Mrs. Dawn Johnson lives three blocks down the street from Barbara Hutton, of the Woolworth Huttons. Her house is not nearly so impressive or so large, but the spacious second-floor (over a yard goods and Kaftan emporium) apartment is gorgeous indeed, with all its plush rug wall hangings and hammered brass furnishings.
Life in Tangier is exciting to an ex-patriot of four year's standing, Mrs. Johnson informs us, and her travels throughout Morocco and North Africa have helped immeasurably in preparing her for a life of full-time free-lance writing.
One would hardly detect any of this in Mrs. Johnson's The Neighbor's Play Pen, but she does keep tabs on what's happening in suburban United States, through local newspapers and the daily Herald-Tribune.
She brings a freshness and an uncompromising depth to the character of Amanda Remmick, if at times a little brutally frank and honest. She shows poor little Amanda, stripped of her own family, tossed upon the tender mercies of her Aunt Karel Sutherlund, a libertine of the first order. For her own devious reasons, Karel starts out upon a relentless course of total degradation for poor
Amanda, determined to shatter all the rigid preconceptions of sex and life that Amanda's mother had taught her ... or failed to teach her.
With the help of the next door neighbor's convenient basement, his play pen, and his library of stag films, it was easy for Karel to engineer the loss of Amanda's virginity.
On that fateful evening when Amanda stumbled, unprepared, into the disgusting orgy in the next-door basement, she was still innocent and pure in heart.
She was not to leave the basement in the same condition.
You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surrey Collectors Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly adult reading will want them all, side by side on their private book shelves for definite re-reading and ready reference.
We want to make all Surrey House, Inc. books the perfect reflection of your reading and sexual desires and invite your comments at all times, so we can better serve you. We urge you to write us with exact details of what kind of books you would like to read, and any other sexual matters you are concerned about, IN ABSOLUTE, STRICT CONFIDENCE. It is not even necessary to identify yourself in any way. Only in this manner can we be sure we are giving you precisely what you desire.
No matter is too complex for you to approach us with, and nothing is too difficult for us to attempt. . . but only if you want it . . . and only if you take the time to write us with your specific requirements.
Only you can do it. We here at Surrey House, Inc. only exist to serve you in these matters of great concern.
All especially significant letters will be answered directly, and all story suggestions will be turned over to our staff of writers all over the world.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Amanda stopped - cold; stood transfixed outside her aunt's bedroom doorway. Slender, willowy Karel Sutherlund stood at the giant bed on the far side of the huge room facing away at an angle. She was stark naked, and in her hands an ivory colored object some nine inches long and thicker than Amanda's wrist. Amanda felt an impulse to silently withdraw, but found she could not. It was the first time in her life she had ever seen a naked human body besides her own and the sight spellbound her.
The ivory colored device Karel held was flat on one end and rounded, or bullet-nosed, on the other, and Amanda watched in silent, guilty enthrallment while her aunt dipped slender fingers into a small jar of ointment on the bedside stand and spread it evenly over the bullet-nose and down over the sides. Then Karel lay down on her back on the bed, lifted her knees high and wide, placed the bullet-nosed end of the thing against the great wealth of golden hair between her long thighs, gave a small flick of her loins and, to Amanda's fascinated horror, the enormous, lubricated object passed smoothly from sight up into her aunt's vagina. Sighing blissfully, Karel lowered and closed her thighs, and to Amanda's shocked ears came a barely audible vibrating hum.
An urge to cry out, to flee, beset the young girl in the doorway, yet she was unable to do either, but stood rooted to the spot, motionless, hardly breathing.
Seconds later Karel's ripe breasts swept upward in a quick gasp, her hips jerked sharply a time or two, then her heavy breathing filled the room as she clutched at the bed with both hands and squirmed.
Fifteen minutes earlier Amanda Remmick had turned off the water and stepped from her morning shower wondering at the gray mood enveloping her. She searched her mind but could find no cause for the grayness unless it was, somehow, a delayed reaction from the recent, and frighteningly abrupt, changes of direction her life had taken. A bit over a week ago she had been plodding through the somewhat dreary and unexciting small town day-to-day existence when, without warning, tragedy struck.
All of the family, friends and neighbors in the little southern town of Harpersville had been so kind, so thoughtful and considerate. Especially her father's law partner, the pudgy little Mr. Henry Levi.
"Your parents left you rather well fixed financially, my dear," he told her the morning after the double funeral. "You have a very ample monthly income from the trust your father was wise enough to establish in your behalf some years ago; and of which I am administrator until you become eighteen, two years from now." Mr. Levi paused, the slight frown touching his plump features foretelling distasteful news to come. "But until you do reach eighteen, Amanda, the law considers you a minor, and since she is your only living relative I'm afraid you must go live with your Aunt Karel Sutherlund on the west coast. She owns the Sutherlund Actor's Agency in Hollywood. Do you know her well?"
Amanda shook her head. "I've never seen her, Mr. Levi." She saw no point in telling him her parents rarely mentioned the name of her mother's sister. "Aunt Karel is - quite elderly, I believe."
"I talked with her last night by phone. She'll be at the airport when your plane lands tomorrow. She's delighted at your coming." Mr. Levi sighed heavily. "You be careful out there in Hollywood, Amanda."
Thoughts of her aunt had banished Amanda's gray mood before she finished showering minutes ago. Mr. Levi had been right. Aunt Karel was delighted at her coming, and a close camaraderie had sprung up between them almost at once.
In Amanda's youthful concept of judgments Karel Sutherlund, at thirty-four, was elderly, yet because she also was gay, vivacious and chatty, and lovely, Amanda discovered herself disregarding her aunt's age even before they cleared the airport. That was last Saturday, exactly one week ago. And today, this Saturday, they were to go shopping in the city to purchase for Amanda, as Karel put it, "some swinger clothes and throw those hick duds of yours away."
After drying from the shower Amanda had drawn a robe over her shoulders and sat down at the dressing table to comb her hair only to remember that during their plans for the shopping trip the night before she had left her comb in Karel's bedroom.
And when I get to her bedroom, Amanda thought wildly, staring through the open doorway, I'll find her sticking some strange enormous thing into her and.. . and...
Karel Sutherlund's sharp staccato of gasps from the giant bed inside the room ceased abruptly as she whined through the passing of a massive shudder, then wilted to lay quiet and motionless.
"Hi." She opened sea-green eyes and smiled warmly at Amanda. "Like the show?"
Amanda was thunderstruck. "You - you knew I was watching?"
"Of course, silly goose." Karel laughed throatily. "And now you know how it's done." She stretched luxuriously, voluptuously. "I always like to begin the day with a good, uncomplicated orgasm. It gives one a clearer perspective; and they're so wholesome and relaxing." With a deft movement she lifted one leg, extracted the vibrator from her vagina, sat it upright on the stand beside her bed and motioned for Amanda.
"Come sit beside me, dear. I think it's time you and I made some girl talk."
Woodenly, zombie fashion, Amanda obeyed. In truth, she had not the power to disobey, and when she took a seat beside her aunt, Karel took one of her small hands in hers.
"Tell me, Amanda, didn't Helen ever tell you anything about sex?"
Amanda shook her head mutely, her large amber eyes fixed on those of the older woman. Helen was her late mother's name and so far as Amanda knew from first hand knowledge the word 'sex' had not existed in her mother's vocabulary. Or her father's either, for that matter.
Karel Sutherlund nodded reflectively. "I was afraid of that. Even as a girl your mother was the most frigid, prudish person in the world." At Amanda's quick expression of protest she hurriedly raised a hand. "No, no. Don't misunderstand. I'm not attempting to downgrade the memory of your mother. I loved her too; we were all each other had in growing up. It's just that, by nature I suppose, Helen deplored and shunned sex, which left me a bit agog when I learned of her intentions to marry your father. Yet, did you know that your father accidentally put his hand on her knee the night before the wedding and Helen almost called off their marriage?" Karel did not wait for a reply, but continued.
"I'm sorry I've been rushing off to the office each morning and leaving you here all day by yourself; there's so much we have to talk about." Her voice dropped to a more serious tone. "Amanda, Hollywood can be a terribly disconcerting place for an innocent, naive young ingenue." She paused significantly, looked Amanda straight in the eye. "You are a virgin, are you not, my dear?"
Imperceptively, Amanda shivered. From what, she could not guess. When she failed to answer in a reasonable length of time, Karel patted her hand consolingly.
"You must not be alarmed over my questions, Amanda," Karel insisted gently. "But I do need to know an answer or two - you've never been in bed with a man, have you?"
Amanda Remmick stared at her aunt with that peculiar terrified fascination one sees in the eyes of a bird watching the snake about to devour it.
"Have you, Amanda?"
Amanda shook her head, blushing furiously. "No." The word was the faintest of sounds.
"Did Helen never teach you the language of sex or anything like that? Surely you picked up something from your girl friends at school."
"Not much, I suppose," Amanda whispered dryly. "There was a class in sex education, sort of. They used films of fish, dolphins, in showing the reproductive process, and -"
"Is that all?"
"I - yes."
Karel frowned thoughtfully. It was even worse than she thought; and lucky for them both the 'vitamin' tablet she'd started Amanda taking last Sunday morning at breakfast was really a birth control pill. When and if word got out her niece was a dewy-eyed virgin from the sticks every hard-on in Hollywood would be thumping on the door. Perhaps Robert Mackles next door. . . .
"Well now," Karen Sutherlund said in pretended brusque authority, swinging her long legs off the bed and standing erect, then grinning and winking hugely at Amanda. "As of this moment, Miss Amanda Grace Remmick, your Aunt Karel assumes responsibility for seeing that you learn about certain birds and bees. I'll be back in a moment. Just rest easy while I wash this." She plucked the vibrator off the stand and disappeared into the bathroom.
Amanda, benumbed, sat stone still on the bed listening to the water running in the bathroom. She stared blankly at the open doorway across the room, conscious of a desperate desire to dash through it and escape, yet was equally conscious of an overpowering, obsessive curiosity which forbade her doing so. And where would she escape to? Her aunt's home here in the Canyon was now her home, the only home she had, and - She looked in guilty acknowledgment at her reflection in the mirror of her aunt's dressing table, suddenly knowing the truth. She did not want to escape, to flee. She wanted to learn whatever it was Karel meant to teach her. When this certainty registered fully in her mind, once again she blushed furiously, this time with a strong sense of betrayal of her dead mother.
Even though her mother had never mentioned sex, in a million tiny different ways she had implied, and firmly implanted in her daughter's mind, that sex was vilely obscene, filthy and loathsome. If -
"There now." Karel came from the bathroom and set the cleansed vibrator on the stand again. "Now we begin your sex education, Niece Amanda."
"Aunt Karel!" Terror trembled from Amanda's pallid lips. "You're not going to - to stick that thing in me, are you?"
"Heavens no!" Bright laughter bubbled from Karel's lips, sparkled in her sea-green eyes. "But it's a dandy; I have a friend who makes them, though this model is a bit out of style, really. It's only for home use. Kemp, he's the fellow who makes them, has one now that can be worn anywhere, like a tampon: swimming, dancing, at tennis, and they've got an eighteen hour power supply. They're transistorized, you know. And undetectable. You can even enjoy an orgasm in church if you want. I love the things, but nothing beats a man, of course. A vibrator can't ejaculate, and there's something about a man's body pressing down against yours as his hard penis gushes into your body that, well, it brings with it a deep serenity and contentment that's simply incomparable."
"Aunt Karel!"
"Do I shock you, dear?"
Amanda nodded, though the knowledge the enormous ivory-colored device on the stand was not to be thrust into her body somewhat restored her composure and equilibrium. From meager experience, from those few instances in which Amanda had secretly explored her body, she knew her vagina was scarcely large enough to accommodate one of her aunt's slender fingers, much less a gigantic monster like the vibrator. "It - it frightens me." She cast a furtive look toward the stand beside the bed.
"And it should frighten you, Amanda," her aunt said tenderly. "But fear thrives on lack of knowledge, which is the reason I want you to learn of such things. And first we start with words. First you must know the language of sex before you can discuss it intelligently and learn of it further. Next I'll phone Robert Mackles next door. He has the most fabulous basement in the world and there are some movies I want you to see. If Robert is home this morning, and alone, we'll postpone our shopping trip till later." Karel took a seat next to Amanda on the bed. "Now, first we start off with words...."
Half an hour later they sat in the same position, Amanda regarding her aunt in profound dismay. Her senses whirled in a dizzy spin. New words, strange phrases, expressions she'd never heard of before bounced among her thoughts like so many verbal ping-pong balls. It seemed there were dozens of synonyms for the scant few words denoting the private parts of her own body that she'd learned in the sex education classes at school. Vagina, for instance, was called twat, box, cunt, poon, hairy pie, mink jaw, sausage grinder, snatch; and there were many others. It went on and on and on till -
"I don't expect you to assimilate immediately all I've told you these past few minutes, dear," her Aunt Karel said at last. "But in the movies we may see shortly I want you to think, as you watch the performers, in the terms I've been explaining to you as much as you can. Do you think you can do that?"
Amanda refused to look at her aunt in replying, but kept her eyes lowered. "I'll - I'll try, Aunt Karel." Then, in a burst of sound and raising her eyes, she blurted: "Aunt Karel, is all this necessary?"
Karel regarded her niece solemnly. "Yes, Amanda, it's necessary. It is very, very necessary. Are you still frightened?"
"I - no, but -" Frightened was not the word, exactly. She was still a bit frightened, yes, but she was also strangely repulsed. Perhaps her dear mother had been right. Perhaps sex was vilely obscene, filthy and loathsome.
Karel took her arm and they both stood up. "There's just one other small thing before I call Robert. Here, let me take your robe."
"Why?" Amanda clutched the robe about her as her aunt chuckled affectionately.
"Because, silly goose, I want to teach you something a bit more." She thought of adding: I want to train you not to become the dry, unnatural husk of a woman your mother was, but didn't.
Reluctantly, suspiciously, Amanda relinquished the robe and promptly tried to shield her nudity behind crossed forearms. Karel almost laughed aloud at these actions, but sight of her naked niece caught the laughter short in her throat. Slowly she sat down on the bed, a hint of awe in her sea-green eyes.
It is not a common thing for one female of the species to admit admiration, even to herself, over the beauty and physical perfection of another of her sex, yet at the moment Karel Sutherlund was doing precisely that. Last week at the airport was the first time she'd ever seen her sister's child; there had been some baby pictures years ago when Amanda was born but that was all, and when she saw Amanda descending from the plane she at once decided the teenage youngster of such remarkable beauty - whose facial features held a striking resemblance to those of Kim Darby's - could not possibly be the offspring of her pinch-mouthed, gimlet-eyed sister. Discovering her mistake had been a most pleasant surprise. And now, one week later, as she studied Amanda standing there shy and red-faced, attempting to conceal her nakedness behind her hands, Karel was not only further surprised, but jarred solidly all the way to the core.
This girl-child, this budding female animal in her charge possessed a body of such immaculate physical perfection it was enough to make a dead man spring from his coffin and jack-off. She was flawless. From the yet pinkish, virginal crowns of her plump little breasts to the tips of her toes she was flawless. Her waist was so narrow - Karel felt sure she could span it with her hands - and below the waist Amanda's young hips spread gently off the twin columns of her matchless thighs. Her pubic hair, though somewhat sparse, was the same rich mahogany brown as the hair of her head, while -
"Aunt Karel?" Amanda's tone caused the older woman to glance quickly at her niece's face. "What is it, dear?"
"Are you one of those women such as you spoke of to me a while ago? A - a -" Amanda hunted the new word in her mind. "A Lesbian? Are you going to -?" This next word she sought did not crystallize immediately, so she plunged on with the first substitute she could think of. "Are you going to intercourse me?"
Karel gaped a moment before understanding, then fell back on the bed midst squeals of feminine laughter. Minutes passed before she recovered, and when she did she pulled Amanda down onto the bed beside her.
"The word is 'fuck', dear, though I suppose intercourse does just as well," Karel said, traces of the laughter still showing. "And the answer to both questions is no. I am not going to fuck you and I am not a Lesbian, though I have enjoyed sex with women on numerous occasions."
"Then -?"
"Then what am I going to do?" Karel interrupted.
Amanda nodded hesitantly, somehow vastly relieved. "Yes, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to begin to get you accustomed to someone else touching your body. They never have, have they?"
"I - not that I can remember."
"I thought as much. And since I want you to meet Robert and see his films soon as possible, this will be brief." She raised up on the bed and braced herself with one arm. "Move your knees a little farther apart, now, and just relax. There. That's it."
The delicate touch of her aunt's fingers at her crotch shot a bolt of raw electricity through Amanda's body.
"Just lie still, dear," Karel murmured. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Amanda flinched despite this assurance, cringed and tried to grind her buttocks into the bed to escape her aunt's inquisitive fingers as they adroitly parted the sensitive folds of her twitching vaginal flesh. Next Karel placed a tapered forefinger lengthwise in the hot little moist valley of her labia.
"How does that feel, Amanda?" Karel asked quietly.
"I - I don't know," Amanda gasped. This was not true, though from Amanda's point of view it was no lie, either. Since she had no criterion by which to judge, nor yet at the moment the ability to describe her feelings, her answer served well enough.
"Would you like to cum, dear?"
"You mean, have an - an -?"
"Yes," her aunt nodded. "Would you like to have an orgasm?" Karel lowered herself to an elbow and brought their naked bodies firmly together. Moments ago, in saying she was no Lesbian, she had spoken the truth, therefore she was more than a little surprised when pressure of her flesh against the satiny smoothness of her niece's caused sharp prickles of lust to overspread her body. "Let's try for you an orgasm, huh?" she whispered hoarsely.
Amanda did not reply. She could not. An odd thumping sound had commenced in her ears and her throat suddenly felt too constricted for utterance. She flinched again, and ground her buttocks with greater effort into the bed when the tip of her aunt's exploring finger eased cautiously into her panting vagina.
"Oh!" Amanda gasped desperately. "Oh! Oh!"
Then it struck. A searing burst of flaming ecstasy exploded in Amanda's virginal loins and she seized her aunt about the neck with both arms, crying out piteously and snapping her hips away from Karel's finger.
"Ahh, that's better," Karel smiled. "Much, much better." It was a hundred percent better than sister Helen had ever done, if Karel's suspicions were correct. Before moving to Harpersville shortly after her wedding Helen had grudgingly, bitterly admitted that she felt nothing pleasurable from her husband's love making. Nothing, absolutely, whatsoever.
"Scoot now," Karel smacked Amanda playfully on the thigh. "Run dress while I do the same and call Robert to see if we pay him a visit."
Amanda made it back to her bedroom on rubbery legs, and when she closed the door she leaned back against it, staring dumbly in despair about the room.
"Dear God, dear God," she whimpered feebly. "What manner of creature have I suddenly become?"
CHAPTER TWO
When Amanda and Karel reached the Robert Mackles residence some time later by way of a back yard gate in the tall hedge separating the two properties, Amanda looked at her aunt's neighbor with unaccustomed interest. Despite his age - Amanda figured him to be nearing middle age as Karel was - Robert Mackles was easily the most handsome man she had ever seen off the movie screen.
"Amanda?" He smiled warmly at Karel's introduction as the three of them stood in the front parlor of his luxuriously appointed home.
"What a truly beautiful name. Did you know that it means: Worthy of being loved? That's -" He stopped, gave Amanda a quick double-take. Karel laughed softly.
"I was wondering how long it'd take you to notice it," she said. "I caught it when she got off the plane."
"Great Scott," Robert Mackles muttered. "It's amazing; simply amazing." He tossed a glance at Karel and laughed shortly, then stared at Amanda again. "It's not easy to believe, Amanda. Did you know you and Kim Darby might easily pass for identical twins ... a change of hair style, perhaps, and - no. That's all. It could be done with the hair alone, no make-up necessary."
"Robert is retired, dear," Karel explained to her niece. "Though he acts as make-up consultant to one of the major movie studios in town."
Amanda, slightly embarrassed at being compared to a famous movie personality in the presence of this handsome stranger, shifted self-consciously from one foot to the other and kept her eyes lowered.
"Are you going to try for a screen test with her?" Mackles asked Karel with interest.
Karel shrugged, shaking her head. "So far she's never shown any interest in becoming an actress."
Amanda felt somewhat like a piece of merchandise being discussed by strangers and, secretly hoping they might see the movie her aunt deemed so important to her sex education and then go on with their shopping trip, she made known her wishes in an anxious voice. "Aunt Karel, maybe we can go shopping after we see the movie, if we hurry."
"You are serious about her seeing the films, are you not?" Mackles asked Karel.
"Very serious," Karel smiled.
"And the rest of the basement?"
Karel nodded. "And the rest of the basement too, but later." She slipped an arm around Amanda's tiny waist. "I think you're right, dear. We will go shopping after seeing the film."
They descended a long flight of stairs, Mackles leading the way and, due to the poor lighting at the time, Amanda sensed rather than saw that the basement was a vast one, apparently much larger than the house above it. When Mackles flicked a light switch at the foot of the stairs she discovered she was right, though the single bulb he turned on revealed little more than a dozen or so lounge chairs near one wall facing a movie screen at the opposite end of the huge underground room. Amanda made out vague outlines of a number of unidentifiable objects and, incredibly, thought she saw a swimming pool and small dance floor near the center of the place.
"You sit up there, dear, near the front," Karel told her when they reached the chairs. "Robert and I have something to discuss and don't want to interfere with your watching."
Amanda seated herself in one of the plush chairs without replying, wondering what could be so important about these films her aunt insisted on her seeing. Since their erotic encounter in Karel's bedroom her emotions had been in seething turmoil. A dozen times since the incident she had felt the hot blush of shame sting her face, and yet, co-mingled with this shame was the burning memory of that delicious burst of ecstasy in her loins her aunt's impudent finger had triggered. The surge of self-denigration which had smitten her immediately following the return to her bedroom had swiftly dissolved in face of a persistent question: Could anything so sweetly rapturous as an orgasm be vilely obscene, filthy and loathsome? If her mother -
"All set?" Mackles voice came from somewhere behind her. "Here we go."
The lights went out. A moment later Amanda heard the muted whirr of a movie projector and a swath of brilliance stabbed through the darkness to flood the screen up front, which at first remained a blank, blinding white. Then the screen darkened and Amanda read the film's title: Johnny and Mary at play. No credits, no hint the film was in color, just: Johnny and Mary at play.
The opening scene showed a dark-haired, olive-complexioned young woman, which Amanda took to be Mary, in a bedroom approaching a door. She wore a white gossamer nylon nightie that came to the tops of her thighs, and so thin it was obvious she wore neither panties nor bra. The deep cleavage of her honeydew melon breasts showed above the vee of the garment at the top. Amanda started in surprise when Mary opened the door. A muscular young man with long sideburns and wearing T-shirt and trousers stood there.
"Ooooh, Johnny," Mary sighed dreamily. "I thought you never would get here." She lowered her eyes to the very large bulge at his crotch and laughed happily. "And it seems you've arrived just in time."
"And it seems you're most observant," Johnny laughed.
"How could I help being?" Mary's eyes never left the bulge. "You're quite a man."
Amanda stared round-eyed and gulped noisily, remotely conscious of her Aunt Karel and Robert Mackles behind her talking in hushed whispers. But as Mary crossed the room and sat down on the bed, leaning back on both elbows, Amanda forgot everything else but the actors. The softness of Mary's nightie rode up over her lush thighs when she leaned backward, exposing the silky floss of her pleasure mound at the base of her smooth brown belly. She motioned with her head toward the bed, indicating for Johnny to take a seat, which he did, reaching over with one hand to trace his nails in small circles over her stomach. Mary shivered at the contact of his fingers against her flesh.
"Mmmm," she sighed. "It's going to be so wonderful to have you fuck me."
Amanda jerked bolt upright in her chair, eyes fairly popping, unable to believe her ears. She was certain Mary had said Johnny was going to -
"God, but you're beautiful," Johnny mumbled thickly. Amanda saw his nostrils flang with lust.
Mary leaned against him, pouted fetchingly, said in a teasing tone: "You do want to fuck me, don't you Johnny?"
The lewd words coming from her lips seemed to excite him further. "God yes."
"Then tell me. Let me hear you say the words."
"I want to fuck you!" Johnny almost shouted.
"How?" Mary breathed hotly against his cheek.
"I want to fuck you long and hard and deep!"
"Then get your clothes off, darn it," Mary groaned. "Get your clothes off and get it in me before I cum just from thinking about it."
Mary fell back on the bed, squirming out of her nightie as Johnny stood quickly and began jerking at his clothes. When he stepped free of his trousers and dropped his shorts Amanda simply boggled, running the tip of a pink tongue repeatedly over suddenly parched lips. Her eyes riveted on the great, blood-bloated sex-cudgel which Johnny, for the benefit of any unseen audience, turned and wagged threateningly at her. Amanda cringed - and lost all contact with reality save that on the screen before her.
"Ooohhh, I like that, I like, I like," Mary crooned at sight of Johnny's big cock. "Eeeeyi, how I want to feel it stirring in my cunt." She lunged forward, grabbed Johnny by the arm and fell back on the bed, pulling him down on top of her. Their mouths locked tightly as one of Mary's hands worked down between their naked bodies, searching for his stiff prick. Johnny gnashed his teeth in a frenzy of lust when her soft fingers closed about it.
