Gina had just emerged from the shower, dripping wet, and was leaning against the sink. Ann drew in a quick breath upon seeing the girl's naked loveliness. Gina's breasts were perfectly shaped; the nipples very dark. As Ann watched, she caressed them with her fingertips and brought them up to a full, throbbing degree of hardness. The nipples changed color before her very eyes, becoming much darker and more highly flushed with passionate warmth.
Ann was paralyzed, totally unable to move. The sight struck her with a raw, violent power that rendered her helpless. She had never before had the opportunity to watch a woman playing with herself.
CHAPTER ONE
"Ann Baltrop? This is Dick Daltrey. I was wondering if perhaps you could drop in at my office later this afternoon? Say, about four-thirty?"
"Er, yes, Mr. Daltrey," Ann said. "I can be there."
"Very good," Daltrey replied. "I'll see you then."
"Daltrey? What was that all about?"
Ann looked over at the tall, elegantly dressed black woman occupying the desk beside her own in the crowded office. Julia Fair lifted those exquisitely plucked eyebrows questioningly and grinned broadly. Her expression also managed to convey a hint of bawdy interest, one that was quite out of keeping with her otherwise suave air.
"He wants me to come by his office this afternoon," Ann explained. "At four-thirty, he said. Didn't say what it was about, though."
"Hot damn, he's warm for your form!" Julia muttered, keeping her voice down but looking very excited. "Yeah, it's going to be out to some dimly lit bar for a few drinks and then back to his place! Mmmm, this time tomorrow you'll be on the track for a lot of promotions, I can see it all now!"
"Oh, don't be silly!" Ann protested. "He isn't interested in me, surely. It's probably something to do with a case. Hey, I wonder which one I've screwed up now?"
"Bullshit, it's about a case!" Julia scoffed. "That Roseanne Cumby, up in the accounting office? Drives that big, shiny, new Trans Am? Six months ago she was shuffling cases around just like you and me, honey, and then, bam! She gets this call from ol' Dickie Boy and the next thing you know he's banging her in his office, out in the stock room, out on the fire escape, all over the place! Like to wore that poor little girl to a pulp, he did!"
"Oh, that's just office gossip!" Ann protested. "Really? If you'd been here to see the look on her face after she'd been in to his office for one of those extended 'conferences' they were having all the time, you wouldn't say 'office gossip!'" Julia chuckled. "Lord, sometimes she'd come back looking like homemade shit! I mean, her eyes would be crossed, her cheeks flushed, her hair all messed up every which way, just barely able to walk! Yeah, and why was she telling me about the whang he had on him? Huh! Said that thing was about as long as her forearm and a hell of a lot thicker, she did!"
"My God!" Ann involuntarily looked down at her own forearm. Even though she was barely five feet tall and weighed less than one hundred pounds, the member was still large enough for her heart to skip a beat or two when she tried to visualize a prick that size. "She ... she couldn't be serious!"
"I'm just telling you what she told me," Julia vowed. "Yeah, said it was made out of solid steel, something like that, and it just wouldn't go down, no matter what! Yeah, and she said he was pretty good at muff diving, too!"
"I don't believe it," Ann said. "It couldn't be that large!"
"You can believe it or not," Julia continued. "That's just what Roseanne told me. Said it was the biggest damned thing she'd ever seen on a man."
"She, er, she liked him, I take it? I mean, she preferred someone who ... well, who was so large?"
"Oh, I still don't know if she really liked him," Julia said. "But he sure had an effect on her, you could see that clear across the parking lot. Maybe it just blew her mind, having all that meat to play with, so that she never could get down to just plain enjoying it, I don't know."
Ann lapsed into a brief silence. She pictured Richard Daltrey in her mind's eye, seeing a man in his mid-thirties, of medium height and medium build, with straw-blonde hair and deeply set blue eyes. An Assistant Director of the local Department of Human Resources, Plans and Policies Division, he stood high enough in the departmental hierarchy to be able to oversee the advancement of an employee in whom he took a special interest. Ann did not especially care about advancing herself through granting sexual favors but she could not deny that Daltrey might be capable of exciting her into a course of action she might later regret.
"I guess I'll just have to play it by ear," Ann finally said. "I don't really think he's looking for a bedtime partner, though. I mean, he's barely even noticed me since I've been working here."
"Maybe not, but who knows what's been going on behind those blue eyes of his?" Julia asked. "I've heard that he was getting in pretty tight with some broad who works for the public health people but I don't know about that. Hell, maybe it's that skinny little ass of yours that gets him off-he just wants to see if he can cram all that meat into somebody as little and skinny as you!"
Ann had to grin at that jibe. Julie often chided her for her slight build and frequently told her that she would have to gain ten or fifteen more pounds if she were not to be mistaken for a boy more frequently. It was a fitting enough jest; Ann realized that there was little enough difference between her body and that of a boy's. She envied Julia's full, firm breasts and had often said as much, although her own lack of bust development did not prevent her from getting her share of attention from the opposite sex.
"My, he just might have a problem fitting it all in," she said, impishly smiling, "if he's as big as Roseanne said!"
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind having a little of the surplus myself," Julia drawled. "Hey, if he comes on real strong and you get scared of that big dong of his, why don't you check him out and see if he likes dark meat? I could use a healthy little promotion myself right now!"
"You're impossible!" Ann giggled. "I suppose you're right, though-if he really is that large, there just might be enough for the two of us. I'll keep it in mind, I promise you that."
They went back to work. Since joining the department four months ago, fresh out of the University of Texas with a bachelor's degree in social work, Ann had acquired a sizable case load of clients. Like Julia, she was a conscientious worker, despite the air of levity they sometimes adopted, and she found a great deal of satisfaction in helping people cope with the crises in which they found themselves.
Gee, what if he really does want to start something? Ann asked herself as she worked her way through the accumulated file folders. Would he really be enough of a chauvinist to trade promotion for sex? Oh, surely he could find enough women on his own without that kind of macho foolishness, as attractive as he is. You never can tell about them, though ... there was that Professor Lennart, at the University, such a hunk of man! And he made it perfectly clear that he'd give me an A in that course if I went down on him, the bastard! That certainly ruined his chances; I wonder if he ever stopped to think that I'd have done it to him for nothing, if only he'd showed just the slightest trace of human consideration? Damn, it would be so nice if people could just do it and not expect anything special in return! Or maybe ... how big did Julia say? A forearm? My God, that's inhuman, nobody could be hung like that! Mmmm, maybe there really can be too much of a good thing, who knows? I'm just not sure I could handle anything like that!
Ann had another hour in which to work before reporting to Daltrey's office. She worked steadily, occasionally looking up to ask Julia's advice about an obscure point, and had the satisfaction of emptying her "In" tray just before she had to leave her desk. Julia looked up and wished her well, grinning sardonically, as she prepared to leave.
"I'm sure that nothing at all is going to come of this," Ann said, pretending a disdainful, highly superior air. "But if by chance he wants to promote me, make me Executive Director of the Department, I'll be sure to create a job for you. Say, custodian of the Departmental Peter Meter? You could travel around the state checking out all the eligible men, making measurements and things like that. After all, that's an area of human resources that we don't even recognize yet!"
"Mmmmm, wouldn't that be a kick? I can just see it now," Julia said, her big, round eyes dancing mischievously. '"You, there, young man, drop your jeans and allow me to ascertain the dimensions of your dong! Step right up, sir, and submit to my electronic Peter Meter!' Yeah, some hot shit, that job'd be! You can pencil me in right now, honey, I'm ready to go to work!"
"On the other hand," Ann said, continuing the verbal charade, "it wouldn't do for the field workers to become too, er, involved in their work. Perhaps we could use you in the office for collating and filing the accumulated data. Perhaps it would be better to send someone else out for the actual field work-say, someone like Miss Harmes?"
They both broke up at that. Miss Harmes, a gaunt, forbidding woman of about thirty, regularly expressed her detestation of the opposite sex, all of whom were, in her words, "agents of Satan," and Ann would have been hard pressed indeed to have found a more un-likely candidate for the "position" she had just created.
"I'll certainly be looking out for your best interests," Ann gaily promised as she left the little office. "There'll be great things in your future!"
"Yeah. Make it one about nine inches long," Julia said, rolling her eyes in a lewdly expressive way. "And just big enough around that I'd have a hard time wrapping my fingers around it. That'd do for a starter, I guess, until I could find me a real man, somebody really hung well!"
Ann was thus in a relatively unsettled frame of mind when she reached Daltrey's office a floor above her own. She did not really expect that he would proposition her, but Julia's warning had brought that possibility to mind with a clarity that could not be dispelled. Daltrey rose from his cluttered desk and shook her hand, then escorted her over to a couple of chairs beside the window overlooking downtown Houston.
"You seem to be a little unsettled," he said after they had sat down. "I suppose you're expecting me to offer you a proposition, eh? A fat little promotion for some sexual favors, something along that line? No, you needn't bother denying it; I know what kind of reputation I have in the office! And, to tell the truth, it's not entirely an undeserved reputation! But this is somewhat more serious, what I have in mind for you today. Let's see, you've been with us for ... three months?"
"Er, a ... a little over four," Ann said, completely at a loss now that he had brought the subject into the open so frankly and had then appeared to dismiss it. "Closer to five, actually."
"I don't mind saying that if I were going to trade promotions for sexual favors, I'd certainly be tempted to start with you," he said. "I mean, you're very attractive, you know. But actually it's a very different sort of proposal I have in mind for you. Not that you wouldn't stand to get a nice little promotion out of it, of course! Tell me this: what do you know about my position with the department?"
"Well, it's Policies and Planning," she said, "so I suppose that means about what it says. But I don't actually know anything about it, not really."
"Policies and Planning is a house with many rooms," he said, "or several, at any rate. To be very specific about it, I'm a ... a kind of snooper. I'm concerned with fraud, cheats, that sort of thing."
"Oh? I thought it was the accounting department that caught those people. At least, that's what office gossip says."
"Yes, the accounting people do a very good job, on the whole," Daltrey admitted. "But they're concerned mainly with individuals. My branch is more concerned with what we might call institutional fraud. Crooked firms, that kind of thing."
"I don't quite understand," Ann said. "I mean, I didn't know we dealt with firms at all."
"No, perhaps you wouldn't," he said. He took a moment to look through a folder on his desk. "Yes, I see here that you've been concerned with case work only since you finished your training period. Very well, sit back and let me give you a few more details about another part of our department's operations." , He took three or four minutes to explain himself. During that time, Ann learned that the Texas Department of Human Resources handled much more than the ordinary type of welfare case that she had come to be familiar with. There was a substantial group of adolescents, for example, who had been placed in foster homes; most of them came under the department's jurisdiction and these, it appeared, were the group with which Daltrey was most concerned at the moment.
There were upwards of a hundred foster homes in the state, for example, which had been organized along corporate lines. The majority, he said, were operated by church or other charitable organizations and were generally well run. These were not the subject of his concern.
"There's another category which can be a little more dubious," he said. "The majority of these cases are nothing but profit-making enterprises. Now from what you know already about the legislature, you can be pretty sure that there isn't very much money to be made out of a foster home, not if the organizers keep the standards up, right?"
"I don't know what the rates or provisions are," Ann admitted, "but if the legislature is very generous there, I'd certainly be surprised!"
"I admire your good sense, if not your cynicism," he said, smiling. "You're right: the proprietors of the home get a daily stipend for each child they're assigned, but it's hardly enough to warrant a good return on the capital invested."
"Then why should anyone want to operate a foster home?" she asked. "If they're not with a church, or a group like that?"
"Exactly!" he said, nodding his approval. "Why indeed? We try to keep a pretty close eye on them but it's hard, it's very hard to come up with anything decisive."
"I still don't understand," she said. "Not really, I mean. Why me? What has all this got to do with me? I don't think any of the people in my files have had anything to do with foster homes."
"Ah! It isn't the people in your files that I'm interested in," he said. "The subject of consideration here is you!"
"Me?"
"Yes. We'd like to put an investigator into one of those homes, one I've had my people watching closely for some time. We'd like for you to be that investigator."
"Me! My God, I don't know anything about ... I mean...!"
"I know, it's a rather sudden blow," Daltrey said. "And you certainly don't have to make up your mind right now."
"B-b-but Mr. Daltrey," she sputtered. "I've just started working with the department and I can barely find my way through-"
"Here, now, I know all that for myself," he broke in to say. "I have been reading your personnel file rather carefully, after all! If we'd wanted a person with five or ten years' experience in the department, we'd have chosen someone else."
"Yes, I guess I can see that," she said, crestfallen. "I'm sorry, Mr. Daltrey, I shouldn't be telling you your business."
"Indeed you shouldn't," he said, though he softened his words with a smile. "For the kind of operation we have in mind, I believe that you'll do very well."
"Er, what kind of operation is it?"
"Ah! That will take some telling," he said. As he spoke he looked down at the watch on his left wrist. "I have an appointment upstairs in ... three minutes, so I won't be able to go into it now. All I wanted to do, actually, was to check your reaction, see if you'd be interested. If you want to learn more about the details, I'd suggest that ... well, let's see. Actually, I'd very much prefer that we discuss this outside the building; the less obvious the connection between us the better, from now on. What would you say to dinner tonight? Could you meet me at Jacko's at, say, six? I'd better warn you, first of all, that your reputation might suffer! Of course, since I've specifically asked to see you, rumors are probably flying already!"
"Oh, I daresay that my reputation can look out for myself," she said. "With a little help from me, that is! I've got to admit that you have really gotten my curiosity going strong; I'd like to know more about this scheme of yours. Very well, six o'clock it is, at Jacko's."
He ushered her from the office and went on to his appointment with one of the department's upper echelon administrators. Ann got back to her office in time to see Julia, who had lagged behind to finish one last folder, and found that the woman was full of questions.
"Well? Is it true?" Julia demanded as soon as she had entered the office. "Is it really as big as Roseanne said?"
"Oh, silly, it's nothing like that!" Ann said, blushing wildly. "He was a perfect gentleman, come to think of it." .
"Oh? You mean he licked it off before he stuck something in? That's what I always heard about gentlemen; either that or how they supported seventy-five per cent of their weight on their knees and elbows!"
"Julia, you're impossible, you really are. Come on, let's go over to Armstrong's Bar for a drink. I'll tell you all about it then, promise. But only if you promise to cut out all this foolishness!"
CHAPTER TWO
Ann was not sure exactly how much she ought to tell Julia about Daltrey's reason for calling her to his office. He had not specifically warned her against telling anyone about the task he had mentioned, which made her think that perhaps she could mention it to Julia. On the other hand, he had made a point of wanting to discuss the details outside the office, leading her to suspect that he might not want the news to be circulated very widely at all. She had absolute faith in Julia's discretion, knowing that the woman's frivolous, jocular air was just that, but as they left the building and walked across the street to the bar they used for after-work drinking, she decided that it would be better to use a slight deception.
"He was telling me about a job in the Policies and Planning division," she said when they had ordered drinks and were settled in a rear booth.
"Or at least, he was asking me if I'd be interested in a job, I mean."
"I always thought that was just a name on a door," Julia commented. "I mean, I never heard of anybody doing anything up there."
"I'm not very clear on what the job would be, exactly," Ann confessed. "He's ... he's going to meet me later. We're to talk about it in more detail later tonight."
"Uh-oh! That sounds like the old proposition!"
"Julia! I don't think he's leading up to anything like that," Ann protested. "If you could have heard him you wouldn't say that, I'm sure you wouldn't. Julia, he went out of his way to warn me of the reputation he had in the office, said that there would already be rumors about me, just because I was up there talking to him!"
"Hey, that's a new angle!" Julia said. "What a line! Total honesty, I like that!"
"Oh, you're just impossible. Really, he didn't try anything out of line, nothing of the sort. And I'm sure he won't try anything later tonight. And do you know something? I'm not sure whether I like that very much or not, to tell the truth. He is a handsome devil, you know? Yes, pretty attractive, come to think of it."
"Honey, he'll be in your panties before they have dessert on the table," Julia prophesied. "Well, just remember all your old friends back in the slave quarters, that's all I've got to say."
"I'll have my chauffeur drop off little baskets of bon bons every morning," Ann said. "That's after he's dropped me off at the governor's mansion, you understand."
They moved around to other conversational topics and spent a very pleasant half-hour in the bar. Jacko's, one of the better restaurants, was about twenty minutes away, almost directly on the line of travel Ann would take in driving back to her apartment. She and Julia parted with plenty of time for her to get there at six, or a few minutes before; Ann left her friend with a promise to deliver a fuller account the next morning.
Daltrey had already reserved a table and was sitting at it when the headwaiter showed Ann into the dining room. He greeted her warmly and insisted that she have a second drink. Apologizing for discussing business over dinner, he proceeded to give her a fuller account of the job he had in mind for her.
"Do you know where Rosenburg is?" he asked. "A short distance southwest of here, right? Well, there's one of these foster homes there-the Lone Oak Home for Wayward Children, to give it its full name. I won't bother going into the details of the investigation which made us suspicious, but it's fairly clear that there are some odd aspects to the place. We'd like to plant an agent there to do some on-the-spot checking, someone who could get some familiarity with the routine and perhaps check out the reports we have already."
"And that's what you want me to do," Ann said. "Be there on the spot?"
"That's it," Daltrey agreed. "I think you'd be perfect for the kind of cover I have in mind. I believe you could pose as a college student looking' for a temporary job as a sort of residence counsellor, something of that sort, and claim that you needed the experience to go with some course work. You could easily pass for a college student still, especially with a few changes in dress."
"It certainly sounds interesting enough," Ann admitted. "I wouldn't have the faintest idea what to look for, though."
"Neither do we," Daltrey confessed. "It appears that you have a pretty good head on your shoulders, though, and I've got a feeling that having someone there for a time, able to observe the day-to-day operations, could perhaps learn a lot more than we'll ever find out just by collecting reports. You don't have to decide right away; take a couple of days to think it over, if you like. Meantime we can enjoy our meal, eh?"
Ann agreed that she would give the proposal a careful and thoughtful consideration, though she was virtually positive at that moment that she would take the job. She asked him if there were any need for secrecy, specifying her friendship with Julia as the reason for her question, and he said that it would be perfectly all right for her to discuss the matter with her friend, though he would prefer that word of the project go no farther than the two of them.
During the remainder of the meal Daltrey devoted himself to being the best dining companion possible. He led her into several different areas of conversation and they discovered several mutual interests. Ann also found that she was liking him more and more, so that when he finally asked her, after their coffee, to go back to his apartment she agreed easily enough.
They decided that she would follow him in her car. This gave her plenty of time in which to think about what she was letting herself in for and the result was, that by the time she parked her car in front of his apartment complex she was already highly aroused. From the moment she had agreed to his suggestion she had been thinking about the rumor Julia had reported, Roseanne Cumby's tales about the gargantuan size of Daltrey's prick, and wondering if there were any truth to the story. The prospect of finding out for herself was highly agreeable to her.
Although she was much shorter than the average and slight in build, Ann had long ago discovered that she enjoyed herself best with men owning sexual equipment larger than normal. Mere size was, of course, no sure guarantee of sexual pleasure, as she had also discovered, but if she were forced to choose between two men of roughly equal charm and attractiveness, she would definitely pick the one with the larger cock. During the drive she had repeatedly looked down at her own forearm and had tried to translate its dimensions into the shape of a prick. She could not easily imagine any man having a tool of that size, of course, and if Daltrey happened to be that well endowed she might have to think twice about her agreement.
I suppose we'll just have to wait and see about that, she said to herself as she drove over the busy streets of Houston. There have got to be limits, I guess; I mean, we aren't just infinitely flexible, down there. God, what if he really is too big? I think I'd just die of embarrassment, if it turned out that he really was so big he just couldn't get it in at all! Surely he won't be that big, though. Mmmm, it really would be a nice thing, if we had something like a Peter Meter after all, so that you could look it up in a file of some sort, check the guy out beforehand. But then you'd want to have some entries about his style, too, about how well he could use it, about whether he liked to ... well, all that kind of thing!
Daltrey parked in front of the apartment complex to which he had led her. They got out of their cars and walked toward each other. Aware of his gaze, Ann swung her hips about slightly more than usual as she moved along and she took his hand when she reached his side. The mere touch of their fingers set off little, fiery tingles of anticipation, almost as though his fingers were touching her in more intimate places. She liked the touch of his hand, which carried a promise of strength and assurance.
Once inside the apartment they wasted little time with preliminaries. She could read the desire in his penetrating blue eyes and she did not attempt to disguise her own interest. Being almost a foot taller, he had to bend down to kiss her willing lips, but she tilted her head far back and moved closer to him. She could feel his prick stirring within his trousers, stiffening even then as it pressed against her lower belly, and she rubbed herself against its warmth and thickness. She was not able to judge from that contact whether Roseanne Cumby's story was true or not, though she could tell that he was certainly excitable enough.
"The bedroom's through there," he said, nodding toward an archway across the room. "And the bath is beyond that. What would you say to sharing a bath? I have a tub that's positively Roman, it's so voluptuous."
"Yes, I think that would be nice," she said, well aware of the fact that she had a coating of the usual grime one accumulates during a day's work. "Let's see that marvel of depravity."
He had not exaggerated his claim, she discovered. His bathroom was very large and one corner of the room was occupied by a massive sunken tub all of five feet square. Daltrey dribbled a quantity of bath crystals into the tub, turned on the water and adjusted it to the proper temperature.
"That isn't a bathtub, that's a pool!" she exclaimed. "Mmmm, I'd hate to know what that does to your water bill!"
"I don't use it very often," he admitted. "Just for special occasions."
"I'm honored," she said.
"The honor's at least as much mine," he replied. "You're very lovely, you know."
He led her back into the bedroom and began undressing. Although Ann certainly was no virgin-she had been very active sexually in the seven years since Jimmy Beekmann had introduced her-to sexual intercourse-she had not undressed herself often enough in front of a man to be able to do so without a trace of embarrassment. The easy, casual way in which Daltrey doffed his own clothes helped her a great deal, however, and she was soon stripped naked. He watched her with evident interest. She hesitated a moment before peeling down her panties and stepping out of them but finally did so. The act had a great deal more sexual excitement than she would have guessed: displaying her body to a man so interested, she found, stirred her lusts tremendously and brought her to a much higher state of arousal.
Daltrey's cock was already creating a formidable bulge in the front of his briefs, she saw. The instrument seemed to fill the skimpy band of cotton knit around his hips, so that she could easily suppose that the rumors she had heard were true. He peeled the briefs down and the tool swung free. Her eyes widened with shock when she saw the thing nakedly: it was indeed immense and already bone-hard. While it was probably not as large as her forearm, it was undoubtedly a monster and easily the largest prick she had ever seen. A nervous flutter of sexual anxiety beat through her loins when she had digested her first peek and had contemplated the reality of his prick boring up into her tender, highly inflamed body.
"Let's go see about the water," he said. "If I stand here looking at you much longer I'll forget all about the bath. God, you're even more beautiful than I'd hoped!"
Ann did not trust her lips enough at that moment to venture a reply. She had not realized that he was so handsome a man; his body, well conditioned and tanned all over, looked far more desirable now that he had stripped it bare. He came toward her, put one arm around her waist and gently nudged her back into the bathroom, where they slipped into the hot, foaming water. She quivered as the water lapped up her thighs and then against her naked pussy.
"A fine way to relax," he murmured.
"So long as you don't relax too much!" she replied, punctuating her remark by reaching out to take his prick in her right hand. She had been longing to hold that remarkably developed implement ever since seeing it for the first time and now found that it felt every bit as erotic as it looked. She could touch her thumb to her index and middle fingers, with the thick shaft between them, but just barely. "No, you seem to be partially immune, I guess!"
"The water won't do much for that condition," he said. "For that, more drastic remedies will be needed."
"Yes, I have some ideas about how to do that," she said. "My God, it's so big!"
"But not too big, I hope. I'd prefer to think that it's just right!"
"We'll have to see about that, won't we?" Ann asked, enjoying the tension growing between them and continuing to hold onto his cock. "Only time will tell."
They spent fifteen minutes in the tub and spent virtually all of it in exciting each other still more. Daltrey found a big sponge and worked it over Ann's body with care. She quivered with special force as the rough texture of the sponge grated over her painfully enlarged nipples, which had flushed a deep, violet maroon with her passion, and nearly cried out with delight when he bent down to kiss one of them. Her own hands wandered over his body with increasing freedom but concentrated most of their attention on his cock and the massive pair of balls swinging below it.
He had spread a bathmat on the floor beside the tub and gently urged her to lie on it. She allowed herself to be persuaded and assumed a position that enabled him to sit in the water while leaning out over the edge to work his face down closer to her pussy. At first he avoided that tender, flame-hot slit, however, and kept his distance in order to examine it more carefully. He urged her to use her own fingers to display the sensual orifice and she did so, shuddering with anticipation as she opened the lividly aroused fold of flesh. Ann had never before conducted herself in such a brazen fashion but Daltrey's urging prompted her to make the effort. Doing so, she discovered, setoff exceptionally strong vibrations of sexual hunger within her body and made her more eager than ever for his touch.
"Such a lovely little thing!" he whispered. "What do you call it, Ann? To yourself, I mean? When you're thinking about it? What word do you use?"
"I ... I say pussy," she faltered. "Or sometimes I say cunt, if I mean the part up inside. I know, a lot of women don't like the words but ... they've always seemed so ... well, just so super-sexy to me!"
"Yes, they seem that way to me too," he said. "It's such a lovely thing! Don't you agree? Don't you like looking at it when you're alone, playing with yourself?"
"I ... how did you know that?" Ann whispered, shocked at his knowledge. "I've never told anyone about that!"
"Hey, it's nothing awful!" he assured her. "Of course you should look at it, enjoy it, play with it. Don't you like the feeling of making yourself excited? Whether you intend getting off or not?"
"Oh, God, yes!" she panted. "I love being turned on, even turning myself on! I don't know of anything better than that feeling, of feeling it getting all tight and hot and wet, of making it so tender, so alive with feeling and all!"
"Do you like being eaten?" he asked. "I was hoping you'd want me to do it to you that way! God, I'd love tasting you, working my tongue all over you, driving it all the way up inside you!"
He pressed a cheek against the inside of her right thigh-she had drawn her legs up in response to the gentle pressure of his hands and he now pressed her legs back further still, so that her knees were almost touching her nipples-and then kissed that tender, exquisitely sensitive flesh. At once a Shockwave of sexual elation spread outward from the point of contact. She groaned savagly and twisted about as the sensations mounted within her body. Her fingers pressed even more firmly against her pussy and set off additional spasms of lustful feeling within her loins.
"Ohhhh, God! You're making me so hot!"
Daltrey now moved his mouth down to the apex of her spread thighs. Ignoring the presence of her fingers, he extended his tongue to caress her vulva and brushed it over the painfully sensitized flesh with light strokes. Ann instinctively moved her fingers apart and spread the inner lips wider, opening the supremely tender inner regions to him. His tongue dipped between those splayed lips and tested the vaginal opening, a very small and tight crescent of flesh; the girl moaned harder and then gasped aloud.
"Jesus, you're killing me!" she panted. "Ohhhhh, it's so good, it's ... agghhhh! Omigod, it's here, it's here already, I'm-unnngghhhhhhh! Owwwwwwww!"
Daltrey snaked the tip of his tongue into the rim of her tightly stretched cunt and probed gently at the inner opening. Her excitement was generating a prodigious flow of sexual lubricant, faintly sweet and extremely erotic in taste. He scooped up the liquid with his tongue and returned for more, working deeper; every thrust drew additional cries of strangled joy from her throat. Within a moment or two she felt her womb pop open with a quick, convulsive jerk and release the flood of sexual tension gathered inside it. Coming with prodigal force, she twisted about on the bathmat and ground her pussy against his face. As the waves of orgiastic frenzy reached their peak, she moved her index fingers up to her clitoris and gave it a quick rub; the resulting blast of sexual sensation brought sharper cries of elation from her lips and gave her the final dose of joy she needed to bring her pussy to an absolute peak of shuddering completion.
"God, you're quick!" Daltrey murmured after a moment.
"I ... I'm sorry, it's just that-"
"Hey, I didn't mean it to be critical," he interrupted to say. "My God, no! I loved it, feeling you get off like that! It was super, honest!"
His quick correction mollified her, though she still felt a trace of embarrassment at the promptness of her sexual response. She had not intended to come that quickly, but then neither had she sought to hold it back; her response had been quick and entirely instinctive. Daltrey bent down to give her pussy one final kiss before he straightened up in the tub. Ann still lay on the bathmat, half-stunned by the force of the climax which had ripped through her body.
"I love to feel a woman come," he said. "It's absolutely the most erotic thing in the world, I guess. It's always been the greatest turn-on for me."
"Yeah," she said, gulping and concentrating in order to gain fuller control of her faculties. "I, uh, I sort of liked it too! Mmmmm, it was so strong! Just a killer, it really was!"
"Not that much, I hope," he said, grinning bashfully. At that moment her heart went out to him more than ever. "I mean, I hope it didn't finish you for the night!"
"Oh, nothing like that!" she hastened to assure him. "Well, maybe I was dead for a minute or so, but you're going to see me doing a Lazarus number in just a few seconds."
"Oh? Perhaps I should wave my magic wand over you," he said, reaching down to his cock significantly. "Is that what it would take?"
Ann now rose up into a sitting position. Emboldened by his playful air, she scooted closer to the edge of the tub. A light of exultant energy sparkled in her dark eyes as she positioned her heels on the very edge of the tub and pushed her hips toward them. Shifting her position about brought her pussy very close to the water and when she had moved her feet farther apart, the dark, livid slit was easily available to him.
"Instead of just waving it around in the air," she said, her voice tense and coarse with a passion she did not bother to conceal, "why not use it a little better?"
He grinned at that and moved closer to her. The tub was not deep enough for him to get his prick anywhere close to her pussy while standing and if he knelt down, the shaft would not clear the tub's edge. He compromised by leaning against the edge and adjusting his stance until the broad, swollen head aimed directly at that morsel of hot, moist flesh she had placed so adroitly before him.
"You'll have to guide it in," he said. "I've got to hold myself up with both hands."
"I believe I could do that," Ann said. "Yes, I'm sure of it!"
She reached down between her thighs to take the thick, muscular beam of hot flesh in her fingers. First she peeled back the foreskin to expose the big, dark head completely. Doing so brought new life flowing through her pussy and further prepared her for the next stage of the act. She held the loose skin back, almost visibly shuddering at the sight of the purple, arrow-shaped head, and guided him closer to her throbbing slit. He moved in close enough for the head to brush against the flagrantly swollen inner lips and she moved the shaft about, causing the big, knobby tip to rub against her flesh with greater force.
"My God, it's got electricity in it!" she gasped, jerking about heavily as the initial contact sent hearty spasms of lustful delight shooting through her loins. "Ohh, that feels so ... ugghhhhh! God, so sexy!"
"Rub it up good," he told her. "Damn, you feel so hot against me! Can you get it in? Will it go like this?"
"I ... I don't know yet," she muttered. "Ohhhh, you're just so big, so big and hot! Try again and-ugghhhh!-ohhh, damn, my legs are up too far! It isn't going to work this way!"
"Do you want to go on?" he asked. "I mean, go on to try it some other way?"
"Yes! Ohhh, yes! I want it, I want to feel it going in, all the way in! God, I want to ... I want to feel everything!"
CHAPTER THREE
Ann's position, perched at the edge of the tub with her knees tucked up almost under her chin, had not been very favorable for the act they both wanted. The unusually large dimensions of Daltrey's prick compounded that difficulty. He could perhaps have pushed the brutally swollen tool into her pussy but only by dint of a considerable effort, one that would undoubtedly have caused her a great deal of discomfort. They wisely pulled back and decided to try another position.
"It felt good, though," she muttered. "When you were pushing it up against me, I mean. I ... I just couldn't stretch that much, though."
"It's all right," he said. "Let's get dried off and go back in the bedroom. It'll be better there."
Ann's body had half-dried during the time she had been out of the tub. She quickly patted some of the more prominent wet spots and then turned her attention to Daltrey. In particular, she applied the drier end of her towel to his loins and took special care to dry his balls. Then, overcome with lustful hunger, she dropped down to her knees and took his prick in both her hands. She tilted the big rod up and kissed the under side, lavishing soft, tender caresses all along its great length.
Her lips gradually gained in boldness and soon fastened around the head of his cock. She had to open her mouth wide to encompass that mighty weapon but the fullness it gave her was enough to spark her tongue into a flurry of lewd activity. Daltrey stood quietly before her and did not move for a moment. Then he lifted both hands to her face and held her steadily. At the same time he flexed his hips and worked the broad head of his prick deeper into her mouth.
"Ahhhhh!" he groaned, throwing his head back and shuddering with sensual violence. "God, your tongue's like fire!"
Ann worked her lips as far down the shaft of his prick as she could, though her most strenuous effort brought only the head and perhaps a couple inches of the shaft into her mouth. She could, on occasion, succeed in taking all of a man's prick, having partially mastered the art of deep throating, but the extraordinary girth of Daltrey's cock would have defeated a woman far more experienced and capable than she. He fucked her mouth with easy, gentle thrusts of his hips and she felt her spirits soaring up, caught up in another spiral of hungry sexual desire.
"God, I could stand a lot more of that," he said, "but that's enough for a while. Come on, let's get on the bed."
He gently pulled her up. Ann would gladly have continued to suck at his prick but she was also very eager to adopt other pleasures. Feeling his prick working against her tongue had inevitably reminded her of the sensations she would know when the massive, broad tip began working against the interior of her vaginal canal. Her curiosity had become fully engaged and she was eager to find out if she would be able to stand the agony of being penetrated. She already knew that his cock was measurably larger than any she had ever had and she desperately wanted to have it thrust up into her cunt.
"I liked the way you were doing that," he said as they settled themselves on the big bed. "You really give great head, you know?"
"It must have been the example you set me before," she said, though she knew that she had developed a great deal of skill in that area. "I'd have gone on, you know. I mean, it's okay if you want to come, I don't mind."
She did not feel free enough with him to admit to the truth, which was that she felt an almost absurdly strong desire to feel his sperm gushing into her mouth. Her very first attempt at fell a ting a man had given her a vast feeling of lusty accomplishment. Far from being disgusted by the taste of semen in her mouth, she had relished the taste from the very start and had never found any reason to regret that fondness.
"Maybe later," he said, reaching out to wrap a powerfully muscled arm around her naked body. "Let's try something else first, huh?"
"I'm for that," she said, turning to face him and rubbing herself against his flesh. "Mmmmm, yes!"
She had to reach down and move his prick up; the rigidly aroused shaft was bumping against her belly and she flattened it between them. After a moment, though, she decided on another tactic and reached down once more. This time she positioned the broad, lengthy pillar of flesh between her thighs and sighed with pleasure as its hard, hot surface pressed against her pussy's heated lips. She squeezed her thighs together and rubbed herself along the big tool with increasing gusto.
