pale skin gently, relaxing the tensed muscles into a satiny smoothness. Lowering her head, Donna touched her mouth softly to the nape of Karen's neck, planting a winding trail of tiny, wet kisses as she stooped lower and lower, until she was on her knees. Reaching up, she planted her widespread fingers at the base of the younger girl's spine, kneading there, too, until the rigidity of her muscles had surrendered to the expert massage.
Karen could feel the tension flow from her body in waves of enticing relaxation. She swallowed audibly as she felt the adrenalin pumping through her limbs with sharpening intensity, and let her body go limp in submittal to the lovemaking which she had initiated.
Slowly inching her body up to a standing position again, Donna turned the young redhead around to face her, and ran her eyes appreciatively over her alluring milky-white nakedness. Karen blushed deeply, still feeling an extreme embarrassment under the other girl's frank stare, then turned away to lean forward over the tub and insert the plug before turning both taps on full force. Turning again, Karen was surprised to see that Donna was removing her clothing with slow seductive movements, while her eyes devoured the naked charms of the trembling body in front of her.
Karen felt a sudden knot of apprehension churn in her stomach; she was still not sure that this new adventure was wise. The lithe young redhead lowered her eyes, then turning quickly, bent forward to adjust the flow of water, unintentionally revealing the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her slightly parted vagina to the older girl's avid inspection.
Donna, having removed her sweatshirt and brassiere, felt her breath quicken as her eyes locked on the vulnerable openness of the young redhead's revealing position, her ripe full breasts rising and falling like two golden balloons being slowly inflated.
When at last Karen straightened up, turning slowly to face her ripely endowed neighbor, her eyes, despite her inbred embarrassment, widened in wonder. That Donna was aroused was clearly evident; her breasts seemed to be expanding before the younger girl's eyes, swelling with a passion-stimulated flow of blood until the alluringly tanned flesh strained with tautness. And her extremely large areolas spread until they were the size of two tarnished silver dollars, from each of which now protruded, in glaring rigidity, an erected coralline nipple as long and thick as the tip of Karen's little finger.
The lithe young redhead gasped audibly as her seductive blonde neighbor moved through the steam which was beginning to fill the room and laid her fingers on Karen's waist. Her fingers trembled at the touch; the girl's skin was so incredibly soft, so sleek and smooth! For a few moments, she fondled the flesh around the younger girl's waist, then eased her hands down until they cupped her curvaceous hips.
"Take off my jeans," Donna whispered, "I don't want to take my hands off you. Not for one second."
An enraptured Karen nodded, speechless at the emotional intensity of the moment, then eagerly, swiftly, began to move her trembling fingers to Donna's waist, finally drawing the zipper slowly downwards.
Keeping her hands on Karen's waist, Donna waited breathlessly until her jeans came down over her hips, then slipped her feet together and wriggled her legs seductively until the tight-fitting jeans had fallen in a limp bundle around her ankles.
As she stepped daintily out of them, Karen's hands went around her waist, her fingertips pressing into the base of her spine. The older girl took a slow, deep breath, expanding her taut breasts even further as she held it, then sucked in her stomach to ease the removal of her flimsy panties. Karen's fingers clutched at the waistband, then slowly drew them down.
Donna was frantic with desire and reached down and quickly skimmed out of the silken panties. Standing entirely nude before Karen, Donna proudly reveled in the younger girl's look of total admiration.
Immediately, the redhead felt her own nipples begin to harden and, glancing down, watched her normally small, soft-textured nipples bloom into ripening, hardened buds.
Sensing Karen's growing passion, the voluptuous blonde began to jiggle her breasts, arching upwards on her toes to bring her nipples into delicious contact with her neighbor's equally hard buds. The electrical contact took Karen's breath away. She gasped aloud as the older girl's free hand began to massage her breasts in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the nipples into even firmer, almost tormenting hardness. Without warning, Donna scissored her legs open with the agility of a limbo dancer, exposing the thin slit of her vagina nestled teasingly in the soft golden hair between her thighs.
Breath quickening noticeably, Karen watched in entranced rapture as her seductive neighbor began to sway rhythmically, each sideways movement in her semi-squatting position allowing her lips to brush tantalizingly across Karen's already achingly-stiff nipples. For what seemed an eternity Karen remained immobile, wanting to move, but unable to do so as the older girl continued her enticing, hypnotic movements.
Finally, the rising steam and the steady splash of the water reminded Karen that the bath must be nearly overflowing. Reluctantly, she moved to the tub and turned off the taps. Her legs trembling with the strength of her passion, she slipped to the tub's edge and ran her fingers through the flowing water, testing the temperature.
Lifting one leg up, she lowered her foot over the side of the enameled enclosure, deliberately remaining in an open position for several moments so that Donna could feast her eyes upon the soft, pink, moistened flesh of her pulsing cunt. The thin, curved slit peeled apart and the inner lips were succulently revealed to Donna's steady gaze. Then, slowly, the younger girl slipped into the tub.
A light trickle of moisture had already begun to run down the inner thighs of the voluptuous blonde's legs as the warmth of Karen's passion fused with her own lustful arousal. She made no attempt to conceal her premature emission, though it was obvious from Karen's widening eyes that she had noticed the warm white fluid escaping from the inner confines of her womb.
The steam-filled room had grown very hot and beads of perspiration stood out in tiny rivulets on the beautiful blonde's naked body, running down from her neck into the deep valley of her breasts. Moving seductively, Donna drew ever nearer the tub, until finally Karen felt the warmth of her ripe female body pressed against her shoulder. She began to quiver noticeably as the older blonde reached down under the swell of her breasts to cup their firm resilience in both hands.
Karen's eyes filled with renewed passion as she looked down and watched Donna's fingers begin to gently manipulate her bosom. Fingers spreading, the blonde lifted the younger girl's melon-shaped mounds, until Karen felt their bulky weight nearly disappear.
Oh God! Her hands feel so good ... so soft! Karen thought to herself, delighting in the renewed sensations of warmth that filled her yearning body. Stretching her legs beneath the water, she let them splay wide, feeling the bath water rush up into the narrow slit of her parted cuntal lips. Pushing slightly but meaningfully, Karen urged Donna to step into the tub, then let her body go limp, sinking up to her shoulders in the all embracing warmth of the bath.
Still embracing the fleshy mounds of her neighbor's pulsating breasts, Donna stepped into the enamel enclosure, positioning herself so that she was kneeling in the water between the stunning redhead's widespread legs, forcing the younger girl to draw her knees up and allow her legs to press between her splayed thighs. Karen gasped aloud as tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly, the exquisite sensations taking complete control over her consciousness.
Grasping a large sponge from the glass shelf above her, Donna methodically began to soap Karen's right breast, while simultaneously rubbing her fingers over the other, pulling gently at its rubbery nipple. Working up a generous lather on the sponge, she began to coat the rest of the young girl's skin with foamy suds until the water grew frothy with bubbles. In a dream-like haze, Karen leaned slowly forward and rested her cheek against Donna's thigh. The firm, sleek, wet muscle felt intimate and inviting.
The older girl now began to soap the alluring redhead's left breast, dipping into the water with her sponge and giving the lithe curvature long, lingering strokes until the nipple once again rose in a turgid erection. Slowly sliding the sponge back into the warm water, she worked the suds around the surface of Karen's smooth flesh with her fingers, caressing and washing each individual area in tiny rotating movements.
After completely saturating the upper half of the redhead's lush body with suds, the voluptuous blonde girl gently urged her friend to stand up so she could get at the even more exciting lower regions. Obediently and unsteadily, Karen climbed to her feet, spread her legs and balanced herself against the wall.
The heavy steam that rose steadily from the bath water tickled her nostrils, and closing her eyes, Karen began to nibble unconsciously on her lower lip as Donna's hands moved to her legs, her fingers resting just above Karen's knees on the fleshy swell of her seductively open thighs. Washing the outside of Karen's legs first, Donna's hands caressed slowly up the starkly white and splayed limbs, until they came to rest momentarily on the young girl's lush, curvaceous hips.
As Karen's thighs began to quiver involuntarily under this tormenting caress, Donna transferred her fingers to her softer, more vulnerable inner thighs, and with her thumbs splayed wide, began to fondle the quivering, faintly moaning girl in earnest.
Donna's fingers wormed to the pink edges of Karen's dilating cunt, probed gently, then slowly widened the fluted lips with one finger slipping smoothly into the lubricated opening. Karen stood there, hypnotized, immobile, as the older girl's sensuous manipulations drove her into maddening excitement.
Karen's facial muscles suddenly tightened in painful-pleasure, as Donna joined two fingers with the first and pushed all three into the hungrily clasping pink folds. As they disappeared with a soft, sucking noise, a low, pleasurable moan purred from the young girl's lips.
Eyes and teeth clenched tightly, Karen writhed beneath the fingers spearing up into her demanding pussy with uncontrollable passionate fury. Donna, her own eyes wide with lust, repeated this tormenting act of love until Karen was forced out of fear that she would faint from the exertion of the intense pounding to cry out for her to stop! Relenting, the impassioned blonde brought her thumbs to the young redhead's quivering pussy and gently pulled the wet, dripping lips widely open. From her vantage point, staring right up into the young girl's loins, Donna was able to see directly into Karen's brazenly exposed vagina. Leaning her weight against the tiled wall, Karen whimpered softly as Donna snaked her pointed tongue out and touched the soft, down covered moistness of her vaginal lips. After licking wetly up and down the helplessly exposed crevice, the tip of Donna's tongue began burrowing into the young girl's fleshy cuntal sheath. Keeping the pouting vaginal slit wide apart with her thumbs, the alluring blonde slowly worked her mouth over the standing girl's clitoris.
"Oh ... oh ... oooooooooh!" The cry was wrenched from Karen's lips as she felt the most tender-sharp, most delectable sensation that had ever possessed her slash through her exposed genitals.
"OH! DONNA ... I CAN'T STAND IT!" she cried, her thighs jerking helplessly, wedged open by Donna's upraised face. Thrusting her hands down on her tormentor's head, Karen began to beat her palms in helpless frenzy in a vain attempt to dislodge that teasing, rapidly flicking tongue from the hot pulsating opening between her legs.
She tried to squirm away, but the enraptured blonde grimly continued to jab her spear-like tongue at the hard, erected clitoris which was now provoking Karen into an uncontrollable spasm of ecstasy. Finally, releasing her nibbling teeth from the lips of the young girl's cunt, Donna let the fleshy folds fall back around her mouth, and passed her hands around Karen's hips until they clutched the rigid firmness of her tightly clenched buttocks.
A few professional caresses at the warm, slippery wet ass-cheeks, and Karen's muscles slowly began to relax. As if in a hypnotic trance, Donna coaxed her fingers into the crease of her buttocks and began to insinuate her forefinger up into the sensitive center of the younger girl's anus.
From where she squatted, Donna could clearly see the tiny, tight ring throbbing as it anticipated her next move. Her fingernails began to probe at the puckered little opening, teasing like a thousand sharp needles. The defenseless orifice was wet from its immersion in the water, and Donna's finger penetrated it easily, her slim digit sinking easily up into the tight-walled inner muscles, burrowing deep within the cringing opening until it could go no farther.
Karen strained back at the intruding finger as the rubbery flesh closed over it in acceptance. A flicker of surprised painful-pleasure passed over her straining face as the probing finger reached its apex up inside her clenching rectum.
This bold penetration overshadowed the torment of the young girl's seething pussy, and she stopped her desperate pounding at Donna's head as the inflamed clitoris was given one last, loving stroke. Then, with a sensation so unlike anything she had ever experienced, so unbelievably forceful that it took Karen's breath away, the invading finger was ripped from her cringing rectal depths. Above the loud sucking POP of the digits hasty retreat, Karen gasped even louder, then quickly clenched her bladder muscles in a frantic attempt to keep from urinating into her tormentor's tightly clamped mouth. A shaft of air, feeling colder than an ice cube, squeezed up into her rectum before it closed shut behind the vanishing digit, forcing Karen to entwine her fingers in the blonde girl's hair in an effort to keep her sagging knees from plunging them both down into the soapy tub.
After a moment, a violently shaken Karen regained a semblance of her composure. She was exhausted from standing in the awkward stance, and wanted desperately to get out of the bath and adopt a more comfortable position; to place herself so that Donna's body could press against hers, to feel the feminine closeness of the girl's breasts, loins and thighs on her own.
Gently, she disengaged Donna's mouth from her seething cunt, and slipped her hand behind the older girl's back, drawing her up to a standing position. For a moment, which seemed an eternity, Donna looked deeply into Karen's smoldering eyes, then pressed her wet, warm body against hers in a lingering embrace.
Finally, the two young female lovers stepped from the tub, and quickly rubbed each other down with a pair of fleecy bath towels. When they were both thoroughly dried, they sprayed each other with a spicy scented perfume, rubbing the cool liquid into the soft fleshy areas of their inner thighs, under their arms, and on the still erect buds of their breasts.
Moments later, eagerly willing to continue their lovemaking in a more comfortable position, the girls scurried to the bedroom and fell upon the mattress, looking into each others eyes expectantly. Karen's eyes shone with obsessive, single-minded purpose as she undraped from her towel and stepped quickly into Donna's waiting arms.
The voluptuous blonde's arms enfolded the stunning redhead's soft, firm flesh, and the younger girl responded quickly to her embrace. Bodies pressing, hugging tightly, their lips met in a long, shameless kiss ... their tongues stealing in and out in rapturous delight. Karen felt as if her body was suspended in limbo, her mind drifting helplessly in a dream-like fantasy somewhere between heaven and earth. Her luscious body was now pressed beneath Donna's, her thighs open, accepting the fingers that were plucking insistently at the moist slit of her pulsating cunt, working patiently up into the open, waiting vaginal sheath.
In response Karen began to run her trembling hands over the tanned global mounds of Donna's buttocks, stroking them smoothly with long, loving caresses. Moving her other hand gradually between the deep valley of the blonde girl's breasts, she milked softly at the spongy nipple closest to her grasp, unconsciously arousing the older girl to wanton heights of pronounced lustfulness.
Donna's breasts responded immediately to the insistent petting, and the tender pointed buds sprang to life, peaking and ebbing with each gasp of air that rushed from her lungs. Her tongue pierced the hot moistness of the small puckered lips beneath her with rapid in and out thrusts, exploring every nook and crevice; then, slowly she inserted one finger up into the stunning redhead's soft, tight cuntal opening and began moving it in and out as if it were a miniature penis.
