The runaway girl-a label for thousands of girls in hundreds of cities who have left home for one reason-unhappiness. They may be fatherless or motherless or both; they may be daughters of the rich, the poor, the middle class; yet, their common bond is a search for tomorrow's joy and leaving today's misery.
But the important question, as raised in this novel, is not why they leave, but what happens to them. What destiny is in store for the naive teenage girl on the run? What is to become of her?
The answer for many of these girls is what Jenny Donovan finds in Sister in Bondage-depravity and degradation, people who will stop at nothing to satisfy their craving for young female flesh, an environment fit only for the most depraved in our society.
Sister in Bondage-a timely story of today's girl on the run.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The man behind the counter at The Bureau of Missing Persons shrugged, trying to keep his hungry eyes off the brunette's luscious tits.
"Look, Miss Donovan, the statistics are eighty-four percent. That means eighty-four percent of all missing persons turn up within six months. So the chances are almost nine out of ten your kid sister will turn up, sooner or later."
"Sooner or later?" she echoed. "But what about the meantime? She's not even sixteen yet! All sorts of terrible things...."
The man forced a sympathetic expression, but meanwhile he was trying to visualize her naked, a game he played with the sexier women to liven up his monotonous job. Jesus, what a fantastic body! She wore a simple summer dress, but it hugged her curves like a bikini. Face just faintly pretty, but those magnificent tits and long silken legs could drive a man to the edge. Twenty-four or five, he guessed, with long, shimmering chestnut hair and shining green eyes, moist now with anxiety.
"Nothing terrible will happen to her," he said with assurance. "Lots of kids run away and do nothing worse than smoke a little grass and screw-excuse me, ma'am-fool around with some boys. They straighten out."
The truth was, he thought cynically, a lot of them fooled around with considerably more than marijuana and boys. At the tender age of fifteen, and in any big city, she would have to run the gauntlet of hard drugs, prostitution, fart-talking con men looking for a meal ticket, pimps, cops and even lesbians on the make. And judging from the girl's picture, which he glanced at in his hand now, she'd have a long, rugged gauntlet with that sweet face and juicy little body.
Sheila Donovan had already filled out the small mountain of necessary forms and like most people who came to the Bureau, she was hanging around for sympathy and reassurance. He continued to give it to her, wondering in the back of his mind whether her boyfriend or boss or whoever was getting it had enough imagination to explore that beautifully rounded ass with more than his fingers. On second thought, her face wasn't even barely pretty, just clean, with a generous set of lips. What more could a frustrated clerk with a fat irritable wife want?
"You want some unofficial advice?" he said in a confidential tone, leaning closer on the counter. She nodded urgently and he said:
"Go to a private investigator. We're hampered by tons of red tape here and we're mobbed every day, so our procedure is very slow and routine. A private dick will devote all his time and the better ones know the ropes on tracing inside out. In fact," he added in a low voice, "I could recommend one for you, a really good one. Strictly confidential, of course."
"Who?" she whispered.
Her lips formed a perfect O for a moment and he could feel his cock begin to tingle fiercely. His own wife had a mouth like a barracuda and she called him dirty whenever he so much as hinted at the idea of sucking his cock. He sighed and told her:
"His name is Eddie Johnson and he's in the Farmer's Insurance building in North Hollywood. Tell him Al sent you."
"I will," she promised. Then she bit her lower lip, her white teeth chewing for a few seconds, her green eyes anxious. "Do you know how much he charges? I mean," she added hastily, "I don't have much money. I lost my job almost a month ago and ... it went." Her face flushed with embarrassment.
"You'll have to discuss that with Eddie," he told her, "but he's a reasonable guy. He'll take a promissory note if your credit is good."
Or if there was something extra and stacked in it for him, he thought wryly. Eddie kicked back twenty to him for every referral he accepted. But the clerk wondered too if Eddie could score with this one; she obviously wasn't a swinger and she had a definite touch of class. Part of it depended on how anxious she was to find her sister and by now he'd gauged her to be desperate.
"Thank you," she said fervently, "thanks a lot, really."
She gave him a nervous smile and whirled on her heel, her beautifully curved ass-cheeks swinging to a perfect rhythm, her stunning legs brushing each other as she moved rapidly away and out the glass doors.
He looked again at the snapshot in his hand. The younger sister had the face of an angel; large, luminous eyes, shy smile, very cute tits, just recently blossomed.
He attached the picture to the forms she'd filled out with a paper clip, thinking, Poor kid, it's a brutal world out there. If the pimps didn't get her the dykes might, and if she missed a multitude of traps there was a jungle of weird people out there in normal guise, frustrated, eager to act out their fantasies on a lovely unsuspecting girl.
People like himself, he thought wryly, putting the forms on top of a thick pile on his desk.
He wondered, as he did only rarely after ten years of seeing the forms come and go in an endless stream, what would happen to the girl, what destiny stretched out before her. Whore, housewife, junkie, victim, showgirl, mistress, hippie, nurse, career girl, swinger?
At her impressionable age, he knew her first violent experience on the road would probably be the most shattering, the branding iron that would leave her with the deepest impression. It could be the turning point of her life, and if the compass swung the wrong way, that would be too bad. Now it was up to sheer chance.
Fate had her by her sweet young tits now.
CHAPTER TWO
"The only trouble with the coffee in this place," Sally Benson remarked to her husband with a sardonic smile, "is that it tastes like battery acid."
Her husband didn't reply. His smooth handsome features were absorbed in watching a waitress of no more than seventeen move briskly from table to table, her willowy movements making her fully rounded ass bounce irresistibly. For a few moments Sally watched too, sharing his reverie, feeling the familiar sharp tingle in her lips: God, she would love to suck on those high pointed tits for a few minutes before diving down to where the honey simmered, down to where she could burrow and kiss and lick until her cheeks were soaked with delicious cunt-juice ... She shivered as her husband put his hand on her thigh and squeezed.
"Me too," he chuckled. "But that can wait until we get to Frisco, can't it?"
Sally made a downward curve with her sultry mouth. "It's not the same, Dennis. Christ, I want something young and luscious, not just another swinging couple. I'm tired of housewives. And I'm horny!" She lowered her voice and her eyes smoldered. "Let's pick a girl up, a young and pretty one, darling. We'll work her over until she's cumming all over us, until she begs for mercy. We'll give her the Benson Special. What do you say, honey?"
"In this hick town?" he retorted. "Too damn dangerous. We'll be in Frisco by tonight, so just relax."
They both smiled warmly at the waitress as she came over to refill their coffee cups and Sally tossed her shimmering red hair out of her face as she looked up at the girl, her eyes widening. The sweet innocent face looked familiar-no, it wasn't the same one, but they could have been sisters. Same wide passionate lips, same lush, heavy tits, same golden tawny skin. Sally's fingers trembled with excitement as she lifted her coffee cup, remembering....
It was almost a year ago and she'd met the girl in the public library. The girl was just seventeen Cathy, that was her name-and she'd been reading a book on French film directors. Sally remembered sitting across from the girl at a table, smiling warmly at Cathy when she'd glanced up, unable to keep her hungry eyes off the golden plump cleavage of the girl's luscious tits. She'd worn a halter in the hot weather and the soft bulging inner mounds of her beautiful tits drove Sally's imagination wild. Cathy's thighs would be like that too, she realized, plump, silken, hot and brown from the sun, with a healthy young cunt that just had to be delicious, judging from her soft ripe lips.
Sally had discovered a strange corollary between women's pussies and mouths, and a sweet shy smile like Cathy's was almost a sure indication of a tender hot cunt.
She began a conversation with the girl and learned that she was in high school, that she didn't have a steady boyfriend, that she loved French films and fervently wished she had either a date or a car to take her to see a new one playing at a drive-in movie that night.
Sally offered to take her, pretending a fascination for French films herself, and the girl quickly agreed. There was something so warm and sisterly about Sally Benson, so sympathetic and generous that girls took to her quickly.
And Sally took to them, with a long hot tongue and highly skilled fingers.
They met again at the library that night and Sally drove them to the movie in her Cadillac. In the darkness of the drive-in, the girl watched rapturously as a triangle ensued between a man, his wife and their maid, while Sally shifted close to Cathy in the front seat. In one erotic scene early in the movie the man left his wife alone with the maid in their bedroom, and the maid's delicate tits heaved fiercely as the wife trailed kisses over her soft belly and then downward, out of range of the camera.
Sally knew only one fact about Cathy before she took her to the drive-in, but it was enough: The girl was healthy and sexually frustrated. She'd admitted she didn't have a boyfriend and there was that hot, wistful look in her eyes, that ready look that Sally had learned to recognize instantly.
"Has anyone ever done that to you?" Sally whispered in a husky voice to her.
"N-no," Cathy stammered, her face reddening.
"It's fantastic," Sally murmured, darting her fingers beneath Cathy's dress to stroke her hot thigh-flesh, "the most exciting thing that can happen to a girl, Cathy. The minute I saw you," Sally whispered passionately, squeezing one of her ripe tits in her fingers, "I wanted to do that to you, Cathy darling. You're so beautiful I couldn't resist thinking, God, I'd love to eat her hot pursy!"
"That's-filthy!" Cathy blurted, but her tits were panting heavily now and her thighs parted. Still she didn't look at Sally or offer any resistance and Sally knew she had her, sensed it from the moment the girl agreed to go to the drive-in with her. The voluptuous redhead knew exactly how to handle girls and knew with devastating skill how to turn them on. There wasn't a girl alive who didn't secretly thrill to the words "I'd love to eat your hot pussy!", and they melted under simple flattery like butter under a hot knife. No matter how shocked they pretended to be, they loved vulgar words, especially in the form of a bold obscene offer. Flattery to a young girl could inflame her tender young cunt faster than a shot of Spanish fly, Sally knew.
"Beautiful, you're gorgeous, honey," Sally whispered in the girl's ear, sliding her fingers up Cathy's silky trembling thigh to the rim of her panties, digging quickly beneath to search out her hotly soaked cunt. "You were made for love, Cathy, I can't wait to suck on your darling tits, baby-mmmmm, you're all wet down there-you really want it, don't you, honey?"
Cathy put her head back on the seat, moaning deeply and spreading her thighs wide as Sally started to stroke her slippery cunt-lips. Her eyelids were fluttering with urgent desire and her pussy squirmed eagerly.
Sally had chosen a deserted rear row of the drive-in movie and now she began to go to work in earnest on the aroused high-school girl. She slid Cathy's panties down and took them off, rolling the girl's skirt up over her naked hips to expose her from her naked, softly curved belly down. The sight of her glistening pink cunt between her curly hairs beckoning like a dainty sweet mouth made the redhead moan with hunger, and she almost gave in to the temptation to squat between the girl's tanned thighs and ravenously suck at her ripe young pussy-flesh.
But the movie was a double-bill and it had two hours to run yet, and Sally intended to explore every inch of her succulent young body.
"Take off your blouse and sit on my lap," Sally told her hoarsely.
The girl looked at her with a blend of wild excitement and fear. "But what if we get caught-it's too risky!"
"That's part of the fun, baby," Sally chuckled, stroking her steaming cunt with her fingers, and Cathy moaned and quickly obeyed, stripping naked. Sucking in her breath with pleasure, Sally clutched a massive hot tit in her lips, loving the fragrant nipple with her tongue, hefting and squeezing the soft swollen flesh in her fingers until Cathy was sobbing and clutching Sally's tits in response.
The panting redhead traced her tongue over to Cathy's other naked tit, sucking on it with lewd voracious moans to make the girl cry out with passion. All the while she stroked her palm across Cathy's steaming cunt, not entering it just yet. She loved to work young girls up into a sobbing frenzy, until they were begging for it.
"Sit on my lap," Sally ordered.
"But-why?" Sally whispered, her creamy young tits heaving feverishly.
Sally grinned, toying with the girl's moist cunt-hairs. Cathy hadn't forgotten any promises she wanted to get her hot young pussy eaten, yearned to see what it was like.
"Because," Sally murmured, kissing her on her wet mouth, "I'm going to finger-fuck you, darling. I'm going to jerk your hot little cunt off and you're going to love it. Now move!"
The girl quickly wriggled her plump, hot ass up on Sally's lap and the redhead grinned, marveling at the magical effect of a blunt promise to a wildly aroused young girl. Stripped of all pretense, Cathy wanted to fuck, and it was Sally's boldness and cunning that got her naked, eager and primed for anything.
Sally rubbed the girl's swollen tits in one hand as she began stroking her fat little clitoris in her fingers, and with panting excitement Cathy locked her ankles around Sally's and began jerking her naked ass wildly on Sally's lap, moaning and gasping as the panting redhead dug her middle finger deep into the girl's juicy cunt.
Sally settled back to a dreamy, blissful reverie as she finger-fucked the beautiful high-school girl and fondled her huge bare tits, loving the feel of Cathy's lush young ass-cheeks writhing on her lap, feeling her own cunt begin to tingle fiercely in anticipation. It was all very dreamy and delicious, a French movie flickering on the screen before them as Sally plunged two fingers up her hot cunt to make her scream softly, as the girl moaned with frantic lust and crushed Sally's hand in a frenzy to her heaving tits, as the redhead lewdly showered savage little bites on the nape of Cathy's neck.
"Oh, oh, my God-ooooooh! I think I'm-ungh! Cumming, gonna cum!" Cathy sobbed, twisted her head around to snake her moist tongue into Sally's mouth.
There were times when Sally wasn't certain which she liked better, a fiery young pussy squirming happily around her fingers or passionately jerking on her mouth, or a magnificent young prick exploding in her fist or her hotly sucking cunt. Young boys and girls both aroused her tremendously but at this wanton moment Sally wouldn't trade the wriggling, soaked cunt jerking feverishly on her fingers for anything.
The one she liked best was the one she was with at the moment, and as Cathy began to cum on her fucking fingers with intense moans of joy, Sally plunged deep into her searing tight pussy, feeling her hot juice ooze into the palm of her hand, bringing it quickly to her mouth to taste it.
"I'm-still cumming!" Cathy protested, writhing her hot ass furiously on Sally's lap.
"Get over into the back seat!" Sally told her urgently. The girl's boiling juice, its fragrant stickiness, excited her tremendously, and now she could barely wait to dig her lips and tongue into that tender hot crotch.
While Cathy crawled over the front seat into the back, the redhead glanced around as she stripped naked. Their car speaker was turned up so loud no one could hear anything and the closest car was fifty feet away.
In less than a minute Sally was in the back seat of the Cadillac with the panting high-school girl, crushing her hot tits to Cathy's, their burning pussies in eager contact.
"You said you'd eat me," Cathy whispered, "you promised!"
The girl thrashed impatiently as Sally inched her way down, pausing to suck at Cathy's trembling hot tits, lingering on her soft belly to teasingly bite folds of flesh, lust soaring in Sally as she got closer to Cathy's fragrant young cunt.
The girl's pussy-lips beckoned like a dainty wet mouth and with a moan of hunger, Sally crouched between Cathy's tanned thighs, her palm rolling back the girl's belly to fully expose her ripe pussy. Then Sally was burrowing into luscious young cunt with a raw hunger, sucking at the delicious pussy-flesh with insatiable greed, crushing her face to Cathy's burning crotch ravenously as she gripped her frantically swinging ass-cheeks in her hands.
"Oh Jesus-dear Lord-unnnnnngh!" Cathy sobbed as the redhead stung her cunt with a series of violent thrills, licking deep and hard with her tongue to lap up her boiling honey, and quickly Cathy locked her naked legs around Sally's back and began to rock passionately against her mouth, already beginning to explode with an orgasm beneath the redhead's fiercely sucking lips.
Sally loved it when they came in her mouth-young boys or girls-but she preferred the hot delicious trickle of cunt-juice to the bursting flood of salty cum. The girl was tugging at her hair and softly screaming, her lush naked ass swinging in a delirium of joy as Sally licked her steaming cunt with obscene relish.
When she decided Cathy was aroused enough, Sally began to shift her naked body around in the back seat, not even losing a stroke of her tongue wriggling into the sweet pussy-flesh, shifting until she hovered over the wildly sobbing girl in reverse, with her own trickling cunt poised over Cathy's mouth.
Eagerly Cathy pulled Sally's hips down and began to devour her pussy with voracious moans, her hot tongue snaking and lashing into Sally's cunt with frenzied excitement.
Their naked bodies locked and thrashing, lips furiously kissing and sucking each other's burning pussies, they came again and again, until the high-school girl's lovely face was soaked with cunt-juice and Sally was gasping for breath.
Now Sally couldn't even see an advertisement for a French movie without feeling a hot tickle in her cunt, remembering that wild episode of sixty-nine in a drive-in movie, the feel of Cathy's hot, naked ass squirming passionately on her lap as she'd finger-fucked her. She went back to the library a number of times in the next few weeks, but never saw the girl again. Sally decided Cathy was suffering from the usual shame and remorse, but she knew with lewd satisfaction the girl would never forget, not after a solid hour of wanton sucking and thrills.
It was just another hit-run conquest for the sensuous redhead, one of those little memories she loved to dredge up from time to time when she felt down.