"God, it feels like a post!" she sighed. "Mmmm, so big! I'm beginning to wonder if maybe I'll have trouble getting it in! Have you ever had that with a woman? I mean, found that you just couldn't squeeze it in?"
"No, not once," he said. He affected a kind of cool disdain but she could tell that her repeated demonstrations of concern about the size of his prick pleased him. "Maybe it isn't quite as big as you think. But nobody has ever had to back out. It'll work, I'm sure it will."
"I hope so, I really do!"
"Well, suppose we give it a try?" he suggested. "We might as well find out right now, I suppose. Ready?"
"You know it!"
Ann quickly disengaged herself and rolled onto her back. Although she was as aware of femininist arguments as anyone, and as dedicated a fighter for women's equality as anyone she knew, she could not accept the dictum of some liberationists, who scorned sex if they were asked to lie beneath a man. She had investigated the merits of the various positions with some care, as much as her partner would allow, and had come to the conclusion that for sheer voluptuous pleasure and all-out sensuality, no position could equal the one she now chose.
She thus lay back and spread her thighs wide without hesitation. Her hands went down to her pussy, where they pried open the inner lips and held them ready for him. Daltrey settled into position above her and she reached out with one hand to guide his stiff, throbbing cock down into the target she held ready for him. He moved closer but paused as soon as he felt her hot, wet flesh against the head of his cock. Ann used the hesitation to stimulate herself further; she grasped his prick more firmly and moved it around her vulva to stroke that tenderly aroused flesh and make her body even more drastically ready for him. Her pussy was again lubricating freely and the head gathered enough of that sensual love-dew to skid around easily; she gasped with delight as it brushed her clitoris, delivering an especially intimate stroke to that organ.
Daltrey moved against her, tentatively, and she quickly aimed the head of his cock down into the narrow, tensely excited opening. Even that slight degree of penetration, more a hint than the real thing, sent spasms of lustful eagerness shooting through her body and drew a long, shuddering sigh of anticipation from her throat. Fortunately he did not attempt to penetrate her suddenly.
"Slow and easy, that's the way!" she hissed, almost clenching her jaws together to keep back the cries of frantic eagerness which threatened to erupt at any moment. "God, I can feel it going in, just barely! Ooooohhh!"
Daltrey gulped with astonishment when he began trying to push the head of his prick up into the mouth of Ann's tender young cunt. The taut, resilient rim of her vagina offered more resistance to his entrance than he had encountered in several assholes. He saw at once that he would have to exercise great caution in penetrating the girl, though this awareness only made him more eager than ever to get inside her. The liquid heat of her pussy flowed up through his cock and infused the angrily aroused member with additional vitality.
"My God, you're so tight!" he exclaimed. "I've never found anybody this tight! Jesus, you're ruining my dick, you're tearing the skin off!"
His cries of elation naturally hardened her in her desire to have his prick rammed far up her cunt. He continued to press against her, still exerting that same steady force, and gradually the bulbous tip of his prick began to slip inside. Ann tilted her pelvis upward in order to give the big rod a slightly easier angle for entering her hot, tingling flesh. She worked her feet up his thighs until she found the most comfortable spot, then locked them together tightly. Her hands rested on his broad shoulders and her fingers dug into his flesh with new power.
"Agghh!" she wimpered, shuddering heavily as his cock transmitted new waves of sexual feeling to her loins. "Omigod, it's going in, I can feel it going in! It's spreading me out so wide and-unnngghhhhhh! Agghhh!-it's so big, it's so fucking big and hot and-ooooohhh! Unnngg-ghhhhhh!"
Daltrey's prick gave her an introduction to a new world of sexual feeling. Being so large, the mere entrance intensified her pussy's sensations to an incredible degree, allowing her to feel the penetration with a clarity she would not have thought possible. The simulation rapidly became so intense that it went beyond mere excitement, so that words like "good" or "painful" or "ecstatic" no longer seemed to apply.
"Ohhhhh, do it!" she panted after a moment or two, when she had somewhat recovered from the first great shock and could digest the torrent of feeling which now possessed her body. "My God, do it! Mmmmmm, I can feel it all over, it's fucking me all over, I can feel it like-ooooh! Ahhhhhhh!"
Once she had assured herself that having the head of his prick inside her pussy was not going to rip her flesh apart, Ann threw herself into the act with genuine fervor. At first she attempted a few weak, grinding motions with her hips. These gave her pussy a lightning-quick surge of feeling and spurred her on to more drastic efforts. Within a very short time she was throwing her ass about with wild, heaving abandon and found a crazed kind of joy in doing so. Her movements quickly became far more intense and within a short time she was fucking herself upon his steadily penetrating cock with relative freedom.
Daltrey responded quickly to her increased zeal. The quick, energetic tosses of her lithe hips made her pussy do marvelously creative things to his prick and he found himself warming to the task he had set himself. Drawing in a deep breath, he stiffened his body and began working his hips back and forth. His cock began pistoning back and forth inside her pussy and the friction thus created gnawed at his vitals with raw, primitive force.
He moved slightly farther up her body and Ann snapped her pelvis down, bringing her clitoris into close contact with the iron-hard shaft of his prick. As he plunged in and out with short, darting thrusts, her clitoris glided along that stiff column of hot flesh. The contact sent her spirits soaring upward and greatly strengthened the lustful urges in her body. Seconds later she felt her womb lurch heavily, almost as though it were being torn from its moorings, and then a flood of pure, physical exhilaration spread over her body with blinding speed
"Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!" she cried out as the climax burst out and exerted its dizzy spell. "Ugghhhhhhh! Omigod, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm-auurrrrgggghhhhhhh! Owwww!"
Daltrey continued to work his bulging prick back and forth within the ultra-tight grip of her pussy. The steady, gently rhythm of his motions ignited Ann's flesh with blinding quickness and helped her maintain the exceptionally high peak of feeling she had reached. She tightened her legs about his thighs and threw her pelvis up at him with abrupt, quivering thrusts, further impaling herself upon his cock and adding significantly to her pleasure. She continued to fuck at him until the furious spasms of sensual pleasure became too strong to be borne any longer. She then dropped back to the bed, relaxing, and seemed almost on the point of melting into the mattress.
He watched her carefully before ceasing his inward thrusts. Once he was certain that she had extracted the final tingles of delight from her tumultuously heaving loins, he slowed the motion of his cock and came to a halt, maintaining his position above her. About half the tool still remained outside the tight ring of flesh-guarding the entrance to her cunt.
Ann lay motionless for several moments. She gradually came back to life and looked up at him, bleary eyed and heavily flushed from her exertions. A smile spread across her lips, making her suddenly much more beautiful than before. She reached between their bodies with her right hand and checked his prick. A look of incredulous astonishment lit up her face when she found that at least half his cock had not yet been thrust into her cunt.
"My God! And I already feel as though I were about to burst wide open!" she whispered, her eyes big and round with surprise. She seemed unable to believe that so much of his prick was still outside her pussy and she reared up on an elbow to see for herself. Even from a semi-prone position, she could see that a considerable portion of the thick-shafted instrument was still in sight. "Ohhh, wow! This is almost too much! I can't believe it!"
"Now it's time to go for seconds," Daltrey said, returning her smile with a broad grin of his own. "That is, if you're ready and willing to try!"
"I'm always ready!" she instantly replied. "Just let me have a second to catch my breath and I'll ... mmmmm, it feels so good down there? Just so hard, so hot, so big and thick! And you? You haven't come yet!"
"No, I, uh, I got too tied up in enjoying the way you were coming," he said. "That was a trip all to itself."
"Damn, I'm going to start feeling self-conscious," Ann muttered. "I mean, here I've gotten off twice already, really great ones, and you're still hung up, high and dry!"
"If it would make you feel better," he said, "I guess I could let go with a real quick one. Or would you rather wait for a while?"
"Let's do it now!" she said. "God, I love it so when a fellow really lets go with everything! That's such an incredible feeling!"
Ann lay back expectantly, intending to allow him absolute freedom in which to bring himself to a climax whenever he chose to do so. He had supposed that she would take a more active role in bringing him off and for a moment he did not stir. Then, catching on to her train of thought, he grinned and began working against her. Ann loved the feel of his prick in her cunt, working back and forth slowly, but the sensations it provided were too strong for her to maintain that passive role for very long.
"Ohhhh, God, it's making me horny again!" she gasped, suddenly reaching up with both hands and wrapping them around his neck. Her thighs also tightened and within a moment or two she had begun moving her hips about, keeping time with his thrusts. "I can't stand it when a man fucks like that; it always makes me hot all over!"
"Work your pussy around my prick!" he muttered, suddenly tense and quivering with excitement. "I can feel it getting ready, Ann; it won't be long before I'm there!"
She detected a definite change of pace in his fucking, as well as in his overall attitude, and sensed that he was nearing a critical point. That awareness lent more fire to the movement of her hips, which writhed about his prick with increasing energy. She tightened every muscle in her body and sought to drive herself to the limit of her endurance. Before she could reach that point Daltrey gave a choked cry of exultant joy and slammed into her with a much harder thrust. His prick sliced deep into her cunt, spreading the tenderly charged flesh as it speared deeper, and then burst into flowing life. A mighty surge of orgiastic frenzy blasted through the organ and another quickly followed on its heels. The second pulsation brought with it a rocket-like burst of semen, now heated to near the boiling point.
"Owwwww!" she howled, stung by that heated blast of love-dew. "Ohhhh, God, you're coming, you're-ugghhhhhh! Aiiieeeeee!"
Daltrey's orgasm spurred Ann's pussy into a glowing state of sexual arousal within short order. The spurting prick, now planted deep inside her cunt, continued to gush out great spurts of semen and every beat of his ejaculation brought her closer to an answering display of her own. He worked his cock back and forth quickly to make the friction against his prick even stronger and to make his balls work harder; in doing so he inevitably fucked Ann into a mood pointing toward a climax of shattering dimensions.
Screaming and sobbing desperately, she twisted about beneath him and fucked herself into another state of dizzy oblivion. Her cunt throbbed against his prick with a savage urgency that exactly matched the unbridled rhythm of his own finish. They continued to writhe against each other for another minute or so, extracting the last morsels of delight from their tortured flesh, and then lay together in a limp huddle, breathing heavily.
"I ... I think you've got it all this time," he whispered after a moment. "God, have you ever got it all!"
"I couldn't take another inch!" she managed to say. "Ooooh, it feels like it's sticking up into my throat! My God, I never believed I could be so full of cock!"
"And I came too," he said, grinning tenderly. "Maybe you noticed?"
"Mmmmm, did I ever! So strong, so hot and full! I love it when you go off like that, just shooting it all over! That was lovely, really lovely!"
Daltrey gradually regained enough strength to begin disentangling himself from her. Ann reluctantly allowed him to pull away. She could feel his prick dwindling away within her cunt and once again she felt that peculiar rush of elation at knowing that she had been able to provoke a man into such a state of hardness and then to reduce him to so ineffectual a state. Even half-hard, however, his prick was still a formidable wad of masculine flesh and she took the opportunity to enjoy it one last time, contracting her vagina's muscles hard and giving it a loving squeeze.
"I'll never be the same," she whispered, reaching down to touch her battered slit. "Mmmm, I'll be like the Grand Canyon now! You've ruined me, you really have!"
"Not a chance," he said. "You'll always have a super-tight pussy, I really believe that. Just as long as you keep on exercising it, you'll always be as tight as any drum in the whole country."
"What do you mean, 'exercising it?'"
Ann drew in an apprehensive breath when she framed the question. She was not sure what he meant but she feared the worst. Her fears were quickly confirmed.
"Well, don't you do it to yourself a lot?" he asked, looking puzzled. "That's the best exercise in the world. I've always heard. For keeping it nice and tight, I mean."
Daltrey sensed that he had said something which had disturbed her. Raising up onto an elbow, he looked down and inquired about her feelings. Ann held back for a moment and then admitted that she masturbated, though she tried to give him the impression that she did so very infrequently. She did not know what to make of his attitude, since it seemed to be an approving one; she had been prepared for a very different reaction from him, having earlier decided that men ordinarily disapproved of women who resorted to masturbation, even occasionally.
"Yes, I do it sometimes," she finally admitted.
"Wonderful! Just keep it up," he said. "I had a friend in college who went on to medical school, became an OB-GYN man. I saw him a couple of years ago and he was telling me about some research he'd seen-claimed that masturbating regularly was the best thing going for muscle tone down there. Except for regular fucking, of course!"
"I've noticed that men seem to appreciate tightness," she said, not knowing how else to respond to his line of thought. "But I hadn't ever known that it was a thing you could do very much about."
"Not according to Jack," he said. "And in any case, I doubt if you'd have much to worry about anyway. But yes, it is nice, having a woman who's really tight; it makes for a lot more sensation, you know."
"It seems to me," she remarked, "that if simple tightness were the main quality, then nothing could beat a hand. I mean, you can grip so much tighter!"
"Sure, there's nothing wrong with a good hand job," he said, drawing another look of utter astonishment from her. "It's more fun if a woman does it to you than if you do it to yourself, sure, but ... well, isn't that what you were talking about?"
"Do you want me to do it to you?" she asked, facing him more directly. "Is that what all this is leading up to?"
"No, I'm finished for the time being," he said, looking down at his sadly wilted prick and pulling a long face of regret. "I was just talking in general, I guess. Here, why don't you do it to me? On my hand, I mean?"
He pulled her slightly toward him, so that she was more nearly lying face down, and at the same time slipped his left hand under her stomach. Her pubis came to rest against that hand, which he held palm up, and he extended his fingers to push them between her thighs. She found that he had arranged himself in such a way that his fingers were now cupped around her pubis and resting easily against the lips of her pussy.
"See? Like that," he said. "Go on, Ann, fuck my hand! Get yourself a good one!"
Ann felt a burning surge of lustful hunger spread through her body as his fingers rested against her vulva. His middle finger reached up into the mouth of her cunt and even though it penetrated her only slightly, that was enough to set off another chain reaction of sensual desire within her loins. Within a few moments she found her hips working slowly, pressing her pussy down against his strategically placed hand with a slow but very effective rhythm.
She had never before had a lover rub her pussy with the intent of making her come. Her previous lovers, without exception, had manipulated that organ only until she was wet enough to permit the entrance of a prick into her cunt. She therefore found his hand partly disturbing, but she rapidly readjusted her thinking to take better advantage of his intentions. Lying face down on his hand, she began fucking herself against it and soon had generated a considerable storm of sexual arousal inside her body.
Ann was aware of the fact that the semen from his previous ejaculation continued to flow out of her cunt and through the lips of her pussy, down onto his hand. Daltrey appeared not to mind that steady drip, which rapidly became profuse enough for soft, squishy noises to erupt from the point of contact between them. To Ann, the sound had a very erotic effect, reminding her as it did of the joy she had felt when he had been depositing his load inside her cunt, and she rapidly became even more excited.
Daltrey made the effects even more remarkable by squirming about until his lips were close to one of her breasts. Ann's lust-befuddled mind needed a moment or two in which to digest the fact that he wanted to kiss her there. She then raised herself up on her extended forearms and he wriggled beneath her. She continued to grind her loins against his hand and his lips closed over her painfully enlarged nipple. Using his lips, tongue and hand in artful combination, he quickly brought her to another peak of throbbing, panting readiness.
"Ohhhhhh!" she grunted, aware of her pussy's liveliness and eager to bring the lividly discolored slit to full awareness. "Omigod, you're-ugghhh!-you're fucking it out of me, you're-unnngggghhhhhh! Ohhhhh, you're making me come, you're making me come all over! I can't stand it, I'm coming again! Owwwww!"
Ann could do nothing to stop the relentless drive of her hips. His hand had already put the spark to the tinder within her loins and the fire burned on, seeking its own conflagration that would leave her empty once more. She churned about, stimulating herself against him, and did not stop until she felt another series of agonizing surges of orgiastic feeling sweep through her midsection. Sobbing and moaning with desperate urgency, Ann writhed about until she had again exhausted the lustful desires in her cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Daltrey's prick had done its work for the night. It lay limply across his belly, as Ann saw after she had fucked herself against his hand with such glorious results, and would not respond to her efforts at reviving it. She took it into her mouth and gave it a thorough sucking but she could not bring it back to life. Daltrey seemed not to be affected by this and in fact later told her that one orgasm per night was his limit.
"Especially when a woman gets me off the way you did!" he added, smiling broadly. "That was really a super come, you know. It was enough to last me for several days!"
"Well, as long as you're satisfied," she said. "I still feel like such a glutton, though, I mean, I got off so much!"
"Hey, that's what people were made for," he told her. "If you can come half a dozen times, then you ought to do it. And if once is your limit, then get that one and be satisfied, that's the way I look at it. You shouldn't feel bad about getting off more than I have, Ann; I really enjoy feeling you come, helping you make it."
. The diminution of Daltrey's sexual interest acted upon Ann in the same way, once she realized that he was not going to fuck her again. Their relationship became a very chaste one and they soon directed their conversation back to the job he had proposed to her. He explained that it did not appear to be a particularly dangerous assignment, though he added that she would be sworn in as a state peace officer before beginning her work at the foster home.
"It'll be more of a formality than anything else," he said, referring to the appointment. "You won't be armed and we don't see any possibility of any kind of violence. But just in case anyone there decides to give you a hard time, they'll be a lot less likely to do it if you're a peace officer."
"You think I'll be able to carry this off without anyone being suspicious," she said. "They'll honestly believe that I'm a college girl?"
"Several of us looked at you at work," he said, "and everyone believes that you'll be able to play the part without any trouble at all. Really, if you fixed your hair a little different and used different clothes, you could probably pass for a high school girl. In fact, that's one of the reasons I find you so totally sexy: it's that combination of youthful good looks and that glint in your eye, the light that says 'hey, Hike to fuck!'"
"Oh, there isn't any sort of light like that in my eyes!" she retorted.
"Okay, so it isn't quite that explicit," he admitted with a delighted grin. "But there's a hint of maturity, a kind of sexual awareness, I guess you could call it; I certainly see that from time to time. It's the kind of look, probably, that a lot of different people could read different meanings into. Anyhow, I like it."
"Well, since you put it like that," she said, somewhat mollified by his further explanation.
"Anyway," he continued, "we can fix you up with a pretty complete cover story. We can arrange for you to have a background as a student in social work at the University of California, for example. We picked a place pretty far away so that there'd be less chance you'd meet anyone at the foster home who had a background at a college within the state. But we're keeping the false stuff to a minimum, so that you'll have less new facts to remember. Less chance of getting tripped up that way."
"It sounds to me as though I'm going to have everything an undercover operative really needs," she said.
"Yes, except that it was a warm night and all your preliminary indoctrination took place on top of the covers!"
"That's bad, that's just so bad!"
She left his apartment a short time before midnight and felt very good about having gone there with him. She would probably have liked it better if his massive prick had been capable of further use to her; having had it once, she believed that she could easily find it habit forming. The tool's unusual dimensions still appealed to her greatly, though she found it difficult to believe that it had grown so large or that she had once taken every inch of it into her cunt. His cock looked no larger than normal, once it had receded to the limp state, and was a little smaller than a few which she had seen in that condition.
Julia Fairchild was already at her desk the next morning when Ann arrived for work. Ann did not attempt to evade the woman's first questions and quickly admitted that she had gone to bed with Daltrey. She also told Julia that Roseanne Cumby might have exaggerated when she described the man's prick but had not done so by very much.
"Julia, it was simply immense!" she said, keeping her voice low. "I was so turned on, so out of my gourd with wanting him, that I couldn't begin to take time to measure it or anything; my head was really in a muddle. But I remember that I could barely reach around it, it was that big around. And long? My God, I can't even begin to guess how long it was. Eight, nine, maybe ten inches, I'm sure!"
"Wow! Really bung, was he? Damn, you're going to have to figure out a way of getting me a serving of that stuff! Sounds like he might give me all I wanted for once! What about that other stuff? That so-called job he had for you?"
"Apparently that wasn't any stuff," Ann said. "He wants me to be a kind of secret agent, a kind of spy. I guess it is."
She went on to describe the project Daltrey had explained to her and how she would be playing a part in it. Julia listened carefully, nodding from time to time, but said nothing until Ann had finished.
"Well, I guess it could work," she said after considering the idea for another moment. "It sounds a little far out but then I've heard of crazier things going on around this department. So the guy really was serious, after all! Okay, so it wasn't all business, I know, but at least he wasn't just out to lay you!"
"Mmmm, it would probably have been all right if that had been all he wanted," Ann said. She could still feel hearty little flutters of sexual interest racing through her pussy whenever she remembered the vast, overwhelming thrill of taking that monstrous prick. "I'm not sure I'd want a steady diet of one that size or not, though."
"Oh? A little sore this morning?"
"Yeah, just a little," Ann admitted, blushing. "But the weirdest part...."
"Oh? What was that?" Julia prompted after Ann had let her voice trail off into silence and showed no sign of completing the statement. "C'mon, honey, what was the weirdest part of all? Damn, don't leave me all strung out like this!"
"Well, it's a little ... flakey, I guess, but I was really worried about it," Ann finally said. "I mean, doing it with him, you know, him being so damned big."
"Huh? Oh, you mean you were afraid he might stretch you out, leave it so big and loose that you wouldn't to able to enjoy anything with another guy? Some dude that was a little more like normal?"
"Yes, something like that."
"But, Ann, it doesn't work that way," Julia said. Then, comprehending the rest of the girl's meaning, she grinned lewdly. "But this morning you checked it out and found out that it didn't matter after all, right? Say, while you were taking your shower? Is that it?"
Ann did not reply but her scarlet cheeks were enough to confirm Julia's guess.
"Aw, look," Julia said, becoming more motherly now. "That isn't so bad a thing to do. Hell, a girl's got a right to wonder about it all, especially if a guy's hung the way you said ol' Dickie Boy was hung! It's no big thing, Ann, checking yourself out. Hell, I usually give mine a rub or two every time I take a shower! No big thing, I've always thought; it's just another way of making it feel good. And God knows, we sure can't get too much of that!"
"Thanks, Julia. You're a real gem, you know that? Thanks!"
The telephone on Ann's desk rang and interrupted their conversation. She answered it and found herself talking to Daltrey. He made an appointment for her later that morning, in his office, at which time she would receive her accreditation as a peace officer and begin assembling the background data she would need to undertake the assignment she was to begin. She agreed, thankful that he did not attempt any references to their night together, and hung up.
"Daltrey," she said, having replaced the telephone. "I get started later this morning, getting issued with my secret code ring and the magic writing pen for all those secret messages."
"Sonofabitch, I wish you'd told him you had a partner down here," Julia said. "A real horny girl who just loves the big, fat ones!"
"Oh, I mentioned it to him last night," Ann said, affecting a breezy attitude, "but he said that he'd have to give up his Klan membership if he took you to bed. And besides, he said that dark meat was too juicy for him!"
"Huh! I'd like to show him something about juicy," Julia muttered. "I'd lock a pussy grip on that joint of his and he'd think a goddamned tiger had really gotten hold of him!"
"You'd better be careful," Ann warned. "That thing is lethal, I'm telling you."
For the rest of that day and the two days following Ann spent most of her time in preparing for her new job. Her case load was spread out among other people in the department, who had been given a false story about her moving to another area. In that short time she learned a good bit about the Lone Oak foster home, starting with Dan and Carol Gerling, the fortyish couple who owned and operated it. They were both ex-social workers and appeared to have good credentials. Their foster home usually had a population of about thirty, equally divided between boys and girls; all of them were in the fifteen to eighteen year old bracket.
"They've never had a college intern before," Daltrey told her during one of the briefings she attended. "This is all being set up through the social work people at the University of Texas, so you'll just slide in as a sort of visiting scholar. There won't be any trouble on that score. Since half your stipend is supposedly being paid by the state, the Gerlings will be glad to get you; it's a way of furnishing them with some pretty cheap help."
Ann was not given any specific areas in which to check. The masterminds behind the operation believed that she would do better to get an overall feel for the Gerling's foster home first and leave the detailed checking for a later period. She was to work four days a week and spend the other three in Austin, where she was allegedly taking a graduate seminar in social work.
"You won't go to Austin, of course," Daltrey told her. "As soon as you finish your stint at the foster home, it's back here to Houston for you. You'll submit as full a report as you can about all you've seen and done for the previous four days. We'll use the rest of the time to give you any more briefing you might need."
During that briefing period Ann saw a great deal of Daltrey, though usually in the company of one or more other high-ranking officials of the department; the latter's presence forbade any kind of personal discussion between her and Daltrey. He did not attempt to seek any private meetings with her during that period until the afternoon before she was to report to the Lone Oak home for her first day's work there, when he again asked her to have dinner with him.
"Sure, that'd be nice," she said. They agreed to meet at six again, this time at a popular seafood restaurant on the city's south side. Ann arrived in a state of semierotic excitement, hoping that the dinner would be a prelude to another evening in bed with him. She had been checking the condition of her pussy every day after that memorable evening and had found, much to her surprise, that her vagina's opening had quickly assumed its former shape and size, faithfully duplicating the organ's earlier dimensions. As far as she could judge by inserting her finger into the tight, moist little opening, Daltrey's huge cock had not made her the least bit larger.
"That's just plain normal," Julia told her after she had admitted again to making one of her daily investigations of the orifice. "Honey, our little twats just spring back to their regular size in no time at all. He could wallop that whang of his into you every day for a month, I bet, and next month you'd be right back to normal. I'd bet anything on that!"
Ann was thus very eager to get into bed with him again, if for no other reason than to have another view about her cunt's tightness. Again Daltrey invited her to his apartment after the meal and again she accepted. They drove there separately and went inside together. This time there was less hesitation about the primary reason for her being there. Daltrey again suggested a bath and again she accepted. This time, however, she had less shyness about sharing the tub with him and managed to make the communal bath much more of an erotic experience. She paid much more attention to his cock, which seemed larger and harder than even she had remembered it being, and within a very short time they were both eagerly trembling.
Aware now of Daltrey's willingness to let her take an active role in their lovemaking, Ann seized the initiative very quickly. She caressed his swollen prick briefly and then made the act even more exciting. She lathered her hand with the soap and returned her fingers to that big, hard shaft; the soap furnished a kind of lubricant and allowed her to grip his cock very tightly while working her hand up and down its length. Daltrey grimaced expressively and she saw that her action was being received very well. In particular, she squeezed the soft head of the tool with extra power and worked her fist around it with added fervor, knowing that it was the most sensitive part.
"There, is that tight enough for you?" she muttered, looking up at him to gauge the effectiveness of her stroke. "I'll strip the skin right off it, I swear I will!"
"God! Hold your hand still for a minute!" he gasped as he writhed about. "I'll fuck you in the hand!"
Ann complied, being eager to give him every kind of sexual pleasure, and he began pumping back and forth inside her fist. She looked down and saw that bulging implement pistoning inside her grip. The sight inevitably brought to mind the action his cock would employ when it was inside her cunt, working back and forth, and that image set her flesh to burning with a primitive intensity. She could easily imagine that she now had a womb's eye view, so to speak, of his prick as she was being fucked and that notion caused her blood to boil even more furiously.
She would gladly have continued masturbating Daltrey until he had come. The sight of his bull-like prick spurting madly as it surrendered to the lascivious stimulation of her hand would have excited her greatly, she felt; she had not often had the opportunity of watching a man ejaculate and the idea intrigued her. He had other intentions, however, and he pushed her hand away just before reaching the decisive point.
"No, don't make me come yet!" he muttered. "I want to make it last longer than that! Jesus, you had me going for a minute!"
"Okay, if you insist," she said, reaching down into the water to rinse off her hand and then splashing additional water up onto his rigid cock. "But I'd like to do it that way sometime. I think that would be a real blast! Yeah, real nice. It'd be a good way to do it for a real quickie, you know? Like those moments when you're really fired up but you haven't got time to get undressed and do the whole number?"
"Sure, you can do it to me that way at the office some day," he said. She could tell from his jocular air that he was not seriously proposing anything of the sort, however. "Yes, I could call you up, say that I need you for a moment's worth of dictation or something like that."
"Mmm, that'd really be 'dick-tation,'" she said, emphasizing the word to make it highly suggestive. "And I'd say, 'yes, Mr. Daltrey; will that be oral or manual dick-tation?' Wow!"
"It could work either way," he said, falling further into her mood of levity. "You could have yourself a male secretary, somebody you could call on like that."
"Yes, someone to fill in the gaps!"
"And a very delicious little gap it is," he added. "Let's get into bed, Ann-I'm dying to go down on you again!"
"Ahhh, now there's an offer I really can't refuse!"
They got out of the tub and dried themselves off quickly. Again Ann applied the towel to Daltrey's loins and again she used the opportunity to take the head of his prick into her mouth. The brutally large knob pressed hard against her tongue and ignited new flames within her loins. Eager to have more of it, she tried to push her face closer to him, so that the head would slide down her throat, but she quickly learned that he was far too large for that. He endured her oral caresses for a few moments, long enough to become strongly aroused once more, and then pushed her face away abruptly.
"God, you're too much!" he gasped. "You'll make an addict out of me!"
"Damn, and I thought I was being so subtle about it! You've seen through my scam!"
They went into the bedroom and stretched out on the big bed. Ann's aggressive tendencies had been momentarily sated and she readily lay back, willing to let him have his own way with her.
"Ever make it with two guys at once?" he asked.
"Huh? You mean ... well, no, I never did," she managed to say. His question was all the more unsettling for being so totally unexpected and she had difficulty in getting together an answer that was more than gibberish. "Wow, I never tried that!"
"Well, I don't have a friend stashed away in a closet somewhere," he said, smiling at her befuddled reaction. "You don't have to worry about that! No, I was wondering if maybe you'd like a little preview of what it might be like. But with just the one guy, naturally."
"Uh, yeah, I guess so," she said, still doubtful. "But how is one guy going to act like two? Maybe I'd better see what you mean first, huh?"
"It's simple enough," he said. "First, this would be one guy-" he held up his index finger "-and I could masturbate you with it. And this would be the other guy-" here he put his tongue out and pointed to it "-he'd be going down on you, licking your love button. See how easy it could be?"
"Oh, wow, that sounds like heaven!"
Daltrey did not waste another second with idle explanations. He leaned down over her hips and reached between her thighs, bringing his right hand up close to her pussy. She moved her thighs farther apart to give him easier access to the fearfully heated slit and moaned softly when he touched the tip of his finger to the livid, swollen flesh. His fingertip easily slid into the lubriciously oiled opening and probed the tensely aroused mouth of her cunt, sending out violent waves of erotic feeling that quickly multiplied and spread over her entire body. After a moment he bent further and began stroking her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Ann's loins immediately became even more thoroughly possessed by lusty fever, so that she felt as though she were going to come at that very second.
"No, that isn't quite right," he said, pulling his mouth away but leaving his finger in place. "It's good, but it's not exactly right."
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice rough and husky with emotion.
"The hair keeps getting in the way of my tongue," he explained. "I can't really get at your buzzer the way I ought to. What about reaching down and spreading the lips out wider for me? Open that little thing up so I can touch it directly?"
Ann readily complied with that request. She used her index fingers to maneuver the lips of her pussy apart, knowing that the act would also bring her rigid, throbbing clitoris into more prominent view. She could easily visualize the sight this would give, having often manipulated her pussy before a mirror in order to examine it with great care.
"Yes, that's the way," he breathed. "That's much better! God, you're so beautiful, so hot and wet! I don't think I've ever tasted a pussy that has a sexier taste than yours, Ann; even looking at it makes me want to come!"
She was hoping that he would twist about on the bed and bring his cock closer to her mouth, so that she could go down on him as he kissed her pussy and worked his finger back and forth inside her cunt's rim. She would gladly have taken the big rod into her mouth at that moment and used all her skill in an effort at making him come; she could almost feel the huge tool bursting into flowing life, could almost taste the raw, salty tang of his semen as it washed over her tongue and slipped down her eager throat.
Daltrey showed no such interest, much to her chagrin. Her disappointment had a short life, to be sure, because his tongue and finger worked together with such amazing dexterity that she fell under the sway of an enormous sexual tension. She found it very easy to adopt Daltrey's suggestion and to imagine that there were indeed two men making love to her at that moment, each stimulating her in ways that attacked every element of restraint in her mind. His tongue, working steadily around the straining shaft of her clitoris, provided her with a kind of sensation different enough from the stimulation afforded by his finger for her to become possessed by lust. Her brain swirled with erotic tension and her loins heaved about, driven this way and that by the relentless pressure he was applying.
"Ohhh, God, you're doing it, you're doing it to me!" she wheezed. "Oooooh, you're making me want to-unngghhhhh! Agghhh!-I want to come, I want to-ahhhhhhh!"
She gave another desperate lurch with her hips and felt his finger push farther up her passionately congested vaginal tunnel. The finger's penetration brought a quick, heady rush of ultraerotic sensation and she gasped again, this time with added fury. Her womb snapped apart with a quick blasting effect that released every shred of her pent up emotion in one quick surge of orgiastic response.
Whimpering and moaning softly, she tossed about on the bed until he had brought her all the way home. When he was satisfied that he had exacted his full tribute from her heaving loins, he pulled away and looked down at her. She lay there limply, unable to move, for several moments.
"You liked it," he murmured. "You liked it with two guys, huh?"
"Ohhh, it was so out of sight!" she whispered. "I couldn't believe how strong it was, how you were getting me off! It was like this giant hand was squeezing me, just tearing me apart all over!"
"It always seemed to me that if a person liked being eaten and being fucked, liked them separately, then she ought really to love having them both at the same time. I think now that maybe I was right!"
"Ooooh, were you ever right! Man, it was like nothing I ever felt before! And so quick! Just all of a sudden, blam! There it was, pouring out of me like a big river!"
Once she had regained most of her composure, Ann turned to him and began trying to excite him still further. She ran her hands over his prick and toyed with his big balls, cupping them in her hands and exclaiming over their firmness. Bending down, she kissed them individually and then sucked them into her mouth, one by one; he submitted to her inspired caresses with grace and urged her on to even more abandoned expressions of urgent desire. Her lips roamed up and down the thick column of hot muscle until he was trembling all over with eagerness.
"I think it's my turn this time," she finally said. "I've been playing around with you before and you'd never let me finish you off. Let me do it to you this time, huh?"
"You mean, you want to go down on me?" he asked. "All the way? Till I cream?"
"All the way!" she vowed, her dark eyes glistening brightly. "I want to feel you going off in my mouth! I want to taste it sliding down my throat!"
"You'd better go ahead and do it," he said. "I've always thought that a woman should have anything she wants, as long as it's within reason."
"Mmmm, and a blow job is definitely within reason, huh?"
"There's no doubt about it," he said.