Unconsciously, Karen moved her fingers down Donna's belly until they closed around the ripe protuberance of the older girl's golden-colored pubic mound. Her knuckles pressed urgently against the pussy curls as she sought the opening to her lover's vagina, first fondling the thick lips, then easily sliding her middle finger deep into the well-lubricated passage.
Gasping, their tongues continued to lick furiously in each other's mouths, following the rhythm of their stiff, ramming fingers, now thrusting in and out of each other's clasping cunts. There could be no gentle caressing, for both girls were far too aroused, too sexually excited to think of prolonging their love play. Together, they separated and plunged into each other as wildly as they knew how, neither girl trying to hold back the mutual lustful passion that burst from their straining bodies.
Donna thrust her forefinger as far as it could go, deep and hard, up into the womb of the writhing girl beneath her. Then, as the walls of her lover's vagina slowly stretched to the forceful pressure, she inserted her middle finger in with the other digit, continuing to spear wildly up into the marshmallow softness with lustful abandon.
Karen, lolling limply beneath her, allowed herself to be used and plundered, spearing back in grateful homage, sinking into helpless delirium as she felt Donna's fingers penetrating the depths of her cunt, bringing her to a pitch of tension-tension that demanded release from every particle of her body!
In response, Donna began to urge her loins up and down in an instinctive, mindless tempo of lust; her excitation focused entirely on what Karen was doing to her vagina, ignoring the pitiless squeezing of Karen's other hand around her breast and nipple.
Karen's own beautiful face was contorted and twisted into an expression of pain-filled elation. A low moan hissed from her lips, nearly lost in the loud sucking noises of the long hard fingers being sucked greedily into her clasping, demanding cunt. Donna swished her long golden tresses from side to side in wild abandon, ramming her stiffened fingers in and out of the young girl's pussy, her own firm breasts dancing and jiggling below her heaving chest.
Karen was nearly out of her mind with need. Her whole torso quivered under the blows of Donna's impaling fingers, and she clenched her vaginal muscles tightly against them in an effort to hasten the impending ecstasy of climax.
"Ooooooohhhh, ooooooooohhhhh," she moaned, all the inhibitions drained from her mind. "Harder," she cried. "HARDER!"
Obediently, Donna increased the force of her maddening thrusts, feeling her own climax spiraling toward undeniable release. "Fuck it. of Fuck it faster!" she pleaded demandingly. "Oh shit. . . ! Fuck...! " she babbled incoherently, blurting obscenity after obscenity, as the lust in her desire-wracked body deepened her wild frenzy.
"Oh God!" Karen moaned beneath her. "I'm going ... I'm going to..." The words strangled s in her throat, lost in incoherent mumbling as the fiery ball deep in her belly suddenly erupted with a magnitude that forced her body to jackknife instantly upward in muscular rigidity, her entire being spasming as one shuddering unit.
Above her, her voluptuous neighbor chanted on, mouthing every vile word she had ever heard as her long, flowing blonde hair swished from side to side in unparalleled abandonment. As she felt the released juices of her lover's orgasm inundate her jackhammering fingers, her own climax boiled over in ecstatic relief. With one long ear-piercing shriek, the astonished blonde buried her mouth in the convulsing younger girl's shoulder, biting down hard.
The pleasure-pain of Donna's teeth sinking into her tender flesh instigated a second, even more powerful, reaction from the mindless young redhead. As if she had touched a live, high-voltage wire, for an instant Karen's body arched upwards, the force of her second orgasm so strong it momentarily lifted both girls off the bed.
Together then, both girls collapsed in a tangle of flesh-spent euphoria, each unable to do a thing but draw ragged breaths as a succession of smaller, after shocks periodically shuddered through their exhausted bodies, each passing second bringing to them an increasing feeling of muscular lassitude, a deadening, heavy strengthlessness.
After a period of silence, broken only by gasping, ragged breathing that ever so slowly diminished, Karen made the first stirring motion. She did not want to move, but the cumbersome position in which they had collapsed demanded it. Experimentally, she shifted her weight, testing the strength in her right arm as she gingerly inched the weight of her muscle-exhausted body painfully onto it. The aching in her strengthless muscles shuddered through her body, her cramped, numbed legs registering their protest by trembling spasmodically.
At last, their bodies unfurled, both girls stretched their limbs gratefully, turning so they faced one another, and let the drowsiness of post-coital euphoria wash over their exhausted bodies.
Cocking one eye open, Donna smiled knowingly at her lesbian-initiated sister-in-arms, kissed her longingly, then surrendered her satiated body to the demands of rest. A knowing, half-smile adorned her lovely features as they both slipped into a refreshing slumber.
CHAPTER FOUR
The ocean shimmered in glistening hues of lavender and indigo as the afternoon sun sank steadily into the watery horizon, casting deep shadow over much of the Polynesian-decored Sea Breeze Village. Yet a handful of stubborn sun worshipers still lounged in and around the heated blue waters of the "Village's" pineapple-shaped swimming pool. One of them, a willowy dark-haired girl, floated drowsily on her back near one end of the pool, savoring the familiar "humming" effect the gently lapping water was generating in her lithe, scantily-clad body. Although christened Artis Hopkins, none of the other tenants referred to the dark-haired girl by her given name. To the small group of girls who tolerated her, she was known as "Drifter". To the larger group who avoided her like the plague, she was commonly referred to as "that junkie in cell D". But to Artis, it really didn't matter what anyone called her so long as the chain of illicit drugs flowing across international borders remained unbroken.
In fact, at the moment, Artis couldn't care less about anything-anything except the total devotion to her senses. Before coming out to the pool for her ritualistic afternoon swim, she had "sampled" the latest shipment of Moroccan hashish. To her delight, it had produced the desired effect in spades!
As she floated aimlessly, her thoughts were turned inwards, as if listening to the vibrations of her drug-stimulated body. Her large, dark eyes were open, staring sightlessly upward. At the sudden sound of a pair of wooden clogs clopping away from the pool on the pebble-infused, concrete decking, Artis rolled leisurely over on her side, her self-concentrating reverie momentarily shattered. For a moment . she was attentive, her dark, hollowed eyes following the posterior-wiggling departure of the sound's perpetrator.
Well after the clod clopping had faded, her gaze remained fixed on the path the departing tenant had taken, her mind sluggishly riveted on the mystery of her disturber's identity. From her position the posterior view of the girl had been unfamiliar, a condition which was unusual, for the dark-haired girl spent a mimimum of four hours daily in this position. Slowly, through a process of elimination, the downstairs occupant of complex D determined that the path in her gaze led to the apartments in complex A. As this fact slowly registered in her mind, the unknown tenant's identity became clear. All the tenants of A complex were known to her, all except the new manager, Amy Kirk.
With a small frown of dismissal Artis rolled once again onto her back. As she did so the last flicker of a dying sun ricocheted off the upstairs windows of apartment D, then dissolved, leaving the building entirely in shadow. From behind the window of Donna Power's apartment an indistinct movement caught Artis's attention and a slow smile spread across her features: Tonight was party night!
Leisurely, Artis drifted back into her world of inner concentration, dreamily fantasizing about the coming night's events. .
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In apartment D-l, Donna Powers moved restlessly across the living room, paused for a moment to stare at a sterling-silver tray strewn with various mind-stimulating drugs and paraphernalia, and apparently satisfied, moved along to the westward-facing picture window and opened the drapes. Immediately her gaze was attracted to the hazy, mushroom-shaped, crimson glow settling into its watery grave on the horizon. At the muted but distinct sound of clopping wooden shoes, her. gaze shifted downward, peering into indistinct shadow. She distinguished a solitary figure floating motionlessly in the pool. Although the girl's features were not distinct, there was no question in Donna's mind who the figure was.
For a moment her gaze traveled familiarly, around the pool area, her eyes perceiving pridefully the expansive circular patio. From her vantage point on the second floor, the court yard and roof of the "Village" resembled an enormous, weathered wagon wheel laid flat. With the sparkling blue pool as a hub, a dozen, narrow, shrub-lined pebble paths extended in radiating arcs outward, each leading to one of the twelve, squat two-story apartment buildings. This wagon-wheel effect was intensified by a continuous, circular, thatched roof which appeared like a wide, yellow rim circling the dozen gray spokes.
The "Village" had built with foresight and a definite concern for its tenants. The architect had combined his own aesthetic values with the developers more mercenary ones into a functional blending of tastefulness, practicality, and above all, privacy: Each of the four apartments in the twelve separate buildings had been carefully sound-insulated and each could only be entered from the four-car carport which separated them. From within each apartment, a second means of egress led to the large patio area and pool, the upstairs' apartments of each building sharing a common outside staircase. Clearly posted at each carport entrance was a sign: "Males Prohibited". Deliverymen and the like were admitted only under rigid rules, and were always accompanied by the manager.
All in all it was an ideal arrangement for female tenants who wanted privacy and security. Some, however, balked at the rigid rule prohibiting males. Some even tested it. All who did and were detected found themselves hurriedly reading the want ads. The "No Males" policy was the owners wish and it mystified the other tenants that only one of their number had continually been able to violate this rule and get away with it: Donna Powers. The recent ex-manager had even complained to the fat, balding real estate man who handled the property and that was why she was an ex. The Sea Breeze Village was a legacy from Donna Powers's parents a fact that only she and the shrewd, tight-lipped, and prosperous real estate man knew.
Turning from the window. Donna's eyes slowly scanned the living room. Spotting two mugs on the window ledge half-filled with cold, black coffee, she took them into the small kitchen, rinsed them with warm water, carefully rubbing the lipstick marks away with her thumb, then turned them upside down on the drainboard.
Walking back into the living room, she inspected it for the tenth time. Everything seemed tidy enough, though she didn't know why she was going to so much bother. The people she picked for friends could really care less about such trivial matters as a clean living room. All they cared about was getting high and turning on to the wild music from her stereo collection.
Donna reached down and picked up a marijuana joint from the silver tray, lit it, took a deep drag, and let the sweet pungent smoke completely fill her lungs. After exhaling slowly, she took another, deeper, more prolonged drag.
In less than a minute she began to feel the first delicious lightness, the slow drifting into a sensory intensification. Giggling to herself, she turned on the stereo, and sexily began undulating her hips to the pulsating beat of bongo drums.
She danced across the rug in lighthearted abandon, swinging her arms loosely in front of her, turning in rapid, circular motions, all the while swaying her hips in time with the pounding rhythm.
The slow burning joint, now dangling loosely from her lips, flared with the swish of air that played across it's burning ember. Around and around she whirled, twirling in total abandonment until finally she collapsed to the rug in dizzy exhaustion.
She lay there momentarily, enjoying the familiar lifting sensation in her head, as sight and sound and touch took on a new, intensive perspective.
Karen would be over in a few minutes, for it was almost time for the guests to arrive. Donna knew the younger girl would deliberately delay her entrance until a few people had arrived.
Ever since yesterday morning, when she had so skillfully conned the younger girl into offering her body for Donna's use, they had scarcely exchanged more than a few words to each other. Obviously, Karen felt embarrassed at what had happened. Donna was sure the redhead did not suspect she had engineered their intimate affair in the bath, and the even more sensual love-play which had followed.
The whole episode had been nothing more to Donna than a softening-up of the girl for the party tonight and her photographer friends. Mike and Elaine wanted models that didn't possess too many inhibitions: What better way could there be of insuring that the girls would finally end up stripping and posing for them as sexily as possible?
All of Donna's detailed preliminaries with perspective models usually saved a great deal of time for Mike and Elaine, and Donna got a fat commission if she succeeded in seducing the girls before their first appointment. All the same, Donna did feel a slight pang of regret for the way in which she had so cleverly deceived Karen. Not that this girl was any different from the others, but Donna kept seeing her large hazel-green eyes, so sad, so compassionate, so filled with unvoiced dismay. Of course, everything Donna had told the younger girl about her seduction was completely true. The episode had actually happened in exactly the way she had related it to Karen, but she had narrated the same story so many times, and to so many different girls, that it had long ago stopped seeming real to her. It was as if she had rehearsed the lines of a play so intensively that they no longer had the power to move her, no matter how poignant they had been at the beginning.
She took one short final draw on the joint and crushed the tiny butt into an ashtray, sighing regretfully as the thought of the whole messy affair lingered deep in her conscience. The marijuana was increasing her self-pity, and with a determined effort, the young blonde girl swung her legs to the floor and forced herself to stand.
The ringing of the doorbell brought her quickly back to the present. At last the party could get started, she thought impatiently as she hurried to the door. She opened it with a set smile on her face, then gasped in amazement as she stared at her caller. Before her stood the photographer, Elaine Davies and the largest dog she had ever seen, a giant St. Bernard.
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The party was in full swing by the time Karen arrived in front of her blonde neighbor's door. As Donna had predicted, her alluring redheaded friend delayed her entrance. What Donna didn't know, however, was that the lateness of her arrival could only be partially attributed to a predetermined motive, the bulk of the reason resting in the simple fact that Karen had napped and overslept.
A little noise penetrated from the adjoining apartment as Karen hurriedly checked her image in the hall mirror, then stepped slowly out onto the communal balcony. The noise here was louder, but not yet overbearing. The evening air was sticky with warmth and filled with a myriad of aromas, the most prevalent of which was night-blooming cereus, spiced with just the faintest trace of the ever-present dampness of the sea.
As she hesitated at the door to Donna's apartment, briskly giving her hair a final pat, then smoothing the material of her skirt over her enticingly curved hips, a new, quite different aroma tickled her nostrils. Instinctively, she drew two short breaths through her nose, testing, comparing, categorizing the scent. It was familiar, yet she could not immediately identify it. The closest comparison she could make was that of freshly-mown alfalfa, only sweeter.
Suddenly, she knew; burning marijuana!
For a moment she hesitated, fighting the swell of uncertainty that rose in a trembling surge, constricting the muscles around her throat, then determinedly raised a clenched fist and rapped lightly' on the door. After several moments, and no answer, she rapped again, louder. Presently, the door was flung wide by a glassy-eyed and slightly disheveled Donna Powers.