Mary massaged her pubic mound up at him as they twisted and squirmed on the bed and the cameras moved in for a tight close-up, showing nothing but those areas of their loins. Suddenly Mary swung her legs wide, raised her knees high and back, and Amanda sat death-still, watching Mary's hand delicately guide Johnny's huge, veined sex-stalk toward the steamy heat of her vaginal opening. When the glistening bald knob of the purplish glans came within half an inch of its goal the action slowed, seemed hardly to move at all, yet the massive end of the hungry prick gradually eased forward.
Mary gasped wildly, desperately, when it kissed the highly sensitized flesh of her pussy, gasped again as the end of it nudged its way gently into her vulval sphincter, then loosed a long, hissy sigh of joy unrestrained as the thick, rigid stump of his cock commenced to burrow from sight up into the hot confines of her quivering belly.
They lay motionless for a moment while the camera shifted to give a closer, clearer view of the coupling, and Amanda saw the twin oblongs of Johnny's balls in their hairy scrotum resting neatly in the cleft of Mary's spread buttocks. Once, quickly, Mary's anus blinked, as though in protest at the unaccustomed light. Then the camera withdrew just enough so that the fucking couple occupied the entire screen.
Johnny forced his hands between the mattress and Mary's shoulders, ran them down the curve of her back, fondling the raised ridges of her spine as her hips began to undulate gently, her hot passage sucking on the rigid prong of his sex-meat. Her thighs rested at an acute angle back along his sides, and when he hunched his hardness deep into her belly his balls softly smote her unprotected anus.
"Oh God, but you feel good inside me," she whined in a lather of passion, slithering her tongue into his waiting mouth and writhing her tummy against his. Her nails trailed across his back, leaving narrow red weals in their wake.
Johnny pushed his hands farther down, cupped them around the firm fullness of her buttocks, then pulled her open crotch up tighter against him, slowly pumping and grinding his loins, striving to work his hard cock deeper into the hot wetness of her yearning quim.
Mary's ass commenced to move in a more vigorous action, rotating upward at each of his in-strokes, but abruptly stopped to sweep her legs down and around, crossing her calves behind his thighs, locking him to her.
"OOOOH, FUCK ME, JOHNNY. FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she sobbed into his mouth in an agony of lust, her eyes tightly closed and pelvis grinding.
Johnny groaned like a wounded moose as his plundering cock bored into her. His balls thumped rhythmically against her asshole while her greedy cunt milked at his marauding prick with flawless expertise. Suddenly he thrust in his rod to the limit then withdrew it until nothing but the nub of it remained in the grip of her seething cunt, then slammed forward, again plunging the full length of his battering ram to the ultimate fraction into her body with such force the keen note of a dainty female fart zinged around the room. Next he began hammering his meat hard into the flaccid flesh of the female straddle beneath him while Mary strained up and back, pushing her loins against him until they were both lifted inches off the mattress. She sobbed in hopeless abandon from his merciless, vigorous thrusts, raising her legs once again to open and close them around his laboring hips as her famished cunt gulped up and down in the chanting rhythm as old as the act of fucking itself. Her mouth gaped wide from the intensity of her passion, her dark head lashed from side to side, all the while her gorging twat struggling to capture and swallow his jouncing nuts.
Without warning, Mary's feet shot straight up into the air, her legs swung wide, then swept toward each other to scissor Johnny's waist; a move she kept repeating in tempo with the hard roll of male sex-flesh pistoning into her belly. A weird gurgle bubbled from far down in her throat, and on the heels of it she relaxed completely, said matter-of-factly in a calm, clear voice: "Johnny, I'm about to cum."
And then she went wild, insane, exploded underneath him in a mad frenzy of clawing nails, of thrashing legs, the piercing, eerie shriek of lust running amok, tearing past her bared teeth as she snapped viciously at his shoulder. Her eyes protruded dangerously from the full force of the orgastic onslaught, veins swelled on her neck and she chewed her tongue in a seizure of mindless bliss as her body lurched and heaved, the flat plain of her belly-flesh striking that of the man riding her with resounding slaps.
"EEEE! GOD! FUCK HARDER! FUCK HARDER!" she shouted.
Suddenly she froze, arms tight about her partner's neck, thighs tight about his waist, and her ragged breathing filled the basement with sound when a violent shuddering seized her and her belly muscles knotted while the fiery flesh of her inflamed cunt convulsed around the hard cock plundering her secret places in spastic desperation.
A moment more and it was over, and again she relaxed, this time to whisper hoarsely: "I beat you to it, Johnny. I came before you did."
"Not much!" he grunted explosively.
"Are you about to?" she whispered happily.
"Gnyaah!"
Immediately she began rocking her hips to accommodate him, rolling them in a manner that took him all, smoothly, easily, at each in-stroke, sucking and massaging his bloated cock with her inner-cunt muscles each time he withdrew.
"Go ahead, Johnny," she urged softly, gently. "Cum into Mary, cum into Mary, fill her with your man-seed."
"Gnyaah-hah!" Johnny snorted like a startled bull.
"Ayeee, that's it lover. Flood me, flood me," she cooed, caressing the cheeks of his galloping ass. "Aahhh, Johnny." She squirmed her hips greedily around his disgorging cock. "Oommm, I feel it, I-"
"Gnyaah-hah!"
" -feel it gushing inside me. More, Johnny, more, more - oooeee - Jesus! I bet I slosh when I walk, lover."
Johnny launched one final mighty hunch and held it, gasping for air like a second hand pump in a dry well, then slowly sank downward, pressing the girl under him firmly into the mattress, and the film ended. Johnny and Mary at play had no plot, the dialogue was stiff and awkward, producing the film had required no artistic talent whatsoever and the entire showing had taken less than ten minutes, yet by those who considered themselves qualified judges of such films, it was considered a front-runner simply because it did, and did well, precisely what it had been produced to do - act as an erotic stimulant, a visual aphrodisiac - except to Amanda Remmick. It stunned her, left her dry-mouthed and shaken. And little wonder.
Before seeing the film she had not been totally ignorant as to how the sex act was performed, but to be hit unexpectedly smack across the face with the raw graphics of a "quickie" utterly devoid of all pleasurable fringe embellishments was indeed something from the other end of the stick. She sat huddled in the overstuffed lounge chair, thoughts in a veritable muddle, at the moment roundly puzzled as to whether her mother had not been right, that sex was, after all perhaps, vilely obscene, filthy and loathsome.
Amanda did not recognize the tiny insistence nagging far in the back of her mind as a dormant impulse to request that the film be shown a second time.
In the sudden hush following the conclusion of the film Amanda once again heard her aunt and Robert Mackles behind her, conversing in quiet tones. When the lights snapped on she rose from her seat and hesitantly turned in their direction.
"How did you like it, dear?" Karel asked.
Amanda said nothing, merely swallowed hard. And, try as she might, found she could not force herself to look either her aunt or their handsome host in the face as they came to where she stood.
"She's embarrassed," Robert Mackles said to Karel. "And in view of what you've been telling me, I can easily understand why."
Amanda gulped, "Are there - other films?"
Then added hurriedly to hide her confusion over the question: "That I have to look at today?"
"No, dear." Karel placed a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Not today. Now we go shopping for your clothes, and a special plaything I have in mind for you."
CHAPTER THREE
Amanda stood in the center of her bedroom in a veritable dither of excitement. On the chairs, on the dressing table stool, on the dressing table itself and on the bed were heaped the fruits of her shopping trip into town with her aunt. And the clothes were hers! All hers! Zany, wild, wonderful clothes she would never have dreamed of buying back in Harpersville. She had tried on each garment at least three times, each time studying herself in the mirror. At the moment, however, she did not realize she was not regarding the fit of one of her latest purchases, but studying her unclothed self in the mirror with deep interest.
Unknowingly she began comparing each feature of her naked body with those of her aunt's, frowning a bit in disapproval at what she saw, convinced she could never equal the beauty of Karel Sutherlund.
"She's so alive," Amanda murmured into the glass. "So vital. If -"
"Amanda, dear." Karel Sutherlund entered the bedroom, a box half the size of a box of chocolates in her hand. She stopped near the bed, green eyes sweeping Amanda slowly from toes to crown with a look no knowledgeable observer would have misinterpreted. As with earlier in the day when they both lay naked on her bed, again Karel was surprised at the stirrings of Lesbianism in her loins. This niece of hers. . . .
"Yes?" Amanda turned quickly, but made only the slightest feint to conceal her nudity.
Karel studied the expression of dewy expectancy on Amanda's face a long moment before replying. "Do you remember that little plaything I promised you, and that pharmacist I went into a huddle with in that drug store when we were in town this morning?"
Amanda nodded. At the time she had busied herself with a chocolate soda and a chicken salad sandwich while her aunt held a quiet conversation with the bespectacled man in the back of the store.
"That was Kemp," Karel continued. "Armond Kemp. I mentioned him earlier; the one who makes the vibrators?"
A second time Amanda nodded.
"Well," Karel went on, "I had him make us both one." She opened the package she carried. "They're the new walk-around kind, as they're called. I've been meaning to get one for myself for ages. You can wear them anywhere without detection. Just like a tampon."
Amanda's expression changed. She regarded her aunt solemnly, and winced slightly at the invisible bolt of heat-lightning that ignited between them as their eyes locked. It shook her. Karel, the first to look away, suddenly felt herself bordering an emotional quandry, then giggled impulsively from the knowledge she wanted sexual intimacies with her niece.
"Yes, Aunt Karel?" Amanda's young voice held an odd thickness.
Without warning, Karel's mind decided she would have those intimacies with her niece. It was in direct opposition to her basic philosophy of life and the tenets of the Mercy Club to entertain persistent sexual hungers, and the unquestionable knowledge that she yearned for another female's body distrubed her not at all. As she had informed Amanda earlier, on various occasions in the past she had engaged in sexual intercourse with other females - there were numerous Lesbian and bi-sexual girls in the Mercy Club - but this was the first time in her life she had ever actually hungered for intimate contact with one of her own sex. She wondered briefly what effect such contact might have on this girl-child that was her niece, but it was essential that Amanda learn of Lesbianism. And best she learn from someone who had a personal interest in her welfare and proper sex education. For a certainty she wanted Amanda to learn about Lesbianism before the child fell into the hands of Marge McGhee, or attended one of the gatherings the Club in Robert Mackles' basement.
"Kemp works fast," Karel said, the odd thickness now in her voice also. "And I told him these were a rush job. A special messenger delivered them a few minutes ago."
"Delivered what, Aunt Karel?"
"These, silly goose," Karel smiled warmly, indicating the package she carried. "Our vibrators." She took from the package a small device some four inches long and hardly larger in circumference than the ordinary ballpoint pen. At one end was attached a small-gauge plastic-coated wire. At the opposite end of the wire was a small button no bigger than a pea.
"This little one is yours," Karel explained. "I had Kemp make it especially small because you are a virgin. And this little button here is the on-off switch. Simply place the vibrator into your vagina, and if you're wearing it in public put on your panties and bring the wire up under the front of them so that the switch will be held by the waistband, and when you want a good, jarring orgasm all you do is press the switch lightly. Nothing could be simpler."
Amanda stood with feet slightly apart, hands cupping her breasts as she stared hard at the mini-vibrator - her aunt's, still in the box, was much, much thicker and longer. She had always loved her mother, and cherished her mother's memory, but only a moment ago some mysterious, invisible force had flashed between her and her aunt when their eyes locked, and the force loosed in Amanda's young breast a great out-pouring of tender emotions toward her Aunt Karel, emotions she had never before felt for any other person. And with this out-pouring came the banishment of any and all qualms regarding her sex education she had previously been prey to. Even so, prospects of having a foreign object inserted into her body, and especially into the sensitive flesh of her vagina, gave her pause.
"I - do I have to wear it, Aunt Karel?"
Karel laughed softly. "Oh, shush. Remember what I told you? Lack of knowledge breeds fear? Let's go into my bedroom where it isn't so cluttered and I'll teach you how to use it. We'll come back later and hang up your new clothes."
Only while following her aunt down the hall to the other bedroom did Amanda become acutely conscious of the fact that she was going about the house with not a single stitch of clothes on and, strangely, instead of a sense of shame she ordinarily would have experienced, was aware of a' peculiar sense of elation and freedom. This feeling, in addition to the great welling of tender affection for her aunt that had blossomed in her breast but seconds ago, prompted a question from her young lips when they reached the bedroom, a question which startled her no less than it delighted Karel.
"Aunt Karel?" They stood beside Karel's enormous bed.
"Yes, dear?" Karel was already anointing the mini-vibrator with ointment from the jar on the bedside stand.
"Aunt Karel, how do Lesbians - uh -?" Amanda paused, not because this time she could not recall to mind the word 'fuck', but because to her at the moment the word seemed gross and unrefined in relationship to her aunt.
"Amanda, dear." Karel wiped ointment from her hands with a tissue and turned toward her niece. "Amanda, dear," she repeated gently. "There is nothing wrong with the word 'fuck'. It's a good, tough Anglo-Saxon word, a descriptive verb denoting sexual union, and is shunned only by the bigoted, the narrow-minded and the ignorant. But since it is a relatively new word to you, and until you become accustomed to its use, use any synonym you choose. But don't shun the word because you think it's vulgar. It isn't. After all, it's the most widely used and thought-of word in the English language. Now, what was your question, dear?"
"How do Lesbians fuck?"
Karel had not undressed on returning from their shopping trip, and now began removing her garments, making no attempt to conceal her face and the pleasure the question incited. "Learning that is also part of your education. Would you like for me to teach you?
The shrill peel from the telephone on the stand beside the bed prevented Amanda's reply. Karel picked up the instrument with a gesture of impatience, which quickly vanished the instant she heard the man's voice from the other end of the wire.
"Bernie!" she cooed into the mouthpiece. "Of course I'll have mercy on you - where are you? The corner phone booth. Then hurry. I'm naked and waiting and the front door is unlocked." She replaced the phone and turned quickly to Amanda.
"That was Bernie Katzman, Hollywood's current boy-wonder producer - every film he turns out becomes pure box office gold. He was passing on his way to the studios when the urge struck him and he needs a quickie." Karel stopped, regarded her niece intently, then continued softly. "You don't object to your aunt giving Bernie a mercy fuck, do you?"
Amanda shook her head in dismay, not understanding. "You mean you're going to - to fuck him, Aunt Karel? Just like that?"
Karel nodded happily. "That's right. Just like that. After all, Bernie is a member of the Mercy Club. It's my duty to let him have it if he wants it. And it won't take five minutes."
Karel did not add that prospects of coupling with a man temporarily set aside her interest in teaching Amanda the arts of Lesbian love and the use of the mini-vibrator. Such prospects superceded all her other sexual leanings. Lesbian love with Amanda would be a precious something to enjoy later, and vibrators had their place in the scheme of sexual things, but nothing could be compared to the wonder of a hungry, demanding male cock plundering about in her belly. Nothing on earth could be compared with it. Nothing! "Would you like to watch?"
Amanda gulped rustily. "Watch?"
"That's right, dear. I won't mind - it'll be good for your education - and I'm positive Bernie won't object. We won't even tell him you're here. I'll tell you what. Slip under the bed and watch through the mirror. You'll be able to see a reflection of everything that goes on. Okay?"
Without being fully aware she did so, Amanda, heart pounding in quick excitement, scooted with alacrity under the giant bed to lay on her back looking back over her head into the mirror, which gave her a clear and unhampered view of the entire room.
"Is the mirror at the proper angle for you to see everything?" Karel asked.
"It's perfect," Amanda replied in a tone taut with suspense and foreign to her ears.
Karel gave no answer to this, but stood at the bedside stand, one leg cocked upon the bed, carefully coating her labia majora with the ointment, making certain the external pucker of her vulval sphincter was well covered with the lubricant. It was really unnecessary, however. Ever since watching the erotic film at Robert Mackles earlier in the day she'd been as ready to be fucked as she'd ever been in her entire life, but the vibrant urgency in Bernie Katzman's voice during their brief phone conversation told her there would be no preliminaries for this quickie session and Bernie, sometimes, especially when his need was great, could be a bit rough. The ointment was for just-incase.
From under the bed, waiting in a daze of breathless expectancy for she knew not exactly what, Amanda heard the front door slam. This was followed promptly by the sound of rapidly pounding male footsteps, and seconds later Bernie Katzman rushed into the room unbuttoning his coat.
Early in his Hollywood career Bernie Katzman had been a dancer, and a famous dancer at that. In fact, it was he who devised and perfected the method of doing the very difficult Spanish Flamenco on roller skates. But nature had played him false. In his mid-twenties he had been tall, slender and graceful, as befitted his profession, but by his thirties he had broadened considerably, developed thick pads of muscle on torso and limbs, and grown great tufts of glistening black hair on his shoulders, down his back and in front from the neck to knees. It ruined his dancing career, for after that he resembled in dancing nothing so much as he did a great, closely cropped bear gamboling about.
Shortly thereafter he hit Hollywood's skid row with a resounding thud, where he remained until an aging filmland queen learned of the size of his genitals and informally adopted the man. Later she finagled him into the position of producer of a two-bit Class B horse opera, and when it was released the film shocked Hollywood's financial world by coining a mint for its backers - and Bernie Katzman shot to the top of the success ladder a second time, where he had now been for the past several years.
"It's good of you to see me on such short notice, sugar-doll." The words rumbled from his barrel chest as he panted from the fires in his loins.
Karel's soft laughter quivered a bit from an urgency of her own. She lay on the bed on her back, one knee drawn up. "It's no bother, Bernie. Honest. I'm as ready as you are. This will be a mercy fucking for both of us."
Amanda stared open-mouthed from under the bed as Katzman flung free his clothes, the shedding of each garment revealing additional areas of his hairy, muscular frame, and when he shoved down his shorts she clapped a quick hand across her mouth to stifle a gasp of disbelief. Dear God in Heaven! She lay stone still, breath suspended, gaping at the two gigantic hairy oblongs dangling from Bernie Katzman's crotch. They were larger than baseballs and jiggled with his movements. Yet they in themselves were not half as awe inspiring and fearful as the enormous sex-club, heavily veined and throbbing madly, that thrust upward along his hairy belly at a sharp angle, its bloated, semen-dribbling head almost reaching his navel.
She shuddered in spite of her efforts to remain calm and objective, shuddered and cringed and struggled without success to pull her eyes from the terrible device. Surely Aunt Karel would not, could not permit such an enormity to be driven into her body.
Seconds later Amanda discovered how thoroughly mistaken she was. Karel raised her other knee, then dropped her long thighs wide apart as Bernie lunged for the bed, and a moment after that Amanda watched the blunt end of Bernie's cock kiss the inflamed flesh of her aunt's pussy, hesitate a fraction, then glide smoothly, sweetly from view into the hot confines of Karel's quivering belly.
Again Amanda shuddered. The day had been a series of emotional cataclysms: First there had been the shocking discovery of her aunt servicing herself with a mechanical penis; next came her introduction to the language of sex, after which Karel had masturbated her; then came the sex film at Robert Mackles' next door and the mini-vibrator Karel had caused to be made especially for her. And now this - her lying beneath a bed while on it a totally strange man rutted on her lovely aunt with ravishing gusto. It was too much to assimilate in so short a time. Amanda's emotions were too young and under-developed to sustain such a jarring sequence of unexpected events without backlash. Overwhelmed, she rolled to her tummy, folded her head in her arms and commenced to weep profusely in utter frustration tinged with distress.
Yet despite this preoccupation with her conflicting emotions Amanda could not ignore the vigorous sex-hassle taking place inches above her. The bed rocked crazily, as if two wild animals were atop it, locked in throes of deadly combat. Snorts and grunts and lustful pantings filled the room until they terminated somewhat abruptly in a ragged sob of release from her aunt, and a desperate, whining growl of orgasm from Bernie Katzman. Then silence, a silence overlain only by the muted sighs of massive after-coming. At last she heard Katzman whisper hoarsely:
"You're the best, sugar-doll. The best in the whole goddamn world, bar none."
"You're no slouch yourself, Bern," Karel sighed quietly. "I needed that fuck in the worst way."
"I wish to hell we had time for another go, but I'm due at the studios in half an hour and the boss can't raise hell with his employees if he's late himself." Katzman was rolling off the bed for his clothes as he dressed. "That damn feisty-assed little Cheri Hays has decided to recover from one of her temperamental tantrums and we're ready to shoot again."
"She's the girl you're starring in Can-Can Tilly?"
"Yeah, goddamn it. Signing her up is the stupidest thing I've ever done. But when these last few re-takes are finished she's out, through, finished - for keeps. You seen Marge McGhee lately?"
"She phoned me the middle of the week. Why?" Karel sat up on the side of the bed to watch Katzman dress, shreds of the orgasm he'd given her still making her pussy twitch.
"She says a niece of yours is staying with you now."
"Yes." Karel hesitated. She had kept Amanda sheltered from the Hollywood crowd thus far, and wanted to keep her sheltered -until the child was better oriented sexually. Amanda simply wasn't ready yet. "She's somewhere about. Probably in her room."
Katzman finished buttoning his shirt and climbed into his trousers. "If I don't make it to the Club's whing-ding tonight, you tell Robert I'll catch the next one, huh?" He stepped to the bed and gave Karel an affectionate peck on the cheek. "I'm sorry, sugar-doll, but I simply gotta scoot."
His rapid footsteps died down the hall and the front door slammed again before Amanda raised her tear-stained face from her arms.
"Amanda," Karel asked quietly. "Are you there?"
"Y-yes, Aunt Karel."
Something in the young girl's voice touched Karel Sutherlund with alarm and she bent quickly to help Amanda crawl from under the bed.
"Amanda!" she exclaimed in deep concern. "You've been crying! Whatever on earth for?"
"I-I don't know, Aunt Karel."
This innocuous answer revealed to Karel far more than was displayed on the surface, and by the very nature of the words gave her the key to Amanda's immediate dilemma - the child suffered from a fierce, near hysterical need for sexual relief, had been thrown into an emotional quandary by the recent series of events. Solution to the dilemma was simplicity itself, from Karel's point of view, and her agile mind swiftly made plans accordingly. She placed a protective arm around Amanda's shoulders.
"Come with me, dear. A nice, invigorating shower will make you feel worlds better."
"We're going to bathe . . . together?" Miraculously, on the spot, Amanda's frustrations began to dissipate.
"Do you object?" Karel turned them toward the bathroom.
"Oh no. I don't object. It's just that... that . . ."
"That you've never bathed with another person before? Is that it?"
"Yes, Aunt Karel."
Karel shook her playfully, in close camaraderie. "Well now, Miss Amanda Grace Remmick, that is a situation about to be altered forthwith."
They were in the shower section of the large bathroom before either spoke again.
"How did you like him, dear?" Karel asked, adjusting the water temperature.
"Who, Aunt Karel? Mr. Katzman?"
Karel nodded.
"I didn't watch," Amanda continued. "Not after you . . . got together. I was afraid he might split you open. He's so . . . huge."
Karel laughed happily. The fires in her loins that Katzman had temporarily reduced to embers were beginning to flame anew, which brought to Karel's mind the fact that prior to Bernie Katzman's arrival she had been about to teach Amanda the delights of Lesbian love.
"Amanda." She spoke distinctly so her words would carry above the sound of the spray. "Do you remember asking me a while ago how Lesbians make love?"
Amanda nodded eagerly. "Yes."
"Then I asked if you wanted me to teach you, but Bernie's telephone call cut in and you never did answer."
Amanda's large dark eyes held her aunt's, but she said nothing.
"Would you like for me to teach you now?"
"Here?" Amanda swallowed hard at the sudden flutter of excitement in her tummy. "In the shower?"
"And why not, silly goose? At least we can start in the shower.
A quarter of a minute passed before the final remnants of Amanda's frustrations that broke the surface under the bed vanished completely and her lovely face blossomed into a radiant smile. "Yes, Aunt Karel, I'm still curious."
"Good." Karel placed her hands on Amanda's shoulders, turned her around, drew her close and backed them both under the spray of the shower. The instant the smooth firmness of Amanda's naked young flesh touched hers, prickles of lust swept over Karel's willowy body. Her nostrils flanged like those of a mare in heat, and she was hard put to control the quivering inside her as she circled Amanda's waist from behind, hands on the girl's lower tummy.
Amanda flinched at the touch of fingers on her pleasure mound, gasped sharply and in instinctively withdrawing from the touch, pressed firmly backward against her aunt. This added pressure, with the gentle body heat of Amanda's back and buttocks against her loins, acted on Karel Sutherlund like a powerful sex stimulant, causing her to shiver uncontrollably with lust.
Due to the difference in their heights the top of Amanda's head reached to just under Karel's chin, and now the older woman raised a hand from her niece's pleasure mound to one of Amanda's breasts. At the same time Karel lowered her head, captured an ear lobe between her lips and began to tug gently, while the forefinger of the hand still on
Amanda's pussy wormed its way impudently through the sparse fleece beneath it in search of Amanda's clit.
The goodness of the deluge of sensations that avalanched over Amanda brought from her throat a piteous whimper, her legs turned to jelly and she sagged, would have fallen to the floor without Karel's support.
