Dan Shannon turned off Purchase Street and headed along Prudence Lane just as the New England sun slipped behind a cloud. The boy's oversized feet scuffed along the dusty hardpack and his lanky six foot frame swayed with the rhythm of a walker not too anxious to arrive at his destination. His hands fumbled with the lint in his jean pockets. He searched the road side for diversions that would keep him from arriving too quickly. Certainly he wanted to get to the quiet meadow that had been the source of so many beautiful hours but today's meeting with Phoebe would not be as joyful as the others. Today's meeting would be the last.
As he approached the gate that led behind the work shed and out to the garden and meadow, he comforted himself in his apprehension by slipping his left hand almost indiscernably to the right. The springy warmth of his cock tightened with the attention and soon his mind settled on memories of the afternoons of gentle kisses among the wildflowers.
Phoebe. Even as his mind turned the word over in reverie, his body responded with the hunger of an animal ready for love ... but despite so many opportunities, still a virgin. His cock stretched down his leg, causing his pants to bulge so fully that the prominent dorsal vein could be seen clearly despite the heavy denim of his cutoff shorts.
Phoebe. Soon she would head south to Boston. Soon she would board her flight and be whisked off to another world. A world of glamour and excitement. Dan Shannon knew that he would never be able to compete with the fascination of such a world. He knew that he would never again feel the warmth of total innocence after today.
Phoebe had arrived nearly a half-hour before Dan. She knew that today would be the last time for a long time for her to see the indigo New England sky, to feel the long summer grass beneath her, to roll in the arms of her wild flower friends ... She wanted a moment to herself, to herself and her memories.
When she saw the meadow today, it seemed somehow different. The colors were brighter, the sky clearer. She lay down alongside the harrow that stood like a monument in the field. As her eyes followed the outline of its many curves, her hands slowly opened the tiny pearl buttons of her blouse. The sun filtered through wispy clouds and settled warmly on the creamy gold of her warm full breasts. Breasts so firm that they only hinted at a list to left or right as Phoebe reached for a daisy or brushed a butterfly back into the air. Her yellow hair sparkled in the afternoon. Highlights of red and gold glinted across the meadow while sun, honeysuckle and breeze lulled the woman-child to sleep.
Dan saw Phoebe long before he entered the meadow. From the path she was just a mound of color and softness mixed with the many textures of the landscape around her. But for Dan, every line of her form was already committed to memory and would leap to mind with the slightest provocation. How many afternoons had he lain next to her, touching her with his eyes. Satisfying himself with the most gentle of kisses while devouring her with his mind and eyes. How many nights had he stared late into the night, stared and stared at the ceiling of his room. Stared until his hand moved-seemingly of its own volition-across his chest, over with the covers, down with his shorts and oh so madly, up and down, down and up, up and down. The thick foreskin spread slickly back. The swollen head of his substantial prick seemed about to burst. His head rolled back and forth across the pillow while his sperm-filled balls flipped up and down in time with the mutted cries of, "Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe...." As he stood by the edge of the road, staring across the open field that separated him from the object of his passion, his hand instinctively reached the row of buttons that held back his straining meat. In a moment he was free of the encumbering material and kneeling in the grass, pounding his turgid prick, almost pulling Phoebe toward him by sheer dint of will. He -edged closer and closer to her. He circled the sleeping form until he was only a few hidden feet from her. He slipped from his shorts the better to negotiate the gorilla maneuvers of his lust, while never missing a beat of his hand.
In his passion, his cries grew stronger. She stirred. The afternoon clouds grew more frequent and their cool drew Phoebe from her dreams. Dan's passion-his stored desire from countless nights of solitary acts, his numberless afternoons of touching and cooing and caressing but never holding and pounding and driving as every inch of his being wanted to do-this passion grew out of control until he stood erect not three feet from his innocent Phoebe. The crash of his movements and the pounding of his hand and breath woke Phoebe. She turned, half-awake, toward the sounds and saw her own beloved Dan, her confidant and soul-mate, standing as she had never seen him before. His face to was twisted with the agony of ecstasy. He was near the limit of endurance, on the edge of explosion.
Phoebe could not believe that the last moments she was to spend with the garden and sweetheart of her most cherished dreams would include such a hideous scene. As she comprehended the who and the what of the scenario before her, she blurted out in disbelief, "Dan? Dan Shannon! I can't believe...."
As her moist cherry lips parted in rebuke and incredulousness, Dan's eyes could not part from the pink pastel of Phoebe's nipples. In her shock she had totally forgotten that she was naked to the waist. Her bosom flashed in the heat of her anger, her face began to register the details of what she was seeing. She had seen men undress before but never a man so young and with a cock so long and thick and red as the creature she saw before her. "My God!"
And as her mouth opened wide to shout out her horror, Dan's thighs tightened, his pelvis buckled forward and his balls pulled tight beneath his rock-hard prick.
"Ahhhhhhhh," he screamed and he ejaculated viscous streamers, great lines of come, sailing through the air and splattering hard and wet and hot on Phoebe's face and breasts and golden hair.
"What are you doing?" Phoebe screamed. Now she was wide awake and totally indignant. She was revolted. The smell of his male juices, the taste of the thick alkaline fluid in rrer mouth, the feeling of his come splattering on her face and breasts-this was more than she could bear. She rose to run for the house, to get out of the sight of this loathsome creature she thought she had known. To get away from this horrible scene that had abruptly shattered a summer of beautiful memories. As she stood she suddenly realized she was naked and she reached for her blouse that' lay on the ground. For an instant her breasts hung beneath her and her firmly rounded buttocks protruded irresistibly. Her hand stretched out for the blouse that lay only a pace from her feet.
Dan knew that he would never see Phoebe after these few moments. After wanting her, cherishing her for day and nights on end, his love for her would be lost in the sallow memory of too much good gone bad. But in that instant, with memories jangling in his head, breasts dangling before his eyes and the overwhelming knowledge that after this there would be nothing, he moved. He vaulted the distance between Phoebe and himself, and he brought her crashing down into the grass with the momentum of his leap.
"Dan...." screamed Phoebe, "what on earth, let me go...."
But he did not let her go. She struggled beneath him but the feeling of her hot young body twisting and turning, her flesh against his, both of them mixing in the slime of his come, these feelings overwhelmed him. He pushed her onto her back and braced himself above her, pinning her arms to the ground with his knees. She whined and pleaded, she shouted for help but Dan would not be moved. He kneeled over her letting his pendulous balls drag over her nipples, pushing his still turgid prick deep between her full breasts, rubbing her skin, massaging the deep sensors that announce their delight to the innermost centers of passion.
She was appalled at his insensitive aggressiveness, and she twisted and struggled beneath him, staring in horror at the monstrous prick that rubbed mercilessly over her naked breasts. Every place he put his bulbous cock-head, wherever the slit of his prick slid, it left a snail's trail of richly glistening come.
Phoebe seemed to pass from heated to hot. Without realizing it she soon found herself twisting to meet the pushing and rubbing that Dan forced on her.
His young cock swelled into rock-hard rigidity once again with the contact of her softly pounding chest. He reached down and lewdly massaged his turgid cock while kneeling not four inches from her face. She cursed him as best a school girl can, she damned him, she spat at him but everything that she tried from her pinned position seemed to excite him more. And then he began to come again. He poured out his hot steamy semen and Phoebe again began her desperate dance to escape ... But as Dan looked down, he saw the angel face of his Phoebe. She turned and writhed as his hot sperm rained down on her face, trying desperately to escape the streams. Her hair was matted with his sperm, and her breasts were red from the heated abuse he had forced on her. She lay back exhausted and he fell forward, curled around her head, his deflating prick lying on her cheek. When he caught his breath enough to raise his head, he looked down and saw that Phoebe's jeans were stained wide around the crotch, soaked with the affluence of her ordeal. She was drenched with her own juices.
Without a word, without a single syllable of apology, he rose, dressed, and he looked into her eyes once more. Then they walked their separate ways home. In their silence they knew summer was over and somehow, they were glad.
When Phoebe got home, she slipped up to her room unseen. There she found the luggage her mother had promised her. She would leave just after dawn.
CHAPTER TWO
Poor Phoebe! How she ached the next morning. Her arm fell across her breasts never reaching the alarm. Oh how she ached. It would be difficult to keep her mother from discovering the events of yesterday afternoon. But there was no sense in encouraging madness. What had happened, happened and it would do no good to disturb the world about it. Anyway, nothing really happened.
Today would begin as almost everyday had begun but before it was over Phoebe would be out on her own. An adult, albeit a little inexperienced, but a young woman looking for a new life.
She rose from her bed and dressed in minutes. Downstairs her mother had dutifully prepared breakfast amid all the apprehensions of any mother about to say goodbye to her last home-bound offspring. Phoebe's sister had moved to Hollywood nearly five years ago and was still busily following the career that would take her to far off lands and keep her there for months on end. Phoebe was to be the guest of her newly established brother-in-law, Sal Bruno. A handsome, if pictures can be trusted, swarthy type. But, if Alice was happy ... well, what could a mother say?
Phoebe brought her bag with her as she came downstairs. Actually her bag was little more than a knapsack designed to flip over the shoulders and leave the hands free for the thousand things that a young traveler has to do.
"Mornin', Momma" chimed Phoebe as she entered the kitchen.
"Morning, sweetheart. You really were out to the world last night!"
"I was?" querried Phoebe.
"Indeed you were, I went up to see you tucked in and'you never so much as stirred an inch ... and me worrying if you would be able to sleep the night before your big adventure...."
"I guess yesterday sort of took the edge off my excitement...."
"Why do you say that darling?" Her mother noted a tone of anger in her voice...."Why, what happened yesterday?"
"Nothing really, I just had a sort of bad time with Dan...."
"Well," confided her mother, "sometimes when a girl leaves her boyfriend, the poor guy is very hard put to understand that its not something wrong with him that's making her go...."
"Yeah, well Dan wasn't that unselfish ... seems like he just went crazy. But anyway, that's over ... and if I don't get a move on my whole trip is gonna be over before it starts! My bus leaves in twenty minutes!"
Phoebe finished her milk and left her toast untouched. Her mother started to chide her for not finishing her meal but realized that from now on, Phoebe would have to decide what was right and what was wrong for herself. Phoebe was growing up.
Up and out. Phoebe stood up to strap on her knapsack, her fresh young breasts jutting forward with seductive enthusiam. Even her mother noticed that somehow Phoebe seemed fuller, more robust than she had before.
The two women pulled out of the driveway and turned down Prudence Lane. Phoebe's mind was fixed on what was to come but still she swung around in her seat for just a-moment. As she looked back at the house and the garden she wondered when she would see them again. And when she did see them again, could anyone guess what her eyes might see between now and then?
The bus driver was just loading the last of the baggage when the Abbott women arrived. A few people had come down all the way from Quebec but the majority of the passengers would not get on until White River Junction. For now the bus was essentially empty with just a few Canadian Indians and some Montpelier college kids sprinkled through the high-back seats.
Phoebe had always resisted goodbyes. Her mother was sloppy about them and inevitably ended up crying. This would be no different but at least they were the last to board and had only a very few seconds. Phoebe's mom looked deep into her eyes when Phoebe finally turned to kiss her.
"Now no crying, Mom. I'm just going away for the summer."
"To you it's just a summer ... for me, well ... I'll be fine. I won't like it but I'll be fine. Meanwhile, you be as good as you can and have a wonderful time!"
"I will, Momma, and-Momma-thanks for the vacation. You have no idea how important it's been just knowing that I had something this wonderful and special to look forward to...."
Hermione Abbott looked away as the bus revved its engine and shifted gears. As it started forward she followed it with her eyes right down to the bend where the willows and the covered bridge cut it and her waving child from sight. Then she wiped a tear or two from her eyes and straightened her composure with a dose of New England resolution. The summer was short. Phoebe would be back before she knew it ... but the rest of the world was so unlike her beloved, safe Green Mountains. Phoebe had never really known the world ... Still, she had to grow up and nothing could make that easier or harder, slower or faster than the personal, intimate, unknowable clock that ticked inside Phoebe's, and each individual's, breast.
The bus swayed from side to side as it meandered slowly down the New England hillsides. Phoebe lay back against the soft cushions of her seat watching the spring greenery pass by her window. Her mind wandered again over the events of the preceding day. She gently touched the faded rosettes that Dan's hot sperm had left on her face and throat. He was disgusting. But somehow, as her mind toyed with the memories as a child toys with a beetle on a cold and rainy day, partially with revulsion and partially with fascination, somehow there was something ... but no. It was impossible to find even fleeting interest. Certainly not in something so ugly and ... her mind drifted back to the road.
The bus was now only a few minutes from the major intersection of White River Junction. At a crossroads just on the edge of town they passed a huge Mack truck parked along the restway. Phoebe could only see the driver vaguely as he exited from the men's room. His lanky frame reminded her for a second of men she had known as father, friend, school chum. The same long, drawn out look and pace. The same Old English, sometimes with a touch of Irish, pale but virile outer shell. Were all men in her life always to be blond? What a curious question to ask herself, she was hardly out of the county that she had been born in and already bizarre thoughts, strange comparisons were cropping up in her mind.
The bus pulled over at the gas station that served as bus depot in most small New England towns. Everyone got off while some kind of mechanical work was being done on the bus. Phoebe hadn't the slightest interest in the bus other than as a means to get her to Boston where her flight to Los Angeles would dovetail neatly with her arrival. She had taken pains to discover the shortest and most economical route to Logan Airport from the bus stop in Beantown. She would arrive at five-thirty in the afternoon and her flight left at eight-seventeen. No problem.
She returned to the bus after buying a magazine and some Life Savers at the refreshment stand. There was a crowd of people standing next to the bus driver when she got back, but there was no bus. Then, as she looked again she noticed that the bus had been pulled around the corner to the mechanic's workshop.
As Phoebe approached the crowd the bus driver was asking for quiet so he could make an announcement. "Sorry, folks, but the mechanic here-this is Joe Preston everybody," Joe Preston nodded almost apologetically for his part in what was to be announced. "Anyway, Joe here tested the brake lines as a matter of routine precaution and he tells me that there's a leak in the line or the well, he can't tell just yet...."
One of the passengers piped up. "What does that mean for us? Will it take very long to fix?"
"That I just can't tell you ... not yet anyway. In any case it's gonna be at least a couple of hours checking it out so you folks better make yourselves at home. There's a diner right behind you and a couple of bookstores and souvenir shops for those of you who aren't natives ... Be sure to check back here from time to time so that you don't get left."
The grumble of disappointment was unanimous. Everyone had plans it seemed and everyone would be inconvenienced by the delay but to Phoebe it was much more of a crisis. She had to be in Boston, she had to catch her flight. Her first trip. Her perfectly coordinated plans. Suddenly all the little girl in her came out. For an instant it seemed that she would cry, then looking down the highway a bit she saw one of the Indians being given a ride by a local pickup truck. Why not? She flipped her sack into place and headed toward the road.
No one noticed or if they did no one indicated to Phoebe that a seventeen-year-old girl might find safer ways to travel than hitchhiking alone across the New England afternoon. No one indicated either that there were faster ways to travel than standing next to a virtually untraveled highway at nearly three in the afternoon.
The longer Phoebe stood, the longer she reconsidered her decision. Minutes seemed like hours. Twice she headed back to the bus depot but she knew that she had not seen the bus pass her and if it did come her way, if the repairs were made before she got a ride, well she would simply wave it down.
She waited. Fifteen minutes. Twenty. The heat began to go out of the June sun. Just as Phoebe was vacillating toward her "wouldn't I really rather be sipping a Coke in the diner" argument, a Mack truck pulled around the bend. The driver was the same one whom she had seen half an hour before when her bus was pulling into town. Apparently the driver had stopped in town and had heard the news about the bus breakdown because he pulled over with hardly an instant's hesitation.
Phoebe noticed for the first time that Mack trucks are enormous. The vehicle loomed ten feet above her head as the driver leaned over and pushed the door-open for her.
"Well, git on in," he said good-naturedly.
Phoebe was awed. She was also perplexed as to how one did get in! The steps looked more like a ladder than anything else. With one arm thrown free of her knapsack she reached up to the railing and stretched her five-foot-six frame to its utmost. Her breasts brushed against the seat of the truck and she climbed in. The surprises had just begun however.
Inside the cab of the truck everything was out of proportion. The road seemed miles below them. The cab was a full six-feet wide if not more and the seats were big enough to hold two normal-size people. Behind the seats there was a storage compartment, certainly as big as any car trunk and above that there was a full six-foot bunk bed.
"Wow," said Phoebe, "this is more like a train than a bus."
"Oh. You never been in a big diesel before, huh?"
"Never. I never even thought about one in all my seventeen years, let alone thought that I might end up in one. You see, the bus to Boston...."
"Yeah," agreed the driver, "I was talking to the guys down at the garage. They said that it looks like they're gonna have to check out the entire brake line. That's gonna take quite a while."
"Well, then I guess my idea was a good one...."
"You mean catching a lift?"
"Yes. I never imagined that I'd end up with so many complications just to get to Boston."
With a moment stolen from the road, the driver glanced more carefully at his young passenger. She was quite beautiful. Still a child, but hadn't she just said that she was seventeen. That was not a child, not legally at least.
"Why you in such a hurry to get to Boston?" he continued.
"Well," explained Phoebe, "I'm on my way to visit my brother-in-law in Hollywood and my plane takes off from Boston."
"Well," the driver imitated, "I sure hope your plane's not in any hurry to get off the ground because you're gonna be a while getting to Boston."
The driver went on to explain that Phoebe had picked a difficult weekend to get from her home to the Hub. As he spoke he shifted gears knowingly with the absence of mind that accompanies years of intimacy with another entity, be it person or machine. He shifted gears up and down as the road indicated but never considered the act. It was perfectly natural for him to reach across the distance, halfway to Phoebe. To take the great knob of the gearshift rod in his oversized hands and to pull it forward or backwards, left or right with strength and solid certainty. He knew how to please the machine and he enjoyed doing it. It was good to him to feel the surging response of the hundreds of horses that he nearly straddled.
"1 sure hope there's not another delay. My plane leaves at eight-seventeen." Phoebe said pulling the ticket from her knapsack to validate her concern.
"Sorry, honey, but I'm afraid that's one plane you're never gonna see."
"Oh no! What do you mean ... I mean, we're only a few hours from Boston and you're going straight there aren't you," she looked at him pleadingly noticing for the first time that his shirt was open halfway down his chest.
"Sure, I'm going straight through but we're gonna miss that eight o'clock thing by more than an hour. You see, little miss," he shifted his seat and pulled the leg of his pants down the better to accommodate himself, "the spring waters pick up a lot of momentum down here and every spring we get about ten bridges between White River and Boston that the highway department writes off as unsafe for big trucks like this...."
"Well, let me off. I'll get there in a regular car!"
"Now that sounds like a good idea, but it's getting late and there aren't too many travelers in these parts after dark...."
Phoebe was truly perplexed. Her face was a montage of confusion and disappointment.
"Now don't look so grim," comforted the driver, "let me see that ticket for a minute...."
Phoebe handed it over to him with a shrug of futility.
"You got no problem, little lady. This ticket must have had your troubles in mind when it was written out."
Phoebe perked up immediately, "What do you....
Handing the ticket back to her, he continued, "Well look there at the bottom line of the first page. See that connection in New York?"
"Yeah."
"Look what time it says, you see it?"
"Yeah. It says my plane leaves New York at three-forty-seven in the morning. Why, what difference does that make if I don't get to Boston in time to catch my plane. Momma checked out the schedules and there aren't any other connections between Boston and New York tonight. That's why I had to have such a long layover."
The driver lifted his eyebrows at the use of the word. Apparently the girl was a little more worldly than he had originally estimated.
"Well, that's still all right."
"How is it all right if I'm gonna miss my plane," Phoebe was growing exasperated with the driver's failure to understand her situation.
"What's your name anyway," she asked. "I'm tired of calling you 'driver'."
"My name's Clem, Clem Hall, and the reason it's all right is that you're not gonna miss your plane. We'll make Boston around nine and from there it's an easy four hours to New York. I'll drop you off at La Guardia before two."
Phoebe leaped up in her seat. "Would you really, I mean can you ... you wouldn't have to go too far out of your way?"
"Nope. As a matter-of-fact, I gotta load that 1 gotta drop in Long Island City and that's just a hop, skip and a jump from where you need to be."
"Wow, mister ... I mean Clem, that's really nice of you. I don't know how I can thank you...."