The noise now was loud and the pot fumes stronger. Donna was speaking, but her words were undistinguishable in the din of blaring hard rock and garbled shouts. Leaning closer, Karen caught the tail end of her neighbor's words, " ... so late?"
Karen's reply went unheard, but reacting to her hostess's gesture, the young redheaded girl stepped across the threshold, and sensed rather than heard the door being closed behind her. Immediately, Donna grasped her hand, carefully led her over the prostrate couple doing their thing at the far end of the hall, and on into the heart of the electronic din.
Introductions were made and acknowledged with a nod of the head, and with none of the parties involved further enlightened as to names. Judgment was passed immediately by the shifting of eyes: All of the men's dropped from face to ankles slowly, then even more slowly back up; all of the women's save one, an onxyed-eyed beauty with square-cut dark hair dripped and rose again swiftly, their judgment expressed emphatically and irrevocably by guarded eyes as their mouths set in an artificial smile of true deadliness.
These mock introductions completed. Donna steered her guest to the makeshift bar, motioned for her to help herself, and unceremoniously disappeared in the direction of her bedroom.
Out of uneasiness more than thirst, Karen fixed herself a drink one with lots of ice, lots of mix, and little booze. Settling herself on one of the cushions scattered around the room for just that purpose, Karen took a tentative sip of her drink, licked her lips appreciatively, and leaned back against the wall, letting her eyes roam over the faces in the room. Some of them she already knew: Two or three girls from other apartments, plus Artis, "the drifter", from downstairs. Two of the men she had met casually through Donna, but for the life of her she could remember neither of their names. It didn't matter, really, for she didn't plan to stay. She had accepted the invitation only out of friendship to Donna, and after a discrete interval, planned to return to her own apartment. This was not her kind of party. Drugs were not her thing. She hadn't tried them before, and she didn't plan to start now.
Her circuitous gaze completed, she began again, this time skipping those faces she already knew and those either uninteresting or hostile to her presence. Males and females seemed evenly matched, and to her relief, none of the former had approached her. Under ordinary circumstances, she would not have balked at such a situation, but not here, not with this group. She wanted no part of Donna's drug-oriented friends. She would finish her drink and leave.
Suddenly her gaze stopped, her eyes held fast by the young woman with the dark eyes and dark hair cut boyishly short and square. Karen shivered with a feeling akin to reverence and ... and something more she could not name, then forced her eyes away. The shivering passed as her eyes moved on, but presently they returned to the young woman, as if they were drawn there hypnotically.
The dark-haired woman's gaze was diverted elsewhere, but instinctively Karen knew the woman was aware of her scrutiny. But Karen didn't care; there was something about the woman that attracted her attention. Carefully her eyes noted every detail of the woman: Her hair, although short and boyish, was easily her most alluring asset. It shone with a radiance of health, glistening darkly, framing her clear, lightly tanned skin, accenting the beautiful line of her jaw. Her eyes were wide and very dark, and for a moment gazed candidly back at Karen with a touch of ironical disinterest, then passed on. Her starkly smooth skin bore no trace of make-up except on her lips, which were tinted a bright shade of red, giving her mouth a curious sensual ness.
She, too, sat on a cushion, and the posture of her bare arms and hands beyond her dark blue, sleeveless dress had about them a quality of repose and a general impression of controlled restraint. Around her neck she wore a chain fashioned to a concave gold medallion, and on the little finger of her right hand a broad turquoise ring. Her medium-short dress was of a thin, clinging material with a square-cut bodice cut low enough to reveal the top halves of her alluringly fine white breasts, but needlessly so, for where they disappeared the material was pulled tight, not hinting, but boldly advertising, their clingingly full roundness and protrudent nipples.
The skirt of her dress was thinly pleated and bellowed out from a thin waist, belted by a four inch wide strip of stark-white leather, into curvaceous hips which were ample, but not I exceedingly so. Fine legs, either bare or covered in translucently sheer nylon, tapered into slightly muscular calves, narrow ankles and square-toed shoes of plain white leather. On the floor beside her rested a wide cartwheel hat of gold straw, its crown rimmed with a narrow ribbon of blue velvet, which tied in a small bow on one side, clasping an upright and gaily-colored ostrich feather.
Karen was intrigued by her beauty and her composure. The prospect of knowing her stimulated the young redhead, yet at the same time she felt a vague disquiet. Thirstily, she belted back the remainder of her drink. She rose and crossed to the makeshift bar.
The dark-haired woman's eyes followed her.
Karen finished fixing her drink, turned and bumped into the softness of a body. Her "excuse me" was lost in the electronic din, but the dark-haired woman at her elbow sensed the words, smiled, then bent close and had to shout into Karen's ear: "I'm Elaine Davies. You must be Karen Waters. Donna described you to a "T'. "
Karen blushed, partially out of the fact the woman knew who she was and Karen didn't know her, and partially out of their intimate closeness. She was nearly ready to swoon with the exotic smell of the woman's perfume, and the heat where their bodies touched.
Sensing the younger girls confusion, Elaine continued. "I'm Mike Davies's sister. Donna made arrangements for you to model for us. You have an appointment Monday morning." She smiled.
Karen's eyes widened with understanding.
"Is there someplace near where we could talk without this infernal racket?" Elaine interjected. Karen frowned. "My apartment's next
"That would be fine," Elaine interrupted. "Just let me get Sultan."
Karen's frown deepened.
Elaine's smile widened. "Sultan's my lovable little St. Bernard. I left him in the kitchen."
Karen watched her turn, cross to the kitchen door and disappear. An expression of curious bafflement was etched in her lovely young face.
CHAPTER FIVE
Karen looked incredulously at the huge St. Bernard sprawled peacefully on the rug not a half-dozen feet from where she and Elaine Davies sat on her living room couch. She sat silent, immobile with fantasized fear, the drink at her elbow untouched. The silence stemmed from a childhood incident that was not fantasy. In the soft flesh under her right arm near the juncture with her shoulder were four marks, each whiter than her white skin, each smaller than the circumference of a pencil, each a pointed reminder of the neighbor's Doberman whose teeth had painfully clamped on that arm at the impressionable age of six.
Beside her, Elaine Davies opened her purse, took out a cigarette, fitted it into a white and gold holder, then placed it confidently between her lips. Snapping open the jaws of a tiny Ronson, she lit the cigarette, dropped the lighter back into her purse, and snapped it shut. Leaning back, she took a deep lungful of smoke, then expelled it slowly with an almost soundless hiss through a broadening smile.
"Does Sultan's presence disturb you, dear?" she asked sweetly.
Like a marionette whose strings were being pulled alternately from first one side, then the other, Karen's head swiveled back and forth from Elaine to Sultan to Elaine to Sultan ... She did not answer; she just kept looking from one to the other, her eyes very wide, white showing all around their hazel-green irises, her tongue licking almost incessantly over dry lips. Her throat was dry and parched, yet she made not the slightest movement for the drink at her elbow.
Seeing the young redhead was not going to respond to her question, Elaine rose fluidly, snapped her fingers and led the obedient St. Bernard to the bedroom door, opened it, let him pass through, then closed it softly. Turning expectantly, she was rewarded; Karen's eyes were riveted to the door.
"Karen?" she asked hesitantly.
The young girl blinked. Her hand flying to the drink beside her, she raised it to her lips and drank half of it in one swallow.
"Are you all right?"
The young girl nodded, drank again, and set the empty glass down with a nervous clank.
"Would you like to talk about it?"
Karen shook her head. "I-I'll be all right ... in a minute." She smiled weakly.
Elaine resumed her seat on the couch and smoked, waiting.
After a few moments Karen found her voice, excused herself, and departed in the direction of the bathroom.
When she returned her cheeks were rosy, the result of a cold washcloth.
"Ah, you look much better, dear," Elaine offered cheerfully.
"I-I'm sorry," Karen stammered. "That hasn't happened in years. I didn't see his tail and ... and when he snarled it gave me a start," she concluded breathlessly.
Elaine's smile broadened. "He wouldn't harm a flea," she enthused confidently. Then, her dark eyes flashing mischievously, she added, "He's a lover, not a fighter."
Karen smiled weakly.
Elaine patted the couch. "Come sit down again, dear. I'll fix you another drink, then we can continue where we left off."
There was no protest from Karen. The dark-haired woman's confident manner bordered on dominance, Karen thought as she sat quietly and watched Elaine prepare the drink. The way she commanded Sultan snapping her fingers and leading him into the bedroom and the way she moved familiarly around the apartment, fixing drinks without asking if it was okay, seemed rather pushy, but at this point Karen simply didn't care.
The muted, pulsating beat from the stereo next door reminded her that Donna's party was still going strong. Glancing at the clock, she was startled to see that she and Elaine had only been in the apartment a little over a quarter of an hour. It seemed much longer. Once out of the noisy din of the blaring music, the two young women had been able to converse in near normal tones. Elaine had expressed a desire to get to know her new employee a little better, and while the older woman questioned her, Karen had fixed them both a drink. When Karen had gotten up to get her guest an ashtray, she had inadvertently stepped on Sultan's tail. Having prided herself on squashing her childhood fear of dogs, she was startled not only by Sultan's snarl, but her sudden reaction to those long suppressed fears. It had shaken her more than she cared to admit.
"There you are, dear," Elaine said, setting a freshly filled glass next to Karen. "Now we can pick up where we left off." She gave the younger girl another of her charming smiles. "Let's see ... you were telling me about your schooling, I believe."
Karen took a sip from her glass before answering, then launched into her background qualifications for the modeling job. With Sultan safely closed in the bedroom and the dominant presence of the alluring woman seated beside her, her earlier fears quickly dissipated and she found herself warming to the subject.
As Karen spoke, Elaine only half-listened; the other half of her thoughts were concentrated on her new model's luscious curves. Elaine always had a yen for something new and exciting in her sex life, and when she had learned from Donna what a pushover the young redheaded girl had been, she was determined to satisfy her craving far from the prying eyes of her bigoted brother. From time to time her sex life required the extra stimulus of an innocent young girl. One who could be seduced without too much difficulty, but who could also play out her participating role with a certain enticing amount of reluctant hesitation. Elaine smiled to herself, feeling sure that she wouldn't spoil anything by gently indulging in a few harmless games with the new girl.
When Karen finished speaking, she took another sip of her drink, then leaned back, waiting for the older woman's comments. There was a brief period of silence in which the two young women sat speculating. Finally Elaine rose, walked a few short steps, then turned, posing her body in that controlled stance peculiar to a truly professional model, and said: "You realize, of course, that our studio specializes in nude photography suggestive photographs something that tells a story to the reader without endless words of description." She moved very close to Karen, looking deeply into her eyes. "I hope you don't have too many inhibitions about showing off your body in front of the camera."
"Oh, no," Karen replied quickly. "I-I'm sure I will be able to do it."
"Well, dear," Elaine continued, moving even closer, "It's important that we get these things straightened out at the beginning. Constant re-shooting can be very expensive. We've had bad experiences before with new models walking out right in the middle of everything. It seems as though they're too shy about showing off their titties and cunts."
Karen gulped back her surprise at the woman's choice of words, an overwhelming blush reddening her cheeks. "Are they?" she said softly, her voice a low, throaty whisper.
Elaine nodded, almost conspiratorially. "If you don't mind, Karen, I'd like to examine you before you go in front of the camera. It'll save us both time. It's necessary I become familiar with your curves and your body in general. We must be sure that the lighting is set up properly for your test shots, you see ... Would you mind undressing and laying down here ... on your tummy first of all?"
Half-entranced, and desperately needing the job, Karen slowly stripped down to her brassiere and panties. Licking her lips, she removed these items with mounting uncertainty.
"Do ... do you want my stockings off too?"
Elaine nodded, her eyes greedily watchful as she let them roam over the girl's milky white flesh. Obediently Karen began to peel her stockings down, unconsciously giving Elaine a spectacular view of her slightly-parted vaginal lips as she raised first one leg, then the other.
As the alluring redhead lowered herself face down onto the cushions, stretching her body to full-length, Elaine said softly:
"You know, Karen, you've got the most voluptuous figure I've seen in years. The way you move, it's really sexy, really exciting to watch." She moved closer to the now trembling, outstretched girl, whispering, "Now I'm going to begin the examination, my dear. Please don't be offended by what I do, will you? It's in both our interests, I assure you. Strictly professional." She hesitated for a moment, then added, "Try to think of me as your doctor. It will make it easier for you to relax."
Karen rested her cheek on her folded arms, closing her eyes languidly, presenting the slowly stopping Elaine with a lust-inciting view of her firmly rounded buttocks, their texture stark white and smooth.
Elaine placed her hands softly on Karen's shoulders, then sat down on the edge of the couch. She began to massage and caress the taut muscles beneath her shoulder blades, her fingers rolling firmly into the rounded flesh, then moved down the young girl's back, massaging slowly, savoring the sensuous touch produced by Karen's silky-smooth bare flesh.
Her hands pressed at the girl's spine, then stole gradually over her raised buttocks, plying her ass-cheeks first downwards, then apart ... her face now so close to the tiny elastic ring of Karen's anus that Elaine's breath blew warmly over her quivering flesh.
Continuing to roll the yielding mounds from side to side, Elaine grasped a large handful of flesh in each hand and began squeezing it like a baker kneading pliant dough. Karen's buttocks began to glow an attractive pink under this pronounced pressure, and Elaine's heart beat faster and faster as her eyes grew bright with desire. As her fingers worked, she parted the globular white mounds enough for her to glimpse the tiny, tight anus alternately appearing between them. Her hands moved down a little, lifting the young redhead's buttocks higher towards her, giving her a clear view of the slightly inflamed cuntal opening, now moist and open from her stimulating touch.
Shyly at first, then with mountain abandon, Karen began to move her hips up and down in an effort to relieve the stimulus she was receiving. When Elaine could see that the younger girl was ready for the next stage of her "inspection", she gently patted Karen's buttocks and ordered her to turn over on her back.
Karen obeyed, wriggling herself into position. She was afraid now to open her eyes, fearing the magical, sensuous spell might be broken. Sighing softly, she raised her arms above her head, causing her breasts to swell. She lay completely exposed to the older woman's gaze, her legs gently parted, emphasizing the silken mound of her moist cuntal opening.
Elaine knelt by the couch, surveying the unadorned beauty which lay so helplessly before her.