Now, in the restaurant, the waitress who'd triggered that delicious memory returned Sally's warm smile and moved away with the coffeepot, and Sally grinned at her husband with secret amusement. They knew what the girl had seen, what almost all outsiders saw, and it was a charade the Bensons always enjoyed:
An attractive, prosperous couple in their thirties, well-dressed but not ostentatious, the husband handsome and tanned, the sleek redheaded wife devotedly caressing his wrist with her fingers. They were middle American, from their clean pleasant smiles their generous tipping.
The Bensons were prosperous: George had his own real-estate business in Van Nuys, and their home in a plush suburb was tastefully decorated by one of the best, although neighbors wondered about the surrounding fifteen-foot redwood fence that seemed to indicate an obsession for privacy. On weekends they heard a good deal of wild laughing and shouting from the Bensons' swimming pool, but they generally conceded the Bensons were happy, normal and well adjusted.
Even if they did keep a vicious-looking Doberman to discourage prying.
But there the performance ended. As a young struggling real-estate salesman, Dennis had met and married Sally when she was a secretary in his employer's office. She was everything he wanted in a wife: cheerful, voluptuous, witty and strangely game-oriented. She loved to create games out of everything, particularly their sex-life.
Dennis often came home from work to find his beautiful redheaded wife a blonde or a raven-haired seductress with a completely different personality, her naked curves glistening with a sheen of oil, her massive hot tits heaving eagerly. She invariably dyed her lush tangle of cunt-hair to match her hair to make the game convincing, and once he came home to find her dressed as a gushing high-school girl, all the more exciting when she abruptly dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly and sucked in his rock-hard prick, cooing with girlish delight.
After nine months of marriage, Dennis came home one night-on his birthday-to find a slender young blonde in bra and panties, her eyes glazed with alcohol, waiting for him. But it wasn't Sally, who also waited with a proud smile. His wife had gone out and picked up a girl for him, as a birthday present.
That's when the games began in earnest.
First, Sally peeked, then she watched, fascinated, then joined in with passionate moans and an insatiable hunger.
Six months later they joined the vast underground network of Los Angeles swappers, becoming' immensely popular with their looks and Sally's penchant for bizarre games. It took only a few short years for them to become jaded and bored.
Until, less than a year ago, when they bought and trained the Doberman.
Now on a Friday afternoon they were driving up to San Francisco for a prearranged swap with a couple who'd been married-according to their letters-only three months, and had never tried swapping before. They were very sexy in their nude snapshots, but Sally was suddenly restless for a threesome, for the unmatched challenge and excitement of seducing an innocent girl.
The problem was, Dennis had begun to realize lately, that his wife's hunger was becoming more than relentless-it was getting downright dangerous. Less than a month ago she'd picked up a hitchhiking girl on Sunset Strip, had brought her home for dinner, bathed her, went to work on the adolescent with merciless fingers and tongue for almost two hours until the girl-who, it turned out, was only fourteen-almost lost her mind from the shattering intensity of Sally's rape. Between Sally, Dennis and the fierce Doberman, the girl was a raving casualty by morning, almost insane.
It took a good deal of reassurance and two hundred in cash to placate her before she left.
"Look, let's get going," Dennis said abruptly, glancing at his watch. "It'll be dark soon and we want to get there by ten."
Sally agreed. "They might get impatient and start fucking each other. Wouldn't that be awful, darling?"
They left the restaurant, followed as usual by admiring and envious stares, and unlocked the door of their gleaming new Cadillac convertible. The Doberman watched them from the back seat, its enormous eyes glittering, watchful, its huge teeth shining with saliva.
"There are times," Dennis said as the Caddy purred into life, "when I wish we'd gotten a shepherd or a Dane. He's a cold-blooded bastard."
"But oh, so hot-blooded when he has to be," Sally murmured, reaching back to stroke his sleek head. Dennis was silent. It was really her dog, her source of secret pleasure, and whatever strange kicks she got out of watching him in action with a helpless girl was her own domain. Because, whatever faults he'd found in his wife over the years, Dennis had to admit to two stark facts:
First, Sally was the wildest, most startling, deeply satisfying fuck he'd ever had in his life, even after all these years, so that the only comparison he could find was to imagine ramming his cock into a silken electric socket, whether it was her voracious mouth or her fiery, frantically sucking pussy. Most women jaded after a few years; Sally simply got hotter and wilder, desperate to cram every moment of life with pleasure.
And second, she provided a variety in his life that he couldn't live without any more. Her knack for picking up and seducing unsuspecting girls made most men look like fumbling Boy Scouts. She could turn them on with her electrifying passion in a way that most couldn't imagine, priming them for Dennis so artistically he was left with a frenzied young animal who couldn't get enough of his huge prick.
Whether nature made Sally a born bisexual or whether she was driven to it by her own obsessive sexiness, her constant urgency for something hot and fleshy to fondle, kiss, suck and ravenously devour made no difference to Dennis. Switch-hitter or simply lust-crazed, life was never dull with Sally.
They pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the freeway on-ramp. The late afternoon sun blazed directly in their eyes, making it difficult to see, but they both spotted the hitchhiker on the edge of the ramp at the same time.
"Boy," Dennis muttered, squinting.
Sally peered at the small figure, huddled in an oversized Army field jacket, thumb out in a timid, halfhearted gesture. No baggage, jeans, short blonde hair, smooth face....
"Pull over," Sally hissed as they passed the hitchhiker.
"For a boy?"
"Stop, dammit!" Sally snapped. "It's a girl."
Quickly, Dennis pulled onto the narrow gravel shoulder and stopped. He craned his neck; the hitchhiker was trotting up to the car. Out of breath, she put her head in the open window and George realized it was a girl, with short hair and a boy's jacket. Barely more than an adolescent.
"How far are you going?" she asked.
Sally was already opening her door. "All the way to San Francisco, honey. Get in."
"Oh great!" the girl gushed, then suddenly jumped back, frightened, when she saw the Doberman. Its eyes gleamed on her with chilling intensity.
"He won't bite," Sally laughed, "but pet in front with us anyway."
Sally got out to let the girl between them, and the Caddy was quickly gathering speed to enter the freeway traffic. Sally's thigh was pressed against the girl's warm soft one, and she stared down at her with a look of motherly concern.
The look concealed a hot rising excitement that made Sally's blood sing. Plump little tits beneath that floppy jacket, the firm pink nipples straining at her jersey to tingle Sally's mouth, skin on that sweet face like peaches and cream, small wet lips, tantalizingly parted, and an overall aura of perfect trust-no, of helplessness. Oh Jesus, the luck, the fantastic luck, Sally thought breathlessly. To hell with the swingers in San Francisco, and to hell with Dennis too, this one was hers first. She rested her arm lightly over the girl's shoulders.
"How old are you, honey?" she asked softly.
"Eighteen," the girl said with defiance. "I'm, uh, going to San Francisco to visit my grandmother and I didn't have bus fare."
"And your parents, let you hitchhike?" Dennis asked, keeping his eyes on the road with an effort.
"Yes, sure," the girl stumbled, reddening. "They know I'm old enough. I can take care of myself."
A runaway of course, Sally thought, and no more than fifteen, possibly even fourteen. The soaring excitement in her loins became intense, like a tiny pilot flame that suddenly ignited throughout her blood. Once, in a semiserious discussion with Dennis, she'd admitted that too much sex with too many partners over the years had left her so jaded she'd begun to worry if she'd ever really get off again the way she used to, whether her capacity for a violent orgasm had been stifled permanently because of excess.
She wasn't worried any more. Not as long as darling young girls like this existed, so child-like, so vulnerable, like an angel. She smiled reassuringly down at the girl who was glancing at her nervously now. Easy does it, Sally warned herself, I'm probably showing it I'm so damn excited. I could eat her hot little pussy until she faints with joy, until I'm drenched with her honey. Oh God, I can't wait to force that rosebud mouth down between my thighs!
Dennis threw her a warning glance and she knew she was showing it, devouring the girl with her eyes, so Sally looked away and got a cigarette out.
The girl whirled around and looked at the dog with a jolt of naked fear. The Doberman had been breathing hotly down her neck.
"Get back!" Sally ordered in a harsh voice, and the dog slowly eased back in the leather plushness of the Caddy, its eyes still smoldering on the girl.
"I'll tell you what, Dennis," Sally said suddenly, exhaling smoke. "At Santa Barbara I think there's a turnoff to Highway One going north, all the way to Frisco. Let's take that instead. We'll go through Big Sur. It's really gorgeous there this time of year."
And isolated, she added silently.
"Ever been to Big Sur?" Dennis asked the girl, smiling. His prick began to harden with a surge as he felt her soft hip squirm next to his. At her age she might be a cherry, he realized, a long-shot in these modern times, but it was possible.
"Once," she said. "It was really nice."
Jenny lapsed into a worried silence. There was something about the couple that made her uneasy but she couldn't define it, put it into words. Already she'd begun to feel a wave of remorse and fear for running off like that. Sheila would be worried sick about her. Well, Sheila deserved it, didn't she? After what Jenny had seen and heard at two o'clock this morning she never wanted to see her big sister again. It was sick, disgusting, ugly beyond belief, and Jenny had cried for an hour afterward, huddled in her bed, trying not to believe her eyes and ears, telling herself it was just a nightmare, vividly real but only a filthy dream.
And Sheila's choked voice trying to explain, whispering fervently she was sorry, they needed the money for rent, for food, laundry, for sheer survival. She did it for Jenny, she vowed.
But to let him do those incredibly obscene things to Sheila's beautiful body, things so evil Jenny shuddered, aware that the redheaded woman was watching her intently. She didn't like the look in the woman's strange brown eyes; the funny light that glowed in them stirred a deep uneasiness in Jenny, an intuitive feeling that something was wrong with her. And the dog, well he was an absolute monster. She could feel his eyes glittering on the back of her neck, filling her with a vague nameless fear. Something was strange about these people.
"I-I think you ought to pull over," Jenny said suddenly, prodded by a strong urge to get out of the car at once, far away from these people.
"Why?" the woman asked sharply.
"I, well, I want to go back, back home to Los Angeles. I mean, my mother, I forgot to leave a note telling her I'm going...."
The lie sounded hollow and pathetic to her own ears. But she did feel an overpowering desire to be back in their apartment, back to the coziness and protective safety of Sheila. Running off like this wasn't fair to her sister, not after everything she'd done for her. And the urge to escape these strangers was now a ringing alarm in her mind, a loud warning bell.
"Look, honey," the redhead said in a soothing voice, her fingers squeezing Jenny's shoulder, "you can call your mother from Big Sur and tell her. We can't let you back out on the highway. There are a lot of dangerous people out there, creeps, perverts, criminals, God knows what. Isn't that right, Dennis?"
"Absolutely," Dennis echoed. "A beautiful little girl like you has to be a fool to hitchhike in the first place. At least you're safe with us."
"Tell you what," Sally resumed, both of them hemming her in now with their voices and bodies, a constant barrage that gave her no time to think, "it'll be dark soon and we'll stop off at Big Sur and spend the night there. There are cabins there with fireplaces, right in the heart of the woods. We'll have steaks and salad, and a cozy fire and we'll even toast marshmallows if you like."
"Hey, that sounds great," Dennis said, "sort of a camp-out with all the fancy luxuries. You look like you could use a good meal," he told Jenny, smiling with undeniable charm. "A big thick juicy filet with baked potatoes, and garlic bread and ice cream...."
Involuntarily, Jenny felt her mouth begin to water. She was so violently upset this morning she just took off, unable to think of food or money. But now she realized she hadn't eaten anything but a candy bar since last night. And all she had was a dollar and a little change. They continued to conjure up vivid pictures of a roaring fire in a cabin, pictures of warmth and coziness and fun.
Then Sally delivered the clincher:
"And if you still feel like going back to L.A. tomorrow, we'll take you back ourselves. We'll drive you right up to your house, won't we, Dennis?"
"Right to the door," Dennis echoed.
The last of Jenny's resistance crumbled and the alarm in her mind grew faint. Why not stay out the whole night and at least punish Sheila that much? Let her worry, damn her. She knew Sheila wouldn't ever do that again, not for money, not for love, not even for Jenny. And it did sound like fun, an overnight vacation. And as long as they drove her back in style what did she have to lose?
"Well, okay," she finally smiled.
"That's my girl," Sheila grinned, squeezing Jenny's shoulder in a warm caress. "You'll have the time of your life, honey. Believe me, it'll be a night you'll never forget."
Sally glanced in the back seat. Next to the dog was an overnight bag where, among other things, she'd packed baby oil, a coil of nylon rope and an eleven-inch vibrator, specially designed and tested with guaranteed-and sometimes dangerously exciting-results. On its thick curved length were a mass of tiny rounded spikes and it had already been tested on the girl from Sunset Strip. Sheila could still hear her frenzied shrieks of lust and feel her maddened tongue lashing her cunt like a tiny whip of pleasure. She shivered in anticipation, staring at Jenny's mouth. The nylon cord was for last-minute remorse, but she loved to use it anyway. It preserved the exciting illusion of helplessness, even when they'd become primed with eagerness.
Jenny nodded, closing her eyes and beginning to drowse. She hadn't had more than a couple hours' sleep the night before, not after being awakened at two a.m. for the shock of her life, and now she was exhausted. The Cadillac hummed smoothly, and the smell of the woman's subtle perfume mingling with the odor of expensive leather gave her a delicious feeling of adventure. They were very nice people, after all, especially the beautiful woman. She was so kind.
Jenny was asleep by the time the sun set, unaware that the longest, most violent night of her life was about to begin.
CHAPTER THREE
At thirty-one, Eddie Johnson had cultivated a tough, cynical expression on his rugged face that often made people who were lying to him squirm with guilt. Five years of being a Los Angeles cop had formed the expression, and he'd dropped out of the force because he hated the rules and the paramilitary routine. He liked his freedom, even if it meant a precarious income, and more than that he liked the opportunities for a little freewheeling pleasure that popped into his office from time to time. Like the voluptuous brunette sitting anxiously perched on the edge of her chair facing his desk, chewing her ripe lips. But she was lying to him.
"You don't know why she ran away," he repeated, his eyes boring into her luminous green ones. Her cheeks grew pink and she wriggled her lush hips uncomfortably.
"No, honestly. I mean, we had arguments once in a while-maybe I was a little strict with her-but I'm all she has in the world, her whole family. I tried to raise her the way Mom and Dad would have. They died two years ago," she explained in a soft voice. "A head-on collision near San Diego."
Eddie nodded. "Raising a kid is a tough responsibility, Miss Donovan. Enough to make you feel guilty if she runs off searching for excitement."
"She isn't like that," Sheila said quickly. "Jenny is a quiet girl, very sweet. Even a bit shy."
Eddie glanced at the picture she'd given him from the stack of copies she'd had made. The blonde had a prettier face than her big sister, with a naive look that would be pure bait for the vultures out there.
"Do you know if she's a virgin?" he asked suddenly.
"What does that have to do with it?" Sheila stammered, her face turning crimson. "I only want her found as soon as possible."
Funny reaction, Eddie thought. "It has a hell of a lot to do with it. First, she might have been pregnant, or having an affair, and not necessarily with a kid her own age either. That sort of clumsy groping doesn't turn them on. A teacher in school, maybe, or a married man down the block."
"No, no," Sheila said quickly, shaking her head. "She isn't like that. I think-no, I know she's a virgin. Jenny would tell me if anything like that happened."
Eddie looked at the runaway note. It was scribbled in a hurry, with violent emotion:
Sis I'm saying goodbye, forever. You know why.
I'm leaving the city so don't bother to look for me.
Jenny
And the sister claimed she didn't know why, that it was the hysterical statement of an adolescent. Bullshit, Eddie thought dryly.
"I'm positive she went to San Francisco," Sheila blurted out. "That's where you'll find her."
"Why?"
"Because a close friend of Jenny's ran away a few months ago and sent her a postcard from there. She told Jenny she was having a terrific time. And Jenny always talked about how she wanted to see San Francisco, find Linda-that's her friend."
Eddie sighed. "Look, Miss Donovan, I just can't pop off to San Francisco like a playboy on a spree. Not on a weekend. It's almost Friday night and I've got other things to do."
Sheila leaned forward in her chair, her eyes burning into his, her voice husky with emotion. "Please. You've got to find her right away. She doesn't know what it's like out there. Jenny has been sheltered all her life. Mr. Johnson-Eddie-I'm begging you, please...."
Eddie looked out the window, at the cloud of smog pressing down on the city like an ominous blanket. "I can call a friend of mine in Frisco. He'll keep an eye out for her. But I have to warn you, Miss Donovan, it's a hell of a big city with a lot of girls her age, hundreds of them runaways. They cluster there like bees to honey. That's the best I can do," he said flatly, facing her.
Her large green eyes grew moist and when she edged further forward, the cleft of her creamy tits deepened in the V-neck of her dress. Her voice shook:
"Look, I've got a hundred and ten dollars." She groped in her purse and flung the money on his desk. "That's all I have, but take it, please. I know she's going there and I know you can find her. She's all I have in this world. If Mom and Dad knew about this...."
