She was Sandra Huffman and she was eighteen. Not only had she spent a lot of time reading her parents' collection of erotic books, she had watched them screw. They were a little careless about their bedroom door. Plenty of times Sandra watched Dad run it in and out of Mora.
Sandra decided to try it herself. Finding a male partner wasn't at all hard, but he soon was. She liked it. She tried a few more. She still liked it. Feeling very mature, she felt that she wanted company. So she dared Dawn Casler.
"Get myself laid!" Dawn cried. "You mean ... just like that? Take the initiative myself?"
Staring at her, Sandra nodded.
Dawn was a little nervous, but a dare was hard to resist, and soon she relieved herself of her cherry, too. Then the two of them started, choosing carefully, to dare others. Girls do like to be part of the In-group....
Sandra and Dawn recruited carefully and well.
Within a month they'd got Eunice Bentzen to join, and then big, titsy Bonnie Whiteside with all that straw-colored hair, and even Laura Diener. Laura had just lost her maidenhead in what was little more than rape. She didn't come, but she did wind up digging it. Laura didn't need any sales talk at all.
The five members of the Venus Club became a group apart, a very smug quintet, all of them having a ball, balling. Now they worked out some rules, and an Initiation Ceremony, and they elected officers. Even though Dawn was the oldest among them, at eighteen, Sandra was elected president. It had been her idea, after all.
They didn't have to recruit Mary Egbers. She was pretty nervous about it, but she wanted in. She wanted to remove herself from the thralldom of virginity. They put her off a little, making her want in even more. Too, they were having a hard time deciding on a time and place for the Initiation. Then Sandra's mother got sick.
Bingham was a town of 25,000, and there was a hospital and more than one clinic. But when Sandra's mother got so sick, the members of the Bingham medical profession decided she'd be better off in University Hospital over in Wallingford. Sandra's father went over there, too, to be near his wife. That part was easy; he stayed with his brother and sister-in-law. Since Sandra was in school, she stayed behind. She and her brother Jack had the house all to themselves. Sandra and Jack, after all, were old enough to take care of themselves.
It was also the perfect opportunity to take care of the initiation of Mary Egbers into the Venus Club. Sandra and the others planned carefully. Choosing a Saturday night, they arranged a slumber party at Sandra's. The parents were too damned busy doing their own things to think about the possibilities of trouble with six girls alone in a house without parental presence.
Sandra's older brother Jack had a date, naturally enough, and so she assumed that would take care of him until at least one o'clock. She and her Venus Club sisters called the boys.
How were they to know Jack and his date would have an argument and that he would be home by ten-fifteen?
The initiation required the use of the Huffman basement, which Sandra's father had furnished himself, and ... six boys. It also meant having Jack out of the house. He was twenty, and Sandra honestly didn't know him that welL She didn't know just how he'd take to her hosting a fuck-and-suck party.
She also didn't know he came home early, and quietly, and that he watched most of the initiation!
Remembering that the Casler sexpot was to spend the night with his sister, Jack searched the house for them, thinking he'd have a little fun. After all, an older man...! But he didn't find them. Opening the basement door, he was just starting to go down when he heard the odd words in his sister's voice. She sounded stagey, oddly stilted. He frowned, then squatted so he could peer down the basement steps without descending.
His eyebrows crawled up his forehead. The basement was full of people, and every damned candle was lit, flickering off the pine-paneled walls! But that wasn't all.
He didn't know the boys. They were unrecognizable anyhow.-at least to him. There were six of them, standing in line, and each wore a large pillow case or something over his head. The white hoods were not equipped with eyeholes, but Jack realized they could see through the cloth, although no one could recognize their faces beneath it.
All six males were otherwise naked. Without a hell of a lot of interest, Jack scanned down the line and back, noting their equipment. Cocks and balls were of various sizes and in various stages of erection. But none was limp. One of them was very impressive, maybe eight inches.
The reason was obvious. Also present in the basement were six girls, and all but two of them were, except for some very sexy adornments, very naked. One wore a white sheet that covered everything but her head. Jack didn't recognize her. Another, standing facing the girl and with her back to Jack, wore a long black cloak of some sort, that and boots. She stood on a black-draped something; the bench from the back wall, he supposed. He didn't know if she had anything else on or not, but he recognized both the black hair and the voice of his sister.
Its her club, he thought I know all the others!
That's Bonnie Whiteside, and Laura Diener, and Eunice-somebody, and there's Dawn Cosier, of course. Wow, she looks even better naked than in clothes!
The five members of what Jack thought of as Sandra's Club had all bought identical boots, black shiny vinyl that laced to the knees, and the blue-and white woolen ponchos. The boys wore the ponchos over one arm. The girls wore the boots-and broad, black leather belts that were-buckled sexily low on their teenage hips. Each also wore black driving gloves.
That was all, unless you counted the red dye or rouge or whatever they all wore on their nipples and areolas. Jack didn't count it as clothing, just as sexy adornment. The varicolored and differently shaped patches of pussy hair each wore between her thigh tops were mighty sexy adornments, too. Jack admired each in turn.
It was odd, the way Eunice's pubic hair formed a straight line, just covering her pursed pussy pouch, rather than a triangle. Odd, and fascinating. Jack also admired the way big blonde Bonnie's pubis was so sparsely furred, too, so that he had a clear view of the rich arch of her mount of Venus and the pink-red furrow that split it right up the middle. That was just as interesting as her big, red-tipped and floppy-looking jugs. Although Bonnie was a big girl, either a bit overweight or still wearing a bit of baby fat, her tits looked large even on her.
Jack licked his lips.
When he opened the door, he had heard Sandra ask if the sheeted girl was quite certain she wanted to be admitted into the sacred ranks of the Venus Club. The answer was "Aye." Sandra said, "I ask you three times, girl," and she had. The initiate had responded "Aye, most heartily," three times.
Now Jack squatted there, letting his eyes rove, while he listened to his sister rattle off a long rigamarole about the sacredness of the club and its unavailability to "girls and other children and creatures from the outer world," and how its Holy Secrets must be kept inviolate. She also called the sheeted initiate "Mary Egbers." Jack made a mental note of that. Mary Egbers agreed to everything, coached by Dawn.
Dawn, who was a tall slim girl with widely separated breasts and long, center-parted red hair, stood right beside the initiate. She held the other end of the rope that had been tied around Mary's neck. Jack was surprised and delighted with the rich heaviness of Dawn's pubic hair, which was a bulging, medium-red forest that began a couple of inches below her navel and vanished down between her legs.
Jack wondered if it ran straight up in back the same way.
Stick around and you'll find out, he told himself silently. He stuck around, staring with avid eyes.
"The initiation ceremony necessary for admission to our sacred ranks," Sandra intoned, like a fair-to-middling actress playing a queen in a historical movie, "is long and arduous ... particularly so for a mere girl, for all here are women, dedicated to the Holy Mother Goddess Venus. Do you understand this, Creature from Outside?"
Mary's voice was barely more than a squeak. Her sheet fluttered with her nervous trembling and her eyes were wide and tending to roll.
"Yes."
"One hardly hears you, child. Are you then so frightened of the combination of the Rites of Apollo with those of Venus?"
Mary glanced around. She looked at Dawn, who stared coldly back at her. Then the initiate faced the cloaked girl standing on the bench.
"I am not afraid," she said, unconvincingly.
"Good!" Sandra called, and her cloak stirred as she lifted both arms high, as though in worship to an unseen sun god. Jack saw that she was indeed naked, save for boots and belt and gloves. The cloak, though, covered her back, and Jack thought that a damned shame. Particularly when he was interested in seeing her naked ass.
"Observe the Sisters of Venus," Sandra called, "as they pay their respects to the Shrine of Apollo!"
Jack and Mary watched together, and it would have been hard to say which stared with the greater interest. But there was no fear or apprehension in Jack's eyes. He just squatted there and stared at naked, upturned asses.
Bonnie, Eunice and Laura passed along the line of hooded males, bending before each one to kiss his genitals. Although Jack couldn't quite see the kisses, he could certainly see the way sleek young dimpled buttocks tightened and parted to reveal the shining creases between them, and the tiny coiled holes there.
He could also see the throbbing responses in the youthfully virile shafts they kissed. He grinned. Being a member of that line must be a great feeling! But also a bit difficult-he was sure the males would rather skip the ceremony and grab a body and start screwing hell out of it!
When all three had finished, they came up to flank Mary while Dawn moved along the line in the same way, also bending to kiss each cock.
Her buttocks were smallish, very firm looking and rather oval in shape. They were also set very closely together. That only aroused Jack's interest in the forbidden hole between them.
Noiselessly, Jack Huffman rearranged his prick inside his pants. He had a hard-on that felt like it was up to his chest.
He saw that the hooded boy with the blond bush had one that did partially obscure his navel.
I'd like to see that baseball bat disappear up between Dawn's sweet little asscheeks. Jack mused, and was amazed to have such a thought.
Dawn returned to her place. The president Jack saw, did not take her turn at prick kissing.
She merely pointed imperiously at the initiate and ordered her to carry out the examples of those who might eventually condescend to call her Sister.
Then she added that Mary was to present her kisses while on her knees.
Mary chewed her lip. But she lifted her chin and nodded.
Two of her naked sisters-to-be aided her as she and her voluminous sheet made their way along the male line. At last she rose, having sweetly kissed six anonymous cocks.
"Is this an experience you have ever had before, girl?"
Mary shook her head. "No, never, I swear it, Lady Venus."
So my sister's Lady Venus, huh. Jack mused. She may be a stand-in for the old love-goddess-but she sure ain't no lady!
"Do you find excitement in kissing at the Shrine of Apollo, while kneeling before the god Priapus?" Sandra demanded.
"Y-yes," Mary said, and Jack wondered if it were true. He didn't give a damn. He'd just had one hell of a thought, and now he knew that Miss Mary Egbers would be kissing his "Shrine of Apollo," soon enough!
"Are you aware that it is you who possess the shrine where the god Priapus worships?" Sandra demanded, in that imperious voice.
Mary gulped, but answered in the affirmative.
"And are you ready to have the gates of your Venusian shrine opened and the god's incense poured inside?"
Hey, Jack mused, not bad-as Mary tremblingly allowed that she was ready. With a gulp. Jack thought that the proper word was "Venerian," not Venusian, but he didn't care, and it certainly didn't matter.
"And have the gates of your temple ever been opened, girl?"
Mary shook her head and Jack saw that she flushed slightly.
"No, Lady Venus. Never. I swear it."
"Sister of the Dawn?"
Dawn half bent, ran a hand up under Mary's sheet, and explored. Mary grunted and made a little squeaking noise. Dawn let her sheet drop as she straightened to face Sandra.
"The temple is closed," she said. "She is still a child."
"Do you wish to remain a child?" Sandra asked.
"N-no," Mary said in that tiny, quavering voice.
Normal virgin's buck fever, Jack thought, then amended that with a secret grin: fuck fever!
"The manner of opening the temple," Sandra said, "is different here among us women from what you may perhaps have heard. Sister of the Dawn will demonstrate. Sister?"
Dawn turned, pointed at one of the hooded males. He was equipped with a perfectly normal penis of six or so inches, standing just higher than straight out. The moment she pointed at him, he stepped forward onto the exercise mat, bowed to Sandra, and stretched out on his back.
Dawn moved swiftly to him. Jack watched her spread her legs so that she was astride the "Apollo" and his priapic shaft. She inched forward astride his prone body until her vulva was above his groin. Jack grinned. At last, he mused, the action starts!
He watched ardently, waiting for Dawn to slip it up herself.
The prone boy lay motionless beneath her. His cock saluted her from between his thighs, rearing beneath her with its eye-like opening seeming to study her descending vulva. She began squatting, and the pink lips began parting as her thighs spread farther and farther apart.
Carefully, the tall girl lowered the hot little mouth of her cunt onto the helmet-like glans. Jack saw the beautiful tightening of the muscles in her slim, sinuous thighs and calves.
The girl hesitated, made sure the big prickhead was firmly ensconced between the damp lips of her meaty gash, and then rammed herself down.
Every swollen red inch of the upstanding cock ran straight up into her cunt.
She caught her breath sharply, quivered, then made sure her ass cheeks were pressed firmly down on the prostrate thighs of her sex partner.
"Ahhhhh, god," she breathed, putting her head back to gaze at the ceiling. "Good, it's so good!"
Then she began pumping herself up and down, jacking her body on tensed and quivering legs and lowering it once more to envelope the thick reddened prick. Jack's balls tightened up and he squeezed his eyes shut. He could practically feel that marvelous sensation of supersensitive cock flesh running easily in and out of hot, wet, clasping young cunt.
The bouncing girl's pointed out-thrust breasts bounced and swung like quivering mounds of jelly. Their red-painted tips jiggled and danced wildly up and down and back and forth. Her body hunched and wriggled on his, begging, and the little sounds flowing up from her throat were pleas for more. She bounced up and down with a reckless abandon. Her careening body fucked itself in high delight.
Mary stared. Jack stared. Everyone present stared, with varying emotions and reactions. But all eyes were wide.
"Halt!"
The loud voice was Sandra's, and everyone present jumped, including the unseen watcher on the steps.
"Does it hurt, Sister of the Dawn?"
Dawn had halted as if her legs were provided with the equivalent of disc-brakes. She crouched over her partner, with just the big head of his excited prick out of sight within her juicing pussy. The hooded Apollo-substitute beneath her shivered, wanting to grab her and fuck his rocks off.
"No!" Dawn cried. "It feels Wonderful!"
"And did it hurt the first time, Sister of the Dawn?"
"Aye...."
And then all the others chimed in, male and female a-like, in chorus: " ... but only for a little while!"
"Are you ready to leave behind your girlhood forever, Creature from Outside, and join our exalted ranks? Forever?"
"Oh god, yes!" Mary replied. The sheet rippled with her shivers.
"Display her in all the glory of her body!" Sandra cried.
Off came her sheet, and Jack caught his breath and tried to keep his restless hand away from the painful bulge in his pants. The girl's body was glorious, and....
But already she was being "prepared," according to the command of the club's president. Soon Mary was moaning and writhing under the lascivious sensual assault of many fingers. Sandra stood stiffly above them, watching while the other four members fondled the initiate's bobbing tits and jutting buttocks and caressed her armpits and flanks and ran their hands up and down her belly and thighs and caressed her vulva. Her shoulder-length hair was dark brown, with little hints of red in the ever-flickering lights of the basement's many candles. The bulge of curling hair at her crotch was slightly lighter, a rich medium brown that twitched beneath the sensuous attentions of many fingers.
Jack noted that the hooded male with the big prick had lain down on the exercise mat, on his back. His heroic cock swung up, then back, so that it pointed up his body and over and past his head. There was a bit of sadism in the little smile that pulled at Jack's mouth. Yes, he thought, I figured they'd choose the biggest cock in the house for the defloration of the new member!
It was almost a shame, he mused, to tear her open with an organ of such size. A boy with a prick the size of a thumb would have done the job just as well!
The girl was panting and leaking perspiration that glistened on her body. Suddenly she was steered over to where her despoiler lay, a hooded, faceless body with an enormous prick that throbbed in excited readiness for her hymen-closed cunt. She gasped and began trembling and jerking her head about, realizing that her time was at last at hand.
But she bestrode him, and moved up to poise her burgeoning buttocks above the very tops of his thighs, and opened her legs a bit more. One bare foot was planted on either side of his legs, which were pressed nearly together.
Now Jack saw his sister's nakedness. She descended from her exalted height and swept back her cloak as she knelt beside the prone male. Catching hold of the very base of his oversized whang with thumb and one finger, she flipped it up so that it stood tall and straight above his dark-furred groin and large balls. Its violently red tip pointed straight up between Mary's quivering legs.
"It is better," Sandra intoned sagely, "if you poise yourself and then descend very quickly, all the way."
Mary stared down between her trembling young breasts, and she whimpered and shivered. Jack saw her Adam's apple bob with her nervous, gulping swallow. Her calves bulged suddenly as she tensed them and lowered her handsomely molded butt a little more. She poised there, looking scared and shaking all over.
Dawn walked over behind the totally naked girl, 18 and Jack smiled, watching the fetching way the broad leather belt rode Dawn's pistoning ass cheeks when she walked. Boots, belt, and gloves, he mused, all black. Weird. Sexier than nakedness!
Dawn reached around the semi-squatting girl from behind. One black-gloved hand moved all over her hobbling tits whiles the other worked very busily in Mary's crotch.
"Ah ... ah ... ohh, um, ah ... annnnhh!" Mary gasped and sighed, jerking in newly rising excitement.
Down she went. Sandra stayed the girl with one hand under her descending rump. With the other she nuzzled the big canopied crown of the prone initiator's prick in between the girl's tight-pressed, virginal labia. Dawn continued her two-handed arousing of the initiate.
"Now," Sandra said.
"Ga-a-aannnnghhhhh!" Mary said.
Up came her knees. Her calves bulged. Down went her crotch. And in went the king-sized prick.
Mary shrieked out a shrill cry that rang back off the paneled walls of the basement. Cleverly, Dawn immediately clamped both hands onto the brunette's shoulders.
"Ah-ye-e-e-E-E-E-GAHHHHH!"
The big swollen cock Jack had thought of as a baseball bat tore its way into the virgin, splitting her passage and creating its own tunnel as it zoomed up into her.
She squirmed helplessly under Dawn's down pressuring hands as the big driving entry brought fiery pain to her unopened depths. She jerked hard before the stinging, pushing, tearing knob that opened the way for the thick prick shaft filling her guts.
Her face screwed up and her throat ripped out frantic little cries, close on the wake of that initial screech.
The great rampaging root rived and ravaged her.
She rode it, enveloped it within herself. Her buttocks rested on his thighs. Pink lips like softest silk that had been firmly pressed together were now forced open into a great muscular ring around the demanding breadth of mammoth cock piercing their gap. The delicately shielding membrane within that riven hole was shattered, smashed and shredded and oozing that normal-corollary of a virgin's womanization: scarlet blood. The tight, elastic orifice piercing her mound was a great gaping hole, well plugged with relentlessly hardened flesh.
"So much," Sandra said smiling, "for your troublesome virginity!" She stroked the girl's violently quivering thighs and juddering buttocks. They were sprung well apart by her. wide-parted thighs and wide-forced cunt.
"Ohh ... oh, oh," Mary trembled out in a weak and whimpering voice. "It hurt so...."
"And now?"
"L-les-s-s-sss," the girl admitted, after a long hesitation.
"Stand up then," Sandra said, and the girl groaned and the owner of that mammoth organ moaned as she obeyed, rising off him.
Jack could see the crimson stain on the wildly throbbing, violently erect cock. It glistened with the girl's inner juices, both the clear and the red.
The devotees of Venus stretched the girl out and smeared cold cream all over her belly and thighs and even tucked it up her ravaged pussy with their fingers. The object of their anointment writhed and gasped and shivered.
Then they stepped back. Sandra pointed. The owner of the great prick that had opened the initiate held the big shaft straight up above him. Sandra stepped astride him, with her back to his face. She sank down, and she did not stop until she was sitting on his thighs. Jack had watched every inch of that fat, overlong bludgeon run up his sister's pussy, and now he watched, with clenched balls, while she smiled and jogged herself a bit on it
"Lady Venus," she said in a clear, happy voice, "is on her throne! Let the initiation proceed!"
Immediately all five of the white-hooded males came forward. Five swollen erections swung and bounced before them as they approached the prostrate not-quite virgin. She stared up at them and their turgid and impatient pricks. She trembled.
Grinning, Jack was very quiet as he moved his legs so that he was sitting sidewise on the top step. There, that was more comfortable. He had an idea he was in for a long, fascinating show.
He was. It began at once.
CHAPTER TWO
Sitting there on that giant prick, which she housed way up in the luscious recess of her cunt, Sandra gave the initiate a brief lecture on sex and the proper knowledge a true devotee to Venus must have. Then, with a short how-to lecture, she told Mary to suck off one of the five cocks presented so demandingly.
Jack sat there on the steps and watched. Five naked teenage girls, the oldest eighteen years of age. And one more, an almost-virgin who was even more naked than the others. And six young men, boys of about the same age, all anonymous because of the white hoods they wore. Five of them stood around the initiate, stood over her with bare bodkins. Bare, and very erect bodkins.
The girl was obviously absolutely set on being a member of the strange little club devoted to one of the very oldest religions in the world: phallic worship.
First she sat up and moved her head slowly, examining each of the five pricks presented to her view. At last she chose one. It was neither the smallest nor the largest. She moved over to it and its slim-legged owner, and she got up onto her knees.
Jack-and all the others-watched while the untutored girl knelt with the throbbing engorged cock less than an inch from her pursed, luscious lips. The luscious lips of a virgin, a girl who had never before accepted a swollen prickhead into her mouth.
She moved her head a little closer to the groin of the faceless initiator.
He pushed forward in silent demand, watching her mouth opening slowly to admit the meaty mass of violently tumescent penis that jutted before him, all thick and congested and throbbing.
She trembled and her eyes widened a little when the moist glans touched her lips.
"It's crying," Dawn said. "See its sweet little teardrop? It weeps for the warmth of your mouth!"
"Dry its tears," Sandra ordered. "Lick them away, girl."
Mary's tongue slicked out to lap the first droplet of warm fluid from the head of that quivering poker of flesh. She flicked it back into her mouth. Her lips pressed together as she savored the taste of the boy's pre-seminal fluid.
Then she opened wide and he ran his cock between the moist pink lips as though they framed a hairless little cunt.
The girl took it, well within her mouth, kneeling there before him with wide eyes. "Suck it," Sandra said. "Suck the loving phallus," Dawn said.
"Suck cock," Bonnie said, bending forward to watch avidly.
"Eat his meat," Eunice instructed.
"You have to suck, and suck hard," Laura advised.
Get some head around it; Jack instructed mentally. But he was very, very quiet.
The kneeling girl's cheeks sank in as she obeyed the multiple instructions. She began sucking, hard. The boy's hood stirred and quivered as he responded immediately to the oral onslaught. Passion built unbearable in him, clutching the muscles of his belly until everyone could see their tightening-like the tightening up of his loaded balls.
He, along with the others, listened to the sluicing slippery soppy sounds the young girl made around his slick prick.
She trembled, nearly gagging on the full bursting length of it as she swallowed it halfway into her throat and applied strong suction all around it.
It was buried, a mouthful of swollen prick flesh, that pulsated deep with the silken, wet, tight-gripping tunnel of her mouth.
Jack Huffman, watching secretly, stared with wide bright eyes. He was twenty, and would not have cared to admit it. But he had had his own prick sucked only once. He also knew, from the way they talked about it, that most of the guys he knew-married and unmarried-had never had the experience at all. He couldn't help envying the callous kid who was being treated to such a beautiful experience.
But then, Jack reminded himself, he needn't envy the guy. He'd have the same experience, soon enough!
The standing boy reached out to clasp the girl's head loosely between his palms. His cock was buried in her face, narrowing her eyes, straining her jaw muscles, stretching her cheeks so that they hollowed slightly. The excruciatingly delightful sucking and the constant play of her lively tongue made him tremble and groan, almost in pain.
"Swallow it, dear, every drop," Sandra cooed, as the boy began jerking.
He shot off his powerfully virile, youthful load into her face. The wet slippery noises she made were now mingled with glugging sounds as she took it, all of the creaming white semen, straight down the throat and into her nearly flat young belly.
The spent youth staggered weakly back. His limpened penis flopped loosely out of her mouth. A glistening thread of sticky fluid, so pale a white that it was almost invisible, connected his glans with her mouth for a moment. Then the semiliquid string broke. His flaccid penis nestled back against his balls. The string of semen flipped down onto the kneeling fellatrice's naked young tits, strong and slightly uptilted in the well-toned muscles of their youth.
The members of the Venus Club executed a little dance that resembled a primitive dance of religious significance. All of them touched the initiate with tender, stroking hands. Her face took on an expression of smug pride. She had done it! She had sucked a cock, and she had sucked it off, and she had swallowed it down, too!
"Now he back, dear," Sandra said. She squirmed restlessly on the big phallus implanted well up her belly's hole. The boy beneath her, the owner of that prodigious organ, groaned and stirred slightly. "You have accepted the god Phallus into your face, into your mouth, into your throat, and into your tummy. Now you will accept his holy incense in the very shrine of your belly; the Shrine of Venus!"
With a little urging from Dawn's hands, Mary lay back. She opened her legs.
"Choose your weapon," Sandra said. "You have but to point."
Mary hardly seemed to study the four remaining erections that were presented for her choice. She merely pointed.
The owner of that anxious prick dropped delightedly to his knees between her widespread thighs. The swollen red tip of his cock pulsed above the bulging taut bowl of her crotch. He bent forward and reached down to guide himself into her pursed labia with one quivering hand.
Nestling his balls comfortably in to the fork of her pale, round thighs, he pushed the meaty pole of his prick slowly into her. She had already been opened, her virginal rose cropped by the hugest prick available. Now she merely grunted and jerked slightly when one of more normal proportions slipped far into her cunt.
For a moment she entrapped him in the warm grip of her soft lower lips. Jack saw him quiver, and push.
Then his thick flesh nosed hotly all the way back into her vagina's warm, mushy wetness.
"Uh-hunnnnnh!" the girl gasped.
Stretching upon her and then moving his hands out to support himself with a palm on either side of his prostrate partner, the young man began to glide back and forth. His inflamed dick slid easily in and out of the mouth of her crack and into the tightness of her warm, rubbery depths. The girl gasped and sighed.