"Now, my dear," she whispered. "It's necessary that I examine some of your more private parts. Try not to be embarrassed or offended. I must do this to discover exactly the size and shape of your body."
As she spoke in a low, throaty whisper, Elaine began to fondle Karen's naked breasts, her fingers kneading the redhead's nipples until they rose to pointed peaks. Leaving one hand on Karen's right breast, she caressed the other down the naked girl's torso, over her coppery pubic mound, and then ran her fingers down between the soft lips of the girl's vagina, forcing the moist slit to unfold slowly like a blooming pink orchid.
The drinks Karen had consumed that evening had dulled her senses, but at the unexpected touch of her future employer's fingers on her cuntal lips, her loins jerked upwards as if touched by a cattle prod, her eyes flying open.
Immediately Elaine realized she had gone too far and quickly removed her hand. Flashing one of her patented, charming smiles, she said, "I'm sorry if I startled you, dear, but it's necessary to test our model's sensitivity. I hope you understand."
Karen held the older woman's gaze for a moment, then, turning her head away, said, "Are you about through?"
"Just about, dear," Elaine replied. "There's just one more little test. All right?"
"I-I guess so," the nakedly exposed redhead answered with undisguised reluctance.
"That's a good girl. Now just close your eyes and concentrate on something pleasant, something like ... like being softly caressed by your lover. You must concentrate, now. It's necessary to capture a certain look on film. You understand what I mean don't you? That look that turns men on."
"Yes, I think ... so..."
"Good. Now keep your eyes closed and think about being with your lover. Concentrate. Under no circumstances open your eyes until I tell you to. When I do, look me right in the eye as if I were the camera and keep concentrating." As Elaine spoke she had quietly slipped out of her dress. Laying it on a chair, she continued to croon to Karen. In a very short time she was completely naked.
"That's it," she said, stooping momentarily to pluck at her hat. "That's the expression. Keep concentrating. Imagine your lover's tongue is gliding softly over your body, licking first one nipple, then the other. Good, very good. Now that tongue is licking a hot path down between your breasts, down over your tummy, now swirling around your navel, dipping in, then out, in again, out again. It's getting hotter, moving down, down, down..."
The mesmeric effect of Elaine's words were working on the sensually splayed naked form of the young redhead. Her mouth was parted, its corners turned slightly up, her entire expression one of sensual pleasure. The combination of alcohol and the older woman's verbal expertise were doing their insidious job. Karen almost believed she could feel Andy's tongue gliding hot and moist over her flesh.
"Good. You've got it. That's the expression we want. Now for the real test. Keep your eyes closed. Good. Now imagine your lover's tongue is touching your pussy ... can you feel it?"
"No," Karen whispered.
"Concentrate harder then, dear. Picture that tongue all hot and wet its right in front of your pussy. Its moving closer ... closer ... closer . . "
Suddenly a shiver shot the full length of Karen's body. "Ummmmmmmmm..." she sighed, the expression on her face proof that she imagined she could actually feel it.
"Very good," Elaine whispered softly and quite close.
Karen's body was tingling with the weirdest sensation she had ever experienced. She could swear that Andy's tongue had just barely touched her sensitive pussy lips. Just for an instant then it was gone.
"Can you feel it?"
"No."
"Now?"
"Oh, yessss ... No, it's gone again ... oh ... it's back ... Oh, Jesus ... I can feel it. It's ... it's so gentle, so soft. It tickles ... It's moving . . .Oh, God. I can feel it ... It s ... gone! Oh. please ... come back ... Ahhhhh ... Oh, God. Don't stop. Don't stop! Andy..."
Karen's body was trembling spasmodically now, her full breasts heaving, her loins tingling with building need. On her lower lip a fine, light moisture had quickly sprung. Her senses were completely attuned to that delicious, imagined tongue. She couldn't believe this was actually happening, but there was no denying the growing pressure deep in her womb. She needed release, wanted release, and if it happened now, in front of Elaine, so be it.
"Oh, God ... I'm sorry Elaine ... I can't help myself. I can feel it!"
"Quiet, now, dear. Keep concentrating. Your lover's tongue is as light and soft as a feather. It's moving now. Moving down, down ... Spread your legs a little ... That's it. Now it's moving back up..." she kept crooning, all the while moving the ostrich feather from her hat expertly.
Karen was writhing uncontrollably, now. She had given up all pretense at maintaining control. There was but one thing dominating her thoughs: Release.
Suddenly she had to open her eyes. The soft touch on her pussy was too real to be imagined.
Her eyes flew open, widening as she gaped down to where a completely naked Elaine was leaning over her, the gaily colored ostrich feather from her hat held in her fingers, lightly twirling it, teasing her vibrant, sex-tingling flesh. Instantly, she clamped her legs together.
"What ... what are you doing?" she demanded.
Elaine grinned down at her salaciously, "Getting you good and ready ... for some wild fucking!" she told her, then went right on with the tantalizing torture, dragging the feather up the valley of her closely held thighs.
Instinctively, Karen's hands flew to her pubic mound, knowing in a flash that if she were actually to use the feather on her cunt there would be no end to her arousal ... and she didn't want that.
"Please, Elaine ... don't do that to me!"
"Why not...? " she crooned. "It feels good ... doesn't it?"
"Yes ... but it's torture!"
"Not really! It'll turn you on like nothing you've ever had before," she hissed, intent on what she was doing. "Lie back and enjoy it ... for awhile."
Catching her hands by the wrists Elaine pulled them away from the young redhead's pulsating cuntal slit.
"No! I-I won't let you do it!"
"If you want a job you'd better think again!"
Karen understood. Slowly she relaxed the muscles of her thighs, allowing them to spread. It could be worse! she told herself. A t least she's not one of the weird ones with whips and crazy clothes!
Elaine released her hands, then, focusing her full attention on what she was doing, began to tantalize the younger girl's naked flesh with the feather.
Groaning with helplessness, Karen felt the teasing lightness of the feather as it tracked tiny circles of fire on the smooth skin of her inner thighs, darting into the hollows on either side of her sparsely hair-fringed cuntal lips. She wanted to scream with the excruciating torment as it moved relentlessly towards its obvious target through a deviously torturous route.
Inexorably, the feather in Elaine's hand moved closer and closer, until finally it trailed into the coralline moistness of her vaginal furrow, fringed lightly with the soft coppery curls of her pubic hair. Around and around Elaine twisted it, dipping into her cuntal opening momentarily, then dragging it up between the inner, petal-like lips that had once again flowered open. She watched with lewd satisfaction as she saw them begin to darken a deeper shade of pink.
Never had Karen experienced such an ecstatically nerve-tingling sensation. She began to writhe on the couch, her hips undulating up toward that torturing feather, her breath coming in uncontrolled short pantings. She felt Elaine begin to tease the feather tip in and out of her moist cuntal passage, igniting searing flames of desire to race unchecked through her overheated nerve endings.
"Oh, my God ... Elaine! Please stop! I can't stand it!" she groaned.
Elaine wasn't about to stop, yet; she wanted Karen completely helpless. She twisted the feather farther into the moist depths of the young redhead's cunt, then finally, after long moments, it left her vagina and pirouetted upward to dance through the sparse, coppery fringe to the pulsating bud of her erected clitoris. She moved it tormentingly up and down the short length of the miniature phallus, coming to rest with a twirling motion on its blood-engorged, sensitive head. Karen stifled a scream. Never, ever, had she experienced such exquisite agony...
The ostrich feather Held lightly in Elaine's hand danced teasingly over her throbbing clitoris for only a few moments. Just at the point when Karen was sure she could stand no more of it, the lust-inciting feather was suddenly gone. Then, she felt it trailing up through the fleecy softness of her pubic hair, across her abdomen and out over the flat, white plane of her smooth belly, dipping with a saucy twirl into the shallow depression of her navel.
Suddenly, with a broad sweep, the teasing feather was on her breasts, orbiting them in figure eights. Each evolution grew smaller, moving upwards on the full mounds of her trembling, white breasts, until it circled the crowning, cameo-pink of her hard-coned nipples.
Soft, mewling whimpers began to come unbidden from Karen's lips as the torturing feather, still moist from her cuntal opening, moved in ever smaller circles, setting her breasts quivering with rampant sensations of inextinguishable desire.
Karen felt as though she were in a strong undertow, being dragged under water, and she was helpless in its grip. She was aware only of the throbbing ache in her loins. She couldn't wait much longer.
Frantically, her hands clawed at the full ripe orbs of her own breasts. Against her will, she kneaded and massaged them cruelly, pressing them up from her supine, quivering body, offering them to her tormentor like a sacrifice.
All conscious control had stopped. She surrendered her body to the total, depraved enjoyment of the sensation the twirling, dancing feather engendered in her trembling body.
The teasing feather left her breasts, suddenly, and she felt it trace a salacious path down through the deep valley between her quivering breasts, swooping down again to the pulsating pink flesh of her searingly expectant pussy. She gasped with sheer ecstatic arousal as she felt the moist tip of it slide down through her coppery pubic hair, then pause momentarily on her clitoris, where the twitching tormenting feather left her breathlessly writhing on the couch.
Karen almost screamed with frantic frustration. But it didn't stop there, instead she felt the feather plow lightly down through her cuntal furrow until it was running in tiny, orbiting circles around the brownish, puckered ring of her anus. The full moons of her buttocks began to spasm as the tip of the feather nestled down between the orbs of white flesh to tantalize the sensitive flesh of her clenching rectum.
"OOOOoooohhhhhh!" she groaned, with agonized rapture as the unbelievably powerful sensations surged uncontrollably through her body. "Oh, Jesus! I-I can't take anymore, Elaine! Stop it! Take it away! Please...? Oh, please?"
In spite of her resolve to hold back her own sexual arousal, Elaine found herself breathing heavily as she half leaned, half crouched between Karen's widespread legs. II won't be long now! But the real fun will come when I get my tongue in her! She'll go off like a Roman candle!
CHAPTER SIX
Looking down at the lovely redheaded girl on the couch, Elaine Davies knew that it was time, now, to give her something she'd remember. Not hurrying, the dark-haired temptress stood up and, posing seductively, began to roam her hands over her curvaceously delicate figure.
Despite her frenzied state, Karen watched in almost hypnotic fascination as the older girl's hands moved reassuringly over her own body, cupping her luscious, full breasts caressingly, kneading the delicate, pink nipples to spiky erection, then, finally, sliding them down across the flatness of her smooth, lightly tanned belly and into the coal black triangle of her pubic mound. Slipping one finger into the moist pinkness of her protuberant-lipped cuntal slit, she expertly began to tease her own erectly alert clitoris, immediately eliciting from her entire body a series of erotic shivers.
Without losing contact with her quivering pubic mound, she sidled onto the couch beside Karen, deftly parted the younger girl's legs even wider and lowered her dark head into the redhead's coppery-haired "vee". Without further preparation, her flicking tongue stabbed immediately up into the quivering fissure of Karen's passion-moistened pussy. The coals of desire fanned into flame under the expert manipulation of the ostrich feather immediately rekindled under the female photographer's equally expert tongue. In moments Karen's entire body was once again a raging inferno of needful desire. Her pelvis jerked violently upwards as Elaine's spearing tongue stabbed incessantly between her moist fleshy pussy lips. Her powerful thighs clamped tightly around Elaine's head in an instinctive action to draw her tormentor's tongue even deeper up into the seat of her unbridled desire.
With a great deal of effort the older girl wrenched her head free. Gasping with the exertion as her head lifted free, she stared with unsuppressed wonderment into Karen's glazed eyes.
"Easy ... dear..." she gasped between breaths. "Not ... so ... fast..."
Karen returned her gaze, neither able nor wanting to check the carnality building inside her raging loins. She lay one hand gently upon Elaine's thigh, and as she tenderly slid it along the tanned, satin smooth flesh, she felt as though her vagina was about to burst into flames. Lord, she had never felt this way ever, not even with Andy! Elaine's tongue had been like a thousand volts of electrical current surging through her body, causing a myriad of tiny explosions to ignite inside her loins and belly. Of their own volition her hands moved to the dark-haired girl's breasts. Caressingly, her thumbs and forefingers began taunting and rolling her hardened nipples with wanton delight.
God, what's happened to me? I've never felt so ... so whorish in my life! My God, I can't believe it!
Elaine Davies sucked in her breath at the unbelievable sight before her. She had enjoyed many young girls in her own resourceful way, but never had there been anyone like this ... never anyone so lovely, so responsive.
Once again, with thumbs pressed to either side of Karen's passion-slickened cuntal lips, Elaine tenderly spread the vertical slit open until its moist, coral lusciousness was parted to her gaze. She felt the young redhead's warm, soft, inner-thighs quiver against the backs of her hands, and heard her breath catch deep down in her gasping throat. Skillfully, she leaned closer and opened the fleshy inner petals enshrining her hidden clitoris; then, this time more gently, she began licking out with the stiffened tip of her hot, wet tongue, and immediately felt the erotic response jolt convulsively through Karen's naked body.
"Oooohhh ... Ooohhhh..." the young model moaned, raising her head to gaze down with passion-filled eyes between her proud, erect breasts at the dark-haired female head buried between her widespread thighs. Then, Elaine was smiling up at her, the first traces of an evil gleam coming to life in her now wildly excited eyes.
"Ooohhh!" Karen gasped, spasming once more as the alluring photographer's hot, moist lips closed over the soft pubic mound at the base of her belly. Again her face disappeared into the soft fleece between Karen's open legs as Elaine showered wet, tantalizing kisses on the passion-moistened vaginal fissure, her tongue flicking serpent-like up into the palpitating cuntal opening.
Suddenly, a prodigious sensation of power raced through Karen and she thrust her loins upward towards Elaine's mouth. "Yes ... yes! Lick it!" she heard herself hiss as her hands entangled themselves in her lover's dark hair and she endeavored to pull her head tighter against her seething pussy. "Lick my cunt! Ooohhh lick it! Suck it!"
Karen's elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head began to roll from side to side as Elaine's searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip madly circling her quivering clitoris. "Oooohhhh," she moaned again as those voracious lips sucked, drawing the warm pussy folds deep into the shelter of Elaine's gently biting mouth, and her tongue continued its taunting licking against the urgent pink smoothness of the young girl's open cunt.