"Go in on the bed and wait for me," Karel whispered. "I won't be but a moment... I forgot to take a douche."
CHAPTER FOUR
Amanda lay flat on her back, breathing heavily and arms outflung when Karel climbed onto the bed beside her. Her eyes were closed and she made no move to resist when the other pulled apart her young thighs.
"Now don't be alarmed," Karel said softly, the lubricated mini-vibrator she'd taken from the night stand in her hand. "I'm going to insert your little plaything, so lie very still."
She bent low over Amanda's crotch, her cheek almost touching the girl's pleasure mound, and placed the first two fingers of her left hand alongside the tender folds of her niece's young pussy. Amanda started.
"Easy now, dear," Karel soothed. "This isn't going to hurt." She pressed the two fingers into Amanda's crotch and spread them, the move automatically separating the guardian lips of Amanda's tender little cunt, then brought the end of the mini-vibrator to the tiny vaginal opening. There she paused, for the moment unable to proceed.
Since Karel herself was a woman, the female sex organ had never, as it often does with men, held any mystery for her. The vagina and its adjacent parts had always heretofore been merely another section of the female anatomy. An immensely pleasurable and functional section, to say the least, but nevertheless, in her female eyes, not something which was an object that inspired rapt fascination.
Now however, insofar as her niece was concerned, she suddenly discovered all this was different. She saw in Amanda's untried quim not just another set of female sex organs, not just another labia majora, vulva, clitoris . . . not just another cunt, albeit a virgin cunt, but saw it rather as a hypnotical object, and a means of satisfying the strange and ravening yearnings that burned in her mind and loins. The virginal perfume, wafting upward from Amanda's open straddle into her nostrils brought awake within her demanding hungers of a fierce, atavistic lust, primeval and voracious. On impulse she lowered her head to the top of Amanda's crevice and breathed deeply of the aphrodisiacal scent. Her insides went hot and loose, her juices began flowing and her bowels felt watery.
My God, she thought, I'm becoming another Marge McGhee, but without the long tongue to go with it. But the thought passed. Deep inside her secret self Karel knew her heterosexual proclivities were not changing, that her heretofore unexperienced cravings for Lesbian love was due solely to the fact that the object of those cravings was Amanda, knew further that if any other of her own sex occupied Amanda's place her interest would extend no greater depth than it did during any casual sexual romp with another woman.
Karel eased her face closer yet to Amanda's open pussy, and again breathed deeply. A sharp, short bolt of ecstasy shot through her long body, and she lay motionless beside the heavily breathing Amanda, feasting her eyes on the girl's crotch. In places Amanda's cunt glistened from its wealth of lymphatic fluids; the lips of her twat were puffy from need of a gentle buffing and her labia was a deep, sensitive pink, while directly under Karel's mouth her tiny little clit stuck upright, throbbing in passion, swollen for attention.
"Here we go." Karel's tone was guttural with lust. "Easy now."
She placed the rounded tip of the greased mini-vibrator into Amanda's small passage and, a finger at the opposite end, pressed the device with meticulous care up into the girl's body. Again Amanda started, though with less intensity than before, and loosed a deep, full-bodied sigh.
"Is ... is it done, Aunt Karel?" Amanda opened her eyes in speaking and looked down, but without raising her head, mildly surprised that there was no pain or discomfort, nothing but a certain comfortable feeling of fullness in her vagina.
"It's done, dear. Is there any hurt?"
Amanda shook her head in negatively reply, eyes on Karel as her aunt came up to stretch out beside her once more.
"Raise your head, dear, and lay on my arm." When Amanda complied Karel scooted close, free hand cupped under one of her own ripe breasts, the nipple of which she brought to rest against her niece's lips. "Suck it dear. Just like a little baby."
Again Amanda complied - her emotions had reached the stage where she was beyond questioning anything her aunt did or said - and when her soft lips folded around Karel's lust-taut nipple, Karel's belly muscles quivered in pre-orgasm tension.
A mysterious change began taking place within Amanda Remmick the instant she took the nipple into her mouth. She sensed the change, but having no guidelines for comparison, had no way of knowing the change heralded the true beginning of her conversion from an innocent young thing to a superbly-oriented sexual female animal. She did not try to understand the onset of this change, but merely acknowledged it as a fact of being, subconsciously according to her aunt credit for it, which made it right and acceptable. Somehow, in some way, the change was deeply entwined with that abrupt outpouring of tender emotions she had earlier felt for her aunt and this in itself was justification enough for its existence.
As she lay watching Amanda suck and tug on her nipple, Karel Sutherlund was also aware of this change beginning in her niece, and small sounds of delighted surprise and approval came from her throat when Amanda snuggled closer and sent a hand down their naked bodies in search of her vagina.
They lay on their sides, facing each other, and without moving otherwise Karel raised one long, shapely leg, placing the instep of her foot against the knee of the leg still on the bed to brace it. She smiled with maternal pride and satisfaction as Amanda's fumbling fingers found her exposed cunt and began an inexpert exploration of it.
But being female herself, Amanda's inexpert fingers soon became expert, and before long were caressing those areas of her aunt's cunt most susceptible to erotic stimuli, at which Karel cooed with satisfaction and pleasure. Without being instructed to do so, Amanda released the nipple she tugged on, shifted to the other, seized the tan crown between hot lips and sucked vigorously.
"Ahhh!" The explosive sigh of bliss burst from Karel's lips in a long, drawn-out sound. "Ahhh!" Then slowly in order to prevent a severance of their coupling she rolled over to her back. Her precaution was totally unnecessary. Amanda had no intention of being separated from her task, and as Karel moved into the new position she followed diligently, sucking the nipple and pummelling it with her tongue as she introduced a small forefinger into her aunt's vagina.
Amanda was far from unaware of what she was doing, well knew her strange, unexpected conduct was, for Amanda Remmick, irrational and heretofore without precedent, and yet, to her knowledge, the English language did not contain sufficiently accurate superlatives to describe the wild joy she derived from these intimacies with her beautiful aunt. Her eyes were glazed, her nostrils flared with maidenly passion as she sucked the teat and sent a second finger to join the first inside her aunt's sex passage.
A minute or so previously, when she was sniffing ecstatically from Amanda's parted twat lips, Karel had been possessed by flaming urges to tongue-ravish her small charge. These urges had in no wise diminished, but only temporarily held in abeyance by the unexpected fervor with which Amanda had adapted herself to the situation.
Though somewhat surprised by her niece's abrupt metamorphosis, Karel was also exhilarated by it, seeing in Amanda's conduct cause to forget her apprehension that the girl might evolve into the sexual non-entity her mother had been. Sex, she sighed contentedly, was wonderful. Let it happen!
And to Karel it was about to happen. Already the four fingers of Amanda's inside her were probing wonderously about and yet, paradoxically, Karel decided she did not want it to happen. Not like this. Orgasming within the next sixty seconds would have been the easiest thing she had ever done, but she did not want the relieving but seldom satisfying orgasm induced by Amanda's masturbating hand. She wanted that soul-jarring gratification that would come from rubbing clits with her little niece.
"Amanda," she whispered.
Amanda gave no heed. Only sucked harder at the teat and forced her fingers deeper into Karel's cunt.
"Amanda, dear. Wait." She clasped her niece's head in both hands and gently forced the lips to disengage, then closed her thighs and turned her loins aside, forcing Amanda to extract her hand. "Let's not do it like that just now, huh?" she said softly. "We can do it like that later, but for now let's do it another way, okay?"
Amanda did not answer immediately, but rolled away to lay looking at the ceiling in dazed fashion, chest heaving from the enormity of the emotional storm raging inside her. At last she mumbled thickly: "Do it how, Aunt Karel?"
"Do you recall the position I was in when Bernie fucked me a while ago?"
Amanda drew her knees up high toward her chin, then let her thighs fall apart so wide they rested on the bed. "Like this?"
"Exactly like that." As she uttered the words Karel swung her long body over between Amanda's thighs, moved the pea-size switch of the vibrator in Amanda's twat to where it was within easy reach, then adjusted her golden-haired cunt till it hovered an inch above the girl's. "Now," she continued. "Put a hand on each side of your pussy and hold the lips of it as far apart as you can."
Amanda did as directed without hesitation and Karel braced herself on one hand while with the other she spread her own cunt and, looking down between their naked bodies, eased her loins down till she felt their clits kiss. Then she relaxed further down against the girl beneath her, snuggled their bodies close, couching her loins hotly into Amanda's.
"Now don't you move," Karel whispered into Amanda's ear. "This isn't exactly like when you're fucking a man - let me do the moving."
Amanda offered no comment. In truth, it is doubtful if she could have articulated. The holocaust brewing inside her young breast, the raging inferno of restrained lust raging in her young loins held her speechless. But not numb. She was not insensible to what was taking place. She could feel, and meant to obey her aunt's instructions by not moving if she were able, but the wondrous pressure of Karel's clit against hers made her doubt her ability to do so.
Only by a faintly-perceptible action of her ass was it discernible when Karel began tenderly, lovingly massaging her clitoris down against that of her niece. She kept her sea-green eyes on Amanda's face, knowing it was essential to make Amanda's orgasm perfect - reluctantly she would sacrifice her own if it were necessary to do this.
Amanda did not know what her aunt was thinking, would have been little concerned had she known. She was far too enthralled by the breathless goings-on. As with Karel earlier, her belly was hot, loose, the tiny vibrator ensconced in her inflamed cunt an oddly-reassuring presence, and each fraction of movement of her aunt's searing cunt-flesh against her own sent tiny shocks of ecstasy coursing through her quivering body.
Karel's gentle fuck-rhythm continued for less than a minute before a harsh, desperate gasp wrenched itself from Amanda's throat, and Karel, looking down, saw her niece's young body flush a hot pink. The time had come. She braced herself on an elbow, reached down to grasp the on-off switch of the vibrator between thumb and forefinger. She waited till Amanda's eyes started to roll back in her head, then pressed the switch.
Amanda's eyes flew wide at the billion tiny prickles of goodness that burst into being inside her vagina. She stared at her aunt half a second in spellbound wonder, and the not unpleasant odor of female sex permeated the room as hot surges of escaping lust gushed to every part of her body. And then she screamed. Her folded legs shot out wide to quiver against the bed and her arms came up to circle Karel's body below the shoulders. At the same instant she began bucking her flanged cunt up against her aunt's pubic mound and belly with alarming force, all the while weird sounds pouring from her constricted throat.
"I'M KUH-KUH-CUMING!" she wailed, raking Karel's back with her nails. "Gah! Gah!"
Karel held her position as best she could, though keeping their clits in contact was now impossible.
"Aunt Kar-Kar-Kar -!"
"What is it, dear?" Karel murmured.
"I'M KUH-KUH-CUMING - GAHHH!"
Amanda's small fists smote the bed in resounding thwacks, her dark head lashed from side to side in paroxysms of lust, her Kim Darby features warped grotesquely and her soft lips formed odd, meaningless shapes from the massive onslaught of raw lust tearing through her.
"Yes, dear," was Karel's only reply. Absorbed as she was with Amanda's victory, she neglected to serve herself. Her lower belly grew wet from the girl's plethoric virgin secretions, and each time Amanda flung her open straddle upward against the resilience of her warm flesh, it became wetter.
Half a minute passed, yet the hurricane of lust rampaging through Amanda's naked little body showed no sign of diminishing. Karel gave small thought to the prolonged length of this display at the time, but when a full minute had gone by she began to wonder, and was tempted to switch the vibrator off. She did not, however. Instead, and without relinquishing her hold on the switch, she flipped to one side, freeing Amanda of her weight, and lay beside the girl, deriving an immense satisfaction from her niece's wild, erotic contortions. Had she retained any fears the child might turn out the dry, sexless shell her mother Helen had been, those fears would now have died the death. No person, regardless of upbringing, could undergo the raptures Amanda was at present experiencing and later decry the joys of a full sex life.
The weird noises continued to bubble from Amanda's lips as she lashed and bucked about on the bed. A thin film of perspiration now covered her pink-hued body and she chewed her tongue in a mindless ecstasy, eyes bulging, chest pumping, belly muscles knotting and relaxing in frenzied spasms. Once, when her open crotch was turned in Karel's direction, Karel saw the child's vulva sphincter munching madly on the mini-vibrator buried inside it.
And then the stunning force of the orgasm began to wane. Seconds later Karel switched the vibrator off and sat up on the bed, eyes on her niece.
Amanda lay still, half-curled into a ball, breathing raggedly while the pink flush of her body faded to a more normal hue. She gave no sign of acknowledgement when Karel reached forth and with thumb and forefinger plucked the small mechanized penis from her lathered cunt. Karel had returned from washing the instrument in the bathroom, and was seated on the edge of the bed, before Amanda opened her eyes. In their amber depths shown an awesome wonder mingled with an undeniable, glorious joy.
"Ooommmm," she sighed blissfully, turning her back. "Ooommmm."
"Like it?" Karel smiled quietly. Her loins burned, her womb ached for the hot, fluid gush of relieving orgasm, yet she felt no remorse at having foregone her own pleasure in order to make certain her niece enjoyed hers.
"I-I -" A frown creased the smoothness of Amanda's brow. "I don't have the right words to say how much I liked it, Aunt Karel."
Karel regarded the vibrator in her hand. "They're truly fabulous, aren't they? Kemp has really outdone himself this time. But wait till you get fucked by a real man. Like Bernie Katzman, for instance. Or Robert next door. Or one of the other male members of the Mercy Club."
The faintest hint of alarm showed in Amanda's eyes. "But Aunt Karel. They can't stick a big thing like - like Mr. Katzman's into me. It'd tear me apart." Despite her apprehension, Amanda felt very cosmopolitan to be casually discussing the subject of her getting fucked by a man the first time. For some reason it made her feel very worldly and mature.
Karel laughed warmly. "Don't worry about not being big enough to accomodate a prick the size of
Bernie's. Or Robert's, which is even larger. Mother Nature has taken care of that. You won't be split apart."
Amanda spread arms and legs wide, and arched her tummy and breasts upward, stretching voluptuously, aftermath of the orgasm still tingling in her loins.
"Aunt Karel, what is the Mercy Club?"
Karel hesitated, though not from reluctance to tell her niece of the very private and very exclusive Mercy Club - her intentions all along had been to reveal the Club's existence and explain its purpose unless Amanda evinced negative attitudes toward sex, which she had not - Karel hesitated to search her mind for the right words in order to place the Club in its proper perspective.
"The Mercy Club," she began slowly, "is a group of men and women of varying ages whose basic philosophy of life is that the human animal cannot realize and enjoy life to the fullest extent while burdened by prolonged sexual hungers. We believe that thwarted or suppressed sexual desires can dangerously warp the individual psyche and work physical harm on the body. Therefore it is the duty of each member to submit and comply with the sexual desires of any other member at any time and place that member requests. Am I getting through?"
Amanda frowned in perplexity. "You mean like Mr. Katzman? He just calls up and says he needs
"That's right," Karel cut in, delighi~d that Amanda grasped the purpose of the unconventional club so readily. "He calls up and says he needs a quickie, a mercy fuck - that's where the Club got its name - and it's my obligation as a fellow member to see that he gets it. And it's his obligation and duty to give me a mercy fucking whenever I request it from him. He has. Several times. This obligation rests with each member of the Mercy Club. Do you understand?"
Amanda understood all right, but it left her a bit strung out, sort of. "And what if half a dozen men called you up at once?"
Karel laughed happily. "Then I'd get wonderfully gang-fucked. That has happened several times also."
"Are - are you going to let me become a member of the Mercy Club?" Amanda held her breath, honestly not knowing whether she wanted her aunt to say yes of no.
"Do you want to become a member?"
The image of Bernie Katzman's great, thick stalk of male sex-flesh thrusting into her aunt's vagina less than an hour ago flashed before Amanda's mind. "I-I. don't know, Aunt Karel." It was the best she could manage.
"Let's let the subject lie for a while." Karel was convinced she would have no trouble getting her niece to agree to joining the Club, but she did not want to rush the child. Yet if Amanda was to enjoy a full life of a female she must be fucked by a man sometime. "Just keep using your little vibrator whenever you like, and we'll discuss your joining the Club when the time comes. And don't worry about the pain of your first fucking. The vibrator will gradually expand you, and for your initial go I'll select some fellow from the Club who'll be gentle with you." Then there occurred to her a matter she had thus far failed to consider. "But I don't want you joining the Club until you've become somewhat better acquainted with the various sex forms."
Amanda looked a question.
"You know," Karel continued. "Cunnilingus, fellatio, analingus - like that. You remember? I defined the words when we were working on your vocabulary this morning."
Amanda's lovely face paled. She nodded dumbly. "I remember," she said with a rusty gulp, then took a deep breath to gather herself and said boldly:
"Aunt Karel, I could never endure any man sticking a thing the size of Mr. Katzman's cock in my ass. It would kill me."
"Oh, posh, silly goose. That's what everybody thinks till they've tried it. You'd be surprised. Many women reach an orgasm that way."
Amanda's jaw dropped. "From being fucked in the ass?"
"Marge McGhee does. Always. And loves it." A sudden thought shoved itself into the forepart of Karel's mind. "What about sucking?" She waited, breath suspended. With luck . ..
"I couldn't do that either, Aunt Karel." Amanda shook her head. "Not to a man, anyway. To a woman - I - well - I don't know."
"To me?" Karel's voice held an odd tightness.
"To you? Oh, to you is different, somehow." A peculiar sensation blossomed in Amanda's loins, then erupted into a tidy pocket of cozy lust-heat. "I - I -" She crimsoned prettily from the sudden realization she would not at all object to cunnilingus with her aunt. "With you it'd be -"
The phone rang.
"Yes?" Irritation edged Karel's voice as she spoke into the mouthpiece, but the irritation disappeared as she listened attentively, then: "Oh, Robert, I'd completely forgotten the matinee. I -" She glanced hurriedly at her wrist watch. "Good heavens! It's almost two o'clock now. I'll have to rush. I'll be over as soon as I shower and dress." She replaced the phone and turned to her niece.
"Amanda, dear. Earlier in the week I promised Robert Mackles I'd attend a matinee of The Frolicsome Four today. Do you mind staying by yourself for a while this evening? I won't be gone long."
Amanda successfully concealed her disappointment - her heroine-worship for her beautiful aunt was such she could not object to anything Karel Sutherlund suggested. "I don't mind at all," she lied bravely with a weak laugh. "After all, I have my vibrator for company. I'll occupy my time with it."
Abruptly the too-long denied and repressed orgasm in Karel's blonde-haired crotch throbbed anew for expression, turning her vagina into a pulsating mass of fiery cunt-flesh. Quickly she stood erect, faced Amanda from the edge of the bed, feet wide apart. "Would you really not mind going down on me, dear?" Her voice was throaty with passion.
Amanda gave her aunt a somewhat startled look, which was replaced immediately by an impish grin and a giggle, scooted across the bed till she sat on the edge, knees between her aunt's widely-spread thighs. "Show me how. Tell me what to do."
Karel drew her cunt lips up and wide, exposing her throbbing clit. "Just suck it - I'm dying for relief. Suck it good."
Without hesitation Amanda clasped her aunt by the buttocks from behind, leaned forward and captured the tiny passion spur between hot, moist lips.
Karel started - violently. A keen hiss broke from her lips and she gnashed her teeth, face congesting.
Amanda was a measure surprised that her aunt's clitoris itself had very little taste, though the heady musk of female sex was strong in her nostrils. She sucked greedily at the flaccid, buttery flesh, and less than half a minute passed before Karel emitted a long, low forlorn cry and sagged noticeably. A wild, desperate look appeared in her eyes, and she gnashed her teeth harder as a surplus of mature female fluids seeped from her spasming vagina and coursed down her shapely thighs.
Amanda, tremendously excited by the reaction her lips and tongue produced, sucked harder yet, occasionally darting a pink tongue down into Karel's labia, and trailing fingers softly through the crack of her ass.
And then Karel's denied orgasm roared forth into full ecstasy and she capitulated. She had been sucked before. Many times. By experts. But never before had she been sucked so soulfully or with such innocent, spine-cracking expertise as that being administered by her worshipful young niece. A piercing, non-human wail tore from her contorted lips and she pitched forward on the bed, Amanda's head under her pleasure mound, the girl still gorging on her cunt like a slyly-ravenous little beast while her long body wallowed in a morass of seething lust. Minutes passed before her loins ceased to buck and twitch, and Amanda released her clit to sit upright on the bed, lovely face aglow with a wonderous joy.
"Did you like it, Aunt Karel?" she bubbled enthusiastically. "Did I do it right?"
Karel managed to turn to her side, gave Amanda a soggy look, her features loose and heavy with satiated lust, and offered a flimsy nod. At the moment it was her best reply. She was weaker than cat piss.
At last she worked her feet to the floor, struggled upright on wobbly legs, and made her way on carefully placed footsteps into the bathroom. God! Amanda was learning fast. Undeniably, the girl was a natural.
Karel emerged from the bathroom refreshed and restored thirty minutes later to find Amanda curled on her side atop the bed and sound asleep, the mini-vibrator clutched in one hand, lovely face cast in a goofy little grin.
CHAPTER FIVE
Amanda awakened at dusk. For a nuance her amber eyes roved about in puzzlement before she realized she was in her aunt's bedroom. Thoughts of Karel opened the floodgates of recollection and she sat erect, smiling, re-living each minute detail of the sex-frolic she and her aunt had shared. Across the dimness of the dusk-filled room she looked at her reflection in the dressing table mirror and smiled triumphantly.
"I'm a woman now," she exulted aloud. "At last I'm a full-fledged, honest to goodness woman."
Amanda's exultation would have been less pronounced had she stopped to consider the inaccuracy of her statement. The small fragments of sexual activity she had that day encountered were far too limited in depth and scope to convert a dewy-eyed virgin into a competent female sexual animal. But in her ignorance she was not aware of this, and therefore felt very much the sophisticated woman of the world.
Had she been able to foresee events of the next few hours, and the shocking impact these events were to have on her life, this opinion of her status would have been markedly different.
With an abundance of youthful exuberance she sprang from the bed and began capering about the room in an improvised dance, humming a popular tune of the day as she whirled and swayed. Caresses of the air on her naked body innoculated her with an immense feeling of confidence and well being, and she continued to dance in a sort of giddy effervescence until her eyes fell on the mini-vibrator lying on the bed. She picked up the fascinating little device as voices and gay laughter came from the direction of Robert Mackles' residence next door, and she remembered that Bernie Katzman, right after fucking her aunt, had referred to a gathering at Mackles' that evening.
Amanda regarded the vibrator in studious absorption. How strange such a simple looking little gadget could give such breath-taking joy. As though controlled by a power outside herself, she lubricated the mechanical penis, went to stand in front of the mirror, cocked a leg upon the stool and eyed her twat thoughtfully. Without a trace of the hesitation or self-consciousness she would have experienced the day before, she wormed a finger between her vaginal lips and squirmed it into her cunt.
"Well!" she exclaimed to her reflection in mild surprise. Though hardly detectable, it was nevertheless very true - her cuntal passage was a fraction larger than before Karel had used the vibrator on her. Very carefully she probed deeper into her pussy, turning the finger this way and that, exploring. Yes, indeed it was a fact. Her cunt was larger. But then, Karel had said it would be thus. She looked at the vibrator in her hand with critical appraisal - and sniggered impulsively. Best she use this dear little artificial prick frequently as possible in order to expand her vagina so as to comfortably accommodate the real male prick Aunt Karel had promised her later.
She was about to insert the device when the sounds of voices and laughter from Robert Mackles' again came to her, and out of pure feminine curiosity she went to the window facing the Mackles home. Two couples were hurrying up the walk toward the house, and over the low embankment which surrounded most of the Mackles' basement, she saw the sharp glow of light through a narrow crack in the heavy drapes. An impish grin stole over her Kim Darby-like features. Why not? she thought. Mr. Katzman had said there would be a gathering of the Mercy Club tonight, and who would be the wiser if she crept over to observe the goings-on. And if they became the wiser, would they care? Amanda thought not. But-
Again she glanced down at the vibrator in her hand. Just a quickie, as Aunt Karel would say. Just one quick quickie orgasm, then she'd dress and go play Miss Peeping Tom.
Amanda did not have one orgasm. She had several. Precisely how many she was never to know. As she had seen her aunt do that morning, she laid down on the bed on her back, eased the lubricated little gadget into her cunt, pressed the switch - and got sledgehammered brutally low in her tummy by the instant explosion of a lust-bomb. Force of the unexpected blow caused her to fling the switch down between her knees as she herself exploded into a frenzy of barks, moans, sobs and deep-chested feminine grunts, thrashing and clawing about on the bed as she did so.
The first onslaught of this ecstatic ordeal commenced to fade and she relaxed somewhat, but before she could locate the switch a second bomb slammed her flat against the bed, face down, and she cried out in dismay. The mind-staggering force of this second orgasm was of such violence and intensity she felt, through the swiftly successive bolts of rapture assaulting her body, that her senses were deserting her. And indeed they were.