She lay on her back, lewdly naked, and she was being fucked by a hooded male. She could not see his face. There was only his body, lurching above hers, his hard young chest smacking her tits, his virile organ whipping in and out of her uncharted pussy. And all about them stood their audience, eight other young people whose firm-skinned bodies were beautifully complimented by the flickering light of many candles. Nearby lay the boy with the huge prick, and on it sat Sandra, Lady Venus. She also watched.
And none of them knew of that one other watcher, sitting in the dark well at the top of the basement steps. Grinning.
Hard cock sluiced in and out of virginal vagina, exploring a hole and widening tender walls never touched before.
Youth is known for virility and impatience, not for patience or control. Mary's fucker soon became more than impatient as his need rose to a gut-tightening urgency.
Now he was moaning and clasping her to him as he screwed her hard and fast in a paroxysm of thrusting strokes and violent jerking friction. His naked ass humped up and down, the narrow cheeks clamped tightly together.
She squirmed beneath him, feeling afloat on a hot sea of her own boiling juices. A sudden wanton urge thrilled through her, rippling the soft expanse of her belly as he pumped her, pumping himself to the highest pinnacle of enjoyment.
"Uh ... ah ... oohhh!" he gasped, and his sperm boiled from him to fill her newly opened pussy.
The girl seemed to sag as weakly as he-but not for long.
Strong hands helped him off her. A very stocky boy knelt between her legs and started guiding his hard-on forward to the inviting, wet-rimmed hole of her belly.
"Wait ... ah, umm ... two?" Mary gasped.
"Hush!" Sandra cried, and she was echoed by Dawn. "Hush!"
Another chest came down on Mary's. Other hands grasped her. Other thighs nestled between hers. Another set of furry balls swung down against her perineum. The cock of another nameless male slurped up into her semen-slushy cunt. It slid straight in and all the way up her warm and well-expanded quim.
He began humping her swiftly. This one was more impatient than the last, and less considerate; he lay on her, crushing her into the exercise mat with his full weight while his muscular butt pumped strongly up and down.
He fucked her hard, glorying in the feel of her strong breasts rolling beneath him, their hard tips straining up from their luscious moorings. She could not help herself. The big thick slab of flesh reaming in and out of her well-lubricated nest was a delight, a sweet probe that sent involuntary thrills jumping through her.
She was moaning, her fingers working convulsively, her pelvis trying to hunch beneath his weight, all firm and hot beneath his driving body. Their bodies pounded furiously together.
The big throbbing prod slicked in and out of her, fusing them together in torrid, writhing need. It sucked wetly out, only to plunge deeply in again. The sound of their slapping bellies rose and excited the watchers like the sound of whip-cracks.
The lips of her delicate slit stretched up along the plunging shaft of his penis every time it pulled partway out of her. They were driven back into the humid hollow they framed by the pistoning power of the engorged cock that lanced into her.
He dropped his head and partially curled to get his face at her firm, nearly hard young tits as he felt his balls starting to give up their burden. She squealed when his teeth slid over her nipple and clamped, far back from the little pink spear. More hot juice plunged up her pussy.
His companions aided the gasping boy off, and the moment he was out of the way another fell onto her.
"Ah! Wait ... it's ... sore," Mary complained, as the fourth cock to nudge her pretty pussy lips commenced to find its way between them.
"The initiation is not over," Sandra said sternly. "Do you wish to call it off now?"
For a long, long moment there was absolute silence in the basement. Jack was sure everyone was holding his breath, waiting for the reply from the lovely ex-virgin who lay sprawled obscenely on the exercise mat with her legs well apart and come oozing out of her well-reamed cunt.
At last she answered. "Fuck me," she said softly, squeezing shut her eyes.
He fucked her.
After a mere half-dozen strokes, the poor guy shot his sauce into her, groaning and twisting atop her.
He was quickly replaced by the last boy, who was both short and a bit plump. Jack wondered if the girl felt the plump Utile dork that squirmed up into her and started running in and out. Her cunt was a lake of semen, and well expanded from many minutes of torrid screwing.
"Remember," Sandra said. "Your lot falls last ... and it must be on her."
Groaning and hunching, the plump boy nodded his hooded head. And kept stroking. His smallish prick slicked easily in and out, so easily that he fucked her for a good five minutes before he suddenly stiffened and his groans took on a new tone.
Then he pulled from her quickly, rocking back on his heels. Just as quickly, he lunged forward. His jerking body hung over her prostrate one, propped up on hands and knees.
The writhing initiate jerked violently and squealed. A dollop of yellow white semen leaped from the end of his prick and smacked onto her ribcage, just below her firm, bobbing tits.
Another dropped onto her sweaty flesh, just below. Then another. The chubby boy moved quickly forward on hands and knees so as to spray his. third ejaculation on her left breast. Then, like an overfed pink crab, he backed swiftly up, and another spurt of semen dropped onto her belly. Another vanished instantly into the chestnut fur of her pubic hair.
Now big-titted Bonnie and bubble-butted Laura were kneeling on either side of the supine initiate. Laura's hands began smearing her with the boy's semen, lovingly, caressingly. Bonnie's hand, meanwhile, was between the kneeling youth's legs, squeezing his scrotum and running her fingers out to the tip of his flagging prick, seeking to milk from it the very last drop of its spermy balm.
They did not stop until the boy was grunting and almost whining and Mary's naked body glistened with cooling, congealing sperm. She lay still, panting and glaring at the ceiling.
Sandra stood up quickly. She half-turned to offer a hand to her recent seat, the youth with the enormous red cock. He came ripplingly to his feet. Now all eleven of them stood over the semen-smeared girl.
"She has swallowed the wine of Phallus," Sandra said.
"She has swallowed the wine of Phallus!" the others chorused.
"She has abandoned forever the hymeneal guardian to her gates of love," Sandra intoned.
"She has lost her goddamn cherry!" the others chorused, and both the secretly watching Jack and the girl lying on her back jumped at the unexpected words.
"She has received in her Shrine of Venus the sweet wine of four Phallic shafts of Apollo," Sandra said.
"She's had four cocks up her cunt and they all squirted her full of come!"
Mary closed her eyes and squirmed uncomfortably.
"Fully two more Phallic worshipers have entered her sweet shrine!"
Obviously this was all part of the ritual the girls had devised, for the others answered in shocking chorus:
"She's had two other cocks up her slimy hole, too!"
"O-oo-ooohhhhhh!" Mary gasped, with her eyes squeezed shut as if to blot out the obscene and degrading words.
"The sweet wine of Phallus," Sandra said ritualistically, "has been spread over her virginal body in a soothing balm of sensual love."
"The shameless bitch has come smeared all over her naked body!"
"O-o-oh, ple-eeease...."
"She is nearly a Sister of Venus!"
This time only the girls answered, and one by one: "She's almost a whore like we are!"
"She has but to rise to hands and knees and receive the last of the holy libations," Sandra cried.
"Get up, slut, and take it like a doggy!"
Now Mary was whimpering, sobbing, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Surely she was wondering, now, if it were all a mockery. Maybe she wouldn't be a member of the Venus Club after all. Maybe all they had wanted to do was get her here, use her, and then make fun of her.
But she was still caught up in it, and now there was little to lose. It was as they'd said. She'd been pierced by six hard pricks. She had swallowed a scrotum's worth of semen. Three others had been emptied into her pussy's previously untrammeled depths. Still another hard male organ had spouted off onto her, and the semen had been well rubbed over her and into the skin, as if it were lotion.
With their help, she got up onto her hands and knees. Her body bowed. The jutting, well-spaced demiglobes of her ass were lifted high and thrust well out as if in offering and invitation. The plump, mossy pouch of her vulva was well-displayed between her parted legs, slung downward as if teasing the mat she had so long lain upon. Semen drooled from the lips. The swollen-looking halves of her chest hung beneath her in wicked temptation, one bitten nipple slightly deeper in hue than the other. But both looked strangely pale by comparison with the red-painted titty tips of the other five teenagers.
For a moment Jack thought he was going to see something he had never seen or experienced, although he'd read about it, in some of the books his parents thought they had hidden from him and Sandra. For the hooded boy with the big prick was approaching the kneeling girl from behind.
That big thing up her ass will kill her, Jack thought in horror, but even the ugly thought was strangely, sadistically exciting and his own cock felt as if it were going to plunge out of his pants.
The heroically endowed youth knelt behind the broad, fleshy rump so enticingly upturned. But it was not between the center of those cheeks he guided his mighty engine, but between their lowest curves.
Her body tensed, then loosened with a sigh as the swollen, fat knob of his prick prodded her cunt lips more widely open. She braced herself with her hands against the mat she knelt upon. The others formed a semicircle, watching, and Jack changed his position slightly so that he could see.
Gradually the soft pink lips widened around the engorged cock until the initiate's cunt surrounded the big head and the heavy, terribly long shaft behind. More and more of it slid into her. Her long and violently expanded channel swallowed more and more of it into its soft and elastic depths.
Then that stretched gash had swallowed all of him. He knelt firmly pressed against the backs of her thighs and her ass cheeks. His huge and hugely engorged cock completely filled the glove-tight hole of her recently uncorked cunt.
He held it there a long moment, with his hands clasping the rounded contours of her buns. Then, very slowly, he began pulling out of her. Slowly, more and more giant cock emerged. The tender red lips of her vulva stretched back along the shaft as it glided out, glistening. He did not cease pulling until only the head was ensocketed in the straining gap.
She sighed, then squealed and lurched when he drove his great length into her once more, as deeply as the length of her inner channel allowed. Again his pubis and lower belly ground into the pale smooth flesh of her buttocks.
"God," Dawn breathed, sliding her fingers up and down her sparsely furred pubic bulge. "She's got it all!"
"Eight and one-quarter inches," one of the boys said.
Dawn grinned at him, flipped his penis, and then whipped off his white hood. Jack recognized him. His father was Loans Vice President of the First National Bingham Bank. Jack made a mental note.
He recognized the owner of the big cock sunk up Mary's cunt from behind, too, when Sandra stepped forward to pull off his hood. He grinned and tossed his blond head. His father was Gerrold, of Gerrold's Hardware, and the well-endowed youth was about seventeen. He played guard on the Bingham High basketball team. Jack wondered if he had his jocks tailor-made.
Gerrold grinned at the spectators, pulled far, and rammed his harpoon home again. Mary lurched and sighed out a little moan. It was not a moan of pain.
With her head down as she knelt before him to be fucked doggy-style, Mary could not see the faces of the others. Jack recognized them, one way or another, all of them but one. And he thought that redhead was on the basketball team, too.
Gerrold, meanwhile, was slipping his hands around the naked initiate, caressing her sweaty flanks. Then his big hands cupped the hanging teardrops of tit flesh that dangled, trembling, beneath her. Mouths dropped open as, in an instant, she thrust herself backward and ground strongly.
Gerrold was kneeling motionless while the girl fucked herself on him while Jack eased to his feet and crept through the basement door. He took off his shoes and hurried up to his room, where he left his shoes and picked up his cassette recorder and microphone. He got back to the basement door as swiftly and silently as possible, and just in time.
As Jack slipped through the partially open door and squatted on the top step, the big-pricked youth was blowing his rocks. Clutching the girl who knelt before him with all his strength, he dragged her back and shoved deep to fill her cuntal depths with the hot cargo of his balls.
When he arose from her, slowly and weakly, she was kneeling there with her head down and her naked, hanging tits seeming to droop. Semen trickled out of her expanded pussy passage and ran down one thigh.
"Arise, Sister Mary Egbers!" Sandra called.
The girl jerked her head up, saw the boys' faces for the first time. First she flushed. Then she grinned. And she stood up. Tears were streaming down her face, but they were tears of joy. She had been called "Sister!" She had passed the initiation, and now she had achieved not only peer-acceptance, but membership in the most exclusive sorority in town!
Jack depressed a white key on his recorder.
"Sister Mary Egbers, welcome to the Venus Club, the holy and sacred sisterhood of those who have accepted the goddess of love as our true patroness!" Sandra cried. "Now that the hoods are off and you have earned the right to be called 'Sister' among us, let me introduce you to those who have initiated you, the brothers of Apollo!"
Still looking a bit embarrassed, the initiate looked around at the grinning teenage males.
"Brother Mark Gerrold, whose magnificent prick broke forever the shield of your childhood and first opened your holy temple of Venus! Brother Scott Fletcher, whose sweet semen you swallowed so graciously. Brother John Backhaus, whose semen was pumped out over your body and then worked into the flesh as the finest of all soothing lotions. And Brothers Gilbert Ganzler, and Walt Yankelovich, and James McGary, all of whom pumped out their honeyed semen into your temple of Venus-from which it drips still mingled with that of Brother Mark."
Thanks for all the names, Jack thought, grinning.
"And know this, our new Sister Mary," Sandra went on. "All of us here have drunk from the loins of each of the brothers, and each of our temples has been sprayed with their soothing sperm, and each of our bodies has been rubbed with it. All of us: Sister Dawn, Sister Eunice, Sister Bonnie, and Sister Laura. And I-Lady Venus."
"Hurrraaaaayyy!" they all yelled, in chorus, Jack watched as each of them, male and female, embraced the new member. Her face was streaked and shiny with joyous tears.
"I declare this meeting of the Sisterhood of Venus ... adjourned!" Sandra called.
"Ya-a-ayy!" Bonnie cried. "Let the orgy begin!"
Mark Gerrold's big hand slapped onto Sandra's naked butt "Great! Now get that cloak off, Sandy honey, and let's get you properly fucked!"
Mary looked around at them. "Can ... can they do it again? Tonight?"
The girls laughed. Bonnie was pumping a prick, and she opened her hand to display it
"You kidding"? These guys can make it three or four times, Mary honey! Once more all around ... and then the pot ... and then MORE!"
After that Jack sat there and watched an orgiastic tangle that should have brought the old movie orgy king Cecil B. deMille up from his grave.
Youthful cocks whipped in and out of pursed mouths and rammed deep into teenage pussies to emerge and impale another mouth or the cunt of another girl. Hands were everywhere, male and female a-like, until the floor below where Jack sat seemed alive with naked arms and legs and humping asses; flying hair and flopping tits and grinding thighs and hips. The smell of sex rose warm and acrid in the air. Semen flowed in lakelets and dribbled from laughing mouths and well-probed pussies. The walls resounded with the slap of belly against belly and, as they coupled to play doggy, bellies against buttocks. He stared when they played "Choo-choo," a front-to-back string of nine people each with his/her loins plastered against the ass of the person in front. Only Sandra, Mark, and James were not a part of that human locomotive, and that was because Mark had his huge cock shoved all the way up Sandra's greedy snatch while she sucked away at James' long thin prick.
Then came the pot, which banker's son Fletcher had brought, in quantity. Jack stayed long enough to make certain his cassette tape had got the sounds of their discussing what they were doing.
Then he left the basement, without having been seen or heard or even suspected. He'd heard himself referred to once, something about they'd better snap it up before Sandra's, square brother came home. But that broke off into a joke immediately, everyone yelling puns on the word "came."
Jack went up to his room, stripped, and took a shower. He tried to go to sleep, but couldn't, and at last he succumbed to what he absolutely had to do. He pumped his prick, spurted it into a pair of his sister's silky nylon panties, and dropped off to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Next morning Jack tapped, then banged on his sister's door. At last he pushed it open and stuck his head in. She and Dawn occupied the bed, and both were completely under the covers.
"Sandra!"
"Grummmmph?"
"Church in forty minutes," he said, and listened to the groans of both girls.
But both Jack and Sandra had faithfully promised their parents to be good Christians and go to Church, and they did. It was important to Mr. and Mrs. Huffman that their children be seen there-which of course was why many others were there.
After services Jack dropped Sandra off to whomp up a big lunch-breakfast combination while he drove over to Dan Stephens'. As fast as he could and with as little conversation as possible, Jack borrowed Dan's tape recorder. It was the same model as his. He hurried home.
by the time Sandra bawled up the steps that food was about ready and he'd better get the table set, brother dear, Jack had made a second tape of last night's activities in the Huffman basement. He hid it, went downstairs, and he and Sandra ate bacon and scrambled eggs and toast and coffee and preserves while making Smalltalk-very cagey Smalltalk about last night.
They cleaned up together, and once Jack swatted her butt where her skirt was stretched fetchingly tightly across the twinned ovals.
"Hey, watch it, big brother!" she cried, after squealing and skipping a step. "I'm your baby sister, not one of your easy girl friends!"
"Sorry, babe. You do have a fine ass, though! You're really developing into a hell of a woman, Sandra."
"Jack!" But she grinned. "Thanks, I guess."
He nodded. "Yes sir, baby sister. You're filling out into a regular Venus!"
She did a pretty good job of covering up her shock, but he acted dumb, bending over the silverware drawer. He poked at her rump with a fork.
"Hey! Stop that! Now you are my brother. You better just cool all this stuff unless you want Mom and Dad to get a mind-blowing report on you, brother dear!"
"Hey, that reminds me," Jack said. "I got a new tape yesterday. Good quality, and really fine performances."
She looked up grinning. "Who is it? What is it, Jack?"
He laughed. "You'll see, Sandy. You can listen to it as soon's we finish up here. Believe me, baby sister-it will blow your damned mind!"
She giggled and started sloshing water. "Snap it up then. I can hardly wait to hear it. Is it, umm ... Bread?"
"Nope, and no more guesses. Just wait and see. I mean hear."
It'll blow your god damned hot-pantsed little mind wide open, sister darling, he thought, and she looked up when he suddenly laughed aloud. He damned near dropped a plate.
Hurrying, she was soon letting the water out of the sink and swooping the dishcloth around it. She looked at him with a smile-glowing face.
"Okay, Jack, where's the tape?"
"Witch, you are fast," he said, though he'd been deliberately slow. "Tape's in the machine. Machine's on my bed."
Laughing, she threw the wadded-up washcloth at him and took off at a gallop. He heard her stomping up the steps and then entering his room.
Calmly, grinning, he looked at his watch.
I wonder, he thought, if she'll let out a scream when she first hears herself, or if she'll faint, or turn it off and lock herself in her room, or go into shock, or ... what?
What she did was astonish him, and teach him respect. He knew the tape was playing. But he didn't hear another sound. She was sitting there listening to the whole thing! He waited, checking his watch from time to time. He knew how long that tape would run, and he waited until it was just a few seconds from running out.
Then Jack walked upstairs and entered his room.
Sandra and the tape-player/recorder sat on his bed. The little door in the top of the machine was sprung open. The tape was not in it. His sister was facing the door. She stared into his eyes as he came in, and he was surprised that she did not look terrified, horrified-not even fearful. She did look older, and very tired.
Shattered, he thought, and again there welled within him that strange little excitement, the satisfaction at another's distress.
"Jack ... what do you plan to do with that tape?"
He looked meaningfully at the empty recorder player. "The question is, what did you do with it?"
She continued to gaze steadily at him. She continued to look weary, too. Not shattered, he mused. Just beaten down. Trapped out in the open, and without a hole to crawl into.
He shrugged. "You took it out and hid it. It's either in your clothes or here in my room. But, Sandy, it doesn't matter. I know."
She nodded. Without taking her eyes off his, she licked her dry lips and nodded.
"Look." He pointed at his little desk against the wall. He'd had that desk since he was twelve. She looked. On it rested Dan's cassette machine. She returned her gaze to his face.
"When I dropped you off here after church, I went over and borrowed that from Dan. While you were finishing up fixing breakfast, I was up here making another tape. I have two, Sandra. It doesn't matter, because here we are, and I know, but ... you didn't think I'd leave you alone with that tape if I didn't have another, do you?"
She continued to stare at him. She blinked. She was very pretty, his sister. 'very dark eyes, eyes of a deep brown that could either be melting chocolate or some rock-hard, glinting substance, like glossy brown marbles. Long black hair with a bit of brown in it and a nice wave, too; the natural waviness of her hair was one of the joys of her life. She had never touched it with an iron, when the other girls were working so desperately to make theirs perfectly straight. Nor did she have it cut straight across the back the way nearly everyone else was.
She still wore the gold-trimmed dress of royal blue that she'd worn to church, along with hose. She had kicked off her shoes in the kitchen and they were still down there.
Her face was rather angular, with definite jawline and cheekbones, rather deeply set eyes, and a nose that was quite straight and slightly long. Her mouth, which was quite wide, was without makeup. Her lips were rather thin, and the dimple in her chin was a depression that might just house the tip of his little finger.
She was chestier than her brother, who was six feet tall and slim. The royal blue dress was stretched taut across her breasts and her thighs. They were good thighs. Hers was, in fact, a good body and a nice face. Sure, she was his sister and he had seen her. But he had never noticed until last night how sexy she was.
She sighed. "Where's the other tape?"
Jack chuckled.
With another sigh, she pulled her skirt higher, reached up under, fumbled for a moment with a look of concentration on her face, and withdrew the first tape he had made. She held it out to him a moment. When he made no move to take it from her, she dropped it on the bed.
"Want to listen to it again?"
She shook her head. "No. What are you going to do with it?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" She cocked her head on one side. He saw her shoulders sag as relief ran through her.
Jack stepped sideways and sat down on the small straight chair beside the door. Gazing at her steadily, he told her.
"That tape has a bunch of names on it. Six boys whose fathers would blow a gasket. Six girls whose fathers and mothers would blow a lot more than that. You recited every name, and I recognized all of them but one. The redhead-but he plays balk doesn't he?"
She nodded without otherwise replying. Her eyes were fastened on his.
"All right. Lady Venus, and the Sisterhood of Venus. A group of six high school girls with a secret little club-and the initiation is sex. And last night's initiation was followed not only by a sex party, but by smoking grass. That tends to blow parents' minds, too. I saw it all, and I recorded it all. I can describe it in detail."
"Please don't."
"All right."
"You said you weren't going to do anything with the tape. Can I destroy it then?" Her hand curled around it.
He shrugged. "I told you I have another. I really have. I can make dozens, if I want." He smiled fleetingly. "Or an even dozen. One for the Huffmans and the Gerrolds and the Caslers and the Egberses and the Whitesides ... but you get the idea."
Sandra nodded in silence. And waited.
He waved a hand. "Well, what are you waiting for, baby sister?"
"You know. I'm waiting for you to tell me what you are going to do, or what you want."
"I'll bet you know."
Sandra sighed, and his eyes dropped to her breasts.
"Yeah. All at once or one at a time?"
"One at a time," he smiled. "My girls. Dawn, and Laura, and titsy Bonnie, and Eunice, and Mary, and...." He let it trail off.
She sat there staring at him. "And you won't tell?"
"Nope." He shook his head.
"They'll all do exactly what you say. Anything you want."
"You'll all do exactly what I say. Anything I want."
"Oh, Jack."
"Yeah. You can start by stripping." She continued to stare at him. "Now," he added.
She sat there staring at him a few seconds longer. Then she stood up. Still her eyes probed his.
Then she bent and gripped the hem of her dress in both hands. She pulled it up, remembered that in her consternation or confusion or perhaps excitement she had forgotten the zipper in back. She twisted back to unhook the catch, then run the zipper down, and then she had to hoist her skirt again.
Damned good thighs, he mused, and decided to say it aloud. "You've got damned good thighs."
"You saw them last night," she said, pulling the dress up. She wore a pair of opaque pink panties and a white garter belt. He watched her pretty little stomach reveal itself to his fixed eyes, watched the softly coiled navel lengthen into a sexy slit as she stretched. The dress caught at the shelf formed by her pink bra, then went on up. Her breasts juddered a little. The bra was nothing much, just a holder.
He raised his eyes as she dropped the dress to the floor. Her hair was mussed. It was sexier that way. And her eyes seemed to smolder, as if they glowed slightly with a small fire behind their dark depths. They were staring at him.
"Take the bra off, Sandy. The usual way, and flip it off and then bend a little forward. I want to see your pretty titties dance."
"Do you think they're pretty?"
"You know damned well they are."
She almost smiled. Not quite. Her breasts strained into the cups of the brassiere and mounded above them and pressed together in the middle as she put her hands behind her to unfasten the strap. It came free. The back strap swung down in two halves. She crossed her arms over to strip off the bra's-shoulder straps. They fell down her arms, and then, just as he had ordained, she freed her breasts with a sudden jerking flip of the bra.
Warm thrusting breasts, pale pink with pink tips, sprang free and bobbed wildly before settling down to jut imperiously before her. Then she bent quickly, as he'd said, so that they swung out and down, changing from slightly elongated half globes into long pointed ovals.
"You have beautiful tits, honey," he told her.
She smiled, just a little. "Thank you. I know."
"Keep the hose and the garter belt. They're sexy. Get those pants off."
She straightened and slipped her thumbs into the elastic top of her pink panties, at either hip. "Jack ... we ... you're my brother."
"It's a damned good thing, too," he told her. "Someone else might try to blackmail you. All I want is some fucking and sucking. From all of you. All of you. Let's see the bush, Sandra."
She showed him her bush, bulgy and glossily black-furred, and suddenly he narrowed his eyes and bent a little forward. He stared at her cunt. The lips were visible, and the slit, despite the blackness of its fleece. Slowly his eyes rose to hers.
She was standing there gazing at him, not blushing.
A hell of a girl, my sister, he thought, not without admiration.
"You trim your fur there?" She nodded.
He smiled. "Pretty. Sexy as hell. I'd like to watch that sometime."
She sighed without moving. Her cunt seemed to stare at him. She made no effort to conceal it. Her legs remained slightly parted, sexily stockinged and with the white garter belt and its straps framing the light, downy foliage of her cleft.
"Whatever you want, Jack."
"Uh-huh. I want you to undress me," he said, standing.