From then on Elaine worked hungrily, running her tongue up and down the length of the narrow vaginal slit. Starting at her lower belly, it pressed its way down, down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks, seeking the tiny puckered hole of her anus. Subconsciously, Karen lifted her legs, drawing her thighs back until her knees touched her breasts, raising her hips and buttocks to this unnatural assault, all the while purring animal-like sounds passionately from between her parted lips.
Beautiful, lovely cunt! thought Elaine. Oh, you exciting little bitch! Already, you're mine to play with ... yes, yes ... all mine ... completely at my mercy!
Karen's groans drove the older girl's tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, quivering lips of her excited pussy. Already the young model was far beyond the point of stopping her from anything she chose to do, or demanded that she have done in return. It was time for Elaine's little surprise!
She couldn't keep from gloating to herself as suddenly Karen's hands were clawing at her hair, attempting to guide her mouth back to the small palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. Again she parted the soft yielding pubic hair and thrust her tongue up into the velvety-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing to tantalize mercilessly the palpitating pink edges throbbing between her widespread legs.
Karen whimpered aloud and clutched at Elaine, forcefully pressing her mouth directly over the tight little hole in her lustfully squirming loins.
Once more, Karen cried aloud as she felt Elaine pulling from her grasp, then suddenly Elaine's loins were above Karen's face, her moist, slightly parted cunt tensing only inches above the younger girl's mouth. Immediately she clutched at Elaine's buttocks and pulled her down, her own wet, ruby lips opening to allow her darting tongue to stab deep up into her unprotected vagina. Rounding her lips, Karen covered the clasping viscous opening in a wild sucking performance that seemed to draw at the brunette's very entrails.
Karen was nearly lost in the lust-inspired rapture of the moment. Wildly, she sucked at the pulsating vagina covering her mouth, stabbing up into the glistening folds with all her might, then letting it pull free, only to repeat the act, while every muscle in her desire-wracked body tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that maddening, searching tongue between her own legs.
Oh God, she must make her lover happy ... fulfill her as she was being fulfilled. It'd never been like this with anyone! It was beautiful ... she loved it ... loved Elaine ... loved everyone...! Oh, suck it ... suck it, lover! "Ummmmmmm," she moaned around Elaine's yielding vagina, her drawn-up legs opening and closing around the tormenting head that held the gluttonously slashing tongue licking at her inflamed-seared cunt. The cords of her neck and thighs stood out as savagely she sucked and stabbed in eager response to the carnal pleasure she was receiving.
"Ohhhhh ... Ummmmmmm," she mewled, splaying her legs out wider and wider, allowing Elaine even greater access to her wildly throbbing pussy.
Elaine could stand it no longer. Abruptly, she raised her head and reached out for her purse, while Karen squirmed and writhed frantically in search of the pleasure-giving tongue that had suddenly deserted her. "Don't stop! My God ... please ... don't stop now! Just a little longer, please..."
Elaine chuckled lewdly as she withdrew a hardwood case a little larger than a cigar box from her purse and flipped it open to display an assortment of six different sizes of dildos. She moved off of Karen then, rising to her knees between the young redhead's widespread legs to hold the open chest for her inspection.
"Have you ever seen such a magnificent collection of cocks, dear?" she said with obvious and salacious delight.
Dumbfounded, yet still alive with the incessant desire permeating her lust-wracked body, Karen stared at the almost human-looking penises that lay side by side in their erected state within the velvet-lined box. From them, she raised her eyes questioningly to the beautiful, but now, slightly demented appearing face of
Elaine Davies.
"I ... I don't understand..." she managed, shaking her head in confusion. "You ... you want to use one of those on me...? "
"So...? You're surprised?" she snapped.
"I ... I was satisfied with what we were doing. It was beautiful..."
"Enough!" she said sharply. "You'll do as I say ... as I want. Agreed?"
"Yes, h-however you say," replied Karen, an inward shudder of fear rippling through her at this cold, decisive statement.
Elaine chuckled lewdly. "Now, my dear, you'll see what real pleasure is." She held forth the box once more. "Choose your weapon. Which do you like ... seven, eight or nine inches? The seven has an inch-and-a-half diameter, the eight, one-and-three-quarters ... and the nine, a marvelous two inches. Well ... which one, dear?"
Karen stared at the members that appeared as if they might have been severed from human male forms ... even to the attached testicles ... perfectly contoured in every way.
"Well?" she shot at her edgily.
"T-the small one, I think," she answered finally, her eyes dropping.
Elaine laughed. "Just as I thought." But as she spoke she reached for the nine-inch phallus and its matching mate beside it. "You'll need the nine, my love," she said, matter-of-factly. She smiled. "After all, I've had a better look at that cunt of yours than you have. And we do want you to enjoy this."
Karen watched, another sensation of fear soaring through her as Elaine took the two resilient members and screwed them together at their bases, making one long, double dildo. Then, from the box, she took a small jar of what looked to be lubricating cream and coated one, but not the other.
"You're about to take part in a private perversion of my own, dear," she said, licking at her lips licentiously. "You'll see."
Karen gaped at her. "What do you mean?"
"Lay back and spread your thighs, my dear, while I work this into you. Then, perhaps you'll get the drift."
"B-but..."
"Shut up, and do as I say!" Elaine snarled, her smile suddenly disappearing. "Don't make me rape you with this, my love ... or you might be just a bit sorry."
Slowly. Karen lay back, reluctantly opening her thighs as she gaped at the massive two-ended weapon Elaine held in her hand. It occurred to her then, that any desire she had enjoyed before had suddenly escaped her. Instead, a void of emptiness clutched fearfully at the base of her stomach and she stared awesomely at the vicious looking double-cudgel in Elaine's hand. Dear God, what was she going to do to her:
"Wider! Open them wider!" Elaine snarled. As Karen obeyed, Elaine pressed the bulging artificial knob toward the young model's defensively clasping cunt. At its touch, the young redhead automatically spread her legs wider, as far as she could, raising her knees slightly in an effort to open herself enough to accept the wicked device the dark-haired woman was gleefully introducing up into her aching vagina.
"Oh ... ohhhhh ... it's too big...! Oh God ... I'm afraid! I can't do it! I can't take it!"
The words gushed from her lips as Elaine jostled the dildo's tip for a moment against the quivering edges of vaginal flesh; then, with a flick of her wrist, the lust-incited older woman brutally forced the flesh-like plastic tip up into the vibrating lips of her helpless lover's hair-lined cunt, expanding the resisting, elastic opening almost to the ripping point.
Karen's head lurched wildly to the side and she half-screamed. "Aaaagggghhhhh!"
Elaine chuckled evilly. It had penetrated but a cruel inch, and the pain-tortured, struggling young redhead tried desperately to kick her legs free and escape the tormenting impalement as she clawed at it with her hands. But it was easy for the older girl to subdue and hold her helpless.
Oh Jesus! What kind of monster had she uncovered! She would rip her from one end to the other! Her cunt-lips were tearing ... her whole vagina splitting! The pain was unbelievable!
Elaine watched the trembling girl with wildly excited, lust-filled eyes. She grinned loose-mouthed as she forced the relentless blunt weapon up into her cringing pussy one more excruciating inch.
"Uuuuuuuggggggghhhhhh!"
Again.
"Aaaagggggghhhhhhh ... oh God ... Stop! Stop! You're killing me ... my God...! "
She shrieked, twisting and writhing, kicking her legs high into the air as Elaine sunk the enormous, artificial cock deeper and deeper up into her screaming cunt.
"Oh ... ooooohhh nooooo, nooooo!" the young redheaded model sobbed almost hysterically, tears streaming profusely from her open but unseeing eyes.
"Scream, you whimpering bitch!" Elaine Davies spat gleefully. "Scream! Scream! But you're going to take all of it ... every last inch ... and love it, do you hear? Love it!"
She was insane, Karen reasoned somewhere in the back of her tortured brain. She was an absolute maniac and she intended to kill her with this vicious thing she'd impaled up inside her helpless belly. "Ooooohhh ... oh God in heaven ... please..." she wailed, and her sobbing, struggling protests brought a sudden crushing jab from Elaine's hands thrusting the tormenting implement up into her defenseless vagina, sending the giant mock-cock deep into her resisting cuntal channel, forcing huge ripples of tender, coral flesh in rolling swells before it. She lurched convulsively as the onslaught of the elephantine dildo smashed up into her helpless belly like some rutting brute-animal. It was an uncontainable instrument of torture rampaging up inside her resisting pussy, filling every tiniest wrinkle and squashing her inner organs beneath its heartless onslaught. It was lurching for her throat, trying to burst from her mouth. It was unbelievable torment ... medieval torture ... some horror out of the inquisition itself...!
Elaine withdrew the monstrous dildo, then began plunging it up into her exposed vagina in rapid, impossible thrusts, slapping her knuckles hard against her loins. The older woman's wrist insinuated itself into the soft, unprotected vale of her widespread ass-cheeks. The colossal dildo rammed cruelly up against her guarding cuntal flanges, interred in pulsating and stretched cunt like some barbaric, chastising instrument of torture. Suddenly Elaine stopped the furious upward ramming, and let the penis-shaped object lie still, leaving it buried all the way to the hilt in Karen's gaping pussy.
"Aaaa-agg-hhh," Karen's twisted lips breathed in welcome relief.
"Soooo? It's good, eh, dear?" Elaine probed excitedly. "Better than you ever imagined? It fills your cunt to the very depths of your tight little belly, doesn't it? Eh? Well?"
"Yes! Yes! Go on! Fuck it!" Karen half screamed in her helpless humiliation and agony. "Ram the bastardly thing into me! Damn you, fuck it if that's what you want!"
Elaine threw back her head and laughed. It was even better with the lovely young redhead than she could possibly have dreamed. She had taken all of it ... all .of it ... in that tight little hole of hers! Christ! "All right! All right! Now it's your turn for fun ... your turn to torture me, my dear!"
Karen heard her words, but had no idea what she was talking about. Her entire body was covered with a thin film of perspiration from the agonies of her subjugated torture, and momentarily, she wanted only to lie there and grow accustomed to this massive weapon that had been rammed up into her impaled vagina. But, Elaine was pulling at her, hauling her to her knees, swinging her own buttocks around to face Karen. "Hurry! Fuck my ass with it! Shove it into me just as I shoved it into you! Only leave your end in your cunt ... nine inches in your pussy and nine inches up my ass-hole! Hurry, goddamn you, hurry!"
Karen couldn't believe her ears. In her lifetime she had never been subjected to such obvious perversions! She had heard of them ... the weird things that women did together, but she'd never seen nor participated in them ... Yet, something of a sadomasochistic nature swept over her and she felt her breaths shortening, her mouth drying in anticipation. Was it because Elaine had tormented her and this was a manner of getting even? Or was it the very idea of what they were doing? She didn't know ... but God, she wanted to ... to thrust the blunt end of the lubricated dildo right up into Elaine's tightly puckered rectum!
Her breasts heaved as she got to her knees behind the stunning raven-haired beauty, moving between her spread legs toward her thighs and buttocks, her own eyes fastened lewdly upon the fringed crevice of the older girl's parted ass-cheeks, the exciting sight of that round, puckered anal entrance. Karen held on to the dildo that was already thrust up into her own cunt, feeling the tip massage warmly against her passage walls as she knead herself forward, holding the nine inches of hard, protruding flesh-like plastic in her hand much as any man who was about to mount a woman might, sensing untold pleasures of sadistic delight spiral through her lust-clouded brain.
Open-mouthed and nearly glassy-eyed, she rotated the head of the fake penis around the prune-like mouth of Elaine's rectum, the movement causing her whole body to quiver with depraved anticipation. God! It was unbelievable! She had never dreamed of such salaciously distorted sexuality. Her trembling loins and belly tingled in perverted rapture. She stared down at Elaine's tiny puckered anal orifice, then ran the massive simulated cock against the tightly clenched hole, caressing the alluring flesh before slipping the dildo between the brunette's legs in tantalizing stimulation.
Dear God, she was losing all sense of perspective ... but she didn't care ... she didn't! She taunted Elaine's proffered rectum with her long fingernail. Elaine gasped aloud and lowered her face and shoulders to the couch, forcing her buttocks higher up into the air. Slowly, Karen pressed her outstretched finger up into the rubbery, tight orifice. Elaine whimpered, her eyes bugged and her mouth hung loose as Karen's finger slipped up inside her clasping, sucking hole, never stopping until the long length of the redhead's entire finger was buried there, the palm of her hand resting in the separating crevice between the cheeks of her buttocks, Karen's three other fingers with their long nails reaching downward to taunt the older girl's cuntal lips.
Karen's brain whirled. She was losing all sense of reason with the perverted pleasure overwhelming her. She was a lesbian! And this was her reward! Oh God! Oh God! Help me...!
"Get it in, damn you! Get it into me! In! In!
In!"
Karen quickly pulled out her invading finger. Pressing the bulging rubbery cock-head to the tight, drawn entrance of the older girl's rectum, she clenched her teeth and shoved ... rammed was a better word, steeling herself to oppose the recoiling pressure of the inserted cock in her own vagina. As it forced itself almost brutally against her cervix, she heard Elaine scream aloud, yet, simultaneously, she forced her buttocks back onto the invading cudgel! Mindlessly Karen clutched at Elaine's hips, gouging her nails into her flesh as she thrust and forced and ground the wicked implement right up into her waiting rectum, all the way to the hilt!
"Oh ... Ohhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it!" she screamed back at Karen. "Don't stop, goddman you, don't stop!"
Karen was too frightened to stop. Instead, she worked demon-like, knowing for the first time in her life what it was like to be a male. Listening to the older girl whimper and purl with delight, she sent the massive dildo up her anal passage, at the same time enjoying the perverted pleasure of the huge artificial cock reaming back into her own pussy, exciting her clitoris ever closer toward that ultimate culmination.
"Bend over me! Lay your tits on my back! Hold tight, and reach around underneath and finger my cunt. Fuck it, goddamn you!" Elaine wailed back at her as she shoved her ass-cheeks back onto the inhumanly penetrating dildo, at the same time forcing the opposite end of the double-tipped cock deeper into Karen's cunt.