Unaccustomed as she was to such treatment, she had no way of coping with the situation, and her subconscious mind, recognizing this, was preparing to withdraw from reality as a defense tactic. It did not withdraw, however. Not completely. Only far enough to leave Amanda suspended in a rose-tinted world of hot, gushing ecstasy wherein she continued to moan and sob - and occasionally cry out wanely - and grunt in animal fashion as she, in a lust-saturated daze, sought in vain for the vibrator's on-off switch.
She never found it. In a manner of speaking, it found her. She flopped to her back and the pea-size switch happened to be under a cheek of her ass. The vibrator went dead - and only then did Amanda realize she could have interrupted the delicious ordeal at any time by pulling the gadget from her cunt. With this realization came another. She had not wanted to interrupt the ordeal. Not really. Her fumbling attempts to do so had been engendered by surprise that her body had responded so promptly and in such full measure to the vibrator's ministrations.
She made it to the bathroom on rubbery legs and completed the shower she had begun with her aunt earlier that afternoon, then went down the hall to her own room, where she donned a simply-cut frock that buttoned down the front. It was the only garment she put on. She saw no need for clothing herself completely when she was only sneaking next door to play Peeping Tom. Besides, without panties, bra and shoes it was somehow like parading in public with everyone else blindfolded, and made her feel deliciously naughty.
A minute later she opened the back door of her aunt's house and stepped quietly into the darkness - and took the first step toward a horrifying nightmare.
She reached the Mackles' window with the slightly parted drapes without event, and crouched beside the sill, heart pounding with excitement as she peeked into the basement. And boggled.
Less than three feet the other side of the window a muscular, completely naked young man with curly red hair knelt in front of a deeply tanned, equally naked young woman sucking her prick.
Amanda boggled anew. Her prick?
For all her lack of knowledge concerning human anatomy, Amanda knew positively that females of the species did not possess pricks! And yet -
Just in time she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a rush of giggles, for the couple engaged in fellatio broke apart in hilarious laughter at their prankish conduct, and Amanda saw for the first time the strap around the tanned young woman's buttocks. It supported what her aunt had described that morning as a dildo, a non-mechanical device Lesbians frequently use on each other. Even as the couple were laughing the girl squeezed a rubber bulb held in one hand and the device ejaculated into her partner's face. Then, still laughing, they strolled off arm in arm and Amanda proceeded to study the rest of the basement, or what she could see of it, which, due to the narrowness of the opening she peeked through, was less than half.
Even so, she saw enough to stimulate greater interest and fire her curiosity to a fever pitch. That morning when she, her aunt and Mr. Mackles had gone down into the basement to watch the erotic movie, Amanda had not seen the basement in its entirety, but had received the impression it was an enormous place. Now she realized just how correct that impression had been, for the size of the basement far exceeded the dimensions of the floor area covered by the house above it. Apparently the basement had been dug, roofed with a thick layer of steel re-enforced concrete, then covered with the Mackles lawn except for the space occupied by the house itself.
Amanda also noted, sure enough, there was a polished dance floor and a swimming pool, both much larger than she had at first thought. And mirrors! Huge rectangular mirrors much larger than the average size door were everywhere. The walls were paneled with mirrors. So was the ceiling, and on the near side of the pool was a great weird-looking contraption with a multitude of jointed metal arms pointing grotesquely at all angles, each supporting one or more mirrors. There were other contraptions, one resembling the padded maternity table one found in the delivery room of hospitals, complete with upright supports where the mother's calves rested while her child was being born. Many other strange devices were present, none for which Amanda could see any logical purpose.
Naked people: Singles, couples, threesomes and other combinations were scattered over the room, laughing, joking, horse playing, some standing, some lying on the floor. The two couples Amanda had seen approaching the house earlier frolicked in the pool, and a tall platinum blonde was on a large couch near the stereo, her partner a fat man.
The fact that everyone was naked had no great effect on Amanda. Subconsciously, since morning, she had begun to accept nudism as a conditional reality. Nor was she bothered by the fact that all those she secretly observed were occupied. But the fact that each person there was occupied with one or more sex forms did affect her. It jarred her to the virgin depths of her little twat. Yet over and above this was the fact that everyone was going about it so casually.
One couple, on the floor this side of the weird metal spider-like contraption with the many crazy angled arms, were fucking slowly in conventional position, yet on occasion they would stop, talk a moment or so, perhaps laugh, then continue fucking again. The platinum blonde near the stereo sat with her buttocks on the edge of the couch, legs sprawled wide, listening to music and thumbing through a magazine while the fat man knelt between her thighs, industriously lapping at her cunt. And at the far end of the big room two men, some twenty yards apart, laughed and joked back and forth, the one on the left screwing from behind into a girl bent over an easy chair, while the other lay on the floor, the girl astride his loins grinding her cunt down around his upright cock. These too, the two women, every once in a while would join in the conversation.
Amanda raised from her crouched position and stepped back from the window, frowning into the darkness that had fallen in through bewilderment. It occurred to her that perhaps she was seeing things, that perhaps the gut-wrenching seizure of rapid-fire orgasms recently experienced with her vibrator had, somehow, ravished her mind. She brushed this idea aside roughly and bent to peer through the drapes again, but at once stood erect a second time, more baffled than ever. Could it be that she was still so ignorant of male-female relationships she was wrong in assuming sex should not be taken indifferently? Surely there was a mistake somewhere. Yet those in the basement were going about it as if sex were almost a drudge. That man on the left, for instance, over near the movie screen. He sat slouched forward in an overstuffed chair eating peanuts and watching a national TV network newscast while a stocky girl bent over his loins gobbling at his cock. It was all so - so uninspired. And, yes, mysterious. Something, somewhere, was very much out of kilter. Perhaps if she were able to overhear their conversations, could know what they were talking about.. . .
Putting the thought to action, Amanda made her way to the front of the building stealthily, her intention to enter the Mackles' residence on the first floor, then descend the stairs and eavesdrop outside the door opening onto the basement.
Amanda had no way of knowing the seeming indifference toward sex she had noticed among the Mercy Clubbers was merely a game they played on occasion to add zest to their gatherings. Yet common sense should have told her membership in the Club was evidence in itself of an attitude toward sex directly in opposition to the indifference she had observed. But in her ingenuousness, Amanda did not realize this.
The stairway leading down to the basement was lighted, and Amanda had been standing with an ear against the closed door for five minutes, straining to hear what was being said inside, when the sound of rapid footsteps approached the head of the stairs. Amanda froze, experienced a moment of quiet terror at being discovered. But there was no escape as the couple, dressed almost identically in leather jackets, jack boots and jeans pounded down the stairs toward her. To her immense relief they showed no surprise at finding her standing outside the door.
"Hi." The girl had a rather wide mouth and an aggressive chin, but her smile was warm and contagious. "I bet you're Angela Gelhorn, the new girl who's playing Molested Virgin for tonight."
Amanda's only reply was a timid grin. Suddenly, desperately, she wished her Aunt Karel were here.
"We're Jack and Jill Eddison," the girl went on. Then turned to her companion, a tall, blocky-jawed man of twenty, with fluttery laughter. "Remember our first time here? When I played Molested Virgin? Wow!" She addressed
Amanda once more. "Have you banged on the door yet? You have to, you know. Otherwise they don't know to unlock it."
Before Amanda could answer, Jack leaned around Jill and slugged the door three times with the heel of a balled fist.
Jill gave Amanda a quick, almost startled look. "Angela, have you ever been told you look like -?"
The door was opened from the inside by the young man with curly red hair Amanda had seen sucking the dildo. At sight of Jack and Jill Eddison a big smile broke across his ruddy face.
"Jack! Jill! I was beginning to think you wouldn't show this evening."
Amanda, standing in front of the Eddisons, found herself gently but firmly herded into the huge room - the bolt shooting home in the lock when the door closed sounded in her dismayed ears like the crash of doom. "But - but -"
"This is Angela Gelhorn," Jill cut in. "Tonight's Molested Virgin."
"Hello there." The red-haired man gave Amanda the same friendly, contagious smile she'd received from Jill, who now stood with Jack at a long clothes rack along the wall, rapidly undressing. "My name is Simon, but everybody calls me Red. Marge McGhee sponsored you, didn't she? She phoned a bit ago to say she couldn't make it tonight. But don't worry. Everything will go - He stopped abruptly, staring hard at Amanda. "Well
I'll be goddamned. You wouldn't be any relation to Kim -?" He turned and shouted across the basement. "Hey, gang! Angela Gelhorn, the Molested Virgin for tonight is here. And guess who she looks like."
Amanda watched in mounting alarm as those scattered about the huge basement began to discontinue their various activities, and gradually converge around her. Through it all she got the impression of a great, overpowering mass of twitching cunts, hairy, dangling testicles and boldly jutting hard-ons. Once she turned to flee, but a power greater than herself stopped her when she saw nothing but friendliness and welcome on the faces collecting about her. Surely these kind people meant her no harm. Perhaps . . .
Had Amanda been aware of the shocking, awful ordeal Fate held in store for her, she would have tried to claw her way to freedom through the solid brick walls of the basement.
"My god!" a masculine voice said from somewhere in the group. "She looks exactly like Kim Darby. Damned if she don't. It's unbelievable!"
A feminine voice responded. "Just wait till Bernie Katzman gets a look at her. "
Jill Eddison, now naked, stepped in front of Amanda. "Let me help you off with your frock, Angela."
"Here, Angela." Someone shoved a small glass of dark brown liquid under Amanda's nose. "Have a glass of tea."
Amanda, mind in a whirl from the harsh, unexpected turn of events, accepted the tea, but before she could pull away, Jill had unbuttoned her frock and had it off over one shoulder. A moment later she stood stark naked under at least two dozen pairs of strange eyes. Without thinking, impulsively, she gulped the tea - then continued to gulp several times to keep from gagging. "What kind of tea -?"
"Hey," said the voice of the man who had given it to her as he took the glass back. "That's pretty potent herb unless you're accustomed to it."
"Mother of god," another male voice from close beside her mumbled thickly in honesty and admiration. "This little girl is poon, brother. Real, so-help-me-god candy poon." He took Amanda by the arm. "Let's me'n you get over there on one of the couches and fuck up a storm."
"No!" The word cracked from Amanda's lips like the blast of a pistol.
The dozens of eyes stared at her in dead silence, though, and paradoxically, Amanda was certain she saw approval on a number of the women's faces.
"Atta girl," Jill whispered against her ear. "Play the hard-to-get bit all the way to the hilt. For some reason it always helps the guys get up later, when their hard-ons have been screwed limber."
At this there flashed before Amanda's mind the vision of herself being mercilessly, viciously gang-fucked. It was too much. "No!" She wailed in budding terror. "I can't be fu - fucked!" Again the dead silence, but this time with stern and questioning looks, and her thoughts strove frantically for an answer and, in that strange way the human mind sometimes functions under stress, found it. "I - I've not been taking the Pill," she blurted.
"Well I be goddamned," a man in the background muttered in disappointment and disgust. "As Shakespeare would say: 'That fucks that, right there.' But it's Club rules. No fucking unless it's agreeable to all concerned; not even the Molested Virgin." Anger edged his tone. "That Marge McGhee should be called before the Board, damn it!" The man raised his voice and called to Amanda. "Marge is your sponsor, isn't she Angela? Hasn't she been briefing you?"
"I'm not -" Jill interrupted before Amanda could explain she was not the expected Angela Gelhorn.
"Listen to me, everybody." Jill raised both arms for attention. "Everybody go back to what you were doing, and I'll show Angela around the clubhouse, okay? After that we'll take it from there, okay?"
A swift, blessed wave of relief swept through Amanda. Apparently, and in accordance with Mercy Club rules, Molested Virgin or not -whatever that was, she was not to be fucked against her will. She stood beside Jill, and Jack who had just walked up, watching through blurred vision as the others fell in with Jill's suggestion. Jill turned to Jack and lovingly caressed the hard cock that angled out and upward from his loins.
"I won't be but a minute, lover. Do you mind waiting? While I'm showing Angela around why not try on one of the other girls. That way you won't come so quickly when we do it." To Amanda she said: "He always has been the quickest comer I've ever seen. When I fuck I like to drag it out and savor each stroke - but a piece or two will simmer him down a bit."
Inanely, Amanda stuttered: "Duh-don't you mind sharing your husband with other women?"
"My husband?" Jill laughed gaily. "Jack isn't my husband, Angela. He's my brother. We've been playing momma and poppa since I was thirteen. Jack took my cherry." She draped an arm about Amanda's shoulders. "Come on. I'll show you around."
Amanda shook her head sharply to clear her vision as they commenced their tour of the big room. Jill regarded her intently.
"What's the matter? That tea getting to you? It will sometimes, if you're not used to it. But here at the Club we never make it very strong. It's good, though. Pure Jamaica red. One of the fellows has a supplier who brings it in through Mexico."
"But tea never did effect me this way," Amanda replied, completely puzzled. "I drink it often at meals."
Jill burst into laughter again. "I'm not talking about tea tea, but the tea you drank. It's made almost the same way, but from marijuana."
She continued to laugh. "Did you think you drank ordinary household tea? Wow! That's rich. Marge didn't clue you in at all, did she?"
At that instant, at that precise pinpoint in time, the marijuana tea she had drunk wrought a mysterious chemical change in Amanda's lovely young body; a cozy, wonderous serenity enveloped her, otherwise the reply she made to Jill's question would have alarmed her greatly. "No," she said. "Marge didn't brief me at all." The words were unhurried, spoken evenly, calmly, with no trace of the apprehension she had been prey to a second previously. Furthermore, to Amanda herself the reply seemed as fitting as a comfortable old shoe, for even though she was acutely conscious of the mysterious change, the reply seemed, in a manner she made no attempt to understand, the only appropriate thing to say, despite the fact she had never seen Marge McGhee, nor even heard of the woman before that day.
Due to her vast lack of experience Amanda did not know one of the predominate characteristics of the hemp plant was that it rarely had an identical effect on any two individuals, especially when taken in the form of an extract, such as the marijuana tea. Yet had she known this it would have made very little difference, because another fact she was ignorant of is that the marijuana had, for the time being, almost taken possession of her mind and body.
In view of this, Amanda was in no way surprised that she could calmly observe the functions going about her, functions which, twenty-four hours earlier, would have shocked her beyond utterance.
"And since Marge neglected to clue me in," she continued with perfect equanimity to Jill Eddison, "perhaps you'll do it for me. What is this Molested Virgin bit I was expected to play tonight?" They were strolling toward the platinum blonde and her fat companion, again on the couch, as Amanda spoke.
"It's a thing we girls thought up - like I said to you before, for some reason when a girl plays hard to get it makes the fellow want that much harder to get into her. See what I mean? After all, a guy can't very well fuck you with a limber prick, now can he? And almost always during these Club gatherings we come up with nary a hard-on, which sort of puts a damper on things. So we girls got our heads together and came up with the Molested Virgin thing. At first we all tried the hard-to-get routine, but that didn't seem to work out so well. Then we tried one girl at it and it worked out fine - soon we had hard cocks to play with again. I don't know why it works, but it has something to do with the sexual nature of the male; the way Nature constructed him. You see, he's a far-ranging creature, sort of, who likes to walk wide and crouch at the knees, and best likes to fuck the female who's hardest to fuck - something like that."
"And I was supposed to have been the Molested Virgin tonight?" Amanda asked.
"That's right. And you still are."
"But now I won't be fucked on?"
"Not since you don't want to be. Not since you're not on the Pill. Club rules strictly forbid engaging any member in coitus against their will."
Amanda felt neither elation nor disappointment at this. Because of the marijuana she felt little of anything except its enveloping serenity. Slowly she scanned the room with her eyes.
Erotic activities similar to those she had witnessed from outside through the drapes were again under way, though this time with considerable more enthusiasm and zest. In short, she thought blandly to herself, everybody is either busy fucking somebody or busy getting fucked by somebody.
"What's this?" She indicated the weird, spider-like contraption with the many mirrors.
"We call it the Octopus," Jill said, picking up a small control box at the end of a coiled electric cable. "Stand still and I'll show you how it works." She pressed several of the buttons on the control box and electric motors hummed quietly. The angled, jointed arms of the Octopus moved slowly, with the mirrors shifting this way and that crazily until one came to rest near the floor three feet in front of Amanda. She stared, incredulous.
There she stood, looking at herself in the mirror, but not at a face to face reflection. She was looking at her back! And not only this, but a second image of herself faced the first from the side; for all the world it appeared as if her reflection were standing there talking to its second self.
"Now watch." Again Jill pressed buttons, again electric motors hummed, and Amanda found herself looking at a close-up view of a set of male and female genitalia lustily engaged in erotic combat. At first she thought she was seeing again certain excerpts of the movie Robert Mackles had shown her and her aunt that morning, but on closer inspection she saw it was not the same couple who had performed in the film. She looked toward Jill, who stood by, grinning.
"Over there," Jill said, pointing toward where the platinum blonde and the fat man lay on the couch. "They're the ones you see in the mirror - Linda and Sam."
"But. .. but.. ." Amanda found it hard to believe.
"It's nothing," Jill assured her. "Watch this." A third time she pressed buttons on the Octopus control box and there appeared before Amanda the reflection of a seated man's loins, his upthrusting cock being vigorously sucked. This time Amanda had no trouble identifying one of the persons. It was the tanned young woman she had seen earlier wearing the dildo. Her ripe lips squirmed and sucked on the cock as if she were famished.
"Now look behind you," Jill chuckled.
Amanda obeyed and saw Jack Eddison seated on the maternity table, contorted face toward the ceiling in the throes of orgasm.
"That's Cindy doing the job on him," Jill confided. "She's the Club's best sucker. The boys are crazy about her. When she gets through with that brother of mine, he won't be such a quick comer I'll bet.
Amanda faced the reflection in the mirror again just as Cindy took several long, farewell pulls on Jack's penis and stood erect, smiling triumphantly.
"It's all done with mirrors," Jill explained. "With the Octopus you can pick up anything in the room."
Amanda did not understand. "But why have such a complicated device around when all you need do to see anything in the place is simply walk over and look at it?"
"Because the Octopus was designed not to watch others fuck, but to watch yourself. A lot of people like to do that, you know. Here. I'll show you." Jill punched more buttons, replaced the control box, took Amanda by the arm and led her to a far corner of the room. Close along the mirror-lined wall was an end-to-end arrangement of Hollywood beds. Jill pointed to one.
"Lie down on that one."
Amanda obeyed, and when she did so found Jill between her legs in the same position her Aunt Karel had taken when they were in Karel's bedroom earlier that day.
"Don't worry," Jill laughed. "We aren't going to fuck. I don't go for it with other girls much, myself. I just want to demonstrate what the Octopus is capable of. Now look in that mirror there beside your head."
Amanda turned her head, and looked directly into her own cunt, inches away. She was seeing their bodies as though she knelt at the foot of the bed. The angle of view was the same and she could see everything; the sprawled legs, the relaxed buttocks, and Jill's cunt resting firmly against hers. Ordinarily Amanda would have found the whole thing flabbergasting, even frightening, but under the influence of the marijuana tea it was only amusing.
"See what I mean about watching yourself fuck?" Jill sprang to her feet and Amanda stood up. "Now I'll show you some of the other gadgets we've got."
"I - I think I'd better go," Amanda blurted. Contact with Jill's naked flesh against hers suddenly pierced the insulating wall of serenity about her and left her oddly disturbed.
"Go?" Jill said slowly, puzzled. She had sensed something a mite unusual about Angela Gelhorn when taking off the girl's frock. "But you can't go yet. You're the Molested Virgin for tonight."
"But - but you yourself said no one would fuck me because I'm not on the Pill."
Jill misunderstood this, and assumed Amanda had decided to leave in the belief she would not be able to participate in any of the group's activities.
"Of course I said you would not be fucked. And you won't in the conventional sense, but there are other ways of coupling, and a vagina isn't the only thing that gets a fellow's bone up. Just hang around and play hard to get when the time comes. Protest like crazy; scream, struggle, fight and claw, cry if you can - it all makes the cheese more binding. The fellows will love it and so will we girls. Like I said, what good is a man with a limber cock, huh?"
Confusion filled Amanda. In that inexplicable way marijuana sometimes effects those unaccustomed to it, the senses dulling effect of that she had drunk began to dissipate - rapidly.
"I- I don't understand," she fumbled. "What do you mean 'play hard to get when the time comes'?"
"Aw shucks, you know what I mean." Jill said, again taking Amanda's arm. "Let's finish your tour, huh? I need to be laid in a hurry."
Some twenty minutes later the tour ended beside the maternity table on which Jack had sat while being serviced by Cindy. Amanda was still in a state of confusion, with this complicated by all the various devices she had seen. The canvas swing with the large hole in the bottom had greatly puzzled her until Jill explained how the man stretched out on the floor and the girl got into the swing, which was suspended from the ceiling by adjustable-tension springs. Then the girl simply bounced up and down on the man's cock. That's all there was to it.
"It's the closest thing to an automatic fucking you'll ever get." Jill had told her.
Then there was the rocky-horse, a saddle with an upright rubber penis affixed to the seat. The thing was bolted to a metal frame and powered by an electric motor. All the girl did was fit herself over the penis as she got into the saddle, then throw the switch.
"Another automatic fucking gadget," according to Jill. "But not as good as the swing because there's no man involved. The rocky-horse, actually, is nothing but a glorified vibrator. Not really. But I use it sometimes."
"And what's that for?" Amanda pointed to the maternity table.
"That's the gang-bang table," the other girl giggled. "You just lay down on it, rest the calves of your legs up in those supports and the boys will take turn-about giving you the screwing of a lifetime. It's fabulous. I know. One night a few weeks ago Linda, the blonde over there, and I were the only girls to show up for a gathering. And there were twenty-three guys, exactly. Linda and I took turn-about on the table also, and did we ever get a fucking. Man, like wow!"
"But those leather wrist restraints at the head of the table," Amanda asked. "Does any girl ever get strapped down and fucked?"
The question so took Jill by surprise she stared blankly, then burst into laughter. "Wow, Angela. You're a card. A real card. What girl in the Mercy Club would ever have to be strapped down to be fucked? Huh? Those restraints just come with the table, I guess."
Jack Eddison dashed up, hard-on waving like a war club. "Sis, I've gone twice. Let's us try one now, okay?"
"Christ yes!" Jill gasped hotly and seized his rigid prick. "Angela, just make yourself comfortable. You'll be getting plenty of attention before long." As she spoke she pulled Jack by the cock toward the row of Hollywood beds along the wall.
Amanda froze in place, stood there transfixed as she surfaced from the senses-dulling effects of the marijuana completely and returned to the harsh realities of her situation - a relatively innocent young and beautiful young virgin amongst a group of aggressive, rut-minded strangers. "My god," she muttered to herself. "I've got to get out of this place at once."
Escape was not to be. Cruel Fate had decreed otherwise for Amanda Remmick, a fact she began to suspect when Red jumped in front of her as she headed for the stairs.
CHAPTER SIX
"Hey, Angela, where're you going? Why don't you and I start playing about before I run out of steam, huh?" His ruddy face was wrinkled by a huge, friendly grin.
"I'm going home," Amanda gasped in surprise and alarm. "And my name isn't Angela."
"Really." Red laughed happily. "Then what is it?"
"It's Amanda Remmick and -"
Red grasped her quickly by the rib cage with both hands and tossed her effortlessly into the air. On descending Amanda clutched outward blindly. Her arms circled his neck as her thighs clasped him about the waist.
"Oh! Oh!" She fought to free herself quickly, the bald knob of his up-angled cock poking her firmly in that small area between vagina and anus. "Oh!" She wrenched free and stepped backward. "You - you - fiend!"
"By jingo!" Red chuckled in approval as others of the gathering, male and female alike, began to collect around them. "You're going about this hard-to-get business with a vengeance, aren't you?"
"Don't you dare touch me!" Amanda stormed.
"Atta girl, Angela," someone called. "Fight like hell. The thornier the berry bush the sweeter grow the berries and all that crap."
"Eeeek!" Amanda squealed from the goose in the ass, shot forward to land belly to belly with the grinning Red. Titters of mirth and enjoyment raised from the group as she shoved herself from Red a second time - but not before he dipped a hand and guided his hard cock toward the dark triangle at the apex of her thighs. She did not escape his gentle hunch. The nub of his cock managed to penetrate the top of her cunt-lips, and a hotness flashed over her body. She disregarded the sensation and cast hurriedly about, seeking a pathway to freedom. She found none. There was none. Apprehension raised chill bumps on her naked flesh. Dear god! What nightmare was this?
Two hands seized her elbows from behind and pressed them together, the act forcing her plump little breasts up and out. Red was on his knees in a thrice, capped a pinkish nipple with hot lips.
"Ooommm!" Amanda could not restrain this ejaculation to the good sensations. And when Red began to suck insistently, fingers toying with her twat, she gasped wildly. "Gah! Gah!"
The hands gripping her elbows pulled her free of the maddening lips and guided her toward the maternity table.
"No!" Amanda could not prevent visions of her being brutally gang-fucked from pouring through her mind. "No! Not that!"
Someone chuckled heartily in admiration - to Amanda an evil, hellish sound - and said: "This little Angela-poon is a real actress. You'd almost think her protests were sincere."
"Let me take her elbows," Amanda heard Red say, and the grip on her arms changed.
"No!" she gritted desperately as they neared the padded maternity table. "I won't get up on that! You can't make me get up on it!"