She came to him, gasped when he palmed her loose, jiggling jugs, then unbuttoned his shirt. Unbuckled his belt. Zipped his pants down. Opened the top button. Stripped them down; he lifted one foot, then the other. She rose again to wipe open his unbuttoned shirt, and he felt her breath against it as she helped him slide the sleeves down his arms. Suddenly he cupped a hand behind her head.
"Kiss each nipple. Lick, fast, and with pressure."
She did exactly as he instructed. Her tongue moved blurrily over his nipples, small and tight and only just beginning to be lightly surrounded with hair that would be long and curling and black. By the time she finished, his prick was a hard painful bulge in his shorts. He released her head. "My shorts, Sandra."
"Yes," she breathed, and sank into a squat as she peeled them down. She watched the emergence of his pubic hair, then the tip of his standing cock. The sleek velvety flesh, startlingly pink, was stretched very taut over the swollen crown and already the slitted tip glistened moistly.
Suddenly he remembered Sandra's words of last night, to Mary. They flamed into his brain as though he himself were a tape recorder. He said them now, in a quiet, steady voice.
"Dry its tears," he said. "Lick them away, girl."
She had pulled his shorts down to just above his knees. She left them there, moving her face into his crotch. He felt her breath first, riffling the hairs of his groin. Then her soft wet tongue came slicking out He fought to remain perfectly still as he stood there and looked down at her, licking the glistening droplet of warm juice off the end of his pulsing cock. She let him see her lips pressing together, slipping his pre-seminal fluid into her mouth.
"Is it good?"
She replied in a whisper, hissing, without looking up. "Yesss."
"Do you like cock, Sandra?"
"Yessss!"
"Get the shorts off."
She dragged them swiftly down and he lifted his feet again, one at a time, and he was naked. He liked being barefoot, and had stripped off both shoes and socks as soon as he'd entered this room with Dan's tape machine, before their meal.
"Just stay there," Jack said, thinking back, trying to remember their exact words. "Suck the loving phallus, eat the meat, suck cock."
Without a word, and without hesitation, she slipped her lips over the swollen bulb. It felt wonderful, the soft-skinned pressure of those warm, moist lips all around the enlarged head of his eager prick.
"Get some head around it," he said, just as he'd thought last night while Mary was performing this same rite.
She really surprised him, then, by sliding her face steadily forward. More and more thick, reddish prick vanished into her mouth and expanded the circle of her lips. Staring down at her, his eyes bulged. What could his sister take? How experienced was the lovely kneeling Lady Venus?
He watched another inch go out of sight. She had about five inches in her face, now. Her hands slipped sexily around his thighs, holding herself steadily with a light grip. She had paused. But just as he started to reach for her head, she moved it forward a bit more. Her nose was very close to the curling bush at the base of his belly. 'very close.
He knew exactly what he had, erect. Limp, his cock ranged anywhere from a strangely stubby inch or so to about five. Erect and fierce and longing for release, it measured just a hair or two past the 6 1/2 inch mark on the tape measure. About a month ago Dan had read an article that indicated the averge size of an erect penis was somewhere around six inches, and he and Jack had both measured.
Now his sister was wearing all but about three-quarters of an inch of that cock in her face.
"Is that all you can get in?"
She made a gasping, throaty sound, then nodded. Her forehead touched his belly. She started to slide her face back.
He reached down, caught her hair in his hands, gripping it on either side of her face, and jerked.
"Ngah!"
Her nose rammed into his pubic hair. She pushed against his thighs with her hands. He held her there for a few seconds, then let go. She backed her face off his cock, fast, and knelt there with her head down, gasping.
He stroked her glossy, wavy hair. "You know what? I just realized what I've got I've got me a slave. A sex slave!"
She tilted her head back, rolling her eyes up to meet his gaze.
Her eyes looked like melted chocolate.
Good god, he thought I really do have a sex slave! She really is crazy about cock!
"You want it stuffed up your pussy," he asked, "or do you want to suck it off?"
She closed her eyes in a long blink, opened them to look at him, then looked down. "Do I have to answer?"
Reveling his newfound power, he twisted her hair a little. "Yes."
She nodded. She said, "Yes."
"Yes? Yes what?"
"I ... I want to suck it off, and I want it stuffed up my ... my pussy."
With one hand in her hair, he pushed his high-standing hard-on down to her face. Her words had sent flaring jolts like electrical current leaping all through his genitals and his guts.
"Eat"
She ate. She licked around and around its hard length with her curling slathering tongue, laving him with her saliva. Her hands tightened on his thighs. He quivered under a sudden hot desire to ram her with it and fuck her mouth like a cunt until her eyes bulged and her lips cracked.
He leaned a bit forward. Her soft pink lips parted before the pressure of the prodding organ. She accepted the slick inward thrust of it until more than half his cock was out of sight in the sweet shelter of his sister's face.
She sighed, feeling the strength of the demanding, ardent penis beating within her hot wet mouth.
She tightened her oral muscles, pressing the warm, moist flesh of her mouth around his cock, stirring the thick flesh until it pushed farther and then farther still into her face, seeking her throat to gag her and spew out its hot passion.
He watched her, mouthing his cock. He felt her tongue, slipping and slithering wetly over it. It caressed his pulsing sexual flesh gently, wetly, lovingly.
Her head moved. She began sliding her mouth up and down the thick red pole that stretched it.
Her hands clutched and pulled at his upper thighs.
Her soft breasts seemed to prod willfully at his legs, just a little lower down. Looking down her back, past the waving, glossy hair, he saw the heart shape of her butt, rounded and spread and opened by her kneeling position.
The grip of her mouth tightened over his penis. She squirmed her lips softly over the flesh just behind the head, then pushed down the shaft again. She pulled at it with lips and sucking throat until he gasped and his hard swollen length throbbed and jerked inside her face.
Her hand slipped into the hair of his groin and through it, smoothing and caressing. He trembled and stared down at the top of her head.
She nibbled and sucked and licked, and sucked, and sucked.
Bobbing her head and moaning, she went after his sperm with a startlingly expert and enthusiastic fervor. Her teeth clamped teasingly around the great length of meat that filled her mouth and jutted from her face.
It began as a curling, tightening, writhing sensation deep in his testicles. They seemed to expand, to grow taut and stretch the skin of their elastic bag. Heat sizzled upward and his belly tightened. His cock throbbed and felt as big as his arm.
Then he jetted a torrent of semen into her face.
A river of lust pulsed into her mouth, spurting forcefully and filling it to the bursting point. She made a little moaning cooing sound and her cheeks sank far in as she sucked, hard.
She gulped his come greedily down in quick swallows, clutching the throbbing shaft firmly between her lips. Her throat worked and her hands gouged into the flesh of his thighs. He shivered, throughout his body, and felt suddenly weak as his balls emptied themselves.
She did not relax her oral grip until she had pulled from him all the warm liquid he had stored within his scrotum. Then, slowly, she let her mouth slide back up and off the already softening staff, and when she turned her melting-chocolate eyes up to him again, he saw a trickle of his semen running down out of his sister's mouth and over her chin.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Now I want to see you as Lady Venus," Jack said, when both of them had recovered their breaths. He sat comfortably in the straight chair just inside-his bedroom door. His sister, with a bellyful of his come, knelt between his thighs, still, with her cheek on one thigh. Her hair streamed down over and between his legs. It tickled.
She looked up. "Oh, Jack," she sighed.
He snapped his fingers. "Get up and strip. Then put on the belt and boots and gloves, Sandra!"
Sandra rose slowly to her feet and started to reach down to unlatch the straps of her garter belt from her hose.
"Wait a minute," Jack said casually. He fished a cigarette out of the pocket of his discarded shirt. "Bring me an ash tray and that lighter off the table beside the bed.
She gazed at him. "You ... really are ... going to ... treat me as a slave?"
He shrugged, sitting there in smug comfort, naked. "Sometimes. Move."
She swayed over and returned with light and ash tray. He lit up, blew a billow of smoke upward, and gestured with the cigarette.
"Now-turn around before you take off those stockings, and do it standing up. I want to be able to see your asshole and your cunt."
Without a word she turned and went through the balancing act of removing her stockings while standing up. He watched the clenching tightening of the silken white moons of her ass, their loosening with a slight tremble, and their parting to reveal the two slots he had mentioned. Both were pink and excitingly tight looking, including the full-lipped cunt in which she had, he assumed, housed and entertained plenty of cocks. Including that damned monster of a prick the Gerrold boy was hung with.
She dropped the garter belt to the floor with her stockings. Slowly, she turned to face him. Now she was completely naked. He puffed as he gazed at her. Eventually he raised his eyes to her face.
"You know what? I hate to say it, Sister, but ... you're just damned good-looking all over. You look like you were made for sex."
"I think I was."
"Urn. You don't shake easily either, do you?"
"You know I've always felt older than everybody else my age. I can't help it Most of them just seem like kids."
He nodded. "Well, get into the Lady Venus outfit."
"Outfit! Jack ... there's so little of it!"
"That's one good point about it," he said. "Also, that's the way T saw you last night, and that's the way I like you best."
She put her head a little onto one side. "Was that ... the first time you've ever seen me ... naked?"
"Nope." He shook his head, grinning. "You?"
"No," she admitted. "I've peeped at you, too." Then she went to the door, on her way to her room.
"Bring 'em back in here to put 'em on," he called, and soon she was back. He had her sit on the floor, facing him, while she pulled on the tall black boots. That way her vulva was beautifully, obscenely displayed, and he could see the lips open and close with her movements. She looked at him, too.
Then she stood and strapped on the belt, buckling it low on her hips. They were men's belts, he saw, with holes for the buckle's tongue all the way around. That way they could be made to fit anybody, but hers must have been bought pretty large anyhow. She and the other Venus girls wore them well below the waist, sexily circling the hips like a diver's belt, and Sandra's hips were definitely womanly.
Strange, he thought. She's not only hard to rattle, more mature than the others just as she said, but she is in the body, too, in a way. No teenage "baby fat," not a bit of it. Tiny little waist, perfect thighs, well-rounded hips and contoured breasts and buttocks. , She drew on the gloves. Then, after a moment of hesitation, a little nervous, she seemed to relax. She set one foot slightly ahead of the other, leaning her weight on the left so that the left hip bulged outward. And she put both black-gloved hands on those white hips.
He smiled. "Lovely," he said. "Lady Venus herself! Lie down on the bed full length, Sandra. On your back. And put your hands way back up over your head."
She looked fearful. "You ... you're not ... Jack? What're you going to do?"
He was already rising, killing the last half-inch or so of his cigarette in the ash tray. He shrugged. "What's the difference? Lie down."
She stretched out as he had said, and he used her hose to bind her wrists to the head of the bed, well apart. He did not tie her ankles, but with them well apart she formed a large and highly erotic X-shape. He patted her flat, tightened belly and went into her room, which was next door to his. She always kept three fat, firm pillows on her bed, atop the spread. All three were furry cotton velour, and they were imitation animal hides: a spotted one, like a jaguar or a leopard, a striped one to represent a tiger, and the black-and-white stripe: "zebra."
Taking the furry pillows back into his room, he ordered her to see how high she could raise her legs, and he grinned when her stomach went even more taut and she strained and then she was displaying her ass and the fuzzy bulge of her cunt just above it Her legs were straight out, jutting up and out at an angle from her body.
He used his hand to hoist them further, then pushed them back, ignoring her grunts. He placed a pillow carefully beneath each of her buttocks, then another just behind her neck, beneath her upper back. Now he dropped her legs and stepped back to admire her.
The black gloves protected her wrists from the nylon of her stocking bonds, which could cut. Along with the boots and the belt, the gloves also made her sexier than if she had been completely nude. And the carefully placed pillows jutted both her tits and her mossy pubic mound as if in plaintive invitation.
He moved onto the bed between her legs, ordering her to open them wider. She did. Both of them noted that he was no longer limp between the legs. His cock wasn't hard, but it was long and thick, at that big malleable stage just before it stiffens and plays jack-in-the-box. He stretched onto her with that almost-hard prick between the tops of her thighs.
Then he placed his hands on her breasts and squeezed and pushed and pulled and rolled them on her chest. The nipples perked a bit. She moaned and sighed. Straining forward, he placed a kiss in each of her wide-open armpits. They were quite smooth. He assumed she had shaved very carefully before last night's wild activities!
Then he moved his lips over to the upward bulging bowls of her breasts. They quivered when his mouth began sliding up their curves.
First he sucked, wiggling his tongue just over the pink tips, until her nipples were hard and high and quivering. He listened to her gasping sighs and tiny moans with a smile of great pleasure. He felt her movements, knowing she was tugging at the bonds that kept her arms and hands at bay. Whether she wanted to hold him to her or push him away, she was helpless to do either.
He raised his mouth from her rosy, inflamed nipples, smiled at her strained face, and backed away.
His hands pressed at her thighs. They opened obediently still more, widening the gap between their tops until the delicate flower there opened its dewy pink petals. They were like the petals of a delicate pink shade flower, seldom exposed to the light.
Which is plenty poetic, he thought, but it isn't a flower. It's a mouth, pink and hungry and open. A very beautiful young pussy.
He bent to kiss it.
Little mewling groans of pleasure trickled from her mouth; her other mouth. She began to move, her drum-tight belly rippling. The red-tipped mounts of her breasts, sucked erect, shimmied and rolled on her chest. Her arms tensed and flexed, tugging at their nylon bondage. She writhed and whimpered an anguish, wordless plea for more.
He deepened his kiss.
His tongue slid easily between the soft labial folds and into the humid hole behind. Her moaning response was loud. His tongue flicked, down inside her. He licked the slippery inner surfaces of damp lips like wet silk, turning them still more damp.
Her thighs trembled and tightened as she thrust hard with her heels, pressing her mound up to his face. Cunt fur tickled his chest. His tongue speared in. He tasted the pungent fluid seeping from her cunt's inner walls. Her thighs rose beside his face and he was glad he had not bound her ankles. A totally helpless woman was much less fun than one who could hoist her own bulging Mount of Venus and press her warm, silken, firm young thighs against his head on either side. The muscles stood out tautly along their inner surfaces as she strove to get his tongue ever deeper inside her.
His sliding wet tongue snaked in and out of her itching cunt like a miniature cock.
He fucked her with his tongue.
He grinned, his forehead hard against her belly. It trembled beneath him. He could feel the little moans he heard, starting way down in her belly and gliding up to trickle out her open mouth as he sucked and tongued her inner pussy.
He knew that the constant thrust of his stiffly held tongue into her was almost unbearable. Knew she felt it throughout her body each time his probing tongue disappeared into the deep slot of her sex.
She could not hold still. The delicate layers of spongy flesh contracted greedily, spasmodically around his impaling lingual probe. He plunged it in as far as he could, jabbing with his tongue, loving the sound of her appreciative whimpers. Her body jerked as if it were on strings. And he was the puppeteer who controlled her. He sucked, hard, opening his mouth wide to pull the slippery softnesses of her pussy lips up inside.
Her legs swept wide, flanking his bobbing head. Then she jerked them in to cradle him. Her heels rose and came down to press his back. Her thighs locked his head tightly, gripping and pulling him into her. He felt them quiver, twitching in a constant attack of nervous spasms.
He did not stop until she begged, whimpering, for the second time.
"Come in me! Please! Come into me!"
He lifted his mouth, wet and glistening, from her crotch and looked up at her, along the straining length of her bodies and along the valley between her bobbing, quivering, nipple-surging tits.
"What? What is it you want?"
"Please! For god's sake ... fuck me! Get inside me!"
He smiled, teasing her, and bent to lick her pussy once more. She jerked with the violence of a convulsion.
Then he rose swiftly, moved up, and jerked forward to meet her frantic movements. The soft folds of her sexy hole were already parted, eager to accept him into her liquid cunt. He steered his pounding hard-on forward and let it go in and in and in still more, until he was as deep within those hot wet confines as he could bury himself.
His excited cock was totally engulfed in his sister's pussy.
He felt her tighten as she moved her legs. She encircled him like a warm, too-tight glove; the formfitting ones racecar drivers wear.
He began humping and pumping, juicing his ebullient length of fuck-flesh hard and fast in and out of her clasping hollow.
Within less than a minute of hard plunging she was screaming in orgasm, and in less than another minute he was spurting hard into her contracting vagina.
"Dawn, first," Jack Huffman told his sister later. Their father had called; he was fine, their mother was about the same, okay, but not seeming to improve much. The tests weren't conclusive, and tomorrow she'd be wheeled in for exploratory surgery. Yes, Jack and Sandra told him, they were fine. Everything was cool. Don't worry, and kiss Mom.
After releasing his sister from the bed, Jack bade her douche herself and continue wearing just what she was wearing.
"B-but ... what if someone comes??"
He grinned. "I'll get the door. You'll have time to vamoose. And if it's for you, you can always peel off the gloves and slip on a dress, fast."
"All right," Sandra had said softly, with her head down.
Now it was late afternoon. He sat in his father's chair, going through the big Sunday paper. His sister sat across the room, directly opposite and facing him, in the straight armchair they had placed there, against the wall. Sitting atop the chair's back, she leaned against the wall. One booted foot was planted on each of the chair's arms. She had long since finished with the comics and the Magazine section, but he had ignored her sighs.
With her legs so far apart, her naked pussy gaped obscenely at him, like a vertical, grinning mouth with very pink lips.
Now he said, "Dawn, first," and slowly lowered the paper. He dropped it to the floor and gazed at her.
Her brows rose. "What? Dawn ... what?"
"Wednesday night," he said, "you and Dawn will study together. Here. It's a good enough excuse, and she'll be glad to tell her parents you're having a test or something. I want her over here. We'll play the tape for her."
She licked her lips. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement
"And...?"
He grinned and gestured with both hands. "And I play Apollo and introduce my Priapus to her Sacred Chamber. I mean Temple. Of Venus."
She nodded. "All right, Jack. J-Jack ... my legs've gone to sleep. They're quivering all over, too. Could I sit down in the chair?"
"In a minute," he said. He thought: Jesus! I've really got the world by the ass! Or rather six girls, which is more important than the tired damned world!
He got up and walked over to stand in front of her chair. She perched atop it with her legs and cunt lips wide open, like a girl posing for some of those split-beaver pictures, which were about one-tenth as sexy as a damned good book.
The real thing, though, is different, he mused.
Leaning one hand on one of her upraised knees, he moved the other one slowly in toward the convergence of her widespread thighs, where close-cropped black hair like fleece framed a red-lipped slash that was peeled open a good half-inch. That was enough.
She grunted and jerked when he shoved his thumb up into her cunt.
"Ah ... annnnngh! Oh ... if s dry! That hurts....
He pushed his thumb in until his hand flattened the lips around it. He wiggled it. Grinning, he felt the passage he impaled begin to grow damp, then moist, then wet. Her moans changed in tone. She began to hunch....
He withdrew-his thumb and let her watch him stick it in his mouth. His cheeks sank far inward as he gave it a good hard suck. The fluid was almost tasteless.
He turned and walked back to his chair, where he sat. Then he waved a hand. "You can sit down in the chair now, dear."
She started sinking down, groaning when long-strained muscles tingled and interrupted circulation began its normal flow once more. She sagged into the chair, looking tiny in her black-decorated nakedness. Her dark, dark eyes gazed at him.
"Jack? What ... what if she ... won't? Dawn, I mean."
He laughed lightly. "Won't? Christ, her old man's a deacon, and he teaches Sunday School! He most certainly thinks she's as cherry as the day she was born! Just a hint that they might inspect her little honey pot would be enough to get her housebound for years!"
"Yeah, I guess so," his sister said, looking solemnly at him. She seemed to be studying him.
"Besides, you're going to help, Sandra. You see, it was you who started the club, right? First you, with an idea, and then you and Dawn, right?" He waited while she nodded, closing her eyes in a long blink before spearing him with their dark liquid gaze again. "Right, then. So ifs all your fault, in a way. You led them down the primrose, I mean the lotus flower path." He spread his hands with a smile. "Now you'll lead them down another path ... to me. For me."
After a long silence, she said, "You're going to fuck them all."
"All. Maybe not quite as ... nicely as I did you. After all, you're my sweet baby sister."
She shivered and again there was a long silence in the room. He could hear the ticking of the big old clock out in the hallway. A quiet Sunday afternoon, with a clock ticking in the hall and the Sunday paper piled in disarray on the floor. Just like any other house in town, or all over the country.
Except that he wore only his trousers, and the sexily adorned, leather-adorned picture of nudity sitting across the room from him was his teenaged sis ter, Lady Venus, and in the past few hours they had sucked each other off and fucked together.
She shivered again. "Oh god. Jack ... can I tell you something?"
"Save it," he said, inspecting his watch. "Let's have a pizza. Okay?"
So they fixed and ate a pizza, with a little wine, and watched the Sunday Night Movie on the television. Jack had Sandra stand up and remain motionless while he fondled her, very intimately, all over. Then he turned her around, swatted her naked butt, and told her to go to bed. He checked the doors, turned out the lights, and went to bed.
He was just starting to drift into sleep when he heard a faint sound. Then she came slipping warmly into his bed. Her hand slid over his hip. Her lips pressed his back. Wiggling up a little, letting him feel her naked tits rubbing their firm curves and delicate tips along his back, she pressed her lips close to his ear.
"What I was going to tell you."
"Um. Oh yeah." He felt back behind him, rubbed her bare thigh.
"I loved sucking your prick. I loved your mouth on me. I loved you fucking me. Jack ... oh, Jack! I'm crazy about you! I have been for years, just years. I've always wished you weren't my brother, so we ... so we could ... well."
I'll be damned!"
"If all that guff they hand out in church is for real, well both be damned!" she whispered. Then her breasts wiggled against his back as she chuckled.
He was turning over to her when she said excitedly, "It's going to be just an absolute ball getting those girls in here and turning them over to you!"
He didn't get enough sleep that night and felt like hell in the morning.
CHAPTER FIVE
An hour had passed since Dawn's arrival, in floppy B.H.S. sweatshirt and a plain dark blue skirt about the length of Pat Nixon's. Lord, what a set of parents that girl had-the one pair of jeans Jack had seen her in, once, had been at least a size too big! He figured Mr. and Mrs. Casler were about like the guy who tried Scotch for the first time, straight: Tried it once and didn't like it In the Caster's case, sex was probably something they'd tried once, and it had worked. Along came Dawn. That was that. That was what sex was for. Put the lid on-and make sure she stayed pure and holy and hungup too, so she could make some guy miserable someday.
Jack grinned as he headed for the living room. Boy, was Dawn ever breaking out of that old Superchristian trap!
The two girls were sitting on the couch, leaning towards each other and talking very quietly when he entered the room. Both looked up; Dawn looked guilty.
"Hi, ladies!"
Dawn smiled and wiggled a little. "Oh, hi. Jack!" Sandra winked at him.
"You two sure had your heads mighty close together ... a little secret Venus-business?"
Dawn's mouth dropped open. She turned an accusing glance on the other girl. Sandra looked sweet and innocent. Then Jack swung the cassette machine onto the couch between them.
"Here, Sandra, let Dawn hear our new tape," he said, and grinned at Dawn-who smiled coquettishly back. Then he left the room. He walked along the short hallway to the kitchen, stripped, and crept back to listen near the doorway.
"Umm-gawa!" Dawn was saying in a quiet, excitedly giggly voice, "imagine a guy like that around all the time! Bet you've wished a bunch of times he wasn't your brother!" She giggled squeakily.
Then: "What's the tape, Sandy? Boy, he's nice to bring it in here-what is it?"
Click.
"-ter Mary Egbers, welcome to the Venus Club, the holy and sacred sisterhood of those who have accepted the goddess of love as our true patroness!" Sandra's voice cried. "Now that the hoods are off and you have earned the right to be called 'Sister" among us, let me introduce you to those who have initiated you, the brothers of Ap--"
"Oh no!" That from Dawn, and her voice was a lot louder than that of Sandra, emerging from the tape.
"-rold, whose magnificent prick broke forever the shield of-"
"Oh no, no!" Dawn cried. "Where'd he ... how'd he get this ta ... has he heard it?" Click-bzzz ... Click.
"-each of our bodies has been rubbed with it. All of us: Sister Dawn-"
Dawn screamed. "No! No! Oh no, no! Oh, Sandra! What ... oh my GOD!"
Jack stood there, smiling, idly toying with his naked penis, while his sister explained to her sorority sister. Jack had come home early, discovered them, watched and listened and taped them. He had every name and had seen both sex and pot, and clear indications of that were on the tape, too.
Dawn gasped, almost in hysteria. "He could ... he could ... we could get killed! Expelled! Maybe even arrested, Sandy!" Her voice shot up and quavered like that of a seventy-year-old trying to sing Grand Opera. "My parents would kill me!"
"Sh ... sh ... calm down, hush, damnit!" Sandra snapped.
"But ... but ... but what does he ... what's he going to do! He just brought it in here and walked off ... oh my God! He wants something! Sandy ... what's he want?"
"Ask him, darling. He's standing right behind you."
Dawn swung around and nearly fell off the couch. Tears were rushing down her face and her open mouth trembled and her eyes were fiercely dilated. She trembled all over. Her eyes dropped from his face to his naked, bobbing, rudely pointing hard-on, then jumped back to his face again, then dropped again ... , He reached down and took hold of his cock to wag and shake it with consummate lewdness at her. She stared at it.
"Apollo," Jack smiled, "merely wants to expend his Priapic, phallic essence in your overworked and red-furred Temple of Venus, Sister of the Dawn."