Excited with her own mounting and approaching climax, Karen thrust her loins against Elaine's buttocks, forcing the plastic phallus far up her rectum, while simultaneously ramming it deeply back into her own quivering pussy. Never before had she experienced anything like this, and her overwhelming feeling of power and maleness was almost more than she could bear. She had to cum ... had to have release, or she'd explode.
She lay forward onto Elaine's back, grinding her breasts into her flesh, as her own hand sought the widespread cuntal lips beneath, foraging into it according to Elaine's demand, the never ceasing feeling of dominance growing inside her, pressuring her own climax toward dynamic proportions.
Insanely, she slammed the dildo into both of them, her curvaceous hips working almost fiendishly ... until suddenly, Elaine began to wail, to whimper, to scream in a banshee-like voice.
"Fuck it! Fuck it, bitch! I'm going to cum. Now ... now ... nowwwww!"
Karen straightened to her knees and plunged the rampaging instrument into Elaine's anus, watching her own breasts quiver and jerk against the older girl, sensing the beginning of her own stirring climax deep inside her churning loins. She leaned forward once more and again began to madly finger-fuck the beautiful dark-haired girl's cunt. Elaine was crying out like an unearthly goddess, her arms flailing and her ass-cheeks jerking spasmodically, even as Karen felt the thick, liquid cum-juice drain from the girl's cunt onto her own hand, and she plunged the dildo up into Elaine's wildly jerking buttocks in an effort to attain her own pent-up release.
"Oh ... oh, don't stop!" she begged as she clung to the blonde's wildly gyrating body. But Elaine did, wiggling away from her and hopping to the floor to laugh as she gaped at Karen, the lewd dildo dangling and swaying grotesquely from her tightly grasping anus in a lewd picture of total perversion.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karen stared at Elaine in disbelieving amazement. "Why did you do that?" she managed. "I-I'm still on fire! I was almost there!"
Elaine smiled wickedly. "You shall have your pleasure, my dear. I have another little surprise for you." She turned, the double-ended dildo waggling lewdly from her still impaled rectum, and walked into another room.
Karen's desire had reached such a point that she doubted if she could bear it much longer. Her soft round belly and inflamed loins were quivering uncontrollably in their craving need for fulfillment. She could feel the moisture seeping readily in little rivulets from her excited, swollen cunt-lips. Her heart slammed wildly in her chest, her mind awash with this new turn of events. What was Elaine planning now? Whatever it was, please dear God, let it bring me release!
At that moment the heavy running sounds of thundering feet came to Karen ... familiar noises she would have quickly identified had she been in control of her wits.
Sultan announced his entrance with a loud bark and in a flash he leaped onto the couch with bared fangs, standing over Karen's prone body. She screamed, trying to roll away, but the great animal's fierce growl and gleaming teeth paralyzed her.
"No! No!" Elaine commanded, moving quickly across the room. "No, lover! It's all right, she's a friend!"
Slowly, the massive dog seemed to comprehend, covering his teeth, his round, devoted eyes darting from his mistress back to the warm, white body of the redheaded girl lying in frozen horror beneath him. His ears seemed to snap erect and his long nose lifted as if his nostrils had suddenly sensed a pleasing and arousing smell. Abruptly, he whimpered and gazed longingly at his mistress.
Elaine found it difficult to contain her lewd smile.
"Dear God! Get him off me!" Karen gasped in fright.
"Don't worry, he won't hurt you," said Elaine. "I've told him you're a friend ... he'll do whatever I tell him." Her smile was even more wicked.
Slowly the importance of Elaine's emphasis on the word "whatever" registered on the frightened young redhead.
"P-Please, Elaine ... after what I just did for you ... would you do anything to hurt me?" Karen pleaded, her eyes wide with both fear and hurt. "I thought that we ... that you..."
She didn't finish and Elaine said: "That I'd bring you pleasure as you did me?"
"Yes ... but I don't care now ... I'm too upset," said Karen, jerking beneath the cold wet nose of the great animal above her who had suddenly began to sniff at the smooth white crevice of her buttocks and upward between her slightly spread thighs. She cringed at the damp, grazing touch, endeavoring to draw her legs together, but thinking better of the move as Sultan snarled softly. "Please ... call him off me...! "
"Ahhh ... but no, my dear," Elaine replied, an evil little twist contorting her attractive, thin-lipped mouth. "We promised each other pleasure ... now it's your turn."
Karen continued to gape at the naked girl who seemed to be suddenly taking almost sadistic pleasure in her fear-stricken state. Whatever the girl meant, she had no idea, for certainly any desire she'd felt before this beast had burst into the room to stand astraddle of her had long since dissipated.
My God! The brute was licking her ... licking between her legs, licking her naked, defenseless genitals! She blurted: "Stop him, Elaine! Can't you see what he's doing?"
"Of course, I can see, my dear." Elaine laughed excitedly. "Don't you understand yet? My little pet wants some loving, dear. And I can assure you, he's the finest lover you've ever had. Believe me, I know!"
Karen continued to stare in disbelief. Was she losing her mind entirely? Did ... did Elaine intend that she should avail herself to this animal ... like ... like some rutting canine bitch...?
"You see, my dear, he's picked up the scent of your excited pussy, and I doubt if anything could stop him now," Elaine advised, her wicked little smile never leaving her. "In fact, should you try ... I wouldn't be responsible for what he might do to you. No, dear, there's no way out of it ... so I'd advise you to get up on your knees with your lovely little ass high in the air. And the sooner the better!"
"My God! Elaine! You can't mean it..."
"Do as I say, damn you!" Elaine snapped, her smile fading quickly. "Up onto your knees!"
Karen did, her mind abruptly whirling in a daze as she heard the giant animal expound an almost lusty, savage growl behind her.
* * *
The party next door was still going strong-strong meaning, long on sex, booze and pot. With few exceptions, those who had not already paired off were beyond the point of caring. One of this small group was the party's hostess. Donna Powers.
At the moment she was in the process of trying to seduce the new manager, Amy Kirk. So far she had had little success. But she felt the situation had just taken a turn for the better when one of her more conscientious guests whispered (actually shouted above the incessantly blaring stereo) in her ear that someone was at the door asking for her. Grudgingly, Donna went to the door.
Through a drug-hazy mind she stared in disbelief at her late-arriving guest. Before her stood Andy Waters. For more than one reason she was speechless. Through Karen she had learned of their marriage, but what Karen didn't know was that Donna and Andy had dated long before the young redhead's arrival on the scene. What's more, Andy was the only male that Donna had ever lost her heart to.
Donna's strong animal attraction to him had become even more poignant when she found that his basic social beliefs were almost identical to hers, although she found out later that, unlike her, he was a pure idealist, and had a tendency to be a bit too romantic about sexual encounters. One day he had called her to tell her that he was going away to write a book, and that the current scene was too distracting a place to concentrate in. This was the last time she had spoken to him. Often in the months that followed she wondered what had happened to him. Karen provided the answer. Now as he stood there before her, all the old attraction of him was rapidly coming back. To hell with Karen!
"Andy! Where on earth have you been. It's so good to see you again!"
He laughed happily at her surprise, lifting her up in his arms, half-carrying her into the room as he planted a warm kiss on her lips.
"Believe it or not I've been working. Jugs," he laughed. "Jugs" was the nickname he had christened her with the first time he got a look at her huge, firm breasts. He began to whirl her around and around him in a playful manner, still holding her helplessly in the air.
"Hey, put me down!" Donna wriggled her breasts against him, laughing and pretending to punch his shoulders.
Ignoring her pleas, he buried his face in her neck, growling and biting her skin playfully, as they came to the entrance of the living room. Then suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes quickly scanned the room, as if looking for someone. His hands slowly let Donna's body lower to the floor.
"Where's Karen?" he asked seriously.
Donna's heart knotted with jealousy. So he knew that Karen was living here! Damn!! !
"Karen?" she answered questioningly.
"Come on, Jugs. Don't play games with old Andy. I know you two are as thick as thieves. I bumped into an old buddy of mine who met her at one of your little parties and described her to a "T'. Just the outside dimensions, you understand. Otherwise old buddy would have gotten a knuckle sandwich." He laughed good naturedly.
Rage was flaring in Donna. Andy's feelings for Karen were blantantly plain. Well, what Donna wanted, Donna was going to get. She was used to having her own way, and by damned she wanted Andy! She knew where Karen was and who she was with. Let him bust in on that little scene and he was as good as hers.
Sweetly she said: "I think she's next door, in her own apartment."
Andy turned before she could utter another word and was gone.
* * *
Karen could not control her trembling as the huge muscular animal sniffed hungrily at her naked genitals. She looked to Elaine who was smiling, hardly daring to breathe. Karen wanted to scream ... but the great animal's wet nose against her anus shocked the urge out of her and automatically she lurched forward. Abruptly, she felt his tongue snake out and lick wetly up and down the crevice of her trembling buttocks. His tongue taunted her tiny anal ring, and she had to set herself against the sudden arousing sensations that soared through her body. She started to protest audibly and then the St. Bernard began lightly licking over her vaginal slit. She felt his tongue running the full length of her pussy as simultaneously she felt Elaine's hand on her naked shoulder.
"Spread your legs wider apart, dear. Wider!" she ordered. "Open your cunt to him!"
"My God, Elaine! What are you saying...? "
"Do as I tell you!" snapped Elaine.
Sultan whimpered excitedly, running his tongue the full length of her open loins, from the tightly clenched hole of her puckered anus, down beneath the taut pink edges of her pussy, even to her mound of silken pubic hair where it penetrated wetly to flick against her still throbbing clitoris. Again and again he repeated the illicit act, his tongue laving devotedly through her soft hair covered genitals, spreading her cuntal furrow open in the tenderest parts until she began to twitch and jerk noticeably.
Karen continued to gape at Elaine, but actually perceived her only in brief, fleeting moments as the unbelievable jolts of erotic sensation began to take command of her.
My God...!
She gasped aloud as Sultan drew his long, thick animal-tongue the entire quivering length of her exposed cunt. Subconsciously, she clenched her eyes tightly shut and inched her knees a little farther apart to open her pink, gently quavering pussy completely to him. His animal-tongue thrust up into her moist hair-lined cuntal fissure, tingling at the mouth of her vagina, ravishing her now defenseless genitals mercilessly. She moaned openly and suddenly saw Elaine squirm down beneath her ... drawing her slender white legs back to her breasts so that her own moist cunt was completely exposed to Karen ... only inches from her shocked face.
And then, it happened! Sultan mounted her! His muscular, furry body crowded in toward her buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips. The gigantic animal's lashing, wet tongue had once again set her loins ablaze with desire. As she turned her head she caught the entire reflection of their obscene act in the full-length living room mirror. The sight of the powerful beast mounting the sensuously spread spheres of her soft white buttocks, and the vision of Elaine lying on her back with her thighs pulled back in lewd presentation of her open cuntal passage, sent untold licentious passion spiraling through Karen's mind and body.
She saw the reflection of Sultan's massive, glistening penis snaking forth from its long sheath. Wet and hard, the tapered end slipped and danced toward the moist furrow of her proffered cunt. .Suddenly she felt his strong animal body jerk against her, trying to penetrate her vagina with his thick, pointed dog-cock.
"Help him, dear," Elaine instructed as she, too, watched in lewd delight their lascivious reflection in the mirror. Immediately her hand slipped down between her raised thighs, her long index finger finally easing in and out between the wet lubricated lips of her gently contracting vagina.
With an unrestrained moan, Karen shifted her trembling white buttocks in searching little circles attempting to capture Sultan's lengthening animal-cock. The tension within her was mounting to a near unbearable peak! She actually wanted the long slippery shaft inside her vagina, had to have it inside her before she lost her mind with her burning desire. Frantically, she reached down through the beautiful arch of her thighs, and, grasping the moist, rubbery spear of hard animal flesh, guided its throbbing tip toward her quiveringly moist vagina. Immediately, Sultan thrust, spreading her slightly parted cuntal sheath wider and wider, and with a snarl buried his long animal-cock deep up into the squirming pink vaginal fissure between her legs.
"Aaaaagggghhhhhh!" she grunted gutturally, her breath literally bursting from her lungs. "Oooohhhgggggg!"
Elaine watched in lustful fascination as the thick scarlet shaft slithered forward, then sunk to the hilt, Sultan's ponderously hairy balls swinging lewdly down beneath Karen's damp coppery pubic hair.
"Oh ... Oh ... my God!" Karen moaned, her eyes wide and glazed as the brute fucked into her from behind while she stared down at Elaine's fingers moving sleakly in and out of her own wide-splayed cunt. "Oooohhhh ... ooooohhhhhh ... oooooooohhhhh," she chanted, almost in relief as she began to move backwards rhythmically to meet the animal's powerful, long strokes into her bestially impaled pussy.
Elaine watched as if mesmerized, her fingers pummeling her tingling wet pussy while her eyes remained fixed on Karen's lust-contorted face, completely enraptured by the overwhelming dog-fucking Sultan was giving her. She watched with carnal entrancement as the lovely girl's full taut breasts danced and swayed beneath her writhing torso like pendulous, fleshy melons, keeping tempo with Sultan's pistoning cock skewering deeper and deeper into her smoldering cunt from behind. His muscular body rammed and thudded resoundingly between her luscious, widespread buttocks, his animal-cock a merciless spear of glistening scarlet flesh sinking to its full depth deep into her soft white belly.
Suddenly, Elaine wound her fingers in Karen's coppery hair and drew her face downward to the waiting openness of her throbbing pussy. Holding her gently, she felt the girl's snaking tongue begin to lick her seething cuntal flesh, the roundness of her lips sucking wildly at her clitoris, the length of her tongue darting up into her vagina, slashing, swirling, probing! The redhead's rasping breaths were like a blast furnace against her sensitive flesh, as Karen rotated her buttocks furiously, grinding them back against the animal like a hungry bitch in heat.
The erotic sight had become more than Elaine could endure. She couldn't hold back the climax that was about to erupt inside her churning loins. Tossing her head back, she wailed deeply as the needle-like pressure in her tongue-stretched cunt exploded, sending wave after wave of rapacious erotic pleasure soaring through her naked body, causing her legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Karen's coppery head cradled face-first in the "vee" of her widespread thighs.