"Who wants you to get on it?" Red asked inoffensively as he steered her through the others. "We only want you to bend over it."
A second later that was precisely the position Amanda held - bent over the table, loins tightly against one side, head sticking out over the edge of the other. Then she heard the faint hum of electric motors and two of the Octopus' large mirrors came to rest a yard in front of her face. One mirror showed her from behind, Red holding her hands up between her shoulder blades, his rigid cock pointing toward the cleavage of her defenseless buttocks. The other mirror gave a graphic close-up of Jack and Jill on the Hollywood bed.
For a nuance Amanda forgot her predicament, and her heart skipped a beat at sight of Jill lying spread-eagled on the bed, head rolling back and forth, face contorted with ecstasy. Jack knelt between Jill's widely flung thighs running his moist tongue up and down her naked body. Very determinedly he sucked her heaving breasts to quivering hardness as Amanda watched, then began tracing his lips in a hot path down over the flat plane of her tummy to the inner surfaces of her thighs. Jill writhed and started under his caresses like a woman possessed, her fingers curling tightly in her brother's hair to pull his greedy lips deeper into her tingling flesh.
Even had Amanda not been held in Red's firm grip, she could not have moved. The two on the Hollywood bed held her spellbound. When she tried to blot the shocking reflection from her mind she failed - the lewd spectacle mesmerized her. She had to watch, found herself unable not to watch the man tinkering and sucking on the naked, squirming flesh of his lust inflamed sister.
Jill's mouth hung open in ecstatic rapture, her glassy, sex-glazed eyes stared upward at nothing as Jack positioned himself above her rapidly pumping belly. His hands pressed down on the smooth skin and his thumbs bracketed the hairy flanges of her pussy's lips. Amanda gasped in disgust when the thumbs moved apart slowly, parting the bristly pubic hair and exposing the moist pink slit of Jill's vagina for all the onlookers to ogle.
How vulgar! Amanda thought in a surge of pity for Jill. How vilely obscene, filthy and loathsome. Her dear departed mother had been right. Sex was a thing to be shunned above all.
Yet Amanda did not remove her transfixed gaze from the dainty bud of Jill's clitoris, which was clearly visible and throbbing wildly above the stretched elastic cuntal opening.
Jack's head dipped, his long wet tongue snaked out to flick teasingly at the quivering little peak of raw nerves at the top of Jill's slit. Jill's body jerked spastically when the electric-shock contact was made and her legs seized her brother's head, her soft thighs imprisoning it. Then her lush hips began to slow up and down rhythm in tempo to the probings of Jack's salivating tongue. Soft mewls of animal pleasure came from between her clenched teeth, and she was caught in a fit of mindless lust, her torso writhing like a wounded snake's.
To the watching Amanda, sex with her beautiful Aunt Karel or the mini-vibrator was one thing, but this was entirely something else, something with a grisly difference she could not define. She continued to gape, stunned, as Jill twisted lustfully from the depraved sucking at her pussy. Gorge stirred greasily in the pit of her stomach. As best she could from her awkward, bent-over position, she threw a fearful glance around at the Mercy Clubbers about the table. A tiny chill coursed up her spine. They were not watching the revolting antics of Jack and Jill Eddison. They were watching her! Yet there was nothing malicious or sadistic on their faces - only keen interest and anticipation.
The tiny chill swept over Amanda's entire body. Her insides knotted in fear. Perhaps she had inadvertently fallen into the hands of the benevolently insane.
"Mercy!" she bleated timidly. "Have mercy!"
"Haw!" The coarse male guffaw came from the outer edge of the group. "What besides mercy could you expect from the Mercy Club?"
In order to at least temporarily divorce herself from her shameful situation, Amanda forced her eyes once again to the mirror reflecting the scene on the Hollywood bed, where Jill squirmed in lewd surrender to the mouth and lips glued to her cunt. The Eddison girl's loins undulated under the obscene attack - and unknowingly, involuntarily, Amanda commenced to squirm her own loins against the edge of the table in unison with Jill's movements.
Red still held Amanda's arms behind her back, though not as tightly as before, and now he inched forward, bringing their bodies so close the up-angling stalk of his rigid sex-meat lay lightly within the cleavage of her tightened buttocks. His free hand stroked the satiny flesh of her back and sides soothingly, and occasionally he would pat her affectionately, like a stockman quieting a skittish filly on her first trip to the stud. Then he leaned forward into Amanda's ear, his grip on her wrists relaxing.
"Come up on your elbows if you like," he whispered. "You'll be more comfortable."
Without actually realizing she did so, Amanda responded at once, though when she tried to straighten all the way erect, the palm of a hand between her shoulders forbade it, and she went to her elbows, still watching Jack and Jill in wide-eyed absorption, not aware that she had squirmed her rear against Red's hard cock.
On the Hollywood bed, Jack's lips left his sister's panting cunt and began worming their way up her trembling body. The lips worked their way upward slowly, pausing on occasion when Jack's tongue would dart out to torture some sensitive spot, at which Jill would sob and gnash her teeth in ecstatic fervor. It was then that Amanda first noticed Jack's thick cock jutting from his crotch. Oddly, it reminded her of the snout of some evil cannon protruding from autumn-browned foliage and lying in ambush. Amanda thought Jack was preparing to sink his gaff into his sister's seething belly, but she was mistaken.
Instead, Jack moved slowly on his knees up over Jill's tremulous body till he straddled her breasts. Bulges of his ass squeezed into view as he sank down on his sister's teats, thick, rigid cock straight out from his belly, the purplish, blood-bloated head scant inches from Jill's gaping mouth. He reached a hand behind him, sunk the largest finger deep between Jill's wide open legs, and skewered it into the moistness of her cunt all the way. Jill jerked as he rotated it around, teasing the sensitive flesh of her inner-cunt until she gasped raggedly in absolute surrender to this lascivious plundering of her body.
Once Amanda imagined Jill attempted to squirm away from this teasing torture, but Jack's weight across her lush teats kept her pinned to the bed. She was completely at his mercy and Jack's grin, to Amanda at least, was lewdly sadistic as he reached down with his free hand, grasped his cock and rubbed the underside of the glans in slow swipes across her parted lips. Jill's tongue came out hungrily, licking at the small opening in the head. A thin string of semen seeping from it briefly bridged her mouth and she strained upward, the cords of her neck standing out, trying to capture the elusive cock in her mouth. But Jack kept it just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick the underside of the semen-drenched ridge beneath. Jill grunted and strained till Amanda felt certain the girl would burst a vein.
Unaware of her response to the erotic scene she witnessed, Amanda's breath came in rhythm with Jill's gasps after her brother's cock. Had Amanda been able to analyze the reason for these responses, she would have discovered that the subconscious yearnings of her vibrantly alive, healthy, sex-hungry young body were in opposition to her emotionalized opinion of her immediate situation. In short, she mentally abhored the circumstances of the moment but, in compliance with the laws of Nature, her physical self was feverishly anxious for a first fucking.
And so, when pressure of the hand between her shoulders lifted, and Red drew her up and back to bring their naked bodies in fleshy contact, her mind cried out in protest, yet her body accepted willingly. Red kept the forearm about her just under the overhang of her ripe little breasts, while his other hand trailed a soft, teasing path down over her belly toward her pussy. Her body quivered, reacting of its own accord, as his fingers combed gently through the strands of pubic fleece rising from the vee of her straddle. The hand curled downward into the hot, moist cranny between her legs, and a finger brushing her clit brought the tiny spur to throbbing awareness.
Amanda stiffened her loins as the hand curled further down into her crotch, parted the soft lips of her vagina and began to tease around in her labia. She gasped once, and flinched, yet made no other protest. In truth, when she flinched she shifted her body's weight, automatically spreading her feet further apart, thereby giving Red's impudent hand greater access to her cunt.
The rigid hugeness of his cock now pressed deep into the crevice of her ass, throbbing as though from a life of its own. Amanda pushed her buttocks back against the roll of male sex-meat.
Suddenly, from the Hollywood bed, a deep, gurgling sound came from Jill's throat as Jack pulled her head up off the mattress and rammed the glistening, turgid head of his cock between her slack lips. Amanda held her breath, positive Jill would strangle from the sheer mass of the hard prick searching for her gullet. But Jill did not strangle. Instead, she spread her jaws hungrily and began gobbling on her brother's cock as though she had waited a lifetime for the moment.
Jack leaned forward, braced himself on stiff arms and commenced a vigorous, small-hunch fucking into his sister's mouth. Jill's cheeks hollowed and expanded obscenely with each rapid in- and out-stroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic sheen of animal lust the spellbound Amanda could never have imagined. The raw brutality of it brought a moan from her throat, and her pink tongue darted out nervously to moisten her own lips as something inside her loins relaxed and grew wonderously warm as she felt the release of her juices. They flowed down their sensitive passage toward the opening of her cunt, the volume of them drenching Red's invading hand with sticky fluid.
Red could not ignore nor be unaffected by the thick, veined tube of fuck-flesh pumping into Jill's mouth, and Amanda could feel his cock jerking excitedly in the cranny of her buttocks as he bent close to her ear.
"Lean forward over the table again," he whispered. "I'll run my rod in up against your wooly-booger."
The request shook Amanda. "No!" she gasped over her shoulder. "I can't! I told you I'm not on the Pill."
"Don't worry," Red insisted quietly. "I'm not going to put it in, but just let the top of it lay up inside the lips."
The vulgar proposal excited Amanda strangely, albeit against her conscious will, and she groaned in surrender but obeyed. Her muscles felt like rubber and she pitched, rather than bent, down onto the padded, plastic top of the table. She shuddered from a wave of self-condemnation, from the pleasurable tingles of Red's fingers as he drew apart the fleshy folds of her pussy and eased forward, bringing the top of his pulsating penis lengthwise through the equally pulsating flesh of her vagina.
Quickly she darted a hand down around and under the table to her pleasure mound, felt the blunt nub of Red's cock sticking out beyond the hair, the shoulder of the glans pressing up against her clit, then jerked the hand back as though seared by flame - it was the very first male sex organ her fingers had ever touched. The fact jolted her. His cock was so ... so .... She threw a swift look to those gathered around the table, could still detect nothing from the expressions but sincere interest and anticipation.
A cool rush of air hit her backside as Red thumbed apart the mounds of her ass. Amanda flushed a deep crimson in shame. Her whole posterior was exposed to him and the others, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Nor any point in thinking she could. She was trapped, helpless, at bay, and, since she had been assured she was not to be fucked, would not be divested of her virginity by some big prick that split her apart at the same time, in her shame and humiliation she grimly resolved to endure the obscene liberty-taking with her body as best she could. Let them fondle her, play with her, excite her to the point of insanity so long as none of the men inserted his vile instrument into her vagina and spewed forth his filth.
It did not occur to Amanda that her flesh might not be in full accord with this grim resolution her mind had made, that her flesh might forsake her, betray her as she stood naked and bent over a table before strangers.
Without warning Red withdrew his cock from between the flanges of her twat and dropped to his knees, facing her trembling buttocks. Amanda stared so hard her eyes ached into the other Octopus mirror. She could see everything! Feel and see as Red placed his palms on the cheeks of her ass and spread them with his thumbs in the manner a man might separate into halves a peeled orange.
Sight of her own anus in the mirror rendered Amanda dumb-struck, froze her, and she boggled, slack-jawed, as Red held apart her buttocks and eyed her tiny pucker with tender affection. Of its own volition her anus blinked in angry protest at the untoward intrusion. Amanda shoved herself erect, or tried to, but a hand between her shoulders caught her and pressed her back down to the table, mashing her breasts against the surface. Quick fear seized her anew and she swung her head sideways and up as best she could, and looked squarely into the crystal blue eyes of Linda, the platinum blonde.
"What is Red up to?" she pleaded. "Please help me."
Linda smiled fetchingly and gave Amanda a huge, knowing wink, as if they shared a naughty conspiracy. Then she leaned forward to whisper: "You're doing great, Angela. The Molested Virgin role is perfect for you. Keep up the good work."
Since entering the Mackles' basement, since joining the Mercy Clubbers, the gravity of her situation struck Amanda with full impact, and the fear that had seized her but a moment ago multiplied in intensity. No matter what she said, these people would not believe her! No matter how hard she protested they would only think she was pretending as an embellishment to her unwanted and not understood role of Molested Virgin. The fear began to develop into raw terror; the agonizing, horrifying phase of her nightmare was about to begin.
In the mirror Amanda saw Red's curly head come forward toward her buttocks. She started violently when his tongue came out to lick moistly down the entire length of her cleavage, pausing only to dart a gentle blow at her tightly gripped rosebud. Then he began to lick in earnest.
"Oh, dear god!" Amanda groaned in feverish distress. "What's happening to me?" Her eyes clinched tight as the tantalizing licking spread delicious sensations over her body, teasing her like a sadistic demon from Hell itself. She quivered against her will, quivered and inched imperceptibly back against the maddening, sensuous tongue, screwing her buttocks in small circles against the raging madness of the raping tongue. Never had she felt anything like it, neither from her mini-vibrator nor from her Aunt Karel. It was different, somehow it was delightfully wicked, and it consumed the whole of her being so completely for the moment there was nothing else in all the world but the lashing tongue licking at her from behind.
"Here, Red," a feminine voice said. "You better let me fix you up."
Amanda forced her eyes open and saw the tanned girl who had worn the dildo standing beside Red, a tube of Preparation H, with applicator attached, in one hand. Into the other she squeezed a large glob of the ointment and began smearing it over Red's rigid root. Wondering, Amanda looked away in revulsion, made her gaze focus on the mirror showing Jack and Jill's reflection.
Jack now stood beside the Hollywood bed and Jill sat on the edge, only a scant inch of her brother's cock showing. The remainder was buried in her mouth and throat. She gobbled greedily at it, rolling her head this way and that, from Jack's ecstatic expression giving him the head-fuck of the century. As for Jill's expression; her eyes were glazed, out of focus, the flesh of her face slack and loose. As Amanda watched, Jack shivered mightily, did an insane sort of in-place jiggle, pawing the air in helpless submission as Jill clutched him close by the cheeks of the ass, contents of his disgorging cock overflowing at the corners of her mouth and dribbling down over her chin to drip on her out-thrusting teats below. Then Jack simmered down, sagged like a balloon with a bad leak as Jill wiped yang from chin and chest with a corner of the sheet.
Revulsion thickened in Amanda. Her horrified eyes changed to the other mirror, the one showing her behind, and she gaped in perplexity, wondering what was afoot. Cindy was greasing Red's thick, obscene prick carefully with the Preparation H, and the terror that had been gathering in Amanda's young breast grew tighter.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" she wailed in distress. "You said I wouldn't be fucked. You promised!"
The answering voice came from Linda directly in front of her. "But the promise extends only to conventional coitus, Angela. To keep you from getting knocked up. It did not cover fellatio, cunnilingus or anal-coitus. Didn't Marge tell you?"
Even though the sex-form words used by Linda had been defined by her Aunt Karel that morning, they were still comparatively recent to Amanda's vocabulary and she was some seconds sorting and identifying each. When her mind grasped the full import of the blonde girl's words she commenced to struggle desperately.
"Hold her," Red said quickly. "Hold her legs and keep her head down."
Hands grasped Amanda's ankles, drawing her legs apart. Another yoked across the back of her neck, preventing her from lifting her head or seeing little but the reflection in the glass.
Linda wiped her hands on some tissue and gave the tube of Preparation H to Red. "Here. You grease Angela. I suppose you're to fuck her first."
"I sure am," Red chuckled lustfully.
Amanda gasped, dry mouthed, into the mirror, seeing and hearing but trying not to believe.
"Hold her steady now." Again Red squatted close to Amanda's buttocks, this time for an entirely different purpose. He pulled aside one cheek of her ass, inserted the tube of ointment's applicator into her anus, and squeezed.
Amanda flinched violently as the greased nozzle of the applicator slid smoothly into her asshole, flinched again and gripped her anal sphincter tightly in protest as a cool presence from the ointment just beyond the opening of her nether throat. A chilly horror gushed over her restrained body.
They were going to fuck her in the ass! "No!" she screamed wildly. "God have mercy, no!"
"Easy now, Miss Molested Virgin," Red grinned, his ruddy face loose and full with quivering lust. Again with his thumbs he spread the mounds of her buttocks, looking down at the desperately clenched, little tannish pucker nestling there between. With a forefinger he smeared the external surplus of ointment over the pucker, then gently pushed the first joint of the finger into it.
At this brutal invasion of her most secret, sensitive parts a horrendous shriek of mortal terror tore from Amanda's lips, and she flailed her head wildly from side to side in agonized protest as Red eased the remainder of the finger into her anus and began to worm it about slowly.
"No-God! No-God! No-God! No-God!" At this piteous plea, murmurs of appreciation and approval came from those surrounding the maternity table. Dimly, through a whirling haze of escaping reality, Amanda caught fragments of conversation:
"She's a perfect Molested Virgin. My cock is harder'n flint and ..."
"She's the best this Club has ever had. When . . ."
"You'd think she was sincere in her protests. That they were the real thing. Always before .. ."
"Bernie Katzman and Marge McGhee have teamed up to pull a whizzer on us. Angela Gelhorn is a professional actress if I've ever seen one, and .. ."
"Yeah. And her looks, too. A living doll; pure candy poon. You don't see beauties like her floating around Hollywood and up for grabs. The ..."
"Right! I'll gamble Bernie's got her on contract. His scouts have been searching for someone to replace Cheri Hays whenever he finishes Can-Can Tilly. I'll bet..."
Through all these snatches of dialogue Amanda cringed and squirmed her loins into the edge of the table in desperate but despairing effort to free herself of the invading finger worming around in the rubbery depths of her colon. Then there were two fingers! She shrieked again, fought harder, but the grips on her ankles and wrists remained firm and steady.
"Hoof! Gnpht! Hutt!" The inarticulate sounds machine-gunned from Amanda's parched throat as the two fingers in her asshole commenced moving quickly from side to side in determined combat with the tension of her anal sphincter. Very gradually this tension lost the battle and. dissolved, and on her life Amanda could do nothing to prevent it. Seconds later her anus was an unresisting opening in her rectum. It was at this point Red withdrew his fingers.
Amanda almost wept with relief, foolishly thinking her tormenting humiliation about to end when, in fact, it was only about to begin. She realized this somewhat when she saw Red depress the boom of his long, thick cock and aim the bloated, obscene head of the grisly torture instrument at a target between her defenseless buttocks.
"No-God! No-God!"
This grunted cry of protest burned in her brain like a brand. Strangely hypnotized by the possibility of her impending demise, Amanda stared in bulge-eyed horror as she felt the throbbing end of the bald prick ooze smoothly between the sidewalk of her lubricated buttocks and come confidently to rest against the relaxed circle of her anal flesh. Vainly she strove to tighten her asshole in defense, but succeeded hardly at all.
Blood pounding through her ears created an enormous sound resembling the measured rumble of distant thunder, and against the plastic covering of the padded maternity table her struggling, naked young body was slick with sweat. Behind her, for a third time, Red, looking down, eyes avid in lustful absorption, thumbed apart the halves of her helpless buttocks, adjusted his stance by extending the distance between his feet, and leaned slightly forward. Due to the height of the table on which Amanda was held, the move brought the axis of his cock in direct line with the center of her descending colon. The glistening end of the pulsating prick rested snugly against the asshole it was about to ravish, and Red breathed deeply in effort to maintain his self-control. With all the lubricant used, and with all the time spent in getting the girl to relax her ass, he could still injure her through unnecessary haste.
And so, with immaculate caution, he gave a careful forward flick of his loins. The glans of his prick popped inside Amanda's asshole with no trouble at all.
This was too much for the innocent young girl broke over the table. During that tiny fraction of time it took Red to gain penetration, Amanda Grace Remmick's world as she had theretofore known it collapsed, came crashing down about her with a mighty shattering of concepts, precedents and human values. She did not go mad, did not lose contact with reality completely, but this sudden destruction of her girlish perspectives caused her mind to waver dangerously close to insanity. Her world rocked crazily from the devastating blow, like a small skiff in a raging hurricane, her mind spun temporarily out of control and, outwardly at least, she evinced all the violent symptoms and manifestations of a person evolving from the rationality of sanity to the murky grayness of stark madness. Paradoxically, due to the unique circumstances surrounding the matter, neither Amanda nor those observing, nor the red-haired young man involved with the act of impaling her, were aware of this.
To those of the Mercy Club standing around the table, they were witness to the bravura performance of by far the most accomplished Molested Virgin any had ever had the privilege of seeing. To the well-muscled young man with curly red hair; he was about to get the most nearly perfect piece of round-eye of his twenty-one years. And to Amanda, unwilling victim of the macabre farce; she was about to die, faced death in the most humiliating, degrading, despicable manner the human mind could imagine - death from a hard male cock driven without mercy up her ass. Again, it was too much.
As Red clasped her hips lightly and pushed a tiny fraction of his rigid meat deeper into her flesh, searing roils of liquid agony swirled through Amanda's tender young body, and she screamed. But the packed, expanded ring of muscle that was her asshole had suddenly become an engulfing ring of blinding pain that chopped the scream short in her throat. She strangled on it. Her amber eyes bulged wildly, protruded dangerously from their sockets, great blood vessels hammered on her swollen neck and her lovely face fused a deep, dull crimson as she fought against the pain with maniacal strength and fury. But the great fleshy ram of hot flesh oozing like slow death up into her bowels never paused. Then she caught her breath and screamed anew, this time without interruption.
The hoarse, guttural cry of the forsaken, mortally wounded poured from her throat in ugly, knotty ropes of sound, flooding the huge basement with a certain quality of fiendish terror that, bounced from the ceiling and floor and ricocheted off the walls in mindless protest at the excruciating agony of her inhuman ravishment.
' 'Mercy-God! Mercy-sweet-mother-of-God!"
She screamed again, again and again, the sounds subtly adopting a different timbre, carried eerie overtones of sonic proportions that caused the onlookers to shake their heads in unfeigned admiration and delighted approval. But Amanda was not aware of their reaction to her pleas for succor. She was aware of aught save the blistering agony engendered by the thick, demanding prick pressing ever onward into the unviolated recesses of her rectum. Once she felt the overpowering urge to expel gas. Another time she knew positively her bowels would move. Both of these fleeting sensations were mere fantasy. Her anal channel was so tightly packed with hungry male sex-flesh she could scarcely breathe, let alone evacuate.
"Aaahhh!" The voluptuous sigh of achievement came from Red's parted lips and Amanda, in a moment of startling clarity, saw in the mirror that the entire mass of his great and terrible engine of destruction was rigidly, tightly ensconced to the ultimate hilt in her asshole. Over and above the numbing agony of his penetration, she felt the tiny prickles from his bristly cock-hair against the sensitive surface of her nether flesh.
Again Amanda's sanity staggered badly, almost crossed that invisible, intangible line dividing the sane from the insane. Her face lost all expression, went wooden, became dead looking, and from her throat there commenced to issue a steady, non-varying stream of mindless, piggish grunt-squeals, the epitome of co-mingled horror, pain and acid-biting shame. Her facial muscles never moved from the grunt-squeals, and they came from her lips with no change in intensity or pitch as Red partially withdrew his turgid root from the clamping pressures of her tortured anus and began fucking into her with delicate expertise. Strangely, this very action halted Amanda's wild plunge toward madness and led her senses back to the more definite aspects of reality.
She whined like a tormented dog from the tube of fire her asshole had become, whined and whimpered in dumb acceptance of the thoughtless misery inflicted upon her, not realizing the pain caused by her assault was now considerably less than it had been at the onset. A deep, timorous breath shook her bodily when she became aware that the restraining hands no longer held her, and she stared into the mirror at the drawn, harrowed, tear-stained countenance she knew as that belonging to Amanda Grace Remmick as if it were as much the face of a stranger as those gathered about her. And all the while Red's thick greasy prick continued to piston smoothly, sweetly in and out of her burning, greasy asshole.
Though the biting agony of the prick's industry had lessened to a dull, brutish ache, Amanda was still not aware of this lessening. Even had the raping been painless there would still be the suffocating shame of being stripped naked against her will, stretched across a table and casually fucked in the ass before an audience.
A harsh gasp of raw lust running amok raked her ears, and once again her eyes found the man with his meat buried in her body. His face was swollen with blazing passion, and even as Amanda boggled at the mirror he snorted wildly, stiffened, and his huge cock grew more slippery inside her from the plethoric charge of vileness it disgorged into her bowels.
Suddenly she wanted to die. Moments ago she had been afraid she would. Now she desperately feared she would not. If -
The heavy thumping of a fist on the basement sounded loudly. Jill Eddison, still seated on the Hollywood bed and nearest the door, rose and opened it.
"Hi." The girl, who spoke as she breezed in, had a fresh vivacious look and wore an electric green pants suit - which she began removing at once.
A sudden fearful hush settled over the assemblage at the table. Red retreated a step, hauling his cock from Amanda's rectum and she whimpered piteously from a relief so tremendous it was painful, a bit dazed at discovering herself alive.
"I would have been here earlier," the newcomer continued chattily. "But I waited on Marge. Then she called to say she couldn't make it, but for me to come on anyway. And on top of that I had a flat. Luckily I was near a filling station."