"Just helping out is plenty thanks, and since we're gonna be cab-mates, so to speak, what's your name?"
"Why, it's written right there, right across your chest."
Phoebe felt a strange warmth enter her body as he reached across the cab and pulled the shoulder of her sweatshirt up the better to read the logo that stretched across her high full bosom.
The sun had set and Clem turned the cab lights on. The windows went up automatically and soft music filled the cab. Phoebe leaned back and rested her head against the soft cushion that Clem had taken down from the bunk bed for her. At last she was on her way. She settled comfortably into the security of the cab and the man.
CHAPTER THREE
About nine-thirty that evening the truck rolled into a truck stop just outside Farmingham, Mass. Phoebe awoke from her nap, sleepier than when she first lay back. She was hungry. In a moment however Clem had slipped from the cab, into the diner and returned with two juicy hamburgers, loads of french fries and several cans of beer.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Starved," she said sitting up.
The two pulled the fold-out table from the storage compartment and set the table for their pilgrim's dinner. Clem was careful to drink very little of the beer, his motivation was two-edged: he was a compulsive safety freak and he knew that a seventeen-year-old girl probably had little experience with the brew.
"You like Bud?"
For fear of seeming uninitiated, Phoebe nodded a yes that indicated her appreciation of beer was well considered and that she had a number of alternatives to compare her current experience with. "It's my favorite," she said, punctuating her comment with a long swig.
For a while the beer and burger ran neck and neck. She drank and ate, ate and drank with no apparent effect from the alcohol. Soon however the burger stopped at Phoebe's stomach while the beer went, with little hesitation, straight to her head.
Dinner was over quickly and Clem slipped out again to pick up some coffee. Phoebe declined the offer but fished the Thermos "out of the lunch carrier so that Clem could get a supply to carry him through the night. By the time Clem got back to the truck, Phoebe was already beginning to regress from giddy to sleepy. She had been up for what seemed like an eternity and would probably be up most of the rest of the night.
"Listen, kid," Clem added as he entered the warmth of the cab, "how about you waking up long enough to jump up on the bunk."
Phoebe started to protest but she realized that she was exhausted and that a few hours of real sleep would probably brighten up her day's flying.
"Sure, Clem," she said as he helped her slip into the small compartment that stretched the breadth of the cab just behind the head-rests of the seats.
The warmth, beer, fatigue and rhythm of the truck soon lulled Phoebe into the deepest sleep she could remember. She seemed to slip into a pool of warmth and caresses. She loosened her brassiere and the top button of her jeans ... she did it unobtrusively, hoping that Clem would not notice. But she did want to be comfortable.
She fell deeper into her sleep and dreamed that she. was home, in her room with the afternoon breeze playing the sheets across the bed-touching her gently, lifting and flapping like tiny love pats across her belly and thighs.
Clem watched her as she slept. The scent of her outdoors clothes mixed with the moments of perspiration from her long hard day. She was a combination of woman and animal, of child and kitten. Her face took on an angelically innocent semblance and her breathing slowed into a trance-like rhythm.
Clem drove for several hours. The New England hills gave way to marshlands. Phoebe breathed deeper and deeper into her dreams. Periodically she would move in response to some secretly semiconscious cue. Her hips were less than a foot from his chin, now grown rough with the day's whisker growth. Clem poured himself another cup of coffee, using one hand while the other tended the needs of the mechanical beast that was rushing them south to Phoebe's destination. He adjusted the inside mirror so that he could watch Phoebe in her sleep. Her leg brushed the back of his head. His head instinctively nuzzled back. When she rolled over in his direction he could see that the top button of her jeans had been unsnapped.
"Well, the likable little minx," he mumbled to himself. "I wonder where she picked up little hints like that?"
The tiny golden hairs of her belly gained in definition as they approached the second button of her jeans. Her sweatshirt had ridden up slightly so that the first feminine fold of her stomach was added to his inviting little landscape.
Clem shifted in his seat to accommodate the volume of his quickly enlarging cock. His body automatically closed down less critical circulatory circuits and directed as much energy and blood as could be spared to the growing need between his legs. His cock grew thicker and harder. He placed the coffee cup in the holder on the dashboard and loosened his fly buttons. Only the base of his burgeoning cock was visible as he opened his pants. The bulk of his throbbing penis lay stretched out, plastered against his hard thigh that was its only rival in weight and strength.
Clem lifted himself from the seat briefly and tugged his huge prick free of the clothes restraining it. Even his massive hands could contain only a portion of the massive cock that was revealed. His heavy balls made a full nest at the base of the monster upended. He pulled back on his cock-shaft until the slick underskin of his foreskin lay shining like a crown beneath the swollen glans, the mushroom-shaped head of his meat. As he stared at Phoebe in the mirror, round viscous drops of lubricant oozed from the slit in his dick and heightened the glow of cock and fantasy. He stared fixedly at the second button of Phoebe's jeans.
In her dreams Phoebe's dog, Ruff, entered her bedroom and hopped up on the bed. She turned to hug him. He nuzzled her belly and dropped down heavily beside her, pressing himself against her. She rolled a little to the left to give him room. It was wonderful with his warmth, his prodding little nose. She smiled.
Clem saw the roadsign that announced the approach of a roadside rest area. He checked his watch and knew that the trip was well above an hour ahead of schedule. They were virtually to New York. Phoebe's plane would be no problem. His erect prick however was something of a problem. Even after several minutes of being ignored while watches and timetables took precedence, it stood like a pulsing monument to long nights unfulfilled. It's rich chestnut color shifted to crimson around the lines of pressure and to azure along its veins. Clem pulled into the rest area, decelerating as gradually as he could, the better to leave sleeping Phoebe undisturbed.
He pulled the silver trailer along a remote stretch of the rest area. He softened the lights in the cab and took one of the remaining beers from the cooler. Phoebe's knee brushed the back of his head. He smiled.
The cold beer went down with a squeak. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned his full attention to Phoebe. Very slowly he shifted his position so that he could face her. His turgid cock jutted up from between his legs, lifting and nodding. The foreskin had slipped forward again and only the tip of his cock-head could be seen beneath the muted crown. He finished the beer with a chug and tucked the can into the trash while never moving his eyes from Phoebe's stomach. Then he slowly pulled his meat into full erection. He passed his great log of a dick from his right hand to his left. His fingers were sticky with the drippings. With his freed right hand he gently brushed a line of fascination along the center of Phoebe's stomach. She stirred, she curled around the attention-her dream-dog firmly against her.
Clem pressed her stomach with the broad warmth of the back of his hand. He slowly fingered the buttons of her jeans, unpopping them while disturbing her sleep as little as possible. With the buttons undone to the edge of her pubic hair, the same golden down grown brighter and bolder ... he pushed her blouse up, up to the bottom of her brassiere. It was loose. Strange little minx. Clem's finger slipped under the cup and pressed into her flesh searching for the nipple. He flipped it, circled it, finally exposed it by lifting the brassiere and sweatshirt. He reached down to his cock and scooped off a large clear drop of his fluid. To that he added an ample supply of equally viscous saliva. He rubbed the concoction on her exposed nipple, which raised itself in response.
Phoebe began to stir. She shifted one way and then another seeking a deeper spot in her dreams. Ruff was sticking his quick little tongue and his woofing little nose everywhere.
Clem leaned over and placed his lips around the nipple. His prick grew harder. He moved his hand up and down on it more quickly but not too quickly. He grasped the edge of Phoebe's jeans and pulled softly as she shifted her weight. Her pants began to slip lower. Now Clem's mouth wandered down from the darkening nipple and his beard nudged the underside of her white round breast. The trail of saliva that was initiated at the top of her breast stretched down to her diaphragm. Her pants slipped down, down to her hips. Her golden mons pushed forward gently, her sweet young cunt pink, lavender and gunmetal blue lifted and opened slightly. Clem placed his hand between her legs. He pushed gently, encouraging her to spread herself. One thick finger began its slow journey down from the swirling golden hair of her pussy.
Phoebe smiled in her sleep. "Ruff ... Ruff ... naah, be goo...." Her voice trailed off into sleep but her knees buckled slightly. She opened a little more. A thick sweet drop appeared where her coral-hued lips met.
Clem's lips were moving now. He unsnapped his belt buckle and lifted his heavy balls into a more comfortable position. They swayed and pulsed with a steady rhythm. His lips crisscrossed her belly. The smell of her heat began to rise from her cunt. His tongue played along the northern reaches of the forest of silk that protected her where her skin was too tender to tolerate the touch of everyday cares. He pressed a kiss to her pelvis below.
Now his tongue began to swell with anticipation. His thick index finger moved up from its investigations and strayed the full length of her nakedly exposed pussy. He stirred the puffy lips and covered his extended finger with her succulent honey. He lifted his finger from her cunt to his mouth. He pushed his thick finger deep into his mouth, savoring the delicious scent and taste. Then his finger moved back to her moistly heated pussy. Back to the pool of softness. With his lips and tongue, he spread the tight luscious flesh of her cunt and, with his tongue extended to its full width and strength, he licked deep and long and hard. He sucked. She moaned. Her eyes tightening in her pleasure, and she lifted and pushed, spreading herself into his drinking mouth.
Clem's hand pressed her straining stomach. His gripping hand pounded his prick with solid squeezing strokes. Then he licked deeper and wider, pressing his mouth against her quivering cunt firmly to offset her efforts to free herself ... to wriggle away from his devouring mouth.
Phoebe still lingered in the disorientation of being caught between two dreams. She was not at home. This was not Ruffs gentle lickings. This was no place she had ever seen. The ceiling of the cab slammed her forehead as she tried to sit up. She was pressed back on her side. Clem lifted her. Her mind was spinning from the beer, the heat, the man licking her soft flesh. He licked her below her cunt ... above her cunt ... her cunt ... Oh God she screamed as his hand raised her left leg and he wallowed his way deeper into her. She was buckling. She began to feel a strange lingering, tingling sensation that began at her nipples. An electric sensation that linked her three little erections and made her mouth water as she looked down the bunk at this form that was licking, nipping, tonguing her every place it could reach.
There below on the seat Clem was massaging his enormous prick; she had seen nothing comparable, nothing even in range of it's size. His turgid cock slapped hard against the upholstery; he grabbed his balls and pulled them down to his asshole. As the skin tightened at the base of his prick, his cock-head seem to expand almost to bursting.
She reached out unconsciously, groping for his cock. She was lost in her confusion but knew that this monstrous rod of flesh held greater wonder, greater attraction still. As she reached, Clem slapped her hand away and shoved her back, holding her two breasts with the ditch-digger span of his immense hand. The pressure of his hand on her breasts and the abruptness of his move threw her back into deeper reverie; her hips began to shiver. She quivered and bucked. She pushed and pumped. She stretched herself open to his long tongue. The honey of her cunt poured out over her thighs, over his face and over the bunk. She came again and again and again. Clem massaged his cock within the enormity of his own fist. His balls tightened against his crotch and he too pumped and pumped-shooting gobs of heavy white sperm high into the air, splatting himself and the seat and the bunk. Each jerk sending his face deeper into her exploding muff.
He lay there breathless. She lay in confusion and the humid aftermath of their fluids. She began to cry softly as he cleaned the bunk, lifted her back into her jeans and started the truck. They drove off the turnpike and on to La Guardia without a word. Phoebe sat far to her side of the truck rubbing her forehead from time to time where she had hit if against the ceiling of the cab.
When they arrived at the airport, Clem reached across the cab to open the door for her.
"The ladies' room has a place to clean up," he said gently.
The young blonde-haired girl nodded and slipped out of the cab. She pulled her knapsack with her. The effort of walking after so many hours left her feeling exhausted but the cool morning air revived her quickly. As she approached the terminal she heard the truck engine start up behind her. She started to turn, not quite sure just why but just then she heard her flight announcement coming from the flight terminal. She was just in time.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, you certainly look bright and fresh for so late an hour and so young a girl," greated the stewardess as Phoebe boarded the. plane. "I'm Debra Home, your flight hostess and-excuse me honey," she said as she pulled Phoebe aside for a moment to let a man in uniform pass, "and this is our Captain-Captain Frank Young."
The captain nodded a greeting and passed through to the cabin. The stewardess checked Phoebe's ticket without commenting on the fact that the ticket for her Boston-New York leg had not been used. Phoebe entered the plane and selected a seat for her flight to Hollywood. At last, despite all the events of the evening she would get there. From now on it was just the flight and her brother-in-law. That was certain. There would be no unforseen hitchhiking. No unknown truckdrivers ... really, she must have been crazy to hitch a ride with a stranger. But she did feel all right. He hadn't hurt her, except for the bump on her head but even then she had come away with the feeling that he was a gentle man. Certainly an aggressive man, but essentially a gentle, giving person.
As she settled into her seat by the window her memories flashed on the time she had spent cleaning up in the ladies' room. She had virtually bathed herself in the sink. She felt perfectly fresh but her efforts had been out of a desire to be fresh and clean for the next leg of her trip. She had not done it with any sense of revulsion. Of course she was horribly embarrassed that her body had responded in any way at all to the attack-yes, she had to call it an attack even though she had been asleep and had not really offered any resistance. But then it was truly embarrassing. That is, to Phoebe it was as though someone else had taken over her body. Or maybe better, that her body had taken itself over. All that pumping and flowing ... that was truly alien to everything that Phoebe knew about herself. She was trim, and prim and proper. And she didn't mind being that way. Creatures that gave in willingly to their bodies, who became little more than nerve endings waiting for just any random touch-those were the creatures that Phoebe pitied. That was what she would never be!
She lay back so that she could see the terminal as the plane began to taxi toward it's take-off position. The stewardess' voice came over the loudspeaker and announced the crew, including the attractive captain.
Good to be around nice people again, she thought. But then most people were nice. If a few were possessed from time to time by feelings they were unable to control well, it was up to the rest of us to forgive them ... Phoebe drifted into sleep.
"Coffee, tea, soda?"
Phoebe awoke to the soft voice of Stewardess Home.
"Some Coke, please," responded Phoebe. As she looked around the plane she noticed that there were very few passengers on board. Apparently she was going to spend most of her journey on a half-empty vehicle. When the hostess returned to Phoebe she sat next to her for a while, there really was very little else for her to do, and they chatted as though they had been friends for years. Debra Home was only a few years older than Phoebe but her
travels had given her many interesting experiences to share. They talked of Kansas City, where the flight would take on fuel and passengers, of Hollywood where Debra had seen movie stars and even dated a few though she would not say who.
The journey to Kansas City went uneventfully but as they neared the Meat Capital of the nation, the weather began to worsen. There had been some turbulence near Western Pennyslvania but that had let up until now. Now there were reports of high winds and possibly severe thunder showers.
When the plane put down for refueling Captain Young announced that the passengers were to proceed to a special waiting area and to enjoy a full breakfast at the company's expense. There would be some delay before taking off.
Phoebe was concerned that the delay would cause her brother-in-law to wait for her in Los Angeles but Debra helped her place a call to his number in Los Angeles (also courtesy of the company) to tell him of the delay. Unfortunately he was not in but his service assured Phoebe that he always called in around eight in the morning and that he was most un-likely to head out to the airport without checking the ETA in any case.
Just As Phoebe and Debra were finishing an elaborate breakfast of French toast and steak, Captain Young's voice came over the public address system informing the passengers that the delay would now be overnight-a full 24 hours-due to high winds and possible tornadoes. The passengers were to enjoy themselves, rooms were being assigned for the duration of the layover, but were asked not to wander too far from the terminal in that flight plans might be revised if the weather changed.
"Damn it," said Phoebe. "I may never get to Hollywood at this rate!" Debra comforted her, smoothing her blonde hair gently.
"It's not so bad," she said, "if you just take things spontaneously and bear in mind that your vacation has already started then it's sort of nice."
"It's nice to spend my vacation in an airport hotel in Kansas City?" Phoebe would not be convinced.
"Come on," said Debra," I know this joint like the back of my hand. I'll show you a good time if it kills us both...."
The girls started their adventure by settling into their room. Debra had arranged it that they room together. Despite the fact that Phoebe had only been traveling a day, it felt more like a week. She showered and changed her clothes. As she was straightening her blonde hair, Debra showered.
Phoebe noticed that Debra was very open about everything she did. When she talked, she talked frankly. When she showered, she showered with the door open and continued the conversation without the slightest inhibition. All the better, thought Phoebe. Girls were always so shy about their bodies-even with each other. It was good to see someone who was totally unabashed.
Debra came out of the bathroom as soon as she had dried off. Her olive skin was flawless, her five-foot-four body was lithe and flat. Only her two pendulous breasts and her two rounded buttocks protruded from the clean lines of her frame. She slipped into panties and pulled down the bedcovers. Because the weather had grounded a number of flights, the girls had had to take a room with a single king-size bed. Debra stretched out in her panties and began rummaging through her purse for something.
"You lose something?" asked Phoebe.
"No, just thought that a hard night's work might be softened by Miss Mary Jane...." Debra winked. From her purse she drew a tiny home-rolled cigarette and lit it.
Phoebe knew exactly what it was and was unbothered. If anything she thought it would be nice to help them relax after so many events, so many changes. Debra motioned her over to the bed and the girls shared the joint in silence. Phoebe remembered the theme she had done for her high school health class. She chuckled to herself as she remembered the prudish tolerance that her teachers and classmates had shown. And them, sitting there without the first first-hand information about the stuff. She had smoked it before. By herself, just to find out. And while it was certainly not a necessity of life, it was sort of relaxing. She had never done it, though, with anyone else. She had got the joint from one of Dan's friends but she had never let him know. It would have ruined the scientific feeling she had about her experiment.
It was different now however. She was grown up. She was on her own. If she chose to smoke or not to smoke it was totally up to her. And, she was not in her mother's house. If there were anything illegal about it only she would be accountable.
She passed the joint back to Debra who was passing into a state of quiet contentment. Phoebe fluffed up the pillow and leaned back.
"Hey, kid," Debra said playfully, "if you're gonna stretch out you'd better get out of that fancy dress ... it's already been pressed twice-once by your mom and once by that suitcase of a. backpack you carry. It doesn't need a third opinion about where the creases go."
The girls laughed and Phoebe hopped up to slip out of her rather frilly dress. Debra leaned over and helped by unzipping her.
Relaxed and comfortable, Phoebe stretched out next to the older girl. They talked of home, of dreams, of Phoebe's ideas of a career. Debra's description of her own work, of being an airline hostess, sounded exciting but a little lonely. The idea of traveling from city to city was great but the idea of spending each night in a strange place, with no real friends, sounded lonely and sad.
As they sank into dreams, Debra lit another joint and poured some of the complementary wine that the captain had sent to Debra's room. He was always doing out of his way to do things for Debra. Though Debra didn't elaborate on her relationship with Frank, she referred to him as one would to an old friend. To someone who knew a great deal about one's personal life but who felt no need to infringe on it except to embellish it from time to time with an unexpected pleasantry ... such as the wine.
The girls toasted Phoebe's vacation and sipped the wine. Phoebe spilled some down her breast as she began to laugh at one of Debra's never-ending jokes. Debra reached over with the service towel and helped her dry off. They rolled over on their bellies while Phoebe grappled with the snaps of her brassiere, trying to free herself from the wine dampness. Debra helped her ... and they chatted like old school chums.
Outside, the morning light had given way to the storm clouds that had grounded them ... The wind picked up and soon it was evident that they were in a storm, a violent summer storm that could change day into night. The girls were gratified that the weather reports had kept them safely on the ground. Debra began telling stories of her experiences in bad weather, when there was. another clap of thunder that sent the two shivering into each other's arms.
"My God," said Phoebe "that sounded like it was under the bed." They rolled back to their own sides of the bed and Debra got up to open the curtains, the better to see the storm.
As Debra headed back to bed, there was a firm knock on the door. Phoebe automatically reached for her blouse that was on top of the clothes that she had taken off.
"Never mind that," said Debra, "it's probably just Frank checking to see that we got the wine-room service here in Kansas City sometimes thinks that a wine order is intended for the help...."
She went to the door and, indeed, it was Frank.
The dark figure at the door asked if the wine had been delivered and if they were enjoying themselves. Debra's giggles assured him that everything was just great and that they might join him for dinner later if he wanted. Frank made some comment about that being a good idea if they weren't too tired and the two of them chuckled over what seemed a private joke.
Phoebe helped herself to another glass of wine. She couldn't remember ever feeling this good. The storm was exciting, Debra was a great first friend and this Frank person seemed like delicious icing on the cake. If the day had started out as a bust, it was doing much better now.