Her voice choked off and she bit her lip to keep from bursting into tears. Eddie stood up and looked down at the traffic crawling below, his back to her. Hell, this was getting embarrassing. He wanted to help her, but business was business and pleasure was weekends. He had a date tonight with a divorcee-he'd tracked her wealthy husband down in bed with a high-school girl in a seedy motel-and the divorcee, a tawny wild-eyed blonde, was so grateful for the ensuing settlement she wanted to give him a personal bonus.
And Eddie didn't have to be a professor of psychology to realize she'd fuck like a maniac to prove to him she was more of a woman than any high-school girl.
Without turning, Eddie said, "My rates are forty bucks a day, Miss Donovan. That's plus expenses. That hundred and ten will barely last two days if I go to Frisco." He didn't mention the twenty kickback for a referral. He sighed, and turned around. "I'll start Monday morning. I can't tonight. I've got an important date."
She stood up. With her burning eyes locked on his and her ripely curved tits heaving with intensity, she made the divorcee seem almost sexless in comparison. The cop in him began to relent If she ever twined those long shapely legs around his back and began swinging her beautiful ass to a passionate fury, he'd think he was on a roller-coaster ride.
"Look, Eddie," Sheila said tremulously, "if you leave tonight, I'll-I'll go with you."
He raised an eyebrow. The message was clear, unmistakably clear, but coming from someone like her it was a shock. Her desperation blazed in her eyes and he could see her tremble as she stood there.
"I've got to find Jenny before something happens to her, something terrible," she pleaded. "You don't know her, how naive, how sweet, how sensitive...."
Or how guilty you feel, he added silently. He'd pry the source of her guilt out of her, whatever it was, probably nothing more than having the little sister catch her in bed with a date. It would be business and pleasure, a quick weekend trip to Frisco, and if he didn't find the little sister by Monday morning, well hell, he'd kept his promise, hadn't he?
"You're a rotten selfish bastard," a girl once sobbed after he'd left her naked and eager on his office couch to go out on a lucrative case that demanded immediate action, "but call me the minute you get a half-hour, will you, honey?" she had begged.
"You really love your little sister, don't you?" he asked Sheila. Brought up in an orphanage, the emotion was alien to him.
"Yes," she whispered. "More than anything in this world. And I'll do anything to find her."
Eddie glanced at his watch. "Okay then, let's move it."
He scooped the bills on his desk into his pocket, along with Jenny's picture and note, switched off the office lights and locked the door. He hesitated only a second when the office phone rang, remembering he had to call the blonde and get a rain check. He'd do that from Santa Barbara, ninety miles up the coast. Together, silent, they got his black Ford LTD from the parking lot attendant and Eddie swung the big car out onto the boulevard, into the heavy traffic.
"Do you want to stop by your apartment for anything?" he asked her.
"No. Let's just go straight through to San Francisco, Eddie. We'll find her, I know we'll find her."
At a stoplight he ran his eyes over her long silken legs, feeling his cock begin to stiffen. He didn't expect much sleep tonight. She had her back on the seat now, eyes closed, but he knew she wasn't asleep. There was a look of torment on her face as the Ford slowed to a crawl before they got on the jammed freeway going north. Eddie began to savor the feeling of adventure, forgetting the blonde divorcee. He was going to Frisco with a lusciously stacked brunette for the weekend, all expenses paid, so why shouldn't he enjoy it to the hilt?
The normal excitement that accompanied any new sexual conquest was heightened terrifically by the fact that the brunette was a foregone conclusion. No coy come-ons, no girlish protests, just raw torrid sex. And there was some quality in her emotional desperation-not to mention her statuesque body, her lush proud tits and sensually curved ass-that hinted she would be fantastic in bed. You had to work off that kind of seething tension before it drove you crazy. So in a sense he would be doing her a favor.
He lit a cigarette, sarcastically congratulating himself on his generosity.
Sheila could feel his eyes on her from time to time, but she remained perfectly motionless, tortured by the images flashing on the screen of her closed eyelids. Again, she thought despairingly, God, I'm doing it again. It wasn't enough to degrade herself for one night and start the whole horrible chain of events in motion. Now she was whoring herself again to find Jenny, to try and undo the damage. How else could she persuade him to search for Jenny at once?
Sheila had enough of a basic grasp of psychology to realize there was a certain twisted pleasure in self-torment, and it was this kind of perverse pleasure she felt in agonized twinges as she relived the night before.
Because her parents hadn't been insured at the time of their death-her father just couldn't keep up the insurance payments once he'd lost his job the year before-Sheila had found it very rough supporting Jenny and putting her through school, all the while buying clothes for her, books, taking care of dental bills and a thousand trivial items. Nevertheless, she managed, until she was laid off her own job as a secretary for an aircraft corporation.
In the process of caring for Jenny, she rarely went out with men. She knew she had an inhibited nature-"cold fish" the men in the office had called her behind her back-and she used Jenny as an excuse to avoid any sexual confrontations for two years. As a matter-of-fact, at twenty-five Sheila had gone to bed with only three men, none of them satisfying. They were crude, impatient, uncaring. Maybe that's why she chose them, Sheila realized with a sudden flash of insight-to avoid any possible affairs. Deep down, she'd always been afraid of sex.
She'd spent the day before laboriously filling out applications, and that night she was tossing restlessly in bed with worry over money long after Jenny was asleep in her own bedroom. At midnight she got up and got dressed and went to a nearby bar for a rare drink. She was tired, discouraged and almost frantic with worry about meeting the rent, due in a few more days.
The man beside her at the bar insisted on paying for her drink, ignoring her refusal. He was tall, with enormous shoulders and powerful arms that rippled beneath his expensive suit. He had a quick dazzling smile, and Sheila found herself accepting another drink, and then another. He was a lawyer, married he admitted, and from the gleam in his eyes as he leaned close to her to talk, it was obvious he was dying to fuck her.
He was also black.
"Look," he said suddenly, putting a massive hand on hers, "why don't we quit playing games, Sheila. You know I dig you. You're a hell of a fine-looking woman, and I'm not exactly a little boy myself. Why don't we go to a motel for a few hours. You won't regret it, baby. You won't forget it, either," he chuckled. "What do you say, Sheila?"
Her voice became icy. "I say forget it."
"Good," he said smoothly. "I knew you weren't easy. I just wanted to confirm it. Some women, you know, they just act insulted to be cute but you know damn well it's a front and they're really shouting yes. Not you, baby."
Sheila picked up her purse to leave.
"Wait," he said, gripping her wrist. He didn't hurt her but she could feel the strength flowing through him like a powerful current. "Just one more drink, Sheila. I've got a funny story to tell you."
Reluctantly, Sheila accepted. She wasn't drunk but very high and the drinks were free. And he was sort of nice, even though crude and conceited.
"Friend of mine went to one of those massage parlors the other day," he said in his deep voice, leaning close, "and inside of ten minutes one of those clumsy little girls talked him out of fifty bucks, just like that. And do you know how fast she got rid of him? Five minutes, so help me."
Normally uneasy whenever anyone talked about sex, Sheila looked him squarely in the eyes, prodded by the martinis.
"You oughta to take better care of your money," she said.
He grinned. "Can't fool you, honey. You are sharp. What gets me, though, is the waste of the fifty. Oh, I've got plenty of bread," he shrugged, "no problem there, but I'd rather give it to someone who can really use it, know what I mean?"
Sheila's heart beat faster and she gulped at her drink. She'd mentioned she was out of work and strapped for money.
He took out a gold money clip to pay for the drinks and she saw the sheaf of hundreds as he casually slipped out a twenty.
"Of course," he continued with a broad grin, "I wouldn't be so cheap as to offer a beautiful woman fifty. Say, a hundred at least."
A curious blend of emotions boiled up in Sheila. She felt insulted, even furious at the mere idea. What did he think she was anyway? To actually proposition her as if she were a common whore!
But beneath that shallow emotion she felt a soaring wave of excitement. A hundred dollars was little more than half the rent but at least it would hold off the landlord for a few weeks. The endless worrying, the pressure would be off for a little while. And it would be so easy, just a few minutes, maybe twenty at the most....
Her mind spun with a mixture of martinis and hot excitement, and she realized she was perilously close to being drunk. God, he was black! she thought. A stab of shame suddenly hit her as she realized he had a beautiful body, wide-shouldered, slim-hipped, muscular and ... and....
She bit her lip, trying not to think that thought. Two years without sex wasn't so hard at all, not after the dullness of her experiences. But she was radiantly healthy too, and a certain amount of powerful and unavoidable tension had built up in her loins. The liquor had peeled away her coldness and Sheila could feel a warm pulsating heat in her thighs as she became aware of the black man's animal presence, his massive bulk.
He would be terribly big down there. Big? a voice mocked her. Words that she'd never permitted in her mind now began to rush forth, ignited by two years of sex-denial and four martinis.
His cock would be gigantic, Sheila thought with a shock, black, colossal, like a bull! She imagined his immense blood-engorged prick tearing between her aching thighs, piercing her hot wet cunt like With her drink halfway to her lips Sheila realized she was drunk, that the malicious little voice in her mind was her own and in fright she grabbed her purse and hurried out of the bar, hearing him shout her name.
Outside, without pausing, her heels clicked rapidly on the sidewalk and she breathed the night air deeply. My God, she must be mad! To even think for a moment that she would sell herself, whore her body to a strange black man....
Her cheeks burned with shame al! the way home. She didn't see the black Lincoln quietly following her at a crawl. In her apartment, she checked to make sure Jenny was asleep, then quickly stripped and got in the shower, scrubbing her skin in a frenzy to wash away the obscene thoughts. After ten minutes she turned off the shower with a deep sigh and rubbed herself briskly with a towel. She felt better now, almost sober. God, that was a close call!
For a long moment she stood in front of the full-length mirror. Her face was far from beautiful but nature had compensated with her body. Her tits thrust out creamy and firm, with large dusky nipples, taut now from her own caressing touch. Beneath a narrow waist her hips curved out voluptuously, framing her damp silken pussy-hairs. Her thighs were sleek and milky soft, always hot to the touch. Sheila lightly brushed a finger close to her cunt-hairs and shivered.
To think that she'd almost had a massive black prick ripping into her tight pussy....
With an effort Sheila turned away from the mirror, strangling the urge to masturbate, to watch herself in the mirror as she began feverishly stroking her pink clitoris, then ramming a finger, then two, deep inside her throbbing cunt, jerking her hips to a wild rhythm with loud moans ... She'd done it only once, and while it was blissfully exciting-watching herself gave her a delicious sense of guilt-she felt terribly ashamed afterward and vowed never again.
Naked, she padded toward her bedroom when the doorbell buzzed, making her heart pound. For a moment she froze, wondering, but when it buzzed again she quickly slipped on a robe, afraid Jenny would wake up.
She opened the door on the chain-latch. It was him. His eyes were wild and drunk.
"Look, baby-" he began.
"Shhhh!" She put a finger to her lips. "My little sister is asleep."
"Okay," he whispered, "lemme in for a minute, honey. Just wanna talk to you."
"No!" But her heart was hammering against her ribs. He'd followed her home, damn him. She had to get rid of him fast but he wouldn't stop talking.
"Ten minutes," he whispered hoarsely, licking his lips with a pink tongue, staring at her ripe cleavage, "in and out before you know it, Sheila, and you'll have a wild time, fantastic, baby! Here, take it now."
Quickly, he slipped a hundred-dollar bill out of his money clip and held it through the chink in the door. Sheila stepped back, her pulse racing, her mind whirling, Two long years, she thought. She needed that money desperately. She'd never seen a black man naked-she was really curious. She looked nervously back at the door to Jenny's bedroom. If her little sister ever found out....
"Take it, Sheila!"
He dropped the bill and it fluttered to the floor at her feet. She knelt to pick it up, angry now, thinking of Jenny and the black man's vulgar nerve, ready to throw it back at him and close the door, but her eyes were level with his crotch as she knelt and Sheila sucked in her breath, astonished.
His cock was enormous! Straining at his pants was an outline so huge she felt faint. She continued kneeling, her gaze riveted to his bulging prick, feeling a wave of fear and revulsion at its terrifying size, and yet she felt an indescribable excitement and curiosity too. Like punishment, she thought, dazed, if she did this disgusting thing she'd be punished at the same time because he'd tear her up, and everything would be even, wouldn't it?
"Open," he said hoarsely.
Sheila's fingers shook as she unlatched the door. The moment he stepped inside the apartment she knew nothing on earth would get him out until he had fucked her.
"Follow me," she whispered in a trembling voice. She led him to her bedroom, wondering if this was how a whore felt, this giddy excitement mingling with fear. Behind her, he closed her bedroom door and leaned against it, a grinning giant, his black skin glowing in the lamplight.
At that moment the reality of her helpless position began to dawn on Sheila. The look in his eyes, the savage, triumphant glint sparked naked terror in the pit of her stomach. It was one thing to fantasize and play mental games with herself. She felt her knees tremble as she realized this man wasn't playing games.
"Please," she begged in a whisper, "no noise, my little sister is sleeping just across the living room."
He chuckled, stripping off his jacket and tossing it on a chair, then unknotting his tie, all the while his gaze raking over her body.
"Oh, baby," he murmured, "if there's any screaming around here, it isn't going to be mine. Take it all off. Let's see that gorgeous white ass, honey."
Gone was the smooth charm he'd oozed in the bar, she realized with despair. He wanted brutal sex and something worse-he wanted to degrade her.
Sheila held out the hundred-dollar bill. "Please, maybe some other time ... please?" She watched him grin through tears in her eyes.
"Oh, no, no, no, not that easy, baby. I paid and there's no refunds now. When I was a little boy in Alabama," he rumbled on casually as he unbuckled his belt, "there was an elegant white lady I worked for who lived across town. Used to pat me on the head and say, 'Georgie, what're you gonna be when you grow up? A big bad buck gettin' all those little nigger girls pregnant? A real stud, Georgie?' It wasn't hard to see what was on her mind," he chuckled as he slipped off his pants, making Sheila's heart threaten to burst with terror as his mammoth prick held his shorts out at a perfectly straight angle. God, he would kill her with that cock! "Well, the day came," he went on, removing his shorts, "when she had to look at little Georgie's cock for herself. Used to pay me a whole dollar every time I fucked her. That was about twice a day so actually I did pretty good, until she had to go to the hospital. It seems she had a very tender asshole, even though she craved it that way."
He paused to take his shirt off and Sheila started sobbing softly. He was naked now.
"Now it's my turn to pay, baby," he said ominously, "only I pat you on the head and call the shots-get it?"
"If it's vengeance you want," she choked, but her voice failed her. She couldn't take her gaze off his pulsing black prick. The giant knob shone pink, a milky drop oozing from its tiny slit. Beneath his hard-on his balls hung like dark grapefruit and above it was a thick bush of kinky black hair.
"Off," he commanded in a harsh voice, stepping toward her.
Sheila shut her eyes tightly and took off her robe. She kept them shut, quivering, as he stepped up to her, his huge hands softly stroking her tits, kneading the hot flesh, gently pinching her swollen nipples.
"Oh nice, nice," he crooned, "my fine white teacher was a hag compared to you, baby. Oh, those tits are hot, mmmmm, fat and hot and silky."
An involuntary moan escaped Sheila's lips. There was a fire building in her loins, an unwanted blaze fighting with her terror. He wasn't like the others, his body was beautiful, his strong fingers teasing, loving on her naked tits, squeezing gently to make her gasp with pleasure. He was playing with her, beginning to arouse her deeply.
His big hands slid down over her waist and sloping hips to massage their fleshiness and he inched forward so that the head of his turgid cock was pressing against her cunt-hairs. She felt a hot trickling in her pussy, a wild tingling of expectation.
"Oh God," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes still shut.
"He can't help you, baby," the man chuckled, "but I sure can. Look down at it-go ahead!"
She opened her eyes and stared down, dazed. She could see purple veins throbbing in its giant gorged length. It was ugly, sending shivers up her spine, and yet she felt a hot desire to clutch its ebony mass, feel its throbbing heat in her fingers. Still, she was paralyzed with fright.
"The other one went crazy over my prick," he said proudly. His fingers stroked her bare ass as he talked, cupping and hefting her cheeks. "She couldn't get enough of it. Used to lick and suck it like a starved animal, like it was the last piece of meat on earth. You do that now, baby. Get down on your knees and kiss it. Suck it!" he ordered.
Slowly, Sheila dropped to her knees. She stifled a cry as she put one hand around it-it was incredibly thick and hot, surging in her fist with thrilling power.
"Suck it," he commanded, cupping her head in his hands.
The trembling brunette took a deep breath and put the knob against her lips, timidly kissing it. She shuddered with revulsion as the milky drop seeped inside her mouth, and she whirled her tongue around it, startled at the salty taste.
"Oh yeah," he purred, "you're learning. Now suck, lady, put that pretty mouth to work."