"Gah!" She fell weakly back on the couch, staring because she could not do otherwise.
They were all silent for a long while that seemed a lot longer than that. Dawn twisted to glance at Sandra. Looked back at Jack, at his face, at his cock, at his face, at his cock, at his cock....
"You ... you won't tell Mother and Father," she said at last, weakly, "if ... if I let you ... if you make it with me?"
"Exactly," Jack beamed. "I won't tell mama and daddy Casler, if we fuck, Dawn darling."
Her face opened up into a sunny smile. She jumped up. "Is that ... all? Really?"
Jack's face fell.
Sandra laughed. She doubled over and slapped her calves, laughing.
"That's ... all," Jack said. Shit! All the fun-well, a lot of it-was gone out of the whole deal, with her so damned willing!
"Well, my lord!" Dawn cried. "I was just telling Sandra ... I mean you're a doll ... and you're twenty, a real man, and ... my lord!"
Jack grabbed on that. "Yes. Your lord. Your master, girl." He shook his prick at her. "You're going to be raped ... or else!"
"Raped!" she cried, pulling up her sweatshirt. "My lord, that's sure not necessary! You going to stick that big beautiful pecker in me right here, or elsewhere?" She glanced around at the carpeted floor, dragging her sweatshirt down over her arms. She wore a rather plain white brassiere.
Well, shit, Jack thought in disgust. She's delighted. Hell, it's going to be a normal fuck!
Then he told himself: Here, hold it, asshole! That's a lovely eighteen-year-old body, and it's yours. Since when are you such a busy-pricked superstud that you turn up your nose at a good balling session with a very willing partner?
Since never, he replied mentally, and I'll think about the rest of it later. Right now-have at thee, and once more into the breeches!
The thing to do is ... make damned sure she goes out of here knowing she's really been balled!
He put on a very firm face, walking toward her with his naked cock standing before him and jumping all over the place.
"Who the hell told you to undress? Down on your knees and suck cock!"
Sandra's redheaded friend poked her lower lip out, striking a provocative pose with her white-brassiered tits stabbing forward and one skirted hip jutting jauntily to the side.
"Aw ww ... Jack, darling ... do you have to be so mean?"
Standing behind her, Sandra grinned impishly and spread her hands in a Well, now what gesture.
A foot from the eighteen-year-old V.P. of the Venus Club, Jack brought one palm up and slapped her cheek sharply.
"Oww! Now you...." Staggering back, Dawn looked at Sandra. Sandra nodded meaningfully at the tape recorder/player on the couch. Dawn stared at it. She shivered.
"He's got another tape, too," Sandra mentioned. "Made it from that one."
Dawn's shoulders-and breasts-rose in a great sigh. Then they went down as she expelled her breath, and they seemed to slump. She looked at Jack. Then she dropped to her knees.
He moved up closer to her, smiling down at the gleaming highlights of her red hair. Her hand started to come up for his cock.
"Hands down. Open wide. That's a nice mouth you've got, Dawn. Looks perfect for a good, fast, face-fuck."
Her lips quivered. She made a little whimpering sound. Then Jack looked mean, and she clasped her hands behind her and opened her mouth. Wide.
A gaping mouth, female or otherwise, is not the sexiest sight on Earth. But ... when it's just a few inches from a big hard-on, and the owner of that hard-on can feel her shuddery breath and look in at the moist-glistening, softly quivering tongue....
He shoved the head of his prick into the gaping oral hole, felt the sweet, delicate touch of her tongue, and smiled. He tightened his buttocks and poised himself for a moment with the big swollen knob of his prick just contained within the oval hole her wide open mouth formed.
Then he shoved her face full of cock.
"Gaaa-annngghhh ... ahhhh ... aaag I-I-I'll!"
She gagged on the bulb as he pushed it all the way into her throat. Trying to lean back away from it, she had to slap the floor with her hands to keep herself from toppling. Her eyes rolled wildly. She started to try to close her mouth, then thought better of it. She might hurt him with her teeth, and who knew what might happen to her then?
Reaching down to grip her shoulders, he arched himself back at the waist, gave her a moment to breathe and gulp a couple of times, then pushed in again. His eyes rolled up, past the kneeling girl to his sister.
Sandra stood there grinning.
"Undress," Jack said, and Sandra nodded and started undressing. Her eyes were very bright.
He held the other girl firmly by her shoulders, driving his pulsing meat in and out of her mouth and down deep into her gulping throat, making her mouth slide noisily all the way down to the base of the hard shaft. Moving his hands inward, he gripped her head. He stilled the movements of his surging hips, twisting her neck a little to caress the sensitive crown of his prick against her inner cheeks. He watched its bulby shape push her cheek out, grinned, and turned her head the opposite way to nudge into her other cheek.
Pulling it almost all the way out of her face, he slid it back in-and in, and in, until her eyes flared again and she squirmed, with more gulping gagging noises from her penis-pressed throat.
Then, with a thoroughly obscene noise-a beautifully obscene noise-he slid his prick back out of her head and stepped back a pace.
The kneeling girl slumped, hanging her head and gasping. She swallowed, again and again. He lifted his eyes to see Sandra, only a foot or so behind her friend. Sandra was naked. She grinned at him.
"Now, Dawn darling," he said, "how was that?"
She looked up. "Tha-gl ... that was ... you raped my mouth!"
He nodded, smiling pleasantly. "Wouldn't that be a hell of a thing to have happen again?"
"I ... I could ... do ... without it," she said.
"Come around in front of her, Sandra."
Dawn gasped when her naked friend walked around and stood in front of her, facing Jack.
"What the hell, Dawn darling ... you've seen my lovely sister naked before!"
"Yes ... but ... that's just it ... she's your ... your sister!"
"And the Head Muthah of your naughty little club, too! She does what I tell her, Dawn ... just as you'd better keep on doing. Sandra, open your legs." He stepped back another pace. "Now bend, from the waist and slide your face down my cock. Don't worry about Dawn. She's seen an ass close up before. She may not have licked one ... but there's always a first time, as Mary Egbers found out last Saturday night!" Dawn squeaked. "Lick!"
Sandra, half bent, twisted around to stare at her friend. "Well, it is clean, damnit!"
Jack laughed. Then he set his hands on either side of his sister's face and pulled it firmly down onto his prickhead. Her naked breasts swung forward and went into a neat little spin as they hung beneath her. Her legs quivered, but she did not bend her knees. She kept herself from falling forward and ramming his belly with her head, by clasping his thighs in both hands.
Then her sweet wide mouth slid warmly and wetly down over his cock.
He sighed and smiled, looking directly into the other girl's eyes down Sandra's back.
"Oh, that's good, darling," he murmured. "You know how!" He looked reproachfully at Dawn, who bit her lip. "Dawn. You are now looking into the open cheeks of your best friend and the boss-lady of your 'holy' club. And the one person who knows all about it but isn't involved and can get you into one hell of a lot of trouble is telling you: kiss her ass. Lick that tight little hole."
She rolled her greenish blue eyes mournfully at him, reproachfully, then lifted her hands to the flaring sides of Sandra's proffered haunches. Slowly the red-tressed head came forward. Then Jack could no longer see her eyes. Then her eyebrows vanished.
Then her forehead. Her face was pressed firmly into the fragrant cleavage between his sister's shapely round ass cheeks.
"Umh!" Sandra grunted, jerking a little forward so that she nearly swallowed the livid, broad helmet shape of his cock's tip. "Ahhh," she gasped around it. " 'e's 'oing it!"
Jack assumed that meant "She's doing it," and he smiled and nodded. "She loves it, Dawn. Lap it some more. That's good ... uh!" He broke off with a gasp when Sandra applied enough suction to his warmth-shrouded dick to excite a eunuch. With his hands holding her head in place, he jogged his excited prick in and out of it several times, swinging upward with bent knees to make the ball-stuffed bag of his scrotum slap her chin. Her chin was already damp, from the saliva drooling out of her cock-stuffed mouth.
She continued to jerk and moan, shivering, while the other girl continued her own oral attentions, licking all up and down the furrow of Sandra's butt and sliding her tongue over the sweetly puckered little hole there.
"Now make your tongue stiff, Dawn," Jack said. "Curl it a little, think hard and pretend your tongue's a, ah, Priapic shaft of Apollo, and fuck her asshole with it."
"Oh!" Dawn gasped.
"Uh!" Sandra gasped. She forgot herself, and Jack winced when he felt her teeth champ the thickened stem of his prick. But she released that unwelcome pressure quickly. She also began moaning helplessly, standing there bent far over with her mouth motionlessly encasing his ramrod. He knew that the redheaded girl was obeying his last instructions.
He slipped his hands down to fondle and pat Sandra's dangling tits, making them jump. They felt very soft, but rather larger. He assumed that was as much from arousal as from their dangling position. She'd have had to be an absolute robot or sexually sick not to have responded to the extremely sensuous stimulation of a tongue up her ass.
I'm going to let you down slowly, darling," he said, bending over her and squeezing her breasts, shoving them up against her chest. "Let go your mouthful and get on your hands and knees."
She began easing her hands down his thighs like an athlete climbing down a rope, hand over hand, while he eased her down to the floor. His spit-wet prick smacked her forehead, caromed off, and thrust through her hair. It was soft and silky-and slightly painful, to the most sensitive flesh of his body. He'd damned well remember not to try fucking anyone in the hair!
Dawn, meanwhile, let out a mousy squeak that was suddenly cut off, muffled, as Sandra's lowering of her body thrust her buttocks' cleavage farther back and enveloped the other girl's nose and mouth in the warm heat between the satin-smooth hemispheres.
Then Sandra was down on her hands and knees, and Dawn's face reared above her buttocks, staring up at Jack. He smiled at her and then did a strange walk to her, waddling forward with one foot on either side of Sandra's bowed body. Then, poised with his butt above hers, he crouched until he was sitting on her. He kept it light, using his calf muscles.
"You make a lovely seat, Sandra," he said, patting her butt. "Now keep still! Dawn dear, try it again now, and try to act like your mouth knows what to do, will you?"
Dawn blinked and a long glistening tear raced down her cheek. She leaned a little forward and began submissively licking up and down the veined ventral surface of his cock's pulsing stem. She applied herself to it with a loving enthusiasm, then rolled her eyes questioningly up at him.
He smiled at her. "You're lovely, Dawn. And that's wonderful." He puckered his lips, mimicking a kiss. She smiled, pausing to lick her lips.
"Shall I suck it?"
He reached down to cup his hands under her shoulders. "Yes, Dawn darling. And I'll hold you up while you reach back and unfasten that bra. I remember seeing your pretty juggies hanging down the other night, and I liked the way they looked. I'll bet the real color of your nipples isn't bright red though, is it?"
She flushed and squeezed her eyes shut Then she captured his prick's big swollen glans with her lips and, exerting suction from deep within, pulled it cleverly into the soft wet heat of her mouth.
Then he held her firmly up, on her knees and bent well forward with his prick in her mouth, while she reached back and up onto her back with both hands. She opened the catch of her bra and the two halves of the elasticized strap shot off and down on either side of her. Panting and working hard to do it while keeping his penis in her mouth, she worked off first one shoulder strap, then the other. Her bra collapsed limply to the floor.
On her hands and knees with her naked brother sitting backward on her naked butt, Sandra quivered and wiggled her hips slightly, to remind them of her existence. He chuckled.
"Just slip a finger into Sandra, will you Dawn?"
"Uh ... where?"
"First push your index finger into her cunt, darling. I'm sure you'll find it nice and wet. Make sure your finger's well-greased with that lovely, slimy pussy juice, then slide it out and push it into her asshole. Ow! Does that bother you? ... her emus, then. That way you can also slide the longest finger of your same hand into her cunt."
Kneeling there with him holding her up and her mouth full of his sexual meat, Dawn concentrated on carrying out his instructions. Suddenly the girl beneath him quivered and groaned-and at the same time the mouth housing his prick widened in a smile.
"'ou're 'right!" Sandra said, open-mouthedly. " 'ow do oo 'ow so much?"
"I think you asked me how I know so much," he smiled. "Hell, you devotees of Venus are just beginners! Stick around Dawn-baby, and you may learn a little about sex!"
When she bobbed her head, her liberated breasts slapped the backs of Sandra's thighs.
"Ogay!" Dawn said, around the fat red cylinder of flesh that quite filled her mouth.
"Oh-hhh ... dear-r-r ... god," Sandra gasped, and she sounded a mile away. "That ... feels so ... goo-ood!"
"It certainly does," Jack nodded, beaming. "Your friend Dawn is a pretty damned good cocksucker after all!"
"Hmmmmmmm," Dawn hummed, around the cock she sucked.
"I ... didn't ... mean that," Sandra gasped out. She was trembling so much that Jack was nervous about the stability of his perch. "Her ... fingers ... are ... nice ... ah!"
Jack chuckled. "And she wiggled them as soon as you said that, didn't she, baby? Dawn, now reach back with your other hand and pull your skirt up onto your back."
It took her a long time, and she gagged herself, but she managed it. She was wearing white panties, terribly serviceable looking.
"Can you get your panties down with one hand?"
"I ... 'an twy!"
She tried. First she licked her tongue all around the turgid shaft planted well into her mouth, and sucked it sweetly. Then she put back a hand and, after a lot of hard grunting work, worked her distressingly utilitarian panties halfway down her thighs. Jack gazed down the long line of her back, patting her flaming hair. Her rump was not so fleshy as his sister's, but just as broad, and it too formed a heart shape in this position.
Her mouth was clasping and loosening-but not much-and her long tongue was flicking over the thick hard shaft that had been in her mouth for many many long minutes.
Gently, he eased it out. The kneeling girl sighed.
"Duck your head, darling," he said.
She did, and he moved along her body, straddling it, just as he had his sister's. Then he swung around so that he stood behind the two kneeling girls. He patted the upturned ovals of Dawn's bottom.
"Now, dear, open those legs and get ready for a cunt full of the hot and hard!"
She did so willingly, then moaned at the contact of his cock's hot, fleshy pressure with her robustly parted cheeks. He was flexing his knees; the sleek piston was sliding under and in....
"Uh ... ummm!" Dawn sighed.
She trembled, feeling his penis making its throbbing way into the fresh, raw wound of her cunt and sliding wetly on into her vaginal passage.
"Uh ... oooooh, lovely," she sighed. She wiggled her butt, hanging onto his hardened length with her clasping cunt
"Back up a bit Sandra," he said, holding himself well ensconced up inside her friend. "That's good ... now kiss her pretty ass, Dawn!"
Dawn obeyed, moving her mouth and tongue over the twinned cheeks protruded so invitingly at her face. Sandra sighed in deep pleasure ... and so did Dawn. And Jack.
He began slipping his heated organ rapidly, wetly in and out of the hot deep crevice between her thighs.
Squirming, sighing, frantically wiggling, she hunched back at him in a fury of rising need.
His thighs walloped her jerking ass as he began increasing the speed and force of his lunges. Her pussy made thirsty slurping noises around the glistening length of humid flesh he ran in and out of her slippery interior. It grew more and more slippery. Her cunt juiced as his cock zipped in and out of its hot clutch.
She groaned, licking the other girl's buttocks and the furrow between and beginning to feel dragged down by the jiggling jouncing leap and sway of her tits, dangling beneath her bowed body.
The voluptuous heaving of her hips caressed his thighs with her bottom and made his balls swing and slap so that he groaned and grunted in something approaching pain.
He clenched her hips in his hands and held her steady, forming a stationary hole into which he fucked. He thrust his cock in and out of it, jerking his hips in rhythmic motions to bury himself in the feathery little nest of her curling red hair. Her snail-soft labia grazed pliantly along the shaft of his prick, peeling back as he went in and in, flattening her buttocks.
His hands dragged them feverishly apart as he skewered himself into the hole beneath their sexy curves. She moaned and wiggled, doing her best to grab and suck in even more cock, and he grinned and released her bottom cheeks to watch them snap strongly together.
Kneeling before her, Sandra was jerking her body in time with her own feverish breathing. Dawn's tongue slithered along the furrow between her ass cheeks, found the longing little hole, and slithered into it. Sandra squealed. Balancing herself on knees and one hand, she reached back to grab and rub at the thrusting bud of her clitoris.
She reached a surprisingly swift climax and jerked and groaned in the grip of electric thrills of pure ecstasy.
Then Jack let go and sent what seemed like a gallon or two of sperm boiling up into her pussy from behind. It was drooling out of the well-expanded lips even as he eased his limp cock out of her. Using her own hand, she soon joined the other two in orgasm. Then she rolled over on her side on the floor.
"Maybe I could get permission," Dawn said lazily a while later, "to come spend the night with you Friday night, Sandra." She grinned at Jack. "And Jack could teach us more games...."
"Sorry, we'll be busy Friday night," Jack said. "But you can be of help, Dawn dear," he added, reaching over to pat her hip. "You see there are still Bonnie, Eunice, Laura, and Mary for me to fuck."
She gazed at him with large bright eyes. Slowly, her mouth shaped itself into an O. "You're going to blackmail all of us!"
"Blackmail's a nasty word, but ... yeah." She stared. Then her mouth reshaped itself, the O vanishing to become a wide smile. "What a lovely wicked thought! Yes! We'll help, won't we, Sandra?"
CHAPTER SIX
"Laura Diener wasn't really raped," Dawn and Sandra told Jack. "But the way she lost her cherry-to Biff Glaser-was almost rape. Like, they'd necked and petted a lot and all that, but she just couldn't bring herself to ... you know. Give in. So he forced her, finally. He even tore her clothes some. And ... she liked it."
Jack worked it out.
"Get her over here to spend the night, Sandra," he said at last. "Hell, you're the club president. Tell her. Saturday night. With Dawn here."
"Oh good!" Dawn grinned, jiggling in delighted excitement
"You'll have a special meeting in the basement Tell Laura you got her here because she's, oh, more sensible than the others, or something. Let her hear some of the' tape. Tell her how I got it, but not about ... what we've done."
The two girls grinned at him.
"Discuss, a little, what you're going to do about it If she has any ideas, listen to her. Sandra, this will cost us a little. Take your nighties down to the basement with you, and make sure Laura wears yours."
"You want us to change down there?"
He nodded. "Yes. With you wearing Laura's nightclothes and she wearing yours. Then, at about ten o'clock, you say you have to go up and get the bedroom ready. Sandra, tell 'er you washed the sheets, or something. Just be sure she stays down in the basement."
Both girls were jiggling and trembling involuntarily in their excitement. Their eyes were on him, large and shiny in avid attention.
"What about me, Jack?" Dawn wanted to know. She spoke almost breathlessly, her bosom heaving.
I'll be in my room. Sandra will come up and tell me everything's going according to the plan. You wait a few minutes after Sandra leaves, then say you have to pee or something. Take off ... and again, be certain Laura stays in the basement"
"Wow," Dawn gasped, with shining eyes. "Then you're gonna go down there and rape her!"
Jack smiled. "Oh, and the lights. Don't turn on any lights in the basement except the overhead."
Sandra nodded, grinning. "With the switch at the head of the steps!"
"Oh wow," Dawn sighed. Her hand slid down between her thighs. "My lord, Jack, you're a genius! I mean really brilliant. Lord, just thinking about it gets me all sexy!"
"Good," Jack smiled, stretching out an arm so his hand joined hers at her crotch. "Let's go to bed."
The three of them went to bed. Jack was a little tired Thursday morning, but he didn't mind much. And now he had Saturday night to look forward to. He was already thinking about a very exciting prospect: the next member of the Venus Club. Bonnie Whiteside.
I'm going to fuck those big fat white tits of hers, he thought, and had to cover up the hard-on he got right there in the furniture store where he worked as a salesman.
Sandra, meanwhile, had put the word on Laura at lunch. Laura looked mad.
"Damn, Sandra! I've got a date Saturday night!"
Sandra sighed. "I'm sorry, Laura, really. But you know what we all agreed. We, and the Club, come first. And believe me ... Laura, this is important! We're like in danger. It's so important I can't even tell you about it now. But you've got to be there. It'll be just you and me and Dawn."
Laura was one of those extremely cute girls with a ready, toothy smile and an almost childish face. She wore her side-parted auburn hair relatively short and thoroughly back-combed so that it formed a huge fluffy helmet all around her head and made her face seem even smaller and more girlish. Her eyebrows were nearly straight, and were inclined to lift in the center when she smiled, which was often. She also had one of the cutest figures in school.
Right now she wasn't smiling. She leaned forward, with a quick glance around the lunchroom.
"Sandy! What is it! Tell me!"
Sandra shook her head. "I said I didn't dare. I meant it. No." She put a little of her carefully cultivated Lady Venus tone into her voice.
The other girl leaned back with a sigh. "Oh, shit! Well, why me, then? Why just us three?"
"Because Dawn and I are the founders and, ah, guiding lights, Laura. And ... you're the most sensible of all the others."
"Sandy! Really?"
Sandra nodded solemnly.
Laura squeezed her hand. I'll be there! And don't worry ... whatever it is, the three of us can work it out! You'll see. You just bring it up, and well talk about it, and we'll put it down!"
Something like that, Sandra thought, knowing Laura couldn't know the real reason for her grin. More like Jack brings it up, though, and you put it down for my darling brother!
Jack lay sprawled on his back on his bed, reading. Wearing only a pair of jeans and socks, he was about two-thirds of the way through Story of O, which he'd already read about four times. The radio beside his bed was broadcasting the university ball game, but he wasn't paying any attention. He had had a drink, a Seven and Seven, but had decided that one was enough.
He messed with his prick every now and then, but he made sure it went back down again.
II would be nice to be like Sir Stephen, he mused. Absolutely in command. Thoroughly relentless, seemingly without emotions. "O, I want to whip you." Until she screamed and maybe bled, whatever his mood was. Then: up her ass with his ever-hard cock. And she grooved on it.
What will I do with my teenage harem once I've got 'em all together and they've gone through their second initiation?
Then there was a tap at his door, his heart jumped, he said, "Come in,? and there was Jandra's grinning face.
"Hey, baby! You'll never believe what Laura suggested we do with you!"
He cocked his head. "Come on in, and tell me, fast."
She came on in, looking very fetching in Laura Diener's slinky, long side-slit, blue nightie. It hit her just below the knees and was sleeveless and scoop-necked. Her naked tits jumped around inside. That reminded him.
"Is Laura wearing your nightie?"
She grinned. "Yes, an old one!" she said, eyes sparkling. Then she started telling him about the high-level conference downstairs.
"All we told her was that you had made the tape and had a copy, hidden somewhere. We let her hear part of it. At first she was scared silly. Then she started coming on strong. She's afraid, that's why.
Good grief, she's a cinch for Salutatorian and maybe Valedictorian when we graduate. She can't afford any hint of...." Sandra broke off, grinning. Then she said, "Naughtiness. So she suggested we get all the girls here, together, and hold a meeting and invite you."
"What?!"
"Uh-huh," Sandra nodded. "And tie you up, and whip you, do whatever we have to, to make you tell us where the other tape is." She shook her head and giggled. "Then she suggested we all play with each other, flaunt our bodies, you know, while you had to stay tied and watch."
He wasn't grinning. "The little bitch! Ouch!"
Sandra laughed. "Uh-huh. Finally, once we had the other tape, Laura thinks we should all jack you off. All of us. Until it hurts. Until your pecker's raw and you can't come any more and you're pleading for us to stop!"
"Jesus," He said, feeling a qualm in his guts, and lower.
"Then," Sandra said, "just to make sure you stay the hell out of our business and keep your mouth shut, she came up with a really groovy idea. We'd keep you tied, on your knees. She'd stand in front of you, wearing a wig and a great big bra, stuffed, and a mask, so she wouldn't be recognizable to anybody. Then we'd make you use your mouth on her, with the whips and pins and stuff. And we'd take pictures of you on your knees, with your mouth on her quimy."
After a nervously thoughtful silence, he shook his head. "That's a hell of a long and pretty complicated plan, baby. You sure she suggested all that?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die! Listen, I told you ... she's smart!"
"Also sadomasochistic," he said thoughtfully. "And she evidently can't believe a man would suck a woman because he wanted to!" He fondled the book he'd been reading. "Hmmm."
"What're you going to do, Jack?" she asked. She had one hand on his blue jeaned leg and was rubbing it, slowly.
He stared across the room, thinking. "Just what I intended," he said, his lips tight. "But ... a little more so."
His sister giggled. "Oh good!"
He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. Then he reached out to clamp one of her breasts in his hand, through the gown. He gazed into her dark eyes.
"And don't even think about what she suggested, honey. It's dumb. It might work, all of it. But ... nothing would make me not get back at all of you!"
She sighed. "I have to admit some of it sounded like fun. But ... I sort of figured that last part"
"Uh-huh ... Sandra. Get me the stockings I tied you with, last Sunday. And your black headband, the one with the elastic in it. Oh, and a pair of worn panties, if you have some."
"You mean like ... dirty?"
He nodded. "Oh, and do you have some more old stockings?"
"Mother has a bunch in her middle drawer. I don't know why she saves all the ones with runs in them, but ... she does." She frowned. "Did."
He patted her saucily jutting bottom. "Get 'em."
She got them, everything he'd specified, and then here came Dawn, smiling and announcing that Laura was down in the basement, patiently waiting ... and very excited, thinking about what they'd do to ... Jack Huffman.
Jack nodded and went downstairs to settle Laura's hash. After a brief explanation, Sandra went along. Dawn tagged after, nearly sexless in a flowered granny gown that should have been left with granny. At the head of the basement steps, Sandra stepped past Jack.
"Laura," she called down. "It's time for Jack to be getting home. I'm going to turn off the light from up here, and then we'll all wait in the dark, very quietly, until he's upstairs in his room!"