"You were to come with Marge McGhee?" Jill's voice had a strange, unnatural quality. "Wha-what is your name?"
The girl, now almost naked, looked startled. "Didn't you expect me? Didn't Marge phone to say she couldn't come? I'm Angela Gelhorn, the
Molested Virgin for tonight."
A sharp gasp of dismay and self-condemnation went up from the group. Stunned, Red farted violently. But he recovered at once, stepped quickly to the table and helped a trembling Amanda to stand erect on wobbly legs.
"Little girl, there's been a terrible, tragic mistake." Red's voice shook with honest repentance and remorse. "How will you ever be able to forgive -?"
Amanda spat viciously in his face. Swifter than a striking cat her hand lashed out and down to leave four bloody streaks along the length of his still-hard cock. It wilted instantly. Jill came to where Amanda stood, put a sisterly arm around her shoulders.
"What is your name dear?"
"The same it's always been!" Scalding tears welled afresh in Amanda's eyes. "Amanda Remmick!"
"Where are you from - where do you live?"
"Next door! With my Aunt Karel Sutherlund!" Amanda let the tears stream freely, made no effort to suppress them.
"Holy Jesus," a man's subdued voice said. "Karel will have our hides for this."
"No she won't. Not everyone's. Only mine. This was all my fault." Red's voice shook with remorse as he faced Amanda. "She told me her name was Amanda Remmick, only I wouldn't believe her. I thought it was part of her ruse as the Molested
Virgin. I'll go to Karel in the morning with the whole story." He took a deep breath, ruddy face cast in lines of gnawing self-abasement. "Amanda, you can't know how sorry -"
"Sorry?" Amanda screeched, a fierce rage springing alive in her breast. "Sorry? you red-hairy sonofabitch! You get me in here, strip me naked, hold me over a table and stuff your vile thing up my ass, and you're sorry?" Tears blurred her amber eyes as she swept them over the group. "My mother was right! You're nothing but vilely obscene animals, filthy and loathsome - the lot of you!"
No sound was made nor word uttered as she hobbled painfully to the clothes rack, retrieved her frock and hobbled, more painfully than ever, slowly up the stairs.
She was fortunate in reaching her bedroom at her Aunt Karel's house before shock overcame her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Three hours later Karel Sutherlund returned from her date with Robert Mackles. Fifteen minutes after her arrival Mackles phoned her a detailed account of Amanda's misadventure. It was a commentary on an understanding of life in general and the idiosyncrasies of human relations in particular that she did not show hysteria. This is not to say the news did not alarm Karel. It did. And deeply. Yet she was not nearly so concerned with any physical damage done her niece. Amanda was young and healthy, her body would heal swiftly. But to one of Amanda's innocence and background, casual anal-rape could have dire traumatic consequences.
It was best, Karel reasoned, to treat the incident as if it were not an exceptionally uncommon happening. In short, she decided to play it down, to spoof it, to pretend that it was really something not very far outside the ordinary.
With this in mind, following her phone conversation with Mackles, she took a sleeping pill from the medicine cabinet of her bathroom and, along with a glass of water, made her way down the hall to Amanda's room.
Amanda lay straight as a stick on the bed, which was still cluttered with her new clothes. Her hands were folded as though in death just below the twin mounds of her breasts, and her face was wooden, without expression, and the eyes she fixed on the ceiling held a dead, vacant stare.
Karel forced herself to laugh as she sat down on the bed. "I brought you a sleeping pill, Amanda. With all the excitement you've been enjoying tonight, you may have trouble going to sleep."
Amanda never moved, gave absolutely no indication she knew of her aunt's presence.
Karel shook her gently. "Amanda dear. Come. Take the pill. It'll help you relax."
Amanda remained frozen, fixed eyes never wavering in their death stare. And then Karel used a ploy she felt certain would get a reaction.
"Amanda, please. You're not a child, but a mature young woman." This got paydirt. Amanda's eyes batted twice, and Karel continued hurriedly, stretching a bit further. "And what happened to you at the Club gathering tonight happens to many, many young women sooner or later in one form or another. Lordy! Wait till I tell you the first time it ever happened to me."
Amanda's eyes slowly, though very slowly at first, found her aunt's. The water spilled when the glass was dashed aside as she came erect and seized her aunt desperately about the neck with both arms.
"But Aunt Karel," she sobbed wildly. "They fucked me in the ass!"
Karel let her cry. Tears were a marvelous panacea. So she held the sobbing girl lightly, murmuring consolations and caressing her hair until Amanda, at long last, shuddered to a stop.
"They held me naked over a table and fucked me in the ass!" Amanda cried again. "Just like I was a piece of me-meat."
"Pooh, silly goose," Karel chided softly. "And if they hadn't held you, would you have permitted it? Of course not, yet it was a very valuable experience for you. In time you'll understand. The main thing at the moment is not to let it hassle you."
This was sound advice which Amanda, in the days that followed, seemed to heed. Yet before long Karel began to notice certain things that caused her no little apprehension. Amanda never allowed them to be alone together when either was undressed, for instance. Nor did the girl evince any of her former inquisitiveness concerning sexual matters, or ever refer to the fact that her mini-vibrator lay ignored in the drawer of Karel's bedside table. Then came the day Bernie Katzman again phoned Karel for a mercy fucking. Amanda locked herself in her room when he arrived, refused to come out till she heard him depart.
To Karel all this meant but one thing: Backlash of the basement was causing Amanda to change gradually into the sexless husk the girl's mother had been. And nothing, to Karel's way of thinking, could be a family tragedy of greater magnitude. As with a couple of times before when faced with a grave problem, she went to Robert Mackles for advice.
"Robert, please, what am I to do? I can't just stand by and let the child become a sexless - vegetable. All she does anymore is mope around the house, read, listen to the stereo, watch TV and the like. Half the time when I'm home I never know she's there. What am I to do, Robert?"
Karel made her plea to Mackles while they both sat at the elaborate bar in his basement.
"As I see it," he replied thoughtfully, "Amanda was introduced to the male-female sexual relations in reverse order. You said she was a virgin."
Karel nodded. "She's never had conventional sex with a man."
"And therein lies the root of the difficulty," Mackles went on. "Her first sexual encounter with a member of the opposite sex was by way of anal-coitus, when it should have been conventional coitus. Anal-coitus, cunnilingus, fellatio and the various other sex forms should come after conventional coitus. Never before. Had you arranged for Amanda to get rid of the burden of her maidenhead prior to her mischance encounter at the Mercy Club meeting, I feel certain this problem would have never arisen."
"And now?" Karel waited with bated breath. Before appealing to Robert, she was almost certain he would have a solution to her problem.
"And now get Amanda laid. Have on hand the fellow you select to couple with her, then we'll show her another of my erotic movies to get her so aroused she can't resist a coupling." Mackles shrugged expressively. "Human nature will take care of the rest. Here." He handed Karel a small clear capsule filled with white powder. "But I think nature should be helped along a bit, just in case. Remember the Club's Christmas party last year?"
For one of the few times in the last several days, Karel Sutherlund laughed happily. "Do I? How on earth could I forget. I've never been so roundly serviced so frequently by so many lusty studs before in my life. If -" She stopped abruptly, looking at the capsule in her hand. "That aphrodisiac you got from Kemp and put in the Christmas party punch - that's what's in this capsule. Why on earth couldn't I have thought of that? You're certain it won't harm her?"
"Amanda? Of course not, otherwise I wouldn't suggest it. PCPA is only harmful when taken in large amounts over a long period of time. The particular formula in that cap isn't very strong, either, so it won't be effective very long. Best have her coupling partner on hand when you administer it. The stuff is odorless and tasteless, you know. Can you get her to take it?"
"I think so. Shortly after her arrival from the east Amanda asked me what a Martini tasted like." Karel gave her friend a slow, sensuous smile. Worry over Amanda's condition had of late interfered with her own sexual pleasures, but since the problem was on the way to being solved . . .
"Who do you have in mind for Amanda's first coupling?" the handsome Mackles asked.
Karel's smile became warm, throaty laughter. "You, silly. And instead of showing her another one of your films to help this aphrodisiac, what say we perform for her in person?"
Mackles grimaced in mild disapproval. "You know my opinion regarding virgins - no woman is worth consideration as a sex object until after her deflowerment. Why me?"
"Because with your opinion you aren't likely to be overmuch anxious and hurt her. It'll be a good warm-up exercise for the Mercy Club meeting tonight. Will you do it?"
Mackles shrugged and smiled ruefully. "As board chairman of the Club, how can I refuse. And she'll never be a full-fledged woman till it's done, so . . ."
"Bless you, Robert." Karel glowed with enthusiasm and relief. "Now here's how we'll do it...."
When Karel's phone call invited Amanda to the Mackles' basement, Amanda felt no fear at returning to the scene of her accidental anal-rape. With her aunt and Mr. Mackles present, she would be safe from additional molestation.
Since the evening of her previous visit to the basement Amanda had been wallowing in a morass of frustrating contradictions that had little to do with her physical abuse of that night - she had suffered no serious physical damage. Even the mild soreness in her rectum had disappeared within twenty-four hours. The quandary in which she struggled stemmed from an emotional conflict that kept hammering at her the burning question: Should she or should she not foreswear all future sexual encounters - a question no healthy sixteen-year-old girl should be forced to face.
Be this as it may, Amanda was beginning to regard herself as a premature old maid when she descended into the Mackles' basement to find Karel Sutherlund and Robert Mackles standing naked beside the pool, sipping Martinis.
"I thought you might want to join us for conversation, dear," Karel called to her niece. "Anything is better than that horrid TV. And I fixed you a Martini. It's on the end of the bar if you want it."
Amanda threw a swift, furtive glance toward the maternity table on which she had so lustfully sacrificed, then walked to the bar. She had never before in her life tasted alcohol, and therefore harbored a curiosity to learn from first-hand experience if it was the nauseous stuff she had been taught back in Harpersville to believe it was. To her surprise, the Martini was delightful.
Understandably, her attention swung to the naked couple beside the pool and, in the nature of things, her amber eyes soon focused on the hefty cock angling upward from Robert Mackles' loins. How huge it was! And somewhat more strangely shaped than she'd ever seen. All the others had been armored with a blunt, bulbous head, but the end of Mr. Mackles' was relatively small to the rest of its size. Nor was there any foreskin. Not a smidgen. And the instrument itself, from directly behind the shoulder of the glans to the very base, thickened so noticeably that, with the small head, it appeared pointed. A vague tremor she did not understand coursed through Amanda. Premature old maid or not, she was too much the female not to be fascinated by the male sex organ.
Amanda finished her Martini and stared in perplexity at the few drops remaining in the glass, faintly disturbed at the soft flush of cozy warmth spreading outward from the regions of her lower tummy. She recognized the pleasant sensation, yet was unable to decide if she should be happy or unhappy because of it. Since the night of her defilement she had forbidden herself to think of sex; a self-imposed rule that she obeyed religiously - when she was able. Now, however ...
"Of course I will," Karel laughed merrily, speaking extra loud for Amanda's benefit. "I'd be delighted to do it for you, Robert. Just take a seat on one of those bar stools over there."
Amanda watched with interest as they approached and Mackles seated himself on a stool beside her. He placed his long legs out in a wide-angled vee. Karel dropped to her knees between his legs, then looked up questioningly at her niece.
"This won't bother you, will it dear? I mean, because of what happened sex-wise to you in here in the basement before?"
"I -" Amanda gulped - hard, then ventured timidly. "What are you going to do, Aunt Karel?"
"Give Robert a blow job." Karel enjoyed immensely going down on Robert Mackles - his orgasm was always a beauty to behold - but this was all part of their scheme to give the aphrodisiac a boost and get Amanda further aroused sexually.
Amanda gulped again. "Oh."
"Do you mind, dear?"
"Uh - oh, no."
"Karel and I can go upstairs if you like, Amanda," Mackles said easily in his best soft-sell voice.
To this Amanda gave no answer save a brief shake of her head, for she sat with hypnotized gaze locked on Mackles' cock. The cozy warmth spreading through her body grew warmer, her cheeks flushed a rich pink and her eyes held an odd glitter. When her aunt grasped Mackles' cock, levered it forward like the brake handle of a Conestoga freight wagon and began to caress the nub of it with her tongue, Amanda's breath quickened and she licked suddenly dry lips.
Karel paused in her licking. "If the Martini made you over warm, dear, why not take a dip in the pool while I finish with Robert. I'll have him blown in minute or two. Then we'll talk."
The threat of death itself could not have allayed the unseen force that directed Amanda's movements in removing her garments. She simply had no power to resist it, and by the time she kicked free of her panties and stood there naked, her aunt's cheeks bulged and hollowed rhythmically in unison with the up and down of her head-action above Mackles' rod.
Karel stopped sucking, looked up at Mackles in furtherance of the scheme they had devised. "I'm sorry, Robert. That Martini has given me the wee-wees. I've got to go to the little girls' room. I'll be back in a moment." She rose to her feet in speaking, started off, caught herself and turned to her niece as though in inspiration. "Amanda, take over for me, will you dear?" She patted the pointed end of Mackles' cock with a dainty forefinger. "We girls can't let such a treasure gc waste. I won't be but a sec." And she was off, leaving Amanda staring about, dumb-stricken by confusion.
"Come closer, Amanda," Mackles said gently. And when the girl got within reach he pulled her into the wide-angled vee of his out-flung thighs, drew her so close the sensitive tips of her virgin nipples touched his bare chest, and his hot prick pressed against her belly flesh. Between the aphrodisiac and the Martini, Amanda's flesh was feverish to his touch.
"You and I haven't seen much of each other since your arrival in California," Mackles continued in the same gentle, soft-sell tone. "Do you like living with your aunt?"
Amanda swallowed with great difficulty, thoughts in a turmoil. All her resolutions about shunning sex were .. . "Yes, Mr. Mackles."
"Call me Robert. Please. Mr. Mackles sounds so cold and distance." He pulled her unresisting head into his shoulder and traced lazy fingers down the smooth surface of her back. She shivered. "Will you do that for me? Will you call me Robert?"
Amanda nodded against his shoulder, whispered hoarsely, "Yes, Robert."
"Good. Now tell me. If you wanted to, would you take up where Karel left off?"
Amanda's eyes were already focused downward, resting on the rigid roll of flesh against her belly. Strangely, sight of the instrument caused not fear or apprehension, but a peculiar yearning that increased with each tick of the clock. "I don't know," she said, still whispering. "I've never su-sucked a man before." Then, to her absolute surprise, she added: "But Aunt Karel has given me a little black notebook with all the Mercy Clubbers' names and phone numbers - she says I'm a bona fide member of the Club now."
"I don't think you should have gone down on any man until after you've become acquainted with conventional sex," Mackles said.
Amanda drew her head back to look him directly in the eyes. "You don't?"
"That's right. I don't. No virgin should until she's a full-fledged woman, and she can't be a full-fledged woman until she isn't a virgin. Does that make sense?"
"I-I don't know. But I know what you mean - I think."
"You do want to be a full-fledged woman, don't you Amanda?"
At that precise instant the combined force of the aphrodisiac and the Martini erupted to peak strength in Amanda Remmick's young body, and she quaked like an aspen. On a wild impulse she flung her arms about Mackles' neck, shoved her soft, naked body into his, and from an atavistic feminine compulsion ground her unmolested pleasure mound vigorously against his rigid cock.
"Oh yes, Robert!" she gasped desperately. "I want to be a woman! Oh yes-yes-yes!"
It was the cue Mackles had hoped for. Without a word he swept her into his arms and strode toward the row of Hollywood beds lining the wall near the door. He deposited her ever so gently on the very same bed used by Jack and Jill the last time Amanda had been in the basement, and she lay there looking timorously up at him, hands cupping her breasts, one leg out straight, the other drawn and canted over it as if to defend her virgin poon from the invasion of unwarranted eyes.
Mackles regarded her in silence a full half minute. Virgins did not inspire him to an attitude of great erotic endeavor, but this one . . . without a word he stretched out on an elbow on the bed beside her, pushed the raised knee aside and drew the other leg into a fold to match it. Amanda offered no resistance, but lay with heels tight against her buttocks, thighs widely spread. Large-eyed, she gulped noisily:
"Wi-will it hurt?"
"Perhaps a little, but only a little and it passes immediately." Mackles lifted her hands aside and dipped his head. Amanda gasped loudly, shivered from head to toe as his lips captured the sensitive nipple of a breast.
"Ooommmm!" she sobbed desperately at the ceiling. "Ooommmm!"
Mackles caressed the pinkish-tan crown with his tongue, which brought a glissando of tiny yelps from Amanda's working throat, and placed a hand flat against the slightly-concave surface of her tummy an inch above her pleasure mound. She moaned raggedly, and flinched when the hand moved to cover the mound. Flinched again as one finger went exploring down between the moist, parted lips of her hot little pussy. "Rob-Robert, ahhhh."
He paid no heed, but continued the exploration, thumb resting lightly atop her pulsating little passion spur. A weird sound came from her throat when the exploring finger eased down through the touchy walls of her vulva and came to rest against the juicy cuntal opening. He withdrew his mouth from the trembling flesh of her breast and looked at her in mild puzzlement.
"Karel said you were a virgin."
Not understanding, Amanda returned his look in a dumb agony of lust. "Ye-yes," she said, then emitted a sharp, short squeal from the finger entering her cunt. "B-but I've used a vibrator."
Mackles did not reply, but capped her other nipple with the heat of his mouth and with meticulous caution began easing a second finger in to join the first. Apparently the vibrator had done much more toward expanding her vagina than either she or Karel realized. His interest quickened. Amanda squealed again at the entry of his second finger, though not in pain, and grabbed his hair with both hands.
"Eeeeeyah!" she sobbed. "Eeeeeeyah!" Karel sauntered leisurely to where Amanda and Mackles lay on the couch, the Octopus' control box in her hand. Neither of the two on the couch knew of her presence at first, nor heard the low hum of electric motors as she pressed buttons on the box, then placed the box on the floor.
Dimly, through a thickening haze of ravenous lust sponsored by the Martini and the aphrodisiac, Amanda became aware her beloved aunt stood beside the bed.
"How is it, dear?" Karel inquired quietly. "How do you like it with a man?"
"Ahhhh, dear-God." At the moment Amanda was incapable of producing any other sounds. "Ahhhh-ahhhh, dear-God." And gave no sign of acknowledgment when the Octopus' mirrors moved silently in position to show a graphic close-up of her straddle and Mackle's hand at her pussy.
Robert Mackles, the first two fingers of his right hand now inside her to the second joint, was beginning to realize he might just possibly be in for the screw of a lifetime despite his opinion of virgins, and decided at once to make the most of it by also making it a memorable fuck for Amanda. His plan to accomplish this was simplicity itself. It called for holding off their orgasms as long as possible, then time the coupling in such a way that they would both cum together. This in mind, he withdrew the hand from the moist heat of her cunt, released her nipple and shifted his weight into the yoke of her widely-spread thighs and, using both elbows for leverage, scooted toward the foot of the bed until they were face to face. Not speaking, he lowered his mouth to hers.
Amanda's nostrils flanged delicately at the touch of his lips, and she responded instinctively by circling his head with her arms and working her mouth up against. For a moment their tongues engaged in gentle combat, then Mackles captured hers with his lips and commenced to suck the gossamer flesh tenderly. Amanda's loins jerked impulsively, as though in search of ravishing male meat, and the breath in her nostrils made sibilent sounds.
"Ooommmm," she sobbed plaintively when the kiss ended. "Ooommmm, it's killing me."
Mackles kissed her chin, her cheeks and eyes, forehead, and the tip of her nose before tracing his lips down the soft curve of throat to her breasts again, pouncing on the nearest with avid enthusiasm. Amanda quivered.
There was neither envy nor jealousy in Karel Sutherlund's heart as she watched her best friend give her virgin niece a tongue bath. She felt only relief and a vast satisfaction. With her first fucking, Amanda would thereafter be much better equipped and qualified to fend sexually for herself, and Karel could attend more closely to her own erotic pursuits. Tonight, Karel promised herself, she would try to see that Amanda got the fucking of a lifetime. The men of the Mercy Club would ...
"Mm mm," Amanda moaned dreamily as Mackles' lips deserted her breasts and commenced criss-crossing her body, descending further toward her loins at transverse. "Mmmm-ahhh." The lust-bomb in her belly ached to be triggered. "Ooommmm-ahhh, mmmm-ah."
"Is it good, dear?" Karel took a seat on the bed beside them.
"I-I-ca-can't talk!" Amanda stuttered, releasing Mackles' hair and curling her fingers behind the angle of his jaw. "It's so g-good I can't ta-talk."
She bucked smally and her anus puckered hard from the touch of Mackles' tongue as it searched through her navel.
"Oh, lord," she groaned in an agony of lust. "Oh lord-lord-lord have mercy-mercy."
"Don't fight it, dear," Karel instructed. "Give in to it. Just relax and enjoy."
Mackles moved further down in the bed to begin laving and licking the soft flesh of her tummy, his maddening tongue sending waves of lust-bumps over her body.
"I -I -"
"Easy dear. Lie still now."
"Aunt Kar-Kar-Karel, I -"
The tongue torturing her tummy crept unerringly lower toward its destination, and when Mackles' nostrils caught the first whiff of virgin perfume wafting upward from her crotch he shuddered with lust and inhaled loudly, but neither paused nor varied in his ministrations.
"Aunt Kar-Karel -"
"It's so good I ca-can't stand it any -
Ahhhheeeeyah!"
The tongue began foraging through the fleece shielding Amanda's tender pleasure mound and she arched her back, going rigid, bug-eyed in taut preparation for the tongue seeking her clit. "Oh-god, oh-god, oh-god," she whined in a lather of lust.
But the tongue did not touch her clit. Mackles would not permit it. Had he done so, the move would have triggered the sex-bomb in the girl's belly, and for this he was not quite ready. So he scooted a bit further down on the bed and adroitly bypassed Amanda's seething pussy with his tongue, did not let his lips come directly in contact with it. Instead he switched to the sensitive thigh flesh adjacent to her vagina, seized a mouthful of the sweet flesh with his lips and began to suck with gusto, going back and forth again as he worked his way toward her knee. After he finished with it he transferred to the other and worked back toward her straddle. When he once more came face to face with her panting pussy the urge became too great; he had not the power to resist and so, just once, he nuzzled into the furry crevice, stuck his tongue out and down till its tip met her cuntal opening, then, with a flick of his head, swiped the tip briskly up through her labia, striking her clit as it emerged.
"Heeee-rak!" The sharp sounds cracked from Amanda's lips. Her belly bucked upward and she clutched the bed, staring wildly at her aunt as Mackles pushed himself erect between her thighs.
"Robert," Karel asked. "Are you going to use a lubricant? I would. It'll be quicker."
Mackles gave her a lop-sided grin. "Okay, Mamma. Go fetch."
When Karel returned from a wall locker in the corner with a tube of Preparation H, she handed it to her tormented niece.
"You grease him up, dear." Karel resumed her seat on the edge of the bed again. "You might as well learn how at the beginning."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Slowly the red lust-haze before Amanda's eyes dissolved and she struggled up to a seated position, which put her head-on with the kneeling Mackles' hard cock. With round eyes she regarded the enormous instrument, unconsciously squeezing a generous measure of the ointment into her hand. Aside from the night of her anal-attack, when she had impulsively fingered Red's nub, Mackles' was the closest she had ever been to a set of male genitals, though Mackles' prick had pressed against her belly at the bar. Regardless, Amanda discovered herself victim of an overpowering urge to know more of the male penis and its appendages, and leaned forward for a minute inspection.
"Go ahead, dear," Karel said. Being female herself, she was well aware of the powerful fascination Mackles' cock harbored for her niece. "Play with it. Kiss it if you like. Robert won't mind."
Amanda breathed deeply, nose half an inch from Mackles' prick, and when her nostrils filled with the aphrodisical male musk emitted by his genitals and crotch she started in wonderous surprise at the sudden fierce yearning to know the feel of his cock in the depths of her gullet. She clasped the haft of his meat in one small hand and parted her lips, leaning closer.
"Oh!" Karel clapped her hands in sheer delight. "You're doing marvelous, dear. By tonight at the Mercy Club meeting you'll be thoroughly oriented."
Amanda's silken hot lips converged about Mackles' glans, her gossamer tongue tantalizing it as she sucked experimentally, and Mackles whinnied explosively, fearing his asshole might devour itself. His vision blurred, sweat stood out on his forehead and he gnashed his teeth in a frenzied struggle to keep from cumming.
"Wait," he croaked desperately. "Remember what I told you. Fellatio should always come after conventional sex."
Relief hissed from him like a ruptured pressure tank when Amanda backed off with an impish grin, and proceeded to spread his cock with ointment. She greased it thoroughly, the glans, the shoulder, the shaft down to the very base, then wiped her hands on the towel offered by her aunt, the grin on her face abruptly replaced by a look of harrowing lust. She fell back to a reclining position, glazed eyes on the man between her thighs.
Karel laughed softly. "I believe you two need a coach. You've become so enamored with the preliminaries you're neglecting the real thing." She smacked Mackles playfully on the ass. "Come on, Robert. Get yourselves together."