He rammed her head toward him and Sheila suddenly gagged, fearing she would choke. The great black mass seared her mouth and slammed against the base of her throat and she made an urgent helpless sound but he only laughed. She wriggled her head frantically from side to side in an attempt to escape. Grunting with pleasure, he eased up slightly on his grip.
Clumsily at first, Sheila began sliding her lips back and forth along his pulsing prick, revolted at the strong animal taste, but after a minute or so it began hardening even more in her wet mouth, swelling and growing hotter. Experimentally, Sheila started jerking her fist on the base of his hard-on in time to her sucking lips and his groans became louder.
After another minute of hungry sucking Sheila realized with a tiny shock that her revulsion was gone, that she was beginning to enjoy herself tremendously, beginning to love the gigantic throbbing hardness jerking in her eager mouth, the weight of his huge dangling balls in her fingers as she stroked them. Moans of excitement poured from her throat, little whimpers of joy and submission.
Without stopping her passionate sucking she rolled her eyes upward to see him towering over her. His face was distorted with pleasure and his broad powerful chest heaved as he lunged his burning cock in and out of her mouth. She felt utterly helpless, kneeling beneath that mass of black sinew, and sharp hot thrills raced up and down her spine as she tried to gorge more of his massive prick into her mouth, in a frenzy of delight now.
She was sucking a big black prick! she thought deliriously. And she loved it! Even the twinge of shame and horrible guilt she felt were delicious to her as her lust mounted, welled up like a sheet of fire and made her wet cunt pulsate with desire in anticipation of being rammed to the hilt by his monstrous cock.
For the first time in her life, Sheila Donovan was turned on, and her own intensity frightened and thrilled her at the same time. She desperately wanted him to cum in her mouth now, shoot torrents of boiling jism down her throat, sear her insides with a flood of thick cum. Every nerve of her beautiful trembling body was on fire, from the tips of her swollen nipples to her passion-drenched cunt.
Unable to stand her excitement any more, Sheila's fingers darted down to her aching pussy and she shuddered as she found her clit. She spread her own juice around her cuntlips, and as she was about to thrust a finger deep inside herself, he was quickly lifting her up by the armpits.
"Oh no you don't," he grunted, placing her so her ass was on the edge of the bed. "That's what this is for, baby."
Sheila waited with her thighs spread, shivering, so aroused now that the last of any shame had vanished. She stared at his swollen cock in awe, licking her lips to savor its pungent taste. As he gripped her ass-cheeks and lifted them up, she leaned back on her elbows, panting. Slowly, standing between her parted legs, he guided his huge prick against her pussy, grinding the massive knob around her clitoris and soaked cunt-lips. Sheila moaned and sank her nails into the bed.
"Fuck me," she whispered, reveling in the coarse sound of the word. "Oh fuck me, please!"
He slid the entire head of his cock in and Sheila arched her back and bit off a sharp scream.
"Hurts!" she groaned. "Please, it hurts!"
"You'll love it in a minute," he told her. "You'll beg for it, baby."
Another inch of cock slid in and Sheila gritted her teeth as the burning pressure increased, as the thick prick began to tear into her narrow cunt. In spite of the nerve-jarring pain, the sight of his huge black cock piercing her cunt was fantastically exciting, and she wanted it deeper inside, wanted the big head grinding inside her to the point of bursting. As still another inch of cock slid torturously in, the panting brunette lifted her legs high and put her calves on his shoulders. Her pale body shuddered against his massive prick, her tight pussy trying to suck it in further as she gasped with pain, her sweating ass starting to rotate in a slow rhythm. All of it both horrified and excited her fiercely.
"Fuck me," she panted, "oh yes, yos, yesssss, love it-unnngh!"
He'd suddenly plunged forward savagely and Sheila thought she would faint from sheer agony. All the time he'd been tantalizing her, toying with her, and even now through tear-stung eyes Sheila could see that only half his immense prick was gorging her cunt.
"Can't-stand it!" she cried out, forgetting Jenny. "Oh Lord, it hurts!"
He grimaced. "Tight and hot, lady-oh yeah, that's one tight pussy, mmmmmm ... juicy cunt ... ahhhh...."
He drew back a few inches and then began stroking to a leisurely rhythm. Sheila was shaking her head from side to side on the bed beneath her, clenching her teeth to keep from crying too loud, the walls of her burning cunt slowly easing as her fluid started to ooze around his cock. Beneath the painful pressure soft thrills were rippling through her hot pussy as his path became easier. Her fingers flew to her clit and stroked, and it was becoming sheer heaven now, she'd never realized what she'd missed all these years as the waves of pleasure became wilder, spreading from her tight clasping cunt through every nerve in her perspiring body.
"Yessss," she moaned, "oh fuck me harder, hurt me!"
Grinning, he abruptly slammed his prick so deep Sheila thought her belly would rupture. She responded by wriggling her pussy sharply from side to side, sucking in her breath at the intense thrills. The pain was still there, as if a giant burning poker had been rammed up her cunt, but she could barely distinguish between pain and ecstasy any more. Her free hand darted to her swollen tits, and she stroked one with obscene pleasure as she rubbed her fingers furiously on her tingling clit.
The towering man had begun fucking her harder now, each forward stroke ramming a fraction of an inch deeper, and still, even in the white-hot pain-pleasure of his brutal fucking she craved more of him, every thrilling inch, the impossibility of that huge cock plunged to its fat hilt. Sheila panted furiously, jerking and swinging her ass in a frantic tempo as the molten wave of her first orgasm began to fire deep in her loins. God, she was going to cum! She'd never realized it could be like this, as if she could explode with obscene joy, never realized thrills like this existed.
"Cum now!" she sobbed, thrashing her hips. "Please give it to me now! Oooooh, God, it's good, good, wild-unggh! No, no!"
He suddenly stopped with his cock almost out of her madly throbbing cunt, the knob just inside her pink dripping pussy-lips.
"You like it, honey?" he asked. There was a cruel glint in his eyes. "White lady like hot black prick?"
"Please," she whimpered, gripping the head of his cock as tightly as she could in her pussy-lips, the craving for more of it almost maddening, "don't stop-not now!"
"Beg for it," he said. "Let me hear you beg."
"Yes, yes, I'm begging, don't stop, God I'm going crazy-"
"Will you kiss my black ass?" he grinned.
"Yes, anything-"
"Lick my balls?"
"Oh God yes-"
He was degrading her, abusing her deliberately and she couldn't care less, not any more. Her wild release waited elusively on the fringe of her torture and she ran her fingers in a frenzy of anguished excitement over her heaving tits. She would explode with frustration if he taunted her any more, but still he grinned down at her, triumphant and merciless.
"I'll lick your balls," she sobbed without shame, "no more teasing, just fuck me!"
"Hot damn," he chuckled, "you're really turned on, aren't you? When's the last time you had it, honey?"
"I just never had it so good," Sheila whispered, knowing it was what he wanted to hear and knowing at the same time it was true. Pride couldn't exist with the tremendous excitement in her loins. A huge finger groped around the crevice of her lush ass and the next moment Sheila arched her back and gasped as the finger thrust brutally into the narrow channel of her asshole.
A moment later he rammed his prick in a relentless thrust forward and Sheila made incoherent sounds in her throat as the exciting pressure of her impaled asshole and pussy merged. Her breath came in racking sobs as he resumed his powerful strokes, and Sheila felt as if she were being torn in two, and the feeling was terrible and blissful at the same time.
"Oh that juicy cunt," he groaned, stroking faster, "ah, that hot white pussy-aaaaah-oh lady, yeah, mmmmm!"
For a long ecstatic moment he froze as his rock-hard prick quivered explosively inside her hotly sucking cunt, and then the flood came, gushing and boiling, and tears of delirious excitement burned Sheila's eyes as the first real orgasm of her life erupted.
"Cum-cum-cummmmming!" she cried. "Oh God, I love it-yessss, I love to fuck! Ooooooh!"
Panting in a frenzy, Sheila tried to literally climb up his exploding prick, twining her ankles around his neck, jerking the trunk of his quivering cock in her fist frantically, barely able to endure the first shattering orgasm as her long-buried passion unleashed itself.
Even after his massive cock began dwindling inside her the feverish brunette ached for more of his tingling jism inside her shuddering cunt, wanting it everywhere at once, in her belly, her mouth, smeared on her perspiring, swollen tits. His hands squeezed her writhing ass in spasms for a minute, and gradually Sheila caught her breath, her wild moans growing faint.
But a few seconds later she could feel his prick begin to harden again and a whimper of eagerness came from her lips. His finger still pierced her tender asshole.
"Again," she whispered, not daring to look at him. She clasped her hot cuntal walls fiercely on his swelling cock. "Again, oh please."
"Elegant, refined white lady," he said with heavy sarcasm. "Going crazy over black meat. This the first real fuck of your life, honey?"
"Yes." She kept her eyes tightly shut.
"You love George's big hot prick?"
Her cheeks burned. "Yes."
"Makes me wonder who ought to be paying who," he chuckled. "Beneath that dainty exterior, you are nothing but a hot naked animal, right?"
"Yes," she said humbly.
"It figures. Turn over."
He slid his cock and finger out of her simultaneously, so fast Sheila yelped. "Over!" he said, and before Sheila could respond he'd gripped her by her hips and easily flipped her over on her stomach, still on the edge of the bed. Dazed, she felt him lift her thighs in his hands so that her lush ass hovered close to his cock.
"Now, honey," he said softly, "you are really going to earn that hundred bucks. That is one succulent ass." As he talked, his fingers rubbed her aching pussy, spreading her lubricant over her tiny asshole. Suddenly Sheila understood and she froze with rising terror, paralyzed in his grip.
"Oh my God you wouldn't-"
Still stroking her helpless asshole, he said, "That's exactly what my fine white lady in Alabama said. But I did, baby. And do you know what? She learned to crave it, to beg for it after a while. 'Fuck me in the ass, Georgie!' " he whined in a falsetto voice. " 'Oh Georgie, hurt me with your gorgeous black prick!' Masochistic bitch," he muttered.
The next moment Sheila almost fainted. Without warning he slammed his gigantic cock deep into her narrow asshole and pain exploded in her body in a white-hot flash. She felt her breath forced out of her lungs and the slightest movement of her lush ass was pure torture. Sheila clawed at the bed beneath her and sank her teeth into it as tears gushed down her cheeks, as his prick impaled her ass with furious pressure.
"Unnnghhhh! H-h-hurts!" she finally managed to gasp. "D-don't, p-please-aaaagh!"
As if to mock her, he forced another inch of cock into her ass.
"Ooooh, I dig that," he groaned behind her, stroking her soft thighs in his fingers, "that's real-aaaah-tight and hot, baby-mmmmm! That hot white ass is-oh, yeah-really goooood...."
The sobbing brunette huddled her tits and face and arms deep into the bed, feeling as if his searing cock was piercing her very stomach now. The horrifying thought that she was being degraded like this-fucked in the ass by a monstrous black stranger-was a mere shadow compared to her physical agony. But Sheila couldn't deny another bizarre emotion flitting through her mind. She liked it. No, she loved it, in some strange way she basked and wallowed in the feeling of utter humiliation and submission, she thrilled to the helplessness of her position. It was sheer torment, and she loved it.
"Beautiful ass," muttered the man as his fingers dug harshly into the soft velvety flesh of her hips.
"Best-ahhhh-ass I ever had, baby! Mmmm! Now hang on!"
When he suddenly jerked back a few inches the tearing friction in her tight channel sent unbearable sheets of pain through Sheila's bowels and loins. Again he lunged forward, and with each powerful stroke the terrified brunette gasped and shuddered, faintly aware of the obscene slap of his big balls against her naked ass-cheeks.
After a minute an eerie bliss began to mingle with her anguish. It hurt unbearably-but it hurt good! The pain was exciting in some grotesque way, and she was actually beginning to crave it, like well-deserved punishment. Too, the image in her mind of this gigantic black animal humiliating her like this, ripping his massive prick deep into her tight asshole with depraved grunts of pleasure fired her lewd excitement. Like a movie in her mind's eye she watched her soft body quiver helplessly as he rammed into her, and her incoherent moans became disjointed words:
"Fuck-fucking me in-oh God-my ass, yessss, fuck me, all of-aaaagh!-you, every hot beautiful inch! Oh, oh God, he's killing me-love it-unnngh!"
Were those filthy cries really hers? It didn't matter, she thought wildly, even her shame was pure bliss. She was being ravaged brutally, her tender asshole cruelly fucked and she needed this, oh Lord, how she needed it! All these years of dull waiting, and now she couldn't even distinguish between pain and ecstasy, but she was feeling lust to the very core of her soul.
She began to wriggle her burning ass, joining in her own torment, helping him to punish and thrill her. She panted feverishly with each immense thrust of his giant cock, her tender asshole clasping it greedily.
It seemed that his fiery cockhead was slamming into the very pit of her belly and a soft scream burst from her lips as his jism spurted in explosive gushes, flooding and tickling her ravaged asshole with blissful excitement. For a full minute his cum seared her bowels and Sheila writhed and quivered and squeezed her dangling tits in her hands as a new orgasm blazed through her tingling cunt.
"Cumming," she moaned, "me too!"
Suddenly he slapped her viciously on her ass-cheeks and a split-second later slipped his deflated cock out of her ass. The simultaneous bolts of pain sent the gasping brunette into a wild spasm and her creamy flesh trembled from head to toe. He stepped back, gasping for breath.
"Oh wow, that was pure ass, baby! Wheeewwww!"
Sheila continued to moan and undulate her hips, still dazed from her agony, still wildly aroused from the violent experience. Her asshole felt as if it had been pierced with a branding iron. Slowly she turned over, watching him dress, her eyes glazed with shock. As he knotted his tie he hummed cheerfully, adding a nightmarish quality to the scene.
"Well," he grinned, "you sure earned that hundred bucks, lady. For a change I got my money's worth. You know how tough that is these days?"
He turned to the mirror on the dresser and paused, staring at the bedroom door beside it. It was ajar.
"Well, who in the hell are you, honey?" He reached over and opened the door all the way.
Jenny stood there in her terry-cloth robe. Her face was pale and her eyes burned on her naked sister, shocked, accusing, furious.
"Oh my God," Sheila whispered. She sat up on the bed, hugging her tits, shaking her head from side to side mechanically as if she could deny everything that way.
"You must be the little sister," the black man said, running his eyes over her petite body. "How much did you see, honey?" He chuckled coarsely. "Enough to turn you on, too?"
"You filthy whore!" Jenny hissed at Sheila. "You slut!"
Then Jenny whirled and ran, slamming her bedroom door behind her. Sheila wiped at the tears in her eyes. How long had Jenny stood there, watching? She must have seen the last part-she couldn't have slept through Sheila's wild moans and screams-must have heard Sheila begging and whimpering like a lust-crazed animal as the man's massive prick raped her helpless asshole.
She might have seen everything-Sheila moaning and kneeling beneath him as she eagerly sucked his cock, begging to be fucked. Every detail of her lewd performance began to strike the dazed brunette with shattering impact, and a profound disgust and shame overwhelmed her...." could do this once a week, if it's okay with you, baby," he was saying with a broad grin from the doorway. "I guess you could use the money and I sure as hell can use the action. Mmmmm! Tell you something else, too: Any time you want to have a little party with your cute sister along, well, I could double that hundred. You think about that for a day or too, okay?"
Sheila shut her eyes tightly. "Leave," she pleaded. "Go away, and hurry!"
He snorted. "Remorse rears its ugly head, huh? Here's my card." He tossed it on the dresser. "You'll get horny again in a day or two and give me a call. And, baby, if that cute little sister of yours is a cherry, I'll throw in an extra hundred for a bonus. Be seeing you."
Mercifully, he left. Sheila slowly stood up, wincing at the terrible soreness in her cunt and asshole. The hundred-dollar bill lay crumpled on the dresser. She looked away from it quickly, her face crimson. She padded to Jenny's bedroom and opened the door. Her sister lay huddled in her bed, her face in her arms.
"Jenny, I-I can explain," she whispered, kneeling beside the bed. "Please listen, darling."
Jenny didn't speak but her shoulder twitched with her sobbing.
"I-he, well, he raped me. He forced his way in here and he raped me, Jenny," she blurted out. "He forced me to do every filthy thing, don't you see, darling?"
Her sister suddenly whirled her head around. Her eyes blazed into Sheila's with such hatred the brunette gasped.
"Forced you, hell! I saw it all, you damn liar! You-you went down on his horrible ugly prick, you begged him-I heard you, you lying whore!"
"No, no, no," Sheila sobbed, "I did it for the money, Jenny, we were broke, you need books, clothes-"
"I'd rather starve, you whoring bitch! If Mom and Dad knew...."
A vicious slap stung Sheila's cheek. Then Jenny quickly buried her face in her arms again, oblivious to Sheila's desperate explanations and pleas for forgiveness.
Sheila went quietly back to her own bedroom and lay in the darkness, crying. Over and over she told herself Jenny would cool off in the morning, would forgive her and everything would be all right, they'd both forget....