"Right," Laura called up softly. "The bastard!"
Grinning, Sandra flipped off the light. Then she made a little squeaky noise, stomped her bare feet a little, and was silent.
"Sandra?" Laura called. "Sandra? Dawn ... Sandra?"
Jack slipped sock-footed down the steps, carrying his equipment. He nearly ran into the girl at the foot of the stair, in the darkness.
"Sandra?" she whispered.
This part he hated to do, but he had to get it over with quickly, and not get involved with a long drawn-out chase and wrestling match with the girl.
His hard-swung palm caught her full in the face and made a terrific slapping noise. Her cry was cut off in a moan of shock and pain, and then, dropping his paraphernalia, he grabbed both shoulders of the girl; they were well-marked by the white lace of Sandra's old shorty gown, now that his eyes were widening their pupils, accustoming themselves to the dark.
At the same time as he grabbed her shoulders, he jerked one knee up. It met silky, lacy nylon of the shorty gown, a frilly babydoll, and furled it up as it rose. Then it jarred to a shuddering halt, high between her thighs.
"Glu-uck!" she gasped, gagging, as his knee rammed into her crotch and red pain flashed through her vulva.
He spun her around quickly. He had already made a loop in one end of one of the old stockings, and it was a simple matter to run a slipknot down over her right wrist. She was still so startled and weak from the slap and the knee in the cunt that she didn't begin struggling until he had both her wrists secured snugly behind her.
He released them, bent to feel about on the floor, and straightened up with a handful of slinky nylon. She opened her mouth wide and started her scream just as he stepped around her.
That made it easy for him to plunge his sister's soiled pants straight into the girl's gaping mouth.
Her scream ended in a choking, muffled sound. She danced and fought and lunged backward with her butt, hurting his crotch, as he flipped another stocking over her head and, pulling it across her mouth to hold the panties inside, knotted it behind her head. Her gagged mouth was constantly active, emitting a stream of pitiful little kitty-cat sounds that wouldn't be heard outside the basement.
Clutching her upper arm, he stepped well back and stood still for a moment, biting his hp and letting the pain subside in the crotch she had banged with her bottom. Well, he mused, we each got in a good genital-blow! But that's all for her-and I'm only just beginning!
Then he slapped one mound of what he remembered as her preposterously prominent posterior. That elicited a squeak from her and a desperate forward lunge. He let her go, and she danced wildly forward, jerking her shoulders and elbows in a fruitless attempt to free her hands.
She was bound and gagged, and he had not made a sound, other than a grunt or three. She still did not know what had happened. She might guess at his identity, but she could not be sure. So far as she knew, the little sounds she had heard before his descent had been the overpowering of Sandra, and now she was in the hands of ... a burglar? A sex-fiend?
Stumbling awkwardly, she ran her toes into the exercise mat, groaned, and fell forward onto it. He rushed after her, carrying his sister's black elastic headband. Kneeling quickly beside the wildly thrashing bound girl, he used it swiftly.
What a marvelous blindfold it made!
She was whimpering when he rose. Now she was bound, and gagged, and blindfolded as well, huddling and squirming on the exercise mat. Her back-bound wrists made it impossible for her to get to her feet, in her present state of confused desperation.
He walked back across the basement and felt along the wall at the foot of the steps. It was his house, and he found the light switch immediately. His head jerked down and he blinked as the big overhead light flashed on. Then he looked over at the helpless auburn-haired girl on the mat. . She was almost faceless, with stocking and black headband snugging across her eyes and mouth. The lacy bottom of the babydoll was rucked well up in back. Obviously she had considerably more butt than Sandra had. The babydoll's matching panties barely covered her buttocks, and they were strained terribly tight. Plump, firm-fleshed white balls bulged up above the panties, and the crease between them was displayed for a couple of inches. Below, the lower curves of her impudent rump bulged out of the briefs.
Followed by Dawn, Sandra came silently down the steps. She carried several of her own and her brother's belts. Her excited eyes were fixed on the bound and huddled girl in the center of the room. Both Sandra's and Dawn's mouths formed perfect O's.
Waving a hand, Jack nodded and went back to his prisoner. He drew a chair over near the mat and dragged the still struggling, stamping, twisting girl to her feet. Then he sat quickly and flopped her over his knees.
"Gmmmmnmmmmw!" she groaned, trying to yell. Her head jerked back and forth in a vehement no signal. "Mmm-nnjnnmmMMM!!"
He used a deliberately low, throaty voice. "Yeah," he growled, and his hand flashed up and down to land across her upturned rump. And another, on the wildly bouncing, convulsively tightening cheeks molded so tightly and beautifully by the too-tight panties. Smack! Smm-ACK!
Unable to cry out, she jerked violently and whimpered. Her mouth worked and her teeth champed, biting hard into her urine-smelling gag as her face reflected pained torment with distorted grimaces. She sobbed in pain and fear and the utter frustration of helpless blindness and voicelessness. Her breasts heaved within the flimsy, abbreviated gown, so that they rolled on her chest and flapped against his legs.
His hand rose and fell, without rhythm and without any clear indication of which hind cheek it would strike next. His palms came down with loud splats that rapped back from the basement walls. His other hand, pressing hard at the base of her back just above the dimples of her bulging, squirming butt, held her firmly in place across his knees. A helpless child accepting her punishment from a stern and silent spanker.
Blackness shrouded her eyes, but was shot through at each smack with vivid hot flashes like meteors ripping through the dark.
The thumb of the hand holding her in place was hooked into the stocking linking her wrists, keeping her hands from interfering with the hard-spanking activity of his.
Her panty-molded buttocks shuddered and tightened at each blow. Even through the pale white nylon-pale because it was stretched so tightly over her butt's uncurbed swell-the cheeks could be seen to be darkening, taking on a lovely pink hue as the steady smacking of his hand across her ass brought the blood into them and suffused them with its inner pulsing.
One leg swung off his thighs, slipping down to hang there in a shamefully immodest pose that parted her buttocks and gave the two watching girls a clear view of the panties cutting into the lips of Laura's vulva. Silky, curling hairs escaped the tight cloth on either side and several also pushed through it in helpless provocation.
He gave her thirty bare-handed slaps on the pants, spacing the slaps out over five or so minutes.
Then he stopped, let her wait tensely for another blow for nearly a minute, and began fondling her burning, squirming butt. His hand slid intimately over it and threatened to go on down, between the juncture of the backs of her thighs. She wriggled violently and the stream of muffled protests and moans of anguish and outrage was constant through her gag.
Then he stood her up, rising to his feet with her. She was panting violently. Her nostrils flared widely with each quick, shallow breath. He beckoned to his sister, then guided the blind, speechless, handless girl over to one of the basement supports.
There were four of them, tubular steel columns about as big as his thigh, spaced opposite each other on either side of the basement He backed the girl up to one of them.
She still struggled, but weakly, hopelessly. Tears were beginning to seep down from beneath her blindfold. She quivered with frightened sobs. Accepting a belt from his sister, he passed it around the other girl's neck and buckled it behind the supporting steel column. Not tight enough to interfere with her breathing, but snugly enough to persuade her to stand there.
Then, through the baby-doll pajama, he played with her breasts.
She jerked and mmmm'ed and stamped, all in vain. Her movements only served to make her tits bounce and writhe through his avid hands.
Abandoning her, he wound another stocking around his sister's hands, which she held in front of her. Then he belted her similarly to a support, across from Laura. A couple of minutes later Dawn was similarly "secured" to a third post. He poked a stocking into each of their mouths, allowing a little to hang out, trailing down over their chins.
Then he returned to Laura and, from behind, relieved her of her blindfold. She jerked, pulled away, and shook her head. Then, blinking, she looked around. What she saw, of course, was Dawn and Sandra. Bound and gagged. Staring back at her.
The girl jerked her head sidewise as Jack stepped past her. Without even glancing at her, he walked over to his sister. He stood before her with his back to Laura.
"Sandra," he said, loudly enough for Laura to hear, "the house is empty and the basement door's closed. You know Dad soundproofed the place. You're all three tied and helpless. Screaming won't bring any help, but it will make me mad enough to use the buckle of this belt on you." He hefted the belt. "Now I'll take your gag out if you'll promise not to scream."
He stepped aside so that Laura could see how wide-eyed and fearful-looking his sister was as she nodded. Then he took the stocking out of her mouth. Her tongue came out and ran over her lips.
"I ... I know you'll do it, Jack. I won't yell! Please don't hurt me."
He nodded, went to Dawn, and repeated the words and the operation. Immediately she jerked her head to Sandra.
"Oh, Sandra! Will ... he's your brother. Will he really do it?"
Sandra nodded solemnly. "He will. And we wont dare tell anybody either, because he's got that tape. Oh damn, damn!"
"None of this would have happened," he said, "if the mike I set up down here hadn't recorded your plans for me!" He turned to stare at "Laura. "Your plan, mostly."
She shrank back with huge eyes, and continued shrinking against the post as he walked to her. She flinched, her eyes fixed on his as he stepped close, like a rabbit staring at a cobra.
He took out her gag. She gasped, coughed a couple of times, and licked her lips. Then she jerked her head to him.
"You'd better let us go, Jack Huffman!"
"You'd better shut your mouth, Laura Diener!"
She shrank back and stared pitifully at him. More tears seeped from her eyes. "What ... what are you going to do?"
"Let's see," he said, rolling his eyes as if in an effort to remember. "You were going to tie me, beat me, then keep jacking me off until I told you where the tape-recording of last Saturday's 'ceremony' is, then ... oh yes. Force me to eat you, wasn't that it?"
"Oh God," the girl gasped, and she seemed to shrink in size.
"Well, well just have to see how many of those same things happen to you," he said.
"Oh my lord, Jack," Dawn cried, "just ... can't you just screw us and let us go-o-o?"
He smiled, thwacking the belt steadily into his palm. Now Laura's fearful eyes watched it.
"Well," he said, "it's a thought! How's that grab you, Laura?"
"I ... I ... on God! You wouldn't ... I mean ... oh God."
"Suppose I freed you-partially-and told you to lick Dawn's and Sandra's cunts. Would you do that, to avoid a whipping and a rape?"
"No!"
"Not even if I started using this belt on you right now?"
"No! Oh please don't.. I just couldn't do that!"
"What could you do then, darling Laura?" She gulped, looked down, and said nothing. "Jack," Sandra said, "oh, Jack .,. how can you be so mean?"
"Mean!" he exploded. "Mean ... me? Hell, I just came home last Saturday night and found an orgy going on in my basement! All I did was record it, then tell you I had the recording and a hidden copy, well hidden. You three were the ones who wanted, to get mean about it!"
"My gosh," Dawn said, on cue. "He's right!"
"We wouldn't really have done it, Ja-a-ack!" Laura wailed.
He flipped the belt over his shoulder and stepped close to her. His eyes seemed to stab into hers. His hands rose slowly and ran up her scantily clad body. "Yes, you would, Laura," he said, and tore her flimsy clothing open. Her pretty, tip-tilted tits jumped out jiggling. He palmed them both at once and she gasped.
She gasped a great deal more, and began squirming in unwilling erotic response, when he began thumbing her nipples, thumbing and rubbing them until they straightened out into ripe, pouting erections.
"Lovely," he said, and bent his head to kiss first one, then the other. Then he licked them both. Then he applied suction. He noted the tremors coursing through her body. Her hands could do nothing, bound behind her, and she was fastened to the post so long as he kept that belt around her neck.
He licked and sucked her pretty pale pink tits, like a lover rather than coarsely, until she was shivering and gasping, squirming in intense sensual arousal.
He stopped and straightened up to smile into her face. He held one of her throbbing, hard-crested love gourds in each hand as he stood before her. Her eyes were misty with the passion his ministrations had put there. Her lips were parted; she breathed noisily, through her mouth.
"Nice, huh?" He grinned. "Now be very still. 'very still, Laura."
He started pulling her panties down. She squirmed. "No, wait...."
He slapped the side of one of her big butts. "I said be still!"
"For God's sake, Sandra ... your brother's making me naked!"
Sandra sighed. "Well, he's already seen us all that way, last Saturday night, remember. Wait'll you see his two-foot cock!"
"WHAT!"
Smiling, he forced her to lift first one foot, then the other, to get her panties off. Next he stepped close again, but this time his hand gripped her bulging, dark-furred vulvar pouch.
"Open your legs, "Laura."
"Hunnnnnh!...."
He squeezed. "Open your legs," he repeated, and added, "darling."
She opened her legs. Then her eyes flared, blinked, and she licked her lips. Widening the aperture between her feet made her shorter-and the belt tightened up, pushing up under her chin.
She forgot about it. Her eyes stared dazedly at his as he found the firm tidbit of her clitoris and rubbed it
"Uh ... unnnnnnh, ah ... uh ... oh, ohhh . .
His gently rubbing fingers filled her with sensations that flared up through her and throbbed inside her suddenly itchy cunt. Her mouth sagged open. Her eyes glazed. She gasped again and again.
He rubbed her clitoris until she came, helplessly, groaning and shuddering and writhing her hips with a frenzied energy. Then he slipped a finger up into her juicy pussy, found it a lot juicier than he had expected even in her coming, and he smiled. He thrust in two fingers, pushing so as to wedge them farther into the introitus and then on through into the oily gulf of her inner pussy.
She sagged weakly against the post. Only the band about her neck, reminding her of its presence with pressure against the undersurface of her quivering chin, kept her from sliding weakly to the floor.
Her eyes seemed to drift away. There was a bright sheen of perspiration on her upper lip and between her breasts, and more matted the open pajama top to her ribs.
He went around behind her and unbuckled the belt, then caught her quickly with his hands under her shaking tits as she started to collapse. He moved her over to the mat, told her to drop to her knees. She did, and he didn't have to tell her to lie down. She collapsed onto her side. Her hands were still bound behind her. Her legs drew up automatically, so that she was curling sweetly, displaying her big handsome butt without being aware of it.
He could not resist the soft protruding curves of those delicious, creamy rear hemispheres.
He crouched beside and behind her. His hands moved, both of them, in a flurry of medium-hard slaps onto both her ass cheeks.
She responded only with tremulous little jerks and sighing moans.
"Uh ... ohhh," she sighed. I'm sorry ... that was awful, what I talked about doing to you." Her voice was small, tiny. "I ... I didn't know you ... that you would ... oh God!" She wriggled a little, pushing her buttocks out at him. "Go ahead. Punish me."
Jack stopped slapping and stared. He glanced surprisedly around at Dawn and Sandra.
"The first time," Sandra said quietly, "she was almost raped, poor baby. He didn't know anything about a clit, I guess. Anyhow, she said she liked it ... but I think maybe she hasn't come before."
"Oohhh ... not ... not like that," Laura admitted. She didn't look up or around, but lay huddled on her side with her cheek on the exercise mat. "Never like ... that!"
He patted her ass. "Well, you'll have another, and soon. But first I'm going to accept your invitation. I will punish you. I don't mean just a few little tappytaps on your tail, like you've had...."
"Tappy-taps!" she squealed. "Little!"
He patted her furry little pussy bulge, peeking back between the bases of her outpoked ass cheeks.
"But I'll give you five nice ones, right on that big-and very well-padded-butt of yours, Laura. Your job is to be quiet!"
"I ... oh, please ... oh, oh ... uh, J-Jack ... don't hurt ... all, all ri-i-ight ... I ... I'll ... try...."
"Turn over on your tummy and lie flat and still," he told her. "And keep your hands out of the way."
"You ... you could ... you can untie me...."
He didn't answer. She rolled over with a little grunt as the backdrawn strain of her arms crushed her naked tits into the mat. But it was over an inch thick, and resilient. She lay still. Rising without taking his eyes off, he admired the globular, upthrusting beauty of the young girl's startlingly big butt.
Then he went and got the narrowest of the belts and returned with it. Dawn gasped. Sandra watched closely, licking her lips. fffwiiick-smack!
"Ga-ga-a-aaaa! Oh, oh..
"Hush, Laura. Four more, that's all. You should see the pretty red stripe across your ass. It's beautiful, a lovely contrast against the pink!"
"Hurts ... oh ... please, Ja ... four more?"
"Three, now," he said, bringing the leather strap down again so that it bit into the tender flesh of her cringing butt, like liquid flame. She grunted loudly, jerking. He changed his position and took aim before swinging. The narrow belt swished down and connected with a loud slap, striping the flesh of her tight-clenched cheeks with its reddening caress. Her body jerked in spasmodic response to its unloving kiss.
"Five," he said relentlessly. "Remember what the final part of your plan was? Well be still for these next two. I'm going to make them good and hard, Laura dear, so you feel them all the way through your ass and into your pussy. Then, just as soon as you think you can stand the mat against your striped butt, turn over-and I'm going to lick your cunt."
The impact of those last words struck her-with more force than the leather belt. She jerked violently, erupted into gooseflesh, and quivered as if freezing.
"With your tongue?" she at last cried plaintively, unbelieving.
"Of course. You take one kind of licking on your backside and ... another kind on your front, Laura."
"Oh, my God!" Again she shivered and jerked. He knelt beside her upturned butt, watching it clench and quiver.
Then, suddenly she cried out, "Hit me! Hit me! Give me the other two! I can take it!"
Sandra and Dawn bit their lips to keep from laughing aloud. Both of them stared, caught up in the erotica of the scene, the words, and the promise.
Jack swung up his implacable whip and surged it down with all his force. It snapped down onto the very summits of both her ass cheeks, curved, and its tip snapped her just where her right cheek joined her hip. He held the buckle. A burning wave of pain surged through her and she clamped her buttocks so tightly that there was only the tight, shadowy beginning of a cleavage between the glorious opulence of her cheeks. That time she screamed, jerking violently as the belt came down almost precisely on a stripe it had laid across her rump in a previous stroke. "One to go, sweetheart."
"Oh ... oh, feels like hot coals ... is it all red?"
"That last one might leave a dark stripe tomorrow. Something to remember me by."
"Oh ... ah, uh ... oh...." She wiggled her striped ass. "All right. One to go. Get it over with!"
He let her wait for it. Counting silently in his head, he was up to thirty, building her suspense and apprehension-and anticipation-when he saw her red-striped backside start to relax. The crevice between the swollen halves widened as they crept apart. She sighed out a long breath ... and he struck.
The whip whistled and snapped and she jerked up and in the succulent swells of her burning bottom when pain jolted through her and another scream was torn from her. The dimpled mounds trembled, contracting provocatively and again closing up their central crease. Two of the whipmarks were definite stripes; the others blended into a general ruddiness that fairly glowed in its heat.
He stood up and went swiftly and silently over to unbuckle the belt around his sister's neck, then untied her hands. She gave him an excited peck on the cheek and grabbed his hand to press it against her vulva. She was wet. Grinning, he slipped a finger up the squishy groove, then nodded toward Dawn. While Sandra went to free her from the post, Jack returned to where the nearly naked girl with auburn hair lay huddled on her stomach, hands bound behind her, her buttocks drawn very tight while her own fingers explored their burning slopes.
Jack knelt on the mat and freed her hands. It was difficult; her hard tugging when he'd first tied and then spanked her had pulled the nylon stockings into tight, hard knots. But at last he had her hands free. They slid apart, down the curves of her hips to lie on the mat beside her.
"You're loose. Your naked butt is very pretty, and very red, and warm, too, I'll bet. You're free to go, or ... whatever else you want to do."
She flopped convulsively over on her back. Her eyes screwed up and she grunted, wincing, when her beaten butt slapped down onto the canvas exercise mat, but that was all. Her eyes stared mistily at him. Slowly her legs parted.
He saw her gaze lift and go past him, and he knew the others were coming over to watch. Laura closed her eyes and lay still.
He moved in between her parted, naked legs and bent his head over the brown-furred mound that seemed to yearn up at him. The combination of the unavoidable erotic stimulation of the beating, plus his promise, had had their effect: her strong-lipped young cunt was not closed, as he might have expected, but open, a moisture-glistening pink fissure inside which he could see an even deeper pink, almost scarlet.
He bent his head to blow on her mounded vulva. She groaned. The brown hair riffled and her thighs tensed and jerked. They started in toward him, then reversed themselves to remain wide again, with her knees up and her soles planted flat. He blew on her cunt again and again, and he could see very clearly how it opened still more.
Putting his face very close to the beautifully cleft mons, he let her feel the greater heat of his breath from no more than an inch from the pink lips. Then he was still, holding his breath.
"Please ... oh, please ... umm ... for God's sake ... don't tease me!" she cried plaintively, shivering and shuddering as she begged to be eaten. He blew into her cunt again. The lips trembled and he was startled to see them close, then reopen, as though they had tried to snatch at him. Soft, gently curling pussy hair tickled his chin. He blew again.
She was right. He was teasing her, and suddenly she could no longer stand it. Jerking up, she grasped his head tightly and pulled his mouth hard against her open pussy. She whimpered while she pressed his lips over the matted hair and the hot puckered lips beneath.
She felt him chuckle, right into her, felt his hot emerging breath over the puffy, parted labia.
Then, arching his back, he began pumping his tongue deep up her luscious steaming hollow until she shrieked and collapsed backward.
"Oh, lord," Dawn gasped from behind him.
His hands slid beneath the supine girl, spreading apart the whipped, flinching, firm globe of her ass, still licking the cleavage of her vulva with the wet tip of his tongue. She was full of salty, thick fluid inside. Her mouth spewed out frenzied moans and groans.
"Yow ... ah, ah, ahhhhh!" she suddenly squealed: his finger had begun digging up the tight hole of her ass while he rammed his tongue into her cunt and around and around inside her. He scooped out more slightly salty liquid; more rushed in to take its place-and to be transferred into his mouth.
Her clitoris nudged his nose, and he moved his head slightly upward, pulling his tongue out of her slushy cleft.
Again she squealed and jerked violently with a sudden tension of every muscle of her lower body: applying his lips to it, he sucked voraciously at the pulsing little nub of her clit until it became a taut crest of desire, strangely, excitingly long and thick and twitching in his mouth. Stabbing it with repeated jabs of his tongue, he sucked hard.
"Gah-yeeeeEEE!"
Suddenly her clitoris was no longer in his mouth. It vanished, diving back into its sheath as her senses erupted in shuddering orgasm.
She went wild, shuddering and wriggling, sagging, lurching and groaning, twisting this way and that and humping her fiery, running cunt up and down, her mouth helplessly open as her climax took her with shattering effect.
He hurled himself up her panting, sweating body and felt his cock slam against her hunching mount and realized he still wore his jeans. Already her hands were grabbing at him, trying to pull him into her. He had to drag himself loose, then kneel half erect while he ran down his zipper and pulled out his throbbing hard-on. He fell forward onto her.
She gasped in painful shock when the zipper bit into her bulging, come-swollen pussy lips, then gasped in sheer delight when the massy bulge of his cock came running straight in. It was all the way up her in a moment. Her thighs clamped him tightly, knees up and feet pushing hard at the mat. Her arms enfolded him.
He lost himself in an orgy of lust, gripping her tightly and fucking her hard. His ass bounced up and down, holding the excited gaze of the two girls standing behind him. His hot, ramming shaft probed the inward depths of her oily pussy, wedging into her hard and deep and seeking a fresh tunnel to explore way back inside her.
The constant ramming of his big prick, wildly excited by his prolonged activity with her, was sheer delight to the writhing girl. Its whipping about in her greedily sucking vagina made her tremble with lust and hunch frenetically, heaving up her hips in tumultuous excitement. Her hands swirled all over his back. They were wet with sweat.
Delightedly, orgiastically, they fucked each other hard.
Her cunt swallowed his cock, all the way down to the swollen balls, happily stowing away every inch of it in her hot recess, like a mouth that repeatedly devoured his prickly prick flesh.
He pounded her with an intense erotic fury, plunging mindlessly up and down, plunging fiercely in and out. She gripped him, grunting in her strain to work with him, circling her pink and creamy butt delightedly beneath her. Her knees were bent. Her soles had planted themselves firmly, raising her thighs higher and higher on either side of him.
Sweat poured from him and his eyes bulged.
He was lost, lost in the feeling of her predatory pussy that devoured every inch of the hard meat he fed into it. And sucked for more.
Desire flamed in her and she hunched until their stomachs panted together and slipped in mutual sweat. She lunged and squirmed, bucking her sweat slick thighs in against his hairy ones, meeting each hard drive of his inflamed penis into her.
Her cunt seemed to boil around his cock.
Suddenly he pulled it out, all the way out, with a s-sh-shhawwk sound. He looked down at his fiery-looking cock, glistening with the inner flow of her passion-bedewed pussy.
She thrust forward her stomach in a burst of uncontrollable passion.
"Get that big thing back in me!"
He grinned and shoved it back into her bucking, writhing body.
The deep, dilated hole of her moist lower mouth swallowed it up again and widened, the lips seeming to try to grab his balls as well. He felt the hot tingle building in those swollen nuts as she gave his carnal length a scalding squeeze with the hot wet walls of her vagina.
Hoisting herself above her, freeing her to greater movement, he corkscrewed his hips to feed her more of that hot shaft. It plunged in and out with obscene wet sounds.
Then his prick started assuaging the thirst of her grasping pussy with spurt after spurt of creaming semen that blasted way up inside her. She howled as it poured into the deep inner well of her vagina.
Both of them were covered with sweat when he rocked himself back onto his heels and let his penis flop out of her with another very wet splop. He knelt there between her fallen, quivering legs, gazing down at her.
Her eyes went past him. "Oh, Sandra ... he's wonderful!" She dropped her gaze to his face. "You're ... that was beautiful!"