Ann moved about to make herself more comfortable. He lay on his back and she lay at a right angle to him, resting her left cheek on his flat, muscle-ribbed belly and opening her mouth wide to accept the blossoming head of his cock. Once she had her lips satisfactorily placed around it, she began stroking the satiny tip with her tongue. At the same time she worked her fist along its length, intending to give him a taste of his own medicine and hoping that he would respond as ardently as she had done.
"Ahhh, you're making it a hand job and a blow job!" he exclaimed. "Yes, I like that just a whole hell of a lot!"
His actions were as inspiring as his words of encouragement, she noticed. Within a few seconds he was thrusting against her steadily. His hips worked faster and faster as she continued to suck at his cock, which worked back and forth inside her mouth with short, extra-intense strokes. She gripped the thick, passion-inflamed shaft strongly and whipped her hand up and down its length. No man alive could have held out for very long against that extremely intense treatment, not that Daltrey cared much about prolonging the act any further. Within a minute or two she felt a long, hearty surge of excited anticipation pulse through his cock and a second later she felt the first hot, blasting surge of sperm beating at the roof of her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, God, you're killing me!" he groaned, tearing at the bed with his hands and humping up into her mouth more frantically than ever. "Unnnggghhhhhh! Aurrgghhhh!"
His come flowed out in thick, steaming gobbets, washing down over her tastebuds and deluging them with the biting savor of fresh lust. The taste made her own flesh much more alive, and later, as she was squeezing the final droplets of weak, thin sperm from the head of his cock and swallowing them, she managed to bring herself to a sympathetic climax merely by squeezing her thighs together and exerting a minimal force against her pussy in that manner. She finished him off with a dramatic flourish, one that was all the more effective because of her own orgasm. Grunting out with mad joy, she licked her tongue around the head of his prick one last time and then collapsed. She felt as though her body had been wrung dry and that every fragment of sexuality had been squeezed from her loins.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ann left Daltrey's apartment that night feeling as though she would never again be able to experience any kind of sexual emotion. Sucking his big prick to a climax and bringing herself to an orgasm at the same time had thoroughly drained her. She knew herself well enough, though, to be sure that her passions would revive within a few hours without any coaxing at all from her. In fact, if Daltrey had been of a mind to do so he could easily have aroused her again that very night. Again he showed her that one orgasm was his limit and after she had decided that he was going to stick to his rule, she began preparing to leave.
"Good luck to you," he said when she was ready to walk out of his apartment. "You mustn't even think about pushing your luck and trying to find out anything of significance this first week. Just take the time to get better acquainted with the place and how it's operated. That'll be enough for your first assignment."
"Okay, but I'll keep my eyes open anyway," she promised.
"And please, don't try any heroics," he continued. "None of the James Bond type stuff. Just do your job and keep your eyes open, that's all we want."
"I'll do it," she said. "And without any heroics."
She rose early the next morning and packed her little car for the drive out to Rosenburg. The little town lay about thirty miles southeast of the edge of Houston. Primarily a market center for the rich rice and cattle farms lying about it, Rosenburg looked almost exactly like any other small Texas farm town. She stopped at a gas station on the edge of the town, where she gassed her car and got directions to the foster home.
Carol Gerling greeted Ann warmly, once the girl had been shown into her tiny office. A tall, buxom blonde nearing forty, she had an earthy, ebullient air and radiated good humor. Ann liked her at once.
"Let me give you a little tour of the place," Carol said. "But I guess the first thing ought to be to show you your room, how would that be?"
"Great," Ann said, already enthusiastic and hoping that she would not be able to turn in any bad reports about this personable woman. "Whatever you say."
"Let's look around this part first," Carol said, gesturing to include the big two-story building in which they sat. "This was the beginning of it all-just an old frame house that we bought and set up as a foster home. Dan-that's my husband-and I have a small apartment back this way. Most of this building is used for conference rooms, stock rooms, that sort of thing now."
A separate building housed the home's kitchen and dining room. Ann was pleased to find that the kitchen looked very clean and that the dining room lacked the institutional grimness she had been conditioning herself to expect.
"Generally Dan and I eat here along with the kids," Carol said. "And you'll have to take your meals here too. We haven't yet reached an opulent enough stage for every staff member to have a kitchen of her own!"
"After dormitory food I'm sure that I won't find a thing to complain about," Ann said. "It looks as though you go to a fair amount of trouble with the kitchen."
"That's one reason we eat here ourselves," Carol said. "It's a way of checking up on the cooks and what they're doing, or not doing. If I say it myself, I think we do a damned good job."
The foster children-Carol referred to them as "the kids," though Ann already knew that many of them were a little too old for that to be entirely accurate-lived in three dormitory-like structures ranged behind the main house. They looked through one and Ann learned that the kids lived in two-person rooms. Each suite of two rooms had a connecting bath.
"But where are the kids?" Ann asked after they had left the dormitory. "It sure seems quiet for there to be ... how many kids?"
"At the moment we have thirty-seven," Carol said. "Seventeen boys and twenty girls. Dan has about twenty of them in Houston for an excursion to the zoo. He's got Kenny Sykto-he's the assistant counsellor; you'll see a lot of him-with him to help out. They took the bus in to the city. The rest are all scattered out. Some are at work on yard chores, or cleaning somewhere; some others are in remedial classes. We have at least a couple of field trips somewhere every week during the summer-in to the city, to the beach, somewhere. Since the bus will hold only twenty, we pick the twenty with the best overall behavior record since the last trip. That keeps the competition pretty hot. A lot of what you're going to be doing will be connected somehow with boredom-either how to prevent it, how to help somebody get over it or cope with it, finding things for the kids to do, that sort of thing."
"You know, I think you've got a fine operation going," Ann said.
She was shown to her room, a larger room than she had been expecting to find, in a corner of one of the dormitories. The hours before noon were spent in unloading her car and packing her clothing away. After lunch, at which Carol introduced her to the kids present, she was given a stack of folders containing data and pictures of the girls who were housed in the dormitory she was to supervise.
"I say 'supervise,'" Ann was told, "but really, there's no big thing about it. The rules are very simple and all the kids know them backwards and forwards. All you'll have to do, if someone goes up against you, is report them to Dan or me; we'll take it from there. It's all a question of whether they believe you'll report them or not. How are you on games, sports, stuff like that?"
"I've always liked volleyball and tennis," Ann replied. "I noticed that you have courts for both sports. And walking, jogging, I do a good bit of that, too."
"I thought perhaps you might," Carol said. "You look to be in terrific shape, really trim and neat all over. I've tried jogging but these-" and she brought a hand up to her prominent breasts, which more than adequately filled out the front of her blouse "-bounce around too much for it to be really comfortable. So I confine my outdoor activities to riding my ten-speed. I usually cover ten or fifteen miles a day, unless the weather's really rotten."
"I don't bounce much when I jog," Ann said. "I guess that's one of the advantages of being underdeveloped. Or maybe undeveloped, I guess a lot of people would say."
"Nonsense! You appear to have very shapely breasts," Carol told her. "Especially the nipples. I wouldn't be surprised if you don't figure rather largely in a good many fantasies tonight."
"Good grief!" Ann said, gulping noticeably. "You're not serious!"
"I certainly am! All our kids are well past puberty," Carol said. "I wouldn't be surprised if a good many of our boys don't mess up their sheets before they go to bed for good tonight, as well as some of the girls."
"The ... the girls?"
"Sure. Most of them have come out of really rotten backgrounds," Carol said, "and about half of them have been in jail at least once. Some of the girls have told me absolutely horrifying tales about what happened to them while they were in custody. And the boys too. Homosexuality is rampant in every jail, you know, and ... well, some of the girls have taken to it rather strongly."
"That's incredible!"
"Not at all. They're mostly just normal people, equipped with all the sexual needs and desires of others their age," Carol explained. "Except that they have somewhat fewer restraints and inhibitions. I take it, then, that the lesbian scene is not exactly your dish of tea?"
"Heavens no!" Ann exclaimed. "I ... well, to tell the truth, I don't know a thing about it, so maybe I shouldn't be so hasty. It's just that ... well, I never even thought much about it, I suppose."
"We try to discourage it here;" Carol said. "Actually, though, about all we can do is break up the more obvious love affairs between the girls. We've found that open, passionate affairs can lead to a lot of jealousies and with the background most of these kids have had, they aren't equipped to handle emotions like those on anything but a very primitive, violent level. I'm quite sure that there's a lot of casual lovemaking going on-you know, girls getting together to give each other little hand jobs, stuff like that-but we can't be watching them all the time. And I'm not sure that we should, for that matter. These homes can so easily degenerate into something like a little police state anyway, you know. I mean, how are you going to teach them anything about coping with the real world if you keep them under constant supervision, pry and snoop all the time?"
"Wow! I'd never even thought about all that," Ann said. Carol's words had struck her powerfully and given her an insight into her new world that she had never even suspected of existing. "Yeah, I can see your point, though. It's kind of like you were caught between the rock and the hard place, as my daddy used to say. I mean, if you watch over them constantly, that's an unreal environment and if you don't...."
"Exactly!" Carol said, smiling with agreement. "If we don't then the home can so easily become a ... a kind of snake pit, a jungle. Dan and I have talked about it at great length and we really believe that it's better to err on the side of leniency, so long as we're honestly trying to help these kids adjust to the real world they're going to encounter outside. And God knows, they're going to need all the help they can get."
"Yes, I think I could buy that point of view," Ann said. She thought for a moment before continuing. "Er, when you mentioned these, uh, these homosexual attachments, you seemed to be speaking exclusively in terms of the girls. Don't the boys do that sort of thing too?"
"That's a very interesting point," Carol admitted, "and it's one that Dan and I have given quite a bit of thought to. Briefly, the answer to your question is no. The boys seem to have a kind of schizoid attitude towards it, as best we can decide. What I mean is, if they go into jail they expect to be attacked, especially if any of the others are older and bigger than they are. And of course they expect to attack any boys younger or smaller than themselves. Once they're out of jail, though, they almost invariably give up their homosexual leanings."
"Incredible!" Ann murmured, her eyes big and round with astonishment. "But what do they do? I mean, they don't just shut off their sex drives, do they?"
"Oh, heavens no!" Carol said, chuckling at the idea. "They do what all the so-called normal boys their age do-they masturbate! I once had an enjoyable evening trying to calculate the number of spermatazoa that get flushed down our drains and toilets each week and, my dear, the total was simply astronomical! Way up in the millions of billions, something like that!"
"B-b-but how do you know?" Ann asked, all at sea now. "I mean, how can you be sure they're all doing it?"
"Oh, they're quite open about it," Carol said. "Well, they probably won't actually masturbate before your very eyes, not with you being a counsellor. Although they might, at least until they decide whether you're susceptible or not. They're quite open about it with the girls, though.
And of course the girls tease them on, especially the ones who are ... shall we say, better endowed? There's quite a bit of sexual teasing going on between them, to tell the truth. I'm just glad-hat the officials in Austin don't really know the full truth about our place, although I'm quite sure that our home is run better than a majority of the foster homes."
"I still don't quite understand," Ann said. "About the differences between the boys and the girls, I mean: about why some of them continue and some don't'"
"I'm not sure I really understand it myself," Carol admitted. "There are at least two theories we have; maybe they complement each other, I don't know. One theory argues that the girls continue it, first, because they don't have such an ingrained prejudice against homosexual lovemaking. Second-and this is a claim that a great many of the girls themselves' will make-it's because girls can do it better. I mean, to each other, of course. What I mean is, girls can get girls off better than boys can get boys off, to be quite blunt and open about it."
"Yeah, I can see that it would be hard to get a really objective answer to that," Ann said. "And that's the first theory?"
"Yes. And the second is related, sort of," Carol said. "It's just that boys have a much deeper prejudice against homosexuality and so they won't resort to it unless there's no alternative. And in jail, of course, it seems to be much more common, so I suppose you could say that there's an air of ... of, respectability to it, once you're in jail, that you don't often find on the outside. Of course, there are occasional cases where the boy simply is a homosexual. We're not at all equipped to handle those boys and we weed them out pretty fast."
"God, I can see that I've got a lot to learn," Ann said. "Hey, I wonder what's so special about girls? I mean, that they can do it so much better? I mean, a girl can't do ... well, all the things a guy can do!"
"There is that one special feature guys have that girls don't," Carol admitted. She smiled softly as she spoke, as though she had something else on her mind, a thought not exactly in tune with what she was saying. "It's amazing, really, how centered women can get about penetration. A woman can give another woman some of that, of course. We do have fingers, after all! But even with no penetration at all, a good many women seem to do an amazingly effective job of satisfying their lovers. Some of the girls will tell you that you've never been loved until you've been loved by another woman."
"I just can't believe it," Ann said. "That's really hard for me to fathom."
"I suspect that a lot of it has to do with a woman knowing more about how another woman feels, how her passion develops, how she needs and wanted to be touched or caressed in a certain way," Carol said. "Looking back on it, when I was your age, I can see now that a lot of the boys I knew were ... were just too impetuous, too eager, too impatient to get on with it. They don't seem to understand so well that a gender, more leisurely pace can sometimes be just as effective, or more so, in making a woman feel it all the way down into her bones."
"You know, you've got a point there," Ann had to admit. "About so many guys being in such a hurry, I mean. You know that old saying, 'get on, get it in and get off!'"
"How well I remember that!" Carol sighed. "Fortunately, with Dan I don't get too much of that any more. A mature man, I've found, isn't nearly so impatient."
Ann said nothing to that, though she vividly recalled the easy, gentle way in which Dick Daltrey had gone about exciting her deepest passions and then satisfying them with that incomparably huge prick. She now realized that she was going to have to spend four days at the home without a break and that she would not have access to that superbly formed fucking machine for over half a week. That thought, naturally, did nothing whatever toward brightening her spirits.
Carol might have continued the conversation but a call from another part of the house came, telling her that her presence was required. She left Ann with the pile of file folders and went out of her office. Ann quickly leafed through the files containing information about the eight girls who would be living in her dormitory. It made for depressing reading; the girls' background read almost like a blueprint of the social bankruptcy she had earlier seen at firsthand. Divorce, alcoholism, violence and other signs of social maladjustment figured largely in their lives almost without exception.
Ann paid special attention to Cindy Beeman's folder, the girl Carol had earlier mentioned as being the number one girl in her dorm. Cindy's background read like a classic description of a juvenile delinquent and included several arrests for minor offenses, shoplifting being the most prevalent. The girl's test scores indicated that she had a very high native intelligence and a vocabulary much larger than one would have expected to find in a seventeen year old, especially one who had so many problems in adjusting to society.
Carol returned to her office as Ann was finishing the last folder. They discussed the girls for a few minutes and then Ann got up to leave. Her good spirits had been momentarily dampened by the reading she had done; she had not really understood just how desperate some of the girls' cases really were.
"They're a hard lot," Carol agreed, "but almost all of them have at least one or two bright spots about them somewhere. I ran into Cindy when I was upstairs; she's waiting outside for you. I asked her to give you another tour and help you get settled into place. I doubt if you'll get quite the same impression that I gave you!"
Cindy Beeman turned out to be a blonde, blue-eyed bundle of youthful exuberance, brimful of energy and good spirits. She was two or three inches taller than Ann and slightly heavier. Her faded tank top and ultra-tight jeans made it very clear that she had an excellent figure and did not object to broadcasting the fact.
"Hi," Cindy said after they had been introduced. "Carol says I'm supposed to give you the worm's eye view of the place, huh? And hey, you're just in time: we've got to play those turkeys from the other house this afternoon in volleyball and we don't have but five girls. So you can make the sixth, right?"
"There's nothing like being pressed into service right away," Carol said, laughing at the girl's exuberance. "You two go on about your business and leave me to mine!"
"Oh, wow! Aren't we touchy today!" Cindy said, affecting great shock. "C'mon, Ann, let's get out of here and leave the grouch to herself!"
As Carol had said, Cindy gave Ann a very different kind of tour, though it was not exactly the one which Ann had believed the co-director of the home had had in mind. Cindy paid scant attention to the buildings and facilities, apparently believing that they were no more than props against which the important events happened. Cindy's dominant interest appeared to be the people and the relationships between them. She waxed very eloquent indeed on that topic and included information of a kind not usually given in such discourses.
"There's Emma Rodriguez," she said, pointing to a short, heavyset woman stirring a big pot on the institutional-sized range. "She's been cooking here forever, or so they say. She can be a bitch, sometimes, when you're on kitchen duty; I mean, everything has to be just so before she'll say it's okay. The first time I pulled kitchen duty I damn near wore holes in one of those stinking pots before I got it clean enough to suit her. As long as you do your work, though, she'll really stand up for you. Mostly it all depends on her moods, how she treats you. Roberto-he's her old man; he takes care of the garden and the grass and stuff outside-if he's screwed her enough the night before then she's a real peach. But when she thinks she's not getting enough cock, you better watch out! She's a terror when she's horny!"-
"My! You ... you certainly seem to be well informed!"
"It's no big thing," Cindy said. "Emma and Roberto, they live over there in that little house beyond the baseball field. You can go over there at night and usually you'll hear them start going at it about eight-thirty or nine. Emma and Roberto, they act like they're trying to make it true, all that jazz you hear about 'hot-blooded Latins,' that kind of junk. Roberto, he's a real macho type, in some ways, and when they get it to going good, you'd think he was just about killing her. I mean, she'll just lay there and cry like a baby, begging him to get it in deeper, make her come. He's the sort, he likes to hold it back, make it last. Sometimes you'd think Emma was ready to go right out of her mind, she's crying for it so hard!"
"Y-y-you mean you actually go over to their house and listen!" Ann asked.
"Sure! Why not? It's always good for a turn-on," Cindy said, cheerfully ignoring Ann's shocked reaction. "Of course, it's your ass if somebody catches you but sometimes it's worth it, just to hear Emma squeal. And that's Evelyn, Emma's helper; she's been here six or eight months, I guess. Evelyn's a loner-nobody knows what she does, except mind her own business. God knows what she thinks about all of us!"
Cindy introduced her to the five people in the kitchen-apart from Emma and Evelyn, three of the home's children, all girls, were helping with the kitchen duties. They all looked busy and reasonably happy with their work. Emma's round, brown face with dark, button-like eyes did not appear to be that of a woman obsessed with sex, as Cindy had suggested, and her ample body hardly seemed capable of generating the kind of abandoned passion the girl had described.
Six girls were leaving the main building when Cindy escorted Ann from the kitchen and out into the backyard. They stopped for introductions and Ann learned that three of them were housed in her dormitory. They had been attending a two-hour class on first aid, taught by a visiting nurse, and were still discussing what they had been learning. Ann looked a little startled when she found that they had been studying first aid and said as much.
"Oh, we've got little dinky classes like that in all kinds of things," Cindy told her. "Make-up, grocery shopping, a little bit of sewing, office work, stuff like that. It's all sort of practical and I think it would be a help when you get out. I mean, you take my old lady: she'd burn her hand on the stove, slice up a finger, something like that, she'd probably just look at it. Or shopping? Her idea was to buy enough TV dinners to last a while and then go get some more when they ran out-if we had the money. We've found out that you can get a little more for your money. And the stuff they put in those dinners? Ugghhh!"
"Yeah, it's really the pits," Lorraine, another of the girls, added. "Sure, you've got to fix it yourself, if you start out from scratch, but at least you don't have all that gunk in your food."
"You know, I think that makes more sense, now that you've explained it to me," Ann said. "I guess it would be a good idea to know about things like that."
"Miss Hammond, the nurse, she's a little uptight about giving us some kinds of information," Andrea, another girl, said. "I mean, to hear her tell it, nobody ever gets knocked up or goes out with a guy who might have the clap, something like that."
"All it takes is one dose of syph or a good case of crabs," Lorraine said. "The next time, baby, you'll damn well check the guy out.
The girl's remark, offered in a casual, offhanded way, brought home another fact to Ann: she had never given so much as a thought to whether any of her lovers might have a venereal disease. She had tacitly assumed that they were clean and this, she reflected, might be an indication of the differences between her own middle class life-style and that of the girls she was going to have to be dealing with.
"What about this volleyball game?" Ann asked, thinking that she might do well to switch the conversation around to a more suitable topic. "Are there going to be enough people to play? I, er, I haven't seen many girls around."
"There'll be a game," Cindy said. "That's the rule-an intramural game, if it's scheduled, it comes off, period. But the bus ought to be back by then. And even if it isn't, we'll go, regardless."
"There are enough for us to get started," Lorraine said. "There are four already in your house, right, Cindy? And Ann makes five. And there are four of us. That's okay, we'll kick your asses even short-handed!"
"That'll be the day!" Cindy sneered. "Yeah, who's missing? Gina, that little cunt, where'd she get off to?"
"She was in class with us," Lorraine said.
"Yeah, she dropped off at the John after the class," Andrea explained. "She's probably in there still, just diddling her little twat like crazy!"
"She would be!" Cindy snorted. Turning to Ann, who was looking very baffled, she went on to explain: "See, Gina's the kind, she really goes for the straight women. Now Miss Hammond, she's not really the sort who'd get anybody turned on, but that just makes it all the better for Gina. She's got this fantasy about converting every woman in the world to pussy-eating and the straighter the woman is, the more it turns her on to dream about converting her. She'll be checking you out before long, don't worry!"
"I ... I don't think she'd find me a very suitable candidate," Ann said, blushing violently and very ill at ease.
"Well, don't say you haven't been warned," Cindy said. "She gets to be a real pain in the ass at times but it's her bag, so we try to live with her, or around her, maybe I ought to say. God, she's had the hots for Emma for so long! And Emma's so sold on Roberto, she doesn't even give Gina the time of day, so Gina just naturally creams in her jeans whenever she's around Emma."
"Yeah, the best way to deal with Gina is just to ignore her," Lorraine said.
"Speak of the devil!" Andrea said, nudging Cindy with an elbow. "Here she comes now."
Ann turned back to look at the main building, where Andrea had indicated, and saw a tall, slender girl with an unusually long swatch of black hair running toward them. Like the others, she wore a tank top and jeans, though they were not as tightly fitting as Cindy's costume. When she had trotted up to them, Ann saw that she was a very beautiful girl, with very large, almond-shaped eyes and full, dark lips.
"Ann, this is Gina," Cindy said. "Ann's the new honcho in our house."
"Yeah, and we've been clueing her in about how you just love to eat pussy," Lorraine added. "So she's going to be on the lookout for you!"
"I'm Gina Corralitos," the girl said, not at all affected by Andrea's remark. "And you don't have to pay attention to these other bitches. Whenever they get the hornies bad enough, they'll drop around and beg me to get them off!"
"Oh, shit, that'll be the day!" Lorraine said, affecting a very haught pose. "As if I'd ever get hard up enough to let you dive into my muff!"
"So you were getting off on Miss Hammond, huh?" Cindy asked. "Up there in the can, just flogging your little buzzer for all it's worth!"
Ann, by this time, was so totally astounded at the freedom with which they discussed the most intimate subjects that she could say nothing. She had never before encountered such frankness and she could not begin to assert herself properly. None of the girls showed any sign of hesitancy about contributing to the conversation; it was almost as though Ann were not even present.
"God, she's such a dream!" Gina said, rolling her big, dark eyes expressively. "I just know she's hot for me, deep down inside! And those big, luscious boobs of hers! Man, I could make her so happy, I could really make her sing if she'd just wake up to what's going on inside her body!"
"Aw, she's probably got an old man stashed away in town somewhere," Andrea said.
"Yeah, with a dong on him about the size of Jerry's," Lorraine added. "You know, a real dinger, the kind a real woman would go ape about!"
"I can see it now," Andrea added, grinning lasciviously. "She probably couldn't wait to get back to her pad, so she could spread out for him and get herself reamed out proper! Why, I bet that right this minute he's got it about six inches deep in-"
"You'd better watch your fucking mouth!" Gina snapped, her brown eyes burning with anger. "The last time I hit you, you were wearing a black eye around for a week, remember? Well, the next time I'll really do a number on you!"
"Here, now, violence isn't going to solve anything," Ann said, fearing that the girls were going to begin fighting. Gina looked fierce and very ready to go to war with Andrea at any minute. "That's no way to settle differences."
"No? Violence'll keep her mouth shut," Gina retorted.
"Yes, and it'll also get you reported to the main building," Ann said. "I don't want to hear any more about that sort of thing!"
CHAPTER SIX
Ann's threat worked effectively, just as Carol had said. The girls stopped their bickering and went their separate ways in a semblance of peace. Cindy led her through the other buildings, all of which were deserted, and then back to her own dormitory.
"Got any sneakers?" Cindy asked as she loitered outside Ann's doorway. "You can play barefooted, there aren't any rocks on the court, but it's easier with shoes on."
"Yes, I have a pair," Ann said. "What do we have, twenty minutes before the game?"
"Something like that," Cindy replied. "You'd better make sure you wear your oldest clothes. Sometimes the losers get thrown in the fish pond!"
"I'll watch out for it," Ann promised.
She went into her little room, where she had a few moments to herself before getting ready for the volleyball game. She needed the time in which to digest the view of the girls she had received during the walk; she felt as though she had gathered more real, vital information on that walk than she could have gotten from a day's study of their folders. In particular, she found herself wondering about Gina Corralitos.
Ann had never before had anything to do with lesbians. The gay crowd at the university had gone its own way, much to her relief, and she now saw that she was going to have to come up with a strategy for coping with Gina. Ann still had difficulty in accepting all that she had seen and heard. In particular, she found it almost too much to be believed, the unaffected and indifferent way Gina had accepted the other girls' references to her homosexuality. She also wondered why so lovely and attractive a specimen of blooming young womanhood should want to resort to other women for her sexual pleasure.
Maybe they were all just putting me on, Ann told herself as she pondered her experiences. Seeing if I'm gullible, something like that. But Gina herself acted as though it were true, which really makes me wonder. Such a lovely, beautiful girl! That long, glistening hair, that tall, slender body! Ohhh, guys would really go wild over her. I wonder why on earth she's that way? If she really is, I mean!
Ann dug through her clothes and came up with a pair of old, cut-off blue jeans. These, along with a faded, tattered sweatshirt, would be good enough for a volleyball game, she thought, and she quickly changed her clothes. She was lacing up her second sneaker when Cindy gently tapped on her door and called out.
"Come on in," Ann replied. "The door's open."
"Yeah, that'll do fine," Cindy said, eyeing her garb. "It won't be much fun for the guys, though, having to stand on the sidelines and watching you in that!"
"Oh? Do you think the jeans are cut off too short?" Ann asked. "Too, er, revealing? Is that what it is?"
"No, just about right," Cindy said. "We like to wear them really short. You know, short enough for the cheeks to show. And maybe a little bit of the fuzz too. It helps get the guys turned on more. See?"
She gently pirouetted in front of Ann, showing her that the legs of her own jeans bad been whacked off very high indeed. A generous portion of buttock peeped out of the garment and she spread her feet apart slightly, enough for Ann to catch a glimpse of a few tanned wisps of pubic hair. Ann flushed lightly, affected by that blatant display of sexuality, and Cindy grinned triumphantly.
"Ahhh, it gets a little rise out of you, huh?" the girl muttered, her blue eyes dancing with lewd malice. "So maybe you aren't quite as immune as you make it out to be, huh? That's okay, I won't tell Gina about it!"
"I wasn't showing interest!" Ann snapped, scowling now. "It was more ... well, embarrassing! That's what I was feeling, embarrassment!"
"Ohhh, holy shit, ain't we the fine one!" Cindy said. "Well, excu-u-u-u-se me!"
Despite her high-minded protest, Ann had indeed felt a twinge of erotic warmth flash through her loins when she had seen the extremely provocative cut of Cindy's shorts. The sight had inevitably reminded her of sexual functions and she had been responding to that association, rather than to the display of feminine flesh, or so she believed.
"Perhaps we'd better go out and get ready for the game," Ann suggested.
"We can go out the back way," Cindy said. The girl did not show any evidence of remorse at having miscalculated Ann's temperament. "We can collect the others on the way. The court's out at the back anyway."
She led Ann out into the hallway and leaned inside her own room, summoning Susan Wright, her roommate. Cindy then knocked on the door across the hall from her own and stuck her head inside without being invited in.
"Ohhh, Gina, not again!" she cried out. "Honey, you're gonna flog that thing of yours till you won't be able to return any kind of serve! Here, look at this, Ann; wouldn't that frost you?"
Uncertain what she was about to see, Ann followed Cindy into the room. Gina stood beside her cot, naked from the waist down and brazenly facing them. A wave of burning eroticism spread over Ann's pussy when she realized that the girl was openly displaying herself, making no attempt whatever at covering up the dark, curling triangle of thick hair growing at the base of her belly. Ann's eye caught a suggestion of livid, scarlet flesh peeping out from the midst of that black bush. She turned away, angry with herself for having stared at the girl.
"Hell, I could get off ten times and I'd still have enough to put it on those turkeys," Gina said. "And anyway I wasn't trying to come. I was just feeling it up a little, that's all."
"Yeah, but with all that hot Latin blood, it wouldn't take more than a touch to get you started," Cindy said. "I know about you, you bitch. So just get your shorts on and let's get out on the court, huh?"
"Hey, it's that 'hot, Latin blood' that makes me so damned good in the sack!" Gina retorted. "That's the main reason I can eat you so well and you know it!"
"Girls, girls!" Ann cried out, distraught and uncertain how to end their quarrel. They did not seem to be exchanging real insults and there was a bantering air to their jests. Nevertheless she felt that they had gone far enough. "Let's end all this trading of insults, shall we? Come on, Gina, get dressed and let's go out and play."
"All right, I'm getting ready," Gina said, stepping into her ragged jeans and pulling them up about her hips. "Sure you wouldn't rather stay inside and play? Man, I could really get it up for you! A little broad like you, I could drive you crazy!"
"Thanks, but I can look out for myself just fine," Ann said.
"Sure you can, but it'd be fun if you let me in on some of the action too," Gina continued. "I could undress you and-okay, okay, I'm getting ready!"
Ann bit back the threat she had been about to utter. Gina now adopted a completely different personality, instantly dropping the sultry sex-queen role and now becoming a girl ready for sport of a very different kind. It was an amazing performance and one carried off with such ease that Ann had to wonder which was the real Gina.
The game began with five girls competing against four. Ann's dorm had the superior number and, in Gina, a spiker of unrestrained ferocity. The girl's height and quickness of foot enabled her to get to balls that many a player would have missed. Her smashes rocketed into the opponents' court with power, usually landing in spots which made a successful return impossible. They won the first game 15-8 and were leading the second by a score of 6-2 when the bus arrived.
"Hey, time out!" Andrea, on the side of the net opposite from Ann, cried out when she saw the bus.
"Let our guys get here!"
"Your ass!" Cindy shouted. "You know the rules, you play with what you've got!"
"Yeah, that's the rule!" Gina added. "And baby, you ain't got shit! Hey, Lorraine, wanna bet me a blow job that we take you guys in straight games?"
"Shut your face!" Lorraine snapped back. She was already smarting from a couple of Gina's hot smashes, which had bounced off her thighs, and she was in no mood for levity. "I wouldn't go down on you if my life depended on it!"
"Yeah, I'll remember that the next time you get the hornies and come around begging me to suck you off!" Gina warned. "You keep bad mouthing me like that and I'll let that pussy of yours rot before I ever touch it again!" .
"Girls!" Ann said, pointing a warning finger at them. "Let's keep a lid on it."
They continued to play and were leading by a score of 14-6 when the other team's full complement of players arrived. The girls had had to dash into their own dorm, change into playing gear and get back to the court. Their arrival, plus the advent of another girl for Ann's side, meant that they were now fielding six-girl teams, and the additions greatly strengthened Ann's opponents. They got the score up to 14-12 before Ann sent in a twisting serve, one which Lorraine weakly popped back over the net in exactly the right place for Gina to bury it with a booming spike.
"Die, you cunts!" Gina exulted as the ball bounded away with their winning point.
She was quite ruthless in the way she paraded her pride in her teammates and flaunted the victory she had helped them gain. The losers reacted glumly, for the most part, and added only a few choice insults of their own. Ann saw that no one was interested in playing the good loser, nor did her own team accept victory with any great measure of grace, as she had always been taught to do.
"They don't play the game by quite the same rules as you, do they?" Carol asked when Ann had walked over to join her at the site of the court.
"My, they play for blood!"
"Indeed they do," Carol said. "But this was relatively restrained. You'll have to see some of the games when the boys are here all the time. They usually tease the girls along, incite them into playing harder than ever. The girls are not exactly immune to the macho thing themselves, you may have noticed."
"It wasn't like any game I ever played in before," Ann said. She was uncomfortably aware of the gangling boys who had gathered along the sidelines and were watching her with bold, knowing eyes. Some of them, she saw, had already gained erections and they made no attempt to disguise the bulges. "Do they always look at you that way?"
"What? Who ... oh, the boys," Carol said, looking about for a moment before comprehending Ann's meaning. "Yes, that's a standard part of life here, I'm afraid. They won't actually attack you-we've managed to bring them that far along, thank God-but we simply cannot keep them from looking and wishing. But you mustn't think that they have it so easy. Just keep waiting, you'll see."
"Ah, the studs are gathered about to get their little batteries charged up, huh?" Gina's raucous voice split the bubble of voices with a piercing quality. "All come back to check out the tight little asses, huh? Okay, you dudes, go on back to your own house and jack off for a while-that's about all you're good for, you bunch of turkeys! And anytime you want to get your asses beat in volleyball, you know which house to challenge!"
Her derisory comments brought a hail of abuse from the boys. None of them were very eager to tangle with her, Ann noticed, and Carol explained the reason for that.
"She may be a girl, and slender," Carol said, "but she can hold her own in a fight with just about anybody. The first week she was here she got into a fight with one of the bigger boys. Before anybody even knew what was happening, she'd kicked him in the side with some kind of karate blow, or maybe it was kung fu, I don't know. Anyway, the boy got three broken ribs out of it. Since then, nobody has crossed her!"
"Amazing!" Ann said. "She certainly doesn't seem to be cowed by any of them!"
"She gets a lot of abuse, partly because she's such a flagrant lesbian," Carol said. "But then you'll notice that she can hand out the abuse pretty well, too."
Several of the boys on the opposite sideline were making rude gestures toward Gina. One of them, a burly redhead, suddenly reached down to grab his crotch. Thrusting it toward her, he yelled out, "Hey, pepperbelly, I got your dinner right here!" Gina gave him a sweet, winsome smile and replied, "That's not even enough to get me hungry!" Her remark drew a chorus of raucous laughter from all the boys and girls, whereupon the redhead flushed brightly and stamped away in disgust.
"Dinner's at six," Carol said, "so if you're going to shower and change before the meal, maybe you'd better hurry."
Ann gathered her dormitory's forces and herded them back to their house. They were cheering themselves and were still yelling out derisive slogans at the other house when they went inside. They all treated Gina with a good bit of respect, Ann saw, and she had to admit that the respect was well earned. The girl was an outstanding volleyball player and also expert at abusing the opposition and other hecklers.