While Mackles was positioning himself over her, Amanda happened to notice action within range of her side vision, and glanced toward the mirrored wall to stare herself squarely in the pussy, Mackles' big lubricated prick poised to plunder in. The fierce sexual hungers tearing at her banished from Amanda's mind all thoughts of any possible pain to come. If it must be, so be it. Let it come. She wanted to be a full-fledged woman, so that at the Club's get-together later . . .
"Will you put it in?" Mackles whispered close to her ear. "Or shall I?"
Before Amanda could form a reply her aunt spoke from beside them. "Let me do the honors." With this she changed positions by going to the foot of the bed, leaned over it into the yoke formed by the twin pairs of legs and, reaching forward, daintily grasped Mackles' engine between thumb and forefinger. Sight of the hefty male instrument about to couple with virgin genitals brought home to Karel with a thud that she herself was in dire need of a man-root searching amongst her inner organs, but she repressed the surge of lust that welled inside her by concentrating on the task at hand. Once her niece was deflowered, then she could attend to her own needs.
"A little to the right, Robert." Her voice shook with denied passion.
Mackles moved his ass to the right, which brought his cock more into position; Karel guiding it with her fingers.
"A little more, Robert. And down a bit. That's it, that's it. Right there. Now go ahead."
Amanda lay motionless under Mackles, knees drawn up, acutely conscious of the weight of his body pressing lightly down against hers, each point of contact a source of delicious erotic prickles feeding the lust in her loins. Her dewy lips were parted with expectancy, her eyes moist with tender passion, and she breathed in soft gasps, holding her naked body rock steady while her aunt maneuvered the man about to fuck her into position.
Just as this was completed, just as her aunt said: "Now go ahead," she turned her head sideways in time to see the bald knob or Mackles' cock kiss the fiery flesh of her waiting vagina. A small, animal sound issued from her throat at the contact of their heated flesh and shivered out of control.
"Gnyah!" The grunt ejaculated from her lips like a shot. She boggled at the mirror, in near-fiendish exultation blooming in her naked body. The head of Robert's prick was inside her pussy!
The Martini, the aphrodisiac and the inherent desire of a healthy young girl to shed her hymen and take her rightful place among the scheme of sexual things overcame any apprehension for pain Amanda had left. She suddenly, fiercely wanted her first fucking to become an incident of the past.
"Go ahead, Robert," Karel said from the foot of the bed. "Put it in." Her anxiety for the happening to be history almost equaled that of her niece. For a close observation point she crawled forward on her elbows and rested her chin on folded hands, eyes not six inches from the joined genitalia.
"Oh, god, it's good, it's good," Amanda whined inanely, the nub of Mackles' prick gripped by the tight ring of her virgin cunt-flesh a comforting pressure. "Good-good-good."
Mackles wiggled his ass experimentally, pressing forward cautiously, and the move swung his dangling balls back and forth over Karel's brow.
"Again," Amanda panted into Mackles' mouth. "Ooooh, wiggle it again - Gnyah!" She blinked, caught her breath and stared at the mirror. Mackles' obedience with her feverish request had pushed a fraction more of his sex-meat into her vagina. The pain accompanying the move was too minor for consideration. "Again!" she begged. "Do it agai - Gnyah!" And again a fraction of the invading prick disappeared into her pussy. "Oh god-oh god," she sobbed feebly. "It's good. It's - ahhhh."
"Does it hurt?" Mackles whispered. His asshole was squeezed so tight a greased hair couldn't have been pulled from it with a block and tackle. His balls ached to cast off their great store of semen, and his prick was so hard it felt numb.
"Amanda, are you all right?" Karel's voice was muffled somewhat by her proximity to their connected sex organs. The short section of Mackles' gaff buried in Amanda's pussy appeared as though Amanda were giving birth to a veined stump of flesh with testicles attached.
"Y-yes, Aunt Karel." The words were followed by a tremulous sigh.
"Raise your knees higher if you can, dear, and cross your ankles over Robert's back."
Amanda obeyed promptly. The move brought her loins higher toward Mackles', and his rigid prick eased another fraction into her vagina. Suddenly she felt something inside her give way, felt a hot looseness come into being in her lower tummy, and for a moment assumed Mackles was squirting his cum into her womb, not realizing nature had relaxed her inner-cunt muscles and released an additional flow of female juices, the better to prepare her for receiving the male prick.
"Oh, Robert," she whispered hotly. "You're cumming into me - aren't you?"
Mackles could only offer a negative grunt. His groins flamed, his balls were two coals of fire and his asshole gulped madly.
"Robert," Karel said with conviction, "if you don't go ahead and put it in, I'm going to grease my finger with some of this ointment and stick it up your ass." By way of emphasizing this threat she raised her head to his scrotum, purled out a pink tongue and curled one of his nuts into her mouth.
Mackles snorted like a scalded stallion, and bucked his loins forward in a thrust that drove his cock deep. Amanda cried out sharply, once, against the pain of the thrust, which was replaced immediately by an awesome goodness inspired by a certain sensation of fullness tight between her thighs and spreading swiftly in all directions over her body. She gaped at the mirror, saw the entrance of her vagina stretched so tightly around the very base of Mackles' cock it was virtually bloodless, and again knew the fierce surge of exultation.
She was no longer a despicable virgin!
"Ooommmm," she sighed blissfully. "H-how sweet it is." She worked her ass about, squirming the torrid passage of her cunt on the throbbing male cock ensconced hilt deep inside it, and gave the man above her a smile of rare beauty, pointing to her neck. "I feel you up here, Robert. It seems I can taste the head of it in my mouth. Wiggle a little."
Since his impromptu thrust, Mackles had been struggling mightily to fight back the orgasm raging for expression in his loins. Amanda's request that he wiggle a little did nothing to help him dominate the urge, and he knew it wouldn't be long. All flesh had a point of no return and he had about reached his. Never again would he decry the duty of virgin-fucking. Not after taking Amanda
Remmick's cherry. This girl was a natural!
"Go on, Robert dear," Amanda insisted intimately. "Wiggle a little."
Mackles gathered himself and commenced an ass rotating in-out fuck action that had him the darling with female members of the Mercy Club, and before he completed half a dozen cycles breath hissed keenly from Amanda's lips, she blushed a warm crimson all over and heat began rising from her naked body in waves. Then she jiggled - bodily. Lying there under Mackles' light pressure, speared like an insect on his plundering cock, she jiggled all over so hard her teeth rattled. And then the big prick pistoned rhythmically into her pussy, probing amongst her secret places, triggering the lust-bomb in her belly.
"I'm kuh-kuh-cuming!" she cried wildly. A second later she exploded into action, a clawing, screeching, grunting orgasming Thing, flailing the air with her legs and beating Mackles on the ass with both heels as wave upon wave of raw ecstasy gushed from her spasming cunt to each atom of her body. Her eyes stuck out. Several times her tongue thrust from between strangely-contorted lips, resembling an oddly-shaped little gopher, and her small teeth clicked together as a frenzied feline snarl of spending lust came from her throat when she snapped viciously at Mackles' shoulder.
"Ahh-uh!" The sound bounced from her throat as she strove for breath. "Uk! Uk!" Then she sluiced her lungs full of air and babbled incoherently, in a mindless dither of seething orgasm, belly muscles knotting, molars grinding as her convulsing cunt chewed and gulped on the stalk of throbbing sex-flesh buried in her belly. Her head lashed out of control, and when the orgastic storm commenced to wane somewhat she cried out piteously.
"Aunt K-Karel. Oh god! Mamma! It's killing me!"
At this point Robert Mackles grunted hoarsely, couched his loins tightly into Amanda's and rumbled deep in his chest. The fiery maiden juices that had been flushing about his cock now became mixed with plethoric bolts of equally hot male sperm pumped by his balls into her squirming belly from a seemingly-bottomless well in his rutting body.
When Amanda felt the heat from his man-seed blossom in her womb, the violence of her display faded in lieu of an awesome serenity that enveloped her and she cooed sweetly, whispering endearments and hunching her hot cunt up tight around his disgorging prick as it flooded her inner organs with cum.
"Mercy," she murmured blissfully when Mackles at last sighed heavily and relaxed his weight down against her. Then she giggled impulsively.
"You've drowned me inside, Robert. I bet I slosh when I walk."
Mackles gasped for breath.
"Some fuck, that." This from Karel as she again changed positions and returned to sit on the side of the bed. She eyed her niece with speculative concern. "How does it feel not to be a virgin?"
"Mmmmm," Amanda replied dreamily. "Chastity was never like this." She felt Mackles' cock deflating inside her and pecked him tenderly on the nose with her lips. "That thing you've got in me is a traitor. He's deserting both of us and I want to be fucked again."
Mackles prepared to withdraw. "So soon?"
"And what's wrong with so soon? That was my very first fucking - I like being fucked."
"And what a marvelous fucking it was." Karel looked at her niece with unfeigned admiration and relief. "For both of you."
"Pooh!" Amanda pouted fetchingly. "I could do it again - several times."
"Nix," Mackles chuckled. "This old hoss must recuperate a few minutes." He had cum so violently his nuts ached with a dull burning ache and he felt dazed and trembly. "Besides, we'll all get a thorough workout at the Club tonight." He looked at Amanda. "I especially wanted you to meet Marge McGhee, but she phoned this morning that she'll be out of town for a few days."
"I could sure use a workout," Karel said wistfully. "And right now. I'm hot as a two-dollar pistol." She circled a hand around and felt of Mackles and Amanda's still-joined genitals. "My god, you're floating in a puddle of yang."
Amanda giggled, feeling more vitally alive than ever before in her life. "I told you I'd slosh when I walked."
Mackles eased backward, hauling his limp, rubbery cock from Amanda's belly, but just as he was about to sever the coupling completely Amanda squeezed her vulva sphincter tight around the glans and his cock stretched twice its normal length before it pulled free with a wet, spongy thuck.
"Gnh," Amanda grunted delicately in disappointment. "Darn. I want to be fucked on some more."
"Don't worry," Mackles grinned. "You soon will be. Every hard cock in the Club will be pointing in your direction tonight." He looked at Karel. "My dear, this beautiful young niece of yours is a natural; no question about it."
A startled look swept over Amanda's lovely face. "Heavens!" She was off the bed in a flurry of action. "I've got to clean up! Otherwise in a few months I'll be sporting a watermelon belly!"
Karel laughed easily. "Not on your life. That vitamin pill I've been giving you each morning at breakfast is really a birth control pill. You've no need to worry about getting pregnant."
Amanda heaved a soulful sigh of relief, and threw Mackles an elfin grin. "Then I hope every hard cock at the Club gathering tonight does point in my direction."
CHAPTER NINE
Amanda was first to appear for the Club's get-together in the basement that night and, as the newest member and being female, she was the focal point of interest from the men. During the first hour she got fucked exactly one baker's dozen of quickies.
"And that's all right now," Karel would caution each fellow as he approached Amanda for a lay. "Just a quickie to take off the excess pressure and get acquainted, sort of. I don't want Amanda fatigued before the party gets going good."
For Amanda that first hour was a rose-colored time of spastic orgasms on the maternity table in which she discovered she was not only a very quick cummer, but also a rapid repeater. Sam, the fat man, was the first to bring the subject up. Amanda lay on her back on the table, thighs wide, calves resting in the supports, when Sam inserted the stubby roll of his cock into her vagina. Almost instantly she began to orgasm. By the time Sam unloaded a couple of minutes later she had orgasmed twice and was well on her way to a third.
"Better keep a close eye on the kid," Sam cautioned Karel after drawing her aside. "It's possible she might be susceptible to Orgasmus Continum. I thought I noticed symptoms of it just now when I fucked her."
"Orgasmus Continum?" Karel frowned in concern. "Whatever on earth is that? Is it bad?"
"It all depends on your point of view. Factual information is woefully skimpy on the subject. I've never encountered but one case and that was years ago in medical school. It won't cause her any mental or physical damage, of course, and she'll probably glory in every minute of it, but it could become terribly embarrassing if she succumbed to it utterly and commenced approaching strange guys in public for a coupling."
"But - what is it, Sam? What does it do? How does it affect a person?"
"Orgasmus Continum is Latin for continuous orgasm, which is a misnomer, really. But that about explains it. One of these times Amanda might start cumming and not stop until she passes out. The end result of this, so far as medical knowledge goes, is that any woman - it only affects the female - is that any woman with
Orgasmus Continum eventually becomes an insatiable nymphomaniac."
"Oh." Karel laughed shakily with relief. "Is that all. Well, if Amanda does become a nympho, I'm sure you fellows in the Mercy Club can satisfy her needs."
After an all-too-brief hour on the maternity table, for Amanda, Karel led her to the bar.
"A good stiff Martini will brace you like wonders," Karel confided as she mixed the drinks.
"But - Aunt Karel. A Martini isn't the kind of stiff thing I want."
"Oh pooh, silly goose. You don't want to exhaust yourself on that table before the gathering gets under way, do you? Bernie and some of the others will be coming before long."
"I wasn't exhausting myself on that table," Amanda replied peevishly. "I was getting deliciously fucked."
"Never mind. Just drink your Martini like a good girl - why do you keep watching the door?"
Amanda's peevishness faded with a giggle. "I'm waiting for Simon Terry. That's his real name."
"Waiting for Red? Whatever for?"
"To tease him a bit, among other things. And I want him first, before Linda or Cindy or some of the other girls get hold of him."
"Have you seen him since -?"
"Since he screwed me in the behind, thinking I was Angela Gelhorn? Huh-uh. But I've been tempted to call him."
Karel, not understanding, said soothingly: "Now you mustn't be too hard on him, dear. He called me at the office the other day after it happened and apologized for hours. I thought I would never get him off the phone. What he did was an honest mistake. I hope you don't hold it against him."
Amanda shook her head. "I'm not holding it against him." It was all she said, and sat thoughtfully studying her Martini, realizing her aunt was not aware of the reason she anxiously awaited Red's arrival. However, her aunt should have been. Pure and simple, Amanda wanted Red to fuck her. He was the first male she had ever had any form of sexual contact with, and even though that contact left her roundly screwed in the behind, Red, inexplicably, held a very special place in Amanda's thoughts. She yearned to be roundly screwed by him again, but this time not only in the behind.
When Red arrived Amanda kept out of sight until he finished stripping, then charged up in pretended rage.
"You red-hairy sonofabitch!" she stormed.
Red dodged, stepped back. "Amanda, please. Listen to me, sweetness. I'm sorry. Honest to god -"
"Hush!" But with this Amanda's pretense collapsed, she could not support it any longer, and flung herself into Red's muscular arms midst a gale of girlish giggles, covering his ruddy face with happy kisses.
Taken aback, Red held her close, his cock bucking up to a solid hard between her hot young thighs. "Duh!" he gulped. "You really don't hate me?"
"No, silly." She poked a pink tongue into his mouth and darted it about as her thighs snuggled around his root. "Only I think you owe me something."
Red shook his head to jar his thoughts back in line. "What?"
Amanda pulled his head low, whispering into his ear.
Delight and surprise overspread Red's features. "You mean it? Where?"
"Over there on that couch in the far corner. It's out of the way. And I have everything there. First we do it like the first time, then face to face, and then -" She stopped, studying his face intently.
"And then what?"
"Will you suck my pussy?" she breathed hotly. "Aunt Karel says it's fabulous."
Red grabbed her arm. "Come on."
They reached the couch in record time and, as Red coated his hard penis liberally with the Preparation H Amanda had laying on the couch, she asked in breathless anticipation: "What position do you want me in?"
"Whatever position you want."
"Can you do it to me belly to back; with me on my tummy and you on top?"
"We can, ma'am." Red grinned joyously and offered a little bow. Already his cock ached like ninety. "Assume the position. But why the back side again?"
"To satisfy a curiosity."
Amanda's curiosity had begun only seconds before the real Angela Gelhorn arrived at the basement the night she had blundered onto a Mercy Club meeting. She had been bent over the table, Red's thick, greasy cock working smoothly in and out of her rectum, when a cozy glow she could only define as a pre-orgasm sensation blossomed in her loins. According to her aunt, many women achieved orgasm during anal-fucking, and Amanda was a victim of a tremendous curiosity to learn if she was one of them.
As Red wiped his hands on a towel Amanda crawled onto the couch face down and spread her legs wide, the move drawing her buttocks apart and pooching her little butt up into the air.
"Is this the position, Red?"
"Right." Red bent above the couch, the tube of ointment in his hand. "Steady now."
Amanda barely felt the entry of the applicator Red slid the nozzle into her asshole, but such was not the case seconds later when he ledged the nub of his cock against the pucker of her anus and gave his loins a thrust.
"Ouch!" Amanda started under the pressure of the weight stretched along her back.
"Darn!" Red gasped. "I forgot to use my fingers first to relax you. Wait a minute and I'll -"
"Don't take it out!"
"No?"
"No!" Amanda gritted against the pain. "Just fuck me!"
"But -"
"Fuck me!"
"Amanda -"
"Get it inside me, you dope! I'll worry about the relaxing bit. Just FUCK!"
Red obeyed, and Amanda lay beneath him hissing and grunting and at time squealing as the thick, blood-veined prong of greasy male sex-flesh wormed its way deeper and deeper into her anal passage. Red, panting heavily, at last loosed a triumphant sigh and lowered his full weight to her back.
"There," he breathed in relief. "It's in as far as it'll go with you on your belly. How does it feel?"
"Mmmm-mar-marvelous," Amanda choked ecstatically. "And like a turkey must feel on a Thanksgiving table. Now fuck me slow and easy and a long, long time. I want to learn if Aunt Karel is right. Go ahead. Fuck."
Again Red obeyed. He lifted his weight partially to elbows and knees, then began fucking into her eager, unresisting flesh in deep, measured strokes, his well-greased cock pistoning easily in the hot, tight passage of her rectum. Their bodies touched only lightly except at Red's loins, where the resilient bevels of Amanda's buttocks fit perfectly against the curvature of his waist and hips.
Amanda did not get her wish of being fucked a long, long time. The prick had been moving rhythmically in her bowels only a brief spell before her curiosity concerning anal-orgasms was satisfied - completely. The orgasm did not approach in the normal way a vaginal orgasm would have, or in any manner her brief experience led her to expect. One instant she was lying calmly beneath Red, being sweetly fucked in the ass, but the next instant was something else indeed. Despite her small, slender frame and tender years, her physical response would have done credit to any female twice her age and size.
A wild, fiendish, gutteral scream tore from her throat as bolts of blazing ecstasy shot through her with no advance warning. Preceeding the scream came a quick thought: "I'm going to die from the goodness of it all." And then she exploded into action with such violence the young man on whose cock she was skewered was so taken by surprise he almost let their coupling be broken. But not quite.
As the scream trailed off into the howling wail of a wounded ghost Amanda bucked upward mightily and with such force Red was tossed a couple of inches into the air. As a result of this unexpected move his greasy prick came out of her asshole to the glans. In an act inspired by desperation he managed to seize her by the rib cage, but by this time Amanda was coming to her knees. Red thrust forward, frantically re-ensconced his meat to the hilt in her anus and, in a twinkle, shifted his hands to firmly clasp her hips.
Amanda lunged forward with surprising strength, jerking Red with her as great waves of flaming rapture caught her, chopping short a scream by stopping her breath. A second lunge threw them off the couch to the floor in a scramble of arms, legs and struggling genitals, Red's cock still sunk to the limit in her nether throat. When the scramble ungangled Amanda was on hands and knees, Red behind her on his knees, with hands clamped on her hips and fucking into her like a runaway rivet gun with throttle wide open.
Others in the basement began taking notice of the young couple in the far corner, and gradually drifted toward them. The basement door was opened by Cindy and hairy Bernie Katzman entered. At once he began undressing. By the time he finished Amanda's anal-orgasm was growing even more out of control. From her hands and knees position she began swaying her head from side to side like a lowing heifer, strange sounds coming from her throat. A thin sheen of perspiration covered her lovely young body and behind her, sweat streaming down his ruddy face, Red pistoned his rigid sex-meat into her asshole like a madman.
"Look at her," Sam pointed to Amanda excitedly and took Karel by the arm. "It's a medical first. Amanda is going into Orgasmus Continum through an anal-fucking. God!"
Blinding charges of pure animal ecstasy shot through Amanda's convulsing frame with such effect that she forsook all bodily control of herself and began a weird little buck-jumping action over the floor, unaware of those gathered about and traveling no more than scant inches each time. Red followed diligently, fucking her like a red-haired demon. .
"Hooowlll!" Amanda cried, nails raking the rug. Then she succumbed to a rapid-fire spate of jibberish as she slung herself furiously and chewed her tongue in a fit of mindless rapture.
"Is that her?" Bernie Katzman rumbled from his barrel chest as he came up beside Karel and Sam. "Is that the niece of yours I've been hearing about, sugar doll?"
Karel nodded without speaking. "Wait till she survives this cum," Sam put in. "See who she looks like."
Amanda was not conscious of the goings-on about her. At the moment, wallowing as she was in the raging throes of orgastic bliss, she was conscious only of the searing ecstasy blazing through her body and the maddening tube of male sex-flesh that jackhammered into her asshole. Again there flashed through her thoughts that she was going to die from the goodness of it all, and in the spasming frenzy of the orgasm ravishing her young body she cried out wildly: "Goodnesssss! Arrrrrghh - of god!"
Of a sudden her senses whirled, her vision blurred, strange sounds she could not locate or identify smote her ears and the floor tilted crazily. Then the cock up her ass seemed to swell twice its normal size, commenced to belch hot charges of thick cum into her bowels, the all of which intensified her orgasm beyond all hope of endurance and with a hellish screech, face contorted insanely, she flung herself upright on her knees, both hands clawing at the empty air, bulging eyes rolled back in her head.
Then she collapsed, and though she made no voluntary moves she did not lie still. The orgasm rampaging out of control through her helpless flesh would not let her lay still. Her arm and legs jerked and twitched, her belly muscles knotted and heaved, and her torso shivered as if she were freezing as razor sharp bolts of ecstasy continued bursting through her body, submerging her into a pit of convulsing bliss.
"See there," Sam said quietly to Karel and Bernie Katzman. "She's in the grip of a continuous orgasm. It possesses her completely."
"Are you sure it will do her no harm?" Karel insisted.
"No. As I told you, continuous orgasm is really a misnomer. Look. It's fading now - but she's out like a light."
CHAPTER TEN
Sam was mistaken on all counts. Amanda was not out like a light, nor was she the victim of Orgasmus Continum. She was only dazed by the massive assault of her first anal-orgasm, but aside from this she was merely an innocent young girl who theretofore had for sixteen years lived a drab and virtually sexless existence, but who suddenly found herself amidst a group of free-wheeling swingers to whom sex was a way of life. It was only natural that she transverse from one extreme to the other in search of a happy medium that would classify her as a thoroughly-oriented, well-adjusted sexual female animal.
When Red disengaged and got to his feet, the group around him and Amanda dissolved, returning to their former activities, with Karel and Katzman moving to the bar where Karel began mixing drinks. After a moment Red gathered Amanda in his arms and strode toward the shower room just beyond the far end of the bar.
"A shower will do us good, Sweetness," he told her as he stood her down. "Help us get back on zero."
Amanda stood by in silence while he turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, but regarding Red in puzzlement. Something was happening to her and she didn't know what it was, something that had absolutely nothing to do with her recent seizure of orgastic bliss, from which she was still a bit shaky. It had to do with Red. Only him. And she could neither identify the 'something' nor pinpoint the cause- not precisely - but she knew it was wonderful.
"Red?"
"Yes, Sweetness."
"Would you go have Aunt Karel mix me a Martini, please. I need a booster." Amanda smiled in pleasure at the alacrity with which Red responded to her request - and she didn't even want a Martini. Didn't like them, really. But she wanted a few moments alone in order to marshal her thoughts into line, to try to analyze the strange and wonderous change creeping over her.
Surely it wasn't love! With Red, whom for the past several days she had thought of consistently as Simon. Surely she couldn't be falling in love with him. With his jutting, aggressive chin and hawk-bill nose he was not at all handsome; not as Robert Mackles was handsome, and certainly he wasn't the brightest thing in the world. And yet . . .
"Here you are, Sweetness." Red re-entered the shower room and placed the Martini on the window casing beside Amanda, the eager grin on his face reminding her of a big, friendly puppy.
"Red?" She drew him to her under the spray, a great and warm tenderness coming to life in her young breast.
"Yes?" He kissed the top of her head.
"Do you mind if I call you Simon? It's my very favorite name."
"Really?" He laughed boyishly. "It'd tickle me pink for you to call me Simon. Red I don't dig, but with this hair there's no getting away from it. By the way, I heard Karel and Bernie Katzman talking about you out at the bar a moment ago. How would you like to be the actress that replaces Cheri Hays?"
Amanda brushed the question aside, hardly hearing it, for at that instant there flashed before her mind's eyes the scene of her, earlier, lying on the maternity table being randomly, methodically fucked one after the other by all the men present. Inexplicably she experienced a strong, quick sense of denigration and grimaced at herself in distaste.
Frowning thoughtfully, she worked up a big cloud of lather and very gently began to soap Red's genitals. His cock, which had wilted, bucked up forthrightly.
"My," Amanda marveled, forgetting her self-distaste. "See how he snaps to attention. What a dedicated soldier he is." She pulled Red closer and looked up, water hitting her in the face. "How would you like to cut out for the rest of the night?"