"Huh," Dawn grunted, stepping up beside him to stare down at the girl, between whose wide-flung thighs his semen was dribbling onto the old mat "What about us?"
He stroked her leg. "Be patient," he told her, and gave her calf a hard squeeze. "I think that in a few minutes Laura will be able to suck me up to enough hardness to get up you."
Laura was able, too.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"It's benign," John Huffman said. "It is a cancer, but it's benign. Your mother and I talked about it, but she wanted to wait to tell you. I went along. They operated on her yesterday, and they think they got it all."
They all three sat in the Huffman living room, Jack and Sandra and their father. It was Friday, the Friday after the Saturday of Laura's second "initiation." Mister Huffman had come home unexpectedly, "and both of them were very glad they were normally clothed in jeans and shirts.
"Mother's ... okay?"
He nodded. "Yes, Sandra. And you know how she is. She doesn't even want you to come over there, to the hospital."
"I want to go. Tomorrow."
Jack said, "Me too."
They went, next day. She was weak, pale, and spoke very quietly. But yes, she said, she was fine, and the doctor said she should be home in a couple of weeks. When it was time to go, she asked the
"children" to go ahead while their father remained behind for a moment, and he came out looking ready to cry. Then the doctor pulled him aside and spoke very quietly, and he did cry.
Jack drove home. Dad wouldn't talk. He fixed himself a drink and at last, reluctantly, they left him sitting there in the living room staring at nothing. Jack and Sandra went to their rooms-separately.
An hour or so later, he knocked at Jack's door, then came in.
"Son, I lied to you both, and we've lied to your mother, too. She won't be coming home. They opened her up and found-cancer. Too much to operate. They merely sewed her back up. She was pretending today. She's ... you know, doped up. I think maybe she knows, too."
Jack was a little taller than his father, and had a little more hair. John Huffman's was thinning and creeping back on each side of the little point remaining well above his forehead. He had some stomach, naturally enough for a man his age-forty-three-but he was not fat. He looked smaller, right now, when he turned away from his son to stare at the wall.
"You know what that woman told me?" He shook his head. "I just can't get over it! She wanted me to stay so she could tell me ... tell me to ... do something about my ... good God," he said, his voice trembling. "My sex life!"
Jack sat there on his bed, staring at his father's back.
"You two ... you haven't been ... I mean you hadn't been getting along too well before she ... got sick," he said.
"No." His father shook his head. "No, we'd even discussed ... oh, separation, maybe divorce. We weren't sure." He swung around. "Damn it! You're no kid! Look, about all we had was in bed. We're both ... we both were ... like that. She knows it, and she knows what kind of hell I'm going through, over a month without ... without...."
"I know," Jack said. "Like you said, Dad. I'm no kid."
John Huffman gazed at his son speculatively. "You screwing regular, son?"
"Regular enough," Jack said, meeting his gaze.
"Umm." John turned away with a pained look. "Yeah. We'll have to ... watch Sandra. Your mother and I were ... are ... Christ! I can't even be sure which tense to use!"
"Present," Jack said. "Dad, what you're saying, and I guess I knew it if I'd ever thought about it, is that you and Mom are sexy people. And she's going to be ... out of action for ... how long, Dad?"
John remained facing away. "About ... a year," he said quietly. "Maybe less. All ... all downhill. Then ... then...."
Jack sighed. And then death. Lord, what a prospect-for all of them! "Meanwhile," he said, trying to shove it out of his mind, "you're already going-out-of-your-skull horny, and she knows you well enough to tell you to go and get yourself laid "
"That's ... pretty coarse, young man."
"Oh hell. Dad!"
The other man turned slowly. He sighed. "Yeah."
"And you feel oh, guilty about it, huh? Because you know damned well you can't stand it for a year, probably not even another week." Poor Mother, he thought. Poor Dad.
"With ... with her lying there...."
"Yes," Jack interrupted. "Doped up, you said. Sedatives, more and more of them. Poor Mom ... think how guilty she feels!"
"What?"
Jack spread his hands. "She doesn't feel pain or ... anything else, maybe? But she knows you do. So ... you both feel guilty, she because she knows you're, ah, horny. You're the one with the need."
John stared at him. "Would you mind reminding me how old you are?"
"I'm twenty."
"And mighty bright. Maybe it's time we got to know each other."
Jack grinned. "Maybe it is. In a lot of ways I expect you know me better than I do. Could the opposite be true?"
"Maybe," John Huffman sighed. "But right now you sound like you're trying to pack me off to a Madam!"
Jack chuckled and gave his head a negative jerk. "Hardly necessary! I'd hate to think that my father had to go paying for it! That's sort of going out of style. But I do think-I do agree with both you and Mom, that you ought to get yourself fucked, friend."
His father stared at him.
Jack smiled. "It's what you want and need ... and it's what Mom wants, too. And ... the woods're full of wildlife these days. Lots of beaver. Some of 'em even hunt the hunters."
"Whew." John shook his head. "I never pictured myself having a discussion like this with my son! Thanks, I think. Good night, son."
"Good night, Dad," Jack said, and after the older man had left, his son lay back and stared at the wall, thinking about hang-ups-and beaver.
In the morning the three of them went to church together, and Jack prayed. He was far from sure about their being anybody or anything to hear prayer, much less pay attention, but ... he did it, this time. He prayed. For the living. For his father.
After lunch John Huffman went back to Wallingford, him and his inner tension and both mental and physical misery. Jack sincerely hoped he got raped. The people who created all these "rules," he thought, and who got love confused with sexual need, sure were mean bastards!-and sexless.
He was glad he wasn't. This was the afternoon Bonnie Whiteside was due to come over, with her fuzzy little blonde cunt and her silky big white jugs. She already knew why she was coming.
That had been a weird phone call!
"Hi, Bonnie, this's Sandra. You on a party line?"
"What? A party ... no, why?"
"My brother wants to talk to you."
"What..
"Hi, Bonnie. Jack Huffman. How are you?"
"Oh hi, Jack. Fine. Fine. How are you?"
"Well, I'm a little shook up. See, I came home a couple of Saturday nights ago and found all these people doing wild things in the basement, you know what I mean?"
"Wha ... what?"
"You know. Like, Venus, and initiation, and Mary, and that big ole Gerrold tool."
"Gulp."
"I called to tell you I want a date, Bonnie."
"Ad-date? Me? You?"
"Yeah, right Over here at our house. Sunday afternoon. I've got some new phallic Priapic Apollo rites I want to show you."
"Gulp."
"Bonnie?"
Tiny voiced: "what?"
"Be here. About two-thirty. You have to study with Sandra, or talk to her about something. Right?"
Long silence. Then, "Right. All ... all right." Jack made a kissing sound. "Beautiful! 'Bye, Bonnie!"
About ten minutes later the phone rang. Jack answered. Whoever it was, hung up. Bonnie, he thought, and told Sandra to get it next time.
It rang again an hour later. Jack stood just behind Sandra, fondling her bottom, while she answered. "Oh, hi B ... what? No, he went out He ... what? Oh." Sandra thumped him with her butt, lowering her voice. "Yes, Bonnie, it's true. He has. a tape recording he made, too. He did? Oh boy. Well, you'd better show up. Listen, Jack's my brother, and he's okay. But he's got us. He said what?" Sandra chuckled. "Well, you know what that means. Hmm? Oh, come off it, Bonnie. That's why you're in the club. You love to ball, and you know it, and so do I. So dates don't work that way, so it's against the rules. Well, you'd better show up, honey, unless you're not afraid for your parents or the principal or somebody to hear that tape."
A moment's silence while Sandra listened, then she laughed.
"Yeah, he sure has! You'll see!"
She hung up, chuckling, and turned to grasp his wrists. "She'll be here. What're you going to do?"
He shrugged. "I'll think about it. Stay out of this one."
"Aw w-www ... Jack...."
Jack slapped her hips. She winced, looking reproachfully at him.
"Don't argue with me, Sandra! And tonight you get balled from behind, with your body hanging over the exercise bar in the basement."
She chewed her hp. "Oh ... Jack...."
"That's after the five lashes, of course. And don't bother pretending that seeing Laura get that tail-whopping didn't turn you on! Here's your chance to see how you like it!"
She sighed. "Okay, Master. But ... if you're going to whip Bonnie too, it ought to be on those big jugs of hers. She's got a lot more tit than butt!"
So, a few hours later, Jack bound his sister over the exercise bar with her butt sticking nearly straight up and her tits hanging. And he whipped each, five times, with a wooden ruler. An hour or two after that, up in bed, she told him she'd rather liked the ass-whipping and could have handled more of it very nicely, but the cracks on the breasts were far more pain than sex.
"And you'd-have wished that on poor Bonnie, hmm?"
She cuddled close. "Not now. Don't beat her poor juggies, Jack."
I'm still thinking about it," Jack told her.
Then it was the end of the week, and John Huffman came home and they saw their mother, and John and Jack had their talk, and John went back to Wallingford and the hospital. And it was Sunday afternoon, and Jack was waiting. The doorbell rang. He looked at his watch. It was twenty-nine minutes past two. Smiling, he went to let Bonnie in.
She stood there staring at him. Her eyes were very large and very blue. Her hair was blonde, curly, and cropped too closely for her size. Her size was large.
"Well, hello, Bonnie darling, come on in and take off all that hot clothing!"
She stared at him. Her lip trembled. She walked past him and stood in the little hallway just outside the living room, looking forlorn. He came up behind her and took her by the shoulders. She was trembling.
"Do ... do you really have a tape recording of ... of that night?"
"Yes," he said to the back of her head. "You want to hear it?"
She shuddered. "No. And you really saw us."
"Uh-huh. Red nipples and everything. I love the way you don't have much fur on your pretty little slit, Bonnie. It's very pretty."
Her trembling increased, and suddenly he realized that she was shaking, and then she began to cry. She seemed much smaller, all warm and female, and he held onto her quaking shoulders, frowning.
Guiding her into the living room, he sat her down in the big easy chair straight across from the TV. He pulled another one close and leaned to her. She was hunched forward, quaking and jerking with her bitter sobs. He rubbed her large round shoulder. He was sure she leaned it into his hand.
"Come on, come on, quit that now. What's the matter, Bonnie? Good Christ, you're not afraid of me, are you?"
She shook her head. And cried awhile longer. Then she broke it off, gulping and jerking, and got her eyes dried and her nose blown with a handful of tissues out of her coat pocket. She looked at him, blinking hard and chewing her lip. "I'm so ashamed!"
"Of being in the Venus Club? It seems a marvelous idea, really, although I agree that some people wouldn't agree!"
She started crying again, hunching over. Jack wound up on the arm of the chair with his arm around her, then halfway down into the chair with her while they held each other, and then they began kissing and pressing warmly against each other.
He had never had such an armful before. It was nice, unexpectedly nice. She was extremely soft, everywhere, and her flesh gave under his fingers. The big-busted blonde was far from fat, but she might well be, eventually, if she didn't fight hard after she was married and maybe had a kid or two. Right now-she was voluptuous. He hadn't really realized that a girl so big could be" so excitingly sexy.
He stopped tasting salt as her tears vanished. They began panting and moving their hands all over each other. She was pressing herself hard against him, if there could be anything hard about the actions of so soft a body. Saving them for later, he hardly touched her big thrusting knockers.
'very hot and panting hard, she pulled away from him and stared at him with wondering eyes.
"God, I ... I want you!"
He squeezed her waist "Great! That's sure and hell mutual!"
She shook her head in wonder. "But...." She glanced down at her wrist "We've been sitting here an hour!"
He smiled. "I hadn't noticed, but okay, if you say so. Time passes fast when you're having fun."
She had to laugh, but she sobered quickly. "But ... no one else ... I mean ... I've never done this before!"
"You ... what? Come on, Bonnie. I know, remember? Venus Club, right? You ain't no sweet li'l virgin!"
"I know, I know, but I mean I've never just sat and made out before, like everybody else! I ... I...." She looked down. "Nobody wants to just hug with me. I'm too big. Nobody in our class is as big as I am ... except Agnes, who's just gross. Not even any of the boys! They just ... they've always ... just passed me up! I know they stare at my b-breasts, and they've always wanted to get their hands on them. But this, I mean like just ... kissing and all ... not even my parents. ." She burst out crying again, noisily. "Nobody loves meeeee!"
Much surprised, Jack decided to push it. "No one ... what? Oh, come on, Bonnie! What the hell ... what about your parents?"
"My sister's ten years younger," she whimpered. "She wasn't an accident, though, and ... and she gets all the attention. Mother...." she choked on a gurgling sob. "Mother teases me about my size!"
"Why the bitch!"
She trembled. "The same thing with the kids at school. 'Big Bonnie,' they call me! Do ... do you know how many dates I've had? I'm almost seventeen years old, and I'm a woman! And I've had a whole great big two da-a-ates!" And she was weeping again.
"I hate to get into a discussion of your size," he said, folding her in his arms, "but I hope you don't mind if I say I dig hell out of your size, Bonnie!"
"You ... you do?" She gulped. "You're just saying that."
"You," he said firmly, but continuing to hold and stroke her like a frightened animal, "are just a little too anxious to feel sorry for yourself. You get a compliment, groove on it! Grab it! Don't question."
She sighed and burrowed close, holding him tightly. "Jack? How ... how come you haven't played with my ... titties?"
Stroking her broad back, he chuckled. "I just haven't got around to that yet."
"That's all any other boys ever seem to notice about me. They look at my bust and ... and lick their chops, like hungry dogs."
"In the first place, I'm not a boy. In the second ... swell! Think of all the skinny chestless girls who envy you."
"Nobody envies me!" Her voice was barely audible; her mouth was buried against his shirt.
"Oh shit. I'm tired of that crap, Bonnie. You get too damned much enjoyment out of wallowing around in self-pity. Feeling sorry for yourself has got to be your thing so much you can't think of anything else. Now shut it off!" He grinned. "Stifle yourself, woman!"
"Yes sir."
"Open my shirt."
"Yes sir." With warm, trembling fingers, she opened his shirt, to the waist. She slid her hand inside, on his muscular belly. He felt her breath on his chest.
"Suck my titties," he said in the same stern tone.
"What? Suck ... you don't have any titties!" she cried in an almost-laughing voice.
He swung his hand up and down, whopping one of her big buttocks through her skirt. She yipped and jerked against him. Raising his hand to the back of her head, he gripped it, turned it, and aimed it at one of his pebbly little nipples.
"Don't be superior, just because God was in a good mood the day you were born and you got put down in the book for double portion of bosom! Suck my nipples. Let me feel some tongue, flicking fast."
"You ... you like that?" she murmured, close to one little red extrusion of his chest.
He slapped her ass again. Immediately she began licking and kissing and sucking his nipple. Her head moved over to the other one, her soft blonde hair tickling over his chest. Her hands tried to find purchase in his leanness as she gripped him tightly and burrowed ever closer. She tongued and sucked at his chest as though he had something there to suck. It had never ceased to amaze him that females were so damned dumb. They grooved on having their nipples sucked and fingered-what the hell made them think a man was any different? So he had less there to mess with. They were still sensitive!
'very sensitive. What she was doing was very nice. She was obviously enjoying herself, too, and noting his enjoyment. He was kissing in her hair, liking its fragrant aroma, while his hands trailed little pressures over her thigh and back.
Their mutual arousal rose steadily. The things she did with hands and mouth, the things he did, awakened her sexual instincts until little sighs of pleasure escaped her and she trembled with an all-over tingling that made her very warm.
They both grew too warm for clothing.
They took it off.
"Bra and pants too," he said, gazing at her.
She glanced down at the little puddle of clothing at her feet, then around the room; a big white-skinned blonde girl with a big stuffed-looking white bra trying to contain the uncontainable and pretty little lace-edged white nylon panties that were stretched so taut around her large round thighs that the big lump of her cunt in the center was almost obscene in its thrust.
"Here? In the living room?"
"Here. I said strip. After that well go down to the basement for a Venus-Apollo celebration. Naked. With me following. I want to watch that beautiful tail of yours swing and jiggle as you go down the steps."
His words made her shiver. She touched her pants, then her bra, in momentary indecision as to which should go first.
"The bra first," he said. "Save the best for last."
She seemed to glow with pleasure as she opened her bra and decanted her breasts. The final motion of dropping her bra flipped her preposterously developed jugs out to shake and quiver like bowls of thick cream. With dollops of nutmeg on top. He pretended only mild interest in the great flopping balls of her chest. She thought they were all she had, all that males noticed about her. He'd just show her otherwise!
Then she peeled off her panties. She returned his gaze a little embarrassedly, her upper teeth making a little crease in her lower lip.
Her heavy bulging mound was beautiful, lightly furred with very curly hair so blonde it was almost white. The close-seamed lips of her pussy's narrow pink slash were clearly visible and very inviting.
He got out of his shorts, let her eyes take in the handsome length of his prick, hardened into a turgid red rammer and throbbing boldly before his belly. Then he walked to her, carrying his clothes, and told her to pick up hers. She did, and they went to the basement. Watching the pistoning of her big, almost snowy-white ass as she descended was just as satisfying and exciting as he had expected it to be.
A few steps from the bottom, Bonnie paused and glanced back. "Jack?"
He slipped a hand up under one big outstanding globe of her butt. 'very outstanding. "Hm?"
"I sort of like the way you ... tell me to do things. Funny. Like ... uh, like I was a slave or something. I never thought about it before. I'll bet some slaves liked it, or found out they had after they were freed. I mean ... it's attention and like you're wanted!"
"You going to start that again? Get your beautiful naked ass down into the scene of your use, little slave girl!" He gave the nether curve of her big ass cheek a small slap. It bounced.
His words made her wiggle in pleasure. Then: Little!"
He gave her cheek a harder up-slap. "Do not question your master's words, slave girl!"
"Yes sir," she yipped, and they went on down. She hesitated at the bottom of the steps; he prodded her forward until they were standing at the exercise mat. It had certainly been the scene of a lot of highly erotic exercise, he thought with a little smile. They dropped their clothing.
"Kneel, slave, and bestow a loving kiss of slavish submission on your master's cudgel!" he snapped.
Smiling, she dropped to her knees, a movement that bounced her overgrown milk-jugs so high he had a fleeting thought: he wondered if she could suck her own nipples....
But then she was slipping a warm hand up under his erect cudgel, fondling the balls, and bending her face forward to plant the commanded kiss on the head of his cock.
"Open wide," he said, "I want to inspect your teeth."
She opened wide. He pushed his cock into her face. Her eyes widened and stared at his face.
"My prick," he told her, "is conducting the examination. Perhaps you noticed that it has an eye in its tip. Um-hmm," he breathed, rocking his hips a little to prod his prick around inside her mouth. It was richly warm and wet in there. He slipped it out, slowly, waited until she had begun to close her mouth, and poked it in again. Instantly she opened wide. He began pumping, not vigorously, merely sliding his hard-on in and out of the sweet hole of her face.
She began to cooperate, her mouth clasping and loosening, her tongue flickering and slithering over the hard thick prong. He pushed until she felt the tip of that lovely pulsating erection deep in her mouth, threatening her throat.
Sliding it out again, he squatted down facing her and they kissed, she kneeling and he on his haunches, their hands at each other's waists while their mouths opened and tongues slipped about in an exchange of oscule caresses, each within the mouth of the other.
He drew back. "Turn around slave, on hands and knees. Your master wishes to fondle and cushion himself on your beauteous ass whilst he crams his cock up your pretty pussy!"
She shivered as his words struck deliciously home, a mingling of the prettily poetic and the coarsely crude. But a little frown pulled her brows together.
"From ... behind? But...." Her hands slipped up to cup the undersurfaces of her capacious breasts. She glanced down. "You don't want to ... lie on me? Feel my ... play with my...?"
"With such a magnificent bottom and sweet little cunt that shows its lips like yours, slave girl, why should I waste time with those bubbies?"
"I...." She looked appealingly at him. "Your slave is used to it, master! Everybody likes my titties!"
"Every ... what? There have been other men before I bought you from that slippery salesman for a million dollars and, I thought, worth every penny? Ha! I shall have to have Igor the eunuch redden your beautiful hind cheeks for that, girl!" He raised his head imperiously. "Fuck your tits!"
She started to turn around.
"Wait ... wait, slave. I have decided to name you for a sweet confection, by the way-Bon-bon, that will do nicely. I'll have the slavemaster brand that on your bottom tomorrow! Meanwhile ... hm. Fuck your tits, eh? Well, since you're so proud of them ... He straightened with a flexing of his legs and walked over to the couch and tables at the end of the big basement room. She twisted to look after him.
"Jac ... um, master? What...?"
"Silence, slave, question not your master!" The bottle of lotion was right where he had put it, naturally, since he had put it there in anticipation of her visit. Everything was working out beautifully. She was practically begging him to do just what he had wanted to do the moment he'd seen her down here, naked, that marvelous night: fuck her tits!
But contrary to what he had read in some of his parents' books, the silky skin of breasts would soon feel hard enough to skin a cock, after a bit of screwing between the masses. Mouth, ass, cunt ... all were provided with some sort of juices, as well as slippery, membranous inner skin to caress a cock. Hell, he'd skinned the damned thing once with his own hand, and surely he knew how to handle himself!
He returned to her and stood over her, opening the bottle while she knelt and watched with large wondering eyes.
"Hold up those vaunted breasts of yours!"
"Master...."
"Bon-bon! Obey, and quickly!"
She scooped up her pneumatic tits in both hands and lifted them, nestling fleshy demiglobes closely together. She shivered when he poured a dollop of cold lotion onto them.
"Cold!"
"Hush!" He watched the slimy white stuff seep into the tight crack between the big pink-tipped balls. "Now lie back, and continue to hold them in place! Your master will take your bosom's cherry ... a hymen you didn't even know you had!"
She lay back, still frowning, obviously never having thought of such an action. She hung onto her massy jugs. The lotion spread thickly, glistening. Her thighs lay apart. He made her squeal and jerk as though struck when he planted a firm kiss on the bulging hump of her pubis. Lifting his lips from it and ignoring her silent, squirming pleas for more, he patted that firm mons.
"That's all for you, hungry hole! It's the slippery tunnel of this titty-proud slave that gets fucked!" He moved upward.
She opened her mouth. "Ja-Master----"
"Hush, slave! Be silent. Your master's busy and doesn't wish to be disturbed!" He bestrode her upper body with the big bar of his sex throbbing above her breasts. "Relax your hold ... let them apart."
She did. Her beautiful milky tits eased apart. The valley between them, both its chesty floor and the soft curving walls formed by her lovegourds, glistened with lotion. Bending forward, he guided his cock in between them.
"Now push them together over it."
She blinked, then smiled and did so. She smiled again, pushing her tits firmly together to encompass his prick in warm, soft, lotion-slimy flesh. Smiling back at her, he plied his cock in and out between the warm white mounds, luxuriating in the supple litheness of that encircling tit flesh. They formed a slippery, smoldering crack that encompassed his stiff, lengthy meat in a sensual bondage.
"Oh ... umm. Where ... where'd you learn this?"
"Nowhere. No one else has enough bosom to make it possible," he told her. "The sight of yours and the obvious way you love them inspired me! Now just move them about, keep kneading and pressing and relaxing your fingers, so I can feel them alive around me. Lord, it's beautiful!"
She did, keeping her hands constantly a'move, so that the tunnel of her tits became a live hot sex hole all around his sliding cock.
"Press hard! Hurt yourself! Press hard ... slave!
She did, straining so that her arms quivered. His penis was a hard urgent weight on her chest, throbbing against the inner contours of the voluptuous mounds enclosing it, caressing the soft inward surfaces. Her breath came in fluttering gasps that flared her nostrils. She was straining to look down at this activity that was new to her, and exciting. He felt her mounded belly moving beneath his butt.
He began pistoning into the canyon her hands forced her distorted breasts to form. His buttocks swerved over her stomach. She gasped.
His glowing cockstaff ran up and down the long crack, nearly touching her lips with each thrilling thrust between her jugs. The bosomy tunnel, he knew, was less slick and warm than her cunt, less moist than her cunt, less constricting than cunt or mouth or anus. But there was a psychologically sensuous pleasure in this act: the illusion of screwing her in the fat white jiggly swollen pink-tipped teasing globes he loved, into their arrogant thrust and firmness.
She strained her arms to keep them together around him. Her fingers writhed restlessly, dimpling the malleable flesh. She watched his hairy crotch as it came forward to tickle her breasts, then receded, to return again with a spearing of his beautiful dick through the artificial tunnel.
Their softness was a caress all along his cock, the firm elasticity of them a challenge and a delight to feel and see.
He pushed far and pulled slowly, exhilarated, then reached down to close his hands over hers. His hands crushed hers inward. His fingers dug into hillocks made of sweet milky tit flesh. She moaned and he smiled, knowing he was hurting her with his hard hands forcing hers to mash her plump hills of breast together, squeezing and crushing them out of shape and form to create this tight hot prison for his lunging prick.
He started shoving harder, smashing himself against the undersides of the tight-pressed balls. She moaned, then curved her lips in a little smile when she saw the slippery-looking, knobby end of his cock come running out of the titty-tunnel to challenge her face.
She licked it. She grinned up at him. "Sweet!"
"The lotion," he said, fucking her tits. "It's a sweet cock!"
"It's terribly excited and wants in you."
"Put it in! Put it in!"
"What, slave?"
"Oh please, master," she smiled, "put your lovely cocky into your slave and fuck her cockeyed!"
"Into her bulgy slimy cunt hole?" She shivered. "Yes!"
"Say it."