"Good game, Ann," Gina said as she paused outside the door to her room. "Those were some sweet setups you were giving me."
"Thanks, but you were the one who put them away," Ann said. "Where did you learn how to play volleyball so well?"
"I hung out at the beach down at Galveston a couple of summers ago," Gina said. "You know, making the scene, doing it all up right. There was a lot of volleyball on the beach that summer and I picked up some of it."
"Quite a bit of it, I'd say. You really played well."
"Thanks. Want to come in for a while?"
"I ... I've got to shower and change," Ann said.
"There's a shower in our room," Gina said. Her dark eyes were smoldering with a physical desire which she did not bother trying to hide. "Ever make it with a girl? I could go a long way with you, I really could!"
"Er, I'm afraid not," Ann said.
Gina's boldly stated proposal left her stunned. She wandered back down the corridor to her own room and went inside, head reeling with uncertainty. Why had Gina made the proposal so bold and unmistakable? Ann could not answer that question. She was sure that she had done nothing to invite an advance from the girl, who had extended the invitation as though she expected it to be accepted.
Ann undressed slowly, casting her clothes aside without looking where they landed. She could feel a glow of sensual warmth at work between her thighs but this had nothing to do with Gina or her audacious invitations; it was more likely the product of her physical exertion and her pleasure at having played the game well. She touched the lips of her pussy and found them very alive with strong feeling.
For a moment she debated the merits of masturbating but decided against it. The act would have to be a brief one and she was inclined to wait until after the meal, when she would have more time and could indulge herself in a more leisurely, and far more fulfilling, bout of self-stimulation. Withdrawing her hand from between her thighs, she went into the bathroom and turned on her shower.
Later, clean and wet, she was drying herself when she heard the drum of water and someone humming a pop ballad. The sounds came through very clearly, as though the wall separating the two bathrooms was paper thin. Her gaze caught a crack and, drawn to it by some force she did not recognize, she moved forward. The crack was almost exactly at eye level and she stood close, squinting.
After a moment she realized that she was looking into the adjoining bathroom. Gina had just emerged from the shower, dripping wet, and was leaning against the sink. Ann drew in a quick breath upon seeing the girl's naked loveliness. Gina's breasts, though small, were perfectly shaped; the nipples resembled the smaller end of a pear and were very dark. As Ann watched, she caressed them with her fingertips and brought them up to a full, throbbing degree of hardness. The nipples changed color before her very eyes, becoming much darker and more highly flushed with passionate warmth.
Gina then lifted one leg up to prop a heel on the sink bearing most of her weight. She happened to be facing directly toward the crack and Ann could hardly have had a better vantage point from which to observe another woman masturbate. Gina toyed with her pussy for a moment, stroking the lividly inflamed lips gently and spreading them open, then pressing them together. Her cunt was lubricating freely and the clear, sensual moisture had already spread over her entire vulva.
Ann was paralyzed, totally unable to move. The sight struck her with a raw, violent power that rendered her helpless. She had never before had the opportunity to watch a woman playing with herself-she did not count the many times she had masturbated in front of a mirror and watched herself-and she found Gina's act fascinating beyond all belief. She drank in every detail of the girl's anatomy, particularly the strategic area at the base of her belly, and mentally compared Gina's pussy with her own.
She noticed, first of all, that the inner lips were relatively large, especially when viewed against the dimensions of the slit enclosing them, which was barely two inches long. Very dark and highly flushed with passionate warmth, they flared out sullenly and, when her fingers spread them apart, revealed the soft, pink inner wetness guarding the entrance to her cunt.
Ann also noticed that the girl carefully avoided that dainty opening almost entirely, a sharp contrast to her own practice. (She favored penetrating herself with one or two fingers and working them back and forth as fast as possible, coupling this prick-like action with caresses of the clitoral shaft.) Gina reached between the lips of her pussy only to moisten her finger in the steady flow of sexual lubricant, so that she could spread the clear, slippery love-oil over her vulva's surface and thus allow her fingertips to skid over the surface more easily.
Gina also brought her fingers up to her nipples from time to time. She seemed intent on coating them with her pussy's ripe, musky drip and visibly shuddered each time her moist fingers touched one of the drastically swollen nipples. Gradually they too began to glisten wetly and to look even more sexually alive.
For Ann, who had not seen a woman masturbating before, the experience was a vitally sensitive one. Her own pussy flamed up into heated, vibrant life, of course, but she was so intent upon watching the young girl that she could not pull her attention away from the intoxicating sight before her. Her cunt became infused with lustful rage and ached with a dull, persistent thump that seemed almost to permeate her bones.
Gina continued to stimulate herself in the same tender, easy way, working back and forth between her pussy and her nipples with indifference. Once she brought her wet, cunty fingers up to her lips and tasted of her own exudation; an expression of pleasure spread over her dark, beautiful face as she did so. Finally she held her right hand over her vulva, lingers fully extended and stiffened. Her wrist began flicking rapidly and her fingers whipped back and forth over her clitoris. She brought herself off in that way, doing so with a speed and economy which Ann could hardly believe. At the peak of her emotion she threw her head back and grimaced wildly. Her hand came to a halt, quivering heavily, and then gave another beat or two as she sought to rub the last bit of passionate response from her loins. The crisis soon passed and she drew herself up into a standing position, smiling more sweetly then ever. She brought her hand up to her mouth once more and licked her fingers clean. As she did so, she looked directly at the crack in the bathroom's wall, so that Ann had the curious impression that the girl was looking directly into her own eyes and asking her for her impression of what she had seen. , Ann turned away very shaken. She stumbled blindly into her bedroom, stunned by the ultra-passionate scene she had witnessed. She could not help feeling that somehow Gina had known all along that she was watching her and that the entire demonstration of rampant female sexuality had been staged purely for her own benefit. Ann would certainly have fallen onto her bed and fucked herself into insensibility had her eye not caught a glimpse of the clock on her bedside table. She saw that she would have to rush in order to make the dinner table and she reluctantly pulled on a pair of blue jeans, adding a tee shirt and a pair of sandals. A few strokes of her hairbrush put her fluffy brown hair into place and she walked out of the room.
"Oh, hello again!"
"Wh-oh, hello Gina," she said, looking up to see Gina emerge from her own room at the same time. "R-ready for dinner?"
"Sure. Nothing like a good game and a shower to get the appetite going, eh?"
"Yes, I suppose you're right," Ann agreed, though she sensed that the girl might be intending a play on words.
"Enjoy your shower?"
"What? Oh, yes, very nice, thank you."
Again she had the feeling that the girl was playing verbal games with her. There was something about her eyes and mouth, the faintest hint of a knowing smirk, which conveyed that impression and made Ann feel more uncomfortable than ever. She felt certain that Gina was going to refer directly to the act she had witnessed but the girl did not do so, leaving her more up in the air and unsettled than ever. They exchanged broken bits of small talk as they walked toward the dining room.
Fortunately for Ann, Carol Girling beckoned her over to her table when she walked into the big dining room. Had she been forced to sit through a meal sitting across one of the little four-person tables from Gina, she would not have been able to swallow a bite, she knew, and she greeted Carol's signal with total relief. Going over to the table, she saw that Carol was seated with two men.
"This is my husband, Dan," Carol said, indicating a big, fortyish man on her right, "and this is Ken Sykto. He's the assistant counsellor."
"Also chief mechanic, electrician, and general all around handyman," Dan added, giving her a big, powerful right hand and a friendly smile. He was balding and very attractive, Ann thought; his entire personality radiated a gruff, masculine warmth to which she could respond easily. "If you run into a problem that Ken can't solve, just let us know-Carol and I both would like to know what it is."
"Just call me Superman," Ken said. "Of course they're laying it a bit thick!"
Ken, a tall and muscular blonde of about Ann's age, had the same air of manly assurance which set Dan apart from most men. Their sexuality was so blatant, so intense, that Dick Daltrey seemed almost thin and transparent. Ann was able to dispel Gina Corralitos from her mind, thanks to their overwhelming presence, and to concentrate on enjoying herself.
"Why don't you stop by our apartment after-a while?" Carol suggested after they had finished eating. "Say, about eight? We can have a drink and spend some time in getting better acquainted. Dan and I would like to get better information about the home and a new point of view could be a big help."
"Okay, I'll be there," Ann promised. "What's the after dinner routine?"
"Generally, unless there's something specifically scheduled, we like to get each dorm together to discuss the next day," Carol said. "The new schedules are posted during dinner and you can get a copy at the desk outside."
"Sometimes it gets to be a pain in the ass," Dan said, "but we think it's got a good effect, overall. Helps the kids get used to the idea of planning their next day. Usually, when they get here, they've never given so much as a thought to the next day."
"Just get your kids together in your dorm's meeting room," Ken suggested.
Ann held the meeting as suggested and found that the girls in her dorm would be very busy indeed the next day. She asked at least as many questions as she answered and found the girls very willing to talk and be helpful. All of them, that is, except Gina! Throughout the meeting she sat sprawled in a corner of the room, her dark eyes smoldering with an intense sexuality she did not bother disguising. Her gaze rarely left Ann, who felt as though she were being undressed and fondled in public. At first she felt very uncomfortable under that direct, penetrating gaze but after a while, having become more accustomed to it, she felt a different reaction taking place within her body. Gina's powerful, burning eyes were causing her pussy to become infused with new life, to grow much more sensitive and tender. She could hardly shift her position without causing her vulva to rub against the seat of her chair, or the tightly drawn . crotch of her blue jeans; each such movement sent flaming rockets of sexual stimulation racing outward from the point of contact. Her fierce excitement did not interfere with her ability to direct the meeting, oddly, and she continued with much more success than she would have expected.
"Okay, it sounds to me as though you've got the next day pretty well under control," she said, seeing that it was almost time for her to go to the Gerlings' apartment. "Any questions? No? Great. See you all in the morning, then."
She avoided Gina's burning eyes as she left the room. Even so, she left with the very strong certainty that the girl understood her dazed, aroused condition perfectly, almost as though she had had a finger against her pussy to check the rapidly developing warmth generated by her excitement. She tried to compose herself and set her mind into less exciting channels as she strode across the yard to the main building.
"Hi," Carol greeted her when she tapped on the door leading into their living quarters. "Dan and Ken aren't back yet. Come on in. Will you have a martini?"
"I-er, yes, that would be very good," Ann said.
"Somehow I get the feeling that you've just had your first run-in with Gina," Carol said as she mixed gin and vermouth. "Not a quarrel or anything like that, just something to make you aware of her. Right?"
"My God, she's incredible!" Ann said, relieved that she would be able to get at least a part of her feelings out in the open. "I've never met anyone like her! I wouldn't even have thought that such people existed!"
"Yes, she does come on a bit strong, doesn't she? As you said, incredible. I really don't think I've ever met a woman who came across with such intense ... well, sexuality. I might as well call it what it is, I suppose."
"During that meeting after dinner," Ann said, accepting the martini and gratefully sipping, "she didn't say a word. Just sat in a corner, all sprawled out and almost raping me with her eyes! I mean, I haven't even had men look at me that way!"
"Hmmm. Perhaps you've been hanging around with the wrong sort of men," Carol observed. "Or maybe you don't like the ultra-strong approach, I don't know. Well, she probably was raping you! Mentally, I mean. You know, savoring it in her mind, going through each of the steps, that sort of thing. Haven't you ever played that game with a man?"
"I ... well, occasionally," Ann admitted. She intended to deny the fact but then she realized that her hearty flush was giving her away. "I mean, it was never anything serious. You know, just an idle amusement I used to play in airports, places like that."
"I know, dear, you needn't apologize for it," Carol said. "After all, we aren't any of us virgins, or I hope we aren't. And Dan and I, we certainly aren't going to worry too much about your personal life. As long as you can do the job we need done, dear, what you do away from the home is certainly none of our concern."
Dan and Ken arrived at that point. Their arrival turned the conversation into more general channels, much to Ann's relief. She would have found it very difficult to have continued discussing her sexual fantasy life with them present; their overpowering masculinity would certainly have inhibited her and made it almost impossible to talk. Their gentle, probing questions soon persuaded her to speak more freely about other aspects of the home and she often replied with questions of her own.
By ten o'clock, when she followed Ken's example and got up to leave, Ann felt that she knew a great deal more about the Lone Oak home, as well as its directors and staff. It was not until she had closed the door of her room behind her and bolted it that she remembered her primary reason for being there.
God, why did I ever let myself in for this? she asked herself as she undressed and went into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Carol a criminal? Her and Dan ripping off the state? That really sounds absurd. If I ever ran across people who cared about what they were doing, who had a real, loving interest, they're surely the best examples! Damn, I hope that Daltrey's wrong about them; I'd sure hate to have to report them for some kind of violation, maybe get them sent to jail or something like that! But so far, if they're up to dirty tricks, I surely don't see where they're doing them!
As she brushed her teeth, her gaze fell upon the crack in the bathroom wall she again remembered the entrancing vision she had earlier witnessed. Again she had the strong feeling that Gina was in the adjoining bathroom, waiting for her, but she resolutely kept herself from peeping through the narrow opening. Instead she went directly to bed.
The memory had sparked another conflagration between her thighs, however, and before going to sleep she pushed her right hand down between her tense, quivering thighs. A low, muffled gasp of sheer physical ecstasy escaped from her lips as her fingers brushed against her pussy. The highly aroused flesh seemed to draw her hand closer, like a magnet attracting steel filings, and she surrendered to the lustful impulses which were already threatening to overwhelm her senses.
Moaning softly, she turned over onto her stomach and pressed her hips down against her hand. Her index and middle fingers pushed up into the mouth of her cunt, igniting the volatile flesh, and she quickly fucked herself into a long, whimpering climax. Her pussy throbbed with ultra-violent effusions of sensual abandon and her cunt flowed with exceptional freedom, drenching her hand with its liquid sensuality. As she was about to drift off to sleep, Ann remembered seeing Gina taste her fingers after her own bout of self-administered pleasure. The vision entranced her and, scarcely knowing what she was doing, she brought her wet, slippery fingers up to her own mouth. The taste of raw, hotly aroused cunt again inflamed her senses, so that she had to masturbate herself to a second climax before the aching, throbbing sense of hunger between her thighs dwindled away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ann's first four days at the Lone Oak foster home sped by so fast that she felt it was time to leave almost at once. Dan and Carol Gerling had arranged the schedules to keep everyone busy at some task and the schedules were followed closely. One reason for the extremely full and tight scheduling, Dan told her in one of the rare moments when she had time to breathe freely, was to give the kids plenty of things to do, thus making it less likely that they would resort to mischief.
"Not that they don't do a pretty good job of it anyway," he added with a weary laugh. "Another reason is that they just need to learn so much. One of the main reason's they're here in the first place is that they're just so poorly equipped to get along in the real world. In some ways they're extremely street-wise, but in some others they're so out of it you wouldn't believe it."
"Yes I would," Ann said, having already run across some instances of glaring ignorance. "It's hard to believe, but I know what you're talking about."
She was ready for her three days off when it came time to leave. Driving back into Houston, she tried to formulate her knowledge and impressions so that she could write a full and satisfactory report for Daltrey. She had already determined that she would say nothing to him about Gina Corralitos, since the girl's ultra-provocative behavior really did not concern the foster home. Gina had not become less of a problem after that first day but the hectic schedule meant that Ann had very few opportunities to be directly and exclusively the target for the girl's unrestrained sexual-ty. Gina still gave her those long, smoldering glances from time to time but there was seldom enough time for Ann to find them seriously troubling.
It was a different story at night, after the dorms were quiet and settling down for the evening. Twice Ann went into her bathroom and heard water running in the next room; on both occasions she peeped through the crack and saw Gina. The girl had assumed the same position she had occupied when Ann had first seen her: leaning against the sink, one heal up on its rim and her pussy clearly visible. She was masturbating each time, just as before, and very obviously enjoying the touch of her fingers against her pussy. Ann staggered from her bathroom after those viewings, barely able to get over to her bed and fall back, hands clutching her burning slit.
"I'll think of you while you're gone," Gina had said on that last night in the dorm, when Ann had gone around to the rooms to say goodbye to each of her charges. Her roommate had left the building, off to run an errand for Carol, and Gina lay back on her bed with her bathrobe brazenly opened almost all the way up to her hips. Her long, slender legs were crossed at the ankles. "God, will I be thinking about you!"
"I'll be back next week," Ann said. She had already decided that she was going to act naturally, regardless of what kind of provocative behavior the girl might adopt, but she found it very difficult to ignore her flagrant, smoldering lust. "I'm sure that you'll all get along just fine while I'm gone."
"Sure, but I could get along a lot better with you here," Gina said. She carefully stressed the last word, so that Ann understood her to mean that she wished she were there on the bed beside her. "Ohhh, could I ever! Jesus, Ann, I'd love to go down on you! I wish you'd let me love you until you couldn't stand it any more!"
"Gina, that's no way to talk!" Ann said, becoming more alarmed at the girl's force. "Really, I don't know why you say these things!"
"I say them because I want to do them," the girl said. "God, do I ever want to do them! Ohhhh, I could eat you from now on; I could live on your pussy!"
"Gina! That's ... why do you say these things?"
"Because I think you want them too!"
"I ... you ... you think I want them? That's incredible!"
"Okay, so maybe you don't even know it yourself," the girl said, totally unaffected by Ann's astonished reaction. "But there are times when I can feel it in a woman, a longing for the kind of loving I like. And believe me, Ann, I've never been wrong yet! More than once I've gone down on women who thought they were absolutely straight and turned them on to my way of loving. They all went crazy about it and that's a fact!"
"Well, I guess there's a first time for anything," Ann said, affecting a brightness she did not really feel. "And this is one time you're wrong! I really believe in keeping it for men and that's another fact!"
"We'll see," Gina said, paying no mind to her words. "And if you ever change your mind, I promise you right now, I'll never say 'I told you so!
Ann left the girl and hurried back to her own room, trembling violently. Her attempt at dissuading Gina had made no headway whatever, as far as she could tell; the girl seemed absolutely certain of herself and that certainty proved to be even more unsettling. Ann slept poorly that night, waking up at intervals and remembering vivid bits of a dream in which she and Gina had been doing unspeakable things to each other.
Ann was therefore very happy to get away from the foster home. She left early the next morning and drove directly to her apartment. She called Daltrey at the private number he had given her, only to be told by a dry, feminine voice that Daltrey was out of town for the next several days. She was to hold her report and submit it at a later date, whenever Daltrey decided he was ready for it. Ann put down the receiver with an impatient gesture. How like her chronically inefficient department, she thought, to assign her to an undercover field operation and then omit to have anyone ready to take her reports! She looked at the phone for a moment, scowling angrily, and then picked it up again. This time she dialed the office she shared with Julia Fairchild.
"Julia? It's me, Ann."
"Oh, hello, babe! Back already from the wars?"
"For the time being. What's happening at the office?"
"Business as usual," Julia said. "Take my word for it, doll; you sure aren't going to come all the way in here to check it out for yourself, are you?"
"I'll pass that up if I may," Ann replied. "Look, I was wondering-how about dinner tonight? We might have a good bit to talk about."
"Tonight? Sounds great to me."
They discussed various restaurants, none of which sounded exactly right, and Ann then realized that she would prefer cooking a meal. Julia readily accepted the offer and agreed to drive over to her apartment as soon as she got off work.
"Good. That'll give us time for a drink and some gossip before I start serving," Ann said. "See you then."
Ann spent the rest of the day in various duties. She worked a couple of hours on a preliminary draft of her report, enough to show her that her main problem was going to be finding enough facts to make it a respectable length, and then put it aside in favor of her accumulated laundry. After a trip to the laundromat, during which time she put together a shopping list for the evening meal and the next two days, she put her laundry away, cleaned the apartment and went to the supermarket. By five o'clock she was ready for a leisurely bath, which she finished just in time to get dressed and pour herself a drink before Julia rang her doorbell.
"My favorite secret agent!" Julia said, greeting her with a warm hug.
"Quick, inside!" Ann muttered, falling into Julia's playful mood. "Were you followed? Did you go through the ditching procedures?"
"All clear, oh-oh-seven," Julia said with a hearty chuckle. "Ohhh, ain't we some shit? If only ol' Big Man Daltrey could see us now!"
"Speaking of that bastard, where is he?" Ann asked, going into the kitchenette to pour her friend a drink. "I had strict orders to call in my report as soon as I returned and what do I find? He's out of the office, not expected back for who knows how long!"
"Oh, him and some of the other big shots went trucking off to New Orleans yesterday for some kind of regional confab," Julia said. "At least, that's what filtered down to the underlings. For all I know, he's shacked up in Galveston with one of my clients!"
"Well, if he is, she's certainly getting her money's worth," Ann said.
"Ahhh, that's so good after a hard day at the office!" Julia said, downing a hefty portion of the drink Ann handed her. "Mmmmm! And while we're on that subject, honey, how's about letting all your hair down and filling ol' Julia in on that dude? What's he like in the sack, anyway?"
"Well, as I said, he is very large," Ann remarked. She was not certain just how much she ought to tell Julia about her experiences with Daltrey, though she knew that parts of their time together would have to remain very secret. "He's easily the biggest man I ever saw, by a lot! Actually, he's rather good, I thought. Very thoughtful, amazingly tender and kind, considerate, all those good things. Well, I think they're good, anyway."
"Honey, having a black ass don't make a girl a bit less appreciative of things like that," Julia vowed. "Maybe even more so than you white girls, I don't know. Seems like a lot of black dudes, they feel like they've got to live up to that old jazz about 'savage jungle lust' and all that shit."
"I ... well, to tell the truth, I've never even gone out with a black guy," Ann said. "The guys I saw at college, they were always so ... well, I guess they came on about the way you said."
"Sure, no big thing," Julia said. "Man, I get so tired of that jive-you know, that old stuff about how 'I got just what you need, momma, but a lot more'n you ever had,' all that crap. Well, honey, you can take it from me: black guys are just about like white guys. Losers, most of them!"
"Well, you could never accuse Daltrey of playing the macho bit," Ann said. "You know something? He likes to take baths! With women, I mean!"
"Yeah, that's a nice trip, lazing around in a tub of warm water with" somebody," Julia said. "You know, he sounds better and better all the time! It really bugs me, how some guys will just haul their meat out and expect you to start scarfing it right then. But you, you've got to be sterilized, just about, before they'll even get close enough to give you a sniffing, much less an eating!"
Ann laughed at her extravagant way of stating the issue but she recognized the syndrome, having encountered something like it all too often herself. They continued to exchange views and reminiscences for another half-hour, getting up once to freshen their drinks, and then it was time to sit down to their meal. Afterwards Ann found it much easier to broach a subject which was very much on her mind.
"Look, there don't seem to be any great problems about the foster home," she began, "but there's this one situation that I really don't have the slightest idea how to deal with. Just sit back there for a minute and let me fill you in, okay?"
Receiving an affirmative nod, she gave her friend a complete account of Gina Corralitos. She included a rather full description of the girl and stressed the forward, flagrant way in which the girl was attempting to seduce her. She did not, however, make any mention of the fact that she had spied on Gina when the girl was masturbating, or that the sight had affected her powerfully.
"Okay, so what?" Julia asked when she had finished. "The girl's got the hots for you, that's all. Well, what do you do when some guy's got the hots for you?"
"Wh-what do I do?" Ann repeated. "Why, I ... I guess it all depends on how I feel about the guy. Sure, that's what it is, how I feel about him. What else?"
"Right! So, there's your answer," Julia said. "How do you feel about the girl?"
"Well, she's nice, apart from this terrible fixation," Ann managed to reply. "And rather attractive, in that dark, sultry, Latin way. But I could never feel any kind of sexual attraction for her, Julia. My God, she's a woman! Well, a girl, anyway!"
"Oh, come on!" Julia snorted. "Well, all right, I guess that's the difference-you white chicks that come out of these well-to-do homes, you don't look at it quite that way, do you?"
"Julia! Are you telling me that ... well, could you form an attachment with a girl? I can't believe this!"
"Aw, come off it, Ann! Are you telling me that your pussy's so sensitive that you can tell the difference between a man doing it to you and a woman? Honey, I'm not saying this to put you down, but I really do think you've got a lot to learn!"
"I ... I don't know what's happening any more!" Ann breathed. Julia's advice had hit her with devastating force and left her very befuddled. "Julia Fairchild, are you telling me that I ought to go to bed with that child? That I ought to allow her to do all those things to me?"
"Goddamnit, Ann, what the hell's she going to do?" Julia demanded. "Is she going to do anything to you that a man hasn't done? No, I thought not! Well, so what's the beef about? Hell, she might turn out to be a hell of a lot more considerate and tender and loving than a lot of the guys you've been out with. Okay, there's a lot to be said about how nice it is, getting reamed out by a big, hard one, but damn it, Ann, women know how other women feel! They're not as likely to fuck you over as a man!"
"My, it sounds almost as though you're trying to persuade me to become a lesbian!"
"Nothing of the sort," Julia said. "I'm just telling you that making it with a woman's not all that bad. Hell, I don't know a thing about what you ought to do, but I can tell you this: I've been in bed with women and it sure wasn't a bad trip!"
Julia's candid admission left Ann speechless. The woman had spoken firmly but without great heat, making her words all the more weighty, and Ann could not mistake the tone of sincerity and concern in her friend's voice.
"Julia! I ... I don't know what to say!" Ann murmured. "I'd never, uh, that is, I can't-"
"What is it? You thought you had to get yourself a butch haircut, run around in grubby old jeans and a motorcycle jacket before you could get it on with a woman? Aw, c'mon, baby, that's so out of date! It doesn't work that way, honey, really it doesn't! Why, I'd bet you anything we could go into a gay bar and if you were just really honest, you'd have to admit that ninety, ninety-five per cent of the women in there looked just like you and me! I'm telling you for a fact, Ann, the only thing different about most of the lezzies running around is this: they'd rather make it with a woman than a man. And that's the way it is, honey!"
"But you, what about you?" Ann wailed. "You seem to like men too!"
"Sure, why not? Probably most times, everything else being equal, I'd rather have a man, but I'm telling you, honey, a woman can make it damned good for you too! What's wrong with that? I'm ready to go in either direction, that's all. There's lots of people like that, men and women both."
"Well, it would certainly increase the percentages for you," Ann said. She could now jest about her friend's readiness to accept a man or a woman as a lover. "I've heard about bisexuality, of course, but ... well, I suppose I never took it very seriously. I mean, it seemed like such an odd idea that I couldn't really believe that it existed."
"It exists," Julia said. "It really does. Hey, look: I wasn't saying all that to get your head turned around. I'm not telling you that you ought to swing my way, or any other way, understand? All I'm saying is-"
"I know, you're just saying that it's a possible alternative and that the people who practice it aren't that much different from anyone else, not essentially different," Ann broke in to say. "Point taken. And by the way, thanks for talking a little sense to me. I appreciate that, you know."
"Okay. Friends again?"
"Get off it, we never stopped being friends," Ann said. "It'll take me a while to digest this new point of view, get comfortable with it, but I think I'll be able to see some things from a different perspective now. And probably a better one, thanks to you! But ... well, there's this one thing-"
"I know what you mean," Julia said. She had been prepared for the girl's question and correctly interpreted her halting, half-embarrassed beginning. "You want to know how women do it-what they do when they ball, right?"
"Well ... I mean, if you don't mind talking about it," Ann lamely admitted with a brilliant blush.
"What do you do with a guy?" Julia asked. "That's about what you do with a woman, depending on what your bag is. Of course, you can't just lie back and let her push a big, hard, fat one up the joy hole! But otherwise, just the same."
"Isn't that odd?" Ann muttered. "Gina said almost exactly the same thing to me!"
"Could be that she's right," Julia said. "One thing you're not liable to get from a woman is one of those phony, hokey, strap-on dildo jobbies. You know, one of those imitation pricks? I've never known of a woman who'd use one of those gadgets on another woman. The lezzies I've known, they'd tell you to go find a man if that's the kind of action you wanted."
"You know, I think you've just told me a lot," Ann said, looking up with a dazzling smile. "I'd heard it before but it hadn't ever soaked in, not really. You know, that old line about 'it takes a woman to know what another woman wants?' Well, I can finally see the point to that!"
"Sure, that's got some truth to it," Julia agreed. "A lot of guys, it seems like they're not really interested in making love to you, or with you. It's more like they had this plot inside their head and they're just working it out on you."
Ann nodded in agreement. She could recall, all too easily, a number of occasions when a lover had obstinately proceeded along his own path and failed to give her the exact kinds of stimulation she most wanted. She had sometimes encountered men who were willing to take direction and apply it usefully but they were definitely in the minority. It seemed reasonable to her that a woman, in contrast, might well be able to sense her inner desires and go a long way toward satisfying them. Even after arriving at that degree of understanding, however, she was still not at all sure that she would ever be able to overcome her earlier fears and prejudices against lesbian practices.
"You know, I could get warm for you real easy," Julia went on to say. "Instead of just talking about it, we could do it, you and me. Sure, I'd like that, but I don't believe you're near ready to try putting any of that into practice just yet!"
"Me? You could want to ... with me?" Ann squeaked.
"Sure, why not? You're a damned good looking woman, passionate, warm, caring, all those good things. Of course I could get hot for you! But not until you were easy in your own mind, honey, and sure not until you were interested in me! So you don't have to worry, Ann; I'm not going to try anything with you, not till you're ready for it!"
"I ... I don't know what to say," Ann breathed. "Wow, you really knocked me over backward with that!"
"Don't say anything," Julia said. "It isn't going to happen now, so we don't have to worry about it, right? If we ever get worked around to a situation where it'll be right for us to do something about it, I'll know-and so will you. We'll just let ol' Nature take its course if that ever happens. Till then, no sweat!"
Ann consented, of course. Her mind was whirling about dizzily until she did not trust herself to speak or move. Julia's startling disclosures had swept her off her feet and destroyed her confidence, until she did not know what to do or say. Thanks to Julia's thoughtfulness and her restraint, Ann was able to overcome her dazed, befuddled condition after a few moments. Julia helped her wash dishes and restore the kitchen to its original state; the work helped Ann focus her mind on other subjects and after a time they were chattering away almost as if nothing had happened.
Ann could not forget what Julia had said however. Much later, after her friend had take her leave, Ann retired to her bedroom. There she stripped herself naked and spent a long time examining her body in a full length mirror beside her dressing table. She examined herself with as objective an eye as she could manage, trying to see if there were any part of her that might be especially attractive to another woman. She saw only the same body she had always seen, of course, and finally turned away no wiser for having conducted the examination.
She then stretched out on her bed and positioned a hand mirror between her thighs, propping it against a pillow in order to have both hands free. She devoted several minutes to a critical examination of her vulva, peering at it from every angle she could manage, and again saw nothing distinctive about the organ. She could remember a cliche from her high school days, an old wives' tale which some girl had brought to school and had begun circulating among her classmates. The story was this: lesbians were something less than female and in fact were more nearly underdeveloped females. The girl had claimed, with all the certainty of a teenaged "expert," that a lesbian's clitoris was the surest indication of her psychological condition, being exceptionally long and shaped very much like a miniature prick.
Ann had never given much credence to the claim, having distrusted the girl on other grounds, but now she examined her own clitoris with unusual thoroughness. Not being familiar with what other women looked like, she was not certain whether her own clitoris was normal or not. She could not see the faintest resemblance between her little nub of awesomely sensitive tissue, however, and a prick. The self-examination had already brought her inner furnace to a state of glowing warmth, so that she knew the organ could not develop any further; she tested her flesh with a cautious finger and found that she was indeed drastically aroused.
And anyway, she told herself, I saw Gina's twat and it sure didn't look anything like a prick! God, what a soft, tender, just perfectly feminine thing that was! And if anybody were going to have an overdeveloped clit, she'd sure be the one! Mm-mmm, it's so hard, so fucking hot and tender! Oooooh, like that, just easy and gentle, that's the way, that makes it hurt all over, it's-ugghhhhhh! So wet, so hot and juicy!
Remembering her sighting of Gina's pussy also brought to mind the excitingly uninhibited way the girl had moistened her nipples with her pussy's freely flowing juices. No sooner had she thought of that act than Ann wanted to test it on herself. She wetted the tip of her index finger between the inner lips of her pussy, pushing it up into the mouth of her cunt to get it as wet as possible, and then moved the finger up to her left nipple. She watched, eyes glittering wetly, as she decorated her own nipple with her pussy's ripe, hot oil. Her finger glided easily over the stiff, swollen projection and ignited new fuses of sexual reaction within her body.
Ann intended re-wetting her finger and applying it to her other nipple but her willful body betrayed her. As she slipped her finger back between the lips of her pussy to moisten it again, she felt a preliminary surge of erotic feeling blast through her loins with ultra-powerful vigor. The quick rush of sensuality took her by surprise-she had not thought she was that close to coming-but she readily surrendered to its imperative demands.
"Oooooooh!" she moaned, thrusting her index finger deep into the rim of her vagina and then withdrawing, only to return with a two-fingered thrust that turned the early waves of pleasure into a hearty, all-consuming orgasm. "Omigod, I'm-agghhhh! Owwwww! I'm coming, I'm coming all over, I'm-aurrgghhhhhhh! Aiiieeeeeeee!"
She continued to plunge her fingers back and forth inside that highly aroused cleft of tender flesh and to swing her palm about so that it grazed against her tortured clitoris. Her heels dug into the bed and her hips raised up, until all her weight rested on her head, shoulders and heels. Pushing her pelvis higher, she continued to stab her fingers into her pussy and to shudder with increasing passion. Ann fucked herself into a rare state of trembling, panting excess and then slumped back onto the bed, drained of every semblance of sexual feeling.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Daltrey did not return to Houston during Ann's three day stay in the city, nor did he try contacting her. She spent most of the time in her apartment, resting and trying to put together a report which satisfied her. When she began packing the night before she was to return to the foster home, she had assembled a six page memorandum which at least stated the facts she had gathered during her first four days of undercover work, although she did not think of it as a particularly truthful statement.
Truth would have to wait, she decided very early in her efforts at reporting. For one thing, she suspected that there were truths about the foster home which she could not prove, or even offer facts with which to substantiate her view, and for another, there were truths which she was not about to disclose to anyone in a position of authority in her department. Most of the latter variety of truths, of course, pertained to Gina Corralitos and Ann's feelings toward the girl.
Julia's startling disclosures had forced Ann to think harder about her own opinion of Gina. They had not, however, helped her reach any firm conclusion. Rather, they had driven her farther into a sea of troubled uncertainty. Ann no longer found it possible to form an instinctive reaction against the thought of lesbian practices, though she was still very far from actively wanting to engage in them. She found, though, that she could at least contemplate the possibility of making love with Gina, a notion which she could not have entertained before. That realization did nothing whatever to settle her troubled mind, naturally, and she began wondering if perhaps she might be drifting into a state of mind that would be conducive to engaging in such practices.