Debra closed the door and returned to the bed. Both the girls were getting a little sleepy from the grass and wine and they decided that it would be better to check out the area around dinner time. They could both use a nap right now. They lay back in the storm-darkened room watching the lightning and rain. Soon, they snuggled together and drew the top sheet over themselves.
Several hours later Phoebe awoke to the soft rocking of the bed. She rolled over quietly to see what was happening without revealing that she was awake. In the semidarkness she could see that Debra lay next to her, her right hand gently slipping in and out of her cunt, twirling her clitoris with the juices from deep within her. Her left hand pushed her left breast up to her mouth and the two parts of Debra's body were lost in mutual pleasure.
Phoebe watched open-mouthed for several minutes and then felt herself quite unavoidably duplicating Debra's position. Her own cunt felt fresh and only slightly moist. Her breast was fuller but less pendulous so she could only reach it with the tip of her tongue. As she seduced herself, she began to whine softly from her frustration: her finger wouldn't spin her clitoris quickly enough, her cunt was not rich enough, not wet enough, she could hardly reach her nipple. Just then she felt another pair of lips on her right breast, another hand touching hers inside her cunt. She gave in to the warmth and wetness, allowing herself to be touched, but she refused to acknowledge what was going on even to herself. Soon however the lips had moved down her body from her breast to her cunt and were kissing her all around her hungering slit.
As Debra licked and kissed, she brought her own body head-to-foot next to Phoebe, Phoebe turned away and stared at the ceiling. She began to give in to the hand and mouth. She looked over at the cunt next to her face. She looked at the living, yearning flesh that was spreading and dripping in response to the fingers that twisted it into a thousand forms she had never seen before. Her own body began to get that tingling sensation that she had felt with Clem. As her attention caught on the scene taking place not a foot from her eyes, a hand came from nowhere and lifted Debra's leg, her left leg, high into the air. At almost the same instant another hand grabbed the back of her neck and slowly inched her forward toward Debra's cunt.
Phoebe was suddenly aware that there was yet another figure in the room. Someone behind her and above her. Someone who had been watching and someone who was now moving her face toward another woman's cunt. But she was not horrified. She could only think of the strength of that hand, and of the flesh in front of her that was crying to be touched, to be licked, to be sucked.
As Phoebe's head was pressed between Debra's legs her mouth opened to greet the yearning pussy in front of her. Simultaneously a mouth covered her left breast and a thick finger played around Debra's tongue deep inside her cunt.
The room swirled into an endless sensation of pleasure. The girls were lost in each other, pulling apart only long enough to find a new spot, a new sensation. Gradually, as positions changed and lightning flashed Phoebe became aware that it was none other than Frank Young in the room with them. He stood over the bed, leaning down and indulging in cunt or breasts or mouths that were left unattended for any prolonged period of time. He added to but did not compete with the coupling of the women. They came and came on each other, in each other, by each other. From time to time they would feel the rain fall of his orgasms as he massaged his rigid cock in the air above them or rubbed it along their buttocks and breasts until he came.
* * *
The afternoon wore on in an orgy of visions and sensations. Frank left at some point but neither Phoebe nor Debra noticed. They fell deep into sleep after bathing in each other's come.
Around nine that evening the storm broke and soon afterwards the phone rang. Debra answered. Crew scheduling called to alert her that they would depart around midnight. She rose, bathed and dressed. Before leaving the room she set the alarm for ten-thirty for Phoebe and left a note:
"Phoebe, Thank you for a stormy afternoon. I've taken the privilege of changing your flight to another airline that is also leaving just after midnight ... just thought you might be more comfortable. Frank and I will be heading home after touching down in L.A. Have a good summer....
Debra"
When the alarm went off, Phoebe awoke with a start. She washed up and dressed. Then as she was beginning to wonder what she was doing in the room, and if indeed there had been a flight or a storm or a Debra ... she saw the note.
Without a word, she packed and descended to the departure area. She found her ticket with all adjustments already taken care of. With the ticket were two roses.
As she passed the end of the ticket counter, she dropped the roses in a trash container and continued without a backward glance to her gate.
CHAPTER FIVE
Phoebe was immensely glad to see Sal's face looking for her when she disembarked in Los Angeles. The events of the preceding two days had left her emotionally spent and frankly, rather confused. She deplored the bestiality of the events, the feeling of having been used and abused. She felt empty and angry. It was as though she had gone out into the world seeking expansion and learning and nearly everyone she had met had seen her almost instantly as an object of desire, an object to be used and forgotten.
Sal was family. While they hardly knew each other-he and her sister had been married on the West Coast and had visited New England only once in the intervening five years-he was still kin. Kin was safe. Kin would help you, not use you. With kin you could relax.
"Well, little sister," he said as he approached her, "you sure had one hell of a time getting here!"
She was glad his language was relaxed and that he might call her "Little sister" but he would not treat her like a child.
"You could say that," she responded. "I seem to have met with every conceivable delay...." His mind played back over the words and even uninitiated Phoebe thought that her mind must be expressing something. The coincidence of vocabulary was too frequent.
"I'm tired and very much want to see the inside of something more than ten-feet wide. I feel like I've been traveling for weeks!"
Sal took her hand and led her through the maze of corridors to the luggage area. There they retrieved her knapsack and made their way through the parking lot to his car. The Cadillac was new. Sal was doing well, though Phoebe had little real knowledge of what he did for a living. As they drove toward home, life seemed brighter. Sal was lively and clever. His conversation was filled with fun observations about the people around him, about Los Angeles, Hollywood, about himself too.
They drove up the driveway of a comfortable house in West Hollywood where, Sal explained, he and Alice had been living for several years. Another car was in the driveway. Sal explained that it was just a second car and that he sometimes took it to work when he felt that the job might damage the Caddy, like going into rough country of the desert. Unfortunately the old thing was always breaking down and he might have to have her come and fetch him sometime. He was planning to leave the Cadillac for her to use during her visit.
Phoebe was thrilled. From the pits to this: a comfortable house in a stylish area, a huge beautiful car to use and an understanding and attractive friend. Everything had changed.
The first several weeks went wonderfully. Sal was always entertaining. There were always several attractive men in the house and each of them had the same fascinating New York accent and the same dark attractiveness that Sal had.
Phoebe visited the studios during the day, she saw game shows and learned her way to a beautiful beach that Sal introduced her to. She had met a few people who frequented the same beach but essentially her life was solitary in the daytime and filled with Sal and his friends in the evening.
Often Phoebe would fix dinner if it were just the two of them. Their evenings were intimate, shared only from time to time with Phoebe's mother and sister who would call to say hello and check on their welfare and with the close group of friends that Sal treated almost like brothers.
In mid-June Sal asked Phoebe if she had ever been to the desert. She reminded him that she'd never been west of the Green Mountains before this summer. Apparently one of his friends had a house deep in the desert and wouldn't be using it for several weeks, perhaps a month. He wondered if she might find such an excursion interesting despite the considerable heat.
Phoebe was fascinated. The desert! Cactus and vultures and miles of sand dunes! Of course she'd love it. Sal was pleased to see her so happy about the idea. They left their plans and took in a local movie. Sal would look into the specifics the next day.
Several days passed before final plans could be made. Sal's friend wanted to make sure that everything in the desert cabin was in order before sending them into such forbidding country. Sal also had a few loose ends to tie up before heading away. Phoebe took charge of the packing and acted very much the wife and travel agent. She checked out travel instructions for the general area. For some reason Sal couldn't tell her exactly where the cabin was located.
The morning they were to leave Sal arranged to have Phoebe meet him around eleven o'clock at a gas station in East Los Angeles. The rendezvous seemed a little peculiar to Phoebe but Sal explained that since he had business to take care of before leaving and since she had to pack the car, he would take advantage of their time out of town and leave the old car at a friend's garage for some repairs.
As Phoebe drove up to the gas station in a very remote part of town, there was no one in sight. In a few minutes however, Sal drove up in the old Ford and was out the door before the engine had come to a full halt. From the rear he pulled a large suitcase and threw it into the trunk of the Caddy. Phoebe's head was spinning with the speed of his actions.
"Sal," she exclaimed. "You act like we're going to a fire, not a deserted cabin...."
He ignored her, pulling off his sport coat and throwing it in the garbage container next to the door of the garage.
"Hey, that coat's almost brand new!" Phoebe was totally confused.
Sal jumped in the front seat of the Cadillac pushing Phoebe to the passenger side. He shoved her so hard that she was half-leaning and half-sitting when the Caddy screeched out of the station.
As Phoebe looked behind her she saw a huge semi pull up and one man jump out to open the door at the rear of the truck. As Sal and Phoebe rounded the corner Phoebe could just make out the tail-end of the Ford as it was disappearing into the semi.
Stunned, she turned to Sal. He looked like a totally different man. All the cool and serenity was gone. He was driving fast and thinking faster. As they turned onto the freeway and headed to the desert he slowed to a decidedly less attention-drawing pace.
Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Phoebe was scared. Suddenly she realized that Sal was not scared, that he was in full control of his senses and that what had just happened must have been neatly planned. The car, the meeting, the semi, the suitcase....
"Da you want to tell me what's going on?" said Phoebe. "Or, is it just what it looks like?"
Sal glanced at Phoebe.
"It's just what it looks like, kid. But the less you know, the better."
They drove along for nearly an hour before Sal turned on the radio. The report of a downtown heist of an armoured truck was the news line of the moment. Three men had halted the truck on a busy L.A. street, tear-gassed the driver and guards through the air vents and had forced the door with nitroglycerin. The get-away was clean. Each of the robbers had spun off in separate directions and apparently had left no trace of the cars used for the get-away despite an almost instant dragnet by the police. The m.o. however coincided with a series of similar hold-ups .and the police were hoping to round up the robbers despite their clean get-away.
Sal turned the radio off. He was edgy. Phoebe was terrified. They drove for several hours in silence. When they finally arrived at the cabin, she was exhausted. She headed for the sofa but Sal told her that the kitchen was fully stocked and that there would be others arriving soon. They would all be hungry. The young blonde complained that she was too upset to eat. Sal slapped her across the face and told her to cook. If she wanted to eat, that was up to' her, but she would cook and would cook now! Crying, Phoebe made her way into the kitchen.
Around eight that evening, two of the men Phoebe had known as Sal's "friends" in Los Angeles arrived. About a half-hour later one more man whom she had never seen before showed up. The last guy went into one of the bedrooms with Sal and then left about fifteen minutes after he arrived. When he left he took the suitcase with him.
The three men sat at dinner eating and talking as though the day had been perfectly normal. Phoebe tried to eat but couldn't. She thought of getting away from them, kin or no kin, and it was then she realized that the keys to both cars were in the pockets of their owners. She checked the house thoroughly, there was no phone. There were no other houses for at least forty minutes drive across scorching wilderness. The kitchen was jammed with food and there was a gun case in the living room that was outfitted with enough firearms to supply the Foreign Legion. Apparently they were here to stay.
Around eleven that night when the kitchen was clean and the men were getting tired, Sal told Phoebe that she would be sleeping in the maid's room-a room with ample ventilation but with no windows. She washed and went in. The door locked behind her. Without undressing, she lay down and cried herself to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
The morning sky was cloudless. Phoebe had been awakened to fix breakfast. The three men were sunning themselves and going about the pool that lay behind the house, cleaning and fixing it for a swim later in the afternoon. Phoebe watched them from the kitchen as she finished the dishes.
When she came out on the terrace, Sal called her to the edge of the pool and told her that he was sorry for having to treat her in such a rough way but that it was imperative that she understand that their relationship was not what it used to be. She must do exactly what he said, when he said it. There would be no hesitation, no questioning. Each of them had a job to do while the heat from the police subsided and it was important that he not have to worry about her doing hers. If she relaxed and just accepted things for what they were, she could have a great time.
Phoebe was unmoved. She could only think of her beautiful room in the quiet house on Prudence Lane. She realized however that protesting would do little good so she nodded and headed back to the house. As she passed the other two men, men she knew as Ray Garbo and Dino Larenzo, she noticed that they were slightly younger than Sal. All three were handsome, if loathsome for what they had tricked her into. All three were dark, lean and-she couldn't help noticing-from the way their shorts were filled out, well, they were men.
Phoebe was too blonde to stand the heat of the desert noon. Her Vermont gold amounted to little more than pallor here in the desert. She was nearly white compared to the dark Mediterranean men. She watched them from under the cool of the awning that stretched out from the house onto the patio. They arranged the mats and chairs neatly around the pool.
Ray finished sweeping the bottom of the pool with the water vacuum and put the equipment back in the pool shed. Then he walked to the lawn chair next to the table with the umbrella and sat down to check his foot. Phoebe was almost exactly across from him. As he lifted his leg the better to inspect the toe he had jammed while working, his cock slipped out of his swim short. It was long, and soft and thick. The foreskin came together beyond the head and it lay there tan and inviting. Phoebe forced herself to turn away but a moment too slowly. From across the pool she heard:
"See something you like, Phoebe?"
She continued to walk toward the house. The other two men looked up just as Ray put his leg down and pulled his limp cock a full seven inches below the edge of his swim shorts. He waved it at her lewdly as she disappeared into the house. Dino and Sal joined Ray's laughter and told him he'd better put it away before he got a burn. Phoebe blushed and felt humiliated; she could have kicked herself for ever noticing....
She fixed lunch without having to be told. She realized that the less contact she had with the men, the less she was in their attention, the better off she'd be. After all, they were three robust men in the middle of the desert and she was little more than a child, and a woman with no recourse outside of her own wits.
After lunch the men went out to the pool to discuss their plans concerning the police and the next heist. When they were through with their discussion they went their separate ways. Dino and Ray left in the car they had brought with them. It was evident that they would not be gone long, perhaps until sundown. There were connections that had to be kept open but Sal wanted at least three men at the house just in case any of the hoods who might know their whereabouts got smart ideas about picking up a little easy bread. Sal didn't think the cops "would get around to discovering the cabin until they were all cleared.
When Sal came back in the house Phoebe looked at him questioningly.
"What's wrong with you now?" he barked. "Oh, you got the same look on your face you had when Ray's dick came at you across the pool."
Phoebe turned away with embarrassment. That wasn't at all what was on her mind. She had allowed herself to think that Sal might relent when the two of them were alone again. She hoped that he might drop her off at the closest point of civilization if she promised not to say a word about them or where they were. She had been foolish. Obviously Sal had no intention of doing any such thing. Worse still, now he felt she was responding to their being alone. How could he imagine that she felt anything other than apprehension?
When she turned toward Sal again, to explain her feelings, he stood in front of her with his burgeoning prick in his hand. Her mouth dropped open with surprise.
"That's right, Phoebe, nice and open...."
She began to back away from him. He stood just where he was but he unsnapped the top of his swim shorts and let them drop to the floor. There he stood, stark naked. He was deep brown except where his shorts protected him from the sun. There he was lighter with coal black hair. Only his dick was something of a light tan. When he let it go, the knob-like head dropped down below where the tan commenced on his thighs. It fell with a weighty spring. As it reached the bottom of its fall it gathered weight and rigidity. It began to nod upwards, staring Phoebe straight in the face.
His body was tight. His arms bulged with full biceps and triceps. He could make her do anything he wanted to ... and now he wanted to. His balls were heavy with unspent sperm. He walked toward her.
"Listen, Sal....not me. Think of Alice...."
He broke out with a sharp guffaw. "Alice?" he said, "Why, that little whore. I've seen her go down on five men in a night and me the first and the last...."
Phoebe could not believe her ears. Her eyes however could be believed. Sal was walking toward her, he was complete naked, they were alone and he had a roaring erection. She began to plead as he grabbed her blonde hair and shoved her to her knees. He straddled her with his great balls swinging above her upturned face. He held his dick in his hand and pulled the foreskin back to reveal his shining purple cock-head.
She turned her face away but he slapped her hard with the back of his hand. She wouldn't have to be told twice. He stared directly into her eyes and began rubbing the spongy head of his turgid cock across her lips, her eyes, her nose. She thought she would die of shame. "Open your mouth," he said.
"Oh, Sal, please ... I can't it's too big...."
"Open your fucking mouth, cunt." He slapped her with his rock-hard cock.
Phoebe tried to scramble away. Sal kicked her buttocks savagely with his bare foot and snatched her back again by the hair. He reached down and pulled her up by the front of her brassiere, straining her back. She was panic-stricken. Her eyes were ablaze with fear and revulsion. The smell of the pasty white smegma of Sal's foreskin caused her to go into a spasm of dry wretching.
"Go ahead and vomit, you precious little momma's girl. Go ahead! But wipe your fucking mouth 'cause you're gonna suck this killer dick as soon as you're through."
Phoebe wretched again but did not vomit. The obnoxious smell drew closer and closer. Sal seemed to take pleasure in making her appreciate every revolting detail of his menacing prick. The base was full, so full that his hand would hardly fit around it when he slammed the heavy outer skin back to its farthest extremity. The staff of his rigid cock narrowed only slightly as it reached the head, it narrowed in easy graceful lines designed to split open whatever it made its way into. Phoebe feared it would choke her if he were to shove it deep into her throat. As the lines drew together in a slight constriction just below the head, they only further emphasized the enormous volume of the head. From Phoebe's perspective, the head of his prick looked as big as a cat's head. The purple corona stretched with the hydraulic pressure within. The mouth of that angry-looking cock-head exceeded Phoebe's nostrils in both height and breadth. Sal pulled the glans back on each side the better to open its blind mouth, letting a drop of clear lubricant ooze with agonizing slowness toward her waiting face.
He pushed her mouth open with his thumb, then he pulled her head against the base of his prick and slowly guided it up the length of the staff. Slowly, up and around. Slowly, underneath and down to his balls....
"Lick it, you cunt. Lick it. Wet it all over. Let it know how much you love it. Lick it and think of it pushing up your cunt. Lick it ... make it wet ... it'll go down a lot easier if you juice it up...."
Phoebe's eyes rolled with the words "go down a lot easier". He was going to shove it down her throat. He was going to make her take the whole monster of a dick into her unwilling mouth even if it would kill her!
She had to escape. He saw the panic regenerating in her eyes and he slammed her roughly over onto her back. Then he placed one knee on each arm, almost breaking them. He slapped her with his turgid dick and laughed at her desperation. Then he rose to his knees and swung his heavy sperm-filled balls over her face.
"Now love these big balls up. That's a girl. Stick that little tongue out and give these big balls a nice long lick."
Phoebe knew better than to disobey. She extended her tongue. She touched his balls. At least the heavy balls were smooth. At least she didn't have to be afraid that he would shove them down her throat and break her neck. She licked them again.
"Now, now, now....That's a lot better. That's my little Alice's sister. Now the whore in you is coming out. Keep it up, lick those balls. Suck them into your little mouth and roll 'em around."
He saw a glint in her eye. A fleeting illusion of mischief. He pulled his balls away from her face, he pulled back and slapped her left and right.
"God damn you, you son-of-a-bitching little cunt. Don't even think of hurting those balls. Uncle Sal is very fond of them and if you so much as hurt a hair on them I swear I'll break your little neck and then leave you in the desert sun to die ... Now you be a good little girl and eat my balls before I get around to shoving my asshole in your face."
The very idea was devastating. Phoebe was certain that she was dealing with a mad man. No matter who he had been before yesterday, today he was a man totally out of his senses, a man with no concept of honor or dignity. A man who would kill her if she did not please him. She knew that her survival depended on pleasing the bizarre longings of this creature. She would have to give in. She would have to shut down her mind, her whole body and give in. But she could not. She buckled with fear. He slammed her back into position and dangled his rock-hard cock in front of her fearful eyes.
"Now you're gonna eat it," he said simply. "Open those lips before 1 bloody them."
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She felt the soft foreskin being rubbed back and forth across her lips. It was soft and moist and warm. As he pulled the long foreskin back the strung-taut, texture of the bulbous head of his prick filled the tiny space between her lips.
"Wet your lips baby. Wet your lips."
Her tongue went out and moistened her lips. As she did it, she could not help touching his prick-head that hung only millimeters above her mouth. Her tongue reported a slickly hot exciting texture-a feeling that she had never felt before. Only then did she realize, that she had never touched a man's organ. Never in her life had she felt the spongy teasing hardness of the head of a dick. Never in her life had she felt the heat contained within its hardness. Never the extraordinary velvetiness of the skin. She had no idea that men could be so soft. Even their lips were not so smooth or soft as the object that she now found herself licking with more interest than horror.