"Stick it up my ... my bulgy slimy cunt hole! Please!"
He whipped his prick free, squeezed her hands a last time, and backed swiftly down her prostrate body. Her legs leaped delightedly apart. He felt the head of his excited cock slip over the brink of her pubic bone, course over soft, softly furred flesh. He shoved, hard.
"Ugh! Unnnnnn ... gh-aah!"
The soft damp lips had dropped open and writhed back out of the way as he plunged easily between them. His prick was slippery with lotion and sweat Her cunt was slippery with her own lubrication. He rammed home in an instant.
Kneeling above her, he pushed until it hurt. Her slit was stretched to rub hard against the upper surface of his cock's base. He knew the pressure on her squirmy clit was immense.
Gasping, she ground herself back against him, upward, and her hands came rushing upward to scratch at his chest, then seize his pebbly little nipples. He saw that her own were high and hard, standing above finger-marked mountains of snow.
Lowering his weight onto her, feeling the unbelievable firm pressure of her breasts beneath his chest, he leaned first this way and then that working his hands under her to grip her jerking ass cheeks-and incidentally scouring every inner surface of her clutching pussy with his swinging cock. His dong donged about in her like the clapper of a bell.
He worked his hands inward. Then a finger skidded into the hot crack between her buttocks. Her eyes bulged suddenly; his finger was forcing its way up into her. She groaned and leaned a little sideward, easing the pressure. Up came her legs to give him greater access. In went his finger, past the first knuckle.
"Unnngh! Ah ... ah, ah!" Her mouth hung open and her eyes sparkled.
The flesh within her asshole was incredibly tight, profoundly soft and warm. Smiling, he stiffened his finger and pushed some more, feeling the strong jaws of her anal muscles grab him and clench. The muscular sphincter squeezed and gripped him until he felt his finger must be the same color as her tits, paper-white and bloodless.
He held it there and rammed with his pelvis, trying to pound it into the finger in her constricting asshole, trying to jam both probes deeper and ever deeper into her hot flesh.
Glorying in the feel of her beneath him, in the cushioning softness of her fleshy vulva above the tight satin of her working thighs, in the fantastically firm upthrust of her tits, he fucked her till her eyes rolled.
The cheeks of her ass quivered convulsively beneath her as his body pounded them down into the mat-and pounded his finger up her rectal hole. Her swimmingly wet pussy swallowed every inch of the full, bloated shaft of his prick. She was writhing beneath him in salacious spasms.
She took him by surprise. Suddenly her eyes bulged, her face growing almost ugly. Then it went all beautiful and she began sighing in a high, keening voice. Sweat sprang out in bright beads all over her. She went very tense, then came with a cry and a surging upward lunge. The involuntary movement forced his finger out of her anal track, but his prick rammed into her cervix with a jar that made her cry out again and sent a flare of pain leaping up his deeply imbedded pole.
Then orgasmic tremors and contractions seized her pussy, and it began clamping hard. She became a milking machine for cock.
Just as she toppled over the brink of the pinnacle of ecstasy, he started coming. Semen gismed into her. A series of shuddering convulsions deep inside his drum-tight scrotum sent his sperm gushing forth in a flood of thick white syrup that filled her cunt and welled up and spurted out to boil over onto the exercise mat.
At last, with a moist, sucking sound, his deflating cock slithered from between the soft folds of her cunt.
Her vagina contracted chaotically, again and again. Sperm dribbled out of the sodden, ravaged hole. She lay still and spraddle-legged as if pole axed.
"Now about those lashes across your ass cheeks, girl," he said, rather weakly.
"Uh ... oh, did you ... say that Ig ... Igor is a ... a eunuch, master?" she panted.
"Yes, poor fellow. Got his balls jerked right off between a beautiful girl's beautiful big tits, once." He rolled onto his side and palmed one of hers. There was considerably more soft-skinned and firm-fleshed meat there than his hand could cover.
She chuckled. "Then he wouldn't get excited, giving me a spanking, would he?"
"No, that's the beauty of having him about." He squeezed her breast. "Bought him from Vincent Price."
"Well ... umm, might I beg my sweet master to lay on the punishment himself, then?"
"Hmm. It would probably excite him so much he'd have another hard-on, up to the neck," he said reflectively.
"Yeah," she said, and rolling over, she humped up her big white bottom. She wiggled it
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Word, ah, sort of got around," Jack's sister Sandra said on Wednesday. "I mean, not all around. But Eunice knows."
"Eunice knows what?" Jack asked.
"She knows you saw us, and about the tapes, and about ... Bonnie and Dawn and Laura."
He chuckled. "How about that She left town yet?"
"Nope. She asked me today when in the hell you were going to get around to blackmailing her." She giggled. "She's got a bad case of the hot pants for you, brother mine!"
"You're serious?"
"Cross my heart"
He grinned. "Well, how about that!"
"Anyhow, she broke off with her boyfriend, too. She's, ah, a bit horny."
"Have a club meeting and sic the six studs on her."
"She said that if you didn't start blackmailing her pretty fast she might have to blackmail you!"
"Oh lord! Hell I'm tapped out...."
"Uh-huh. I know all about 'Bon-bon' meeting you in the stockroom down at the store last night. I hope you didn't get stains all over any of that new furniture!"
"You damned girls are blabbermouths!"
She wriggled up to him on the couch and snuggled close. "You have a loving harem, Mister Studley. We've had ... discussions. Everybody's agreed that no one can beat Mark Gerrold in the hung-well department, but the cat with the imagination and technique would be number one if he had the smallest equipment in town. That's you, doll."
"Me? The smallest equipment in town?"
Giggling, she patted his crotch. "Lord no, darling, the cat with the imagination and technique. Anyhow ... what about Eunice?"
He sighed. "Dad's coming home this weekend."
"Hm, yes-sss ... Eunice isn't going to like that!"
"Fuck Eunice!"
"Uh-huh. That's the idea, Jacko!" .
"Jack," his father said frowning, on Friday evening, "is this what it looks like?"
"What's it look like, Dad?" Jack asked, walking across the basement.
His father stood beside the exercise mat. He was squinting down at it. "You been entertaining your female friends down here, son?"
Jack looked down at the stains, and he sighed. "Sorry."
"Jesus! I hope you're being careful about ... you know."
"Some are on the pill, and some wear rings and coils, and some douche."
"What the hell happened to old-fashioned condoms?"
"Science," Jack grinned. He glanced down, frowned. Poor Dad ... there was a very creditable bulge in his trousers, straining the fly. The poor guy was so horny he got it up just looking at gism stains!
"Something, ah, funny happened over here the other night, Dad."
"Funny! Yeah, it looks like it!" John Huffman was still regarding the stains on the mat
"Not that," Jack laughed. "No, I mean this friend of ours. Of Sandra's, really. She kept babbling to her about what a handsome pair we are."
"You and Sandra?"
"You and me."
"Oh, aren't we though," John said, touching the bulge above his belt. He was careful not to touch the one below.
"Um. So Sandra, like a nice sweet sister, told her I was, ah, you know, like available."
"You can be had."
"Face it any male's an easy make, Dad." His father chuckled. "So? That explains the stains?"
"Afraid not. This doll has her cap absolutely set-are you ready?-on you."
Silence. Then, "On ... me!" The bulge behind John's fly quivered and the belly-bulge above sucked in. "How ... how old is this, uh, girl?"
"Old enough, believe me. Old enough. Says she's tired of boys. Say, listen, this is a pretty weird conversation, huh?"
"Well, it's two males talking, and I guess it's one way of getting to know each other."
Jack chuckled. "Yeah. She says boys just don't have much imagination and they come too fast."
After another silence, John gave a short, rather bitter laugh.
"It is a weird conversation, and here's something I never foresaw I'd be saying to my son. The way things have been for me lately, I'd come as fast as a teenager. Oh, no offense."
"I'm twenty. Post-teen."
"Oh, right. Sorry. Why don't you give her a break then, son? Or should I say ... stud?"
"I'd rather you didn't say it But anyhow ... why don't you?"
"Give her a ... Jack!"
"Pardon me, Dad, but would you like me to sort of wander off a minute while you readjust your pants? They're getting tight"
"Jack! You bastard!"
"Dad! Oops ... I mean, sir. Is Sandra yours? She isn't my sister? Wow, that sexy piece...."
"Jack, damnit ... what ... oh!" John had to chuckle. "I see. Okay, figure of speech. So you're not a bastard." He studied his son with a twinkle in his eyes. "Not by birth, anyhow."
Jack laughed again. "Anyhow, about giving Eunice a break...?"
"Look, we can't even talk about that. I admit it has a, uh, an exciting effect on me. Is she pretty? Eunice, hmm?"
"Christ, if she were homely would I mention it?"
"Anyhow, you know that's ... impossible. Me. My God, if I, uh, made love with some sweet young thing and word got around...." He shook his head. Rather wistfully, Jack thought. "Anyhow, it's out of the question. About this mat...."
"Dad. Let's have a drink and a talk, okay?"
"A drink! Since when...."
"Since several years, and you know damned well you had a fake ID card or a buddy who got you a little beer when you were under twenty-one, too!"
"You are getting too damned smart, Jack, you know it?"
Jack sighed. "Well, that sure blows the business of two males talking, doesn't it?"
They stood there in silence for a long moment. Then John Huffman sighed.
"I stand corrected. Great idea, fellow male. Let's go have a beer or two and a talk."
Jack and John Huffman had a beer and a talk. And another beer, and some more talk. And another beer, and some more talk. The talk got pretty intimate.
Next day Jack gave Sandra the word. Eunice. Tonight. "Here?"
"Right. In the basement. A little phallic ceremony."
"Here, in our basement? With Dad home? Jack! What if he comes down there!"
"Oh," Jack smiled, "he'll come, down there. He'll come, all right"
Eunice knew that the tall male figure in the long long robe and hood was Sandra's brother, Jack. The hood was one of those used in the Venus Club ceremonies, white and shoulder length. He stood stiffly, presumably staring at her with burning eyes behind the eyeholes of the mask.
Eunice Bentzen trembled excitedly as Sandra bound her. It seemed just a little crazy, this masked, robed, bound ritual. But she was perfectly willing to go along. Ritual, after all, was part of where Sandra was at. Sandra-along with Dawn-had pieced together the Club and its rites and the fancy flowery words. (Eunice had corrected a few.) She was readily willing to admit that ritual excited her. It was fun. Mysterious.
She knew what was going to happen, anyhow, and if this was the way Jack and Sandra wanted to play it-okay. What was going to happen was that Jack, who had seen them and recorded part of their ritual, along with all their names, was going to fuck her. Just as he had balled Dawn and Laura and Bonnie. And they had dug hell out of it.
Eunice was sure she'd dig it, too. She dug balling anyhow. And word had it that Jack really knew what he was doing. Here was just more evidence of his imagination.
She was going to get screwed while she was tied up!
She was going to get screwed, lewdly and nudely screwed, while she was bent forward over this wooden table. Screwed from behind, without being able to see her screwer or even to cooperate!
It was a ping-pong table. She had seen it before, of course. It was often covered with an old blanket and shoved into a corner, which had led her to assume that the Huffman's didn't play much ping-pong. The clamps that held the net in place were still there on either side, and they were screwed down very, very tightly.
After first being stripped, by Sandra, slowly and excitingly, Eunice had been ordered to turn and place herself in this position. With her feet on the floor, still wearing her stockings, she leaned straight forward over the table. She had emitted a little gasping squeak when her naked breasts encountered, then folded down onto the cold surface of the table. Then her belly. But her body's warmth, heightened by her excitement, soon had her adjusted-or soon had the tabletop adjusted, and warmed.
They could have left the darned blanket on, she thought.
Then Sandra had ordered her to stretch out her arms. Sighing, Eunice had. Now they were stretched all the way out. And bound, secured to the side clamps on the netless ping-pong table. She was secured in place as if for a lashing ... , A lashing!
Oh no, she thought with a flash of fear. The whole idea is that Jack is punishing us, "blackmailing" us. That's the schtick ... and suppose Sandra told him I was ... um, anxious ... and ... and he's not going to ball me, he ... he's going to BEAT my poor naked ass.
She knew it was a good ass, and she knew how provocatively it was displayed, poked up and out because the table was lower than necessary for her to stretch straight out, and she had to hunch a little, and that meant-poking out her pretty bottom.
She tightened her cheeks in pure reflex to her thoughts.
"Uh!" she gasped, for now Sandra was stuffing the folded mattress between her lower belly and the table. Folded many times, the old cover made a thick pad.
Maybe its to pad me so I won't hurt my loins while I'm being screwed from behind. ... but ... maybe it's to make my tail poke out even more, for a ... a beating!
She quivered and squirmed a little.
Sandra came back around where her friend and sorority sister could see her. "Comfy, Eunice?"
Eunice licked her lips. "What ... what's he going to ... is he going to ... to whip me, Sandy?"
Sandra grinned, then touched an upraised finger to her lips. (It was her middle finger.) "Sh. That's up to him. Now the blindfold."
"Blindfold!"
"Right," Sandra said, flourishing the elasticized black headband of some soft, stretchy fabric. Eunice whimpered a little when the other girl pulled it down over her head, down over her eyes. Then Sandra adjusted it about her ears. It was a clever and most effective blindfold, fitting snugly about the girl's head.
She was bound in a most compromising and, she knew, inviting position, and she could not see. She trembled, and even her tearfulness was ... exciting. Sexy. She waited.
"Lady Venus will now leave the chamber," a male voice said, stiltedly, and Eunice had to smile. She recognized Jack Huffman's voice. "The vessel is prepared for the holy phallic injection."
Presumably, Sandra left. Eunice heard footsteps. Then she heard the rustle of cloth behind her, and muffled footsteps. She tensed up, clenching the hard, clearly defined cheeks of her naked ass strongly together with the muscular control of a girl one month away from being seventeen years old.
It had been very exciting, shaving her pussy and thinking about the effect that naked, childishly hair-bereft bulge and cleft would have on Sandra's big brother. When she'd finished the delicate job behind the locked bathroom door, Eunice had swung her robe about herself breathlessly and hurried into her own room. She had locked the door carefully before approaching her sixteenth birthday present: the full-length mirror on the closet door. Then she opened the robe. She had gaped at herself.
The totally hairless bulge of her soft, delicate, and blatantly thrusting mons 'veneris had been an extremely sexual sight. She had watched herself fondle it. And kept on watching, while she spread her legs and hunched and her mouth came open. And she had kept on fondling.
Finally, she had collapsed onto the floor in her sweaty orgasm.
How beautiful my pussy is, she had mused. How Jack's going to turn on over this!
But now, bent forward, she felt embarrassed. II must look ... obscene! Just bare, naked fuck hole sticking out, without the slight "modest" covering of its natural fleece!
"Eeep!" She jerked when a large warm hand came down onto one out-thrust buttock. But it came down gently, and it stroked.
"The initiate will open her legs as far as possible. Wider! Yes, that's better. Well ... what have we here? How sweet! A little girl's pussy, all soft and naked and hairless."
She flinched and squirmed a little as he caressed it. Fondling, delicately pretending to pinch, squeezing slightly at the whole bulge of her pubis, his fingers trickled over it. She felt his wrist at her buttock, and the flapping sleeve of the robe.
He ran his finger along the fluted pink lips and she knew that his eyes were fixed on the tight red cleft between them. Then, very quickly, he inserted two fingers into her, one above the other. She grunted and surged forward as they came intimately into her body. But there-was no place to go. Her tits rubbed rubberily along the top of the ping-pong table.
She jerked, she grunted, gasping. Male fingers slithered about in her helplessly proffered vaginal slash. He felt the immediate flow of her warm inner fluids, flowing over his imbedded fingers.
God, she thought, what a sexy little slut I am!
Blind and bound, she waited for the entry of a considerably larger and hotter probe into the wet slit of her sex.
"How wet the initiate is!" she heard Jack's voice say behind her. But she did not see him. Or the other man. The other robed man, whose fingers, rather than Jack's were twiddling up her gash.
The two men looked at each other. Jack glanced meaningfully down at the other's robe. Its front, below the tied sash, was tenting strongly outward. Its wearer used his free hand to twitch the folds of fabric aside, and a big mean-looking red cock thrust eagerly out.
The bound girl jumped-as much as her submissively proffered position allowed-when she felt the hot silky knob slap her ass. The cheeks tightened up again and squirmed.
Then Jack put a hand on his father's robed shoulder, squeezed, smiled, nodded, and began backing slowly, silently away.
And John Huffman slipped his fingers caressingly out of the girl's cunt and trailed them wetly up the crack between her ass cheeks.
Lord, the excitement of it! He was forty-three. He'd been married twenty-one years. After the first few frustrating, floundering years with his wife, it had got better. They had discovered sexuality together, discovered that the things they'd been told and taught were mostly baloney. They had settled down to a lovely sexual life together. Aged together. Put on weight together. Developed wrinkles and gray hairs and lessened activity together.
And once, once only in all those years, had John housed his manly and man-sized organ in another cavity than his wife's. And that had been unsatisfactory, because of guilt and the fear that he and that silly chubby girl would get caught, there in the basement stockroom.
And now here he stood, his cock presenting arms while he stared down at the smallish, tight, smooth-skinned ass of a girl young enough to be his daughter. The same age, in point of fact, as his daughter.
And he was going to fuck her. And no one would know, other than his own loving, helpful children. This girl would always think it was Jack's cock she'd had in her, and she'd soon have reason to believe he was really extraordinarily virile!
He couldn't prolong it, postpone it any longer. God, how he wanted and needed the feel of wet juicy cunt flesh all around his prick! It took very poorly to priestly life, and it had showed him so last night. For the first time in many years, he'd had a nocturnal emission. A wet dream, in which he was wearing some sort of old Roman soldier's uniform, sandals and skirt and all, and in which he had fucked Elizabeth Taylor, wearing her sexiest outfit from the movie Cleopatra.
Coming that way, on his sheet in his sleep, had bothered hell out of him, made him mad. And fearful. But now he knew it was okay. He hadn't wasted anything. He had just pumped out the storage tanks of his balls, and here was his penis, all up and hard and fat and long again. Ready to go, and that wet dream guaranteed that he wouldn't come so damned fast as he'd thought, sadly, that he would.
Gripping her buttocks, he bent his knees slightly and took a last look, down her crack at the nakedly bulging pouch of her childishly hairless sex slit.
Then he shoved the head of his bulging prick into that slit.
"Uh!" the girl gasped. Her feet moved even farther apart, making him smile; her wanting to get open more and more was a tribute to his manhood, as if she were having trouble taking his big cock!
The tightness of her took his breath away. He had forgotten how tight a youthful, muscular pussy could be. He had to shove and force his swollen tool into the searing cavity of her vagina. Slowly, reluctantly as it seemed, the ragged pink mouth and wet interior of the teenage cunt enveloped his cock, like a searing sexual furnace.
Good ... Lord, he thought, feeling the clasp of her wet and hot inner flesh, next time I have a sexual dream it won't be of old Liz.
He started fucking her in earnest. His forty-three-year-old cock started ramming in and out of that eighteen-year-old cunt. His paunch jostled her tight young ass cheeks.
Gripping the glories of those beautifully rounded buns and dicking her hard, he fucked her. Making her writhe and twist under the salacious sensation of his cock whipping in and out of her wet pussy from behind, he fucked her. Feeling the curling hairs of his crotch rub over her buttocks as he lunged and twisted, he fucked her. He screwed and stroked hard, making the tender white flesh of her ass jiggle and cringe. The cheeks flattened out-slightly, only slightly-beneath the repeated impacts of his lunging body.
He paused to test her own arousal.
He pulled his cock out of her slushy pussy with a sucking plop that spattered hot juice on her quivering thighs. He slid one hand down to check the hole he had just vacated. It was sopping with the hot juices of her lust!
Grinning, he shoved his prick back into that supercharged chamber.
Moaning and sighing, straining her bound arms to arch her back in and shove her butt back, she moved, too. Those knowing movements and the taut silky texture of her hot cunt could have forced an iron statue into orgasm. She was writhing and twisting beneath him, the thick manly pole filling her scalding cavern with the driving power of its hard, lunging thrusts. And he was no iron statue, although one portion of his working body resembled iron in its hardness, if not in its temperature.
His muscular butt was working furiously to shove him against her fuller, softer ass, filling her full of cock and grinding to get even more into her.
Lust and the desire for fulfillment hungered deep inside her itchy womb. It was like a ravening animal waiting, without patience, to be fed.
"Oh, baby," she sighed out, writhing. "That's beautiful-give it to me hard!"
Those words of youthful enthusiasm and complete freedom in her sexuality made him dizzy and grabbed him in the balls like a silk-gloved hand. Rooting hard, he grunted and trembled in the spasmodic release of his lust. Spurt after cataclysmic spurt of warm fluid burst into her with shattering force in a total orgasmic release of his sperm reserves.
It was so marvelous that he nearly fell down. He hated to pull out of her. Padded by the folded blanket, she brought her legs together and bumped her butt up and down to work his dying prick inside her.
Ssslupp! ... it came out of her and swung loosely down to ride the bulge of his emptied balls. His semen glistened between the parted red lips, then began trickling slowly out of that hairless pussy. He was reeling as he backed away from her. His eyes remained fixed on the beauty of her lewdly upturned and out-thrust ass and the deep-sliced purse beneath.
He and his son exchanged a look. Then Jack moved forward to rub the girl's ass, and his father retreated once more into the darkness of the little separate room in the basement, the toolroom. The door was made of planks, and he could easily see through the cracks.
It was his turn to watch. Jack's turn to do.
"Oh, that was lovely, darling," Jack gasped, sliding his hand in under her, over the slime of his father's emerging come, and slipping a couple of fingers into the semen-slick slit. Finding the firm out-thrust tongue of her clitoris, he worked it with two fingers.
She panted, wheezed, gasped and grunted, and came in about twenty seconds. Mingled come and vaginal spend flowed down her legs. Her body quivered violently. Her tight-clenched, trembling ass thrust out in bold relief and he began stroking and patting it.
Then he stepped back and closed his eyes and worked very, very hard to think of anything but sex. He settled on the families of the last two Presidents. Slowly, reluctantly, his cock went down.
Then he untied the girl and straightened her up. She was shaky and weak in the legs from her long sojourn on the table. He fondled her breasts, which were strangely pointy and almost hard in their firmness. They rounded again, out at the ends, into swollen areolas like pink turrets. From their shining centers rammed outward the darkest nipples he had ever seen. He squeezed them between scissoring fingers so that she trembled.
"My ... my God," she gasped, "you've got another hard!"
"All the better to screw you with, my dear!"
"I ... I need to, ah, go to the bathroom...."
"No bathroom down here, but there's a toilet and a sink. You can take off the blindfold inside," he said, guiding her over to the door beside the one his father stood behind. He opened it, flicked on the light, and pushed her inside. After a final pat on the ass-which was nearly as hard as her tits-he closed the door. He winked at the adjacent door, knowing without being able to see him that John Huffman was watching.
Glancing up, Jack saw Sandra sitting on the steps. She made a face and, opening her legs wide, an obscene gesture.
He grinned and turned away. He stood against the wall beside the bathroom door, listening to the sounds of flushing and running water. Then the knob turned and she came out, preceded by those twig-like nipples.
His quiet "Hi," startled her, and she jumped.
Then she swung to him and slipped both hands up behind his neck. Pressing herself firmly to him and rubbing, she kissed him.
She gestured at the table. "That ... that was lovely," she murmured.
Stroking her hips, he said, "You don't get any disagreement from me."
"But ... how can you be up so big so soon ... after?"
"Don't you have any mirrors at your house?"
She smiled. Her hand slipped between them. His cock stood high and hard, burning into both their bellies.
"Something's come between us!" she smiled, touching it.
He nodded. "It's going to come again, too."
She laughed, then glanced around.' "Across the table again?"
"Face to face?"
Suddenly she rose on tiptoe, clinging to his neck with one hand and pulling a little. With her other hand she bent his cock down. Its swollen crown scraped along her hard belly. Just when it started to get painful, being bent down like that it slipped into a narrow little groove. Concentrating, holding her breath, she tried to raise herself higher.
He slipped both hands under the rounded shelves of her rump and lifted. She grunted as his cock slipped up into her freshly washed cunt. It was very hot, and very tight, and only minimally wet That made her grunt again. He stood there leaning back against the wall, in her, holding her up with his hands under her ass. Now both her hands were around his neck. She kissed him. The tight flesh surrounding his prick began to slicken.
"How about standing up?" she grinned naughtily.
"We seem to be doing it," he smiled back. "But not for long. This is for athletes ... and picture books. Hang on."
She giggled, wiggling her shoulders a little to stab him with her sharp dark nipples. "We going for a walk?"
"Yup," he said, making the effort. He lunged away from the wall. With his cock joggling in her and pressed in absolutely as far as it would go, he began walking, slowly. She flinched and groaned as the fingers of one hand slipped between the buttocks his hands flattened slightly. He walked, slowly and carefully. Meanwhile, his finger quested blindly-until it found its pulpy target. "Uh ... uh ... nnggg!"
She tried to climb him. But she could not. There was no place to go. She rode him, bouncing slightly, as he walked slowly. His cock prodded way up her pussy. And her asshole felt terribly full of finger. Fucked standing up? She was being fucked from both ends, standing up! And not only that, but his slow, heavy steps joggled both hot probes in her contiguous holes every time his foot came down.
Reaching the exercise mat, he braced himself, then smiled and turned, slowly, allowing his father, to see them from every angle. Then he dropped to his knees.