Ann thus drove back to the foster home with something less than a bright, optimistic outlook. She left early and arrived just before eight that morning. At once she was caught up in the hustle and bustle of the home's daily routine, so that she managed to slide through the first day without great difficulty. To be sure, Gina greeted her with another of those scorching looks that seemed to burn away her clothing and leave her stark naked, but Ann found the inner strength to cope with that distraction.
"How about coming by the apartment tonight?" Carol said as they stood in line for lunch. "Dan and Ken are taking almost everybody out to a movie. You and I could have a stag dinner, so to speak."
Ann agreed to that and they settled upon a time for her to come to the apartment. They would both attend the evening meal and supervise it, but would not eat, Carol suggested; afterward they could hold an abbreviated discussion with the few kids who were not going to the movie and then begin their own dinner.
"I'll put on a one-dish dinner in the oven this afternoon," Carol said. "I'll time it to come out, oh, say about eight, how's that? It'll give us time for a rink before we sit down to eat."
"Whew! I think I'm going to be ready for that," Ann said, grimacing. "It's really rough, trying to get back into this hectic pace after three days off!"
"You're doing wonderfully well," Carol said. "I think you're going to be a very valuable part of our staff. Don't worry about it, dear, you'll do just fine."
Carol's assurance helped her make it through the afternoon, though it was a very long and tiring one. Ann walked back to her dorm to wash up before dinner and looked up to see Gina angling toward her, headed in the same direction.
"Good to see you again," Gina said. "Enjoy your days off?"
"I certainly did," Ann said with a big smile. "I'm not sure I could stand this pace full time!"
"Aw, you'd get used to it. Did you have time to think about making it with me? Feel any better about trying it my way?"
"Gina, really! Don't you think about anything else?"
"Sure. Sometimes I think about going down on Carol," the girl said. "Or maybe somebody else, anybody but these bitches around here. You know, I believe maybe you really were thinking about it! Yeah, your attitude's changed some, I can tell. That's really neat, you know? Why, in a week or two maybe you'll be willing to let me work out with you! God, I'd love that! I could really give you a ride, you know that, don't you? I could just-"
"Gina, please!" Ann interrupted. She was very agitated, but this was due more to the girl's shrewd perception of her slight change in attitude. "It isn't going to happen, believe me. And even if I liked women, I couldn't touch you. For a counsellor to engage in things like that with a student, that would be ... I can't even find a word to describe it!"
"You're changing," Gina said. She seemed to pay no attention whatever to Ann's protests; her assurance was evidently rock-solid. "You might not want to admit it but you are, you really are. Yes, you're coming around-and you know something? When you get ready to go all the way, I'm going to be here, just as ready as I can be! Don't forget that, huh?"
Ann stomped into her own room and tried to blot out what the girl had said. Gina's ability to read meaning into her behavior bothered her greatly, not least because Ann knew very well that the had been a change in her attitude. Since seeing the girl last, Ann's ideas about homosexual lovemaking had been drastically altered and she found it highly disconcerting that the girl could detect that change in opinion so readily. Ann still refused even to contemplate the notion of giving in to Gina's insidious suggestions, of course.
Later, during the meal with Carol, she found it much easier to unburden herself. Carol had unwittingly eased the way for her to do so, having provided tbem with two large vodka gimlets before the meal. The drinks, along with a bottle of beguiling red wine and a snifter of very smooth brandy after the meal, put Ann into a mellow, relaxed frame of mind and allowed her to broach the subject troubling her.
"It's Gina," she finally said, deciding that she might as well be honest with the woman. "Gina and her pushiness, her insistence on making passes at me. Or maybe it isn't really Gina so much who worries me; maybe it's my own attitude, I'm just not sure. Anyway, I'm really shaken by it all."
Carol's gentle, unobtrusive questions and willingness to listen enabled Ann to go into the matter much more fully than she had originally intended. She ended up telling Carol about her evening with Julia and how Julia's disclosures had forced her into a reorientation of her thinking about homosexual lovemaking. She made it quite clear that she had no intention of giving in to the girl's demands, naturally.
"That sort of thing just doesn't interest me," Ann stated. "I'm certainly no prude, I like men and enjoy them, usually. I don't know if you think I'm supposed to be a virgin, or act like one, but-"
"Certainly not that!" Carol broke in to say. She smiled warmly at the girl, who had become fairly agitated by this time. "No, we can understand that a person has needs, desires, that sort of thing. Really, we'd probably rather that you have an active sex life. Personally, I think it's part of a natural, everyday life."
"Sure, but you're married!"
"True, but before I was married I was not exactly a model of chastity," Carol said. "And I certainly never believed that I was any the worse for enjoying a good fuck, or liking the feel of a stout, hard prick in my mouth!"
"Well! I'm glad to learn that I'm not going to have to try following some exalted set of rules about complete chastity," Ann said. She had been astounded by Carol's very direct language but she appreciated the woman's honesty. "Or have to deceive you about not following them, whatever the case might be."
"Now, about Gina," Carol said. "So far she hasn't attempted to have you, I suppose? I mean, she hasn't actually made a physical pass at you?"
"She hasn't touched me or anything like that, if that's what you mean, no."
"Mmmm, just verbal teasing, eh? Except that in her case it's more than teasing, I'm sure of that. Tell me this: have you discovered the crack in the wall of your bathroom? Ahhhh! I take it from that lovely blush that you have! Yes, I know about that! Bonnie Darden-she was your predecessor in that dorm-made it, I believe, along with some help from Gina. Gina loved to get in her bathroom and masturbate while Bonnie watched and diddled herself on her side of the wall. Yes, Bonnie succumbed to Gina's allure, though I don't believe that she had anything like the resistance you're putting up! They finally developed a flaming, screaming, passionate love affair and ... well, we had to let Bonnie go. She was becoming more of a problem than an asset and there didn't seem to be any way we could help her."
Ann felt terribly ashamed and embarrassed upon finding that Carol knew about the crack in the wall of the bathroom and that her own blush had given her away. She tried to find a satisfactory way of explaining, or even apologizing, and of course could not do so.
"So as things stand right now," Carol said after a moment of silence had fallen between them, "it seems that you're actually more worried about yourself, right? You feel that perhaps you're in some danger of becoming a lesbian? Or at least of giving in enough to, er, sample our Gina? Tell me this, Ann: when you were looking through that crack, what did you see? And what effect did it have on you?"
"I ... oh, you know what I saw!" Ann said. She frowned sullenly but could not summon up the strength needed to deny Carol's insinuations. "Gina was in there, naked, and ... and playing with herself. It was almost as if she knew that I was watching her! And she seemed to enjoy displaying herself, showing off her ... her skills!"
"I wouldn't be surprised if she did know that you were watching," Carol said. She had not so much as lifted an eyebrow during Ann's statement and showed no sign of chagrin, or disgust, or any other reaction except a kind, understanding interest and concern. "Or at least she was probably hoping you were watching! All right, then, now tell me this: does it strike you as so awful that a woman might find it exciting to, er, perform, to display herself, to another person? Even in a moment of intimacy?"
"Awful? Gee, I don't know I'd use quite that word," Ann said. "Strange, sure; it certainly never occurred to me to try anything like that. But I don't know that I'd call it awful, no. No, I don't believe I thought that, not really."
"And what kind of effect did this, er, display have on you?" Carol asked. "Oh, I can see! Mmmm, very interesting indeed! And after watching Gina, then you reciprocated, I suppose? Ahhhh!"
"No, it wasn't like that!" Ann moaned. "I ... what I mean is, I didn't do it in front of her, I swear it! I ... I went back into the bedroom and laid down. I did it there, not with her watching me, honest!"
"Of course," Carol said. "But the main point is this: seeing Gina masturbate did arouse you!"
"Ohhh, God, it made me just so incredibly horny!" Ann said, writhing slightly as she remembered the fierce storm of sexual hunger which had pervaded her loins. "I don't know when anything has turned me on more!"
"And that bothers you, that seeing her in action aroused you," Carol said, needing no confirmation on that point. "Very well, dear, it seems to me that you need to understand a little more about human sexuality, to begin with."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Just this: what if it had been a man whom you'd seen masturbating? Wouldn't that have affected you just as powerfully? Of course it would have! And you're probably thinking that that would have been all right, because he was a man. But that isn't the point, dear: the most basic fact is that what you were seeing was a demonstration of passion, lust, sexuality, call it what you will. And you responded to it, as well you shoud have done! Whether it was a man or a woman, that's rather immaterial, in the long run, don't you see?"
"You mean, I got turned on because ... it wasn't because she was a woman?"
"So I suspect," Carol said. "Oh, there was probably an element of novelty to it, I daresay. You've probably never seen too many women masturbating, I imagine? So, the fact that you were seeing something new probably made it even more exciting. But deep down inside, I believe, you were simply responding to an elemental display of lust!"
"Wow! I sure never thought about it that way!"
"And as for your other point," Carol went on, "I'd have to say that yes, it can be a definite turn on to masturbate with someone watching. I do it very often with Dan as an audience. It seems to give him a lot more vigor when he's tired, perhaps not too interested in seducing me. And God knows, it certainly makes it better for me!"
"Now that's an idea that never occurred to me," Ann said. "Not ever!"
"You see, masturbation can be very good when you're by yourself," Carol said. "I have a very strong feeling that you know that already. But with an audience, dear, it's even better! You can see the excitement mounting in the other person's face and believe me, it really makes your pussy throb a lot harder! It's such a delicious way to enjoy your own come and get your partner turned on too. Would you like to try it with me? Right now?"
"W-w-with you? Here? N-n-now?"
"Sure! It works with both men and women equally well," Carol said. "You ought to know that!"
Ann gulped and looked away, unable to meet the challenge in Carol's blue eyes. The woman's audacious proposal had come as a complete surprise but it was one capable of evoking a very quick and pronounced response from deep between Ann's thighs.
"Sure you do," Carol said, rising to her feet. "I can see that you want to try it with me; you're just too shy to admit it. So I'll take the lead!"
With that she lifted up the hem of her dress-she had changed clothing before Ann had arrived for the meal-and stripped off her panties. Carol then settled back onto the couch beside the girl and turned to face her directly. She leaned back against the arm rest, leaned one knee against the couch's back and drew it up higher. At the same time she hitched the skirt up around her waist and spread her other knee wide, forming a perfect valley with her richly moistened pussy at its center.
The situation being what it was, Ann could see no point to turning away and ignoring Carol's lascivious display; to do so, she felt, would be the height of rudeness. Ann could find no alternative to looking down at the woman's pussy, nor did she search very hard for one. It was clear enough that Carol wanted to be watched and Ann was in no condition to frustrate her desire.
Carol's vulva resembled a round, furry mound with a deep dimple running down its center. The outer fold of flesh was so large that it completely enveloped the inner lips. Her vulva had flushed a deep shade of maroon, adequately signaling the state of rampant readiness she had reached, and it looked very warm indeed. Her pubic hair was a light tan and was sparse enough for the flesh underneath to be visible.
"Talking about all that stuff made me so horny!" Carol breathed. "Mmmm, I can't believe how turned on I am! Don't you want to take your jeans off? It'll be so much better, Ann, if we watch each other!"
Ann moved abruptly, as if struck, and leaped to her feet. She kicked off her sneakers and began stripping off her jeans. Her fingers were trembling so hard that she had difficulty in undoing the zipper holding the fly together but she managed to get it worked down. Carol smiled approvingly when she saw that the girl was not wearing panties beneath the jeans.
"Yes, leave it bare!" the woman muttered. "I like that! Often, when I'm going to be alone with Dan for the evening, I'll simply wear a dress with nothing at all underneath-so that he can reach under and get himself a quick feel if he wants. Now turn and face me, dear, yes, that's right, so I can-ohhh, God, you're so lovely! I really like a pussy like yours, with the lips so large and prominent; they look ever so much sexier than mine!"
"Wow! I ... I think I like yours better!" Ann whispered. "But I never knew that there could be so much difference. I mean, I...."
"You mean you thought we were all alike down there?" Carol suggested when she could not finish her thought. "I suppose we are, in the larger sense, but the details are so different! And so interesting! Yes, sit back like that and-ahhhh, you're as excited as I am! The lips, they're so large, so dark and wet! God, you must be burning up inside! Don't you want to get off?
"I'm dying to come!" Ann blurted out. She had settled into a position very like Carol's and was facing the woman. "Your eyes, they're burning into me! Ohhhh, I want to fuck, I want to fuck my brains out! I want to come all over myself!"
"Go ahead and fuck yourself!" Carol said. "Here, will it make it better for you if I open up? Spread it out, like that? Ahhh, you like the looks of my pussy too! I can tell by the way you're looking at it! There, I've got my finger between the lips and ... oooooh! It feels so good there, up against my clitty!"
Ann watched for a moment as the woman spread the outer lips of her pussy apart, revealing a pair of exquisitely sculpted little petals of pink, wet flesh nestled deep between them. They looked absurdly small and delicate, especially on a woman as tall and robust as Carol, but the slightest touch of her finger brought a dramatic shudder of strong feeling from her loins.
The woman moved her finger up and down that moist, fragrant furrow and massaged the tiny little lips carefully. Her finger moved higher and circled her clitoris, then plunged back into the furrow once more. She gasped aloud as her body reacted with quick, powerful surges of passionate desire.
Ann's right hand moved of its own accord down to the junction of her thighs. She was not aware of her hand's movement until she felt an electrifying shockwave of physical pleasure shoot through her pussy. Jerking about vigorously, she moaned aloud and jerked her hand away. She could not resist the insidious temptation for long, however, and within a few seconds she was again stroking the big, dark lips and reaching between them to stimulate the ultra-tender vaginal opening.
Irresistible forces seemed to be working within her body and drawing her fingers up into the mouth of her cunt. Unable to resist that terrible pressure, she gave in with a rush and plunged two of her fingers deep into the frighteningly tender little cleft of hot, wet flesh. The penetration ignited a quick-burning fuse in her loins and a second later she twitched heavily, threw her head back and groaned with savage fury. Her climax burst out of her womb with primitive force, wrenching and tearing its way free and multiplying in intensity until she felt as though she were being torn in two. Again and again her cunt throbbed heavily as she worked her fingers back and forth with quick, darting thrusts.
"Fuck! Fuck yourself!" Carol had slowed the motion of her own hand when she had seen that Ann was about to come. Her eyes narrowed and burned with special intensity as she watched the girl work her fingers back and forth inside her pussy and then, just as her cunt was nearing the peak of its heaving trip, reinforced the drastic pangs of lustful joy by rubbing another finger over her clitoris. "Oh, God, you're fucking the come out of your pussy, you're coming all over! Cream, Ann, shoot off! Come all over your fingers! My God, you're so lovely, so beautiful when you come!"
Ann was of course in no condition to hear or comprehend the woman's throaty exhortations. Her head was nearly bursting with built up pressure and her climax occupied her attention fully. Carol could have reached out at that moment and added her own fingers to Ann's, had she but known it, and the girl would never have realized that another woman was helping her make her climax stronger.
"Jesus, you're making me hornier than ever!" Carol breathed. She resumed her slow, leisurely rubbing style once Ann had reached the zenith of her climax and had lapsed into a stunned, limp state of post-orgasmic weariness. "I loved watching you get off, it made me want to come more than ever! Ahhhhh! I love rubbing my pussy when it's all hot and wet, dripping with cunt-juice and getting more feeling! Oooooh, I'm on fire, I'm burning up with love!"
Ann regained her senses in time to watch Carol masturbate herself through the final stages of preparation and into a long, whimpering climax. The first wave of orgiastic sensation quickly peaked, then ebbed slightly, but Carol continued to work the tip of her right index finger along the stiffened shaft of her clitoris. Moments later, the orgasmic feeling returned, stronger than ever, and picked up at a much faster pace. She continued working that finger against her clitoris and now began writhing upon the couch, twisting her hips about and snapping her pelvis up to make the contact even more intoxicatingly effective. She masturbated herself into a long series of orgasms, three or four at least, and did not stop until she had completely exhausted the storehouse of sexual emotion which had built up inside her body.
"Mmmm, I think I'm close to being fucked out!" she finally whispered. "Thanks, dear; it wouldn't have been nearly so good without you."
"Well, I was enjoying it too," Ann said. "I ... I thought I was dying when I first felt it hit, that first time, I mean. I guess your opinion was a good one, Carol: it is more fun to do it with someone watching!"
"I just wish Dan had been here to see you," Carol said. "Mmmm, that would have made him so horny, so hot and hard! He'd have rammed his cock up me so far I'd have gagged on it, almost! That's another way that's good-to have a man in you who appreciates this sort of thing. Talk about putting some extra stiffening in his prong!"
"Am I hearing you right?" Ann asked. "You're saying that it would be a good idea for me to be here when you and Dan are...?"
"Of course! He likes watching women too," Carol said. "And a lovely one like you, with really strong action, that would make his balls just twice as full of come! Why? Don't you think it would be a good idea? Me, I'd love it!"
"I never heard of such a thing!" Ann protested. "Why, I couldn't possibly intrude on you when you're ... when you're with your husband!"
"It's not an intrusion if you're invited," Carol said, smiling at her perplexed state. "And you are definitely invited! And how! Would you like to watch us fuck? Perhaps bring along a man of your own? That's a nice way to go, too; four in a bed is a lot more fun than two! What do you think of Ken? He'd love to get his dick up into that sweet-looking little pussy of yours, I know he would!"
"Carol! Wh-what are you saying? My God, this is ... I never heard of such a thing! Really!"
"Oh, do you really expect me to believe that?" Carol asked, lifting her eyebrows skeptically. "A modern young woman your age, and you've never seen another couple in action? Really!"
Ann looked away guiltily. When she had staged her show of innocence, she had meant to convey the impression that she had never seen another couple making love. While strictly true, this was a misleading way of stating the case. On two occasions that she could recall, she had overheard couples screwing while on a double date at a drive-in movie and on three other occasions she had succumbed to the charm of an attractive young man while his roommate was fucking another girl in an adjoining room marked off by nothing more substantial than an archway. In each of those cases, the car or the rooms had been so dark that she could see little or nothing, but the other couples had been vocal enough for her to be able to follow their progress with agonizingly minute detail.
"All right, maybe you haven't actually seen another couple going at it," Carol said, "but what about double dates in cars? Or going back to a fellow's apartment and finding that his roommate already had the bed occupied?"
"Well ... there was a little of that," Ann had to admit. "But I didn't try to make it happen, honest I didn't!"
"And so what if you had tried to make it happen?" Carol said. "There's nothing wrong with sharing one's excitement, dear. Speaking personally, I should relish the idea of taking Dan after he's had himself a nice, juicy fuck inside those lovely thighs of yours! He really has a lovely cock, dear, and seeing him fuck it up your cunt would ... ahhhh, it would make me so hot for him!"
Ann was overwhelmed by the woman's intensity, so much so that she could say nothing in reply. After a moment Carol nodded and pushed her dress back down around her thighs.
"Very well, you can think about it," she said. "I'm quite serious, dear, I really am. Dan and I have both been worried about you, wondering if perhaps having a nice man might not help you work better. You know, there's nothing like a good, hot fuck to take out those tension headaches!"
"I'll have to think about it," Ann said, not knowing what else to say. "It's such a new, different kind of idea, I'm not really sure what I think. But I do think I'd better get put together and go on back to the dorm."
"Yes, it's been a long day," Carol said. "Well, thanks for coming by, dear, and above all, thank you very much for that lovely interlude. I don't know when I've enjoyed it any more!"
CHAPTER NINE
Ann hurried back to her dorm and to bed, where she quickly fell asleep. Her departure from the apartment did not mean that she was absent from Carol's thoughts, as she proved when Dan arrived an hour later. He had Ken Sykto, the tall, broad-shouldered assistant counsellor with him. They opened cans of beer and sat down on the couch to catch their breath, having seen their charges to their dorms and thus brought a long day to a close.
"You should have been here about an hour and a half ago," Carol said. "You'd have had to find some place else to sit."
"Oh? What was happening? Nice things?" Dan asked.
"Mmmm! Very nice!" Carol said. "You'd have seen a pair of ultra-horny women giving themselves hand jobs!"
"Oh? She broke down a little?" Ken asked.
"A little," Carol said. "I put a little more drink into her than she was accustomed to handling, I think. When I saw that she was a little tipsy, I decided to plunge ahead and take a chance. She's not quite ready for the final plunge, darlings, but she is definitely getting riper!"
"I'm still not so sure that we ought to risk it with her," Dan said. "She's so damned super straight! I'm afraid that she's going to find out more than she should before we have time to take her the final distance."
"It's a risk," Carol acknowledged. "But I believe we've still got a good chance. Oh, Dan, if you could have seen her! My God, such a lovely little body! And a pussy that's ... well, just flagrantly, brazenly sexual! If you and Ken had been here I'm positive you could have brought her all the way home!"
"She really got off on a little mutual finger dipping, huh?" Ken asked.
"Delicious come! She pushed two fingers up it and really rammed herself hard," Carol said. "Just an all-out hand fuck, that's what she gave herself. If Gina keeps pressing her, I wouldn't be at all surprised if she caves in this very week!"
"Gina will keep pressing," Dan said. "We know that for a fact!"
"She'll do that," Ken said, grinning. "I was talking to her after lunch and she told me that she was nearly dying from the tension. I don't think I've ever seen her so hot for a woman as she is for Ann!"
"It's a pity that she won't have Ann all to herself," Carol said. "But we've already made that perfectly clear to her, so she knows what she's getting into!"
Dan looked at his wife for a moment and then slowly unfastened the top snap and belt of his jeans. He ran the zipper down slowly, opening the fly, and pushed the material aside to reveal his semi-erect cock. The organ pointed toward his left hip and became larger even as she watched. He held the half-emptied can of beer against it for a moment, grimacing at the shock of the cold metal, and then put the beer can aside. He took the tool in his hands and pointed it more upright; it was not yet hard enough to stand erect on its own and the head drooped over sullenly. He gently pulled the foreskin off the broad-rimmed tip and began masturbating slowly.
Ken watched him for a moment and then copied his action. His cock, even larger than Dan's, was farther along the road to perfect erection and quickly reached a state of rigid, throbbing fullness as he too began pulling the foreskin off the tip and pushing it back, repeating the action over and over.
Carol watched them for a moment before leaving her chair. She slipped off her dress, the only garment she wore, and stood before them for a few moments, watching them masturbate. Her hands moved over her thighs and belly, stroking her flesh with light, feathery touches, and then aised up to her breasts. Her nipples had become very dark and prominent and her fingers' touch sent electric shocks of sexual yearning through her esh.
After thus bringing her body to a higher state of alertness-during that time she did not touch her pussy at all-she moved over to the couch. Ken had slipped off his jeans and was now leaning against the armrest, facing Dan, and she straddled him on the cushion, face toward her husband. Ken held is massive shaft of lust-hardened prick upright, that she had only to lower her hips to bring the broad, flaring head into contact with the drastically beated fold of flesh at the base of her belly. She did not attempt to spread the outer fold for him; as soon as she felt the tool against her vulva she readjusted her position slightly, enough for the mushroom-shaped tip to spear between the love-slick fold and settle into place as he held the base firmly.
"Ooooh!" she moaned, her eyes reflecting the tension within her loins. "My God, I didn't know how horny I was!"
Ken's prick was an exceptionally fine specimen, a little over nine inches in length and of a proportional thickness. Carol's face registered abundant emotion as she increased the pressure between them and forced the mouth of her cunt around that huge stalk. Dan continued to masturbate slowly, growing harder with every beat, and watched carefully as Ken's prick slipped up into that tight, lubriciously warmed channel. The sight quickly brought his own cock to a quivering peak of hardness. He stood up and pushed his jeans the rest of the way off, then doffed his tee-shirt and stood before his wife stark naked.
"You're going to love fucking her tonight!" Ken muttered. "Hot, juicy, tight like I've never felt her before!"
Carol quickly lifted herself off Ken, having taken about half the length of his cock into her pussy's sensual embrace. She quickly reversed herself on the couch and knelt between his legs, bending over his loins and catching the head of the tool between her full, red lips. The taste of pussy was raw and hot on the thick meat and she ate him with a lascivious eagerness, taking every inch of the rod into her mouth and groaning with pleasure as the broad shaft filled her mouth with male lust.
Dan, meanwhile, had knelt down at her rear and introduced his own prick into her cunt. His cock was almost two inches shorter than Ken's magnificent implement, and thinner too, but he found that Carol's opening was as tight and "firm as it had ever been, despite having been probed by that gloriously huge prick only seconds before. He fed his prong into the orifice slowly, inch by inch, and the gradual penetration inspired Carol into flights of oral treatment which brought Ken dangerously near the point of no return. She kept one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and used the other to stroke his immense balls. In this way she could more accurately gauge the extent of his arousal and when she felt him quivering dangerously, she at once pulled away, leaving his prick bulging into the air.
"She's after a long session!" Ken gasped. "She wants to make it last forever!"
"She'd act different if she had Ann back here at her ass," Dan pointed out. "Back here lapping away at her pussy, working b p" tongue all over the outside and then driving it an the way up inside!"
"I'd like to be here when that little bitch finally decides to go all the way," Ken said. "When she really gives in and lets Carol show her what pussy-eating's all about! Damn, she looks like she'd have a tight little ass on her!"
"Maybe we'll find out for ourselves before too long," Dan said. "I hope it works out the way we want it to; I wouldn't mind giving her a ride myself!"
"I want to be there when Gina brings her off for the first time," Carol said. "I want to see the look of shock, of beauty, on her face when she feels the lightning begin to strike! That's going to be the trip to end all trips, when she discovers that a woman can create such a storm inside her pussy!"
"If anybody can do it," Ken declared, "Gina'll sure be the one. Is there anybody in the world who can eat a woman better than her?"
"If there is, I'd walk on water to meet her," Carol vowed. "Or him, whatever the case might be. I still find it difficult, sometimes, to believe that someone as young as that can be so devilishly good at it."
"I just wish that she loved fucking as much as she does sucking," Dan said. "If she could attack a cock the way she goes after a pussy, there'd be a line of people a mile long outside her door every day of the year!"
"She'll never reach that point," Carol warned. "She's just too far gone, I'm afraid, ever to be very satisfactory for a man. Unless, of course, you're the kind of man who likes the kind of treatment she wants to hand out!"
"You know, even that's not bad," Dan said. "Really weird, standing there and letting her work on you-you get those really out of sight sensations, and along with them that incredible hostility! But it's not a trip I like very often!"
"Ooooh! When you make it jump inside me like that I could almost die!" Carol moaned. "God, I've got to get myself a mouthful of that one too!"
Again she reversed herself on the couch. Ken again directed his prick into her hotly aroused slit, penetrating her from the rear as she knelt before him with her rump held high, and she took her husband's well-greased cock into her mouth with soft, muffled cries of ecstatic pleasure. Ken fucked himself up into the heart of her cunt with slow, devilishly effective strokes and gradually planted all his prick inside her warm, moist sheath of voluptuously awakened flesh.
The tender, easy way in which he pushed his massive cock home brought added vivacity to her mouth and tongue. She sucked at Dan's throbbing prick with furious intent. The taste of cunt filtered into her tastebuds and then into her nervous system, so that her lips, tongue and entire mouth worked together in subtle harmony to create a torrent of persuasive action against his cock.
When Ken had pushed the final inch of iron-hard prick into her tender sheath and had his loins pressed tightly against her tense hips, she reached back with her right hand to grasp his balls. The huge, sperm-laden eggs dangled low and she began pressing them against her clitoris and the outer portions of her vulva. As she did so, she also began contracting her vagina's well-schooled muscles, a tactic that exerted additional pressure against that deeply planted phallus.
Carol had brought her body to such a state of physical fitness that she could exert a fantastic clipping action against a prick. An especially large one, such as Ken's, naturally filled her sheath almost to the bursting point and even the slightest interior twitch was usually enough to make a man think that drastic forces were at work inside the woman. She used all her skills now and began milking that long, thick pillar of hot muscle. Her fingers continued to work at his balls and lent added stimulus to the savagely erotic treatment.
"God, she's squeezing it to death!" Ken gasped. "Ohhh, your cunt! It's going wild, Carol, it's tearing my dick apart! Unnngghhhhhh! Milk it, Carol, get the cream out!"
"And suck, too!" Dan ordered. "Take it all, honey, every inch of it! We'll both shoot a load into you at the same time! We'll give you a mouthful and a cuntful together; we'll come till you can't take any more"
Their lewd exhortations excited Carol as well as themselves. She continued squeezing her vagina and now sucked harder at her husband's prick. He held her face between his hand and rocked back and forth steadily. Fucking deep into her mouth, he generated a hard, driving motion that excited her beyond her endurance, especially when that deep, violent plunging action was coupled with the effects of Ken's big prick.
Carol felt her womb burst apart suddenly and tip over, spilling out its load of accumulated sexual fever. The torrent of passionate emotion rippled through her cunt and infested her pussy with wild, rabid throbs of exultant joy. Her flesh quaked under the assault and spasmodically contracted against that huge rod of hot meat which Ken had pushed far up into her loins. Again and again her clitoris hummed powerfully and she sucked even harder at her husband's stiff cock. Her best efforts were not enough to unlock the storehouse of semen cached inside his balls and she had to give up her eagerness to taste his load at the moment.
Ken, however, was built of less durable stuff. After enduring her pussy's wild, fantastically energizing action for a moment or two, he groaned heavily and leaned forward to push even deeper into her cunt. His prick gave a massive, lusty convulsion of eager delight and then burst into eruption. His come shot forth, thick and clotted with passion. The first geysers of steaming sperm splashed against the mouth of Carol's womb and provoked another brief but savage flurry of hip-thrusts from her. Fucking herself against him with short, brutally hard strokes, she added a further dimension to her own climax and greatly enhanced his own orgasm.
Dan had been watching Ken closely. He smiled softly when he saw the youth's face twist into a contorted mask of passion. Waiting until the big prick had coughed out its last weak droplet of semen, he then pulled back from Carol's mouth and got off the couch. He moved around to Ken's side and waited patiently until the youth had regained his senses well enough to withdraw from Carol's still-throbbing pussy.
"Yeah, a really juicy one!" Dan murmured when he saw the havoc Ken's prick had wreaked within his wife's body. A thick, pearly blob of semen was already gathering between the lips of her pussy, ready to dribble down that lushly moistened fold of flesh and fall onto the couch. "God, you must have shot a gallon up her!"
"There'll be enough for you to soak your prick good," Carol muttered. "It felt like he'd been saving it up for three or four days! I thought he'd never stop squirting that cream!"
"It was that sucking action you were using," Ken said. He got off the couch and moved around to settle down in front of Carol, presenting her with his long prick. The organ had become drenched with an enticing mixture of his come and her cunt's ripe, hot oil. "That would have drained anybody's balls twice over!"
Dan rubbed the naked head of his prick up and down her sensual channel, spreading the blob of semen along its length. He then leaned into her and began driving his rigid, heated tool up into her body, proceeding very slowly and exclaiming with delight as he penetrated deeper. Ken's exuberantly profuse ejaculation had left the interior canal in a fine state of erotic wetness and he cried out with pleasure as he fucked deeper into her flooded opening.
Carol had immediately taken Ken's well-fucked prick into her mouth. She seemed to relish it even more, now that it was so thoroughly covered with the ropey, creamy remnants of his ejaculation, and she proceeded to run her lips far down the shaft. The head plunged into her throat easily and her tongue curled around it with added zest. Having Dan's cock in her cunt gave added vigor to her sucking and she soon worked herself into another state of throbbing, shuddering release.
Dan fucked away steadily and, as her pussy reached the peak of its sensitivity, began plunging into her wildly. Withdrawing his prick until only the head remained lodged in the tightly gripping ring of lustfully aroused flesh, he then snapped his hips forward and speared deep into her cunt. Her prick gave off a moist, slurping sound as it worked back and forth in that wet, hot channel. Before her second climax had blossomed in the heated confines of her womb, he had fucked that sensual dew into a rich, creamy lather.
Carol's lips and tongue worked more feverishly than ever at Ken's prick. Spurred on by the frantic storm of orgiastic feeling which burst from her cunt, she lavished extreme caresses on him but of course could not bring any more sperm from the big tool. This did not keep her from sucking as hard as she could, however. She also managed to coordinate the movements of her hips, so that she enhanced the dramatic effects of her husband's prick as it continued working back and forth within her pussy.
Despite her best efforts, she did not succeed in bringing him to a climax. After slamming into her one last time, still without having discharged the heavy load of semen swelling his balls, he withdrew from her and again switched places with Ken. Carol cried out with semi-delirious pleasure when she saw the wetness adorning his cock.
"Yes, I've really got it hot and juicy for you this time," he said, moving into the place which Ken had just vacated. "He really doused you and now you can suck it all off my prick! Do it really good and I'll shoot my load right down your throat!"
"Let him fuck me again!" Carol moaned. She had become so obsessed by sexual desire that she had little control over her emotions. "Ohhhhh, I want to feel it going in again, all the way inside!"
"Here, I'll give you a double fucking," Ken said. "Yeah, a thumb and a cock at the same time! How do you like that?"
He got into place at her quivering rump. Before planting his cock in that lathered slit, he worked the thumb of his right hand well up into her vagina, leaving it there for a moment. When he withdrew, it was coated with the remnants of his earlier discharge. The sticky, slippery sperm served as a makeshift lubricant and enabled him to push his thumb up into her anus with little difficulty. He then bellied up to the tense, shuddering cheeks of her ass and angled his stiff prick upward, bringing it up snugly against her pussy's hot aroused slit.
Carol groaned unintelligibly when she felt his thumb penetrate her asshole. The threat of dual penetration set off uncontrollable forces within her body and brought her senses to another quick peak of jangling arousal. She fell upon her husband's come-smeared prick and devoured it with a raw, violent hunger that demanded absolute submission from him. He surged up against her and, thrust deep into her mouth. Her primitive hunger was transmitted to his prick and gave it additional charges of sexual frenzy, with the result that he was soon pushing the big, rawly inflamed rod into her lips with all the force he could muster.
"Yeah, I got it all hot and juicy for you!" he muttered, straining as he worked harder and faster. "God he shot off so much come! And here it is, all over my cock! Take it all, Carol, take it all and suck! Ohhhhh, you're making me want to cream, you make it so good, so fucking good! Ugghhhh! I want to let it go, I want to let it all go right in your mouth and-agghhh! Unn-nggghhhhh!Owwwwwww!"