The lies finally lulled Sheila into an exhausted sleep. The next morning Jenny was gone, leaving the note on her bed.
"We'll stop here," a man was saying. "We'll grab a cup of coffee while I make a phone call."
Sheila sat up, rubbing her eyes as the black Ford swung into the parking lot of a restaurant just off the freeway. She stared at the driver and slowly came out of her vivid nightmare, back to the present. He was the investigator who would find Jenny. Everything would be all right.
Except, she recalled with a new twinge of shame, she'd promised him something too, to search for Jenny. As they entered the restaurant Sheila had the horrible feeling the nightmare would never end, that she was in a maze of depravity, a cunning trap that led from one violent act to another, each one leading to another bed and more degradation. They sat in a booth and Sheila took a deep determined breath.
She'd do whatever she had to find Jenny. Anything. But the thing that tore at her nerves and threatened her sanity was worry over Jenny. Her little sister was so naive, so helpless and innocent. If someone else got to her first and shattered that innocence, corrupted that sweetness, she'd never forgive herself.
Eddie ordered coffee and went over to the phone on the wall. Sheila watched him, thinking he was tough on the outside, but he seemed very nice beneath that. He wasn't at all bad-looking, not quite handsome, but rugged and masculine. If she had to prostitute herself she could have done considerably worse. Her fingers shook as she lifted her coffee cup and another flash of truth struck her with ruthless honesty.
She was looking forward to it.
Without putting it into words, she knew the black man had ignited something inside her, had broken down her dull inner prison of inhibition. No amount of shame or self-hatred could disguise the fact that he'd turned her on, violently. You could only bury natural healthy urges for so long before they exploded with a vengeance. And the soreness in her cunt and tender asshole only served to constantly remind her of that.
The fact was, she told herself with painful self-honesty, that she loved to fuck. Even the vulgar sounds of the word, which used to fill her with shame and contempt, now excited her deeply. Maybe she was a born whore. She didn't want to be a prostitute, all she wanted was Jenny back in the safety of their apartment, desperately wanted life to be exactly the same as it was before.
Too late now. Four martinis and a hundred-dollar bill had changed her life once and for all. That, and a huge black man with a sadistic streak and a sharp instinct for the kind of cruel thrills that would reduce her to a whimpering, begging slave....
"Okay," Eddie said, smiling as he sat across from her again. "Date taken care of." He frowned, staring at her. "Are you all right? You look terrified."
"No, no, I'm fine," Sheila lied. "Just ... thinking."
"Don't worry, Sheila. We'll find your little sister."
"In what condition?" she whispered. "Where is she, who is she with now? Whose bed will she sleep in tonight?"
They stared at each other helplessly.
CHAPTER FOUR
At that moment Jenny gazed, fascinated, as flames crackled high in the fireplace. The Bensons had rented a cabin deep in the woods, at least a mile from its closest neighbor, and although the sun hadn't set yet a chill had settled over the rugged wilderness area.
Sally handed her a glass. "Champagne," she smiled. "Vintage. We've sort of been saving it for a special occasion, Jenny. You might say this is it."
Curious, Jenny sipped it, couldn't decide whether she liked it or not and sipped it again. In a minute her glass was empty. Laughing, the redhead refilled the glass.
By the end of her second glassful Jenny felt a warm glow in her blood. She definitely liked champagne, she decided. She also liked the Bensons, particularly Sally, who watched her with such motherly concern. In the middle of her third glass of champagne Jenny even decided she liked the gigantic dog, although he couldn't seem to take his fierce eyes off her. And Sally's husband was really very handsome, although strangely quiet.
. How could she have ever mistrusted such beautiful people?
At dinner Jenny wolfed down an enormous steak as Sally fussed over her. At one point she began to giggle uncontrollably-the champagne made her delightfully dizzy-and then explained to the Bensons:
"I read this story once about a girl like myself who was taken in by these strange people. And they fed her and fed her and stuffed her until she was close to bursting. And then they ate her! They were cannibals, see?"
"Well, don't give us any ideas," Sally laughed. "Because, honey, you are yummy enough to eat. Isn't she, Dennis?"
"Right down to her cute little fanny," Dennis grinned, and Jenny laughed uproariously. Such wonderful people....
"How about a nice hot bath?" Sally said to Jenny after dinner. Before Jenny could protest Sally was in the bathroom, drawing the water, then guided the adolescent firmly next to the tub, insisting on stripping Jenny herself.
"But I'm old enough to do it myself," Jenny argued. "You make me feel silly."
And you make me feel hotter than a firecracker, Sally thought as she raised the girl's arms and took off her jersey. God, what luscious silky little tits! High and proud, with huge pink nipples that tilted upward, as if pleading to be sucked and tongued. It took an effort of will for Sally to restrain herself from squeezing the plump buds in her fingers, loving the hot flesh with hungry moans.
"Now you just be quiet and let Sally handle everything," she told Jenny in a husky voice. Her pulse racing with excitement, Sally kneeled before the girl and unzipped the fly of her jeans. She worked them down over the blonde's soft hips, sucking in her breath as she gazed at Jenny's golden nest of cunt-hairs, the bare fringe of her pink pussy-lips visible.
Sally trembled, the familiar tingle in her mouth becoming a ravenous urge. After years of going down on a variety of women and girls-and men and boys-Sally Benson had cultivated an eerie sixth-sense that never failed her, that told her in almost precise terms whether a pussy would be uninspiring and flat-tasting or delicious and juicy. She knew with certainty that the blonde's young cunt would be pure honey and sweetness, like liquid fire, and she even sensed strongly that Jenny might be a cherry.
She inched Jenny's jeans down over her plump thighs and calves and the girl stepped out of them, completely naked.
"Turn around," Sally whispered, still kneeling.
Jenny looked down at her, baffled. "Why?"
Because Pd love to shove my tongue up your darling ass, Sally thought feverishly. "Just measuring you for size, honey," Sally told her. "A friend of mine owns a dress shop and I get things for practically free. Now you turn!"
Jenny obeyed, her tawny ass-cheeks only inches from the redhead's mouth. Sally tenderly cupped a cheek in each hand, shivering. "Well you do have a cute fanny," she remarked, then stood up. She mustn't alarm the girl, not yet. It was easy enough to work her up by degrees, and a hell of a lot more fun too, although her impatience was like a violent prod.
Jenny stepped into the tub and Sally began soaping her smooth back, then worked a hand over to her hot succulent tits, lathering soap on them in slow, sensuous gestures.
"I can do that myself," Jenny said in a tremulous voice.
"But it feels good when I do it, doesn't it?" Sally murmured. "You just lie back and leave everything to me."
Jenny obeyed, closing her eyes, feeling delicious ripples of excitement spreading outward from her swollen nipples as Sally's fingers gently pinched and caressed. Four glasses of champagne had left her lightheaded and wonderfully relaxed. Sally was so affectionate, and Jenny vaguely reasoned it was because the Bensons didn't have a daughter of their own to fuss over. But she was beginning to feel a hot glow in her loins too, right down by her pussy, a funny ache. Now Sally told her to put one leg along the rim of the tub and she was stroking soap on her warm thigh with such gentle fingers, and when a fingertip brushed Jenny's little clitoris she gasped.
"Sorry," Sally said. "A beautiful little girl like you has to be careful who touches you down there," she chuckled. "I'll bet you've got at least four or five boyfriends, haven't you, Jenny?"
"Not really," the blonde sighed, keeping her eyes closed as the blissful fingers caressed her leg. "Boys are so dumb."
"You have to be especially careful if you're a virgin. You are, aren't you, darling?" Sally murmured.
Jenny blushed. Ordinarily she would have lied just to sound older and wiser but Sally had a way of guessing the truth. And she was so nice to her.
"Y-yes," Jenny stammered. "But boys have tried, lots of them."
Oh Jesus, a cherry! Sally thought wildly, her eyes riveted to the blonde's delicate pink cunt. I'm going to suck her off until I can't lift my tongue any more and then I'm going to finger-fuck her hot cunt until she cums in the palm of my hand, and then I'll lick her darling ass, just for starters!
It was essentially the same ritual of masturbating and sucking that Sally had gone through with a number of teenage boys as well as girls, and Dennis still didn't know about those, didn't realize that Sally had an oral craving for both hot young pricks and cunts that had to be satisfied daily. It was only lately that the lush redhead began to prefer sweet young girls to boys, and it didn't take much persuasion to convince Dennis they ought to find a beautiful young girl for a permanent threesome and go through the process of legal adoption. A lawyer friend who was also a swinger could provide a complete new identity for the girl.
Now, as Sally finished soaping the girl's dainty feet, she was convinced Jenny would be the perfect answer-if only they could turn the girl on properly. Experience had taught the Bensons that a delicate mixture of pain and pleasure would do the trick-punishment and reward, until Jenny couldn't tell the difference, until she couldn't enjoy one without the other.
Sally stood up, her glittering eyes running over the blonde's satiny curved nakedness. It would be a matter of corruption and she'd begin by giving the virgin the most fantastic blow-job of her life, demanding all of Sally's artistry.
The dog and the vibrator would take care of the pain and humiliation, two very necessary ingredients.
"Well, you're clean right down to your cute little pussy," Sally joked.
Jenny's face reddened. If a boy had talked dirty to her she'd slap his face, but these were adults and she supposed they talked like that all the time.
"Now you're going to scrub me down," Sally told her, quickly stripping. At thirty-four the redhead had firm beautiful tits and voluptuous curves, and Jenny couldn't help staring at her naked body with admiration. Because her own body was still in the promising stage, the adolescent felt skinny, almost ugly in comparison.
Jenny got out of the tub, trembling with uneasy excitement as Sally rubbed her dry with a towel, aware that the older woman was pressing her ripe hot tits against hers, ashamed and yet in the grip of an eerie intoxication, a powerful stirring in her blood. Obediently she soaped Sally's back, then hesitated awkwardly.
"Go ahead, darling," Sally urged, "soap my breasts. Ahhhh, that's it, sweetheart, mmmm, the way you're tickling my nipples it just delicious!"
Jenny could feel her heart fluttering against her ribs. There was something wrong about the ritual-women never did this to each other, did they?-but it felt good. The warm velvety weight of Sally's tits in her fingers was kindling a wild heat in her loins. And there was something obscenely exciting about the way Sally spread her thighs wide to rest one long leg on the rim of the tub so that her pink cunt was exposed, peeping out from her thick reddish fringe.
"Why do they call it pussy?" Jenny suddenly blurted out.
Sally laughed and stroked her cheek. "Because, darling, it's all furry and soft like a kitten. And playful."
Jenny laughed, and Sally slapped her lightly on her naked ass-cheeks. "That's enough, Jenny. Now dry me down."
It felt funny-different, Jenny realized-to rub another woman's naked flesh, and her face flushed as she knelt to stroke at Sally's thighs with the towel. The fragrance of the redhead's cunt filled her nostrils like perfume and Jenny's fingers shook as she carefully dabbed at Sally's copper pussy-hairs. Slowly Sally's hands cupped her head, and she nudged her thighs close to Jenny's face.
Quickly, Jenny stood up. "Y-You're dry," she stammered. Why did she feel so hot and excited? It was the way she felt when she necked with boys, only more so.
"Okay, now we tuck you in bed, Jenny," Sally told her. Naked, they went through the adjoining door to the small bedroom Jenny would use. The heat from the fireplace in the living room had almost no effect on the bedroom and they both shivered. Jenny crawled in bed as Sally turned off the lamp.
"Now I've got to warm up before I freeze to death," Sally said, crawling in bed beside the girl. "Oooooh, it's cold, isn't it, darling? Here, snuggle up to me."
Awkwardly, Jenny snuggled close and a moment later Sally's hot tits were burrowing against hers as the woman wrapped her in a tight embrace. Jenny was breathing rapidly, dizzy with excitement as Sally twined a leg around hers so that their soft cunt-hairs pressed together.
"I feel so hot," Jenny whispered, shuddering as one of Sally's hands squeezed her budding tit. "Ooooh, God, Sally, don't-please, oh it's-"
Jenny gasped as the redhead rubbed her palm hard against her crotch, pressing down on her cunt. She was beginning to feel feverish, wildly excited in a way she never dreamed as Sally cupped her cunt and gently squeezed. Before she could protest further Sally's wet mouth was on hers and her burning tongue snaked into Jenny's mouth, searching.
Deep moans came from the teenager's throat as the fire in her loins began to kindle. Her cunt was so wet and hot now, pulsing eagerly, and Sally's huge tits were crushing her small ones as she showered passionate kisses on her cheeks, then her throat.
"My pussy is so hot!" Jenny sobbed, clutching Sally tightly. "What are you doing, Sally, why-"
Sally stared down at her with smoldering eyes.
"I'm going to eat your pussy, darling," she whispered, rubbing her crotch up and down on Jenny's to fire her excitement. "I'm going to suck your hot little cunt and you're going to love it, sweetheart."
"No, it's wrong!" Jenny whispered fiercely, but Sally's warm mouth had gone to one of her tits now and a wild thrill raced through her blood as Sally rammed most of her swollen breast into her mouth, whirling her tongue around the nipple to make Jenny gasp with pleasure.
A mad confusion of thoughts swirled through the virgin's mind-it had to be wrong but it felt tremendously exciting, she felt so hot, like she was burning up, and Sally's hands and mouth were doing wonderful things to her, sucking hotly on her nipples, squeezing her ass passionately, her hungry lips trailing down over her stomach now. Instinctively Jenny parted her thighs, shivering from head to toe, moaning louder as Sally's teasing mouth kissed the inside of each of her trembling thighs, and hovered over her aching cunt.
"Oh Sally," she gasped, "I'm burning up-do it to me, help me! Oh Lord, my pussy is-oooooh!"
For a long moment as Sally held her plump ass-cheeks in her hands, lifting the girl off the bed to nudge her cunt closer, she stared with feverish lust at the pink lips of her narrow pussy. It was a moment she always savored to the hilt, relishing the conquest, anticipating the first delicious dive, knowing she was going to give an impressionable young virgin the most shattering experience of her life, and now as the sobbing virgin writhed her ass impatiently and inched her pussy in a mute plea close to Sally's parted lips, the panting redhead pressed her open mouth squarely on Jenny's hot cunt and lashed out her tongue.
Jenny's soft scream rang throughout the cabin and it was quickly followed by violent moans as Sally burrowed deep into her juicy, hotly sucking cunt, her hunger voracious as the virgin fluid seeped into her mouth, fantastically delicious to her jaded taste, like pure nectar.
The girl's satiny thighs pressed wildly against her cheeks and Jenny's fingers had twined themselves into her hair, tugging as her excitement mounted, as Sally sucked her tender cunt with diabolical skill. Every minute or so Sally paused, blowing her breath into Jenny's frenzied little cunt for an added thrill, teasing her by nibbling at her swollen pink clit for a minute, then sucking on its sweet flesh fiercely to make her wail with joy.
"Oh Sally," the girl cried, "it's-oooooh! Wonderful! Oh wild, uuuuhhh, oh yessss, I love it, I love you-aaaaah!"
Jenny's soft naked body heaved in a delirium of lust as the breathtaking thrills raced through her exploding pussy, as the first orgasm of her life started its soaring eruption. She could feel Sally's fingers digging deeply into her ass to ram her thrilling mouth deeper into her tingling cunt, and Jenny sank her nails into Sally's shoulders like talons, wanting her tongue never to stop, jerking her ass to a frantic rhythm as the lust in her tender slit began to boil over.
Then a wonderful new sensation rippled through Jenny as the redhead suddenly dropped her mouth an inch and shoved her searing tongue deep into Jenny's thrilled asshole, wriggling it furiously for a minute before she went back to eagerly sucking the virgin's cunt. Jenny was sobbing crazy things, digging her heels into Sally's back and rubbing her own hot tits in her hands.
"Sally-darling-oh, oh, it's beautiful-I want to eat you too-yes, oh God, it's-aaaah!-I'll eat your cunt, Sally, I will, honest-mmmmm!"
In spite of her own wild excitement Sally was too immersed in the girl's succulent cunt, too addicted to the steaming trickle in her mouth, the feel of her fiery wet pussy writhing blissfully against her lips and tongue to care about her own orgasm just yet. She'd never eaten a cunt so delectable, so passionately responsive, and even the girl's asshole was brimming with sweetness against her searching tongue.
Sally always knew when her partner had started to cum, and at the precise moment that the blonde began to tear at Sally's hair and writhe her hot ass in frantic circles, the redhead calmly sat up.
"Oh Sally, no, no," Jenny cried, clawing at her shoulders, "don't stop, oh please, Sally!"
Mine, Sally thought, sitting up and devouring the sight of Jenny's plump tits and silken flesh, she's mine now. She would be a stunner when she grew up, a wild mink of a blonde, and Sally's sole purpose now was to possess the girl completely, to hook her on thrills so thoroughly Jenny would leap at the chance to live with them.
"Why did you stop?" Jenny wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh Sally, I'm so hot I could die!"
Sally sat astride Jenny's hips as she spoke. "Because, sweetheart, it'll feel that much more terrific when you cum, believe me. Let's fuck for a while, darling."