Sal looked down at her face, with her eyes closed tight. The pain and revulsion were slowly going out of her expression. The hardened lines of stress and terror softened. Her tongue was moving out now without his specific direction. Just a little guidance from furtive fold to sensitive secret ... just a few words to make it better.
The head of his prick was shining with Phoebe's saliva. She was working her mouth to gather more. He suddenly spat on his dick. She jumped from the surprise of his spittle smacking his cock-head that she was so gently licking, but quickly she realized that his viscous saliva would join with hers and lubricate the monster she was now feeling respond. Its hardness was not an absolute. It would give, it would compress if pressure were applied in just the right way. One could not compel it but one could work around its long inalterable hardness and take advantage of its desire to be pleased.
Sal lifted himself from his sitting position and, the improved angle allowed him to slip the entire knob-like head of his prick just inside Phoebe's mouth. In anticipation of her inexperience he willed his erection to go down just a little ... he allowed his prick to soften and diminish in size so that she would not be overwhelmed initially.
She took it into her mouth. She pressed behind the thick head with her soft lips. Then she was lost, she had no idea what to do....
"Use your tongue," instructed Sal almost gently, "and go all around my prick. Just keep it nice and wet ... go around and around."
She did as she was told. Her tongue darted back and forth beneath his cock-head where the fascinating lines of foreskin and glans met. She rode up one side of the sharp edge of the flared head and over the top. She dipped back into the well of saliva deep within her mouth and returned to the tip. She felt it with her tongue. Her tongue pressed its softness, encouraged its response. She slipped her tongue to the base of the head and felt the tiny folds of the withdrawn foreskin. She circled them too.
Sal was beginning to get off on her amateurish attempts at cocksucking. She had the right idea but her lips were like feathers. She. understood the concept but not the application.
"Press it hard with the flat of your tongue. Make it feel good. You know it's happy when you get a response like this." He flexed his erection and his dick lurched up within her mouth, growing even bigger.
She was frightened by the increased size but fascinated by his control. She pressed with lips in place, allowing her teeth to touch the tender underside of his meat.
"No teeth you stupid klutz! If I feel another fuckin' tooth you'll swallow the whole set! Now suck it."
With this he began thrusting his throbbing prick deeper into her mouth.
"Just keep wetting it. Just keep your lips nice and loose around it. Lick it when its going in and then work it while its coming out."
Phoebe was getting the idea. She gagged as his enormous cock-head rammed against her palate but she recovered quickly. She was terrified of displeasing him. She learned quickly to direction the monster within the confines of her mouth but there were moments when even an experienced cocksucker would have had difficulty in surviving the size and weight of Sal's powerful Coke-bottle of a dick. Even with four inches of his meat deep within Phoebe's mouth there was room for him to place his full hand around what remained outside her lips and jerk the skin slowly, complementing her efforts.
Gradually he shoved more and more of his massive cock into her mouth. He allowed it to get hard slowly deep within her so that they had to change position again to better accommodate it. Soon Phoebe was in front of him. She half-kneeled, half-lay with him squarely in front of her. Fortunately his enormous cock curved slightly I down allowing her to avoid too much contact with the gag centers and to direct it down the back of her throat, down into the muscular portion.
She was getting the hang of it.
He was getting hot. He pulled his throbbing prick from her hot mouth and involuntarily she leaned forward in pursuit of it.
"Easy baby," he said seeing her hard put to give it up so abruptly. "There's lots more ... just turn over and learn a little about how those balls like to be worked."
She obediently rolled onto her back and awaited instructions.
"Wet 'em. Reach up there and wet those luscious balls."
She lifted herself against the weight of his balls and licked and licked, feeling their weight and size, being amazed at the smoothness of the skin, at the sparseness of the hairs. Their sponginess was different from his dick's. They were solid and hard. They did not give but would slip away if she tried to capture one with her mouth.
"Suck the skin in first. Suck that ol! sac and then pull the ball in. But remember if you hurt that little lover you're a goner."
At first she did not understand. Then with a little experimentation she found that she could direct the inside of the ball with only a little suction here or there. She could pop the ball into her mouth or force it out with only the slightest movement. He responded. She was beginning to understand the parameters of ball-licking.
"Now take them both in...."
She reached for one and popped it into her mouth. Then, with no idea where it might fit-they too were totally out of her concept of human proportion, the size of goose eggs-the second ball slipped into her mouth. She could move nothing. There was no room. Gradually however she found that her tongue would fit around them ... They would shift squishily from one place to another within his scrotum. As she sucked his balls there on the living room floor, he began to massage his massive cock-shaft.
"Hold on to 'em baby....That's it. No teeth, no pull ... just a steady downward pressure." She was doing fine.
With every pull on his dick she could feel his balls rising and falling in her mouth. She could feel them getting tighter and looser. Finally she began to pull back gently and was amazed that they got lower and lower. The sac stretched with no apparent pain. In fact, Sal seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. He pumped his enormous prick faster and harder.
"Suck 'em cunt ... Suck those beautiful balls."
And she did. She sucked and pulled, she reached for them but he again slammed her arms away. He wanted lips. Just her lips and her long, searching tongue.
Then as Phoebe felt she would no longer have to die to please him, just as she was beginning to feel that all was not horror and disgust, he pulled his balls from her mouth. He was pounding the shaft of his turgid cock furiously. Everything about his prick that she had noted before was changed. It was hard. Hard with no sponginess. It was huge, huge with no chance of her handling it. He was hot, hot with no possibility of being dissuaded from his goal.
He reared above her, stretching to his full kneeling height. He pounded his pulsing prick inches above her face. She watched with amazement at the energy of his efforts. He reeled forward and back. He almost stood up as his tightening thighs pulled him, circled his hips, convulsed him forward and back.
He reached down to Phoebe's neck.
"Oh my God," she thought, "he's gonna kill me." And as she opened her mouth to scream, he lifted her neck, swung his hips back and shoved his throbbing erection down her throat. She spasmed into a hard arch. He back-lifted from the floor and her head twisted back and forth in an effort to escape. She could not. His rock-hard prick was so deep within her throat that she could only twist around it like a pig on a spit. Her eyes bulged with the suffocation of having her throat totally blocked by the full length of his massive cock that filled her to her limit. His prick stretched her throat and suddenly jerked spasmically within her mouth and pumped gushes of his thick, white-hot sperm down her gullet. She reached into the air, groping for anything to save her. Her muffled screams only opened her throat more and Sal used every move on her part as an excuse to sadistically shove his prick deeper into her.
He came for what seemed an eternity. She thought she had truly seen the last of her days on earth. His viscous semen exploded so violently in her mouth that it poured out from between her clasping lips.
When he was finally finished, sticky white drops still oozed out of his prick as he withdrew it from her ravaged face. She was covered with his warm sperm and her salty tears. He squeezed one last drop of semen to the tip of his deflating cock and rubbed it on her lips. She began to cry softly and rolled over and held on to his leg, and she pressed her head against it. Then gently she lifted his heavy, nearly flaccid prick in her hand and held it next to her cheek. She rubbed it against her face and then lifted it to her mouth giving it a long tug as she did. As the last sticky drop appeared Phoebe kissed the end of his monstrous dick and stole the drop from its foreskin nest. She kissed his prick again and then lay her head down on the floor and silently cried.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Dino and Ray returned it was just after dark. The house was quiet. Phoebe was nowhere to be seen and Sal was asleep in his room with the door open. The two young men made their way into the kitchen and found leftovers from the preceding day's supper. As they sat down at the table in the kitchen, Phoebe came in from the patio. She was wearing a heavy sweater against the night's chill.
Phoebe's eyes were still a little red around the edges from her bout with Sal that afternoon. She rubbed her neck and was still sore from the abuse she had taken.
The men watched her without comment. She said not a word. Phoebe fixed herself some tea and went into the living room. She wanted to be alone but it was too cold outside and the night sounds of the desert frightened her more than the men inside the cabin. She was uncertain of the conclusion of the afternoon's scenario. She could remember everything up to the time that Sal slammed his erect penis into her throat. Then everything went blank. The next thing she could actively remember was picking herself up from the living room floor with no one else around. The chill of the evening had awakened her and she felt sore all over. She had bathed and dressed in totally different clothes. She wanted to make that part of the afternoon disappear from her memory. Better not to think of it she told herself. She didn't know how she could ever face Sal again. And if she ever lived to have the chance, how on earth she could face her sister or her mother knowing what she did about Sal and Alice--if what Sal had said was true.
Sal came out of the bedroom and crossed into the kitchen.
"Hi Phoebe," he said casually, "the guys back?"
Phoebe nodded affirmation but did not look in Ms direction. Once he was in the kitchen however she came closer to the door and listened to their conversation. Apparently their hideaway was not as secure as they had thought. Sources that Dino and Ray had contacted had informed them that the cops were rounding up a number of their associates and while there was no immediate danger, the owner of the cabin had also been contacted for questioning. Things were moving fast.
While the men were deciding whether to stay put or to split, Phoebe racked her brain trying to think of a way to get word out to someone for help. She knew that things would only get worse for her as the men grew more restive with their enforced confinement. Phoebe moved away from the kitchen door just as the three men rose from the table and came back into the living room. Dino and Ray picked up on Phoebe's hostility toward Sal as they entered the room.
"Hey ... what you guys been up to?" smiled Dino.
"Looks like something's gone down while we were away ... ," said Ray. "What happened? You get too hot looking at my dick this afternoon? Huh Miss Phoebe? Did Sal here have to give you a little something to calm you down....?"
The three laughed boisterously.
"I've had my fun, you guys ... so I'm calling it a night," said Sal.
Ray and Dino looked at each other and smiled. Phoebe headed for her room and closed the door. The door would not lock from the inside so she braced a chair against it and lay down on her bed. The sounds outside quieted as Sal went into his room. From what she could tell, Dino and Ray had begun playing cards and had the radio on softly.
Later she heard one of them enter the kitchen and apparently ask the other if he too wanted a beer. It was hard to tell which voice was which with the door closed. Boredom and loneliness soon got to Phoebe however and around nine o'clock she went out into the living room to watch them play. They were in good spirits and welcomed her like a sister.
Soon Phoebe was convinced that while Sal was dangerously mad, Dino and Ray were essentially good people with a very bad occupation. The two switched the card game so that everyone could play. They began a game of Five Card Stud. Phoebe had recovered to a degree from the afternoon and now with the camaraderie of the two younger men, she allowed herself to relax with a beer.
She felt much better. It no longer seemed that she was at odds with the entire world. She had friends.
Both the men were gentle with her. Both seemed to be aware of the trials she had been through and both seemed much more compassionate without Sal around. Dino however seemed distant. Almost as though he had a secret about which he wasn't very pleased. Once when Phoebe got up from the card table to bring more beer for herself and her friends, as she was coming back into the room she heard what she thought was a half-angry half-joking remark from Dino to Ray. She thought she heard him make some comment about Ray owning a two headed coin. But, half tipsy as she was and in such good spirits, she simply put the words out of her mind. Still, for a moment it puzzled her. What would the two of them be flipping coins over at this hour of the evening?
She returned with the beer and as they finished it, they also finished their last round of poker. Phoebe left the table with a fond good night and went to bed. She knew she was safe with Sal asleep, so she did not make the effort to block the door.
Shortly after she entered her room she heard the door to the men's bedroom close. Just as she was allowing herself to drift into sleep she heard someone tapping lightly at her door. She sat up in bed and pulled the covers tightly around her.
"Who is it?" she asked in a stage whisper.
"It's me, Ray ... Can I come in, Phoebe?"
"What do you want," she said in considerable apprehension. Though, frankly, she knew that if he meant any harm he could have simply forced his way into the room. The door wasn't locked.
"I just want to talk to you for a minute. Please, Phoebe, it's important."
He sounded so sincere and so like a lost little boy that she could not resist. "O.K. come in but just for a minute," she said.
Phoebe turned on the night light as he entered the room. He was wearing only his boxer shorts, so apparently he was telling the truth. Apparently he had just decided to tell her whatever it was at the last minute.
"Well," she said directly, "what is it that's so important?"
"I wanted to talk to you while the other guys were asleep. This afternoon, Dino and I found out that the cops may be a lot closer than we'd thought."
"Yeah, I know," said Phoebe.
Ray looked at her with considerable surprise.
"I was listening outside the kitchen when you guys were talking," she explained.
"Well anyway," he went on, "it looks like we may have to make a run for it. But Sal doesn't want to move before we have to ... he thinks we're a lot safer here unless they get a direct lead."
"How will you know? I mean, it's kind of dumb just sitting out here waiting for them to show up, isn't it?"
"I think so, too. But Sal has a point. If they don't know anything, then the best we can do is to stick. If they start to move, well, we've got some connections in the station that could give us enough time to be in Brazil, if we wanted to."
"So what's the problem?" asked Phoebe.
"You. You're the problem. Sal wants to keep you in case we need a hostage. You know, in case something fucks up and we have to make a hot run for it."
Phoebe looked at him with eyes that indicated her lack of understanding of his motivation for telling her this.
"Yeah, yeah ... I know what you're thinking," he said. "Why am I telling you this? I'm telling you because I think it's crummy. I was all for having you come along to help out with the house and liven things up but if the cops come down heavy, I don't think it's fair to have you ducking bullets."
Phoebe was touched but not totally convinced. "So?" she said.
"So I thought I might help you escape...."
Phoebe was beside herself with excitement. Escape! The idea had slipped from her mind soon after she had taken stock of her situation in the middle of the desert with no telephone, no car, no possible way of escape.
"You mean you'd help me? That would be pretty dangerous wouldn't it? I mean, Sal would really get mad, wouldn't he?"
"You're damn right. I'd probably have to split too. But I thought I'd wait and decide about that later, when I know just what kind of hassle Dino and Sal would be in. I couldn't leave them out in the heat, so to speak."
"So what do we do?" asked Phoebe.
"It's more what do you do," smiled Ray.
Phoebe was unsure of what Ray meant but she didn't like the smile. "Well, what do / do?"
"It seems to me if I'm gonna go way out of my way and risk getting into a lot of trouble for you that you could do a little something for me...." Ray seemed almost shy.
Phoebe suddenly understood. "But Ray, I've never done that with anyone. Not anyone."
Ray looked up. "That's not what Sal says...." What about what happened yesterday?"
"He made me do it, Ray. Sal forced me. I'm still sore, and besides ... we didn't do It."
Ray seemed even more pleased. "Well, I could make you do it too but that's not the way I like it. I like it nice and easy. You know, kind of like you really liked me."
Phoebe quickly understood what he was saying. She could either let Ray have his way-he wanted to fuck her, to take her virginity-or, he would make her do it and would not help her escape. She had little choice.
Ray saw the realization in her eyes and began to stretch out on the bed. Phoebe moved away from him. She stared at the wall. "Oh God," she thought to herself, "and for a minute I thought he was my friend. My brother. No one is any good ... no one!" She started to sniffle.
"Hey," said Ray, "none of that. It's gotta be like we're sweethearts or the deal's off. That's the way I like it. You gotta tell me you like it."
Phoebe was cold as ice. She suddenly hated Ray.
She could tolerate being forced physically. At least she could cry out. She could fight. But to be made to lie there and feign enjoyment. That was like a treason to her own body. She could never get words of affection out if she were with a man she loathed. Indeed, she wondered if she would ever be able to think of a man in affectionate terms now that she had been so abused. She shook her head in disbelief at what was happening to her.
Ray's hands began to stroke her arms. She felt him close up against her. He began to pull the covers down to their feet. She was wearing only her panties and her brassiere. He unsnapped the brassiere and moved his hand to her stomach. His finger slipped under the elastic of her panties and began to lower them. Her brassiere slipped off her shoulders.
Phoebe started to protest but remembered the deal that she had been forced into. If she were going to survive this nightmare she would have to cooperate. She had no choice!
Hopelessly, she turned to Ray. She lifted her hips so that he could slip her panties off. Then, he began to nuzzle her neck and cheek and she lay back against the pillow. He fondled her breasts and played with her belly button. She lay there cold as ice. After a few minutes, Ray leaned away from her and stopped touching her.
"What's the matter," said Phoebe.
"It's no good," said Ray. "I guess you get left to play cops and robbers with Sal and Dino."
"Why? What did I do wrong?" begged Phoebe.
"Nothin', that's what you did. That's what's wrong. If I wanted that I could get it from a whore for fifty bucks," Ray said sharply. He started to get out of bed.
"Please, Ray. Please don't leave me to them...." Phoebe was really frightened now.
Ray looked back at her and smiled. "That's better. One more try."
He stood next to the bed as Phoebe -edged her I way across and reached out hesitantly to touch his shorts. The outline of his dick appeared against the leg of the boxers and then the mushroom-shaped tip began to protrude from the bottom of the leg. He massaged the back of Phoebe's head. As he rubbed her, she moved slowly toward his prick.
"Lie on your belly," he said.
She rolled over and lay flat on her stomach with her head only inches from his crotch. He dropped his shorts with one stroke and stood there, leaner and flatter than Sal. His dick was also longer and flatter. Broad and pointed. Gradually rising with the excitement of Ray's eyes playing along her white buttocks. Her trim waistline emphasized the youth of his playmate.
As his burgeoning dick approached the perpendicular, she moved her hand around it, clasping it tightly, and then the began to massage it gently. In the back other mind she thought that if she could make him come, like she had Sal the afternoon before, maybe he would leave her alone.
His dick grew harder and heavier. His balls hung lower. They were not as huge as Sal's but his prick was proving to be much bigger. She could not believe that this enormous rigidly awesome thing could fit in her body. As she pulled the foreskin back it revealed a sharp head. A chisel of a dick that she knew she could never lock outside her dry little cunt, not if he decided to force her. But no, she had to stop thinking about resisting him. She had to make this work.
He joined her on the bed and dangled his sperm-bloated balls near her mouth. She was glad for the hideous lessons that she had had yesterday afternoon. At least she knew she could please him. She began to lick them. She licked one and then the other. He pushed her over on her back and began to suck her breasts, first one nipple, then the other. Gradually her efforts at licking his balls grew more animated. He began to circle her nipples, pulling and nipping at them. The circles grew wider and wider. He pressed his tongue deep into her softness and squeezed them up into his mouth. She took his balls in her mouth. She worked them back and forth sucking and pulling.
Ray lifted his mouth from her breasts for a minute and noticed that her legs had spread by themselves. He saw her virginal cunt open gently and close again. Her pussy lifted slightly as she reached for a deeper hold on his balls.
Slowly he lowered his face toward her moistly heated pussy. He would need lots of juice if he were going to burst through that hymen. She was young and strong and probably athletic. He would need a prick like an iron stake and all the muscle he could muster to break through her and open her to the pleasures of being pumped into deep and long.
His mouth played along the sparse golden hairs that lined the top of her vee. He slipped down between her cunt and her thighs, licking her, pulling her legs open. He lifted his balls from her mouth and moved back slightly so that his enormous rock-hard prick was staring her right in the face. She began to pull it and push it, to work it with one hand and then two. He reached behind her knees and pulled them up so that her cunt lay just below his mouth. As his throbbing dick began to slip into her mouth, as she gobbled it and twisted herself under and around it, the better to accommodate its fist-like circumference ... he put his face at the mouth of her slit and began licking and sucking her tiny clitoris. She moaned and chewed on him-not with teeth; she had been taught well. She could still remember the sting of Sal's slap. She chewed with lip-covered teeth, with hardened tongue, with pulsating throat.
He licked her clitoris, reaching over with both hands and pulling her open, dipping his tongue deep in her. He chewed the puffy lips of her tender cunt up and down and returned with each stroke to her increasingly desperate clitoris. Her nipples were fully erect now. His prick was rock hard and still growing. He pumped her face while with each stroke he moved deeper into her cunt.
In one motion, Ray lifted himself from her mouth and her cunt and turned about to face her. He plunged his honey-covered face down on her lips and held her in place with his weight. He pinned her arms with his hand and drove his tongue deep into her mouth. He could feel her hips moving beneath him, straining toward the heat of his gargantuan dick. She sucked his tongue. He licked her face with great sloppy strokes that left her soaking in his spit and her own cuntal juices. Now was the time. His eager prick could take not another moment's hesitation.
He lifted himself from her and pulled her knees up to the hook of her elbows. He slid her down in the bed and spread her as open as he could by leaning forward. She threw her head back and forth. He lifted her and sucked deep into her cunt. He mixed the juice of her pussy with all the saliva he could muster and pushed it deep within her. His nose played with her clitoris again and again.