Grunting and heaving about wildly, he fucked himself into her mouth with a final display of sexual abandon. Her tongue stroked his trembling prick cleverly, touching all the most sensitive places, and coaxed the orgasm forth. His come shot out with vicious strength, spattering at the back of her throat and deluging her mouth with its heated power. Carol swallowed eagerly and kept pace with his balls' frantic action. The taste of fresh come, hot and tingling with masculine vigor, assaulted her nervous system. Her tongue worked harder at coaxing additional spasms of lustful cream from that big, throbbing rod. She continued to suck until she had exhausted every nuance of feeling in his body. Only when his prick had begun dwindling inside her mouth did she relent, and then she gave it up reluctantly. Her hips continued' to move against Ken's double penetration for another moment or two and then gradually lapsed into immobility. Heaving with pleasure, he removed his thumb from her ass and slowly withdrew his cock.
"Yeah, that was getting close to being too good," Dan muttered. His prick was now a mere shadow of its former greatness and dropped limply between his thighs. "What do you think little Ann would make out of that? What if she'd been in the middle of that?"
"I think she'd have fucked herself into a little puddle of grease," Carol answered. "She's really a sexual creature, if only she'd realize it. She'd pick up on something like that right away. As who wouldn't, I should add-with a pair of beautifully hung animals like you two, almost any woman would go out of her head!"
Ken sat back and sighed wearily. He had not been able to work himself into a second orgasm, despite the wonderful stimulation Carol's pussy had applied to his prick, and the big organ now began dwindling in size. He toyed with it briefly but did not seriously attempt to bring it back to an erect state.
"I think you're right," he said. "There's that glint in her eye, that odd little look about her sometimes; it makes you think that deep down inside she's just dying to try it all."
"Well, I for one think we ought to try to bring it out in her," Carol said. She had turned around into a seated position and was fingering her pussy. Occasional dribbles of come still seeped from the organ's fold and she spread the sensual lather over her vulva with soft, deft motions of her fingers. "Partly just to cover our own asses, but also because ... well, because it's such a fine way to be! "I'm still willing to make the effort," Dan said.
"I'm like you, Carol-I want to be there and see the look on her face the first time a woman really gets her pussy in a lather! Do you think she'll go along far enough to return the favor?"
"Yes, I believe she will, if she's approached correctly," Carol said. "If you could have seen the way she was looking at me when I was masturbating for her! There was a definite interest, I'm positive of that. I think we'll be able to lead her into it. Of course, it will have to be a gradual kind of thing; we don't dare try rushing her."
"All this is assuming that Gina doesn't break her in first," Ken pointed out. "I think that if I were a woman, I'd jump through hoops to get that hot little mouth down between my legs!"
"But you're not a woman," Carol objected, "and that's exactly the point: Gina's exactly the pushy, arrogant kind of lesbian who defeats herself by being too bold. A woman like Ann, she needs a much more subtle approach if she's going to make the big breakthrough. Oh, she's attracted to Gina, there's no doubt about that. She's already thought about letting the girl go down on her; she's wondered what it would be like, having that tongue at work on her pussy. Except that she won't admit it, not even to herself. It's going to take another approach to get her in the bag."
"I hope you're right," Dan said. "And that you can bring it off fairly soon. The longer she stays here, the more likely she is to learn some things before we're ready for her to learn them. And that's exactly the sort of thing we can't risk."
"I know," Carol agreed. "And that's the reason I. was so anxious for you and Ken to make that jaunt to the movies tonight-so I could have her to myself for a time. I really believe I made some headway with her."
"What have you got planned for a follow up?" Ken asked. "Something on the agenda for tomorrow night?"
"No, not exactly that," Carol said. "I think it would be better to let her have an evening to herself. The next night, though, that would be more propitious, I think. What would you two say to a little staff dinner? Surely we can find something appropriate to celebrate, can't we? Just the four of us?"
"I'll scratch around in my desk and see if I can't come up with something," Dan promised. "First thing tomorrow morning, huh?"
"Excellent!" Carol said. "And as soon as you know what it is, let me know and I'll extend the invitation to Ann."
"Er, how are you going to phrase the invitation?" Ken asked. "Is this supposed to be just a simple, ordinary little celebration-type dinner? Or something else?"
"I think I'll put it to her in a way that she'll know there's likely to be some hanky panky going on," Carol said, smiling at the prospect. "Make it sound just daring enough to pique her interest but not so daring that she'll be afraid and hold off. That way, if she accepts, then we'll be pretty sure that she's interested in more than a simple meal and a few toasts!"
CHAPTER TEN
For Ann, the remainder of that evening had not passed so entertainingly. She had left the Gerlings' apartment and hurried back to her own room. There she had strode back and forth nervously as she tried to assimilate the more dramatic parts of the evening she had spent with Carol.
What on earth could have been on her mind? she asked herself as she tried to calm down after the disturbing experience. Doing it like that right in front of me? And egging me on, so that I ... God, I couldn't help it, it just got to me so much that had to do it too, it was like I didn't even know what I was doing! But why would she start doing that, just out of the blue? What could she be thinking about me now that I went ahead and did it too? But she couldn't think anything very bad; after all, I didn't do anything that she didn't start! But she saw me, she saw how I was doing it, just working my fingers in and out till ... ohhhhh, that was so good! I thought I was dying when it started, I really did! And she seemed so sure of herself, as though there weren't any doubt whatever that it would be all right to flip her dress up like that and start in! How did she know that I'd play along too? Is there something about me that I can't see, that I don't know about? It's the same way with Gina, too, as though it were just written out clear on my forehead, telling everybody that I'm hot to go, just dying for any kind of action like that! Ohhhh, I wish Julia were here, I wish I knew more about what's going on!
Ann stayed awake, restless and very uncertain, until after midnight. Finally she went to bed, where she lay with her right hand cupped over the throbbing slit at the base of her belly. She masturbated several times before she was able to soothe her jangled nerves enough to drift off into a troubled sleep. She awoke several minutes before her normal time and lay there in a state of high anxiety, dreading the moment when she would have to face Carol across the breakfast table. She feared that the woman might somehow have changed her mind during the night and would now castigate her for having been so easy a mark.
Carol did nothing of the sort, of course. In fact, she had guessed that Ann might find it hard to face her the next morning and she made a point of "accidentally" meeting the girl as she walked over to the dining room. Her 'cheerful greeting and bright, vivacious line of chatter soon put Ann much more at ease. Midway through the meal Ann realized that she was now feeling much better about having let herself go so completely and that Carol was very far from holding that moment of abandon against her.
Seeing Carol might have been reassuring in one sense, Ann found, but in another it proved to be quite disturbing. They had not been talking long when Ann remembered something which she had previously suppressed: she recalled Carol mentioning the possibility of Dan being there, watching them masturbate, and she was almost certain that Carol had also openly speculated about the joy of fucking him while another person watched. Ann had formed a considerable regard for the man, even though his duties had not allowed him to spend much time in her company, and she did not know how she was supposed to react to Carol's thoughts.
Fortunately for her, Carol did not mention or even allude to the exciting evening they had shared. Instead she dwelt on the day's schedule and Ann's part in it, offering suggestions and pointing troublesome areas she would have to watch for. Ann could give only part of her attention, since a part of her mind was still uncomfortably aware of the bizarre way they had spent the previous evening.
"Oh, and by the way," Carol added after they had finished their meal and were leaving the dining room, "there'll be an official staff dinner tomorrow night in our apartment. Eight o'clock, but it isn't important to dress, what you have on right now will do just fine. It's eight years ago tomorrow that we received our first kid and we've decided, Dan and I, that it's worth a small dinner party."
"S-staff?" Ann stammered. "Oh, you mean Ken and me."
"That's all the staff we have at the moment," Carol said. "I've learned long ago that Roberto and Emma would rather not attend such functions. They believe that after a long day's work, they deserve some time to themselves. So it will be you and Ken."
"Gee, something like an anniversary dinner, something as important as that, maybe I'd do better to wear a dress," Ann mused. "Just to feel a little more festive, huh?"
"If you like," Carol said. "I think probably I'll wear a dress, now that you mention it. Yes, that's a better idea. We'll have lots of wine, dear, and some food, and we'll all get tipsy and tell naughty stories, behave as scandalously as we can!"
There was more than a hint of exciting times to be had when she said that, Ann felt. She naturally remembered Carol's musings about wearing a dress without panties, as well as some of her more provocative remarks about Dan, and she felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. It seemed very much as though Carol were holding out the promise of forbidden erotic delights to go along with the dinner and Ann's blood pounded through her veins more hotly.
The busy schedule for that day and the next ensured that Ann had very little time in which to prepare herself emotionally for the dinner. From time to time, when she had a few moments to herself, she wondered what the evening would bring. The lapse of time had enabled her to remember more clearly some of the more outrageous remarks Carol had made during their evening. In particular, she recalled the woman telling her about the pleasures of having four people in a bed and about how the sight of a woman masturbating made Dan's prick glow with extraordinary fervor.
What would I do if they started making out? Ann wondered during one of her rare breaks. If she really did leave off her panties and all of a sudden she were to start doing herself and they were all there? I couldn't stand that, watching her; I just know it would drive me crazy, till I'd start doing it too! Mmmmm, I wonder if Ken's as big as he seems to be? Ooooh, if I were to see him doing it, I just know I'd want to have him do it to me, there's no way on earth I could keep from wanting it, especially if it's really as large as it looks like!
Ann thus dressed for the dinner party in a state of advanced confusion which was all the more upsetting for being mixed so thoroughly with excited anticipation. A part of her dreaded the evening, fearing that Carol might have been telling the truth about her sexual propensities, but another part, far stronger, looked forward to the affair with eager, quivering curiosity. After showering, she opened the top drawer of the chest in her room and looked over her collection of lingerie. For a moment she considered adopting Carol's standard and omitting panties altogether.
A twitch between her thighs was enough to prompt her to give up that idea at once. She could already see that she was going to be furiously excited and she could easily imagine the seat of her dress becoming soaked with her pussy's ripe, lubricious oil as she sat at the dinner table. That would be a social disaster of the first order, she knew, and she did not want to run that risk. She therefore selected her prettiest, frilliest pair of lowcut bikini panties and stepped into them. A simple dress of nylon jersey, navy blue trimmed with white, completed her costume; she had already decided that a bra would be superfluous.
"My, aren't you the pretty one!" Carol exclaimed when she answered Ann's knock. "Come right in and add some class to this party!"
Dan and Ken were conferring over a pitcher of martinis in the kitchen, Carol said, and would be glad to have her judgement of their mixture. Ann agreed to serve as an impartial observer and accepted a glass.
"Tastes good," she said. "All it needs is a drinking!"
"We can certainly provide that," Ken said.
"You'd better watch them," Dan warned. "I mixed them at a rate of about nine to one. It'll be easy to let it go to your head."
"Yes, I'll have to be careful of that," Ann said. "Sometimes I don't have too good a head for drink."
"Carol mentioned something about the two of you getting a little looped on those vodka giblets the other night," Dan said. "They really are deceptive."
"Oh!" Ann cried out, blushing wildly. "That night!"
"Yes, I told them about our little escapade," Carol said. "And you mustn't be upset about it, dear. After all, we're all adults here and we're accustomed to expressing ourselves rather freely, you know. I might add that both Dan and Ken were just ever so envious of me for being privileged to watch you in action!"
"Watching other people enjoy themselves," Dan said, "has got to be one of the most exciting things in the world, bar none!"
"I'm with you on that one," Ken added, giving a judicious nod to emphasize his sincerity. "No two ways about it."
"But we don't have to give them a show this very minute," Carol said. She reached out to give Ann a conspiratorial pat on the arm. "Or at any other time, not if we don't feel like it. They're big boys now and if they decide they simply must have themselves a little come, they can masturbate whenever they choose!"
"Sure, do your own thing," Ken said.
"Except that it's more fun if someone else does it for you!" Dan added. "Okay, okay, that's enough, I know what you're going to say, Carol!"
Carol nodded her agreement and sat back to enjoy a few minutes of quiet before the meal was ready. Dan and Ken fell into a discussion of several of the day's activities. Carol and Ann added their own views. Neither man appeared to be upset at the shift in conversation, though Ann could see clear evidence that the brief round of sex talk had affected them both. Ken, in particular, seemed to react to the talk; a long, very prominent bulge transformed the front of his blue jeans and brought a distinct quickness to Ann's breath.
Carol had chosen a medium-length skirt of a jersey fabric, along with a scoop neck sweater, for her dinner costume. The sweater fitted very tightly and Ann saw at once that she was not wearing a bra underneath it. Her full, shapely breasts bulged against the soft fabric and at one stage of the dinner Ann noticed that her nipples had become very prominent. They pushed out the fabric like little acorns and cast an extremely erotic effect upon the front of her sweater. The skirt had a full cut, so that it was impossible to tell whether she was wearing panties under it or not. Her legs were bare, a bow to the early summer's heat, and she wore a pair of simple sandals.
"Here's to the first eight years," Dan said after he had poured wine to begin the meal. "May the next eight be as good!"
"How many kids have gone through the home?" Ann asked. "I think I saw a figure about that somewhere but I'm not sure."
"We've had a total of ninety-eight kids referred to us," Carol said at once. "We had to turn back six of those; they were just too far gone for us to do anything for them at all. And there are twenty-nine here now. I suppose you could say that we've had sixty-three graduates; at least that's how I think of them."
"Do you do follow-up studies on them?" Ann asked. "The ones who've, er, graduated, so to speak?"
"We certainly do," Dan told her. "We keep very close tabs on them. It's a kind of check on what we're doing with them while they're here, as I see it."
"Out of those sixty-three," Carol said, Carol said, "there have only been eighteen who got into further trouble. I mean, to the extent of actually getting into contact with the police. They were our failures, I believe."
"What kind of problems did they have? Those eighteen, I mean?"
"Nothing awfully serious," Dan said.
"I mean, they weren't murderers or hold-up artists, at least. Shoplifting, that's the most prevalent offense. And among the girls, prostitution is the number one problem."
"Even some of those cases ought not to be written up as total failures," Ken said. "I mean, for example, someone like Karen Quintana. Remember her, Carol? Karen was originally picked up for soliciting in downtown Houston. Fifteen, mind you, and she was propositioning guys on the street, if you can believe that!"
"According to the Vice Squad report, she was offering to take guys into alleyways downtown and give them blow jobs for twenty dollars," Dan said. "And doing pretty well at it, by all reports."
"It turned out that her steady girlfriend had a bad case of serum hepatitis," Carol explained, "and Karen was hustling to get enough money to have her treated. Yes, she was a lesbian, of course, and her girlfriend was shooting amphetamines.
She'd gotten the hepatitis from using dirty needles."
"But the point I was going to make," Ken went on to say, "was this: she was busted about a year after she'd left here. For hustling, again. But this time, she'd set herself up as a call girl and she was getting a hundred dollars a trick, minimum."
"I wouldn't want to make the point in an official report," Dan said, grinning, "but I've always felt that at least we ought to get a little credit for inspiring her to ask for better prices!"
"Yeah, I guess that would be an achievement of a sort," Ann said, grinning along with him. "But not the sort you'd want to have known to the public!"
"On the whole, I think our record is pretty good," Carol said. "We certainly do a better job of rehabilitating people than the reform schools! God, those torture chambers, all they do is make bad cases incorrigible!"
"Eighteen from sixty-three, that's forty-five kids," Ann said. "They're all doing pretty well on the outside?"
"They all have jobs, all except three, and those three are enrolled at the University of Houston," Carol said. "Probably they're not model citizens, not from the viewpoint of River Oaks snobs, but they're working, they're paying taxes, they're staying out of trouble."
"That's a hell of a lot more than you can say about a lot of people," Ann pointed out. "I'd say that you've got some pretty good reason to be pleased."
"I think it's a pretty damned good record," Dan said. "Especially when you put it up against the records they had when they got here. I'm telling you, Ann, you can read some of the background reports on these kids and it's enough to make you cry. Either that, or make you want to get a shotgun and go out looking for some people to kill!"
"There's Gina, for example," Carol said. "Even before she was sixteen, she'd had one case of gonorrhea, two of syphillis and at least one abortion. Her stepfather raped her when she was twelve. Vaginal rape and anal rape, I might add. She finally ran away from home when she was fourteen to get away from him; he just wouldn't leave her alone."
"My, that would be enough in itself to turn her against men," Ann said. "No wonder she's a lesbian!"
"I suspect it goes much deeper than that," Carol said. "We've had girls with similar histories of incestuous rape and the majority of them were still heterosexual. It's quite likely that Gina resented her stepfather precisely because she already was a lesbian, even though she hadn't had any experience with women at that stage. There still isn't any real consensus among the shrinks, you know, on what it is that makes a person go one way or another."
"From what I've seen of her, Gina would say that lesbians were the ones with the better choice," Ann dryly commented. "At least, that's the impression I get."
"I daresay you're right about that," Carol agreed.
She stood up to remove her plate, having finished her meal. As she did so, Dan, seated at her right, slipped his left hand up her leg and under her skirt. He made no attempt at hiding his gesture from Ken or Ann.
"I was really planning on having a parfait for dessert," Carol told him. "But if you'd rather have that ... I"
"How about a little of both?" Dan said, giving her a roguish look. "No, I was just kidding. A parfait would be excellent."
He and Ken, along with Ann, helped clear the table. They were to have coffee and dessert in the apartment's living room. Moving back and forth inside the cramped little kitchen meant that they had to brush against one another from time to time and at one stage Ann felt Ken behind her. That breathtakingly large bulge was in the front of his blue jeans once more and her movement caused her buttocks to brush against it. She nearly cried out with shock when she felt the hardness against her hip.
"Mmmm, maybe we'd better check the fridge to see if our salami is still there, Dan," Carol said, reaching out to brush a graceful hand over that unsightly bulge. "Looks like Ken here might have been helping himself!"
"Aw, c'mon, Carol, you know I don't like salami," Ken said.
"One of my favorites!" Carol said. "Mmmm, so delicious, so spicy!"
Ann's cheeks turned a brilliant shade of scarlet. She caught the overtones of hidden meaning in Carol's voice and felt her own body responding to them. Darting a quick sideways glance at Dan, she saw that he was watching his wife and Ken with a strange combination of good humor and interest.
"Why not get things out in the open?" Carol suggested. "Ann and I both would love to see. I take it I can speak for you, Ann?"
"I ... yes, I'd like to see it!" Ann said. She was startled to hear herself voicing her interest but the words seemed to pop out of their own accord. "I'd like that!"
"Well, all right, if the both of you are interested," Ken said.
He stood up from his armchair and unfastened the front of his jeans. When he had pushed the garment down around his thighs, the long, thick member sprang free and slowly rose up to a horizontal position. It was a beautiful cock, Ann saw at once, very long and thick. The head swelled out the foreskin to a delicious tightness, giving her reason to think it would be especially shapely. The tool was perfectly straight and while it lacked some of the gargantuan thickness of Daltrey's grotesque bludgeon, it was still a lovely specimen.
"God, isn't that a lovely model?" Carol whispered. "I honestly believe he's the biggest man I've ever seen! Dan has an incredible prick and I dearly love it better than anything in the world, but it isn't quite as large as Ken's!"
Ann tried to speak but found that her throat was too dry and constricted with emotion for her to get words out. Her eyes had widened and grown even darker, Carol saw, and an expression of rapt interest had spread over her face. The girl's deep, fascinated look inspired Carol to take the next step.
"Seeing a big one like that always makes me want to come," Carol said. She settled back on the couch beside her husband and brought her knees up, propping her heels on the edge of the couch and spreading them wide. Her dress slipped up and she reached down to fondle her pussy, which came into prominent view. "Look at him, Ann; he's so big and hard, so hot and ready!"
Carol had already sketched out a scenario for the evening! She had instructed Ken to masturbate, should they find themselves in this position, and to make it as stirring a demonstration as he could. He was to prolong the act for as long as possible, she said, and he ought to sit in a position that would give Ann the best viewpoint.
Ann was no more than six feet away from him.
He settled back in his chair and delicately squeezed the head of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. Her heart thudded with painful speed as he slowly drew the foreskin back off the big, passionately flushed head and exposed it to her view. His cock was pointing nearly straight up in the air. She conceived of herself standing above him, that massive beam pointing up into her pussy, and gently dropping down to impale herself upon its length; the thought affected her breathing and blood pressure even more.
"I've got to check this out a little more closely," Carol said. She had seen that Ann was not moving and she wanted to spur the girl into some kind of activity. "Here, Ann, let's move up closer to him, shall we? Perhaps we could help him, or make it better for him something of that sort, eh?"
"Oh, would you?" Ken gasped, remembering his part. "God, I've been carrying this boner around all day, almost, and I'm just dying to get off! I'd really love to go off with a big blast!"
"Yeah, go on and give them a hand," Dan added. "You could help make it really good for him, Ann, you and Carol working together. Go on; it'll be all right!"
Ann got to her feet, though she was not at all sure that her legs would support her. Her bones seemed on the point of turning into jelly and she had nearly lost control of her body's motions, due to the excessive torrent of sexual feeling which beat through her body with crushing force. Carol had already moved over to Ken's side and was kneeling beside his chair. Ann moved over to him, kneeling at the other side.
"Do you like to jack a guy off?" Carol asked, her eyes boring into Ann's with an almost hypnotic power. "Really get him going, so you can see the spunk shooting up into the air? Or would you rather suck him off, taste that hot cream spurting out? Look at that monster, Ann! God, he's so full of come, so loaded and hot!"
Carol could see that Ann was too stunned to initiate any kind of sexual activity on her own accord. She therefore stretched out her own hand to fasten a grip upon that big, passionately swollen rod. She masturbated him for a moment-Ken moved his own hand aside at once-and then angled the big tool over toward Ann, almost literally offering it to her.
Ann might very well never have moved, except that she now saw a much more invigorating sight, a bit of evidence testifying to Ken's highly aroused state. A droplet of clear, glistening fluid had welled up in the deep gash crowning the head of his cock, a harbinger of the flood locked inside his balls, and seeing that droplet struck hard at what little resistance Ann had left. She impulsively bent down to work her tongue into that slit and scoop out the fragrant, stinging bit of sensual moisture. It tasted exactly like the semen she had become accustomed to, of course, and she became even more possessed by lustful inclinations.
"Yes, have yourself a little nibble," Carol cried out. "Taste him, dear, taste him! Doesn't it make you want to fuck? Wouldn't you love feeling that big, lovely cock up tight against your pussy? Mmmm, to feel it spreading the lips out wide, diving in between them, opening you up like a gigantic crowbar! God, he's so big and hard!"
Ann could think of nothing but the last time-it seemed months ago-that she had had a man. She remembered Daltrey's huge prick, the way it had spread the mouth of her cunt so wide and the joy she had felt when it had begun dilating the hidden canal behind that tender opening. That memory, sparking her desire to an uncontrollable pitch, prompted her into stronger forms of sexual action.
"God, I'm dying for it!" she panted hoarsely. Her dark eyes burned hotly. "He's so big, so fucking big! Mmmmm, I haven't had a piece in so long!"
"Very well, you may have him," Carol said. "And I'll help you enjoy him! We'll both help him come and we'll arrange it so that you get all the benefit, darling! Here, let's get undressed and comfortable so that we can enjoy it to the fullest, shall we?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ann now became a very different woman. Having verbally announced her decision, she dropped every semblance of restraint. When Carol moved back from the armchair in which Ken sat and lifted up her dress, Ann did the same. They flung their clothing aside and Ann ripped off her panties, freeing herself for the necessary work ahead. Dan was watching her closely and his brown eyes narrowed thoughtfully when he saw her nakedness for the first time. He reached down to the fly of his jeans and cupped a hand over the growing hardness he found there.
Ken had also disrobed. Carol now motioned him down onto the floor; he stretched out on a thick rug in front of the couch. He assumed a comfortable position, both hands folded behind his head, and waited.
"Let's have ourselves a little suck-fest to begin with," Carol said. "Feeling a prick in your mouth always makes you want it so much more inside your pussy, don't you think, Ann? Come on, he's ready and waiting for us!"
Carol lay down at Ken's right side and motioned for Ann to take the other side. The girl complied, moving stiffly, and lay with her head close to his loins. Carol tilted his prick upright and began kissing along the side of the rigid, throbbing shaft, leaving plenty of room for Ann. The girl watched for a moment and then bent over to take the tool's naked, flaring head into her lips. The feel of his cock's head against her tongue sent added shivers of sensual awakening through her flesh. She opened her mouth wide and plunged down over that implement until the head dug hard into her throat. She could not take every inch of it, owing to its great thickness, but she took enough of it to bring a groan from Ken's lips.
In the course of enjoying that big tool together, Ann's lips and tongue necessarily came into frequent contact with Carol's. Under other conditions she might have been offended by such kisses but now, tasting Ken's meat and feeling her pussy throb with fervent beats of sexual excitement, Carol's lips only spurred her on to greater extent. "Mmmm, delicious!" Carol whispered, pulling away from him for a moment. "Here, darling, let me make it even better for you, shall I? You'll have to give me some room but I know a way of making it even tastier!"
Carol got to her knees and moved her body over Ken's. She squatted above him, facing toward his feet, and positioned her ravenously hot pussy directly over his cock. Reaching down with one hand, she brought the big, hard rod up so that the head rubbed against the fat-lipped slit running between her eager thighs. After stimulating her-self for a moment, she moved the tool back and pointed the head up into her pussy, then dropped slowly downward to drive the mouth of her cunt around the thick shaft.
Ann was watching, naturally, and she felt her brain swell to alarming proportions as she saw the head of Ken's prick disappear into that hot, jellied slit. Carol impaled herself thoroughly, taking well over half its length into her body, and then moved back and forth for a moment or two before slowly lifting herself off. Ann could easily see where her cunt had gripped him; her pussy had left a telltale coating of clear, glistening moisture that greatly enhanced the attractiveness of the virile organ.
"There, a little sauce will make it even better!" Carol muttered. "Would it offend you, dear, going down on him while he's wet? I love it, tasting pussy while I'm sucking a man; it's ever so much more stirring!"
Ann shuddered heavily. Seeing Carol's pussy glide down that broad, manly pillar of hot muscle had brought an almost unendurable strain to her loins. Now, invited to put her mouth where that furiously aroused sheath of lust-warmed pussy had been only seconds before, she felt herself being pushed closer to the bursting point. A look of savage, highly intense sexuality spread over her face and she leaned forward once more to take that erotically treated organ into her mouth.
The taste of. hot, raw pussy on Ken's prick caused her heart to race with a wild, frenzied beat. Ann's tongue lapped eagerly at his flesh; the remnants of Carol's lascivious moisture inflamed her senses and gave her even more determination. This time she disregarded the pressure and plunged her mouth down over his cock completely. The big head dug deep into her throat, almost gagging her, but she did not stop until her lips were buried in the mass of crinkly brown hair growing around the base of the big weapon. She held her mouth there for an instant and pulled back slowly until only the head remained inside her lips. Her tongue continued to glide over it, dealing out heavy caresses and giving Ken abundant reason to cry out with tender delight.
"Ahh, you like it better when it's hot and wet with pussy, don't you?" Carol breathed. "Yes, that makes it ever so much tastier! I agree with you, darling; I like the taste of pussy too! Get on him, Ann, get on him and let him fuck that big cock up inside you! I want to go down on him after he's been inside you!"
Ann hurried to get astride him. She did not show quite the agile grace Carol had displayed while mounting him, but then she lacked the older woman's vast experience at that deliciously pleasing task. Carol held his cock ready for insertion.
"Open the lips up for me and I'll put him in you," the woman purred. "My God, Ann, you have such a lovely, beautiful pussy! He's going to love fucking it up you, I know he will! And you'll love taking that big, hot hunk of man too!"
Carol planted a heated kiss on the tip of his prick before pushing it back between Ann's quivering fingers, which held the inner lips wide apart and ready for the thick, meaty offering. The girl sucked in a quick, sharp breath of air, almost gasping aloud with joy, when she felt the bulbous tip of the implement brush against her tenderly charged sex-flesh. Carol guided the head back until it rested in the little moon-shaped cleft at the rear of the heated slit.
"Ahh, you look so tight!" Carol whispered. "He'll stretch you out good, dear, he'll make you feel as though you're being split wide open! But you'll love it, I know you'll love feeling that big thing go in!"
Ann cautiously lowered her hips a trifle, enough to accentuate the pressure against the mouth of her vagina. She nearly screamed with agonized pleasure when she felt the knobby tip begin spreading the rim wider, probing the inner opening and spreading it out to a suitable diameter. Ken essayed a slow, gentle thrust of his hips, enough to send the head of his cock slithering deeper, and he moaned softly.
"Ooooooh! She's the tightest, she's so fucking tight and hot!" he gasped. "My God, I can't believe how tight she is!"
"There, you're taking his cock now," Carol muttered. "Mmmm, I love to see a big one going in a woman, especially when she's as tight as you are! It makes your pussy look more beautiful than ever, Ann, seeing his prick in it like that!"
"Agghh! He's so big!" Ann whimpered, writhing about atop him and feeling her body become immensely more excited with hungry desire. "So big and hard! I ... I don't think I can take it, Carol, he's so fucking big!"
"Just go easy, you'll manage it," Carol urged. "You'll be able to stretch out enough for him, dear. Ahhh, work it farther down his cock, that's the way! And when you get off him, then I'll give him a sucking he won't forget very soon!"
Carol was finding it more and more difficult to keep her hands away from the girl's furiously heated pussy. The sight was one of almost unparalleled loveliness, she found, and her eagerness to touch that warm, moist slit increased with every breath.
"Omigod!" Ann cried out, a note of shock in her voice. "He's ... unnngghhhhh! I'm going to-agghh! Ooooooh! Ohhhh, I'm about to cream, I can't keep it back, I've got to let it-ugghhh! Owww w wwww!"
Ken had pushed only the head and a couple inches of thick, rigid shaft into her throbbing cunt when her womb exploded with vivacious desire. The first pulsating wave of orgiastic feeling ripped outward with devastating power. Taken by complete surprise, Ken at first did not move at all. Then, understanding what was happening, he reared up and gently thrust deeper into her cunt. He continued to work his cock deeper into place with gentle strokes until nearly all the massive beam was buried between the lips of her pussy. Each penetrating thrust lent greater force to the waves of orgasmic sensation bursting through her loins, of course, and propelled her into a much stronger climax than she would otherwise have had.
Carol leaned away in order to watch better. She looked up at Ann's face and saw that it was distorted with passionate grimaces. Her own pussy now flamed up with sympathetic desire and she looked over to her husband. Dan had been cautiously undressing while watching them and he was now naked, prick fully erect and glowing with sensual desire. He came toward Carol, who rolled onto her back and spread her legs out wide.
"Yes! Fuck it up my cunt!" she whispered, her eyes burning hotly. "My God, let me have it now! Oooooh, I'm burning alive, I want it all the way inside! Do it to me, Dan, do it hard! Ugghh! My God, you're so fucking hard! Oooooh, all the way up, I want it all, I want you to fuck me and-agghhhh! Owwwwwww! Aiiieeeeeee! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me to death! I'm dying for it, I want it all, I want-unnnngggghhhhhhhhh!"
Her passionate cries of exhortation trailed off into a series of lustful grunts as he pushed his prick into her waiting cunt. Recognizing that she was in no need of further stimulation, he concentrated on fucking hard and soon had the head of his cock buried deep inside her. The first thrust of that rigid prong had brought a gulp of excited pleasure from her and the succeeding thrusts sent her spirits soaring into a fiery cloudland of ecstatic wonder;
Ordinarily Carol preferred that a man begin with slow, gentle penetrating thrusts that enabled her to savor the rare joy of his cock as it worked deeper into her flesh. After bing penetrated to the limit, usually, she was then warm enough to get down to serious business, at which point she liked for him to become more aggressive. At the end, when she was straining for the final burst of stimulation that would release the climax gathered in her womb, she lusted for hard, fast fucking action, the more vigorous the better.
Dan needed only a moment in which to discover that she had already reached the final stage of her sexual development. Her ardent, choked cries of encouragement, together with the frantic clutching of her powerful thighs and the animated way she threw her hips about, let him know that she was ready for his most brutal strokes. He therefore moved his own hips into high gear and began slamming his lustfully swollen cock into her pussy with quick, slashing pokes. Again and again he drove his prick deep, only to withdraw until only the head remained in place for the next push. His pelvis smashed against the lips of her pussy, crushing them flat, and the base of his belly scraped against her passionately distended clitoris with raw, invigorating force.
Carol lay back to enjoy those hardy motions and to watch as Ann writhed atop Ken's shuddering body. The girl had moved from one orgasm to another in quick succession, finding that his cock had lost none of its magical power and that her own pussy was eager to have more of that vast pleasure. Gradually Ken had thrust deeper and she had worked her pussy lower, so that more and more of his big, broad-beamed prick reached up into her cunt. Sitting atop him as she was, she had the opportunity of feeling his thrusts with excruciating clarity.
"Ugggghhh-oooooh!" she moaned, snapping her loins about feverishly. "My God, I can't stop coming, I can't-agghhhh! Ooooooh, you're so big, so hard! You're making me want to-unnnggghhhhhh! Owwwwwww!"
Ken reached up toward one of her breasts. His arms were not long enough for him to reach her nipple when he was lying prone but he managed to touch the side of the little mound. Ann instinctively leaned back to facilitate the caress and he then brought the other arm up, seeking the other nipple. She was now leaning back at a drastic angle toward him and had to push her hands back to support herself. He worked his fingertips over her nipples, hard and dark with sensual excitement, and she cried out with greater force.
Leaning back as she was, she now felt his prick bearing much more heavily against the front wall of her vaginal canal. That being the most sensitive part of her cunt, she naturally writhed about with still more energy. The position had elevated her clitoris, however, and removed it from any possible contact with his cock. She took her right band off the floor once, reaching forward to stroke the tenderly inflamed nub of nerve-tissue, but had to reach back quickly to keep her position.
Carol saw that attempt at self-stimulation and understood what the girl wanted. She was close enough to supply it and, acting upon an impulse born of her own rampant sexual desire, stretched out an arm so that she could caress the girl's love-button with her thumb. Though very light, the contact was enough to send a paralyzing jolt of erotic thrill coursing through the girl's body.
"I'll do it for you!" Carol muttered. "I'll rub that little clitty of yours till your pussy melts, I swear I will! Ohhh, fuck her, Ken, fuck her all the way out! Fuck her till you haven't got any come left!"
Though he usually had an extraordinary degree of control over his sexual response and could delay his climax almost indefinitely, Ken was finding it very hard to do so once Ann had burst into such exuberant orgasm. The girl's cunt generated muscular contractions of a truly astonishing force and her abandoned movements accentuated those convulsive spasms. Her intense, heated sexuality flowed down into his prick and inflamed his balls with lusty fever. Within a very short time he was quivering with eagerness. Her second climax, made still stronger when Carol had begun rubbing her stiff clitoris, sapped away his remnants of control and helped release the flood of sperm locked away in his balls.
"Ugghhhh!" he groaned, writhing beneath her and fucking up into her cunt with far more strength. "Ohhhh, you're tearing my cock off! You're fucking the come right out of my nuts! I can't stand it, I've got to-aurrgghhhhhh! Nnn-nnnggggggggg!"