"Guh ... aaagh!" She grated out, as the impact of his knees striking the mat threatened to pierce her cervix and her intestines simultaneously.
Then he toppled forward, and she groaned still again.
He had carried her half across the basement, and turned, and kneeled, and then assumed a prone position. All with his cock and finger imbedded in her hot channels. Now she lay on her back beneath him-and she was still fully pierced. She groaned and tried to wriggle.
"You ... you're hurting my ... my bottom."
He shook his head. "Nah. Your bottom's fine. If anything's hurting, it's your asshole."
"Uh ... that, then. Ow! Ohhhhhh...."
The unbelievably strong jaws of her sphincter were clamped tightly all around his finger. He held it still, anchored well within her, while he waited for the anal channel to adjust itself to his entry and deep, throbbing penetration.
Eventually, it did. His finger felt less tightly grasped. Not until then did he take it out.
Then, for the first time since shoving it-up her cunt several minutes ago, he withdrew his cock until only the helmet-like crown remained inside the silky folds. She sighed as it slipped from her, relieving the strain he had maintained against her quivering guts. But she grabbed his shoulders when it felt as if he might leave her altogether.
"All that ... hurt," she murmured.
"Good."
She sighed. "Also ... it was ... good." And she bucked against him, squeezing him between her legs with an implacable pressure.
Smiling, he rammed it home again until she groaned under the deep inner pressure of the prodding glans. He pulled. He pushed. He pulled. He rammed and ground, crushing her beneath him and trying to smash the arrogant musculature of her hard tits. Which was totally impossible.
Slithering over her, he planted his hands on either side of her and lifted himself up above her. His legs stretched out between hers. Their bodies were joined, now, only at the loins. His prick remained within her, about halfway out That left plenty more for the necessary friction.
"Okay, luv," he grunted, gazing down at her. "Now fuck me."
She fucked him.
She fucked him and fucked him, and she fucked him dry, and then she didn't want to leave, and by the time she had gone and his father came out of the little toolroom, he was about to piss in the pants he wasn't wearing. When he emerged from the bathroom, he wrapped an arm around his son's shoulders.
"Let's go have a drink, fella."
"Right stud."
CHAPTER NINE
This meeting of the Venus Club had been well planned, by six persons. One of them was not a member.
The newest initiate, the newest member, had been left out of the planning conferences. Mary Egbers learned about the meeting when she got the phone call from the president:: Lady Venus; Sandra Huffman.
The initial planning began with Sandra and Jack. Then it was carried on by Sandra, Jack, and Eunice Bentzen. And then by the three of them, along with Bonnie Whiteside and Laura Diener.
Bonnie volunteered for the New Thing that would first be demonstrated to Mary, then performed on her. Bonnie was pretty nervous about it, and she and Jack practiced Friday night. With a long-necked wine bottle. After about a half-hour of that, he showed her how easy it was to follow with his penis.
The weird part was that Bonnie came immediately. That didn't bother her at all, but the intense sexuality and delight of it bothered Jack. He was saving himself for the ceremony.
Saturday night arrived, and Jack was stationed in his vantage point for watching, inside the little basement toolroom.
Soon he was once again gazing at six nearly naked teenage girls, all adorned only with low-slung black leather belts, high black boots, black leather driving gloves, and their specially mixed paint on both nipples and the lips of their vulvas. And his sister wore her cloak.
Sandra called the meeting to order, and very quickly a look of complete surprise was painted on the pretty, heart-shaped face of Mary Egbers. She was hearing for the first time that her initiation was not complete. It was a total surprise to her mainly because the other five Venus Clubbers had learned the fact themselves only a few days earlier.
"Wow! I thought it was all over!" Mary said, trembling and looking nervously around.
Sandra nodded. "That was our intent. You are no longer a creature from the outer world, of course. But you are not quite our Sister, Mary. First you must understand that we women face vicissitudes in this world, and that they can be painful. Also, at times pleasure can come from pain, just as pain can come from pleasure."
Mary nodded, wide-eyed. She understood the second part, at least. She'd seen "Love Story." She'd used up a handkerchief and five Puffs, turning them all soggy with tears. That was even more tears than she'd shed over the end of "Romeo and Juliet," the movie with those two beautiful, beautiful kids in the title roles.
"All ... all right," she said stoutly. "I'm ready."
"Sister of the Dawn?"
Dawn stepped forward with a gentle joggle of her naked, scarlet-tipped tits. She held a small red ball of medium-soft rubber. It had been pulled off the rubber string of one of those little paddle-ball things all chidren have at one time or another. She stepped before Mary.
"Open your mouth," she said.
"Ohhh...."
Mary's eyes rolled to Sandra. The president was staring at her with an impassive face. And all the others were watching. Her peers. She so much wanted their approval and to be a member of their exclusive little in-group! She hadn't supposed it would be so hard. Already she had given up her virginity, and played the part of a whore, too, with all sorts of boys running their pricks in and out of her as if she were a seminal milking machine or a masturbatory device of flesh and blood!
"Now ... what? That little rubber ball ... open my mouth....
She opened wide, then made a little retching noise when Dawn thrust the rubber ball in and it depressed her tongue severely. She gulped and swallowed several times until her stomach stopped lurching. The ball held her tongue down. She could not talk. It interfered with her breathing, too, a little, and her nostrils worked like bellows.
Now Dawn went behind her and flipped a piece of hairy, scratchy twine over her head. It scratched. Mary trembled and whimpered. But she stood still, her mouth forced wide open, while Dawn pulled the twine between her widely parted lips and knotted it behind her head.
The rubber ball gagged her most uncomfortably. The twine, also profoundly uncomfortable, held the ball in place.
Mary wondered why she had been gagged.
Then she wondered still more, when the elasticized hair band, black, was pulled down to blindfold her.
"Nga-a-a-a-ahhk!" she said, although she had intended only a little "oh."
She was turned and walked. "Step up." She obeyed, stepping up onto the exercise mat. "Stop." She stopped, then was pressured forward a little. She felt the pressure of wood at her belly and realized that she was standing against the ping-pong table. "Bend forward. Lie on it. Then extend your arms."
Mary did all that, slowly and fearfully. Then her wrists were bound to the screw-down posts on either side of the table, exactly as Eunice had been a week earlier. But in Mary's case there was no blanket between the naked pooch of her belly and the cold, rather sharp-edged table.
Good grief, the girl thought, my bottom must be sticking way....
"Open your legs. More. Come on now, a little more." Her upthrust bottom was flicked, lightly, by the fingers of Dawn's hand. Mary shivered and opened her legs some more.
She could not see what was being done, she could only feel the pressure of a wooden rod of some sort across her insteps, and then the cord being knotted around her ankles. She did not know that those bonds were nylon stockings, or that the wooden rod was the screw-out handle of a floor mop, into each end of which, using Sandra's well-parted legs as a guide, Jack had driven a nail. The nail held the stocking from sliding along the pole. The pole, then, would hold Mary's legs just as they were, very wide apart.
The five girls grinned at the door behind which stood Jack, and they waited awhile, knowing he was studying the sight they had presented for his view.
First there were her well-presented buttocks, out-thrust, rounded melons so lushly ripe they looked ready to be burst-and chewed up. They sloped off into her thighs, which were well apart, and her legs were stiff, the calf muscles forced into relief. Her feet were over three feet away from each other, so that legs and the pole connecting her feet formed a triangle. Its apex lay just beneath her proffered ass, and it was an intriguingly beautiful complex of curling fur and soft rounded flesh.
The downy fur covered the gorgeous hillock of super soft flesh that was so beautifully cleft. Because of the widespread condition of her legs, the cleft was forced slightly open, so that Jack's staring eyes could drink in the sight of the thick pouting lips framing the girl's darling little pussy, which he had seen devirginized only a couple of weeks ago.
It was all very, very lovely, the extremely vulnerable-looking girl and her obscenely proffered sexual parts, and he licked his lips, feeling a hot liquid stabbing deep in his scrotum. He continued watching. His excitement rose.
"As I said," Sandra intoned in her rather stilted Lady Venus voice, "there are vicissitudes in this life we must all face." She had practiced, and she pronounced the word-which was Eunice's contribution to this ceremony-very nicely. "They bring us pain. You must understand this pain, and be prepared for it. It can come ... totally without warning."
That was the signal for Dawn to begin landing a regular flurry of hard hand slaps, all over the girl's upturned buttocks. Mary gasped and made muffled noises through her uncomfortable gag. Her buttocks strove mightily to clutch each other, but her widespread legs interfered. She jerked and grunted and the fingers of her bound hands scrabbled like racing mice at the tabletop. Her haunches shook and quivered and swayed, which was about all the motion she was capable of.
Dawn gave her a silently counted one hundred palm slaps, by which time the satiny bottom contours were considerably deepened in color. Then she left off and all of them watched the spanked cheeks quiver and clench.
The bound girl moaned and whimpered, but she was not crying.
Her ass had only been sensitized; warmed up.
The red rubber ball from the paddle-ball affair was stuffed in her mouth and held there by bothersome, scratchy twine. Now the paddle, small and slim-shaped wood, was in Dawn's hand. Dawn looked at "Lady Venus."
Sandra nodded.
"Gl-l-a-a-a-a-aaaghhhhr.
Mary's poked-out butt jerked, then the scorched backside writhed under the stinging slap of the little paddle. She threshed and squirmed, succeeding in accomplishing little but abrading her naked body against the top of the ping-pong table.
"Guh-gun-guh," she gasped, the ball-stuffed mouth automatically prefixing every sound she made with an involuntary hard "G" sound. The sounds she made were not pretty; low animal grunts.
Dawn stepped back and handed the little paddle to Eunice. Not thick or long, the paddle was far from a severe weapon of chastisement, but certainly its flat wooden surface imparted a nasty sting. And there was an area of darker red where Dawn's swat had fallen. It colored the outermost portion of Mary's left buttock.
Taking careful aim, Eunice glanced at Sandra. Sandra nodded and Eunice started her swing.
"Thank you, Sister of the Dawn," Sandra said. "Sister Eunice?"
CRACK!
The paddle fell before Eunice's name had been pronounced, and before Mary had a chance to tighten up her cheeks against the second swat Sandra's words indicated. Thus the paddle struck her right buttock while the prominently bulging hemisphere was relaxed.
Mary cried out again, and again lurched. Again heat radiated through her ass, and once more the table top hurt her naked tits and its edge gouged wickedly at her soft belly. And once more her fingers scrabbled noisily at the table.
Eunice bent to kiss the glowing red mark she had left on that poor tensing cheek.
Then she stepped back, handing the little paddle to Bonnie.
Thank you, Sister Eunice," Sandra said. "How sweet that you kissed the pretty cheek you reddened...." She paused, smiling, staring at the upturned backside, for Mary had tightened it as soon as Sandra had begun speaking. They watched its halves strain together, then begin to sag as the muscles relaxed slowly....
Sandra nodded at Bonnie. The big blonde started her swing, crouching a little and bringing her arm swinging upward. "Sister Bonnie?" WHOP! "Geeee-ya-a-a-aaAAGr Struck from beneath, at its very base where it joined her thigh, Mary's left cheek jumped upward in spasmodic response to the unloving kiss of the paddle. She swerved her hips back and forth, trying to assuage the flames that seemed to flicker in her poor bottom. She tried, too, to plead with them, but the rubber ball in her mouth would not permit words, only embarrassingly, humiliatingly animal-like noises. She bit hard into the sphere of red rubber.
Peering through a crack in the plank door of the toolroom, Jack smiled grimly, watching that long, sensuous body and its helplessly out-poked ass jerk in epileptic rhythm. Delicious!
Bonnie, too, planted a kiss on the butt she had whopped, and her tongue came tantalizingly close to the down-bulging mound of Mary's cunt. With her hand extended behind her, Bonnie passed the paddle to Laura.
The victim lay rather limply along the tabletop, groaning and shivering. Sandra thanked Sister Bonnie, called Sister Laura's name, and they all watched the tight tension that gripped the exposed rump. The intimate groove between its twinned halves vanished as Mary strained hard to crush the cheeks together. It was a purely involuntary action; surely Mary should have known that a stroke across a tightened ass cheek hurts more than on a relaxed cushion of soft flesh.
But her backside wriggled, the voluptuous cheeks tightening as the paddle fell again across the bases of those already well-whipped ovals.
Obviously, from the girl's violent lunging jerk and loud gurgling cry, this swat hurt more than any of the previous ones. All of them stared, with some sympathy, at the squirming form of the initiate. Frantic with pain and fear she could not under stand, Mary tried to get herself out of the way of further hurts. She could not.
Laura made her squirm even more by bending, placing a hand on each of the reddened ovals, and pushing them apart so that she could plant her tender kiss between them. Jack, staring into the crack between Laura's upturned buttocks, knew what she was doing, and he smiled.
Sandra thanked Laura and turned to grin at the toolroom door. Opening it, Jack slipped out and walked barefoot across the basement floor. His naked cock bobbed and jumped before him, not quite erect but long and thick enough to attract the hungry gaze of five pairs of eyes. He accepted the paddle and studied the target. It was deeply pink, but a darker red in one place, where Bonnie's stroke had swung upward, than elsewhere. It seemed to bulge slightly there, and he was very tempted to land another blow on precisely the same spot.
But their purpose, after all, was not to destroy the girl's ass, not to bloody it, but to make it hurt and soften it up for the coming activity. Therefore, after a moment of thought, he knelt behind her and swung the paddle down, aiming at the crack between the jutting demiglobes.
His aim was good. The diminutive wooden paddle spanned the crease perfectly and forced itself into the curving flesh on either side.
His blow, naturally enough, was the hardest of any that had fallen on the helpless, submissively bound girl's butts.
Her head jerked up and she forced a long, rattling gurgling cry out around her rubber-ball gag. A bright patch of new red, like a blooming flower, flowed out onto both her ass cheeks, framing the crease that divided them so nicely.
Then Jack passed the paddle to the first hand that came out for it and, moving forward on his knees, gripped the poor whipped buttocks. He peeled them open like a pre-sliced melon. Feeling their strong attempts to pull back together, he smiled and held them apart. Meanwhile he gazed delightedly at the deep, shiny-sleek valley and the lovely little pink coil in its floor.
He pushed his face in and licked it for more than a minute, until the girl on the table top was going wild with arousal and her cunt lips gaped helplessly open beneath her, seeking something to suck on. Her asshole opened more and more around his probing tongue. He slithered it in and out like a tiny cock, fucking her anal vestibule.
His sister handed him the seven-inch length of smooth, lacquered broom handle he had sawed off-and drilled, at the sawn end, through and through. The rounded end was shiny and well-smeared with Vaseline.
He set it to the soft aperture he had licked into open relaxation, and he pushed.
"Ggg-l-l-l-aaaaaack-kkk!" Mary cried out, as the tight rim of her ass was forced to accept, rather than a slitheringly sexy tongue, a large rounded chunk of cold wood. It yielded and gave way, oozing over the end of the broom handle.
He did not stop pushing it in until he knew he was hurting her, inside. Then he eased the pressure. Her asshole contained a little over four inches of unyielding wooden dowel, about an inch in diameter.
Through the holes he had drilled in its end they had passed a length of slim cord, and while he held the anal probe steady with a palm against its sawed end, Sandra passed the cord around Mary's hips, brought the ends back, and tied them behind her, snugly, just under the piece of broom handle that jutted obscenely out of her rectum. The cord bit into the girl's whipped ass cheeks.
Mary could only stand-he there and squirm. The dildo would remain up her ass until one of them chose to untie the cord and slide it out of expanded anal tissues.
Jack went over to the steps, picked up the white hood there, and slipped it over his head. Bonnie watched him, licking her lips. He nodded, indicating the jar of Vaseline, and she hurriedly seized it, rammed a finger in, and swiped it up her ass crease.
Dawn, meanwhile, was removing Mary's gag. The rubber ball bounced along the table and onto the floor, leaving a snail-like trail of moisture from Mary's saliva. First she worked her mouth and ran her tongue in and out and over her lips, a half-dozen times. Then, plaintively, she whimpered out her little cry.
"Oh ... how could you hurt me like that! Then the kisses ... so sexy ... unnnh!" She shuddered involuntarily. The pole sticking out between her buttocks bobbed lewdly. "And dear God, what ... what's that ... is something still in me?"
"A cock?" Dawn suggested, smiling as she freed Mary's right wrist.
"No-o-o, oh no! Not a cock! A cock's all warm and sort of flexible, just a little I mean, but it's alive, and the flesh gives some. This is ... this is ... oh this is something that hurts?"
Dawn paused with her hands on Mary's left wrist She fixed her with a look. "Does it?"
"Uh ... um ... well....we-well, it did ... it's cold ... I mean, it way...."
"Bigger things," Sandra intoned from behind Mary, "have emerged from your bowels than this little dildo, darling."
"Dildo?"
"What else. You didn't think we'd stuck a petrified cock up you, did you?"
The girls all laughed. After a moment, Mary also chuckled. Then her arms were free and she straightened, slowly, with little moans. Instantly her hands went back to her whipped and pierced bottom.
"Leave that alone!" Sandra said, menacingly.
Biting her Up, Mary let her hands drop. "How ... how long ...?"
"Not long. Now ... observe."
Mary observed. She stared. She watched the hooded male, otherwise naked and wearing one hell of a long thick red hard-on, across the floor. His lovely thick cock jumped up and down and wobbled all around as he walked. He came straight to her and his hands rose to her shoulders.
She stared at the shadowy eyes she could just make out through the hood's slits.
"Are ... are you going to fuck me now?" she asked, in a tiny voice.
"No. I just wanted you to know that it was I who kissed and licked your anus, and I who shoved in the cock-substitute."
She trembled. Her teeth gnawed at her lower lip. Her hands trembled, hovering close to his hips. "What ... what are you going to do-now?"
"Fuck Bonnie," he said.
"But...." She hesitated, flushing a little, then turned her pleading face on Sandra. "But ... San-uh, Lady Venus ... that ... the ah whipping ... it made me sexy! And this ... thing in me in the ... the wrong place, makes me ... want something in the ... the right one!"
Sandra gazed implacably at her.
Suddenly Mary's hand slipped between her and the man standing so close, gripping her shoulders in the big warm hands. She grabbed his cock.
"Why Bonnie? Why not ME?"
His hand slid down her shoulder, down her flank, and he made her grunt when he flicked the short length of pole sticking out of her rectum.
"Because Bonnie doesn't have a rod up her ass!" he told her.
She stared at the hood, then her eyes shifted past him. They widened. Bonnie, naked but for the boots and belt, was kneeling on the exercise mat. Her big white ass was obscenely projected, and Mary could see the lightly furred pussy bulge below, too. Looking back around her shoulder, Bonnie grinned.
"O Apollo," she called in a soft sensual voice, "my back passage awaits your Phallic Dart!"
Mary gasped and shivered. "You ... you don't mean ... you're going to ... in her bottom?"
Jack stroked hers, nodding his white-hooded head. "Of course."
"All of us have taken it up the ass," Sandra said callously-and untruthfully. "No!"
"Ye-esss!" Bonnie grinned at her, still kneeling with her ass upturned in large mute offering toward Jack's back.
"But it's ... that's ... it would hurt!" Mary shivered.
Then they all chuckled, and she got the old cliche in a chorus of their voices. "Only for a little while!"
Squeezing her a last time, Jack went over to the kneeling blonde. He squatted behind her. Staring, Mary began to edge forward and sidewise. She just had to see this. She couldn't believe it.
He was stroking Bonnie's upturned butt. "Umm," she sighed. Then Mary saw Jack spit into his hand, and again, and grease his standing cock with his spit-glistening hand. Immediately he pushed the tip of it down and adjusted the angle of his kneeling to direct the blood-swollen head of his penis between the large white moons of Bonnie's butt.
"U-uhh!" Mary gasped.
"Unnnnnnnnh!" Bonnie gasped.
Mary didn't know about the Vaseline with which Bonnie had liberally smeared her asshole, nor about last night's "practice." She knew only that she was watching a huge, spit-slick male organ sink voluptuously between the plump white cheeks, into her hole, in and in, until the kneeling girl's juicy inner ass engulfed him to the balls and he knelt triumphantly behind her. He straightened up, on his knees. His thighs were pressed firmly against Bonnie's buttocks.
"My gosh!" Mary exclaimed in a low voice. "I-I didn't think it was possible. B-Bonnie? Doesn't it hurt?"
Braced with her palms on the mat at which she stared, Bonnie said, "Sure, a little. It does when it first comes into your pussy too, doesn't it?"
"I ... I ... I don't believe it!!" Mary knelt impulsively beside her sorority sister-to be. Her hand slithered under the other girl's plump belly, even plumper now that it was directed downward. Mary felt the pale, sparse hair, the raw red flesh of the cunt lips, their gaping aspect and the fact that they were very moist.
Starting to explore them in quest of Jack's cock, her fingers, two of them, slurped accidentally into Bonnie's wet pussy. At once, it squeezed her.
Bonnie shuddered and sighed. "Oh, thank you, darling! I need something there, too!"
Jack felt the fingers slithering about over his cock, separated by inner flesh layers that were little more than tissue-thin membranes.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" he asked.
Mary's large eyes stared up at his hood. She wiggled the fingers again, experimentally, and he lurched a little as she stroked his ass-imbedded cock. His lurch transferred itself, via that deep thrust pole, to Bonnie's body. She too jerked, with a little gasp.
"Your ... it really is up her ... up her back!" Mary cried incredulously.
"Of course, silly," Bonnie grunted. "Why should we lie to you?" Then she groaned aloud; Mary had withdrawn her fingers and was staring at them. They were coated with slimy cunt juice.
"Oh please ... won't you put them back in me, Mary?"
"Go ahead, darling," Jack urged. "I loved feeling your fingers on my prick, there's only a Utile piece of skin separating this hole from that one."
Mary shivered and her face flushed. Her expression became one of consummate lust. She rammed her hand back beneath Bonnie. Bonnie bucked and cried out This time it was three fingers that forced their way up her cuntal cavity, and it was forced tight by the big pole up the adjoining passage. She felt absolutely stuffed. And both Jack's cock and Mary's fingers were very tightly gripped indeed.
Holding onto the kneeling blonde's broad hips, her kneeling buggerer began pushing intimately in and out of her asshole. She arched her back and moaned. Her big dangling breasts swung and brushed the exercise mat with their swollen tips as she bucked and rotated her hips, squealing in utter delight and true impalement as his big cock danced in and out of her anus.
With each in-thrust, he could feel not only the furling tight tube of her soft rectal channel, but the pressure against the base of his prodding prick, too, from Mary's engulfed fingers. She wiggled them, inside Bonnie's pussy. They grew wetter and wetter, and the delicate lips suddenly began oozing a clear warm elixir that glistened on Mary's wrist. She stared at it, then began running her fingers in and out
"One," Jack said, "two ... in ... out. . And thus, with" his counting time, the two of them achieved a rhythm. Mary's fingers and his cock slid into the other girl in unison, pulled suckingly out in unison, and plunged within again, together.
Again and again, holding wide the firm bulging globes of her rump, he watched his swollen penis penetrate and sink far in, oozing up her hungry gasping anus to disappear deep within her rectum.
Aware of movements all around him, he glanced up and about. The other members of the Venus Club were gathering, bending forward, watching with avidly bright eyes. Eunice had a hand at her crotch and seemed to be minus a couple of fingers. While Sandra toyed with her own tits, Laura was toying with her ass. And Dawn stood with wide-parted legs, unconsciously displaying her deep-cleft snatch in open invitation and longing.
My harem! Jack mused.
He reached up with one hand and tugged at Dawn's leg. "Won't you join us, dear? Kneel right here beside Bonnie...."
She did, and in moments he had his cock up Bonnie's hole and his finger sliding about in Dawn's. Her eyes suddenly lighting up, Eunice swung a leg-carefully over Dawn's back, apologized when she inadvertently kicked Bonnie, and settled her booted foot down between the two side-by-side kneeling girls. She" faced Jack, grinning down at him. Then she settled her bottom onto Dawn's, and the bright red lips of her vulva popped apart to leer at Jack.
Turning his hand, he managed to get his thumb into her cunt while continuing to keep Dawn's anus pierced with his finger. Reaching down, leaning slightly sidewise, he found Mary's mossy mound and ran a finger into the crease.
"Uh ... ah! Oh, yes!" she sighed, hunching the finger in her cunt while slithering three of her own in and out of the other girl.
Jack looked up at Sandra and Laura, both watching with left-out expressions.
"Do each other," he said.
"But. . Sandra began. Laura rolled her eyes at the other girl, biting her lip.
"Do each other," Jack said. And don't forget the record."
With a hurt look at him, Sandra pulled Laura down and they began sliding their fingers in and out of each other's juicy gaps. Disturbed by his attentions to everyone else and his lack of movements in her, Bonnie leaned well forward, then rammed herself back. Her wagging, jerking hips caressed the truncheon of his sex as it plummeted deeply up her rectum and throbbed hugely inside that soft dewy canal.
His prick rushed in and out of Bonnie's ass and was caressed by Mary's fingers. His finger probed Mary's cunt, she working herself around to get a deeper impalement. Sandra and Laura were now fingerfucking each other avidly, while Laura chewed her friend's naked scarlet-crested breast And Jack's thumb explored Eunice's open, oozing slit while another finger of the same hand probed Dawn's asshole.
John Huffman sat on the steps, grinning as he aimed his almost-silent movie camera at them and swung it steadily back and forth over the wild orgiastic scene.
So Jack thinks he has something on them, hmm? he thought. Wait till he learns he's going to have to share his sweet little teenage harem!