As he lowered her slowly and deliberately, she' gasped. She knew this was it. She had no idea what to expect but she was certain that she would never live through it. He was monstrously hung. His meat was twice the thickness of her wrist. Surely he would split her open and she would die right there. But what could she do? She had no choice; she had to escape! She grabbed his knees as he held her suspended above his throbbing cock. He lowered her slowly.
The head of his turgid prick oozed the clear white fluid that boiled up from his aching balls. It dripped from him. As he looked down to be certain of his position he saw that she too was dripping. Not just wet and shining but dripping. Her pussy was pulsating open and closed, open and closed. Her firm rounded buttocks squeezed in rhythm with her pussy. Every bump and grind moved her closer to his cock. He pushed between her cunt-lips.
Phoebe gasped at the heat of his angry prick.
Ray strained his hard firm body against her softly giving flesh. He entered her. She tightened around him. God, she was hot and tight. A child cunt. A slit never plied before. Hot and wet, so wet her juices were dripping over his balls.
He pushed against her hymen. He could feel her resisting despite her own desperate desires.
"No ... no," Phoebe began to cry out against the steel that was being shoved against her flesh, that was literally tearing her apart. She could feel herself ripping open inside and more ... she was being spread, spread as though someone had placed two locked fists inside her cunt and while shoving forward relentlessly, had begun to inexorably spread those thick forearms.
"No, Ray," she cried. "Please," she gasped and pushed against him, "no, you're tearin' ... you're ripping...."
He pushed until he could go no further. Then shifting his weight slightly he pulled a pillow over her face and drew back sharply. She gasped again. As the air was streaming into her lungs, he leaned forward, pulled her legs far apart so that she could rally no muscular resistance and then he rammed his rock-hard cock savagely into her. She grabbed the pillow and pulled it against her face, screaming. He pulled his plundering cock out slightly and threw himself against her again, and again and again until his massive cock was rammed up in her all the way to his balls.
Phoebe felt that someone had shoved a telephone pole up her cunt. She could not move. She was stuck on a stake just as she had been when Sal shoved his prick down her throat. But this time she felt that she was skewered up to her heart. There was no room in her for this throbbing stud that was spreading her bones with his burning tree trunk.
He held his position until she recovered a little. Then he began to stroke her slowly, moving only slightly.
"No Ray. Please, I'm begging. Please don't move it."
But even as the words were on her lips she began to move around him. She tried to escape but he had her firmly held with his hands behind her shoulders. He moved her on his dick. He lifted her left knee and then her right until she began to circle him by herself. She felt him take longer strokes and soon she was bumping against his strokes, screwing him while he fucked deep up into her dripping cunt.
They were fucking and sweating, pumping and twisting. She would not take her hand off him. She pulled his buttocks as he drove into her, trying to get him deeper. Yet with every smack of his great hanging balls against her asshole, she would cry out in the pain of being pounded into remnants of a mature woman.
He lay his sweating hairy chest against her breasts and let his full weight down on her. The angle of his cock shifted slightly and sent her into gasps of pain and pleasure. He was spreading her up and down now, pumping so slowly, never missing a beat. Nothing could stop him.
Phoebe felt herself tightening inside. She had no idea what was happening. She felt herself tighten and tingle. She felt her breath coming faster and faster and then with unknowable pleasure she felt that all her insides were beginning to pour out ... to pour out in a flood of her juices. As she poured and poured and poured he fell heavily onto her lips and he kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep inside her welcoming mouth.
Just as Phoebe felt the flushing in her begin to subside she noticed that the tightening was spreading through her again. Each thrust from Ray would bring her closer to another orgasm. She began to buckle and writhe beneath him; she grabbed and pulled with her cunt; she milked his great dick, clasping it tightly until he began to pump with greater force and determination. He held her in her position with an iron-clad grip. He gave her room only to breathe and to arch back as hard as she could. He began to talk to her.
"That's it, you fuckin' cunt. That's it. Pump my prick. Beat those balls against your ass. Beat it baby, beat that dick off in your woman hole."
He drove himself deeper in her. He slipped his hands from her shoulders down to her cunt and spread her with his fingers. He pulled her cunt open the better to drive himself down to his boy-hard pelvis. Their bones seemed to clash. He bounced high from the bed and slammed into her.
He pounded more and more furiously, rubbing himself over her breasts, lashing his neck from one side of her face to the other. She bit and licked him wherever her pinned position would let her. She bellowed like a wounded calf as she went into yet another orgasm. Then he began to come. His dick hardened even beyond the rigidity that he had mustered to break through her virginity. It swelled thicker and longer. The head of his cock stretched from its pointed sharpness to a flared knob that beat the sides of her cunt with each slamming stroke. He pounded and pounded with his buttocks tightening, forcing him deeper into her. Then suddenly he threw back his head and began a silent scream that went on for endless minutes. He shook in a spasm of ejaculation, he shuddered with a half-second hesitation between bursting flows of hot sperm. Sperm so hot that Phoebe thought she was being scalded inside. He pumped and came, pumped and came until with one final thrust he fell on her and began a low animal moan. Phoebe could not move.
She wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles above his buttocks. Her arms reached around his neck and into his curly hair as they both passed out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ray left Phoebe's room during the night because when Sal knocked on her door to get her up to make breakfast, she was alone. When she tried to get out of bed however, she was certain that the night before had not been a dream. She was so sore she could hardly move and, as she pulled back the covers, she saw that the bed was stained with blood.
After checking herself carefully she determined that she would live, that the bleeding had been superficial and that she was not in need of a doctor. Good. The less the others knew about last night the better. But then, who was she kidding. Ray had probably already bragged the news to everyone.
As the four sat down to breakfast, there was a knock at the door. The three men looked at each other quickly. Sal headed for the door, Dino made for the gun rack where all the munitions were locked-for Phoebe's sake-and Ray began bolting windows and doors. Phoebe had to admit that they had themselves together.
Phoebe was ignored during the call-to-arms. In a minute however the all-clear had gone out and the man who had joined them briefly on the day of their arrival walked into the room. Phoebe was dismissed to the kitchen while the four men continued their discussion.
From what Phoebe could tell, Ray's fears about the cops finding them sooner than they had imagined were valid. Apparently the owner of the cabin had been arrested. He was a close friend of Sal's but there was no telling what pressure the authorities would bring against him, and Sal knew that he too would put his own interest above that of any other man. They decided to pull out.
When Phoebe was allowed to join them, they told her that they would be moving soon and that she was to pick out whatever she could from the food in the kitchen-just as long as it was ready to eat.
When Phoebe went back into the kitchen she noticed across the patio, behind the pool shed there was a line of dust on the horizon. Phoebe had seen enough cowboy movies to know that that meant someone was coming across open desert. She turned to head into the living room and warn Sal. Warn Sal?! Why the hell should she warn anybody? She wasn't on their side. Nothing could be better than for them to be captured at the house. At least she could duck under a table or something if the going got rough. She'd have a much better chance here than in some car careening down the highway at a hundred miles per hour with bullets flying everyplace.
She gathered the food and put it with the other things that were being accumulated for the departure. Then she went into her room and waited.
In a very few minutes another one of the house occupants saw the tell-tale sign of the approaching vehicle and everything in the house speeded up. The car was brought to the front and loaded. Phoebe jammed a chair against the door and hoped she could delay long enough, that she could cause enough hassle to make Sal leave her behind rather than fight her into the car. She did not think he would kill her in cold blood. Not that he was such a nice guy. It was only that as far as Phoebe knew there had been no murders and it was un-likely that Sal would up the stakes with the cops right at his heels.
The two cop cars that were approaching the cabin could be seen clearly from the kitchen window now. The fourth man and Dino split due north from the cabin.
Phoebe knew there would be a fight for her custody, she was the only shield in sight, so she pulled the bed and bureau to block the door. Sal knocked and started to enter.
"Hey, Phoebe, what the hell's going on? Let me in. Come on kid there's no time to waste." Sal was between panic and anger.
"Leave me alone, you bastard! You go ahead and run. Too bad I won't get to see you dragged away in handcuffs ... I hope the cops shoot you up your ass!" Phoebe began to feel the depth of her hate for Sal and his barbaric friend. She was amazed at her language.
Sal threw his weight against the door and then, realizing that there was no way to resolve this quickly and no time to invest in it, he headed with Ray, armed like mercenaries, to the car.
Phoebe heard the car start and pull out. She waited. It had been too easy. But then, truly, what could they do? They didn't have time to break the door in and they certainly knew that she would.; never go along willingly. God, what a relief. Still she listened for nearly ten minutes. Not a sound.
Phoebe pulled the furniture back from the door and slowly opened it. The house was empty. She could hear a car approaching ... no, it was two cars. She looked out the front and saw the dust from Sal's car fading in the distance. In what seemed like seconds, she could see that the cars were highway patrol ... the sheriffs department.
She stood on the doorsill, relieved that the drama was ending. She could hardly believe that her life was going to continue.
One of the police cars pulled up behind the cabin and the other in front. There were six cops in all. They jumped out with their guns in hand as Phoebe stood smiling on the porch. They ran through the house like Viet Cong storming a village. They pushed Phoebe aside when they saw she was unarmed. One of the officers took charge of her, stuffing her into the back of his patrol car.
When they were certain that no one else was in the cabin, the officer in charge called ahead to advise that all roads in the area be blocked and he and his underlings sped off to continue the chase.
Tire three remaining officers uncuffed Phoebe and took her inside to wait. They would remain at the cabin until the lab crew from the city could get there.
Phoebe did not like their tone. She tried a number of times to explain what had happened. They were uninterested.
The cops obviously had it in their minds that Phoebe was a part of the heist crew. She could understand how they might believe that since they had found her at the hideout, but how did they explain that she was alone ... that there were no firearms with her, that there was no money, no nothing. She tried to explain that Sal was her brother-in-law, that she had been forced to go with them. The cops made themselves at home and told her to tell it to the judge.
Well, she would tell it to the judge, and he would check her background and know that she was telling the truth. It seemed that simple.
The day grew longer. Several times one of the young cops tried to get information about the chase but the dispatcher would not reveal anything for fear that the police band was being monitored. They were simply told to stay put. The three officers loosened their collars and made themselves at home. They even insisted that Phoebe go back to the task of feeding them. Again, she was a servant. For God's sake, she thought, whether its cops or robbers she always ended up being their lacky.
Phoebe fed them and eventually got used to being called Miss Moll. They were convinced that she was a gangster type. So what. That would be resolved soon enough. But frankly Phoebe was getting a little worried. They had been in the cabin all day and so far there was no sign of their leaving.
Her questions were met with increasingly caustic responses. They were beginning to treat her like a social outcast. They believed nothing she said. They were interested in nothing about her. Moreover, there was an increasing sense of animalism in their presence. Phoebe had heard stories about red-necked cops, and she had never seen anyone more red-necked than these three, but she had faith in the integrity of the law. At least, she thought she did.
When night began to fall, instructions came from the station house that they were still to sit tight. They would be there all night. Phoebe felt her stomach tighten in apprehension.
Nine o'clock came and went. Eleven. Phoebe went into her room. Her clothes were thrown all over the floor from the hurried search the cops had made when they arrived. She didn't really care. She lay down on the bed and fell lightly asleep. She knew that the whole thing had to be over in the morning.
Around midnight Phoebe heard her door open. She fearfully turned her sleepy blonde head to the figure illuminated from behind and asked what was going on. There was no response. As he moved into the room, Phoebe retreated on her bed. The cop was fully dressed. Maybe there had been some word from the station, maybe the ordeal was over and she would be whisking home to Vermont before another dreadful day had passed. He continued to come toward her.
Cop or no cop ... By this time Phoebe could tell from his walk what was on his mind. To him she was mere chattel. She didn't exist as a person. He could do anything he wanted to and he would be backed up by his cop friends. How could she defend herself? She had been found all alone in the middle of the desert in the house that had served as hide-away for four grand larcenists. Who the hell would believe her story?
Well, damn it she was tired, she told herself. She was tired of being forced to suck dick and get fucked and serve as maid too. If this red-necked cop was going to try anything she would make him deal with her as a person. He may be able to force her to do what he wanted but he could not force her to like it. She would scream or cry or curse; she would do whatever she had to do to make him pay for the pleasure he would steal from her. She saw he was no better than Sal or Ray. He was a thief too. He....
Just as Phoebe began to wax indignant, just as she was on the brink of telling him to shove it, that he would have to fight her if he wanted to get his jollies ... she saw a second figure at the door. Now she was scared. Two of them, how could she fight?
As the first cop approached her without a word, he pulled his dick from his pants. He loosened his belt and stepped out of the uniform, hardly loosing pace. The second cop began undoing his belt as he came through the door and the third took his place in the chiaroscuro of the doorway.
Before Phoebe could cry out in protest she was surrounded by three hard and hairy cops who were staring at her like a prime steak. One was at the foot of the bed and one on each side. There was no escape.
Almost on cue each of the men reached over and began to pull her clothes from her back. Her blouse was torn from her with a single stroke by the red-headed cop, her jeans loosened and pulled from her body while she kicked and fought. The men at her sides ripped her brassiere and panties off so that within seconds she had passed from dressed and sleepy to totally naked and panicked. No one said a word. There was a tension in the air unlike any she had ever known." She felt totally exposed, vulnerable.
As they looked down on her, each lingered over the same vision. They saw what neither Sal, nor Ray nor Clem nor any of Phoebe's other attackers had taken time to see. They saw a beautiful body, with high, wide-set girlish breasts, a tiny, taut waist, richly maturing swelling hips, flowing milky thighs, and a delicately sculpted line as thigh flowed into calf.
Phoebe was thrown back against the head rest in her panic. Her legs were braced in either direction as though she were trying to push herself away from them and through the wall. From their positions the cops could see the soft curly hair of her pubic mound and the tender flesh of her cunt-lips. The excitement of what was inevitably going to happen triggered their erections and even sent a rush of fear and excitation through Phoebe. Three men! Three, young, horny, hard men were jerking on their dicks at her feet and she had no choice but to let them have their way ... Then something snapped in Phoebe. Something in her went from panic to cool. Suddenly she wanted them. She wanted them to do it and get it over with ... She was scared but she knew that her lushly ripened girl's body would be able to absorb each of the sadistic cops' rampant cocks. Who knows? Maybe if she hated them hard enough she might even enjoy it....?
One thing she promised herself, she would not crawl or beg. No matter what they did she would never admit that they had bested her; she would never give in to their arrogance. After all, there were worse things than being screwed, she had almost enjoyed it toward the end when Ray was pounding her gushing pussy with his rock-hard dick. Almost, that is.
In defiance she threw back her head and flared her golden curls, tousling them with her fingers. She looked at each of the cops in turn and said in her raspiest voice, "O.K. motherfuckers, who's gonna be first?"
Phoebe expected a response but never what ensued. The three descended on her with one fell swoop. Phoebe looked up and saw the animal desire in their blue, grey and brown eyes. She was no longer afraid. As they lifted her and turned her crossways on the bed, she stretched back making her full firm breasts even more prominent on her leanly proportioned body.
She forced herself to say the ugly words, "If you're gonna fuck me, if you're gonna rape me like some street shit, then do it you motherfuckers, do it." Phoebe couldn't believe the filth that was coming from her own mouth.
The cop behind her pulled her down on the bed, rolling her face up toward his prick. The one in front knelt in front of her. She let her legs fall apart, splaying wide, awaiting the sudden impalement by his hugely pulsing cock. All the cops were big. No, bigger than big, but they were circumcised. They were hard within the confines of their foreskinless meat. There would be no extra skin to lubricate the space between their bodies and hers. When they rammed her, it would be all pussy and cock ... it would truly be like a flaming, rigidly relentless stovepipe of a prick tearing her fleshy wet cunt.
Phoebe waited. Then she realized that the cop was waiting too. After all with one poised above her head and one with his monstrous prick flapping between her legs, what would the third do?
Before she could answer her own question she found the cop behind her smothering her with his wet hot lips. Phoebe tried to repress a soft moan of pleasure as his mouth closed over hers and his tongue slipped between her wetly parted lips and as his fingers strayed over the pulsating flesh of her young eager body. She wanted no part of this but her sensuality betrayed her. Her lust had been whetted by the inevitability of what was to come, by her own helplessness.
Suddenly Phoebe was consumed by the cop at her head. Her love-starved body wanted his bold caresses, her mouth wanted his delving tongue. Against her will, she found herself moving him closer to her, yielding, involuntarily-as if her arms and lips had minds of their own. She began to fondle down his body reaching for his penis, his huge hot penis. She wanted to feel his lips and hold his cock at the same time.
While Phoebe began to give in to the cop that stood by her head, the one poised between her creamy thighs began to take advantage of the diversion. His mouth moved slowly up, his tongue licking her excitedly tingling flesh until his lips closed over her right breast and began to suck even as his fine white teeth nipped the rising bud of her nipple. With an urgent sigh, she squirmed against him, sliding a leg up between his hard-muscled thighs until she could feel his wiry pubic hairs rubbing against her wet flexing cunt. She reached with her free hand and grasped his rampant staff in her lewdly-exploring fingers. Phoebe quivered with excitement. A cock in each hand and lips on her breasts and face. What more would these bastards try to do to her? She quivered with apprehension.
The cop between her legs slipped over to his side so that he might better reach her yearning, rising breasts. As he did, the third cop came into action.
Phoebe gasped as she felt another mouth, warm and wet, move low over her trembling belly and press its tongue into the soft curls covering her pussy mound. Then it was moving down the ultra-sensitive flesh inside her wide-splayed thighs, and she could feel his hot breath on the moistly flowering lips of her cunt. She made herself look down the line of her lovers, between the valley of her full young breasts, and could see the top of a head beyond the nipping and tucking of the cop sucking and massaging her breasts. Between her legs she could feel another as he licked and sucked at the passion perspiration of her body. She could hear all three of them panting. No, she could hear all four of them. The men sounded like they never wanted to stop-and Phoebe suddenly became aware that she too never wanted them to stop.
Her lips returned to the man above her, not his lips however ... his cock. She began to tease him, lick him, pull his sperm-laden balls toward her hungry mouth. The middle cop had leaned back for a moment to watch the handiwork of his companions.
Now the cop between her legs was moving up again, kissing the soft inner flesh of one spreading thigh, then the other. After an eternity of tantalization, his breath was flowing warmly over her defenseless vaginal furrow. He blew softly onto her pussy for endless minutes, his wet lips only a fraction of an inch away. Then he spread her cuntal furrow wide and his head dipped and she felt the wet searching tip of his tongue wriggle like a snake the full length of her quivering young vagina, swirling around the excitedly rising bud of her clitoris.
Phoebe cried out from the depth of a kiss as his tongue slid far up her cuntal passage and his wetly heated mouth closed tight over her widely excited vagina and began to suck. She arched her back and thrust her hot little cunt up to his lewdly flicking tongue.
Despite the woman-child's instinctive revulsion, Phoebe could not help herself as she responded to his delicious oral rape of her sweet little pussy. She spread her legs wide and then impulsively clamped her thighs tight around the cop's yearning, sucking head. The hotter she got, the more she wanted. She shoved the prick above her deep into her throat and gobbled it with hungry strokes. She pulled the third cop to her breasts and made him straddle her so that she could shove her full young breasts together around his enormously thick penis. She bucked up with her hips and she whipped her breasts back and forth around the prick that reached nearly to her chin and she sucked and slurped the cop behind her. She had it all but she knew she wanted more of those pricks and balls that surrounded her. Her mind was in a turmoil from the combination of revulsion and ecstasy. She was horrified by what she was doing yet she knew that it was undoubtedly the most sensational thing she had ever experienced. She began to beg that someone would make the move, that someone or maybe all three would fuck her. For the obscene, insane pleasure they were giving her she would do anything! She wished one of them, any one of them would mount her and shove his thick, iron-hard shaft of flesh deep into her eagerly quivering cunt.
The cop who had been eating her cunt stopped suddenly. The one who was straddling her also rose from his position and stood by the bed. The one who had been pumping her throat withdrew. All three assumed their original positions around the bed and slowly pulled the tight slick skins of their dicks back and forth. They watched Phoebe as she discoverd herself alone on the bed. Their withdrawal had been so unexpected, so sudden, so total that it took Phoebe several moments to realize what had happened. She looked up at them in disbelief. Her hot cunt still twitched and flowed from the mouth that had worked it to within moments of flowing with her hot woman cream. Her face was smeared with the floods of saliva and sweat that had been laid on her by the uppermost cop and her nipples yearned for the mouth and hands that had made them rise from their years of innocent sleep and erect themselves, beseeching their attendant for greater pleasure still.