Red was dismayed. "Leave the party?"
Amanda nodded, brushing wet strands of hair from her forehead. "Just you and I. So we can be alone together. We'll sneak over to Aunt Karel's. She has the largest bed you've ever seen."
The light of understanding dawned on Red, and he grinned so hard his face hurt. Since first meeting Amanda Remmick that night he'd bung-holed her by mistake, he had been unable to think of any other female. And now she wanted to be alone with him!
"Hot damn!" He thwacked his thigh in glee. "I must be living right!"
To prevent her worrying, only Karel Sutherlund was informed of their purpose and destination when they left the basement and sneaked through the darkness, naked, across the back lawns. A couple of minutes later they piled onto Karel's big bed midst excited giggles and a flurry of arms and legs.
"And now what's first?" Red panted. "You asked me to suck your pussy - remember?"
"MMMM," Amanda acknowledged playfully. "But it can wait a bit. Pussies aren't the only thing that can be sucked, you know. Stretch out on your back, kind sir. Ahhh, that's it. Now spread your legs way wide."
Red complied at once, suddenly breathless, rigid cock angling up over his belly like a war club.
"Simon, do you believe in love?" Amanda asked the question as she clambored over between his widely-flung thighs.
"I - uh - yeah, I guess so. Why?"
"Mmmm, I don't know. Just curious, I guess." Amanda was still puzzled over the wealth of tender emotions for Red she had become aware of back in the shower room. "I just wanted to ask."
Then she was silent, eying Red's sex-tool. How huge it was! How vitally alive and eager it seemed! Little wonder it had hurt her when the enormity of the thing had been eased into her behind. And yet how unlike in shape and design it was from Robert Mackles'. Red's was not pointed, but of the same size from base to shoulder of the glans, where it flanged abruptly into a great broad head, which was encased almost completely in the thick rubbery snout of an enormous foreskin.
She reached forward, cupped a soft hand under the oblongs that were Red's nuts and lifted them into better light for a closer look. Red snorted harshly. And snorted again as she coddled the testicles in her palm, turning his scrotum this way and that, missing nothing.
"How strange anything so uncomplicated and innocent looking can give a girl so much pleasure," Amanda murmured as though to herself, fully conscious of a powerful fascination the genitals held for her. She fingered his balls gently. "How can you walk with them hanging down between your legs? Don't they ever get in the way?"
"Haah-haah!" Red gasped.
"My, my," Amanda marveled. "They're such an oddity, really. Why two of them, do you suppose? Wouldn't one work just as well?" She frowned reflectively, the tip of a gossamer pink tongue coming out to trace around her lips, and positioned a straightened forefinger under the center of Red's scrotum so that the nuts fell apart and hung down, one on each side, like pockets on a saddle. "Can a man function properly with only one?"
Due to her unexpected attention, Red's pouch commenced to shrink, and in seconds was a mass of tight wrinkles at the base of his cock.
"Simon! They're going away!" Alarm tinged Amanda's tone. "Don't let them go away!"
Red loosed a long groan.
"Where are they going, Simon? Stop them!" In her innocence Amanda actually supposed the testicles were disappearing. "Simon! Please!"
"Yugh! Yugh!" It was the best Red could come up with.
Frantically Amanda traced her fingers around the shrunken scrotum, ran them through the curly red bush surrounding the base of his cock, then trailed them down through the crack of his buttocks searching for she knew not what, but hoping to hit upon a means of returning his bag to normal size and position. Red started, grunted explosively when her fingers brushed across his anus, and clinched his buttocks. But not before Amanda acted on impulse; she thrust a finger to the limit up his asshole.
"AARRRGH!!!" Red came up off the bed like a terrified cat and whipped his hips to the side, blowing heavily. "God, Sweetness. God!"
Amanda stifled an impulse to giggle and commanded in pretended anger. "Back as you were, Mr. Red-Hairy Simon Terry. I'm not finished with you yet. In fact, I've hardly begun."
Red resumed his former position with an impassioned groan and Amanda, kneeling again between his out-flung thighs, leaned forward a bit and clasped dainty fingers around his enormous cock. Red whinnied lustfully, his asshole snapped at the bed covers and he gulped rustily. Her fingers on his prick felt like little dancing bird's feet. Then he gulped a second time, eyes glued to the angel kneeling between his legs. Jesus-God. ...
Fascination for the big male prick scant inches in front of her face grew for Amanda by leaps and bounds. She had briefly tasted Robert Mackles' cock earlier in the day, but right after her aunt had been sucking on it which had, she suspected, impaired its flavor. To give her suspicion credence she now leaned forward further, sniffed Red's glans, and received in her nostrils a full portion of the rich, heady aroma of aroused male genitals. She shivered smally in ecstasy and forgot everything else as the fascination slowly overcame her.
She bent closer yet for a better inspection, studied with care the pounding blood vessels along the underside of the angled instrument, tentatively poked the end of a forefinger at the bulging cum-vein ranging from tip to throat-latch, then levered the prick toward her, looking intently at the throat-latch itself, studying in minute detail from the point where it began to where it disappeared in two small fleshy rises that somehow resembled a pair of miniature buttocks that faded as they spread toward the tip. Then she levered the cock further toward her, until it pointed at her navel, and with a cautious thumb lightly on the top of the glans, pressed lightly and pushed, rolling the massive, rubbery foreskin gently backward. The huge glans oozed out at her like some strange one-eyed predatory monster seeking a tender, juicy young pussy to devour. Once more Amanda shivered smally, gasped in delight and breathed hotly on the prick. The ripe musk of hot male genitals was getting to her with sledge-hammer force.
Intently she peered into the great blank eye staring at her from the glans, leaned closer yet, inhaled luxuriously, then peeled the glans all the way back of the bold shoulder and extended the tip of a pink little timid tongue. Not so timidly she began to lick the end of Red's prick. Red vibrated, convinced the end had come.
"Suck it," he pleaded hoarsely. "Suck it, oh god."
Amanda paid him no mind. Abruptly, instinctively, it came to her that she knew precisely how his cock should best be sucked to give them both the greatest amount of pleasure, so she ignored Red's desperate, lustful urgings and proceeded on her own.
After she licked and laved the head of his prick thoroughly she began at the uppermost point of the big cum-vein, near the throat-latch, affixed her soft lips to it sideways and began working toward the point where it disappeared under the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. On reaching the southern extremity of the vein she cupped his big nuts in both hands and administered unto them the same treatment, missing not one square centimeter of his nut sack, lifting it gently between- thumb and forefinger in order to tongue-wash it underneath.
Simon 'Red' Terry's chest began to heave as he stared upward; his face had a peculiar wild-man cast to it and his eyes were beginning to bulge like a god-fanatic's. The grunting noises of a hippopotamus in labor came from his throat; the ceiling was beginning to float.
"Aarrrrrghhha!" He sobbed like a despairing walrus as Amanda's tender young lips squirmed their way back up the big cum-vein of his prick. A man could go real crazy - "Aarrrrrghhha!" The sound blunderbussed the room when Amanda's gossamer little tongue commenced once more to anoint the knob of his famished prick with saliva. He lifted his head and boggled through blurred vision as she nipped and licked his glans till it glistened, resembling an off-color bulb.
Then Amanda once more levered his cock upright, kissed the cum-oozing tip a number of times, tried to worm the point of her dainty tongue into the baleful eye - all in preparation for the grand finale.
This finale she began by pursing her lips and blowing a needle-pointed stream of air onto the saliva wet glans of Red's cock. The affect was the same as if she had suddenly placed an ice pack on his rod - the stream of air turned the wet glans icy. And then her head dipped quickly, and she slipped the hot, moist, clamping pressures of her tender young virgin mouth down over his cock. It scalded him.
Red screamed like an hysterical doxy. Screamed and bucked and farted like a machine gun with a bent barrel, then seized his head in both hands to keep the top of it from flying loose. The massive assault of delicious sensations almost paralyzed his vocal cords. All he could do was bellow: "HOOT! HOOT!" glaring wildly about. But finally he found his voice.
"She's killing me dead!" he squalled to the world and farted some more. "I can't stand it! I'm gonna die! Look!" He pointed toward his crotch, where his thick, bull-headed cock was gradually disappearing into Amanda's gullet. "She's swallowing me! It ain't possible! AArrrrrghhha! HOOT! HOOT!"
Red had no way of knowing he was in the hands of an instinctive master technician, though her suddenly revealed expertise surpassed anything he'd ever seen or heard of.
From the exceptionally-wide spread of her mouth it almost appeared as if Amanda, somehow, had managed to unhinge her jaw, for a full six inches of Red's huge root had disappeared into her mouth. Then she braced herself with one palm against the bed, gathered Red's scrotum in the other and, jouncing and tickling his balls, her head became a blur of motion as it vibrated up and down on the tightly-squeezed tube of male sex-meat.
"HOOOOOEEEEE-GOD!" Red screamed. Hot semen boiled from his balls and geysered in thick slugs up through his prick into Amanda's gullet and he went temporarily insane, thrashing, bucking, heaving so that the bed rocked like an overloaded skiff, all the while screaming bug-eyed for mercy, from anybody, and trying to escape the sweet, delicious madness of Amanda's hot young mouth, moist and tender.
Amanda had no intention of permitting his escape. Not till she had sucked every last smidgen of goodies from his disgorging cock, and to prevent his escape she followed him about on hands and knees over the big bed, head-fucking him as though she were a famished animal which, in a manner of speaking, she was.
Since she had first smelled the rich male odor of Red's genitals, since she had first tasted the ripe, unadulterated flavor of his beautiful prick, a ravenous, near-fiendish urge to gobble him completely had beset her. At the moment she was conscious of only one thing: the hard, throbbing stalk of delicious male fuck-meat in her throat.
"AARRRRGGH! HOOT! HOOT!" Red chewed his tongue in a mindless agony of ecstasy and pawed wildly with both hands at the empty air.
Amanda's slender body was almost bent double over Red's loins, then one of her hands seized the unsheathed section of his cock to steady it while she raised her head till the uppermost cartilage ring of her throat caught on the shoulder of his prick-head. With this, she slammed her head downward with frightening force, driving her gullet another inch down on Red's cock, and there she held it, moving her head only a little from side to side until Red, puffing like a steam engine, slowly simmered. Only then did she work herself free of the wilting prick and flop to the bed beside Red with a gladsome sigh, lovely face wreathed in a triumphant smile.
"I still don't believe it," Red groaned, clutching his crotch. "I saw it with my own eyes and don't believe it - I cum so goddamn hard my balls ache!"
Grinning happily, Amanda poked him playfully in the ribs. "I hope they don't hurt so bad you can't do me."
Red, as yet in a semi-daze, asked inanely: "Do you what?"
"Suck my pussy, silly." Amanda giggled, poked him again.
The words acted as an instant restorative on Red. His ruddy face like the morning sun and his wilted cock perked suggestively. "Yeah," he mumbled eagerly. " 'At's right."
"And no preliminaries," Amanda said with a catch in her throat. "We'll do those next time. For now just suck me. Suck me good."
She spread her legs, then drew her knees up and let them fall apart as Red scooted down on the bed and rolled into position between her thighs.
Amanda had enjoyed numerous orgasms at the Mercy Club meeting at the Mackles basement that evening, including the soul-jarring climax from the anal-fucking after Red's arrival, and thus had no burning need for another as Red prepared to suck her pussy. She wanted another orgasm. Wanted several, in fact, but her fiery, youthful urge to cum had been partially assuaged by the evening's activities, and this enabled her to view the orgasm forthcoming under Red's tongue and lips with a certain degree of equanimity, and she meant to enjoy it leisurely - she hoped.
"Don't rush it, huh Simon?"
Red nodded as she continued:
"And when you suck me to the point where I'm about to cum, where I can't hold back any longer, I want you to get up here on top and put it in me. Will you do that?"
Again Red nodded and again said nothing. His throat was so thick it forbade utterance. Right under his nose rested the sparse stand of Amanda's pubic hair, and from it to his nostrils rose the invigorating, stimulating perfume of choice, juicy young cunt. His only reply was to slide his arms around under her thighs, place them on her tummy, then lower his face toward her crotch.
In order to better observe, Amanda quickly folded a pillow under her head and waited, breathless with expectancy, as the tip of Red's tongue began a gentle probing action at the top of her cranny.
"Ea-easy, Simon," she gasped. "Not so fa-fast. Here. Let me change a bit." With this she drew her knees up, hooked her hands around the backs of her thighs and spread her legs wide as possible. "Now go ahead - slowly."
Red looked down at the dish she presented him. The feast was less than two inches from his face, and emitting vapors of lust that affected him as would a powerful aphrodisiac. Despite the fact that he had but minutes past enjoyed the near skull-busting delights of the most stupendous, staggering sexual climax of his life, his cock was already again so hard a steel-clawed cat could not have scratched it.
In plain view was the sensitive slit, the protective folds of which were drawn apart, revealing Amanda's tiny, perky clit, and below it the small opening that was soon to be circled about his invading meat. It was almost more than he could endure. A quiver shot through his muscular frame and for a nuance he fought the urge to dive at her, gobbling like a starving beast. But he conquered the urge.
And instead extended his head, cautiously taking the right flange of her little pussy between his lips.
"Ahhhhhh." Amanda's deep-bodied sigh covered the room. With it she realized she could never hold off her orgasm for any great length of time, no matter how slowly Red proceeded.
Red did not continue immediately, but lay virtually motionless, luxuriating in the heady perfume of Amanda's eager twat, lips on the softly silken, slightly saline flesh. Then very gradually he commenced to move south, lips traveling no more than a milimeter with each breath, tantalizing that part of her in his mouth with his tongue, and exercising care that he did not touch her clit. Instinct told him that she might explode in climax if he did, and since Amanda wanted to drag this part of their love making out, this was precisely what he wanted also.
The muscles on the underside of one of Amanda's thighs twitched. "Ahhhhh, Simon-Simon-Simon."
When Red reached the lower extremity of her vagina, and at the beginning of that area separating it and the tan pucker of her anus he paused again, but only briefly, then his tongue flicked out several times in lightening caresses. Her anus blinked furiously in excitement.
"Ayeeeee, Simon-Simon-Simon." The whispered words barely penetrated the sound of Red's pounding heart. Again he suppressed the urge to gobble her like a starving animal, and deserted the tiny no-man's-land between vagina and anus by transferring his lips to the left flange of her tender cunt-flesh. Once more he continued as before, but stopped a moment when his mouth came level with her vulva sphincter. The temptation was too much; he could not resist. His tongue darted out, the full length of it slithered into her -
"EEEEK!"
- pussy and her bottom jerked and she squeaked. He held his tongue inside her a moment before withdrawing it with the soggy thunge of an extracted bottle cork, the sound followed by her delicate feminine grunt of mounting passion.
"Si-Simon." Trickles of lust were beginning to reach all parts of her body.
Red replied without removing his mouth from the passion inflamed flesh of her pussy. "Hummmm?"
"Si-Simon, I think you better come up here now."
Yet before he could comply she released her legs but held them high in the same position, curled the fingers of both hands in the curly red thatch of his hair, and in a wild burst of frenzied motion she gyrated and ground her open twat frantically over his face from brow to chin.
"Ah-god!" she panted lustfully, eyes staring at her crotch. "Ah-god! Ah-god!"
"Sweetness -"
"Up here," she gasped. "Quick! Up here! Put it in me!" And when Red scrambled up to cover her she released his hair and seized his hard prick, guiding the great broad head of it toward the hot, juicy passage of her steaming quim.
He entered her with a rush that brought from her lips another, louder feminine grunt, and would have commenced hammering away had her palms against his chest not stopped him.
"Wait!" she whispered fiercely. "Keep your arms straight so there's space between us. Can you fuck me like that? I want to watch."
Red responded automatically, the lust-haze clouding his mind preventing his doing otherwise.
Amanda shivered - visibly, clenched her small jaw and squeezed tight her eyes to gather control of her senses and emotions. It was not easy, though after some seconds she succeeded in forcing back the orgasm quivering in her belly, and opened her eyes to look down at their connected genitalia. The thick, bull-headed prick was half buried in her pussy - at the moment it was the only place their bodies touched - and this half of Red's ensconced prick stuffed her delightfully, gave her much greater pleasure than Robert Mackles' cock had. Sight of the mighty, veined shaft of throbbing male sex-meat thrusting into her body brought from Amanda's lips a soft, lustful wail of approval.
"G-good," she choked. "It's g-good."
Very slowly Red eased his hips forward, and Amanda's face went slack with lust as his rigid penis began disappearing into the hairy growth between her thighs. In proportion to this disappearance, she felt the huge blunt head contact and gently shunt aside certain of her inner organs in its quest, and she strove mightily to spread wider her angled thighs in order that not one tiny fraction of the marvelous invader be left outside her womb.
Then it was done. The goal was reached. Red's prick was in her to the hilt. It was physically impossible for it to advance further - the acute angle between the base of Red's prick and his body was snugged tightly against the upper extremity of Amanda's vulva and her pleasure mound, which put sweet pressure on her clit and the sensitive area below it, the all of which caused Amanda's senses to stagger badly.
"Oooommmm," she sobbed wetly against his chest. "Oooommmm, dear god it's good-good-good." With this she grabbed Red's face between her palms and, straining upward, lavished kisses all over it in a paroxysm of lust. "Ah-god! Ah-god!" When she released his face she flung the pillow from under her head. "Now come down on me," she gasped, vision blurred.
Red lowered himself carefully in order not to disturb the connection of their hotly-snugged loins, and just as carefully eased his thick cock out of her tight young pussy to the glans.
Amanda's belly muscles twitched from sensations sponsored by the prick's withdrawal, continued to twitch as Red eased forward, curling his loins down and under in order to sink his meat the ultimate fraction into her pussy. A quick series of sharp little barks burst from Amanda's lips at the action, but ended in a sobby moan from the wonderous goodness produced by the dangling, cum-bloated nuts nudging softly against her exposed and unprotected asshole.
"Ah-god, ah-god," she sobbed wanely. "I can't stand it much longer. I'm about to kuh-kuh-cum."
The young man fucking slowly into her had no reply. He was about to cum himself. Already hard and rigid as a tube of automobile tire rubber, his prick was beginning to swell even further, his balls to tighten, and there was in his lower loins that indescribable feeling that always precedes an earth-quaking male orgasm. At the completion of the first cycle, Red began to fuck into Amanda with the measured rhythm of a barely moving metronome.
Amanda, with the instinctive reaction of the female animal who knows beyond all doubt and question she is receiving a delicious, soul satisfying fuck, circled Red's neck with her arms and clasped his waist with her thighs, drawing their bodies so snug Red was left only room for his loins-action. Even so, he did not pause or falter, but kept his thick, blood-swollen prick pistoning serenely into her pussy, at the termination of each gentle in-stroke giving his loins a little added, extra hunch that applied additional pressure in Amanda's upper labia, and brought the hairs around the base of his root in tickling contact with her clit. And each time he hunched thusly a small sound broke from Amanda's throat.
An inherent sex-knowledge told Amanda this was no ordinary coupling, that the upcoming orgasm would have none of the fiery violence she had heretofore been experiencing. There was a peaceful contentment, a deep-seated, pervading serenity about this fuck she had not known before, and, through the lust-fog beclouding her mind, she gloried in it.
She was not unaware of the fact that her Aunt Karel had at first feared she might develop into a sexless husk, and she had heard Sam, over in the Mackles' basement, warn her aunt that she might become an insatiable nymphomaniac. Secretly, to herself only, Amanda pooh-poohed both these possibilities. To her own way of thinking she was simply a healthy young woman who had recently discovered, albeit belatedly and by a somewhat devious route, the wonderful world of sex and was responding in accordance with a healthy young woman's bodily needs and, the same as any other superbly sexually-oriented young female, she enjoyed being fucked. And right now a knowledge she did not know she possessed informed her she was getting a fuck she would long remember. Then the lust-cloud swirled faster around her thoughts and she gave herself over, physically, mentally and spiritually to the soul-ravishing glory of the long, thick male penis stirring smoothly, gently, amongst her secret places.
"Oooommm-Simon," she crooned softly into Red's ear. "Ooommm-fuck me Simon. Gently-sweetly fuck me."
Red ceased his action and sought her mouth with his. Amanda groaned deep inside herself as their lips met, as their tongues caressed each other until Red's lips closed over her tongue and he sucked the gossamer flesh with meticulous care, wooling it, tugging at it as cannons began going off inside his head.
"Sssssssssss." The long, gradually-released sound hissed softly from Amanda's lips, though both she and Red heard it but faintly. Their bodies under the light shown from a thin film of perspiration as they lay naked on the bed; Red above, weight braced on elbows, Amanda below, soft arms about his neck, thighs clasping his waist, their bodies further joined by the big, ribbed, veined male cock working in and out of her tight pussy - the two of them presenting a picture of flawless muscular unison and intimate sexual rhythm. Their movements displayed such perfect coordination they seemed one person.
"Unh-Simon, unh-Simon." The hushed little panting gasps, uttered close to Red's ear, could have been heard beyond the limits of the bed. "Ahhhhh, Simon dearest, you're cum -" A startled look flickered over her lovely face, but was replaced at once by an expression of dreamy rapture, and the cooing sounds from her throat became low feline purrs. Yet the purring also changed quickly to lustful whimpers as victory overswept her.
"Oh god!" she whined wildly in a sudden frenzy of lust. "I'm about to cum also and - I - I - Simon. I'm - Oh dear god! Simon! I'm kuh-kuh-CUMMMIIINNNGG!!!"
Her body quaked, her belly bucked, her arms and thighs tightened about Red as her internal cum-organs and glands commenced to spasm and convulse in savage reply to the big prick flooding her womb with semen, and her knees drew back to angle her pussy straight up so as not to lose a drop of her Simon's precious nectar.
"Simon, I'm CUMMMIIING!" she mewled again, slithering her tongue far into his mouth. Then a seizure of emotions beset her and she jerked her head to the side, face warped into an agonized mask of dominating lust. "OH-GOD, OH-GOD! I CANT STAND IT!" She continued to whine and pant, eyes clenched against the delicious agony of the mighty orgasm wracking her slender body. "OH! OH!" And her cum-organs continued their spastic convulsions, continued to flush hot maiden juices about Red's prick in her belly. "EEEEEEE-AH! IT'S KILLING ME! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
The lust-cloud that swirled madly about Amanda's senses gently nudged her to the brink of reality toward the gray, misty void of semi-awareness. She could not pinpoint the act as a definite occurence when Red hauled his big cock from her belly, rolled free and gently pressed her thighs together.
Red stood beside the bed a moment, looking down at her, a bit giddy from the onslaught of this second massive orgasm, then made his way on unsteady legs to the bathroom for a shower, shaking his head in profound wonder. Amanda Remmick was a born natural.
When he returned from showering some minutes later, Amanda lay in the same position, a goofy little smile on her face and sound asleep.
Dawn was creeping through the windows of her aunt's room when Amanda awakened. She dispersed all remnants of sleep from her naked body with the slow, luxurious stretch of the well-satisfied, voluptuous feline. A gladsome smile of rememberance tilted the corners of her ripe mouth when her eyes found the naked form of Red beside her. He lay on his back, hands on his chest, snoring quietly.
Very carefully Amanda sat upright, expecting to feel the sharp bite of pain. It did not materialize. She drew her thighs slightly apart, gently probed with cautious fingers around and about her vagina. A dozen times the preceeding night it had occurred to her that this morning she would be too sore to walk and yet, surprisingly, there was indeed only a little soreness from the numerous fuckings of yesterday. Certainly not enough to prevent her doing the same today, except - a small frown creased her flawless brow - except she did not intend for numerous men to fuck on her today. That gang-fucking last night on the maternity table; she'd have no more of that.
She looked at the sleeping Red beside her, eyes coming to rest on the flaccid roll of his penis lying peacefully against his hairy scrotum. She wanted to be fucked on only by Simon - at least for now. Later she would branch out to the various men of the Mercy Club as the mood moved her, but for now she hungered only for Simon.
She stretched again, remembering Sam's contention that she might be developing into an insatiable nymphomaniac. Well, she wasn't and she knew damn well she wasn't, so pooh to fat Sam and his contentions. Like any other normal, healthy, superbly sexually-oriented young woman, she simply enjoyed being fucked - so there!
A secret smile overspread her lovely features as she scooted down in the bed and leaned over the snoring Red's loins. How strange his sleeping penis looked; so wrinkled and drawn-up. Cautiously she extended a hand, took the penis in dainty fingers and delicately thumbed back the rubbery, snouted foreskin. The secret smile on her face became mischievous as she lowered her head and captured the glans of Red's limp cock with the hot, moist heat of her lips.
"Grrraawwwk!" Red exploded upright into awareness, gaped ludicrously about in alarm. "Wha - wha -?" His cock bucked upright also, thick, hard and solid as he recognized Amanda and asked foolishly: "What time is it?"
Amanda giggled in sheer delight, and wagged his rigid pecker threateningly. "It's time you got this wonderful thing inside me, Simon." Her head dipped, and Red cringed as the gossamer surface of her pink little tongue swiped across the end of his delightful cock. "Come on, Simon. Let's fuck."