"Yes," Jenny said, shivering with excitement, still not comprehending in her daze. "Fuck me, Sally, please!"
Slowly, her heavy ass grinding sensuously on Jenny's bare thighs, Sally began to ride the panting virgin. The friction of their hot wet cunt-lips rubbing together brought whimpers of excitement from Jenny's throat but the soft thrills, in comparison to Sally's fantastic sucking earlier, only served to tantalize Jenny. Still, it was all the more exciting in some strange way because she could see the big-titted redhead in her full nakedness, her magnificent tits heaving as she jerked back and forth on her dripping cunt, her beautiful face contorted with obscene happiness.
And as she peered down Jenny could see their cunt-hairs grinding together, Sally's red bush crushed to her own golden nest, and the sight aroused the adolescent so feverishly she reached up and clutched Sally's lush tits in her fingers, squeezing their spongy heat with delight.
She was being fucked, Jenny thought with astonishment-and by a beautiful redheaded woman! Goaded by lust and curiosity, Jenny sat up and seized one of Sally's taut nipples in her mouth, sucking on it greedily, stroking the hot flesh of her tit with urgent fingers.
"Oh yes, baby," Sally whispered hoarsely as she rammed more of her tit into Jenny's eager mouth, jerking faster on her slippery cunt, "oh that's marvelous, mmmm, that lovely mouth! Oh Jenny, if you knew what that juicy cunt of yours tastes like-oh God, you're getting me really hot now!"
Spurred on by praise as well as her pent-up orgasm, the blonde girl was almost frantic to please. She hugged her face to Sally's swollen tits and undulated her hips wildly, aware that Sally's fingers holding her own ass were probing her tender asshole, tickling her before inserting a finger up the narrow channel. Jenny stiffened at the burning sensation, amazed that a writhing finger in her asshole could be so pleasurable.
With triumph blazing in her eyes, Sally burrowed the adolescent's face deeper into her heaving tits. She loved the silken feel of Jenny's naked ass in her hands, knowing the blonde was aroused to a tremendous pitch of excitement now, willing to do anything to please her. Sally disengaged the girl's fierce clutch from her waist and lay back on the bed with her knees drawn up.
"Eat me," she whispered. "Eat my cunt, little darling!"
Breathless, Jenny crouched between the redhead's fleshy thighs. The knowledge that she was doing something terribly forbidden and obscene intensified her excitement. She hesitated, gazing at Sally's pink, pulsating cunt, thinking how much like a mouth it was, fascinated by its slippery throbbing.
Then with a soft moan of lust the fifteen-year-old put her mouth on the shiny cunt-lips and kissed them hungrily. She kissed again, sucking this time, thrilled at the sticky texture and fragrance, clutching Sally's hot naked ass in her eager fingers, beginning to burrow into the woman's wet depths with her darting tongue.
Jenny slithered her tongue in a wide circle, licking the delicious stickiness from Sally's burning cunt-walls, her nose pressed to her coppery bush, her blood singing in her ears. She liked eating pussy, she realized, was beginning to crave it as she stung deeper and deeper with her tongue, as the hot stickiness spread onto her cheeks and Sally's groans of wild excitement rang in the bedroom.
"Ooooh, you little sweetheart!" Sally moaned, ramming Jenny's face deeper into her clasping slit. "Oh, darling, you're such a-eeeee!-lovely cunteater-aaaaah!"
Remembering how Sally had thrilled her, the blonde girl quickly found her partner's clitoris and began sucking ravenously. She felt a surge of pride when Sally responded by passionately squirming her hot ass beneath the assault and jerking her drenched cunt savagely against Jenny's mouth, and as more of her sweet pussy-juice trickled into the girl's mouth she strove even harder. She rammed her finger inside Sally's tight asshole, savoring the new experience with delight.
But just as Sally's heaving body began to shudder in wild spasms the redhead quickly sat up, leaned down and tugged at Jenny's thigh. At first Jenny didn't understand.
"Get on top of me!" Sally said urgently. "Come on, darling, we'll suck each other off-hurry!"
Eagerly Jenny reversed her body on top of her teacher, so that her mouth hovered over Sally's waiting cunt and her plump ass-cheeks crouched over the redhead's face. Feverishly, Sally seized Jenny's hips and pulled them down, and in an instant her tongue snaked deep into the girl's virgin cunt, probing like a fiery sword.
Screaming softly in her throat as her waiting orgasm began to erupt once more, Jenny crushed her face to Sally's hot pussy and sucked in a fever of lust, her tits digging hard into Sally's belly, her young body tossing in a frenzy of newly awakened passion.
Now both of them rocked and shuddered as they came together, Jenny's wildly sucking mouth sparking a tremendously exciting orgasm in Sally's feverish cunt while the blonde girl felt her heart would burst with bliss from Sally's darting tongue.
At her tender age Jenny couldn't begin to imagine sex was anything like this, and it never occurred to the girl she'd been cunningly seduced and awakened by an expert. The hot stinging sensations in her writhing pussy surpassed anything she'd ever dreamed of, and for a minute she thought she would faint from pure joy as Sally's mouth sucked and lashed and ravaged her frenzied cunt. Spasm after spasm of ecstasy raced through her trembling young body until Jenny feared she would lose her mind if she didn't stop cumming.
Beneath her, Sally sucked at her tender hot pussy with merciless hunger, unable to get enough of the virgin's delicious cum, wanting to savor the tight throbbing slit forever, immersed in the fantastically enjoyable feel of Jenny's plump hot ass swinging wildly in her hands, the girl's satiny thighs crushing her cheeks.
And beneath Jenny's sweet mouth Sally shook from the most spine-tingling orgasm of her life. The virgin's greedy little mouth was trying to suck her dry, her hot tongue everywhere, on her clit, ramming deep into her pussy, darting up her asshole, exploring in a fury of lust.
At last they began to subside. In a daze Jenny felt herself being gently pushed off and she made a loud cry of protest. She didn't want to stop-she loved it-but Sally was firm, heaving for breath.
"Oh darling," Sally groaned, rubbing Jenny's silken ass, "your hot little mouth is maddening! But I adore you...."
"I like it," Jenny whispered, shivering. "Oh Sally, it was wonderful! I thought I'd die if I didn't stop cumming!"
A magnificent turn-on, Sally thought, and it would be a shame if she didn't survive what was coming, but that part was necessary too, very necessary. You could turn a cherry on if you had the extensive experience and skilled mouth, but you had to corrupt her to the very core to make her a slave.
Sally sat up on the bed, wiping her cheeks with her hands, then licking the fragrant cunt-juice from them with relish. Jenny simply sat there, hugging her luscious tits and looking completely dazed. It would take a while, overnight at least, for the girl to really understand what had happened.
By that time it would be too late. She would be hooked on pain as well as pleasure, eager for every bizarre new experience in the vast realm of lust.
If Sally gauged her right. If not, if the girl was too sensitive or fragile, then what was coming could destroy her sanity. I For a minute Sally caught her breath, drinking in Jenny's tawny curves, realizing she would be a striking beauty in a few more years. God, she was the ideal answer, the lush embodiment of everything the Bensons had ever craved in a permanent triangle! Young and tender enough to train, perfect for orgies, and-more important-for occasional exchanges.
It was the custom in the Bensons' swinging set to trade girls off for weekends and there was an exquisite black girl of fourteen that both Sally and Dennis hungered for, a sexy, long-legged beauty that made their mouths water. The girl had already been legally adopted by another swinging couple, but they were willing to trade off for the right girl.
And there was no doubt in Sally's mind now-or in her tingling cunt-that Jenny was the right girl.
Suddenly Jenny's hand flew to her mouth and her glazed eyes widened with a mixture of fear and surprise.
Sally looked over her shoulder and saw her husband standing in the doorway to the bedroom. He'd been waiting just outside the door for his cue, ail end to the thrashing and moaning of their sixty-nine session. What startled Jenny wasn't his nakedness so much as the size of his rigid prick. To a cherry of Jerry's age it would look like a battering ram, Sally thought with amusement.
"He won't hurt you, darling," Sally reassured Jenny, hugging her. "And you've never been fucked by a man before, and someone has to take your cherry."
"I'm-I'm scared," Jenny whimpered, her wide eyes not straying from Dennis' throbbing prick. "Don't let him do it to me, Sally-please?"
"Oh but you'll love it, sweetheart," Sally murmured, stroking the blonde's silky hot tits. "You'll do it for me, won't you, Jenny?"
Jenny turned her huge eyes to Sally. She was terrified-how could he get that enormous cock inside her when she was so small?-but Sally had thrilled her so much, had been so good to her that her pussy still tingled and glowed with bliss. She couldn't refuse the beautiful redhead, not after what they'd done together. It was like a marvelous secret joy in Jenny's young mind, and besides, she didn't dare refuse Sally because maybe she'd be so angry she wouldn't have another torrid session. And the memory of that first breathtaking orgasm would never leave Jenny.
"All right," she whispered. "If you want me to, Sally."
Smiling, Dennis stepped up to the edge of the bed, his pulsing prick angled toward Jenny's face.
"Suck on it, Jenny," he said. "Put your sweet mouth on it and suck, honey."
Jenny balked, staring at his cock in revulsion and awe. She'd never seen an actual prick before, only pictures of them, and it seemed clumsy and ugly in comparison to Sally's beautiful pussy, not soft and kissable and dainty. His balls were huge too, one of them hanging lower than the other, and at the head of his cock the knob shone crimson.
"Kiss his cock," Sally ordered Jenny, pushing her forcefully toward it. "Lick it!"
Shivering with fear, Jenny timidly obeyed Sally. She thrust her mouth forward and stuck out her tongue and licked the red knob of his prick. It tasted very funny, she decided, unlike anything else but not as horrible as she expected.
"Suck it!" Dennis said in a harsh voice.
The blonde girl shifted her ass-cheeks forward on the bed and put her lips around the head of his cock, making a face of distaste as she slid her lips back and forth on the powerfully throbbing meat. Something hot and salty trickled into her mouth and she started to gag, but he quickly gripped her head in his hands so she couldn't escape and shoved more of his stiff cock into her mouth. Tentatively, Jenny put one fist around the base of his prick, and a sharp surge of excitement shot through her. His cock pounded in her fingers, hot and meaty, so different from a woman's cunt.
She made tiny crooning sounds in her throat as she fell to her knees and began jerking her fingers on his prick while she sucked harder, acutely aware of his strong maleness which was such a stark contrast to Sally's dainty cunt-smell. It wasn't bad at all-just different.
And Sally had begun to caress Jenny's tits while she kissed and sucked her husband's fleshy cock, the redhead sitting on the edge of the bed behind her, teasing her nipples, whispering terribly obscene-and yet very exciting-things in her ear:
"Oh, that's marvelous, Jenny, you're a born cocksucker, darling, did you know that? And you eat pussy like an artist too. You were born for this, baby, born to suck and fuck with that gorgeous little mouth, and we both love you for it. Now kiss his balls, sweetheart-that's it!"
Urged on by Sally's caressing voice and her loving fingers on her swollen tits, Jenny lifted Dennis' cock up and reached beneath to lick at his hairy balls, her excitement beginning to spiral intensely. Sally was getting her terribly hot again, and the way she said awful things in that husky beautiful voice made it all seem right somehow, like being born to suck and fuck was a marvelous gift of nature.
At fifteen, Jenny was totally ignorant about the psychology of suggestion, but the Bensons were expert practitioners.
And Jenny was beginning to love the taste of a hot prick in her eager mouth, its throbbing power and fleshiness, the tantalizing taste of tiny boiling drops seeping into her mouth, his groans of pleasure as he began jerking forward to ram his cock deeper each time she slid her lips forward on his meat, all these vivid little details of her first sexual act with a man were imprinting themselves deeply into her innocent mind.
Those salty droplets seeping into her throat were just tiny nibbles of his cum, Jenny realized as she moaned and sucked with excitement, and now she wanted all of it gushing into her mouth. With his prick almost all the way out of her small mouth Jenny lashed her tongue up and down against his knob and jerked the shaft in her fist to make him grunt.
"Oh Christ, she's a beautiful cocksucker-oh, yes, Jenny, ah, God I'm getting worked up!"
Now Sally was kneeling behind the girl on the floor, wrapping her arms around her and grinding her hot cunt to Jenny's naked ass, spurring her lust, and the adolescent was getting feverish.
"Born to suck and fuck, my little sweetheart," Sally whispered in her ear as she stroked Jenny's aching pussy. "You love us both, you want to do this every night, don't you?"
Jenny made an eager sound in her throat, fervently wishing his big cock would explode now, would make her gag with his boiling cum and then maybe Sally would eat her cunt again and give her another glorious hot orgasm, because Sally's huge warm tits digging into her back and her teasing fingers on Jenny's throbbing cunt were arousing her madly.
And then, just as she thought Dennis' surging cock would spurt in her mouth he stepped back, his chest heaving.
"Time to fuck," he panted. "On your stomach on the bed, Jenny, knees under you."
Trembling wildly, Jenny got onto the bed and drew her knees up under her with her tawny ass weaving in the air. She knew it would hurt awfully but she didn't care. The pulsing ache in her hot cunt was growing urgent and she wanted him to shove his big cock in all the way.
He was mounting her from behind now and Jenny braced her small naked body as the burning head of his cock brushed her wet cunt-lips. His hands clutched her hips to hold her firmly and now Jenny realized Sally's fingers were on her pussy with thrilling strokes, and Jenny peered beneath her open thighs to see the redhead spreading her cunt-juice along the length of her husband's prick.
"You can-fuck me now," Jenny whispered, craving Sally's approval and proud of her own boldness. "Fuck me!"
"I'm about to do that, baby," Dennis said, and a moment later the most excruciating bolt of pain Jenny had ever suffered in her life shot through her tight cunt. For a paralyzing moment Jenny feared her pussy had been split wide open.
"N-N-NO!" she shrieked. "Oh-God, s-stop!"
"Kee-rist, she's-ungh!-tight!" Dennis gasped.
He jerked his cock halfway out. It was covered with blood, and Sally quickly wiped some on her fingers and brought the blood to her lips, licking it with obscene relish.
Then Dennis lunged deeply again and this time Jenny lost consciousness for a moment as the searing pain tore through her tender cunt. The cries of protest were frozen on her lips as he slammed into her again and again, his big burning cock-head tearing deeper into her agonized pussy, her silken flesh racked with his cruel thrusts.
"This will help, darling," Sally murmured beside her, and through her tears Jenny watched the voluptuous redhead sit on the bed facing her with her back against the headboard.
Sally parted her thighs wide and slid down a few inches so that her glistening cunt was inches from Jenny's small mouth. And in spite of the ruthless pain, the girl buried her mouth with a hungry whimper into Sally's steaming cunt, licking furiously, the anguish in her pussy almost forgotten as the strange delicious taste of Sally's hot cunt filled her mouth.
After a minute Jenny realized the massive prick gorging her pussy was shooting faint thrills through her as it lunged powerfully back and forth, that her cunt had stretched to accommodate his thick cock and it was becoming wild and exciting. Cautiously she began to jerk her ass, and it was definitely easier as he fucked her, the friction was sparking violent thrills in her quivering cunt like nothing she'd ever experienced before.
"Jeez, that's a-whewwww-luscious little cunt, baby, keep working it-aaaah!" Dennis groaned, clenching his teeth to keep from cumming.
Christ, she was a juicy piece! Her ass was beginning to grind in wild little circles now, and as the pressure of her tight pussy shifted from one side of his cock to the other it was all he could do to keep from bursting his load.
She'd suddenly flexed the walls of her cunt with electrifying pressure and for a long moment Dennis fought the urge to slip his cock out of juicy hot slit and slam it into her tiny asshole. Her ass was so satiny and cute and hot he barely conquered the urge but reminded himself there would be plenty of time for that later.
"Suck, little darling," groaned Sally, reaching down to cup and squeeze Jenny's plump tits as she slapped her throbbing pussy harder to the girl's mouth. Jenny was getting good now, really learning as she paused now and then to slither her tongue up Sally's asshole before she went back to greedily sucking Sally's clit. The redhead hugged Jenny's face to her crotch lovingly, seeing in her mind's eye an endless procession of nights with the lovely blonde, a perpetual orgy of sucking and fucking and teasing and games, a chain of wild lustful adventures.
If she could survive the night ahead.
Jenny was oblivious to the Bensons' hopes for her, oblivious to everything but the wonderful hot feeling of a man's thick cock stroking in and out of her pulsating cunt, creating blissful new waves of ecstasy in her tender slit. It still hurt but even that was beautiful in her lust-inspired mind, and the simultaneous thrills of eating Sally's pussy while being fucked by her husband battered Jenny's senses with an orgy of pleasure.
Jenny Donovan had discovered the fantastic world of sex.
"Cumming, sweetheart!" Sally gasped above her, and with a muffled squeal in her throat Jenny sucked at the redhead's burning cunt with ravenous delight, wriggling her mouth furiously from side to side to get as much of Sally's sticky fluid on her cheeks as possible.