"What's wrong?" she whispered. Hers was the , only voice in the room. "Come on, what's the matter, you guys a bunch of deaf mutes? What's happened? Why did you stop?"
Phoebe reached a hysterical pitch. She was kneeling up in the bed crawling from one cop to the next trying to discover why they had so halted their services.
"Please," she groaned, "please fuck me...." She held up one breast and crawled back to the cop who had been sucking it. "Please. You know how good it felt. You know how that titty wants you...." He was totally unresponsive.
She crawled to the next cop. She leaned back and thrust her hotly yearning pussy at him as best she could. "Look at that cunt," she cried. "Look at it. It's begging you to eat it ... Come on, eat it!" He too seemed immovable.
Just as Phoebe headed for the third cop, the one behind her said, "NOW!" All three fell on her simultaneously. But still they did not fuck her. One cop held her legs, another her arms and together they rolled her on to her stomach. The third went for his pants and removed the belt. Without hesitation he began to beat Phoebe's exquisite white flesh viciously. He raised welts an inch wide and the full width of her back. She screamed out for mercy. She begged them to stop but their silence turned to laughter. They smirked and belched out their calls of "Whore" and "Cunt Crazy" until she thought she would die from the beating and the humiliation. The cop with the belt concentrated on her beautifully rounded buttocks until they were red and hot from the lashes. Phoebe begged them to stop. She hated herself for ever allowing a single word of entreaty to exit her lips. She loathed them and was mortified that they had heard her beg for their attentions. They released her.
But they were not through with her. A second cop reached for his belt. Phoebe winced in pain with the very idea. But it was not his intention to beat her further. Not just yet anyway. With the two belts they tied her face up, hands lashed to the bedposts. Their maniacal eyes glistened with enthusiasm. It was almost as though what they were doing was rehearsed.
When she was firmly secured, they moved back to her legs and pulled them open as far as they could. Phoebe thought they would break her in half, split her up the cunt. Then slowly they lifted her in a split back toward her own head. Phoebe rolled back painfully on the welts that had been inflicted on her. Her cunt spread like a wakening eagle.
The third cop sat on the bed between her spreading legs. He looked her straight in the cunt, seeming to take the measure of her sweet young hole. Slowly he tightened the latigo that he was wrapping around his cock and balls and then he made the ends fast. He watched as his enormous red mushroom-head grew tighter and harder still. The shaft of his cock rose around the tightened cord until his penis was distended and swollen as would have been inconceivable without the aid of his cockstrap. The width of his dick far exceeded the tiny hole that Phoebe's cunt had become from his perspective.
The two men lowered Phoebe slowly letting their buddy guide her hole toward his prick. She was absolutely terrified. When the massive head of his dick touched her cunt, a wild look of non-comprehension came over her face. She had felt a dick there before. True only one, but that was nothing like this. It was as though someone had placed the blunt end of a quart bottle against her pussy. There was no way that that thing could get in her. No lubricant, no push was enough. Then Phoebe felt each of the cops pull harder on her legs. She stretched from the bedposts. The leather of the belts creaked with the strain. They pulled her wide apart and then shifted their direction to bring her feet low back up to her head again. She was pinned like a frog. Her cunt was flared like a yawning hippo. The cop with the massive dick spit on the head of his prick and smoothed it all around watching Phoebe as he took his tantalizing time. She stretched against the weight of the men holding her, pushing her pussy out to her tree-stump-lover-to-be and oozed her juices through her coral lips.
The cop waited. The two who held her legs back in their ungodly position waited. Phoebe pushed her hotly yearning cunt out to the cop kneeling in front of her, staring at her desperately pulsating pussy. She was tied and pinned-held in a totally open position and nothing was happening. Nothing! Phoebe raced between humiliation and frustration. If he was going to do it, then goddamn it why didn't he do it?
"Fuck me" she demanded harshly. "Fuck me, you bastard...." Her voice yielded more and more to her erotic desperation until she was screaming, cunt and mouth, "Fuck me, fuck me please fuck me! I beg you ... fuck meee!"
Then with one cruel lunge, the cop poised at her cuntal entrance buried his hotly throbbing cock to the hilt deep up inside her stretched and tearing flesh. The young New England girl cried out sharply as the red-neck policeman's massive cudgel ripped into her quaking body, sending ripples of pleasure-pain ahead in her brutally abused cuntal passage. She felt as if she were being impaled on a thick oaken handle as his massive hardness split her pussy wide and his come-laden balls smacked wetly against her wide-stretched ass-cheeks.
"Oh my God; oh my God," cried Phoebe. She wailed in the mad desperation of savage wantonness. A whorish appetite that she had never known existed took control of her nakedly straining body. Her legs flailed free and then locked tight around the cop's driving hips]-Her arms pulled furiously at the leather that held her. She screamed madly, "Fuck me, fuck me ... deeper, deeper!"
The two cops that had held her wide for their buddy's entry now looked down on her smirking and beating their dicks, each waiting his turn.
Phoebe barely noticed their actions. She hardly heard the sardonic chuckle of her rapist as he began to fuck in and out of her, each stroke pulling the tender pink flesh of her cunt out past the tightly grasping lips of her pussy. Urgently she strove to match the passion-crazed movements of her body to his as the pain of her violated vagina melted away to pure pleasure. She found that it was impossible to believe she had eagerly taken his long, incredible thick cock into her cunt with a single stroke. But it was so wonderful to have his immensely filling penis in her like this that she was glad that they had tied her and stretched her into a single yearning cunt-hole capable of taking in their stud-hung friend. The head of his battering ram smashed mercilessly against her cervix and the base of it stretched her young, virtually untried cunt unbearably wide. She thrashed and moaned and bucked under him.
The naked young girl felt the policeman's penis swelling, becoming thicker still and longer and then the savage jerking of his body over her and in her, and she felt the hot, searing spurts of his come flooding her milking young cunt.
Even before the final spasms of ejaculation were out of the hot red-neck stud, Phoebe was reaching out her lewdly grasping hands toward the next cock. She threw the spent man off her with a twist of the hips and desperately drew the next attacker into her hotly dripping cunt. She strained against her bonds and lashed out with her legs as the next young stud drove himself deep up within her gushing hole.
The cop who had gotten off of Phoebe made his way around to the head of the bed and for a moment Phoebe didn't know what he expected ... then she realized ... Long white tendrils of his sperm linked his now-soft cock with her lips. He bent over her even as his buddy began to pound her pussy with long driving strokes. His long flaccid penis glistened with the mingling juices of his orgasm. Phoebe reached for his dripping penis and guided it to her moistly parted lips. She began to lave it with the tip of her tongue, savoring the rich juices of her cunt and his come. She could not comprehend the ecstasy of the combined sensations. She had another long and punishingly thick dick up inside her cunt and a still hot prick in her mouth ... and there was still another lover waiting in the wings. The third cop waited his turn with lusty impatience.
Phoebe sucked and fucked until the second man climaxed into her yearning girl-cunt. As her lover for the moment jerked and bucked, spurting his white-hot semen deep up into Phoebe's clasping pussy, she could feel his semen mixing with that of the first man. The third cop had grown so excited with the scene before him that he began to moan and beat his huge boyish cock with greater and greater excitement. Phoebe saw that she would never be able to halt him in his hotly pulsating enthusiasm, she would never get him to stop before he shot his come in a hot stream through the air,-wasting his man-juice!
She burst out with whorishly wanton appetite, "In my mouth! Come in my mouth ... please...."
She strained against the belts that held her in place. The cop between her legs felt his dick softening in her milking cunt. The third and youngest cop leaned over Phoebe, pushing his tired friend away. He lay down on her face, shoving his rock-hard dick deep into her yearning mouth and slapping his sperm-laden balls against the angelic face of his woman-child cocksucker. The curly rug of his pubic hair formed a mask of ecstasy around Phoebe's sucking wildly gulping mouth. Her voluptuous body sucked from both ends. As the third cop came in her mouth, Phoebe could feel the ripple of ejaculation run down her enormous prick and pump what seemed gallons of hot creamy come into her hungrily swallowing mouth. She gulped and thrashed desperately in order not to lose a single drop of the precious fluid.
The three men were spent. Phoebe remained tied to the bed and the cops pulled back from her to regain their composure. Phoebe lay there amazed that she had ended up crying out again for the services of men who were her enemies, who abused her and compelled her into the role of a whore when in fact she was one day out of virginity. She hated them yet she knew that she had enjoyed it-the entire scene from beginning to end-she had enjoyed it immensely. Worse still, Phoebe knew they could make her do anything they wanted, tied or not tied, she would be their love-slave. She hated them for what they had made of her! She hated herself even more for wanting to be what she now knew she was ... the worst of sluts!
The cops untied Phoebe and left the room. Phoebe rubbed her wrists slowly to recover the circulation. She sat on the bed in her empty room listening to the cops get beer for themselves from the kitchen. Phoebe wanted to join them, she wanted to slip beneath the table while they drank their beer and suck each dick in its softness. She wanted to lick their balls and tantalize them until they were erect with desire again and would fuck her again and again ... she wanted them to fuck her all night. But she knew she could never do that. She could never admit to anyone the whore she had become.
As Phoebe lay back to sleep she dreamily remembered that first, incredibly thick dick that the two cops had held her open for. She spread her legs wide in the bed and pressed her hand deep along the length of her slit. She remembered the cunt-splitting moment when he entered her and in her smiling reverie, she fell asleep.
CHAPTER NINE
The all-clear came early the next morning. Phoebe was awakened abruptly by the cops who were already up and ready by the squad car. She dressed quickly, for fear of delaying another moment and giving them ideas.
She rode with them back to the desert community that was their base. On the way she had decided that there would be no sense in telling her story to the local authorities since they would undoubtedly treat her in the same fashion as the three cops had. She would wait until she was taken to a larger center of authority.
They pulled into the station and Phoebe was transferred immediately to a van that was to transport her back to Los Angeles. The ride took several hours, including stops to pick up other women "offenders" from various small communities along the way. By the time Phoebe arrived in L. A. she was surrounded by a group of the most undesirable women-whores, junkies, destitute women with no one and nothing to help them. How she regretted thinking about herself in a unit with these people! She was not a whore; certainly she had some lusty desires, but in the past month she had been compelled into these situations! She never sought them as a way of life. She could never offer herself to a man ... not in that way. Phoebe pulled the collar of her blouse closer around her neck and pulled back into a corner of the van. She couldn't wait to be out of the van and away from all this sordidness.
The matron who guided her through the booking procedure seemed very sympathetic. After the official process, Phoebe was taken to the bathing unit and allowed to rinse away memories of the night before. Scaley spots of come were everywhere! Phoebe washed and scrubbed until she thought her skin would come off. Even her sweet young pussy was bathed and soaped to within an inch of its life. The matron, who had introduced herself as Beverly Harris, watched Phoebe carefully while virtually ignoring the rest of the women. But Phoebe imagined that this was simply a function of human interest: surely Beverly could tell that she did not belong among that crew. Anyway, Phoebe found herself wondering what Beverly was doing with a job like matron in a county jail? Beverly was mature, about thirty, with a fine sculpted face of alabaster hue. Her dark hair was cropped in a short pageboy. Skin-tight uniform slacks encased her long, tapering legs. They were so tight Phoebe could see the fleshy slit of her cunt clearly outlined at the base of her taut-muscled loins. Her pointed breasts, unrestrained by a brassiere, aroused envy in the young blonde girl. The prominent nipples were sharp dots against her thin white blouse.
The booking had taken quite some time. Phoebe was allowed to dress in her own clothes after she bathed since her status was still highly questionable. The police officer who had taken her statement seemed to believe her but she had been unable to get through to her mother in Vermont so she would be held until her story could be checked out. She was led by Beverly through the maze of corridors that connected the booking sector of the jail complex with the holding tank. Phoebe was placed in a relatively comfortable cell, by herself and another attendant brought her a lunch of sandwiches and coffee. Phoebe was starved. After she ate, she lay back to rest.
Beverly appeared again at the door of the cell. "Feeling better?" the dark-haired woman asked as she let herself into the cell. "What you need is a good relaxing massage and then some sleep. I'm still trying to get through to your mother, dear, so relax a little. This is all going to work out very quickly ... you'll see."
Phoebe was glad to have someone looking out for her again. "I just want to get home to my mother," whined Phoebe. For the first time in months, Phoebe felt like a little girl. She was tired of being used and abused. She just wanted her mother to hold her and make the evil world of men go away.
Beverly must have seen the syndrome a million times before and she was ready to use it to her own advantage. "Nonsense," the dark-tressed woman replied, her fingers slipping from Phoebe's shoulders to the buttons in front of Phoebe's blouse. She undid them one by one, reaching under the blouse to better continue the massage. She moved lower to caress the nipples of Phoebe's exposed young breasts, tantalizing them to unwilling erection so they extended a full inch from the smooth cones. "You must rest! Just lie back and close your eyes."
Phoebe let herself slip into the older woman's trance. Beverly pulled back the prison blanket and slipped Phoebe magically out of her clothes. Then with total confidence in the security and privacy of their cell, she too slipped from her uniform and lay 1 down beside Phoebe on the narrow bunk. Beverly had worked at the prison for many years and knew every schedule perfectly. They would not be disturbed for several hours.
Phoebe felt that what was happening was wrong, especially after her drugged encounter with Debra Home. But she felt so alone and needful, she allowed herself to be cuddled, and even snuggled closer for the warmth as Beverly's arms encircled her nakedly quivering body, the fingertips gliding over her own golden skin. She trembled at the tactile contact and couldn't repress a sigh of contentment, nor hold back the responsive undulation of her sensuality awakening body to the gentleness of the caress.
Beverly's fingers were sliding up and down the smooth column of her spine, easing into the trembling crease of her ass-cheeks, and all Phoebe could do was softly moan in mounting pleasure and sensual arousal.
The young blonde girl felt the warm sleek length of the older woman's thigh insinuating itself gradually between her legs, sliding, inching up until it was brushing against her quickly moistening cuntal lips. She groaned and tried to make herself at least attempt to escape from this further assault on her body and morality, but all she could think of was that it was so much nicer than what she had been forced to endure the night before. Being cruelly tied and raped and forced to suck and fuck cock after cock! Unnatural as this thing which was now happening might be, it was at least a gentle, loving thing.
Beverly slowly kissed Phoebe's eyes. Then she moved to her ears, tongue swirling as the naked prisoner tried to find the strength to repel the forbidden caresses. She was helpless, and involuntarily she parted her lips as Beverly's wet tender mouth finally came in contact with hers.
She felt the long spear of the brunette's tongue insinuating itself deep into her oral cavity, sliding, swirling gently, making contact with her own tongue, sucking, forcing her to respond in return.
The matron's knowledgeable hands were moving over her warmly tingling breasts, the slender fingers pinching her erect little nipples, and she realized that the blanket had been kicked to the floor so that they were both stark naked. The chilled air of the cell raised goose bumps on Phoebe's excitedly trembling body and instinctively she clutched at the voluptuous older woman beside her for warmth, her legs opening wide to find the heat of Beverly's sensuously rubbing leg.
"Please, don't. It's not right ... ," Phoebe whispered in lewd excitement tinged with fear. She saw and felt the hot velvet of Beverly's lips close over the distended nipple of her sensitive left breast, and then the soft hot swirl of her tongue against the tip. She could not repress the shudder of delight which flashed through her nakedly writhing young body. Beverly began to suck as she used the end of her tongue dexterously, and Phoebe felt fingers sliding down over the smooth, soft mound of her belly into her pussy hair. Her loins were already spread wide by the gentle but insistent pressure of Beverly's slender leg, and there was no barrier to the deft, skilled fingers that sought out the wetly throbbing lips of her tight little pussy and delved into the warm moisture which was beginning to flow from the depths of her aroused young cunt! "Don't-please don't do this to me ... ," Phoebe wailed, tossing her head helplessly from side to side.
Beverly's fingers slid the whole pulsating length of Phoebe's soft fleshy cuntal lips, going down into the crevice of her taut-muscled buttocks to find her tight little anal ring. The naked girl prisoner gasped at the lewd touch and tried to squirm away, but Beverly's police training made it easy to hold the much less powerful Phoebe helplessly below her. Phoebe struggled against Beverly's sensuously alluring body for a moment and then she realized she really had no desire to fight what was happening. She knew it was wrong but the will to resist had left her ... she found herself even anticipating what would happen next, knowing instinctively that it would be pleasurable if she could only let herself relax.
Beverly's mouth left the hot peak of Phoebe's breast and her tongue licked like wet fire down the smooth contours of her belly and through the sparse growth of golden pubic hair. The older woman's leg and hands gently forced her thighs apart so her young, violated vagina was completely exposed. Phoebe's loins began a slow sensuous undulation in anticipation of what was to happen next. She saw Beverly's face framed by the wide-splayed vee of her own thighs, and the pink tip of the brunette's saliva-wet tongue flicking across sensuous lips. The matron's head slowly moved lower and lower and her tongue began to moistly slide up and down the most sensitive flesh on the inside of Phoebe's velvet-fleshed thighs. She groaned as she felt Beverly's skilled, delicate fingers parting her lust-swollen vaginal lips, felt hot, moist breath spreading over her sensitive coral-hued inner flesh which was even now pearling with her own excited sexual secretions. Beverly's tongue flicked out like a hot-tipped whip to lick up and down the passion-soaked furrow of her widespread cunt lips, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly.
Phoebe moaned out her protests. "No, no, please don't...." But she knew that her pleas would go unheeded ... and realized she didn't want the voluptuous older woman to stop tantalizing her eagerly pulsating pussy with fingers and tongue as she crouched low, at the same time dominant and yet subservient, between her wildly trembling thighs. And then with a low moan of lewd hunger, Phoebe's will broke and she whispered, "Yes. Yes, do it! Let me feel your mouth. Kiss my vagina. Yes ... like that...."
Beverly purred with satisfaction. She bent her lovely face between the sweet scented thighs of the naked young prisoner and pushed her mouth tight against the throbbing softness of the widely dilated vagina and deftly wormed her tongue far up into the hot sweet depths of Phoebe's cuntal passage, teasing the thousands of tiny vaginal nerve-ends. The young girl, losing control of herself, urgently rammed her shamelessly aroused pussy up against the velvet-soft lips which were sucking so ecstatically at her flesh.
Beverly's tongue fucked deep into the tight wet hole until the shapely blonde prisoner writhed on the narrow bunk like a woman gone mad. Suddenly her tongue slipped from the clutching confines of the vaginal passage to slash tantalizingly over the erect, urgently vibrating bud of the young girl's clitoris. The dark-haired matron captured it between her avid lips and expertly sucked the tiny penis-like organ, the very end of J her tongue flicking and licking and swirling as Phoebe tossed and humped on the bunk and her thighs closed around the beautiful older woman's face with an audibly wet smacking sound. Phoebe's naked buttocks churned in complete abandonment as her pubic mound rose and fell in perfect timing with the salacious licking and sucking of her partner.
Abruptly Phoebe felt a great bubble swelling in her gut, a spreading of warmth that filled her belly and surged downward to her clutching, sweating thighs.
Phoebe knew she was on the edge of an orgasm.
"Beverly, Beverly, I'm so close ... ," she whispered.
At that exact instant, Beverly abruptly pulled away from her, yanking her hair free of the grasping hands, raising her head. "Together, sweetheart, we'll come together!"
Before Phoebe could fathom what was going on, the beautiful brunette swung around on the bunk, straddling her face from above, and lowering her belly so that it pressed, soft and hot, on her aroused breasts. With wide eyes, the young blonde watched as the older woman's cuntal crevice descended toward her own gaping astonished mouth. The fleshy pink slit of Beverly's pussy opened and closed inches from her face, inviting her. She could see the dew-like pearly drops of the brunette's vaginal fluid glistening, and her nostrils flared at the heady scent of the cunt that was so close. The hot thighs rubbed sensuously against her rib cage, and she knew she had to do it. She had to use her tongue on the beckoning vagina!