Suddenly lifting her head, Karen cried out a gurgling sound from deep in her chest. Her glazed eyes grew large and round as she whimpered: "My God ... it's beautiful! Oh God ... fuck me! Fuck me, you magnificent animal...! Oh ... Oooohhhhh...! " Her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head twisting from side to side, her long red hair flailing wildly as she began the first uncontrollable spasms of her all-pervading orgasm, screwing her buttocks back onto the thick, driving animal-cock with desperate fury.
Elaine watched in the mirror as Sultan's tongue hung loosely from the side of his great open jaws, panting and dripping its saliva on the smooth white flesh of Karen's voluptuous, arched back while he fucked up into the widespread crevice between her wildly undulating buttocks from behind with savage animal frenzy. Karen shrieked and slammed her buttocks back against the dog with a frantic jerk, as simultaneously, he thrust viciously forward and his cock began to spew his animal sperm deep up into her belly with scalding, jet-like spurts. Again, Karen screamed, and her buttocks began to contract convulsively while Elaine watched the mirror in lewd fascination to see the thick, white combination of animal-human orgasmic liquid ooze from her wildly convulsing cunt. As Karen continued clasping and milking Sultan's spurting dog-cock, thin rivulets of his sticky cum began to trickle down the smooth white columns of her inner thighs, until at last, she collapsed, her head falling back into the steaming cradle of Elaine's loins, her cheek nestled against the dampened mound of her moist pussy, a long sigh of release escaping her parched lips.
Elaine ran her hand through the entangled mass of silken, red hair and smiled up at her. She started to speak, but never finished. Instead, Andy, whom neither had heard enter the apartment, said from the doorway: "Move over you fucking lesbies and let a real man show you what a cock is for!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
At first, when he'd had no reply to his knock, found the door unlocked, entered, and come across the three-way orgy, Andy had experienced a cold emptiness in the pit of his stomach. He could only gape in amazement at the unbelievably licentious sight. A dark-haired girl he had never seen before was sprawled on her back with her lightly-tanned thighs yawning wide, while the love of his life, Karen, her beautiful round buttocks thrust high in the air, lay with her face nuzzled tightly into the girl's proffered genitals. Mounted behind Karen, with his forepaws clutching at her waist and hips, was an enormous St. Bernard. His thick scarlet animal-cock was jackhammering between her wriggling, up-thrust buttocks, sinking its full glistening length into the coral, velvety flesh of her moist quivering cunt. The goddamned brute was fucking his heart out!
In his eventful and sometimes wild lifetime, Andy had never witnessed a more obscene sight that he could recall, nor had his cock ever leaped into hardness any quicker than it had right at that moment. He was damned near overcome with immediate lust, and as Karen emitted a loud moan and began to chant and wail, he clutched at his swollen member inside his trousers. Right before his eyes, her head raised to toss wildly from side to side, as her soft sensuous body jerked and convulsed with the thick, squirting animal-cock shooting its load of animal sperm into her soft white belly. It was at that precise moment that she fell forward, burying her face once more in the dark-haired girl's loins that he reached down and tore open the front of his pants, releasing his throbbing, already aching cock-shaft. His emotions were torn between the absolute licentiousness of the sight, and the realization that the girl he loved had stooped to such a low form of sexual depravity.
Unconsciously, he made the choice. "Move over you fucking lesbies and let a real man show you what a cock is for!"
Elaine raised to her elbows and craned her neck to see a stranger in the doorway. She wasn't certain, but she doubted that Karen had heard him, and as she stared in shocked surprise, she realized that the fly of his trousers was open, and that he was holding his swollen cock in his hand, pointing it right at the lewdly-entwined trio on the couch. She felt her face flushing shamefully at the thought of him standing there watching their salacious performance, and then Sultan interrupted her thoughts with a vicious growl. Immediately, she ordered him to the floor and silence. Meekly, the animal obeyed as Andy walked toward the couch gripping his long, thick cock. Elaine found her eyes suddenly locked upon his rigid male member in rapidly growing fascination.
It was then that Karen also realized someone had entered the room. Sitting up with a start, her mouth dropped open guiltily at the sight of her husband, her immediate humiliation giving way quickly to astonishment when she saw that he was holding his rigid, heavily-fleshed penis in his hand.
"Andy!! ! " she gasped, her face a glowing crimson. "I-I ... wh-what are you here?"
He was, in fact, undressing as fast as he could and grinning at the same time. "What the hell do you think I'm doing? I'm getting ready to join the party, baby ... even up the score with that dog, eh?"
"Wh-what do you mean?" Karen stammered. "Please ... I couldn't help myself..."
"No?" Andy continued to grin as he dropped his shorts down his long muscular legs and stood naked before the two embarrassed, staring girls. "And that's my problem, angel ... I can't help myself. I figure if that dog can fuck my wife, then I can even the score and fuck his mistress!" His keen, hard blue eyes narrowed lustfully and centered upon Elaine's sleek willowy nakedness. "How does that strike you, sweetheart?"
"If ... if I say the word, Sultan'll tear you to pieces," Elaine replied sharply, but confusedly, her passion once more aroused by the carnal sight of the thick stalk of rigid male flesh jutting out from his lean hairy loins.
"Please, Andy, you mustn't," pleaded Karen, getting off the couch to stand between him and Elaine. "She means it, Andy. Sultan can be vicious. I couldn't help myself ... I had to let him..."
"Shut up!" he snapped at her, pressing her to one side not too gently. Then, to Elaine who hadn't moved except to close her thighs: "I'm going to fuck you, dollbaby ... and if that canine makes one move toward me, I'll crush his elephant skull with a chair. Now, are you going to take it willingly, or do I rape you?"
Elaine couldn't avoid the tiny galvanic tingles his lewd words raised inside her loins, nor control the thrill of excitement his lascivious pledge caused to ripple along her spine. She stared at him round-eyed, her line of vision once more fixing upon his stiff, thickly sinewed cock, and as she gaped, he drew the heavy foreskin back, exposing its huge purplish, rubbery head, and causing tiny droplets of its seminal fluid to ooze from the split at its tip. A tiny series of shudders spiraled through her body, and she felt the gooseflesh standing out on her naked skin.
"D-damn you!" she gasped finally.
"Please, Andy..." Karen tried once more, reaching for his arm, but he shook her off and began to move slowly toward the couch.
"Spread 'em, baby doll ... spread 'em wide," he hissed, " 'cause I'm going to fuck you like you've never had it before."
"Damn you! Goddamn you...! " Elaine groaned out between hard clenched teeth and began to move, but Andy climbed onto the couch, grabbing her as she tried to roll away. Roughly, he pressed her onto her back and forced his way between her kicking legs as Sultan growled and gave a start, his great muscular body tensed and quivering, yet, unmoving in obedience to his mistress's last command.
"How'll you have it, baby doll ... a fucking in the mouth or pussy ... or maybe you'd rather take it in the ass for starters?" Andy hissed down at her, his weight cradled between her forced-apart thighs, pinning her body while his hands held hers tightly to the couch.
Elaine trembled in rage and fear; still, she was aware of the hot churning desire the sight of his massive organ had re-kindled in her belly, along with a certain twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her confused mind. She struggled, throwing her head from side to side, tears of frustration streaming down the edges of her cheeks.
"One ... one word from me, damn you, and Sultan would kill you!" she reminded him, spitting the words up at him between clenched teeth.
"Don't try it, sweetheart, not if you value the dog's life," warned Andy firmly. "Just answer the question, which way?"
"You ... you bastard!" she snarled viciously, but giving up her struggles.
"Oh God, Andy, please don't..." Karen begged from where she stood beside the couch, gaping helplessly down at them, realizing even as she spoke that her words were falling on deaf ears.
"You want me to decide for you?" Andy taunted, grinning obscenely as he ground his rock-hard shaft against the tender, sensitive slit of Elaine's defenseless loins. "You seem to like the sucking approach so well, maybe, you'd like to eat a little cock first, eh?"
"Oh God...! " Elaine moaned helplessly. "Fuck it! Go ahead, fuck me, you bastard!" she hissed at him, the fire licking through her loins at the brutal contact with his huge cock, spurred further by her sheer helplessness and the obscene position in which he was holding her. "Well...? What're you waiting for, an engraved invitation? Come on, fuck my cunt! Now!" she half-screamed up into his salaciously leering face, wiggling her buttocks in lewd, suggestive fashion.
With this sudden taunting reversal something snapped in Andy's mind. This dark-haired bitch was making it too easy for him, and he realized that his wrath had been directed only at her, when it should have included Karen as well. He could sense, despite her protests to the contrary, that this dark-haired bitch was aching for his cock. It wouldn't do. He wasn't about to give her what she secretly wanted. No, there was a better way, a way that would drive her out of her mind with desire. Before he was through she would be pleading to be taken, groveling for his cock. The idea had come to him instantly, but he knew it stemmed from his earlier, fleeting recognition of the two artifacts strewn carelessly on the rug-next to the couch: A gaily colored ostrich feather and a huge double-ended dildo!
His mind made up, Andy released his grip on the dark-haired girl's wrists, swung quickly around and grasped tightly one of Karen's pendulous breasts, pulling her towards the couch roughly.
Karen gasped painfully at this sudden, unexpected attack, but could do no more than struggle futilely under her husband's superior strength. Unceremoniously, she flopped onto the couch, falling face down upon an equally startled Elaine. Before either girl could utter a protest, Andy had reached down and grasped Karen under the thighs, spreading them wide.
The sudden blow of Karen's body hurtling into her supine form knocked the breath out of Elaine with an audible gasp more startling than painful. Her mouth was open in protest, but before it could be delivered she found the younger girl's weight being lifted from her protesting form. Wide-eyed, she watched as Karen was raised above the couch by Andy's powerful arms, then deliberately and swiftly plunged downward, her thighs wide-splayed, her loins open and defenseless as they came crashing down on Andy's waiting, up-thrust shaft of rock-hard flesh.
"Aaauuuggghhhh!" Karen grunted painfully at the sharp, brutal impalement on her husband's heavy-veined thickness as it soared up into her, ramming painfully against her cervix. She writhed in agony, but it was only a temporary shock that soon passed as the greedy moist walls of her vagina clasped around the massive shaft voraciously, the hair-lined lips slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. His bloated balls smacked hard into the wet, naked crevice of her buttocks, and she moaned in masochistic humiliation at the pleasurable pain surging through her body.
Elaine watched in growing fascination the sight of Andy's buttocks tensing heavily as he drove upward with unmerciful force, sinking his sinewed cock all the way up into Karen's cringing cuntal channel. She heard the smack of his thighs against the girl's buttocks, and stared bewilderedly as he began to withdraw and thrust, withdraw and thrust in ever increasing rhythm, the underside of his cock's bloated head becoming visible with each withdrawal. The cords on the insides of Karen's thighs flexed tightly as she attempted to raise her impaled genitals away from his spearing cock, her hollowed buttocks lifting inches off the couch as she struggled desperately upward in her effort to suck the entire length of rigid throbbing flesh ramming deep up into the fleshy pink folds of her helpless cunt. A wet, viscid sound filled the room as Andy fucked furiously up into his wife from behind, and Sultan began to whimper on the floor beside the couch.
Elaine felt her own belly quiver sensuously at the lascivious scene, and her loins began to tingle once more as she became dimly aware of her hands moving over her body lustfully. She couldn't help herself, and abruptly she reached forward and began caressing one swollen nipple of Karen's heaving breasts. This she did with one hand, while with the other she reached between Andy's legs to grasp the searing slipperiness of his plunging cock. The heat and unfamiliar thickness of his cock-shaft as it pounded savagely up into Karen's cunt aroused a welding of carnal passion to fill her loins, and momentarily she began to run her finger into the yielding vaginal flesh alongside his driving penis ... feeling it slide enticingly back and forth against the length of her probing digit.
Karen's wildly writhing body was lifting and jerking as if completely out of control now, and her moans and whimpers of ecstatic pain-pleasure were coming in continuous gasping breaths.
"Ooohhh ... oooohhh ... yes, yes, fuck me! Damn you! Damn you! Fuck me hard ... harder ... harder!" she wailed chokingly.
Andy was not pleased with the sudden intrusive participation of the dark-haired girl, and with one swipe of his powerful arm knocked her sprawling to the floor. "Stay there, you bitch!" he roared. "You've done enough meddling for one night. You'll get yours when I'm ready and not before! Understand?"
A startled and fearful Elaine, rising shakily to her knees, nodded in affirmation.
Switching his attention back to his lustfully permissive wife, Andy suddenly raised up, forcing the fear-stricken young redhead to topple onto her face, her buttocks arched upwards as her husband continued plunging his blood-engorged cock into her painfully stretched pussy unrelentlessly. The position she had been forced into was unbearably uncomfortable, as was the angle at which his incessantly ramming cock was penetrating her violated vagina, but through all the pain she nevertheless felt her mindless cunt begin to respond. Instinctively her hedonistic pussy flesh had begun kneading his enormous cock-shaft, and a new, masochistic pleasure had begun to fan through her re-aroused loins.
Sensing this fact, Andy abruptly and once again changed positions. Clamping his fingers behind each of her knees, while simultaneously pressing her shoulders down to meet them in a grotesquely bent position, he hooked his thumbs under her armpits, and with one mighty coordinated movement of his own back, hips and arms, raised her up slightly, turned her a full one-hundred-eighty degrees, and lowered her back down without cock and cunt missing a stroke. Releasing his steel-like grip, Karen slumped face down against her husband's chest with a startled grunt, then immediately felt herself being pinioned in that position as once again his arms gripped her tightly. Helplessly immobile, unable to see, she heard him suddenly command:
"Get that dog up here!"
For a moment there was silence, then a weak command from Elaine. The couch springs shook and Karen knew Sultan had bounded up. And suddenly she knew why!
"Nooooo!" she mumbled into Andy's chest. "Please ... not that!"
For her efforts she got a not too gentle cuff across her cheek and an inquisitive cold nose sniffing gleefully at her helplessly exposed rectum.
"Hand me the feather!" He growled at Elaine. There was a slight rustling. "Now the dildo!" Silence.
"Get the dildo! And bring me my belt!! ! " This much louder. More rustling.
"Now get your ass up on the couch! On your knees with your snatch over my face!" Elaine stood blank-faced, then began to shuffle across the room.
After a short pause the couch springs sagged. "Scoot your ass up closer where I can see it!" More singing springs.
"Now put your hands behind your back!"
No movement, no sound.