"I'm cumming too!" panted Dennis behind her, and it seemed to the adolescent that every nerve in her flesh was blazing with rapture as she lurched her hips back violently to clasp as much of his cock in her frantically sucking cunt as she could, moaning happily as his cum spattered deep inside her.
The dual sensations of being flooded with cum in both her mouth and her pussy, her lips burrowing as her cunt gripped Dennis' gushing prick, her ass shuddering fiercely, left a shattering impression on Jenny.
Sucking and fucking, the words spun in her mind crazily, she was doing both with two beautiful people! Only when Dennis slipped out his deflated prick and Sally gently pulled her greedy lips from her cunt did Jenny slowly come back to reality. She rolled over on the bed, her ripe young tits heaving for breath, her tongue darting out to lick at Sally's cunt-juice soaking her lips.
"Are you all right?" Sally asked with concern as she stared down at the blonde. The wild look in the girl's eyes might have been far worse than temporary shock.
A strange smile flitted across Jenny's mouth. "Oh Sally, it was too much, it was ... can't you tell?"
"A born switch-hitter," Dennis murmured. "A dream come true."
Jenny watched as Sally knelt between her spread thighs and lasciviously began licking the virgin blood caked on her flesh, and with a soft moan Jenny cupped Sally's head close to her trembling cunt.
"Do it again," she whispered. "Eat me, Sally."
"Jesus," Dennis muttered in surprise, "what did you do to light her fire-the usual?"
"The usual," Sally said, sitting up, "it's just that she has a very passionate nature, don't you, sweetheart?"
Jenny's eyes swept over to Dennis' long limp cock.
"It still looks ugly," she said, "but it feels so good! But I'm tired all of a sudden."
"Sedation?" Dennis said in a low voice to Sally.
Sally chewed her lip, debating with herself. They really ought to give Jenny a couple of nembutal to knock her out for a while, before remorse might set in. She knew from experience that Jenny was still hot and primed, but once that faded she would begin to feel an overwhelming guilt and shame, horror perhaps, over what she'd done. At her age any delayed reaction was possible. But she decided against that for two reasons: First, the blonde was so exhausted from her first orgy she'd quickly fall into a deep sleep anyway, and secondly, and more important, she didn't want Jenny half-drugged for the coming ordeal.
This was to be a crash-course in depravity and she mustn't have time to think things over, or be half-asleep during the most excruciating part.
"No," Sally replied positively. "She's okay. Let her get some rest."
"Yes," Jenny sighed, her eyelids fluttering, "I'm awfully tired. But I liked it, all of it-honest, Sally."
Sally embraced her tenderly, kissing each dainty nipple on her budding tits in turn. "You go to sleep, darling, and when you wake up we'll have a wonderful surprise for you."
"Surprise?" Jenny repeated, yawning.
"Sleep, baby," Sally said, and Jenny was faintly aware that they were leaving the room, could barely hear the door shut.
Sleep didn't come at once, though. The swiftness and violence of her initiation into sex was too vivid and profound for that. How could it be so wrong if it was so terrifically exciting? The glands in her young body still hummed powerfully, reverberating from their first awakening, but even that soft glow was disappearing now. Oh God, if her sister Sheila ever found out about this! What Sheila had done was nothing compared to Jenny's behavior tonight.
The conflict of shame and excitement still wasn't resolved as Jenny fell into an exhausted sleep, aware only that her cunt was terribly sore and a delicious perfumed taste clung to her lips....
Then something was pulling powerfully at Jenny, slowly awakening her from the void of unconsciousness. At first she thought she was dreaming, because someone was caressing her body with long loving strokes, sensuous fingers rubbing wetness on her warm tits and back, sliding down to gently knead her ass, and she was getting terribly hot all over again.
Jenny opened her eyes very slowly, a delicious smile of anticipation on her mouth.
"Sally?" she whispered. "Is that you?"
"Yes, darling, it's me. You've slept for two hours, sweetheart. It's time for your surprise."
Jenny blinked her eyes, starting to roll over on her back. Something was holding her wrists-and ankles. Startled, she looked up.
She was tied down with rope, spreadeagled on her stomach on the bed. A faint terror began to creep through her blood.
"Sally? Why am I tied down?"
"Because, angel," Sally murmured, spreading more oily wetness onto Jenny's naked ass, "you might not go along with us for what's coming. But it's for the best, Jenny. We know what's best for you."
There was a soft snarling sound and Jenny craned her neck around, seeing the giant Doberman through sleep-filled eyes. The dog was straining fiercely at his leash, and the leash was held by Dennis, who was naked again.
"But-I don't understand," Jenny quavered. Tears filled her eyes and the terror in her mind made her tremble from head to toe. "Why are you doing this, Sally-what are you rubbing on my body?"
"Baby oil, darling, to make you all hot and slippery so you can fuck better, so we can enjoy your beautiful body more, too."
There was a faint mocking tone in Sally's voice that chilled the bound girl's blood.
"You see, angel," Sally continued, rubbing oil into the crevice of Jenny's lush ass to make her shiver with excitement in spite of her fear, "what you've experienced so far is just a faint idea of what sex is all about. We want to show you things, exciting things that most adults don't even know about. Now doesn't this feel delicious?"
Sally was spreading oil onto Jenny's silken inner thighs and it did feel wonderfully sensual, especially when the redhead brushed her finger over her clitoris and all the way up along the crack of her ass.
"But why am I tied down?" Jenny insisted, sniffling with fright. "And why do you have to have the dog to guard me?"
"Oh he's not here to guard you, angel. Look at him."
Jenny twisted her head around and a new shiver of terror raced through her body like wildfire. The enormous black dog's prick was hovering beneath it, long and crimson and shining, and its burning eyes bored into Jenny's helplessly bound body as drool gathered on its huge jaws.
"Oh God NO!" Jenny screamed, and she began to struggle in a frenzy against the ropes, twisting and heaving her naked body in spasms of raw fear.
"Now just calm down, sweetheart," Sally crooned, squeezing her ass-cheeks, "he's very well-trained. You haven't really been fucked until he's had you. And in the meantime, here's another surprise...."
Her heart hammering with fear Jenny jerked her head. At first she didn't understand the thing Sally held in her hand, but it looked like one of those vibrators she'd seen pictured in magazine ads. Only this was monstrous, nearly a foot long, bright red with tiny rounded spikes all over it and warped too, curved upward like an immense eager prick!
"You can't!" Jenny cried, her naked flesh beginning to shake violently. "Oh, Sally you can't stick that thing in me-you'll kill me!"
Smiling, Sally pushed a switch on the vibrator's bottom and it hummed to life, quivering in her hand.
"It won't hurt you, Jenny-not after a while anyway," Sally said soothingly. "In fact, sweetheart, the only danger here is that you might get hooked on it. Now which would you prefer first-the Doberman or the dildo?"
Jenny closed her eyes tightly, feeling weak from horror. Her sobs mingled with the dog's low growling and the electronic hum of the vibrator, but to the helpless fifteen-year-old it was all a maddening obscene roar, a nightmare. She felt a shattering sensation in her mind and wondered in terror if her sanity was cracking.
"Sheila!" she wailed. "Oh God, Sheila!"
The next thing that happened to her made her faint.
CHAPTER FIVE
"But it's only ten o'clock at night," Sheila argued. "We can at least start looking for her tonight."
For a minute Eddie didn't say anything as he careened the Ford around a curve on the freeway entering San Francisco. The lights glittering above them were sparkling clear, and after the smog of Los Angeles it was like entering another world. Eddie Johnson liked San Francisco because it always brought past pleasure to mind. Every once in a while a case would take him up here, and he never failed to score in the loose, freewheeling city. There were two hazards in San Francisco: alcohol, and eager, frustrated girls. Eddie enjoyed them both, to the maximum extent.
"It'll be hopeless," he told Jenny's sister. "Everyone parties here at night. Most women can't even find their own husbands at night, much less their sisters. I say let's wait until morning and start fresh."
Sheila bit her lip anxiously, wondering if she ought to argue further. Just a few moments before she had the terrible feeling Jenny was in danger somewhere and she could almost hear Jenny's voice crying out her name. The lush-bodied brunette suspected the actual reason the investigator wanted to wait until morning was that he was impatient to get her in bed, and that much was obvious from the way he glanced at her frequently, his eyes devouring her ripely curved tits and long legs.
"Just for an hour," Sheila begged. "Please, Eddie?"
He glanced at her and his prick stiffened harder in his pants. It was hard to resist her when she pleaded like that, but he knew an hour's search would be a waste of time, especially on a Friday night in Frisco. And that was simply one more hour he could spend working on that statuesque body.
"No," he said harshly. "We start in the morning."
Sheila sighed and looked out the car window with unseeing eyes. Where would Jenny sleep tonight? Suppose she'd hitchhiked and had gotten picked up by a fast-talking pimp or some drug-crazed hippies? There were worse fates than those but Sheila dared not think about them. The thing that bothered most though, that gnawed at her conscience, was her own undeniable guilt. At Jenny's sensitive age, what she'd seen that night between Sheila and the gigantic, brutal black man might have been the trigger of rebellion, and what better way to get vengeance on Sheila than to fling her own behavior back in her face by imitating it or even surpassing it?
Furious, it was possible her little sister might go out and pick up the biggest black she could find and provoke him into a savage rape.
Her tortured imagination was running rampant by the time Eddie had pulled into the driveway of a motel near the bay. She waited in the car as he went in and registered. When he came out he suggested they go out for a quick dinner.
"No," Sheila murmured. "I can't eat, not while Jenny's missing. But if you want to pick up a bottle...."
She knew it was the only way she'd be able to sleep tonight. She'd just have to knock herself out with alcohol-and sex, she remembered.
"I've got one in the trunk," Eddie said, pulling the car in front of a room. "I always carry one for emergencies."
As Eddie got a full bottle of Scotch out of the trunk of his LTD he decided he could do without dinner himself. The brunette's superb tits and legs were outlined in the glow of the motel door-light, and at that moment she looked like all the feast he needed. He opened the door, switched on the light and got ice from the refrigerator.
"Make mine a double, please," she told Eddie, sitting on the bed with her beautiful legs crossed. He handed her her drink and sat in an armchair across from her, sipping his own triple, unable to keep his eyes off her figure.
"I have a feeling something is terribly wrong with Jenny," Sheila finally said between gulps of her drink.
"Worrying won't help," Eddie countered. "Nine times out of ten they run home scared after a few days with nothing worse to show for it than a healthy appetite."
"And the tenth time?" she asked, her eyes fearful.
Eddie shrugged, not wanting to give a long dissertation on what makes prostitutes, lesbians, junkies and just plain weirdos out of runaway adolescents. Besides, he was getting extremely horny just watching her shift her plumply curved hips on the bed. He glanced at his watch.
"If we're going to get an early start in the morning, I'd suggest we get to bed early," he said.
She nodded quickly, avoiding his eyes. "Yes, you're right." She finished her drink in one gulp and held her glass out. "Refill it straight, please. I'll take it in the shower with me."
Eddie raised his eyebrows but poured three inches of Scotch into her glass without comment. Still dressed, she went into the bathroom and shut the door.
Eddie stripped to the waist and sat in the chair with another Scotch, feeling his cock throb impatiently. He heard the shower go on, gulped at his drink and mentally willed her to hurry....
Under the hot spray, Sheila stroked soap on her naked tits, deliberately letting her fingers linger with trembling excitement. Her mental resistance to the idea of surrendering her body to another stranger was quickly crumbling. Eddie was good-looking and there was some quality about him that she really liked, a defiance in his eyes, a "fuck you" expression for the world that melted temporarily when he looked at her. It couldn't possibly be as savage and animalistic as it was with that black brute.
Sheila's hands went down to her velvety thighs now, her heart beating fast at the thought of kneeling and humbly sucking Eddie's long cock. She knew it was long because she'd seen the outline of his swollen prick in his pants a number of times that day when he'd stared at her so hungrily she'd felt a hot response in her loins.
And whatever else the cruel black had done to her, he'd released a deep excitement, an urgent need in her blood that she knew was going to be a constant problem. She couldn't be content to drift through life any more with a rare and tedious fuck. She was going to have to be fucked very often and very thoroughly, and even now in the shower a hot pulsing ache had begun to radiate outward from her wet cunt to every inch of her flesh at the thought.
After drying herself down with urgent fingers, Sheila slipped her dress on over her naked body and went back into the other room.
Eddie was nervous pacing the floor. He paused to rake his eyes over her stunning curves, gulped the rest of his drink and said, "I'll be out in fiveminutes."
When the bathroom door shut Sheila switched off the lamp, stripped out of her dress and lay on top of the bed, running her fingers lightly over her velvety tits, already squirming her ass in small circles with impatience. She was getting terrifically hot again, her soft flesh aching with desire, her hot cunt beginning to seep its fluid, her nipples tingling wildly. The softly panting brunette knew intuitively that it was only her natural buried passion making up for lost time, demanding its due, but that didn't help her to control herself as her fingers trailed down over her hot belly and gently, blissfully rubbed her clit. She sucked in her breath as she spread her juice around her cunt-lips, raising her knees to slide a finger into her burning pussy, arching her back and gasping with excitement.
Slowly and sinuously, Sheila began fingerfucking herself, listening intently to the shower, stroking into her trembling hot cunt with long lascivious strokes that sent delicious ripples through her pussy, marveling at the sensitivity of her cunt after its battering the night before.
Stifling her moans, the hotly aroused brunette raised her knees higher and arched her back sharply as she plunged two fingers into her tight pussy, fervently praying Eddie would hurry, would appease not only the searing ache in her loins but would fuck her everywhere, between her panting tits, in her mouth, up her ass, and those images in her mind spurred her to masturbate faster and deeper, until she was eagerly thrashing on the bed and biting her lips savagely to keep from crying.
The shower suddenly went off.
With a stab of guilt Sheila urgently slid her wet fingers out of her throbbing cunt and lay back on the bed with her legs widely parted. She felt as if her skin was blazing as she waited, knowing she didn't have the nerve to ask him but praying he would make up for what she'd missed all these years, that he would fuck her between her big soft tits and cum on them so she could spread his jism all over them, that he would shoot his burning load into her mouth, that he would fuck her in the shower and on the floor and in the chair....
The bathroom door opened and, unable to control herself, Sheila stood up in front of the bed, catching her breath when she saw his long stiff cock outlined in the light before he switched it off. He was not towering and massive like the black man had been, but lean and muscular, with curly black hairs on his chest and a mass of it above his prick.
Eddie started toward her in the darkened bedroom and the wildly eager brunette stepped up to meet him, twining her arms around him and kissing him on the mouth, moaning as his thick cock crushed against her belly with throbbing heat.
For a few seconds she showered frantic little bites on his mouth and her fingers hefted his cock with lewd strokes, her urgency startling him.
"Oh Eddie, I don't want you to think I'm just a whore," she whispered, squeezing his cock gently, "it's just that I'm so hot right now-I haven't had much of a sex life until last night and I want to try everything! Please sit on the bed...."
"You've come to the right party," he replied hoarsely. He sat on the edge of the bed and Sheila knelt between his knees, rubbing the length of his hot cock in both her palms, shivering with anticipation. Then she angled his prick up high and reached beneath to kiss each of his fuzzy balls in turn, vibrating the tip of her moist tongue against their fuzzy surface to make him groan. Next she planted kisses on every inch of the hard flesh of his cock all the way up to the swollen head while his hands reached out to cup and squeeze her huge tits.
Impatient now, Sheila seized the head of his dick in her hot lips and rammed most of its length into her wet mouth until the knob battered her throat, and she gagged. Again she thrilled to the feeling of rigid throbbing meat inflaming her mouth, the helpless sensation of almost choking on sheer male power, and as she cupped his balls in her hands, massaging, she began sucking to a slow, wanton rhythm, cooing sounds of pleasure coming from her throat.
Once the frustrated brunette had heard one of the girls in her office use the word "cocksucker", and she thought it was the most vile expression imaginable. Now she understood the full impact of the word and she loved it. Sheila began to experiment with lascivious delight on Eddie's hot prick, wriggling her wet tongue around the knob each time she drew back to make him grunt with surprise, sucking fiercely on the thick meat one minute and then teasing Eddie with slow loving kisses the next, pausing as his cock swelled and hardened in her mouth to press it in the valley of her burning tits and crush the silky mounds to it.
Her cunt began to trickle its honeyed juice, but Sheila ignored her lust, determined to please Eddie, nestling her nose deep in his crotch to suck on his swollen balls, hearing his gasps with pride.
Eddie's gasps were as much of surprise as pleasure. She claimed she hadn't had much of a sex life but from the way she was ravenously devouring his prick with all those wild artistic little frills he was practically ready to cum. Her hot silky mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, on his balls sucking fervently, licking the head of his cock with frantic delight, trying to coax his load with passionate hot sucks that were driving him crazy. Either she was a great liar or a natural cocksucker.
"Oh baby, that's great," Eddie groaned as she sucked to a furious rhythm now, "but listen-oooof!-I'm gonna cum if you don't-wow!-ease up."