Phoebe's mind turned with the confusion of opposed sensations. In one way she was appalled at the very idea and yet, deep within herself, she knew that she wanted to! It was something she had never even thought of before in connection with herself and when others had spoken of it, she had always thought it perverse and unnatural. But now she had to taste the wetly glistening cunt which was suspended so tantalizingly just above her face. With a gasp of surrender, Phoebe reached up to grab the smooth half-moons of Beverly's warm-fleshed buttocks with her fingers and at the same time peel the blood-swollen pussy-lips even wider with her thumbs. She pulled the prison matron's eagerly writhing loins down, and her tongue came out and without hesitation drove straight up into the moistly heated flesh. With a shock, Phoebe realized it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. It was so much richer and sweeter and headier than the cocks she had been forced to suck. Ravenously she licked and sucked as Beverly rotated her naked buttocks and ground her succulent pink pussy down at the blonde girl's straining mouth. She tried to make a penis of her tongue and fuck her love-partner deeper and deeper ... she sucked wildly, wantonly revelling in the new experience.
Phoebe moaned. Her full pouting mouth drawing on the sweet-flowing cunt, her throat worked to swallow each drop of rich fluid as fast as she could extract it! Scant inches from her hotly-laboring mouth, she could see the tight puckered ring of Beverly's anus. She could not fight the obscene urge to ram a finger into it. Moving the tip of her outstretched middle finger to the hairless orifice, she tried to push it in-but it was too tight. With a moan of frustration, she jerked Beverly's frantically churning hips downward and raised her head until she could reach it with her mouth. Wetly, her tongue encircled the tight little opening until she felt it begin to relax, and she could thrust her tongue into it, tasting the hot alien sweetness within. She sighed and began energetically tongue-fucking the puckered opening and heard Beverly cry out softly with pleasure.
Then knowing she had prepared the way, Phoebe again used her finger. This time the tight, rubbery sphincter parted and with one swift motion, she was able to sink her finger to the hilt so hard her palm smacked wetly against the older woman's wide-stretched ass-cheeks. Savagely, driven by lewd passion she had never even imagined, the blonde prisoner began to fuck her finger in and out of Beverly's anal passage, even as her wetly sucking lips returned to the woman's sweet quivering cunt. Her tongue again speared into its honeyed depths yearning for its sweet rewards.
Beverly was immediately transported to the edge of mad ecstasy. She cried out in anticipation of even greater delight as she pulled Phoebe's thrashing thighs far apart again and her head plunged between them, her tongue savagely licking and probing at the young girl's pussy flesh.
Beverly's mouth hotly ignited the fuse of Phoebe's flesh. With the oral contact to her pussy renewed with even more ardor, Phoebe felt herself exploding, turning to fire. Out of control, she wildly rammed her face up between her partner's trembling thighs, tongue probing, and lips sucking as her finger fucked and twisted Beverly's rectal aperture.
An H-bomb of sensuality surged through her to break on the soft, hair-fringed lips of her pussy as the beautiful matron's tongue fucked deeper and deeper, faster and faster into her feverishly flexing cunt ... and then she was coming! She felt the gush of her orgasm spilling into the sucking mouth of the other girl even as Beverly reached her own climax and the brunette's liquid passion spilled out of the palpitating vagina into her own eagerly-gulping mouth, to coat her tonsils with a flavor more delicious that anything she had ever known.
To Phoebe, it seemed like an eternity passed as they lay locked together, arms and legs entwined, slowly, sinuously moving over each other, seeking the last droplets of the precious fluid of their amazon passion. Then the older woman undulated on the bunk and reversed herself, moving to draw the trembling young girl into her arms and bring their come-glistening lips together in a long, searching kiss. Phoebe tasted herself and felt new erotic stimulation from the contact with Beverly's soft warm breasts and belly.
Phoebe tried to talk. She tried to explain that she had never known that it could be like ... well, like it had been. She thought she should explain that she had never felt any such sensations before but Beverly kissed her gently and whispered, "It's o.k. honey. There aren't any words...."
Phoebe was already drifting into sleep when Beverly checked her watch-the guards would be making their rounds soon-and dressed. She covered the young girl and checked the cell for tell-tale signs.
Phoebe's rest was cut short by another matron, one she had not seen before, entering the room and telling her that the preliminary hearing had been set for that afternoon. Phoebe hurried to the appointed van, again to be transported like cattle, and from there was whisked off to the court house and chamber where her plight would be resolved ... she hoped.
As Phoebe entered the room she was so preoccupied with the machinations of the court-she had never been in one before-that she did not notice the policeman who had cruelly raped her the night before-the one who had thrust his enormous dick into her nearly virgin cunt while the other two officers held her down ... she did not notice him exit the judge's chambers wearing a self-satisfied smirk.
CHAPTER TEN
Judge Horatio Brogan came out of his chambers and mounted the steps to his bench. Phoebe was only one of many cases he would handle this afternoon. Indeed, he hadn't even seen the briefs this afternoon. The morning had been extraordinarily complicated, that is, usually the judge had a special treat to accompany his lunch ... but today, the purveyor of human delights had not been able to supply the judge with his usual noontime diversion. Judge Brogan was in a foul humor ... until the visit from Deputy Matt Colin, the young cop from the desert. Now, as the judge looked over the courtroom and then flipped through the pile of briefs that lay on his desk, he had only one case in mind ... Phoebe's.
The judge found the brief that had been written on Phoebe's arrest and glanced over it quickly. Then he put it on the bottom of the pile and began to wade through the afternoon's docket.
At almost five o'clock, every other case had been handled. As the bailiff called Phoebe's case, she was already weary from sitting on the hard seats for over four-hours. She rose and approached the bench.
"Miss Phoebe Abbott?" asked the Judge.
"Yes, your honor," she replied.
Judge Brogan continued to read. His eyes -edged up the page and looked Phoebe over with lewdly intimate scrutiny. She was just as attractive as the deputy had said ... and if the rest of the story were only half-true! Well, that would be enough.
"Young lady," began the judge, you have been charged with grand larceny, conspiracy to commit grand larceny and resisting arrest. How do you plead?"
Phoebe was dumbfounded. Her luscious lips parted in incredulity. "I ... I have no idea ... I mean, your honor, I didn't do any of those things! Sal is my brother-in-law ... I never knew what...." Phoebe's voice trailed off in confusion. She had no idea how to respond to the charges....
From the bench, Judge Brogan looked down at Phoebe with lust and pity. He was glad that her unfamiliarity with the law allowed him to be gentle, to do her a favor that would have to be returned. "Miss Abbott," he continued, "this is potentially a very serious charge. I think it would be best if we discuss it in private for a moment.
Court recessed until tomorrow morning." He clapped the gavel on his bench and descended the steps to his chambers.
The middle-aged man was still hard of limb and in excellent condition despite his age. Part of his vigor had always been attributed to his insatiable appetites, for sports and for sex. A day never passed without a three-mile jog and at least one fuck ... usually two or three. Today's confusion had put his heavy hanging balls on the edge of pain from the pressure of the sperm backed up for hours beyond the usual hour of relief. He opened his robe and sat in his plush chair as Phoebe made her way meekly into the room.
"The district attorney has already begun investigation of this case, Miss Abbott. As I understand it, you claim no knowledge of the crime, before or after the act until you were forced to join your brother-in-law and his crew ... is that right?"
Phoebe was relieved to hear her own story coming from the judge's mouth. "Yes, your Honor. That's exactly right. I had no idea that Sal was involved in anything like this...."
"Well, despite the fact that 1 may be inclined to believe you on the basis of your youth and lack of prior offenses, there is still quite a bit of circumstantial evidence that you were involved...."
"But your Honor," Phoebe began.
"However, it is sometimes possible for this kind of thing to be dismissed at the preliminary hearing ... Sometimes...."
Phoebe could not follow the judge's implication. "What can I do to make this whole thing just go away? Really, your Honor, I didn't do anything ... It all seems like a bad dream...." She thought it better not to mention the abuse she had suffered at the hands of the law officers. What if the judge thought she had encouraged them?!
"As I was saying, if I'm convinced of your innocence and of your character ... It would sort of be a favor to you to dismiss all this today so that you can get back to your own life. That does, however, put me in a position of considerable responsibility. I mean if I'm wrong, it could make me look pretty bad. It's a risk ... But if you were to make it worth my while...."
"Me? What could I do for a man in your position?" queried Phoebe.
The judge looked up slowly and gave Phoebe time to take in his intent.
"Oh, your Honor, you don't mean...." Phoebe could tell by the look in the judge's eyes just what he had in mind. "Oh, I couldn't ... I mean, no matter what you may have heard, I'm not that kind of...." Her voice revealed her fear that anything she said would put her in greater difficulty yet.
"You could go back to the cell you left several hours ago, but then you undoubtedly already have a good idea what goes on in jails ... Or you could just take a few minutes of your afternoon and be free to go about your life...."
Phoebe was unable to grasp the fact that here, even here, in the inner sanctum of a high court of law she was still subject to the degenerate impulses of the men who ruled every aspect of her world! It was horrifying. It was degrading. It was too dreadful to be believed ... yet it was happening. She could return to the jail to suffer abuse, perhaps at the hands of Matron Beverly or she could close her eyes and let this wanton man have his way. At least with the latter she would be free of all of this and her record would still be clean. Phoebe knew what she had to do.
Phoebe's expression must have shown in her eyes because the judge was already, rising from his seat. He walked to the door of his chambers and looked outside into the court room. No one. Everyone had left the room and they were perfectly alone. He returned to the room, locking the door behind him. The judge removed his robe and threw a few legal journals off of the large leather couch that was in the corner of the room. As he began to undress he looked Phoebe straight in the eye and said, "Get naked."
"What?!" Phoebe almost screeched at the brashness of the order, and an order it was, there was no tone of ambiguity in the judge's voice. He wanted Phoebe and knew that he could use the lever of the law to make her do anything he wanted to. She was helpless. She was without recourse and the only way to end this nightmare of a vacation and to get home to safety and sanity was to comply with the mad desires of yet another perverted enforcer of the law. Phoebe began to remove her clothes.
Phoebe knew that she had better get the "deal" with the judge worked out completely before he got what he wanted-whatever that was-since there would be little chance of her bargaining after he got his rocks off. She continued to undress but questioned the judge proddingly using all the guile she had learned during this summer of revelations.
"If, I ... if I help you this afternoon ... you'll help me get off ... to get away from all this mix up?" She was hesitant for fear of breaking some unknown rule of this bizarre ritual.
"Sure kid. No problem," said the judge. He was down to his underwear. His middle-aged body bore no resemblance to that which Phoebe had always associated with the term. He seemed to be peeling off years with each removal of the stodgy conservative uniform of his trade. His waist bore none of the softness nor spread of the middle years. He was as tight as a boy of seventeen. What was amazing to Phoebe however was the view presented by him in his underwear. His shoulders were broad and well tanned. He narrowed quickly to a vee waist and perhaps the smallest hips she had seen ... and recently Phoebe had been in a position to cross-judge men's physiques-heaven knows she had seen enough of them. From those hips, across his flat belly, slightly rippled with a washboard of well developed muscles, from those hips a scanty pair of nylon men's briefs revealed a bulge carefully tucked and compressed to hide its enormity. Phoebe's eyes stuck on the bulge.
"See something you like?" the judge smiled. "Don't worry about it. It's o.k. to admire...." With those words the judge's own eyes reviewed Phoebe from top to bottom. She was brassiereless and so was now reduced to her panties. "Lean over," he said.
"What?" exclaimed Phoebe.
"Lean over. Let your tits hang." He was even more forceful this time, so Phoebe thought she had better do a good job of a bad task. She leaned over. Her roundly firm breasts hung slightly as the judge began to walk toward her. The bulge in his brief was gradually increasing in size.
Phoebe braced her hands on her knees as the judge circled her, running his eyes over every inch of her lewdly displayed young taut body.
"Spread your legs," he commanded.
Phoebe did as she was told but was increasingly drawn to the rigorously contained flesh that protruded from the judge's shorts....
The judge went to the desk and from a top drawer withdrew a small pen knife. As he began to walk back in Phoebe's direction, she shied from him, not knowing just what he had in mind with a knife!
Again he circled her, making her keep her legs widely spread and her hands on her knees. As he passed directly behind her he removed the blade of the knife from its case and slipped it under the elastic of her panties. With a quick stroke he cut the elastic and split the fabric halfway down the back of her delicately feminine panties. Her tiny waist and her creamy white buttocks could be seen as the panties began to slip down the round firmness of her hips. Phoebe looked around with apprehension, with no idea of the judge's scene ... but it was growing less and less conventional. It was un-likely that someone who would take such pains at "preparation" would be satisfied with a simple blow job or a quick fuck....
The judge returned to the desk as he continued to circle her. This time from the same drawer he pulled a camera. A small camera. Maybe the judge had discovered-somehow?!-the atrocities that the police had committed against her. Maybe he was going to photograph the bruises that they had inflicted on her. Phoebe's heart leaped with new enthusiasm. She would help the judge ... No, as she reflected on the realities, it was more likely he was just getting some perverted pleasure from photographing a naked girl in his chambers....
He circled her taking photos from every angle. She obeyed orders to spread her legs wider, to remove her ripped panties inch by inch until they rested on the floor of the chambers. The judge's camera closed in for each shot. Mechanically she obeyed instructions to open her thighs so the judge could approach even closer. He knew what he was doing and he could get to within two inches of his subject without sacrificing clarity. Phoebe could feel his hot breath blowing through the soft golden curls of her cuntal hair, but he seemed totally unaffected by their closeness. He was entirely the professional photographer doing a job.
"Now move over to the couch," he commanded. "Lie down and let's see your ass opened wide!"
Phoebe was unable to believe the bizarre orders but did as she was told. She could not resist, after the degradation to which she had been forced to pervert herself it seemed little enough to just pose for pictures for some mad judge. And if this man could get her free of the involvement into which she had been unwittingly thrown, she might be making the most of a bad situation. With a sigh, and covering her eyes with shame, she turned over on her belly on the couch, spread her legs, and reached back with trembling hands to part her tight young ass-cheeks. Her eyes blinked as he began to take pictures of her most intimate parts, the only unviolated area of her exhausted body.
Trembling, the young blonde was afraid to disobey. She had been so abused, so humiliated and degraded in the past day that this seemed like nothing to her. She positioned her nakedly quaking body, yielding to the nudges of the judge's fingers. He pulled her left knee down to the carpeted floor leaving the other leg splayed wide against the back of the couch. She knew her genitals were obscenely exposed but there was nothing she could do. She blinked as the flash flared twice, then felt him rising over her, the hot throbbing head of his cock slipped from his straining shorts and began sliding up and down the fleshy crevice "of her cunt gradually making its way to her defenseless little anus.
Then the soft, rubbery head of his penis was pressing against her there. "What are you doing?" she cried out, struggling to turn over, but being frustrated as he put a knee in the small of her back.
She could not halt her body's instinctive reaction. She gasped and humped back toward it, moaning. It felt so warm and smooth, nestled up there between the smooth half-melons of her naked young buttocks.
"By God! You want it stuck up your ass!" the judge blurted obscenely. "And I sure as hell will do it!"
Phoebe was humiliated and horrified. "No, no, no," she cried. "I don't want you even to touch me ... I'm only doing this because you promised me that you would help me...."
"Don't give me any of your fancy stories, little miss, I know all about you already. You want to get fucked in the ass," the judge said coldly. "Well, you're gonna get fucked in the ass!"
Phoebe tried to struggle free, to close her widespread legs against the unnatural invasion of her rectum, but she was helpless. He was heavier, and he was on top of her, with all his weight, his body that had been trained to a fine edge in his daily athletics and kept in supreme shape was more than a match for her own slender self. She felt the hot, mushroom-shaped head prodding at the tight resisting ring of her sphincter muscle as she gasped for air. He hit her at the back of the neck, just hard enough, and for a few seconds it took all the resistance out of her, dulled her mind.
That moment of dullness was just long enough. While her body was relaxed, he lurched forward over her nakedly defenseless torso, the bulbous head of his cock ramming cruelly through her anal orifice, hot and hard as a burning ax-handle.
"Stop it, stop it ... please, you're hurting me...." Phoebe's protests were in vain. She tried to squirm away from this unnatural impalement but his lust-hardened penis was already too deeply embedded up inside her anal passage. His huge throbbing cock was being rammed through her wildly puckering anus as she writhed and tossed in a futile attempt to avoid this sodomistic rape. "You'll split me apart! For Heaven's sake, don't! I'll do anything! I'll suck you, I'll fuck you but please don't do this...."
"Go ahead and scream your bitching mouth off, nobody can hear you. You know you love it. Stick that ass in the air...." He gasped as he thrust his massively thickened shaft deeper and deeper into her straining rectum.
Phoebe lay under him, her struggles of no avail, feeling the great rod of hard flesh ruthlessly invade her back passage, stretching it, sending great waves of pain ahead of the massive cudgel. He pistoned into her hard and fast, but only a fraction of an inch at a time, until finally her tight little anus was stretched to the bursting point. She felt sure she would be fatally injured by the obscene intrusion, because of the pain, the steel-like penis that was drilling relentlessly deeper and deeper into her virginal rectum. She struggled to escape, but the judge's hands, quick and hard, grasped her nakedly heaving buttocks and pulled the soft whiteness of them back, at the same time thrusting himself even deeper and deeper into the young blonde's trembling, tortured flesh.
Phoebe cried out as she felt his sperm-laden balls smack wetly against her distended ass-cheeks. He held her tight to him, and began to flex his hotly throbbing cock inside her sorely expanded anal canal. She could feel the huge head of his cock blowing up like a balloon and tears came to her eyes. She was beyond begging for mercy now. She knew she could only submit and pray for a quick ending of this obscene, vile torture. As was the case when she had submitted to Sal's rape, and the oral-cuntal gang-bang of the bastard cops, she knew the only thing to do was to endure it. She forced herself to raise her head and spit defiant words at the lewdly leering judge who sodomized her.
"Go ahead, tear me apart. Go ahead, enjoy yourself!" she hissed.
"We'll both enjoy it, little Miss New England Innocent," the judge said with a smirk. He grabbed her squirming hips and jerked her ripe young body back hard on the rigid length of his throbbing cock and felt her tremble. He was sure that in a minute or two her tail would be wagging like a happy puppy for more ... hell, she'd be begging for more. "Move your fucking ass! Ram it back on my prick! Get it way up there! You're nice and hot and juicy, and I'll have you coming in less than a minute." He slapped her naked ass-cheeks, bringing a howl of outrage and pain from the young girl.
"You miserable cocksucker!" she spat back at him with a defiant toss of the head.
Yet her violent response was not entirely accurate. Now, slowly yet unquestionably, against all her natural will, his warmly pulsating penis was feeling good up inside her stretched little rectum. The long throbbing length of his cock filled her rectal passage to the hilt, and she thought she could almost feel it in her belly. She was expanding, her flesh and tissues opening to the unnatural presence of his penis. She panted heavily and, submitting, began to undulate her voluptuous body to absorb more of him. Spreading her knees wider, so her nakedly rounded buttocks were completely open to him, she could feel his heavy, semen-laden balls smacking against the blood-engorged soft lips of her cunt down below, and even tickling the aroused stalk of her clitoris. The panting young blonde began to rock back and forth, so his heavy spear of male flesh moved rhythmically in and out of her quivering anal opening.
Phoebe thought she would die. God did it hurt! With each new movement, she felt as if a great redwood tree were splitting her apart in the most obscene way possible. Tossing her head, she caught sight of herself in a dressing mirror. She saw her smooth rounded buttocks begin to wave wantonly as the hard-driving penis rammed faster and faster in and out of her straining backside. She could see a pink ring of anal flesh being pulled from her body, wrapped tightly around his thick pole of flesh, and then be jammed back deep into her rectum again as his huge cock-head pushed her tissues ahead of it in great rippling waves until she felt her ass-cheeks slapped again by the heavy weight of the judge's scrotum. It hurt terribly at first, but now the pain was diminishing and with a masochistic desire that she hadn't known before, Phoebe wanted it to continue.
"Bastard!" she moaned. "You son of a bitch!" She writhed, thrusting herself back with fury, impaling her anus to the hilt on his massively throbbing cock. "For God's sake, help me! Fuck my ass! Hard! Harder! Ram your goddamn prick into me, you motherfucking cocksucker!"
"Sure, I'll fuck your ass, you hot little cunt! I told you, you'd be begging for it before the head was in!" the judge said viciously.