His prick became an engine of sexual stimulation as it began spurting out those rich, highly invigorating streams of hot semen. The thick cream spattered into the mouth of Ann's cervix, stinging her with their force, and the tool's pulsations caused it to double in thickness, or so it seemed to her. Each momentous throb of that broad pillar of muscles sent her flesh into additional cycles of frantic ecstasy, until finally she felt that she must surely split in two from the exertions. Ann's strenuous vaginal contractions made her cunt act something like a pump, one that was sucking the sperm from his prick, and that of course made the big tool work all the harder.
Carol watched closely and drew excitement of her own from their vast pleasure. This, coupled with the piston-like effect of her husband's stiff cock, was enough to make her own pussy explode with repeated throbs of orgiastic joy. Again and again she heaved up at him, meeting his thrusts with lascivious wriggles of her own, and finally she felt his buttocks knot up into balls of iron-hard muscle. She worked her ass about with still further intensity at that point, knowing that he was preparing himself for his own come, and then she felt his prick begin erupting. Again and again the stiff rod belched, until it became a sort of fountain, always spewing out that marvelously intoxicating love-cream.
"Ohhh, fuck!" Carol moaned. Her own climax was on the point of breaking loose and the effusions of his cock made the anticipation far sweeter. "Fuck the come out, fuck it out! Oooooh, you're so fucking big, so big and hot! Unn-gghhhhh! Your balls are rubbing against my asshole, I can feel them working! Ohhhh, do it to me, Dan do it all to me!"
"Ugghh! I'll fuck-ahhhh!-I'll fuck your pussy raw!" he grated. "Oooooh, your cunt's on fire! I'm going to-unngggghhhhb!-I'll fuck your brains out! Agghhhhh!"
The two couples continued working their bodies about until they had exhausted every semblance of sexual feeling they possessed. Ann, driven wild by the size of Ken's cock and the voluptuous profusion of his ejaculation, managed to drag herself upright and then to hold herself above him, resting her weight on her arms and knees; she could not yet find the energy to move off his limp body. His prick had already begun to wilt inside her pussy, though it was still large enough to remain solidly lodged in place.
Carol, equally debilitated, reached out to touch Ann's cheek. It was a friendly gesture, carrying no sexual import whatever, and Ann responded to it in that sense. Dan eased off his wife's inert body and lay back at her side. Carol brought her other hand down over her pussy and held it there to catch the flow of sperm as it dripped from her slit; she enjoyed rubbing the flagrantly sensual cream over her vulva and thus enhancing the gender pleasures of post-coital bliss.
"Ahhh, now that was a fuck!" she said, looking directly into Ann's dark eyes.
"Oh! And I was only supposed to be on him for a moment, just enough to give you a taste!" Ann said, looking very surprised at herself. "Carol, I'm sorry, I really am! I don't know what got into me, I just-"
"Hush, dear, I know exactly what got into you," Carol said, smiling tenderly. "And a very nice one it was! I don't blame you at all, dear, not a bit. And as for getting him tastier, you've certainly done a much better job of that! He'll really be sweet and juicy now!"
"Huh? You mean, you want to-"
"Mmmm, that's absolutely the best time to suck a man," Carol said, breaking in to make her claim even more vivid. "After a long, hard fuck, when his cock has all that sweet come and pussy juice all mixed together, that's absolutely the greatest! I'm going to love going down on him now!"
Ann could say nothing, though the woman's words were wreaking a drastic effect on her mental composure and inner temperatures. She knew exactly what Carol was talking about and herself lusted after a taste of that huge prick. She happned to look over at Dan at that moment, however, and saw his own sizable organ lying along his belly; it too was wet and shiny with the residue of a hard, driving fuck.
"Yes, Dan's in exactly the same condition," Carol said. "Would you like to take him? To suck him after he's fucked me? Oh, I was so hoping you'd want to, that you'd let me lick your cunt off Ken's prick! Let's do it that way, darling; it'll be every so much sexier to do it like that!"
Ann held back for only a moment. Her hesitation was due to nothing more than a feeling of lady-like restraint, a reluctance to admit to the strength of her inner desire. As a matter-of-fact, her clitoris had given off a thump of alarming proportions when she had considered fellating Dan and tasting his come, mixed together with Carol's mature love-oils. She knew that she wanted to make the experiment.
Carol read the light of interest in the girl's eyes and acted quickly. She feared that Ann might have a change of heart if she were allowed to consider the prospect for very long and that, of course, she wanted to avoid at all costs. She therefore got herself up off the floor and moved around to be in a position to take Ken's prick as soon as Ann had moved off him. She kept her left hand between her thighs and was already masturbating with a slow, easy motion as she waited for Ann to slip off that gorgeously moistened prick.
For Ann, the moment was an especially confusing one. She desperately wanted to feel Dan's prick in her mouth, to taste the sensual wetness Carol's pussy had left there, but she also dreaded committing herself to the act. Carol's presence acted as a powerfully inhibiting force and kept her from hurrying to achieve her desire.
"Oh, go on and suck him!" Carol said, adopting a sharp tone and gently nudging at the girl's naked buttock. "You want to do it, you know you do! And darling, it will be such a thrill for me, knowing that you're tasting my pussy on him!"
Her words gave Ann the impetus she needed to move away from Ken and implement her heart's rabid desire. The girl reacted quickly to that nudge and pulled herself off him quickly. His prick slipped out of her pussy's tight grip and flopped back onto his stomach, smacking the bare flesh wetly. Carol immediately brought her mouth down to scoop up the big, semi-stiff morsel, which was liberally doused with an exciting mixture of male and female love juices; she sucked the big, wet head into her mouth eagerly and felt a blinding, exhilarating sheet of erotic desire beat down through her body and bring a heated blast of feeling to her pussy.
"Mmmmm!" she groaned, her oath of delight muffled by the mouthful of cock. "Nnngg!"
Ann quickly moved over Dan's body and guided his prick into her mouth. Surprisingly, he had more of an erection than Ken and within a moment she had worked her lips all the way down the shaft. The head slipped down her throat easily, being of a more manageable diameter than Ken's massive weapon, and the taste exceeded her wildest, most fervent hope.
She was familiar with the taste of sperm, of course, and after having seen Gina's wickedly sexual act had acquired a much more pronounced fondness for her own pussy's stimulating flavor. These preliminaries had not prepared her for the mad, brazenly erotic taste she encountered on Dan's cock. Carol's maturity had given her pussy an especially musky, dark flavor, one that Ann found extremely suggestive of powerful sexuality, and being mixed with Dan's come only made the love-juice all the more overwhelming. She felt her mind being blasted by this unexpectedly delicious flavor and began sucking much harder at his prick.
As she did so, she unconsciously reached between her thighs and cupped her hand over her love-mound. Ken's exuberant discharge of sperm was already beginning to ooze from the tender slit. When her fingers encountered that hot, sticky cream, she felt additional spasms of lustful desire ripple outward from the point of contact. Within a minute or two, she was rubbing his ejaculate over her vulva and working her fingers deeper into the mouth of her cunt. Her fingers worked back and forth with extreme vigor, so that she quickly reached another peak of trembling, heated readiness.
Although Carol used a different style of self-stimulation, she too became strongly aroused within a short time. She started by pressing her fingers together, with the ripely defined outer lips of the sensual cleft between them. This, together with the maddeningly sexual tastes she found on Ken's prick, soon had her trembling heavily with extra randiness. Instead of completing the act in that way, she altered her technique with an eye toward making her climax even more effective.
Carol worked the middle finger of her hand up into the mouth of her pussy, where she encountered a tight, moist cleft of super-sensitive flesh. After moistening her finger thoroughly, she withdrew it and moved the finger to the rear of the volatile slit. As it grazed the tortured, heated rim of her anus, she quivered even more violently, then plunged the finger up into her ass. In that way she stimulated the one part of her intensely sexual body which had not before received any attention and thus brought herself to the brink of a dynamic orgasm.
"Ohhh, do it to me!" Ken breathed. "Eat it alive, Carol, eat it up! God, your mouth's killing me, you're making me want to shoot again! Ohhh, do it, suck it!"
Ordinarily his words would have inspired her into an even more drastic sort of oral stimulation. At that moment, however, Carol was already using her mouth with all her considerable powers and she needed no such exhortation to continue. She could feel the new climax taking shape deep inside her cunt and she squeezed her thighs together against her hand, trying to bring even greater pressure to bear against her vulva. She also worked her finger deeper mto her ass. Ken was not sure that he would be able to come again-Ann's vibrantly active cunt had dealt out a vast amount of stimulation and had pushed him very close to the breaking point-but Carol's totally uninhibited style of sucking was beginning to have its inevitable effect. He began thrusting into her mouth and groaning loudly, pleading with her to bring him another orgasm.
His actions and cries worked directly against him, as the event proved. Carol began sucking more avidly, to be sure, but the evidence of his increasing desire also had an effect on her, so that she climaxed much sooner than she had thought would be the case. The storm of erotic upheaval that burst out from her cunt was so heady that she could not delay it for so much as a second. Arching her hips forward to meet her thrusting hand, she fucked herself into a quick flurry of folting moves that brought her boiling cunt to a perfect peak of sexual readiness. The orgasm burst out of her loins with crushing power, sweeping her resistance aside and taking complete possession of her mind and body.
As the torrent of feeling mounted higher within her cunt, she threw her head back and screamed weakly. This of course removed her mouth from Ken's prick and he cursed, feeling his lust melt away uselessly. He reached down to grasp his cock, hoping to masturbate to another orgasm, but by the time he had wrapped his fingers around the big shaft he knew that it would be useless even to try.
Ann bad no more success in bringing Dan off, though she used her lips and tongue in ways that he found vastly exciting. He lacked the excessive virility which would have enabled him to come again in so short a time. Nevertheless he found the girl's sucking action a source of great delight and he told her so after she had fingerfucked herself into a gasping, trembling orgasm and had stretched out limply at his side.
"Yes, I think we could say that we've had ourselves a most delicious and stimulating time of it," Carol said. She had lifted herself off Ken and now sat up, looking around brightly. "I'm proud of you, Ann, and very happy for you; happy that you could let go so freely and express yourself so completely!"
"Wow, I feel all dizzy and weak!" Ann whispered. "So strange!"
"That's normal, after an exicting encounter of the sort we've had," Carol told her. "Dan's prick has an effect like that, sometimes. But now that you've made your first acquaintance with it, you'll have to try him in other ways, too. He's really devilishly good at fucking, dear, and I'm sure that he'd find you very good, too!"
"I ... I think I'd like that a lot," Ann said. "But not tonight, huh? I mean, I'm really beat! I think maybe I'd better get back to my room, if I can; I'm going to need all the sleep I can get before morning comes!"
"Yes, that would be a good idea," Carol said. "Here, I'll get dressed with you and we'll walk over to the dorm together. It's a nice night out and I could use a breath of fresh air myself."
Carol was not greatly pleased with the girl's statement. She disguised her own feelings, however, and knew that it would be best not to push Ann into too much of the kinds of sexual activity she most wanted to enjoy that night. Neither Dan nor Ken stirred as they slipped on their dresses and shoes.
"Yes, a lovely night," Carol said when they were outside.
"Yeah, real nice," Ann said.
"Ann, you're probably wondering all sorts of things about yourself, or you will as soon as you've had a chance to think about all that we did tonight," Carol said. She could sense a mood of withdrawal already forming inside the girl's mind and she decided that it would be best to head off that reaction. "But let me tell you something that you should remember: nothing that happened tonight, and I do mean nothing, was in any way offensive or disgusting to me, or to Dan, or to Ken. Promise me that you'll remember that, please? All the things that happened, all the things that we did to each other, they were all extremely pleasing to us. Later on, you might remember something we did, one of us or all of us, and you'll think that maybe I didn't mean to include that. But I did mean to include it!"
"Okay, I promise," Ann said. Her mind was still in a state of semi-shock after the incredibly stirring bout of sexual release, so that she was not quite sure what Carol had in mind. "I'll remember, you can count on it."
"Good, I'll expect you to keep that promise, Carol said. "Well, here we are. In you go and be ready for another big day tomorrow, right? Good night, dear."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ann did not experience the drastic reaction which Carol had thought she might have. Far from being overcome with feelings of guilt and remorse about the bizarre activities in which she had engaged, Ann boldly faced the facts of what she had done and accepted them with surprisingly few qualms. It helped, of course, that Carol had gone so far out of her way to emphasize her own approval of everything that had happened in the apartment. This assurance enabled Ann to accept the unusual forms of sexual activity far more readily.
After all, Ann reflected that night as she slipped off her dress and got into her bed, she wouldn't have said all that if she hadn't meant it, not Carol. And she was egging me on, most of the time. She certainly seemed to like the idea of giving Dan to me for a while. Mmmmm, and he was ready for it, too! Ahhh, the way his cock tasted! Damn, I wish he'd been able to come; it would have been no nice, feeling him shoot a big, fat load out when I was making it too!
She woke up the next morning in the same pliant mood and greeted Carol, Dan and Ken at breakfast without a qualm or misgiving. She did not refer to the abandoned evening they had shared, nor did they, but every time she looked at Ken she could easily bring back to life the vivid, searing sensations she had felt when he was pushing his swollen prick far up into her tight, aching pussy. Even though his cock was not as large as Daltrey's, she had felt orgasmic pangs of excruciating fullness when it had penetrated her fully and the hot, blasting fury of his climax had easily surpassed the vigor of Daltrey's conclusion.
Carol said nothing about another meeting that night, which was to be Ann's last before another of the three-day furloughs she enjoyed, so Ann did not refer to the subject either. Memories of all the vastly exciting moments brightened her day, however, and made it much easier for her to cope with all the problems and crises which the crowded schedule developed. Ann found it much easier because Gina was not at the home; the girl had taken advantage of the foster home's time-release program to visit a relative in Houston and had left the previous afternoon. Had she been there, Ann suspected, her quick, lively eye would probably have detected a difference in her attitude and might even have divined the reason for her exceptionally good spirits.
Ann left the next morning, a Saturday, and drove directly into Houston. Upon reaching her apartment, she called the number Daltrey had given her, this time finding him there. She offered to submit a written report but he suggested instead that she make a verbal report over the phone, which he would record on tape for later use. She did so, using the rough outline she had been preparing in her head, and he asked a few questions to fill in some areas in which he was especially interested.
"So far it looks as though they're running a pretty respectable operation," Daltrey said after she had concluded her report and answered his last question. "You haven't noticed anything unusual, anything out of the ordinary?"
"Not a thing," she said. "Of course, I don't really know very much about how a place like that is supposed to operate, so I'm not all that sure just what would be ordinary, but I haven't seen a thing that I'd call unusual or suspicious. Personally, I think they're doing a bang-up job."
"Yes, a lot of the reports we've had indicate that the Gerlings are quite good with disturbed children," Daltrey said. "Well, we'll leave you out there for a couple more weeks, I suppose. If you haven't found anything by then, we'll fold the operation and start looking around for other fields. You've been doing good work, Ann, and I really appreciate it. By the way, I'm leaving in a few minutes for Denver; there's a conference I have to attend. This number will be dead for the next several days. I ought to be back, though, by the time you're off for your next leave."
"Okay, I'll keep looking," Ann promised.
She felt vaguely relieved that he had not wanted to meet her. A meeting would almost inevitably have raised the question of further sex between them and she now found, somewhat to her surprise, that she no longer anticipated having him with the quick, eager willingness she had once displayed. That realization set her back on her heels for a moment and she took time to reassess her feelings about the man. She saw, after a few moments' reflection, that she was far less attracted to him than before, perhaps as a result of her experience with Ken and the Gerlings. Pleased with herself at having reached a conclusion, she sat back to enjoy a moment of pleased reflection, when the telephone rang.
"It's me, Julia," she heard. "I thought you were due back today. How's it been?"
"Excellent!" Ann said. "Why don't you come by and have lunch with me? I'll bring you up to date. There have been some interesting developments."
"Oh? Sounds good," Julia said. "Okay, I've just waked up. Tell you what: I'll shower and get dressed. I could be over there in, oh, an hour? Eleven-thirty, that'll give us time to gossip a little, huh?"
"Fine," Ann agreed, "I'll see you then."
She had already decided that she would say nothing to Daltrey about her sexual activities with Ken and the Gerlings; these were private matters, she thought, and of no concern to the Department of Human Resources. Julia, on the other hand, could be trusted to keep private concerns to herself. Ann fully intended telling her about Carol's wayward behavior and the way they had shared the two men in such arousing ways.
"Uh oh," Julia said as soon as Ann had shown her into her living room that morning. "Something fishy going on, I can tell! You've got that look about you!"
"Hey, is it that obvious?" Ann asked, taken aback at the woman's quick perception.
"Oh, I don't guess you could call it 'obvious'," Julia said. "It's probably not anything anybody would ever notice, not unless they knew you pretty well. To me, though, it really sticks out. You've made it with that girl you were telling me about, is that it? She finally got to you, wore you down and then ate you out?"
"Julia! It's nothing like that," Ann said. "Really it isn't! No, it's something quite different. Here, let me tell you a little about the Gerlings, the people who operate Lone Oak."
She gave her friend a brief but accurate description of Dan and Carol, then told her how Carol had enticed her into engaging in mutual masturbation. She did not omit a single telling detail and frankly admitted that she had found the experience to be a very moving one.
"Another one that's got the hots for you," Julia said after Ann had finished her account of that first evening with Carol. "Damn, are they all lezzies out there?"
"Really, that isn't a bit fair!" Ann protested. "And Carol certainly isn't a lesbian; I got the proof of that the next night! Listen and I'll tell you how it happened.
Julia listened patiently as Ann then described the evening she had spent with Dan, Carol and Ken. Ann again included every spicy detail, even to a description of the men and the size of their dicks (she knew that this information would appeal to her friend), and found that Julia's interest was even more marked. She could not see any evidence of disgust or revulsion on her friend's part.
"Okay, so you did a little switching around and you both got yourselves screwed good, I can see that," Julia said, "but what's that got to do with her having the hots for you? Honey, a woman could perfectly well want you and a guy too? Hell, I could say as much myself!"
Julia's statement brought Ann up short. She fumbled for a reply but could not manage an intelligible thought, much less a sound refutation.
"And you, what were you thinking about when she spread out there and started jigging herself?" Julia continued. Although her words were harsh, there was a soft, kindly light in her eyes, letting Ann know that she Was not angry. "You felt it coming to life, I know you did! Sure, and you watched her, it made you horny, right? Horny enough to drop your panties down and start giving it to yourself? And her watching you, that made it even better, didn't it? Sure it did!"
"All right, it did," Ann admitted.
"And later on, after you'd fucked that other guy-Ken? was that the one?-and she switched around to go down on him, don't you think she was thinking about how sweet it would be, gobbling his pecker up after he'd had it balls-deep in your pussy? You'd better believe it! What about you? You were licking her snatch off his dick, weren't you? And wasn't it a lot better? Doesn't come taste better, after it's been soaking in a hot pussy for a while?"
"Oh, Julia, you're too much!" Ann murmured. "I can't convince you, can I?"
"Looks to me like you're the one that needs convincing," Julia said. "Honey, I'd do just about anything if I could make you see the light, help you understand that it can be so damned good, letting a woman do it to you! I swear, I don't think I've gone more than a couple of hours at a stretch since I last saw you, but what I wasn't thinking at least a little about diving down into that honeypot of yours and just licking away till my tongue nearly fell off!"
"I ... I just don't know, Julia," Ann faltered. "I mean, I really like you a lot, you know that, but...."
"All right, if you won't let me eat your pussy, at least we can get off on watching each other," Julia said. "You like that well enough, how about doing it with me?"
She stood up from her chair and was reaching to unfasten the front of her jeans when the doorbell's incongruous clanging brought her hands to a stop. They looked at each other for a moment. Ann was on the point of disregarding the ring, since she had already made up her mind that she would at least masturbate with Julia, but the second ring swung her in the opposite direction. Making a face of disappointment to her friend, she moved toward the door.
"I'll send them away," she whispered as she passed Julia.
Ann opened the door a crack, pulling it back as far as the burglar chain would permit, and saw Gina Corralitos standing before her. For a moment she could not speak; the girl was absolutely the last person in the world she had expected to see and her astonishment was total.
"Hi," Gina said. "Okay if I stop by for a visit?"
"I ... uh, I was ... yes, I suppose it'll be all right," Ann said. "Er, come in, Gina; I was just, er, talking with Julia. She's one of my best friends."
"Hmmm, looks to me as though you two were just on the point of getting to be a lot better acquainted," Gina said when she had taken a look at Julia. "Yes, a lot better!"
"So you're the fabulous Gina," Julia said. "I've been hearing about you. You've really messed up Ann's head, you know?"
"I was only trying to straighten her out," Gina said. "But I've got a feeling that you know all about what I mean, right? I thought so!"
Ann had stood back in dismay after admitting the girl. For a moment or two she could not think; her mind seemed to have gone completely blank.
"I thought you were visiting a relative," she finally said. "A cousin, I think?"
"Oh, that. She got tired of me, kicked my ass out this morning," Gina said, giving a negligent shrug. "I guess she wasn't quite as horny as she thought she was!"
"Oh." Ann gulped and quickly changed the subject around, or tried to do so; before she could redirect their conversation into other, more suitable channels Julia had leaped into the breach and taken command.
"We were about to get down for a little round of 'Show and Tell'," Julia said, eyeing Gina thoughtfully. "How about it, kid? Want to make it a three-way deal?"
"Sure, that ought to be fun," Gina said.
Before Ann could gather her wits enough to speak up and bring them back to their senses, Julia had risen to her feet and had thrown off her blouse, peeling it off and tossing it away quickly. She then unfastened the side zipper on her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles.
"Hey, I can dig those panties!" Gina said, halting her own disrobing to gaze at Julia with total appreciation. "Really neat!"
Julia's panties were the most scandalous that Ann had ever seen. The garment was nothing more than a small triangle of lacy nylon, a creamy yellow in shade, with some connecting cords to fit around her waist and between her legs. She stepped out of her jeans and turned around, letting them see that the waistband connected to the cord between her thighs, which ran up between her firmly molded buttocks. The triangle of cloth in front was not even large enough to cover Julia's pubic bush; the crinkly black hair peeped out from every side of the little wisp of nylon.
"I put 'em on to see if maybe I couldn't get Ann here turned on," Julia frankly admitted. "They've worked with a couple of guys, and another woman I've been wanting so I thought maybe they'd work on her too!"
"Super sexy!" Gina murmured.
Gina had been wearing sneakers, a simple skirt and a white cotton blouse. This outfit emphasized her youth and, with her long, black hair braided into a single clump and hanging far down her back, she could almost have passed for a junior high school girl. The aware, knowing look in her dark eyes set off that youthful disguise, however, and when she had stripped herself completely naked Ann easily saw that here was no mere schoolgirl. Gina gave every indication of being a knowledgeable, experienced woman, one with fully developed sexual tastes and a lot of experience at satisfying them. She stood before Ann and Julia, brazenly rubbing her palm over her dark muff, and seemed not at all shy or embarrassed.
"Wh-what are you two doing?" Ann demanded, though she could not make her voice as firm and determined as she would have liked.
"What you and I were about to do before she got here!" Julia said. "Except that now it'll be three of us, honey! Come on, Ann strip down-you know you want to!"
"Sure, we're not going to rape you," Gina said. Though I wouldn't mind having a go at it, I swear I wouldn't!"
Julia moved over to Ann's couch and sat down, leaning back against an armrest and spreading her legs wide. She displayed her pussy with impudent ease, careless to everything except the hot, lustful blood beating through her loins. Ann could not help looking at her friend. She saw that the tiny yellow triangle of nylon did not begin to cover the woman's vulva, nor was it designed to do so. The bottom cord, also of yellow cord, had become worked into the lips of her pussy and ran between them down to the cleft of her buttocks. By suggesting concealment and yet so flagrantly failing to provide any, the garment managed to cast an aura of brazen sexuality, Ann found.
"Oh, I guess it won't hurt anything," Ann said. She was trying to put a brave face on but she felt sure that both of them knew just how fearful she was. "I guess you're right, Julia-we'd probably have gone ahead and done it anyway!"
"There you go," Julia murmured. "Sure we'd have done it. God, you're both so lovely, just so beautiful! Mmmm, I'm going to love this! I'm going to cream all over my fingers, I'm just going to come all over myself!"
"Get it juicy!" Gina said, moving a little closer and watching her carefully. "Get it wet and hot! God, I love looking at a nice, hot pussy, one that's wet all over! Make it steam!"
Ann quickly threw off her own clothing. Julia and Gina had both sat on the couch, facing each other, and she occupied an armchair a few feet away. They were now in a triangular setting and each could observe the other two. Ann discovered that it was far easier to display herself to Julia and Gina than she would have expected; this was a result of her earlier conditioning at Carol's hands. They turned their attention to her after a moment and she basked in their admiring gazes. As their hot, voracious eyes wandered over her naked flesh, she could feel new life and vigor flowing into her pussy. Neither Julia nor Gina made any attempt whatever at disguising the open, hungry sexual longing they felt and that fact stirred her even further.
"Damn, I'm just glad I don't have to decide which one of us has the prettiest box," Julia said. "We're all different and all ... just so fucking nice!"
"That's what's so nice about pussies," Gina said. "Each one is a little different and yet they're all the same, sort of. Yes, so hot, so sweet and lively!"
"Is eating it your bag?" Julia asked her.
"I love eating a sweet, hot, wet one!" Gina forthrightly declared. "But then I love being eaten too. And fingerfucking, and dry humping, and all the rest of it, it's all just such incredible fun!"
"Yeah, versatile!" Julia muttered. "Ready for whatever comes along!"
"Women are so nice!" Gina purred, beginning to tease the flaring inner lips of her slit with a gently probing forefinger. "So soft, so sweet, so good for loving!"
Julia tugged at the cord of her panties, the part which had become lodged between the lips of her pussy, and Ann now saw that the cord was elasticized. She tugged repeatedly at the cord, working it back and forth between the tender fold of highly aroused flesh, and grimaced expressively. The cord stretched far enough for the end to graze her clitoris and Julia took due care to pay plenty of attention to that strategic little nub of sensitive tissue.
"Ann's still a little shy about doing it in front of us," Julia said, looking over at her with a warm, tender smile. "But you'll get easier about it, don't worry."
"No, it isn't so much that," Ann said, smiling bravely. "It's more that ... well, I'm already turned on! My God, I can't believe how this affects me! I'm afraid that I'll go off at any second, especially if I try anything drastic!"
"So? What's wrong with that?" Gina asked. "That's what we're here for, right? Go on, Ann, have yourself a come! God, seeing a woman come makes me just so incredibly horny!"
"She's right," Julia added. "It's sort of like an infection-once one gets it, the others are sure to have an attack too!"
Their words gnawed away at Ann's sense of restraint. She could feel her pussy glow with sensual excitement and she knew that even the slightest penetration would ignite her flesh, bringing about a quick and decisive outburst of orgasmic feeling. Their persuasion helped her to give in to the strenuous demands of her flesh. She brought her legs higher, hooking them over the arms of the chair, and slumped back to elevate her pussy still more. She pushed her right hand down into place, held it there for a moment and then thrust her index and middle fingers between the sweating, love-slick lips, pushing them into her vaginal rim with a gentle force.
"Oooooh! Ahhhhhh!" she groaned, feeling herself being lifted up onto a level of pure physical sensation. "Omigod, I'm-ugghhhhhh! Oww-wwwwww! Aiiiiieeeeeee!"
The penetration sent a quick, shattering blast of sexual feeling through her midsection. At once her clitoris throbbed powerfully with sympathetic joy. She could feel the savagely compelling spasms of lustful pleasure flowing through every part of her body. Thrusting her fingers deeper brought the sensations to an even more stirring crescendo and forced a weak, quavering whimper of agony from her throat.
Both Julia and Gina slowed their own self-stimulation as they watched Ann writhe about under the grip of that furious onslaught. The suddenness of her climax intrigued them, as did the vehemence of the sensual fury which possessed her so totally. For a moment Gina leaned forward, almost as though she were on the point of going over to Ann's chair and kneeling down to add the stimulus of her own lips to those active fingers. She did not do so, however, and contented herself with watching.
"Man, I've got to get me something stronger than this!" Julia muttered. "She's making my pussy hurt all over!"
She left her place on the couch and went over to her handbag. Reaching into it, she brought out a vibrator. The tool was about eight inches in length, cigar-shaped, and was covered with creamy-white latex; the rubbery coat, soft and nearly flesh-like, had a series of dimples over its surface.
"I wanted to get a black one," she said, grinning briefly at Gina as she flourished the obscene-looking instrument, "but the warts on this one sold me! I guess I can use a white tool for my own pleasure, long as I don't tell anyone else about it!"
"I ... I never could stand those things," Gina muttered. "Too much like pricks for me to get any good out of them. But if that's what you like, power to you! Mmmm, I'd like to use that on you!"
"You can, you surely can," Julia said. "I'll bet you could fuck the life out of me with this, especially if you used your tongue too! But later, honey, later!"
Julia resumed her position on the couch and brought the vibrator down to the moist lips of her pussy. She did not flick the switch to turn the tool on, preferring to work the tip over the aching flesh for a few moments. She gradually worked it down between the large, puffy lips and held it against her cunt's tense mouth, teasing herself, and then pressed the base harder to push it into the erotically charged opening.
"Oooooh!" she moaned, grimacing expressively. "God, it's so good!"
Gina said nothing but watched with extreme interest. She continued to work her forefinger over the lips of her own pussy, stroking them with a steady rhythm, and used her other hand to caress her nipples.
Ann recovered from her giddy trip into sexual oblivion in time to watch Julia manipulate her vibrator. She had never seen one of the instruments before, though she recognized what it was as a result of having seen pictures, and she was astonished to find that Julia favored one of the tools. She said nothing, though, and watched closely as the knobby shaft worked deeper into that hot, juicy crevice.
"God, it's so hot, so tender!" Julia whispered. "Mmmm, I'm gonna let it go, I'm gonna come like a devil!"
She pulled the vibrator from her cunt and moved it up the ripe slit, bringing the tip against her clitoris. She then flicked the switch at the tool's base and it whirred into life at once. The vibrator imparted violently arousing sensations to her clitoris, naturally, and Julia cried out weakly. She held it against her love-button for a few seconds and continued to writhe about, still moaning. After a moment she transferred the tool to her cunt and plunged it deep, thrusting hard until only an inch of the white base remained in view. At the same time, she brought her other hand into play and began stroking her clitoris rapidly, fanning two fingers back and forth over the stiff little nub with great speed.
"Uhhhh!" she groaned, throwing her head back and shuddering heavily. "Ohhh, shit! Ohhhh, fuck! Unnnggghhhhhh! Fuck! Come! Fuck my pussy, fuck me in the-agghhhhhhh!"
Her hand never stopped its relentless work as she fucked herself into a long, shuddering climax. When she finally flicked the tool off and drew it from between the lips of her pussy, the entire shaft was wet with her cunt's rich love-dew. She examined it carefully, her eyes watery with emotion, and then brought it up to her lips.
"Mmmm, you sweet little thing!" she crooned, kissing the tip gently and grinning self-consciously at them. "You might not be human but you work, you really work!"
"And now it's my turn, I guess," Gina said. She smiled at them both as she continued to brush her fingertips over the ripe, scarlet petals of hot woman-flesh peeping out of the dense growth of black hair. "Seeing you two going at it, that's been such a turn-on for me, you'll never know how that makes me want to come!"
"Ahhh, let it come!" Julia told her.
"No, I can hold it off a little while longer," Gina said. "I want to keep it in there, let it get hotter and harder! I want to hold it as long as I can!"
She cautiously worked a forefinger into the moist, slippery cleft and held it there briefly, then removed it and applied the resulting wetness to one of her nipples. She painted the dark, passionately swollen projectile carefully. Ann, heart beating wildly, watched with rapt interest. She could see that the girl's nipples were already painfully charged with sexual feeling and she had to choke back an urge she found rearing up inside her with an almost uncontrollable power. She realized, after a moment, that she wanted to go over to the girl and kiss those small, proud breasts, to feel those dark, conical nipples against her tongue! The thought shocked her slightly but aroused her still more.
"Mmmm, seeing you wet 'em up like that, it makes me horny all over again!" Julia murmured. "But then that's what you want, right? It turns you on, making another woman get all hot and horny! Sure it does, that's part of your bag! God, I'm going to get you, I'm going to get your ass before long! I'm going to get my tongue so far up that hot little cunt of yours you'll think you've got ten women on you!"
Julia's words set off a quick and very strong reaction within the girl's body. Gina suddenly stiffened her thighs and began moving her fingers over her pussy's lips with even greater speed. After a moment, she slowed her hand to a standstill and used her thumb and forefinger to spread the inner lips wide, pulling the loose skin up toward the top of the thick pubic bush as she did so. This brought her iron-hard clitoris into more prominent view. She brought the index finger of her other hand into play at that moment: moving at a slow, leisurely pace, she rubbed the tip of her clitoris for a very brief moment. That slight contact was enough to push her the rest of the way into sexual ecstasy and within the span of a couple of quick breaths she had collapsed under the triphammer blows of orgiastic release.
Her face assumed a stunned, vacant expression as the waves of sexual pleasure tore outward from her vulva. Her face flushed darkly and the areoles of her breasts became almost purple as they reflected her inner turmoil. She groaned harshly and then wilted, overcome by the quick passion which enveloped her body and bore her into lustful oblivion.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Tell me something, Gina: how did you know where to find me?"
Ann framed that question several minutes after the girl had masturbated herself into her stirring climax. Ann had found the display of lust highly arousing, even more so than when she had watched the girl through the crack in her bathroom wall at the foster home, and she had almost become excited enough to give herself another come. She had held back but, following Julia's example, had idly rubbed her pussy and kept the slit at a low boil while watching. It was during the very height of Gina's writhing conclusion, paradoxically, that the question had flashed into her mind. She knew that no one at the Lone Oak home ought to know that she lived in Houston, much less the address of her apartment.
"Huh? Oh, Carol told me. She gave me the address the other day, before I left-said that if I got through with the old bitch early, I could maybe stop by and see how you were doing."
"What do you mean, if you 'got through with the old bitch early?'" Ann asked. "I would have thought that you'd feel more kindly toward a relative."
"Oh, there isn't any relative," Gina said. "I don't' have any relatives in the world, I don't think. None I'd want to see, anyway. Hey, you still don't know, do you?"
"Know what?" Ann persisted. "I really don't understand this at all."
"Hey, I thought Carol was going to tell you!" Gina said, looking properly astonished. "She said she had this evening set up with you, she was going to lay it all out for you!"
"I didn't hear her say a thing that would explain any of this," Ann said.