Then: "AAAGGGGHHHHHH!! ! "
One of Andy's arms still clutched Karen against his chest, the other, holding the double-ended dildo, rammed a painful three inches of the rigid instrument up into Elaine's helplessly splayed cunt, then pulled it out.
"More?" he asked.
Whimpering softly, Elaine shook her head. "Arms behind your back! Good. Now interlace your fingers."
Releasing his grip on Karen, Andy swiftly brought his belt up and around Elaine's slim waist, bringing the holed-end over her arms just above the wrists. Slipping it through the buckle, he cinched it up until Elaine protested, then backed off one notch. Her arms were firmly, but not painfully, secured behind her.
There was no further need to secure Karen. While all this had been going on, Sultan had noisily been going about the business he had been trained for. His tongue lapped with mindless regularity at the lovely redheaded girl's helplessly exposed anus, driving her slowly out of her mind.
Strangely, both girls' had accepted their fate with the minimum of resistance. Partially this was due to Andy's enraged dominance, but mostly it was due to a streak of masochism that ran in both of them.
Wasting no time, Andy brought the rest of his quickly conceived plan into action. Karen being the most mobile of the two, he set about rectifying this condition. With one hand positioned on her buttocks, he spread them slowly apart, while with the other he urged the massive St. Bernard to mount her.
Raising up onto his hind legs, the huge dog clasped his forelegs tightly around Karen's waist. Grasping the huge animal's wet cock in one hand, Andy guided it to Karen's exposed, cringing anal ring. Sultan needed no further urging. With one powerful surge he rammed his tapered animal-penis home, clutching tightly with his forelegs as he speared it up into her exposed rectum.
Karen forced herself to think: It's all right ... it's all right, as Sultan's vicious animal-cock ground its way deep and deeper up into her nether channel. And then, suddenly, without warning, she felt as if a railroad tie was endeavoring to burst into her body through her virginal anal passage! She tried to pull away, but Andy held her fast as the impossible, agonizing penetration continued.
"Aaaauuuggghhhh! Noooo, noooo ... stop! It hurts!" she cried.
Andy grinned excitedly. Of course, it hurt. It was supposed to hurt. He held her in a bear-hug and simply let Sultan ram and thrust.
"Please ... Andy ... please? He's too big! He's going to kill me," Karen screamed into her husband's chest, through gnashing teeth.
But the massive dog-cock was there and there it remained, ever moving into her back passage and she couldn't escape it. Sultan's hindquarters thrust her thighs forward; Andy's arms held her hips down.
Dear Jesus, I'm helpless! I can't move! I can't move!
"Shove back!" Andy commanded.
Karen could barely think in her unbelievable agony, but she knew she must obey his words, lest further torture be heaped upon her. Every way was pain, pain, pain! She pushed back and somehow opened her rectum that final measure through deliberate effort born of fear. She visualized the trunk of a tree unrelentingly being pressed into her tiny nether hole, stretching her buttocks wider and wider apart until she knew she would split open. Sultan's vicious animal-cock was completely buried right up into her totally filled rectum, solid and extremely painful, but finally better because at last it was inside her in its entirety. There was no more to take.
"Ohhhh ... ooohhh ... ooohhh," Karen gasped. She was impaled on his jolting animal-cock thrust up into her anus to the hilt, unable to move from the excruciating pain that was endeavoring to split her thighs horribly apart. Dear God, she was being subjected to the lowest and most brutally painful of defilements. Once more she gasped, but this time for breath as momentarily Sultan remained immobile, perhaps allowing the obscenely stretched channel of her rectum to become adjusted to his new invasion inside it, his rigid and ever growing spear of flesh that stuffed her to the brim! Dear Christ, could she stand it ... would she faint...?
Then all thought was whipped away as she heard Andy sigh with delight and gasp as he began to saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the steaming confines of her imprisoned vagina.
Andy couldn't contain the groans of carnal delight escaping his lips as he felt the warm soft flesh of Karen's pussy pressing tightly against his loins. He thrust forward into her defenseless vagina, simultaneously sliding his hand down between her thighs to her dilated cuntal slit, feeling the moisture from the smooth, fleshy lips seeping salaciously out to cover the softness of her pubic hair brushing teasingly against his cum-filled testicles. His eyes locked on the scarlet dog-shaft disappearing completely into the tight, wide-stretched rectal opening between the twin mounds of her helplessly quivering buttocks. With bated breath he watched the tender pink anal flesh pulling out with the beast's rampaging penis, and then disappearing back inside with Sultan's every inward thrust. Andy's breathing increased, incited by the lascivious spectacle, and he began plunging his cock up into her battered pussy in a tempoed cadence, in and out, in and out, matching that of Sultan's strokes deep up into the warm clasping channel of her ravaged rectum.
Karen dug her nails into her palms, bit at her lower lip, and was surprised when the pain eased a bit, but even more so when a certain thread of sensual arousal seemed to slowly weave its way through her pain-wracked body. She felt saturatingly wet between her buttocks and more debased than from anything she had ever been subjected to. Of course, it was significant, this depraved perversion he was inflicting upon her, but she couldn't fathom to what degree. Or was it because she was refusing to face the truth? Perhaps he was finished with her, destroying any last vestige of decency she might still possess. God, if she could only think straight, but each time she tried to concentrate, one of the invading males shattered her thoughts by a skin-splitting thrust that jolted both mind and body.
Suddenly she realized that her body was voluntarily shoving back against Sultan's every ramming plunge, squirming back onto his pillaging penis that was meting out Andy's punishment. Abruptly, she was aware of a certain masochistic pleasure. The pain had become weirdly erotic, and she was heaving backwards to meet the forward charge of his hairy hindquarters, undulating her body, moving her buttocks in tiny, lewd circles. In fact, she'd begun to feel extremely excited through the pain, wanting Sultan's massive animal-cock buried deeper and harder up into her anus, and she found herself reaching back beneath her thighs to fondle gently at his ponderous, hairy balls.
In the meanwhile, the fear had drained from Elaine's widening eyes, replaced with a rapidly growing desire of her own. With her hands securely belted behind her back and the bulk of her weight pressing her doubled-knees uncomfortably on either side of Andy's shoulders, she was left with only the cramped movement of her torso and neck. Gleefully she watched Karen's double ravishment.
The movements of the lusty trio sharing the couch caused her hips to saw backwards and forwards, brushing her helplessly splayed cuntal furrow rhythmically against Andy's head with each ramming effort. Her pussy was a mass of sweltering heat and unquenched need. Fear had dissipated, rampaging desire was her captor, her tormentor.
But Andy had not forgotten her. Suddenly she felt his hands clasp around her hips, manuevering her body in such a way that he had complete access, both visual and manual, to her seething, wide-splayed cuntal furrow. Thus positioned, she could not see clearly what he was doing, but she could sense the movements of his hands beside her.
With the suddenness of a startled, striking rattlesnake, she felt a delicate tickling at her pulsating cuntal lips. She knew this sensation immediately, for she had used the ostrich feather on herself on innumerable occasions in an effort to peak her own stubborn orgasms. She also knew that a prolonged teasing with it would drive her up the wall; she needed a more physical stimulus to get her off. She prayed he would not prolong this form of torture.
Andy's own lust-filled desire was growing rapidly. What with the delicious kneading of his cock pumping rhythmically into Karen and the knowledge and visual stimulus of Sultan's powerful strokes into his wife's anus, he found it increasingly difficult to divide his attention to yet another sensation. But he was determined to give the haughty, dark-haired girl a taste of her own form of torture.
With his free hand he searched for and found the double-ended dildo. Without slackening the movement of the twirling feather, he brought the plastic phallus up beneath Elaine's anal ring, probed momentarily there until he was sure she was aware of what was happening, and then with one mighty lunge rammed it up her puckered rectal opening!
There was an ear-splitting scream as the two-inch diameter head of the life-like phallus popped past the spongy, brown aperture and tore an excruciatingly painful five inches up into Elaine's futilely protesting anal passage.
At first Andy thought he had gone too far. Elaine's body jerked upwards, just as powerfully as if a carving knife had been shoved in between her shoulder blades, and he was hard pressed to keep her from falling face forwards over the end of the couch. Fingers gripping the unburied remainder of the dildo tightly, he locked his wrist, and physically pulled her back toward him, using the five inches of buried plastic in her anus as a righting lever.
For a moment all movement on the couch came to a halt, but as Elaine whimpered painfully, then between choked sobs began to curse Andy with single-syllable, pool hall expletives.
"You ... dirty ... son ... of a ... bitch!" she cried over and over again. Finally it changed to: "You ... dirty bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! You've ... ruined ... me!"
Andy wriggled the dildo, gently, as a reminder.
Elaine shut up immediately. Nevertheless, her body continued to quiver with unsuppressed pain.
Andy returned his attention to his throbbing, pumping penis.
Karen had reached the point where she was mumbling unintelligibly beneath the two pounding cocks. She waved her buttocks salaciously back against Sultan's unrelenting thrusts. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to squirt his heavy load of animal-semen right into her bowels. She wanted him to split her loins wide open and spill his sperm into her anus until she was completely immersed in his searing bestial seed. She could feel a sopping wetness in the crevice of her buttocks and any thought of pain had long since left her ... as had all other thoughts except that of his plundering cock battering up into her violated rectum.
"I'm cummmmiiinnnggg!" Andy suddenly choked, tossing his head and grunting savagely as he thrust his cock's full expanded length up into his wife's feverish vagina. His body began to jerk convulsively, his mouth falling open slackly, and he savagely began wriggling the dildo in Elaine's rectum, then slowly wedging it several additional inches up into her desecrated anus.
"Fuck back on it. Fuck back!" he commanded her, once again twirling the feather teasingly around her pulsating cuntal lips.
Despite the pain in her rectum, the magical feather was rekindling her unquenched desire, and Elaine began shoving her buttocks back upon the stiffened dildo for all she was worth.
At that moment Karen felt the first exquisite gushes of Sultan's scalding animal-cum splutter into the churning depths of her cock-stretched rectum. His gushing sperm surged through her body with the torrential force of a bursting dam, burning into her heaving belly like seething liquid fire. The utterly perverted sensation tripped her own climax and she screamed as the great maelstrom of pleasure overwhelmed her swirling brain and body. She sensed rivulets of the St. Bernard's sticky sperm running down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks to the slit of her stuffed, throbbing cunt, until finally he was withdrawing his deflated member from inside her cum-filled anus. A welcomed rush of cool air brushed across her suddenly unplugged, inflamed rectum, and her breasts heaved spasmodically against Andy's chest as she felt his throbbing cock suddenly erupt with its own unbridled primeval release.
Karen barely heard Elaine scream out her own climax as Andy madly raced his ejaculating cock up into her own lust-incited cunt. His bloated testicles emptied their seething load into the wet crevice of her still writhing loins, and she groaned loudly as he filled her tingling cuntal passage with stream after stream of his burning semen. Her head rolled loosely from side to side, her mouth opened in abandoned ecstasy. His thick expanding cock was spurting into her like a broken hot water pipe, and she felt the cords in her neck twitch and tighten in an unmistakable sign of imminent explosion.
"Oh Christ...! I'm going to ... going to cum again! Now ... Andy, now! Fuck harder! Fuck harder! I'm cuummmiiinnnggg!" she gasped in a voice with passion. "I-I-I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg ... aaahhhh!"
Her hands darted under his driving buttocks, pulling at him frantically to drill his spasming cock deeper and deeper up into her frenzied milking cunt. White, sticky liquid flowed wetly out around her husband's still driving cock, spilling down to flood over his depleted balls.
"OHHHHH, ohhhhh," cried Elaine again. "Fuck her hard. Shoot it into her!"
Suddenly, Andy felt Karen's hand between his legs, her long nails raking gently and teasingly against the soft, sensitive flesh of his testicles, her other 'hand caressing his hard buttocks as he fucked furiously into her undulating pussy. Spurred on by Elaine's words and Karen's manipulations, he rammed deeper into his wife's squirming, climaxing pussy, while once more forcing the dildo up another inch up into Elaine's anus, pushing it farther and farther while he twirled the feather across her palpitating pussy with demonical speed. Convulsive flashes of ecstatic pain shot through his loins as his wife continued to shriek out her second climax, her cum-juices still flowing in unchecked spurts down and over his emptying, quivering balls.
Both girls were near exhaustion as Andy groaned, stiffened, and with one final spurt, collapsed, totally spent. Karen's head swam in depraved sensuality as the last hot, powerful squirt of raging semen surged insanely into her cum-drenched vagina, filling her to the near bursting point with her husband's boiling sperm.
The inflamed walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped in automatic cadence, pulling at his jerking cock like a sucking, voraciously hungry mouth. Elaine's sleek willowy body was drained of everything, and she collapsed loosely forward on the couch as Andy's grip on the dildo released her.
Karen, equally spent, buried her head in the crook of Andy's arm. She wanted only to sleep ... to sleep. Later she'd tell him of her plan. But she must sleep first...
CHAPTER NINE
Karen awoke to the noise of deep straining grunts mingled with the sound of sweat-soaked flesh smacking against sweat-soaked flesh. She was still lying on the living room couch and raising her head she could see through the opened door of her bedroom the origins of those sounds: Andy, Elaine, and Sultan fornicating in a wild menage a trois.
Her whole body ached with the use it had been put to, and exhaustedly she sank back into the comfort of the couch, only half-listening to the rutting animalistic sounds permeating her weary brain from the bedroom.
For several moments, she felt too steeped in her memories of this night to look at her problems objectively. She realized she had been driven to the very brink of insanity by Elaine and Andy's manipulation of her body. They had stirred sexual impulses within her loins which she now wished with all her heart had remained dormant.
Karen knew emphatically that she could never again enjoy a normal sexual experience after what she had just been through. She would always desire the added stimulation of a third or fourth party to her lovemaking, and she would never be able to erase from her mind the part she had played in it.
She closed her eyes, and before her red-rimmed retinas there danced a succession of pornographic images ... enticing, seductive, stimulating. Perhaps it was all a dream, a brief lapse into madness. When she reopened her eyes, the room would change; Elaine and Sultan would be gone. Only Andy would remain.
The hope grew, and she held her breath, afraid to move, fearful of the least sound that would indicate the presence of her fellow-orgiasts. She would count to five, then open her eyes.