Holding her squirming hips, he began to fuck wildly in and out of her tightly puckering anus, feeling her lithe young body respond, screw back to him hard, as she panted and tossed her long golden hair in mingled pain and pleasure. He could feel the sensitive tip of his cock reaming her back passage savagely-and she was loving all of it, even begging him for more! He had wanted to fuck her and debase her ever since he had first seen her limp into the court room, unknowingly swinging this fine tight ass he was now fucking so wildly. He never thought he'd have a chance, but now here she was, jaybird naked, with her buttocks spread and clutching at him, and her beautiful breasts crushed on the couch. He knew she hated him ... and he knew that was one of the things which made it good, fucking her this way and making her love it and cry for more.
"Move that ass, you fucking cunt!" he gasped. "Move that shit hole ... Make me feel like I'm not wavin' my prick out the window."
Phoebe cried out in humiliation as she felt his thick rod of hot throbbing flesh drill harder and deeper up into her tortured belly. She clenched her anal muscles, knowing he must want her as tight as possible, and moved her naked buttocks obscenely as she gloried in the feel of his long hard penis jackhammering deeply up into her defenseless rectum. In her loins the fire raged and then began to burst throughout her body. OH GOD! He was going to make her come! She had never thought it would be possible, doing it this way, but it was happening! She cried out shrilly as the moment of orgasm arrived.
Ramming his thickening cock into her cunvulsing backside with renewed violence, he said cruelly, "You coming, bitch? Well, I'll just join you!"
Judge Brogan hated women. He gloried in defiling them, making them his slaves, using them in every unspeakable way and he was in no way above using the law to help him gain his ends. But this one was the best cunt he'd ever had in his life. So proud and pretty and determined to do her own thing. Well, he had reduced her to a groveling, pleading piece of juicy meat. Out of control, she was grinding her tight young ass back on his thick reaming cock and begging for more ... even as tears of pain streamed down her face. He knew she didn't consciously feel the pain. All she felt was the sensual pleasure of being fucked in the ass.
God she was fucking him good. Hot and tight and hungry!
He could not hold back any longer! Losing control of himself, he grabbed her frantically churning hips and pulled her ripe young buttocks to him with all his strength. He began pumping furiously into her tender anal opening, hardly hearing her cries of ecstasy as he brought her to orgasm a second time. His cock thickened and hardened and then the great pool of white-hot semen erupted from his balls and poured down the thick tube on the underside of his jabbing penis, erupting deep up inside her tightly grasping rectum.
Phoebe felt the hot flood of his come spilling into her. It jetted and squirted deep in her back passage, hot and slick, and she moaned in sexual delirium as she screwed back on his spewing penis, absorbing all of it, tightening her rectal muscles to keep the warmth and slickness of it inside her. Nothing like it had ever happened to her before! She had endured the rape of Ray and the cops. She had found herself perversely, obscenely gratified when she had been forced to fuck and suck the renegade badge-men. She had yielded to Matron Beverly's tongue and even felt a thrill when she had been led to eat the older woman's pussy. But nothing had been as wildly satisfying as this!
Her eyes rolling wildly, her blonde hair flaring, the beautiful young vacationer arched her back in the fury of her orgasm, even as Judge Brogan, spent and suddenly weak, slumped heavily over her, his hands reaching to grasp her lust-swollen breasts and massage the extended buds of her nipples.
"You're one hell of a. fuck...." he said.
"And you're one hell of a motherfucker!" It was not Phoebe's voice.
The harsh voice cut through their exhausted panting. Phoebe barely had time to look up as the slender figure in the dark glasses leaped toward the sofa. Confused, Judge Brogan began to raise his head.
Lips drawn tight across his gleaming teeth, the man caught the judge across the back of the head with a blackjack. Phoebe started to scream but the figure shut her mouth with his oversized hand and pinned her to the sofa.
"Shut your fucking mouth," he said urgently. "I saw everything from the door. That perverted fraud deserved to die, he should be glad he'll only have a headache!"
"Sal!" Phoebe gasped. Despite the dark glasses and the unfamiliar clothes Phoebe recognized her brother-in-law. How on earth had he known where to find her? What in God's name could he want from her now? "How did you...? I mean, who told you ...?"
"Remember I told you I had friends on the force...?" He shoved the judge's limp body aside and motioned Phoebe toward her clothes. "Get dressed and do it fast. The boys are waiting just outside."
While Phoebe dressed, Sal kept a lookout in the doorway. He and Ray and Dino had made their way into the courthouse without being seen by anyone. Apparently the matron who had been paid to wait for the judge to finish his pleasure with Phoebe had taken a break, knowing that the judges little sessions often took several hours.
Now, if they could get away with the luck and facility that had made their entry possible, they would be home free. Sal looked into the hall. All clear. He returned to the judge's chambers and pulled Phoebe after him.
When they got to the outside door of the court house, the other conspirators pulled up in an old bread truck that had been converted into a van. Phoebe and Sal jumped in the back and the truck took off.
Phoebe's head was still spinning. Now she was fugitive! If the authorities had found her story hard to believe before, they would never believe her now. She tried desperately to protest to Sal but he was totally preoccupied. She pleaded with him to take her back, to help her ... Why had they taken her away anyway?
Sal gave no indication of his motives. He just sat down on one of the mattresses that covered the floor of the truck and waited for them to arrive at their destination ... still unknown to Phoebe.
After driving about three-quarters of an hour, the truck stopped. Phoebe couldn't see out the windows in front or in back because the truck decorator had covered them with securely fastened drapes, but she could tell that it was turning dark.
When the truck came to a halt, the two-Dino and Ray-who had been sitting in front joined Sal and Phoebe in the back. Suddenly the tone changed from one of waiting to one much more menacing in nature.
"All right," started Sal, "let's get down to business." Phoebe had no idea what he was talking about. Sal approached her and pulled her chin up with a cruel jerk. "Where is it, Phoebe?"
"What? Where's what?" she replied with total bewilderment.
"Never mind the games, honey, just tell us where you stashed the dough and we'll drop you off so you can go back to your judge friend."-
"Honest, Sal, I don't know what you're talking about." Phoebe could feel the tension growing as the three men exchanged quick glances.
"Look, there's no use denying it. You were the only other one in the house." Sal continued, "When I got out of range of those red-neck cops, the first thing I did was to check the suitcase that the money was in ... Nothing. You hear that girl, there was nothing in it. That means you took it out and stashed it somewhere in the cabin. No other way...."
Phoebe was frightened. Before she had been an extra, a possible hostage....Now she was smack in the middle of it. If the money was gone, she knew she didn't stash it anyplace. That meant either one of these guys or one of the cops did find it and put it away for their own use later once the heat was off. Phoebe knew she was in a tight one.
Dino approached Phoebe menacingly. "Come on. hot little cunt lady," he said viciously, "tell
Dino what you did with all that money that we went through so much trouble to get? You don't want us to have to hurt you, do you Miss Phoebe?"
Phoebe inched back, trying to put whatever space she could between herself and Dino. There wasn't much room in the truck. He came nearer, now drawing a knife from his pocket. "You're so young, and so pretty ... what a shame it would be to have to go through life with so many ugly scars...."
It was quickly becoming clear that Dino was quite mad. Phoebe looked from Sal to Ray and back again. There was no help in their eyes, no sign of pity or restraint. .
"I don't know what happened to your money, honest...." Phoebe was on the edge of tears. She was trapped in a truck undoubtedly parked in some secluded area of Los Angeles and surrounded by three men who were convinced she was as great a thief as they were ... Three men who were desperate and short of time to argue or discuss.
Ray seemed to be the most sensitive to Phoebe's apprehension. He approached her and said, "Listen, Phoebe, it's no big deal. It's just that you have some property that belongs to me and my friends. We've just gotta take it back, you see, it doesn't belong to us and the guys we work with would be real pissed off if we couldn't tell them what happened to it. You understand that don't you?"
"But I don't know anything about it!" Phoebe continued to protest.
"Come on. We have no reason to be harsh with you, unless you force us."
"I can't tell you," cried Phoebe, "I can't tell you 'cause I don't know. The cops were there two minutes after you left. I don't know anything! I mean, they raped me. They gang-banged me ... Isn't that enough? I didn't take...." Phoebe noticed a change in the tone of the three men staring at her. Oh no, she thought to herself. Gang-bang. Why did I mention it...?
The three brutes looked from one to the other with insidious grins on their faces. "Well," began Dino, "if the cops used a little sex therapy to get what they wanted, guess we could use the same...."
"Oh no ... please don't!" Phoebe tried to make a break for the door of the van but she was immediately thrown back and a hand was clamped on her face to squelch her cries.
"Now you gonna settle down? Or do we start by tying you up?"
Phoebe nodded her cooperation in the cruel abuse that had been threatened. It would do little good to be beaten and tied viciously if she were still to meet a hideous doom.
The three men went to work with cool precision. In less than a minute six male hands stripped Phoebe naked. She was pressed down on the mattresses that covered the van floor and her legs were cruelly jerked apart as Dino casually removed his clothes.
He took his time, and it was almost unbearable for Phoebe to watch with fear-glistening eyes as he finally dropped his shorts, and a cock so long and thick that it seemed to dwarf the rest of his body sprang out at an acute angle from his skinny body.
"Oh, no...." she moaned, not knowing exactly what was in store for it, but sure she was going to be defiled again. Had she known what they wanted to learn, she would gladly have told them ... but she didn't know. And that was one thing she was sure they didn't believe. Even as she tried to prepare herself for the ordeal, she begged, "Please, don't...."
With dulled eyes, Phoebe watched Dino slowly approach her. He was stroking the rock hard shaft of his penis, squeezing it until the mushroom-shaped head bulged to unbelievable size. She knew her body would have to accept it-and how many others! She had no strength with which to fight what was to come. She could only submit and hope to survive.
In sorry acceptance of her fate, she slowly spread her legs, opening the tight slit of her fair-haired cunt to the lewd gaze of the men, who were also shedding their clothes. She was sure they would kill her when it was done and they discovered she really couldn't tell them what they wanted to know.
"Do it, fuck me! I can't stop you," she said.
"I'll be damned," said Dino, "I think what you want is more than one cock at a time. He grinned down on her obscenely while stroking his eagerly throbbing spike of flesh. "We'll take care of that, you whore! Roll over!"
Phoebe knew what he had in mind, he was going to sodomize her just as the judge had done! Her rectum was still tender from the earlier invasion. Quickly, she clamped her legs together and drew herself into a tight ball on the floor, but the men were on her instantly, slapping her, grabbing her legs and arms, pulling her over onto her belly and prodding her naked young buttocks up high as the lean gangster crawled between her wide-splayed legs.
Tears of shame streamed down her face as she. looked up into her rapists' faces. She felt Dino mounting her from the rear, the blood-swollen rubbery head of his cock sliding between her wide-splayed ass-cheeks, wetting itself in the secretions which were already involuntarily flowing from her tight little cunt. She moaned and, without volition, undulated her lushly ripened body back toward his hot searching penis. She could not deny her own sensuality, not the lewd way she responded to the mere contact with a penis, even in such degrading a situation.
"Goddd...." Phoebe moaned, unable to control her quivering body as it sought his teasing cock. She wanted the hard fleshy staff in her cunt, but instinctively knew it was going to be rammed up her sore anal opening, but she wanted it! She whispered, "Put it in, IN, put it in me now ...!"
"I knew you were a hot bitch, but not this hot," Dino said, still kneeling behind her lewdly waving buttocks. "Get your little ass-hole loosened up, 'cause I'm gonna fill it up, fuckin' cunt!"
Phoebe braced herself for the impending assault on her rectum. She hardly flinched when she felt the hot, rubbery tip pressing against her sphincter. She only drew a deep breath and let it out suddenly as the velvet-smooth blunt end stretched her anus and popped inside the guardian ring. Then she gasped slowly, and swayed her ass lewdly, feeling his impaling cock inch deeper and deeper into her hot rectal channel. She groaned softly at the pain, but it was not as bad as it had been just hours before when Judge Brogan had taken her this way. She wondered if a girl got used to being sodomized, just like in her pussy. Well, whether it felt good or not, she had to endure this humiliation and hope that somehow, she would be rescued, or could manage to pull herself out of the sickening situation.
She felt the hotly throbbing length of his penis sliding up into her anus, pushing rippling waves of tender, sensitive flesh before it, and she began to moan in mingled pain and pleasure.
"You like this, cunt?" Dino asked mockingly.
"I want you all the way in me," Phoebe said shamelessly. "If you're going to do it, I want to feel it!"
"Damn, you're begging." He laughed. "Well, here it comes! Move your fucking ass!"
Grasping her hips, he lunged toward her. Phoebe couldn't repress a scream of pain as his massive cudgel tore up into her straining back passage like a hot bar of steel. She felt his balls smack against her wide-stretched ass-cheeks and bounce on the wetly throbbing lips of her cunt, hitting her clitoris as it rose in excitement at the defilement of her body.
The impaled girl cried out, "Oh, fuck! Fuck my ass, you son of a bitch! Get in deeper!"
"Motherfucker! You really want cock!" Dino cried out as he felt her tight anal muscles milking at his penis. "Well, we'll fix you up good! Ray-stick your prick up her pussy!"
With a wiry strength Phoebe didn't realize the thin man had, Dino tipped her onto her side, then over on top of him, so he was thrust to the hilt in her painfully stretched anus. With her back pressed against his chest, her legs flailed futilely in the air.
Without hesitation, one of the other men flopped on her voluptuously squirming body, his cock huge and hard. She cried out as his hot throbbing penis forced through the wetly clenching outer lips of her pussy.
Phoebe cried out as the burly Ray continued to ram his iron-hard spear of lust-gorged flesh up into her tight little cunt, driving up into her so hard that his balls made a loud wet smacking sound when they hit her sorely-stretched loins.
She was filled to the hilt-front and back-with rampant cocks, and she almost fainted as the agony swept through her skewered young body. She fought to free herself, but every movement only seemed to help them go deeper and deeper into her stretched passages.
The pain was almost unbearable. She could feel the two hot hard penises rubbing against each other inside her churning body, separated only by the thin membrane between her cuntal and anal passages. She writhed and moaned as tears of shame and pain spilled from her tightly closed eyelids.
For an eternity she endured it, being battered between the two raping males. And then the thought of what she must look like swam into her confused mind. Her young voluptuous body captured and buffetted like a mass of foam rubber between the furiously fucking men! She became aware that the pain gradually was vanishing, and now what she was beginning to feel was pure, sensual pleasure. She wanted this ... now that it was happening and unavoidable! Out of her mind, she began to fuck urgently with them, trying to move her body to the wild tempo they set with their viciously driving cocks. She undulated, hot loins surging with them and she began to mewl and cry out softly, then louder and louder.
"Oh, you bastards! Fuck me! Fuck me harder ... deeper! You feel so fucking good! Grind out that cunt, fuck it! Fuck my ass! Pull on my tits!"
Dino rammed his long throbbing member deep into her straining little rectum and felt her internal muscles grab his spearing flesh. "Hey, Sal, stick your cock in her mouth!"
With glazed eyes, Phoebe saw Sal approach, peeling back the thick foreskin of his long throbbing penis, exposing the glistening velvet-textured glans. She was aware of nothing but the two men who were fucking her so beautifully. Whatever they wanted her to do, she would do!
She parted her lips and eagerly gulped at the offered shaft of male flesh.
She almost gagged as the young man rammed himself deep into her wetly ovaled lips. Her nostrils flared as she fought for breath around the thickness of his eagerly pulsing cock thrusting deep into her throat, the bulbous knob almost choking her as it hit her tonsils. Her tongue wrapped around it and she began to bob her head up and down on his thick penis, sucking hard. She felt strong hands grasping her head and tangling in her hair and pulling her straining mouth right to the base of the long pistoning shaft.
This was the ultimate sensation, she thought wildly as she sucked and fucked furiously with her mouth, pussy and anus ... a woman filled in every orifice by a virilely pulsating cock!
Now, if they could only come all at once!
Urgently she strove to make it happen. With the sinuous movements of a wild snake, she twisted her naked buttocks back against Dino's pumping penis, and flexed her tightly gripping cunt around the second invading male member while her lips tightened in a demanding ring around the third rigidly heated cock in her mouth as she sucked and fucked with all her strength.
She heard them panting and grunting as they strove to service her. Their lust-hardened shafts of flesh were filling her brutally, reaming into her plundered pussy while pumping her clenching anus and devouring mouth. They were close-and so was she!
Writhing and sucking and biting and screwing with all her strength, she brought them to the point where they could no longer prolong their pleasure with her defiled body.
She felt her rectum suddenly become hot and slippery as Dino began to come far up inside her straining rectum, his wildly jerking cock drilling into her softly yielding body. And seconds later, the thick pulsing penis in her mouth erupted with great gushing spurts that made her cheeks balloon as she tried to suck and swallow while the heavily laden instrument rammed deep into her straining throat. Her lips ovaled urgently around its base as her fingers grasped and milked the semen-laden balls tightly. Even as this happened, she felt her palpitating pussy being filled with wave after spurting wave of white hot semen from Ray's enormous prick.
Phoebe gasped and cried out as she gulped for air while still trying to draw even more of the liquid passion from the ejaculating penis buried between her greedily sucking lips.
And then, shrieking out her own orgasm, she began convulsing-her naked young body undulating so powerfully that the men were almost unseated. They all collapsed, spent, together. Trembling, Phoebe felt the three diminishing cocks being withdrawn slowly from her satiated body. She was consumed by a wave of guilt, shame and humiliation.
She could not escape being used, but did she have to enjoy it? She had acted like a street whore!
As the men began to withdraw from the scene of their lewdly ecstatic orgy, the door of the van suddenly flew open and the four naked occupants stared directly into the face of Judge Brogan, surrounded by uniformed policemen. They were surrounded.
"Come out with your hands up!" commanded the judge, taking great pleasure in their defenselessly naked condition. Phoebe was horrified at being discovered publicly in this condition yet overwhelmingly relieved at being rescued. If indeed this was a rescue rather than a capture!
The judge and his attending officers allowed the four to put on their clothes before removing them from the van. When Phoebe finally stepped down, she looked toward the farthest police car and therein saw, incredible as it was for her, her mother sitting fearfully next to Dan Shannon. Phoebe immediately passed out from tension, relief, fear, humiliation and shame.
Hours passed before Phoebe revived and finally got the story straight. Apparently Judge Brogan had known all along that Phoebe was innocent. The district attorney had informed his office of their verification of her story before she was even removed from the holding tank. The judge had simply withheld this information thinking that just such a rescue might be attempted by Sal and his men. Judge Brogan had good reason to suspect that they would come for Phoebe since the three officers that had arrested her had also found the money hidden in the pool shed of the desert cabin.
The discovery was held secret so that each of the three robbers would think that Phoebe had taken it and of course would come after her to retrieve it. They had not yet figured out which one of the three had attempted to double-cross his pals ... but then, it didn't really matter much. They would have lots of time to figure it out among themselves once they were put away.
Phoebe was released and left with Dan and her mother to catch a flight back to New England.
EPILOGUE
Mrs. Abbott dozed lightly for most of the flight home. After reassuring herself that her daughter had indeed survived a rather horrifying end to her vacation, Mrs. Abbott gave in to the tranquilizers that the police physician had prescribed and fell deeply asleep.
Dan Shannon sat next to Phoebe when he returned from the washroom. "Pretty wild vacation," he began. Dan still wasn't sure if Phoebe had forgiven him for the scene he had caused before she left.
"Yeah, it certainly was crazy," she responded shyly. Phoebe couldn't help noticing that Dan seemed younger, more robust than the judge or Sal and his men or even Clem, the Vermont truck driver. Her eyes made their way down to the bulge in his pants. There certainly seemed to be a lot in there, if only she could remember exactly....
"I sure hope you'll be able to tell me all about it," continued Dan, "I mean, after the shock is over and you feel like talking about it...."
Phoebe looked up slowly from Dan's crotch. Her eyes measured him carefully using all the lewd experience that the preceding days had given her. She squirmed in her seat as she felt the first trickling wetness escaping from her tired, hungry pussy.
Phoebe leaned over in her seat, pulling Dan a little closer to her. "Gee Dan," she said hesitantly, "I don't know if I'll ever be able to talk about it. I mean there was so much that happened...."
Dan patted her hand with affection. "That's o.k., Phoebe, I understand. You don't have to go back over those dreadful memories ... "
"I might be able to show you some of the things I learned though," she said sleepily.
"That would be great," said Dan.
But Phoebe was already more than half-asleep. As she fell into the reveries of slumber, a smile crossed her lips and her hand fell casually down Dan's chest and settled contentedly on the growing bulge between his legs.
In moments they were both asleep, as the jet roared across the sky toward tranquil New England.