Gina took a deep breath and shook her head slowly. She then told Ann a story that almost made her hair stand straight out from her scalp. According to Gina, some of the foster home's children regularly hired themselves as prostitutes to some of the city's wealthiest men and women, going to the patron's home and staying there for two or three days, at times. For this they were paid exceptionally handsome fees, sometimes as much as a thousand dollars, and they invariably turned over the greater part of those fees to the Gerlings, who used the money to help operate the foster home. Ann listened with a rapidly increasing indignation, hardly able to contain herself until Gina had finished her bone-chilling account. Then she blew up, cursing roundly and swearing that she would have them both jailed for pandering and a great collection of other crimes.
"What the fuck you talking about?" Gina retorted, astounded at her display. "Are you crazy? You want to blow the whole home out of the water?"
"I certainly do!" Ann retorted. "The very idea, taking advantage of you like that! They ought to be hanged from the highest tree!"
"Aw, get off it," Gina snorted. "Where do you get that shit, 'taking advantage of us,' huh? Hey, you act like we were being forced to trick with those clowns!"
"Well, isn't that the case?" Ann stormed. "I'd like to know what else you could call it, for heaven's sake!"
"Look, the story I got is that it all got started way back when," Gina explained, trying hard to adopt a more conciliatory tone and reason with the outraged woman. "The second year they had the home going, is the way I heard it. Anyway, they were rocking along and not even close to making ends meet. Dan and Carol, they'd already spent all they had in their savings account, mortgaged themselves up to the ass, and they were just about to go under for the count. That's when a couple of the kids got this idea: some of the old rich bitches who came out to do volunteer work, get up their brownie points and all that stuff, they were randy and ready for it. We don't have volunteers any more, not out there, but I've seen some of those bitches in other places and let me tell you, Ann, about half of them are just out looking for some cheap ass! Some of them like the idea of getting a teenage boy and letting him plow their hole, especially if he's really hung, and some more go more for girls about my age, or even younger, but a lot of them are looking for action. So these kids, whoever they were, they got the word out: they let it be known that they were ready to ball, but it would cost. Once they'd gotten a nice little bundle from the trick, then they turned it over to Dan and Carol to help keep the place going. And that's the way it's been ever since."
"That might sound pretty commendable to you," Ann bitterly said, "but I still think it's utterly horrible!"
"Ah, you're just too nice," Gina said. "Take me, for example. If I wasn't at the home, what would I be doing? I'd either be in jail or I'd be working the streets downtown, sucking guys off in alleyways for ten bucks a throw and hating myself for it. This way, I get to ball really fancy women and I get a shitpot full of money out of it, plus I'm doing something to keep the home going. Same with Tommy Danvin. You know him, the big, husky kid with the blonde, curly hair? He's hung like a bull, he really is, and the old faggots just die when they look at him. And they really die when he starts fucking them in the ass with that whang of his! But now he gets to ball the old biddies who want a little teenage meat and he feels a hell of a lot better about it. I don't see why you're complaining, I really don't."
Ann continued to sputter and fume. Even though her rationality told her Gina had a fairly strong case, her sensibilities were sufficiently offended by the idea of child prostitution for her to reject the idea.
"Wait a minute, Ann, just pull back and wait a minute," Julia told her. She had to adopt a sharp, peremptory tone of voice to get her friend's attention. "This might not be as bad as it looks. Just settle down here for a minute and let's think about it."
"What? You too?" Ann snapped, though Julia's calm, sensible tone took away some of her indignation. "You're going to tell me this is a good thing?"
"No, of course not," Julia said. "But I think you ought to get everything straight in your mind before you go off half-cocked. I thought you were telling me before that you thought this home was doing a bang-up job with the kids, getting them straightened out and in a frame of mind to deal with the outside."
"I was, but that was before I knew about this ... this awful scheme of theirs!"
"Well, they're still doing the same job, right? I mean, most of them are learning something that's worthwhile, aren't they? I mean, if some of them are off peddling their little asses from time to time, that doesn't change the other parts, does it?"
"No, I guess not," Ann conceded. "I mean, that part would still stand. But look at the costs, Julia!"
"I'm looking, and it strikes me that maybe it isn't as high as you seem to think it is," Julia said, "like Gina was telling us-if she wasn't in the home, what would she be doing? Huh?"
"That's what I was trying to tell you," Gina added, seeing that Julia's words had momentarily stilled Ann's objections. "And I wasn't lying to you about turning tricks downtown-I was in that game for six months before they finally busted me. That sonofabitch of a vice cop, I'd already sucked him off four times, just to keep him honest, and still the bastard busted me! Said there was just too much pressure on him to come up with a bust! And Tommy, he was hustling the old queens, making enough to keep from being hungry all the time. C'mon, Ann, what are we going to do? Who's going to hire us? And to do what? Shit, we don't have any skills at all, except hustling!"
"Tell me something, Gina," Julia said. "This Lone Oak home, how does it stack up beside the others? Apart from this hustling you do, I mean?"
"It's really a super place!" Gina said, her dark eyes sparkling expressively. "I don't know anything about the others, except one, but all the kids agree that it's the greatest place ever. And some of them have been in four or five homes before, so they ought to know a little more about it. Some of those places, they ... well, they really give you a shitty deal. I mean, the people are in it just for the bucks, the difference between what they get from the state and how little they can spend on feeding you. And a lot of them, you've got to screw the foster parents anyway, so what's the difference?"
"I don't know, Ann, I really don't," Julia said. "It looks to me like you're making Lone Oak look bad because you're measuring it against what you think a foster home really ought to be. But what about if you measured it against what the alternatives really are?" I mean, putting the kids back out on the streets, or maybe inside one of those snakepits? And that's what a lot of them are, you know that. Hell, a lot of those places treat kids worse than what you see out at the dog pound!"
"There's something else you ought to know about too," Gina added. "They didn't have to chain me up and haul me off to spend a couple of nights with that woman I was with, you know. I mean, she was a little kinky, sure, but she was nice, she wasn't into beating, crap like that. And she was damned good looking, to be pushing forty! I can tell you, I've made it with women who looked a lot worse!"
"Oh, God!" Ann wailed. "You two! You're ... I don't know what to say! I suppose you're right, Julia, making me face up to the realities. But it still seems so awful!"
"Honey, nobody's trying to say it's a good deal," Julia told her. "Hell, I can see things wrong with it myself! But look at the choices! I mean, the real choices, the ones that are likely to be there. And if Gina's right, she sure isn't doing anything she hasn't done before, her or the other kids either!"
"And this way, I don't have to do things with those awful men," Gina added. "And in case you're wondering, it sure wasn't Carol or Dan or Ken or anybody like that who gave me the idea in the first place. I mean, it was us kids ourselves, we're the ones who found the marks, set it up and closed the deal. There wasn't anybody pushing us. We just do it because it looks like it's the only way to keep a good thing going!"
"Oh, I suppose it isn't as bad as it could be," Ann said, somewhat mollified. "I still don't like it, though!"
"I don't know if anybody else likes it," Julia said. "But maybe it's the best way to deal with a situation that doesn't have any good answers. How about that?"
"Well, I won't say anything about it for a while, at least," Ann finally agreed. "But that doesn't mean that I'm going to go along with it later; I might change my mind back again!"
"Carol and Dan don't like it either," Gina said. "But we put it to them that this is how it's going to be and they didn't have much choice either."
"By the way," Ann said, remembering something else Gina had said. "You told me that Carol gave you my address? How did she get that, I wonder?"
"Oh, everybody knows you're a snoop for the fuzz," Gina said, tossing off the line with casual aplomb. "They were just hoping that you'd come around, see bow much good they were doing and ... you know, sort of overlook the seamier side of it."
Ann sat back in a state of shock. Apparently the Gerlings had all along known of her undercover role, she now saw, and at once she thought of how considerate Dan and Carol had been.. She especially thought of Carol's open, frank generosity, her readiness to share Dan with her in a bout of wild, abandoned sexuality, and she felt very ashamed of herself at that point.
"Looks to me like Big Dick Daltrey's not as good at running an undercover operation as he thought he was," Julia said, grinning broadly. "I'd like to see his face when somebody tells him that they were onto you all the time!"
Having Daltrey's incompetence manifested so clearly brought Ann to a firmer decision, one she would not earlier have thought herself capable of making. She decided then and there that she would definitely hold off any denunciation of the Gerlings and their curiously financed foster home, at least until she had had time to confront them and get a fuller explanation. She said as much to Gina and Julia, who leaped from the couch and came over to congratulate her warmly. They pulled her to her feet and embraced her, heedless of their lack of clothing. Although there was nothing sexual in their enthusiasm, at least not at first, the embrace quickly took on more suggestive overtones when they were able to realize just what they were doing.
"My, it does make a difference, hugging a woman!" Ann said, blushing vividly and looking down with embarrassment. She had her arms around their waists and their thighs were touching. Being almost ten inches shorter than Gina, she found that the girl's nipples were almost level with her lips. She impulsively leaned forward to kiss one of the brown, firm cones of sensitive flesh, then quickly pulled back, flushing even more vividly. "I ... I'm sorry, Gina, I couldn't help doing that!"
"Hey, that's okay, I loved it!" Gina whispered. "Any time, Ann, just any time at all! Here, if you liked that, maybe you should try this too!"
With that she disengaged herself from Julia's arm and faced Ann's hipbone. She made the touch a light one but the effect was properly electrifying: Ann shuddered visibly and gulped as a Shockwave of pure, vibrant eroticism flashed through her loins.
"My God, it ... it almost hurt!" she panted.
"P-p-put your hand down there!" Gina stammered, her voice thick and husky with emotion. "Put your hand down there and let me fuck it!"
Moving slowly but with great determination, Ann did as the girl requested. She moved her right hand down to that fluffy bush of hair and gently pushed her fingers in between the girl's trembling thighs, holding her palm up to feel the warm wetness she knew would be there. At first Gina did not move at all, except to shudder with great ferocity. Her eyes closed and her face became even lovelier as the flood of sexual feeling quickly spread through her body.
Ann found the lips of the girl's pussy and gently rubbed them. She could easily remember the soft, delicate way Gina had touched herself and she deduced that the girl did not care for violent penetration. Ann concentrated on holding her hand in a way that would allow Gina to rub against it and enhance her own lusts. The feel of that searing, steaming slit, so ultra-feminine and hot with passion, caused her own pussy to flame up with new pangs of erotic readiness.
"My God, I can't believe I'm really doing this!" she whispered.
"Mmmmm, you're doing it!" Gina panted. "And doing it just the way I want it! Ohhhh, Ann, I've wanted to feel your hand there, I've wanted it so!"
Julia watched them for a moment, eyes glowing warmly. Then she leaned forward and touched her lips to Gina's left nipple. She gently gnawed at the passionately inflamed cone, using only her lips to stimulate the sensitive flesh, and gradually added the dynamic effects of her tongue. Gina pushed her hips forward, bringing her pussy to bear against Ann's hand with greater force, and then twisted her shoulders about to push her breast against Julia's mouth.
"Oooooh, you're both fucking me, sucking me!" Gina moaned. "God, I love it, I love the way you're-agghhhhh! Unnnngghhhhhhhhhh!"
Ann nearly jerked her hand away, she was so astounded at the quickness of the girl's erotic response. Gina reached down convulsively and grabbed her wrist, jamming her hand against her pussy with quick, hungry violence. The girl pushed her hips forward with a quick, shuddering urgency. Another low, quavering moan of ecstatic release burst from her lips as she rubbed her pussy against Ann's hand. Ann kept her fingers slightly curved, so that the girl could get full contact against them, and held her position until Gina had fucked herself completely. Julia continued to mouth her breast and her tongue, playing over the passion-swollen nipples, helped immeasurably in bringing even greater spasms of lustful completion from Gina's body.
Ann did not have her fingers far enough inside Gina's cunt to feel the vaginal contractions which wracked her loins with repeated bursts of erotic fulfillment. She could feel the girls' thighs tighten up into columns of hard, quivering muscle, however, and she detected the tremors of pleasure which beat through her hips and lower body. Even though helping a woman come was very different from helping a man-Ann especially missed the hot, violent surge of splashing semen-it was nevertheless an accomplishment carrying with it a vast sense of satisfaction, as well as far more sexual excitement than she would have thought possible.
"Oooooh, fuck me!" Gina whimpered as she thrased about and ground out the last bits of her passion against Ann's hand. "Mmmmm, you're fucking me to death! I can't stand it any more, I can't go on like this, I've got to-annnngggg-hhhhhh! Uhhhh!"
Gina nearly collapsed in their arms when she had worked her way through that long series of climactic spasms. She sagged weakly against them, unable to support her own weight; Julia reached out to take a firm grip on her and support her against her own body. Ann helped as best she could, though her slight stature made it un-likely that she would be able to do much to help.
"We'd better get her onto a bed," Julia muttered.
"Yes. Let me help," Ann said. "Through here. I'll open the door; hold onto her carefully, now!"
Gina was already beginning to gain new life before they could maneuver her onto Ann's big double bed. She tottered over to the bed on her own and fell back onto it, rolling onto her back and laying there drunkenly. Ann and Julia looked down at her, then at each other. They read the same light of agreement on each other's face.
"Yes, it's time we took you all the way," Julia said, smiling tenderly. She reached out with one hand and gathered Ann to her. "Ohhhh, honey, you don't know how I've been wanting for this moment to come along!"
"Now that it's here, I find that I want it too," Ann said. "Yes, I want it too! I don't know what kind of magic you're working on me, Julia Fairchild, but I believe I like it better than any I've ever known before!"
"No magic at all," Julia said. "Just affection and desire, that's all!"
Ann leaned against the woman and tilted her head up, offering her lips to her friend. They kissed and Julia's tongue, hot and active with sexual longing, stroked her lips softly. Their kiss quickly became more passionate. Ann found it easy enough to spread her thighs wider and to begin rubbing her flushed, sensitized pubis against the woman's thigh; Julia made the contact even better by bringing her hands down over her buttocks and cupping them tightly. She kneaded the cheeks of Ann's ass slowly and worked her fingers into the flesh with increasing power.
Suddenly she broke away and steered Ann toward the bed. Ann allowed herself to be moved into position and laid back. Even though she did not know what to do, she instinctively felt that Julia would take command and lead them into new realms of sexual mystery, realms that promised to be at least as exciting as any she had ever known before.
"I think that the first thing we ought to do is give you a fucking," Julia whispered. "Lay you on your back, spread those pretty little legs out wide and just fuck your brains out!"
"You make it sound so exciting!" Ann murmured. "I can hardly wait!"
Julia now assumed a very masculine role. She moved over Ann's inner body and put a knee between her thighs, nudging them farther apart. Then she got both knees between Ann's thighs, exactly as though she were a man, and moved closer, bringing her own pubis up to the apex of those limbs and brushing against the soft, quivering slit at the base of her friend's belly. Ann then understood her purpose. She brought her own legs higher, caressing Julia's sides with her inner thighs, and elevated her pussy until the feverishly excited flesh bore more directly against her friend's lovemound.
"Ahhh, you catch on quick!" Julia whispered. "Now just go to work and enjoy it! I've got it down there against you, honey; all you've got to do is let one pussy talk to another till we're both in heaven!"
"There's more I can do," Ann said. "Here, just move over a little and ... ahhhh!"
She twisted about under Julia until she could bring her lips to bear against one of her friend's breasts. Julia readily moved to facilitate that gesture and eagerly lowered a shoulder to bring her dark, heated nipple more directly into contact with that lustful mouth. She groaned savagely as Ann kissed and tongued her breast; the contact sent hearty shudders of sexual approbation flooding through her body.
"Ohhhh, shit!" Julia cried, stiffening herself and pressing her loins down against Ann's throbbing pussy with greater force. "Onnnnnn! Do it, do it! Suck it, suck it off and I'll come too, I'll-unnnggghhbhhh! Aiiiieeeeeeee!"
They rubbed their loins together with brutal, primitive force. Each movement sent lightning bolts of lustful stimulation shooting through Ann's body, so that within a moment or two she was holding onto Julia's shoulders with a fearful intensity and fucking herself against the woman's pelvis with short, brutal snaps of her hips. The orgasm quickly grew within her cunt and then spread over her flesh, bringing her to a peak of gasping, writhing pleasure she had seldom known before. Julia groaned loudly as she felt her own cunt being ripped apart by a rising torrent of orgiastic sensation. The two women tightened their grip on each other and fucked away with even more enthusiasm until they had wrung every trace of feeling from their bodies.
"There, that's how one woman can fuck another woman!" Julia triumphantly crowed as she delivered the last thrust to Ann's weakly contracting pussy. "God, I could feel you coming all over!"
"And you, you were doing it too!" Ann breathed. "I felt you, I felt you coming against my pussy! Ohhhh, it was so good!"
"Yes, but there are even more delicious little treats in store for-you," Gina said, rousing herself from her lethargy and moving over to them. "Get off her, Julia; I want to tease her up with my tongue and then bring her off again! Mmmm, I just love eating a wet one, one that's really hot and dripping with come!"
Julia obediently moved off Ann's limp body and rolled aside to watch. Gina stretched herself out on her stomach, lying between Ann's legs, and brought her hands up under her thighs to elevate her rump slightly. Ann, nearly exhausted by the vehemence of her climax, could hardly move. She understood what was happening but she lacked the necessary strength either to resist or to cooperate more fully.
Gina proved to be every bit as good as her word, Using her tongue with delicate skill, she soon had Ann's pussy teeming with new energy. She flicked the tip over Ann's vulva, awakening her with slow, tender caresses that bore an amazing quota of sexual excitement. Gradually her tongue became more active, as well as more intimate, and Ann soon felt herself being gripped by a new storm of lustful desire. The girl's hot tongue stroked her into a feverish state of eagerness and when Gina began working more directly upon the extra-sensitive areas, she was eminently ready to be swept away on a cloud of passionate fulfillment.
"Oooooh, do it!" Ann whispered, twisting about wildly and reaching down to hold Gina's head more tightly against her pussy. "Do it to me! Omigod, you're making me come, you're sucking it out of me, you're ... aurrggghhhhhhh! Owww-wwwwww!"
Gina proved to be wonderfully adept at oral lovemaking, just as she had promised. Ann felt her loins being ripped apart by the tearing rush of orgasmic feeling, one which seemed to have no peak at all. The climactic surges became stronger and stronger until they were almost too much to be borne. Ann had to push at the girl's head after a time in order to bring herself relief; Gina seemed determined to continue sucking at her pussy until her body had melted away completely. Gina lifted her head up, her lips bright and wet with that sensual moisture, and smiled, knowing that Ann was now firmly committed to a new path in her sexual life.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Gina's lewd, skilled mouth had done more than just bring Ann to a climax; it had also awakened in her a desire to deal out that kind of pleasure as well as to receive more of it. She had already begun loving Julia with an eye toward achieving that first goal and was on the point of bringing her lips to bear directly against her friend's steaming slit when the doorbell rang.
"Go ahead with it," Gina said, springing off the bed. "I'll send them away, whoever it is. Don't pay any attention, Ann."
Gina ducked into the bathroom and snatched up a towel. Holding it to the front of her naked body, she went to the front door and opened it slightly, having first made sure that the burglar chain was in place. She saw Carol Gerling and Ken Sykto standing outside.
"I was going to send whoever it was away," she told them, "but since it's you I guess you might as well come in."
"I gather from your costume that you've had some success with your ambition," Carol said, smiling in a knowing way. "How was she?"
"Delicious!" Gina said. They were speaking in a low voice that could not be heard in the bedroom. "I went down on her just a few minutes ago and she went crazy with it. She's in there now with this Julia, a friend of hers. Mmmm, a really neat black woman, stacked and really with it. Ann's about to find out what it's like, eating herself a dish of pussy-pie!"
"How much does she know?" Carol asked.
"All of it," Gina said. "She was really pissed at first but Julia and I, we managed to talk some sense to her. She still doesn't like it, us doing tricks to help out, but I think she's gotten a long way toward accepting it."
"I don't like it either," Carol snapped. "Damn, I wish there were ... well, that doesn't help at all. Do you think Ken and I should go in there? What about this friend of hers? Is she gay too? Or a switch-hitter?"
"Uh, Julia switches, I think," Gina said. "That's her vibrator over there on the couch; she was using it a while ago when we were in here playing show and tell."
Carol walked over to the couch to pick up Julia's discarded vibrator. She picked the instrument up carefully, examined it and then held it to her nostrils. After sniffing delicately at the white plastic shaft, she tasted it and then smiled tenderly.
"I believe she'll be a tasty bitch," Carol said. "Here, Ken, want a sample?"
Ken accepted the vibrator and sniffed on it, then tasted it. He corroborated her analysis quickly.
Carol looked at him and Gina for a moment before bringing her hands up to the front of her blouse. She quickly opened the garment and cast it aside, then began working her jeans down her thighs. Gina cast the towel aside and stood before them, proudly naked. Ken hesitated for a moment and then followed Carol's example. When he pulled his own jeans down, his cock sprang out, vibrantly stiff and heated with a quick erection.
"Agghhhhhhhh!" they heard Julia cry out. "Ohhhhhh, eat it! My God, you're sucking me to death, you're making me-ugghhhhhhh! Oww-wwwwww!"
Carol exchanged a quick, knowing smile with Ken and Gina. There had been a sound of unmitigated joy in the woman's cry, a testament to her own pleasure, and they knew that Ann had struck gold. Julia continued to whimper and moan with increasing force, until her cries tapered off into a few gasping moans. Listening to them had brought Carol to a quick state of heated readiness, Gina saw, and she moved toward the woman in a very meaningful way.
"No, let's go in and join them," Carol said after they had briefly kissed. They were still locked together in a tight embrace, nipples brushing against each other, and Carol emphasized her arousal by grinding her muff against Gina's with raw, blatant hunger. "Might as well let her know I'm here. And Ken too; she likes him as well."
"Just my luck," Gina muttered, pretending to be very angry. "Find a hot, tasty piece like her and she turns out to be a switch-hitter!"
"She'll still want it with you," Carol told her. "Anyone would! It's just that she likes men too. We can't all be man-haters, dear!"
"I know, I know," Gina said. "And I don't really hate men," she added, throwing a brief smile towards Ken, "it's just that I don't like fucking them! Okay, let's go in and face the music, huh?"
"Er, maybe you'd better go first," Carol said. "Just to break the ice, let them know that they're going to have company-one of either sex and very horny!"
She reached over to Ken, standing nearby, and clasped his rigid, throbbing prick with her right hand. The mere touch was enough to send a long, shuddering beat of rabid pleasure coursing through her body and she tightened her grip on the formidable implement. Ken pushed his hips forward, so that his cock moved through her fist; her tight grip pulled the foreskin back so that the purple, swollen head emerged nakedly. The sight excited her still more and she moved directly in front of him, so that she could rub the tool's head against her vulva.
Ann looked up dumbly when Gina returned to the bedroom. She had hardly known that the doorbell had rung, she had been so engrossed in the act she was about to perform on Julia, and in carrying out her intention she had entirely forgotten about the visitor.
"Huh?" she asked when Gina had told her that someone was there. "Wh-what do you mean? Who is it?"
"Carol," Gina said. "Carol Gerling and Ken. From the foster home."
"My God! I've got to-" she began, only to realize that the door was open and that they had probably heard the conclusion of Julia's long, extremely vocal climax.
"It's okay," Gina assured her. "Carol's wise to all of it; she likes doing it with women too. And Ken doesn't care, one way or the other, as long as he gets to come. They'll make it a lot better for you, I promise!"
Despite her assurances, Ann looked very embarrassed when Carol and Ken walked into her bedroom. Julia, still stunned by the force of the sensual explosion which had turned her loins into a storm center of lusty pleasure, lay sprawled on her back, thighs spread wide; she did not move at all when the couple came into the bedroom. Carol looked at them both but there was only a film of hot, eager desire in her eyes.
"I called Mrs. Amborse, the woman Gina was staying with, this morning," Carol said by way of explanation. "She said that Gina was already gone. I figured she'd come over here so I decided that Ken and I had better get here as fast as we could. I gather that she's already told you everything."
"Yes. It was quite a shock at first," Ann admitted, "but now ... well, I just don't know what to say. I think Gina's been trying to persuade me not to say anything. And I must say, she has a very persuasive way of arguing!"
"Let's not worry about any of that now," Carol said. "Why can't we just ... you know, just enjoy ourselves for the time being? And maybe I could use this chance to let you know that I've often thought of you, dear, very often, and very longingly!"
Ann read the hot desire in the woman's eyes and interpreted it accurately. She impulsively held out her arms, eager to feel Carol's voluptuously curved body against her own. As the woman came into her embrace, Julia straightened up and saw Ken advancing toward her. The sight of his stiff prick, jutting out like a ship's bowsprit, brought a hot, dancing light into her brown eyes.
"Ooooh, a nice fat one!" she murmured. "Mmmm, just bring that big thing on home!"
Julia happened to look farther, however, and spotted Gina just before she opened her things to recieve Ken between them. She grinned at the girl and immediately changed her mind about giving herself to Ken.
"No, I'll take the both of you!" she said, her voice huskier now. "Would you mind sharing me with a man, Gina? C'mon, honey, I'd love to eat you out while he's fucking me; there's nothing like a hard, hot cock to put a lot of extra life in a woman's tongue!"
"Since you put it that way, I can hardly refuse," Gina said.
She lay on her back in front of Julia, sho had changed around to a kneeling attitude, and brought her knees up beside the woman's shoulders. Julia had only to lower her face to bring her mouth into close, exciting contact with the lustfully darkened lips of Gina's pussy. The girl made the act still more inviting by reaching down and using her forefingers to spread the outer lips apart. The inner lips of the slit, flushed until they were nearly purple, fell apart reluctantly to reveal the glowing, pink wetness they enclosed. Julia inhaled deeply and smiled.
"God, nothing like a nice, hot pussy for smelling!" she muttered. "Honey, that thing looks like the best ever!"
Ken showed that he had no qualms about sharing her with Julia. Settling himself behind her rump, he reached between her buttocks to stroke the bot, passionately aroused slit he found there, his fingers played over the sensitive opening and tested the inner cleft. He found it admirably tight and very much suited for enclosing a tool the size of his cock. He smiled with pleasant anticipation and moved closer to her, reaching down to point his prick upward at exactly the right angle for entering that deliriously lubricated orifice.
Julia grunted with expressive violence when she felt him apply the heated tip of his cock to her cuntal opening of an inch at a stroke; the slow, amazingly tender way of fucking provoked Julia much more than if he had slammed into her at a headlong, breakneck pace and tried to sink all his prick inside her cunt at once.
Ann, meanwhile, had given her attention over entirely to Carol. She explored the woman's body with delicate care, touching her here and there with wonder and then moving around to bestow several hot, wet kisses on those marvelously large breasts. Carol helped her, cupping-her hands under the luscious mounds and making them rise up into still more prominent peaks. She gasped ecstatically as Ann's tongue played over her nipples and set off skyrockets of erotic yearning within her body.
"Mmmmmmm! Get over me!" Carol muttered hoarsely. "Get over me and fuck my mouth! Sit on my face and fuck it hard! Let me do it to you, darling; I've been wanting to taste your pussy since I first laid eyes on you!"
The passionate intensity of her voice forced compliance. Ann straightened up and knelt over the woman's eager face, fitting herself against those lush, crimson lips with exactness and quivering heavily as she awaited the first kiss., Carol brought her hands up to dig her fingers into Ann's tense buttocks-the girl had her back toward her feet-and she provoked even stronger reactions of physical desire within her partner. Ann pushed lower and brought her pussy into close, heated contact with Carol's mouth. The woman's tongue flickered out and darted over the heated flesh, probing the lips briefly and then diving between them.
"Agghhh! Uhhhhhh!" Ann grunted, stung to the core by that thrilling surge of sexual emotion. "Ohhh, God, do it! Get it up me and-unnnngggghhhhh!"
She tightened her hips, thighs and abdomen until her muscles were shrieking with tension. Even the slightest movement became magnified greatly, so that the effects of Carol's hot tongue were enormously accentuated. She fucked herself against that wickedly thrilling mouth for another few seconds, almost to the point of a climax, and then drew back abruptly.
"Go on, finish it!" Carol urged. She punctuated her exhortation with some extra-hard squeezes of Ann's buttocks, making the girl's loins throb with greater fervor. "Fuck it out, Ann, let me taste the come!"
"No, I want to do it to you too!" Ann declared. "Can't we go down on each other at the same time? Ohhh, let's, Carol; I want so much to have my tongue in you when I start to come!"
"Of course we can do it to each other!" Carol said. "Just turn around, dear, and arrange yourself; we can do it as though we were men!"
Ann quickly reversed herself, heart thudding heavily, and at once saw that the position would not work. A good eight or nine inches shorter than Carol, she could not possibly hold her pussy against the woman's mouth and at the same time reach down to use her tongue against that fabulously enticing slit, as she wanted. Carol solved that problem by rolling over onto her side, taking Ann with her, and then arching her back enough for them to make the vital, sensual connection. Ann cradled her cheek on the woman's soft thigh and then gratefully worked her mouth forward to touch the hotly aroused slit awaiting her touch.
They went down on each other with an intensity which ensured that incredibly strong climax would quickly erupt in both their bodies. Ann's cunt was the first to be ripped apart by the flood of orgasmic feeling, though Carol's womb quickly followed suit. They grunted heavily and fucked against each other with wilder, stronger motions and soon had exhausted the sensuality which had excited them so much. Ann managed to get her hot tongue far enough into Carol's furiously contracting vaginal rim to feel those incredible spasms of womanly lust. Then her own climax soared up into a new realm of vicious strength, overwhelming her so that she could not continue to tongue the woman.
Gina, by this point, had already taken Julia's measure. She needed very little time in which to decide that the woman had a great deal of experience in pleasing other women; the way that hot, hyperactive tongue played over her vulva and dug into her pussy's hotly awakened lips was enough in itself to inform her of Julia's expertise. Julia made that experience even more affecting, however, by occasionally aiming her tongue lower and lightly stroking the girl's anus. Her first attempt had brought a shrill gasp of agonized pleasure from Gina's throat, along with a trembling thrust of her hips. That was enough to tell her that the girl had an extremely sensitive asshole, one that would respond well to further stimulation.
After she had worked her tongue over that puckered little eye a few more times, always with the same heart-warming results, Julia altered her style slightly. She now moved her right hand around so that she could stroke the volatile opening with the tip of her index finger. That brought equally stirring results and she then began pushing her finger up into Gina's ass. As she did so, she concentrated on flicking her tongue back and forth over the lips of her pussy, almost fanning them, and soon had the satisfaction of hearing more fervent cries of delight.
"Agghhh! My ass, you're fucking me in the ass!" Gina cried as she twisted about, gripped by the power of the woman's combined assault. "Ohhhh, get it on, get it on! Ugghh! You're killing me, you're-annnngggghhhhhh! Owwwwwww!"
One reason for Julia's especially abandoned approach was the stirring presence of Ken's bulging, passion-hardened prick in her cunt. He had continued to penetrate her tight, hot flesh in that same slow but relentless way and eventually had succeeded in planting most of it inside her. She had rarely had a prick of that superbly large size in her cunt before, and in the six months preceding that day she had not had one of nearly its dimensions, so she was extremely ready for the stirring experience. The tool was thick enough to distend the inner walls of the vaginal canal and to fill it completely. Brushing against every tender surface as it did, it inevitably brought her body to a state of rabid, throbbing arousal by its very presence.
Ken had then emphasized that drastic stimulation by beginning a very slow back-and-forth movement. Her pussy's lips, large and grossly inflated, grasped hungrily at the broad shafted rod as it worked in and out with devastating effect. When he had pushed the massive tool all the way home, his balls swung against her clitoris and ignited further chain reactions leading to the inevitable conclusion. She thrust back against Ken with a hard, desperate urgency and simultaneously flicked her tongue against Gina's stiff clitoris. Her finger continued to bore into the girl's ass and her tongue whipped against her clitoris with furious effect.
Ken gasped aloud as Julia twisted her rump about in a final paroxysm of sensual yearning. Her tight cunt ground against the head of his cock and the ensuing friction triggered a quick reaction from his balls. Grunting harshly, he surged up into her one last time. His buttocks clenched up into knots of trembling muscle as he sought to extract the last bit of sensation from his passionately engorged loins. His prick gave a momentous heave, leaping within Julia's cunt as it swelled bigger, and then spat out a rich blob of steaming sperm.
His ejaculation proceeded along its irreversible course, growing stronger with each spurt, and drew an answering reaction from Julia. Her cunt, already teeming with passion, burst out in a quick surge of sexual feeling, one that soon grew into a long series of orgiastic convulsions. Her vagina contracted powerfully around his cock, adding another bit of stimulation, and seemed almost to milk the thick shaft of its load. Her tongue continued to play over Gina's pussy, even though she had already licked the girl into transports of sexual delight, and did not stop until her own orgasmic pangs became so severe that she could no longer control herself. She arched her back and pushed her head down against the bed, shuddering terribly as the final pangs of sexual delirium thundered through her loins.
"Ahhh, this is so delicious!" Carol murmured after a time. "Lying here next to you, watching them, it's all so good! Ahh, I wish it could go on forever!"
"It certainly is going on for a while longer!" Gina promised. "You and Ann, you'll be wanting to get your share of Ken's prick, I imagine. And somewhere in that crowd there's going to be some room for me, I can promise you that!"
"You'll have that sweet little mouth of your right down here against my pussy," Julia said. "That is, just as soon as I can find the strength to get up and go wash it off. My God, that boy shot off a wad! Thought he was going to keep on creaming forever! And hoping he would, too!"
"Oh, you don't need to wash," Gina assured her. "I don't mind going down on a woman after she's been fucked, really I don't! I know, I ought to hate the taste of the stuff, but on a woman, after a really hot fuck, it's really kind of neat. As long as I don't have to get it out of the guy, it's fine with me. Here, I'll show you!"
"Not just yet," Julia told her. "Honey, he's still got that love-pole in me up to the balls! Let him ease it out first and give me a minute to catch my breath. Then you and me, we'll just see about having ourselves a little conversation in that good old French tongue!"
Ann lay back and sighed wearily. Although she felt quite depleted, she knew that her animal spirits would quickly reassert themselves and that it would not be long before she was ready for another adventure. She realized, almost in passing, that making love with Carol and Ken and Gina was certainly far outside the brief fucking Daltrey had given her and that, in succumbing to their intoxicating allure, she was acting in a very unprofessional manner. Feeling Carol's warm, lush body next to her own and looking over at Ken, just then in the act of withdrawing his long, semen-smeared prick from Julia's deeply flushed pussy, made her realize that acting in a professional manner was not very high on her personal list of priorities after all. The prospect of spending long hours in their company, naked and ready for any kind of sexual pleasure, now seemed far more important than satisfying any questions Daltrey might have about the Lone Oak foster home and its operations.