The next moment Eddie decided that was exactly what he wanted to do. He was so aroused now he'd cum in three seconds if he started fucking her, so he clasped her thick hair in his hands and began jerking faster into her mouth, and at once the frenzied brunette was jerking her fist on his wildly surging prick as she sucked deliriously, muffled screams of bliss coming from her throat.
Sheila was panting furiously as his throbbing meat rammed deeper and harder into her hotly sucking mouth, as it surged violently in her fist. She was almost crazy with anxiety to taste and swallow his cum, and when it came in great boiling gushes to spatter her throat she pushed him back onto the bed, moaning with uncontrollable lust as she gulped it greedily down, draining him urgently with her jerking fingers and savagely sucking mouth. The thick burning fountain was delicious beyond description to her, stinging her insides as she gobbled it rapidly, saving some of the pungent stickiness in her mouth to roll it around with wanton joy.
Long after Eddie's cock had dwindled in her lips Sheila sucked eagerly, not wanting to miss one delicious drop. Finally she released him with a lingering final suck and blissfully hugged the limp cock to her cheek.
"Oh Eddie," she whispered, "I loved it! I never did that before! Oh darling, I'm sorry if you wanted to save it for fucking me ... I mean, I just couldn't control myself-I had to have it!"
Eddie sat up, panting. "That's okay, Sheila. To tell you the truth, it's the wildest blow-job I've ever had-hell, I couldn't control myself either."
If her cunt was half as hot and eager as her mouth, Eddie knew he was in for another surprise. "Get up here on the bed," he told her.
Quickly, Sheila obeyed, wondering how he was going to appease the wild aching in her pussy, hoping he would finger-fuck her. The idea excited her feverishly. It never occurred to her he might do anything else at the moment, or that the black man had omitted any thrills in his brutal assault the night before.
Eddie felt amused as he leaned down and began teasing her huge silken tits in his fingers. Saving his load? What did she think he was, an invalid? Already his prick was beginning to pulsate as he started kissing her beautiful tits, biting the nipples gently and squeezing their burning flesh in his hands. She was moaning loudly and crushing his head down on them now, undulating her hips anxiously on the bed.
Eddie's mouth slid down over her softly rounded belly and Sheila suddenly realized what was coming. She eagerly parted her thighs and drew her knees up, trembling like a leaf in a storm. He was going to eat her! She had no idea what it would be like, just a passionate curiosity as his mouth drew closer to her throbbing wet cunt, as his strong hands gripped her weaving ass tightly. Now he was teasing her with his tongue, licking the very fringes of her waiting cunt-lips, his breath hot on her trembling pussy.
A moment later a startled cry came from the stunned brunette as his long tongue darted into her tender cunt and a fierce thrill shot up her pussy.
"Oh my God!" she cried. Then another shattering thrill and another as Eddie began sucking and licking her searing cuntal flesh with relish, leaving Sheila dazed with excitement.
"Eddie-it's-it's fantastic! Ooooh, darling, darling, I'll lose my mind!"
Moaning in a frenzy of new pleasure, Sheila locked her long legs around his back and sank her nails into his shoulders, lunging her fiery pussy wildly up into his face, thrashing her head from side to side with breathless joy.
"Oh, Eddie, I'll-unnnngh!-cum! Oh Lord, I never dreamed-aaaaagh! Don't stop! Oooooh!"
Her pussy was like honeyed fire as it writhed happily beneath his expert mouth, and Eddie realized his prick was straining fiercely again, eager to test the tight silken cunt. Eddie couldn't recall all the pussies he'd eaten since he'd begun fucking girls at fourteen, but he had to admit the brunette's was one of the wildest, a hot delicious animal slapping up to meet his lapping tongue, a fragrant slit of lust that sucked right back at him with boiling passion.
"Eddie-I'm cumming-cummmmmmmmming! Darling, darling, suck me faster, faster-aaaaaagh!"
Sheila lifted her frantic ass high in the air and wriggled it hysterically as the orgasm exploded in her cunt, blazing through her voluptuous body in breathtaking ripples, and she prayed that Eddie's hungry sucking and beautiful tongue would never stop as another thrilling wave of violent joy followed, and another.
"Fuck me, darling, oh fuck me now, I need your hot prick!" she sobbed, tugging at his armpits.
Eddie climbed up on top of her, his hard cock surging. Quickly she clutched it and guided it in with wanton gasps, letting out a long wail as it gorged her hot wet pussy. There was no pain this time, just sheer delight as the hard mass pierced her and throbbed and began to stroke like a magnificent precision fucking machine.
And effortlessly as Eddie lunged, he leaned down to suck on her tits, tonguing each nipple in turn to make Sheila cry, slamming into her clasping cunt with relentless strokes that made her naked body thrash violently with lust.
"Never-I've never been fucked like this, darling Eddie!" Sheila moaned, locking her legs around his waist and rubbing his hard ass in her furious fingers, shuddering again as another orgasm began.
"Neither have I," Eddie panted, gritting his teeth as her silken wet cunt gripped and squirmed and shot intense thrills through his cock. It was true, he realized; he'd found the fantastically wild pussy he'd only fantasized about through scores of fucking sessions with eager panting women, and everything about the lush brunette, from her velvety hot tits burrowing into his chest to the passionate mouth that had just given him his wildest blow-job, from her long beautiful legs locked fervently around his waist to her gorgeous hot ass swinging madly in his hands, everything about her turned him on like a shot of crackling electricity.
Eddie had found his pace now, his urgency taken care of by her eager mouth, and he fucked her to a sensuous tempo, plummeting his long prick deep into her juicy cunt with delicious pleasure, able to hold back his load by deliberately concentrating on something else each time her hotly sucking pussy threatened to trigger his cum.
"Eddie, Eddie," she panted, clawing his back, "why are you so-aaaaah, oh Jesus, I'll faint-why are you so good to me? Eddie, I love to-ooooh!-fuck you, darling, I'll do anything you say, I love you! Oh dear God I'm cumming again!"
The brunette was crying steadily beneath him now, pulling at his hair and gyrating her hips in wide circles, telling him she was crazy about him, wanted to do this every day and every night with him, couldn't get enough of his beautiful prick. He could still hold back his load but he was beginning to tire.
When he pulled his stiff cock out of her cunt she screamed softly and begged him never to stop.
"I'm not," Eddie reassured her. "Sit up on top of me and you fuck me for a while until I catch my breath, Sheila."
He lay back and she eagerly sat astride his hips, hissing with lewd rapture as she lowered her searing wet cunt down on his upright cock, stroking up and down with wide undulations of her hips, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Casually Eddie played with her tits as his stamina recovered. Each time she slid all the way down she gasped, squirming her cUnt feverishly and sobbing his name like a prayer.
Most women thought he let them cum again and again out of tender consideration, but Eddie laughed at the idea. The simple fact was he liked to prolong his own pleasure and had gotten used to fucking for at least an hour a day, sometimes two. This one had absolutely gorgeous tits that were just begging to be fucked sooner or later, huge, proud and hot in his fingers. And her ass was built for just one purpose, too. She'd reached behind her to squeeze his balls gently now and Eddie knew he couldn't hold out any longer, that her deliciously tight cunt was coaxing him too urgently.
Sheila sensed it too. She fell forward and rammed her tongue into his mouth and began jerking her wet cunt up and down on him rapidly, her pussy-flesh so hot and wild Eddie groaned deeply and released his control.
For a full sixty seconds his cock spurted into her joyously clasping cunt while she ground her swollen tits into his chest and filled the room with soft wanton screams.
Eddie let the violently trembling brunette sob on top of him for a while before he gently pushed her off.
"Jesus," was all he could mutter.
"Eddie," she whispered, snuggling close to him, "I'm crazy about you, honestly. I'll never have it like that again with anyone but you, T know it. You're my dream ... fuck, come true."
He laughed. "You're not bad yourself, Sheila." He decided to find out the source of her guilt toward her little sister, suspecting it was linked with sex.
"All right, out with it now," he said in a hard voice. "Why did your sister run away? I want the truth, all of it."
When he spoke like that to her, Sheila would do anything for him now, and she began to tell him in a low muffled voice about the black stranger, how Jenny had caught her, how the brutal man had raped her ass and forced her to blow him, where the hundred dollars she'd given Eddie had come from. She told him every sordid detail, too relaxed and happy and unaware to realize she'd touched a cord of icy contempt in him. When she'd finished, Eddie sat up in bed and groped for a cigarette in the dark. After he lit it, his voice was cold and harsh:
"Jesus Christ," he said with disgust, "and I thought you had class, that you were someone special. You pick up a man in a bar, an obvious creep, take him home to where your little sister is, and for a hundred bucks let him treat you like a two-bit whore. Your kid sister sees it all and runs away and now you cry on my shoulder?"
Sheila felt a sudden wave of misery and fear. "Eddie, it wasn't exactly like that, I needed money desperately-"
"Crap!" he exploded. "Lots of women need money but they don't sell their asses to every sadist that comes along, they don't sell their asses period.
She could feel his cold eyes boring down on her in the darkness and she shivered with shame and self-contempt.
"You're nothing but a whore," he said savagely, "using your financial condition as an excuse. If you really had any pride or class you'd have moved to a cheap rooming house or taken a job as a clerk in a department store. When I was a cop in L.A. I met hundreds of hookers, and not one of them had any pride or class. They were goddamn tramps from the core up, but at least they couldn't help themselves because they were strung out on junk or stupidity or a rough home life. You've got no excuse, lady. And no self-respect."
He smoked the rest of his cigarette in cold silence, his back to her.
"Eddie," she whispered miserably, "if you'll just forgive me...."
He put out his cigarette, furious. His experiences as a cop had left him cold and unrelenting where hookers were concerned. Eddie didn't have any moral ax to grind, he simply held any woman who would sell her cunt in contempt. And he thought the ravishing brunette had quality! She wasn't a pro but the cop in him still scorned her, while Eddie himself knew she was the perfect fuck, and this conflict began to bother him deeply.
The fact was, she wasn't even touching him now, was a good two feet away on the bed and his prick was beginning to rise again from the mere presence of her hot silken body, the knowledge that her electrifying cunt was so close. What she'd done was dumb, but he really ought to allow her one blunder. While one part of Eddie melted, the other was icy and unforgiving. Christ, she was such a magnificent piece of ass too-the mere heat of her naked body was enough to make his cock throb urgently again, ready for another torrid piece. But in his mind she was already classified as a whore.
While Eddie wrestled with desire and disdain, Sheila lay trembling and alone, wondering what to do. She was crazy about him, she realized, and whether it was strictly sex-crazy or not she didn't care. Even as she wallowed in shame and self-contempt she hungered for his beautiful cock, for another round of wild fucking. But he was so distant and untouchable, so tough and hard.
"Eddie," she finally murmured, "maybe I am what you say. But if I have to be a prostitute, I'll gladly ... do it just for you." Her voice trailed to a whisper. "I'll do anything you say, turn over all the money to you if you'll just love me once in a while ... I'll hook for you, Eddie, not because I want to be a whore but just because I ... need you."
"Let me sleep!" he snapped. Christ, he was just about to forgive her and climb on for another fantastic piece when she came up with that line! What the hell did she think he was, a pimp? With his back to her, he shut off the anger and conflict in his mind and went to sleep, still tormented by his surging hard-on.
Long after Eddie was asleep, Sheila tossed in bed, frantic with worry. She hadn't even thought of Jenny in her long blissful session of fucking, not once, but now anxiety tore at her nerves. Was her little sister still a virgin? Suppose they never found her! And what about herself? How was she going to pick up the fragments of her life? Eddie hadn't just fucked her, he'd practically enslaved her to his wild mouth and thrilling prick. God, she thought she would die with joy when he'd eaten her cunt like that, and that was only the beginning. The whole episode now seemed like one long endless orgasm, and just thinking about it made her cunt tingle fiercely, made her want to nestle her mouth down to his cock and suck him off in his sleep.
She'd do anything, no matter how degrading, to go through this every night. But it was hopeless now. He was such a stubborn bastard!
Timidly, the horny brunette snuggled her ripe tits and damp pussy-hairs against him, praying he would fuck her just once more before he left her.
Sheila Donovan know intuitively that beneath all the pretense and coy games women everywhere played, all any of them really wanted out of life was a thorough, passionate fucking.
The rest of it was just hot air.
CHAPTER SIX
Jenny didn't know how long she'd been unconscious-it couldn't have been more than a few seconds but now she was aware again of the shattering mass in her tender cunt, of Sally's loving fingers stroking the hot flesh of her naked ass. Briefly the blonde struggled once more but the ropes on her wrists and ankles that kept her spreadeagled on her stomach were tight.
The wave of terror that made Jenny faint "flooded her helpless body once more with suffocating power.
"Sally!" she cried. "It-hurts-please, please!"
Sally was too intent on easing the enormous spiked vibrator up the girl's lovely young cunt to care. The lust-inspired redhead watched, fascinated, as she rammed another inch of the monstrous humming device into Jenny's pink wet pussy-flesh, loving the way Jenny's beautiful naked ass squirmed in terror, reaching down to kiss it with lewd pleasure.
"Easy, dammit!" Dennis Benson snapped at the huge Doberman. The dog snarled and jerked violently at its leash as its eyes burned on Jenny's plump wriggling ass, and Dennis could understand its fierce impatience. His own cock was hovering urgently, the blood pounding in it as he watched the adolescent's beautiful oiled nakedness writhing and panting on the bed liked a trapped animal.
"Can't you speed it up a little?" Dennis asked his wife. "This dumb dog is about to cum all over himself. So am I, for that matter."
Sally ignored them, crouching deeper beneath Jenny's outspread thighs, rubbing the girl's plump ass with one hand while the other began to gently fuck the blonde with the huge prick-shaped device. She was using only four or five inches of it but already Jenny's moans of terror were a little softer and she seemed to be holding her breath now.
Unable to resist the temptation, Sally ran her tongue along the crack of Jenny's silken ass-cheeks and plunged it into her asshole, licking deep. Jenny flexed her cheeks wildly in response. The little vixen loved to get her asshole licked, Sally thought, damn near as much as she loved to get her hot little pussy eaten. To Sally's lascivious tongue they both tasted delicious. Now the trapped blonde was wriggling her ass in sharp tiny jerks as Sally plummeted the spiked vibrator deeper, and Jenny had begun to cry loudly.
"Don't hurt her too much," Dennis warned.
Sally shot him a look of contempt. "She's not hurting that much, you fool. If you had a cunt and had this thing shoved up it for a few minutes, you'd marry it!"
Jenny bit the pillow beneath her face frantically as the rounded spikes tickled her pussy-flesh with maddening thrills. The pain had given way to nerve-shattering bliss as the immense dildo began to fuck her deeper and harder, its steady vibration tingling her rammed cunt with unbearable sensations.
"More!" Jenny moaned, raising her head and craning her neck so that her wild eyes could watch Sally. "Stick it-aaaah!-stick it deeper! Oooooh God, fuck me!"
The blonde squirmed her hot cunt on the dildo in a frenzy as Sally shoved another inch of the device into her burning pussy. Jenny shuddered violently, quickly growing delirious with raw lust as Sally twisted and turned the vibrator in her aching cunt, as the rounded spikes titillated every inch of Jenny's tender flesh.
"Crazy!" Jenny gasped, thrashing her hips furiously. "It's-unnnnngh!-driving me c-crazy! Faster, Sally-eeee!-oh dear God, I love it! Fuck me with all of it!"
With a diabolical grin, Sally deliberately slowed down, reverting to long teasing strokes that brought muffled screams of frustration from the helpless girl. From experience Sally knew she couldn't cum this way, knew how maddening a slow fuck with the vibrator could be. The girl was close to insanity now from sheer excitement, getting Sally tremendously hot as the girl's pink cunt wriggled hysterically on the bright-red monster. Moaning, the redhead leaned down and lavished savage little bites on Jenny's writhing ass, ramming her finger into Jenny's tight burning asshole to bring a shriek of wanton delight from her.
Then Sally abruptly jerked out the vibrator.
"Fuck me!" Jenny screamed. "Someone fuck me before I lose my mind! Fuck me, hurt me-hurry!"
Sally's eyes glittered with obscene triumph as she watched the crazed adolescent jerk her hips in a violent plea. She craved to eat her pussy now and she knew Dennis could barely contain himself as he watched the girl's tawny, oiled body thrash frantically on the bed. But the dog came first; they had to stick to their training schedule.
"Hot prick!" Jenny panted deliriously. "Give me a hot prick ... going crazy!"
Sally placed the vibrator aside. It never failed, and Sally wondered why Nature, in her supposed infinite wisdom, hadn't designed men's pricks with huge spikes on them so that every part of a woman's hot cunt could be stimulated simultaneously. Looking down at the hysterical girl on the bed, Sally had her answer: Women would have to be kept in mental institutions or they'd spend most of their time raping men.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Jenny was wailing in a chant, her lovely young face contorted with lust.
Sally untied her ankles. "Draw your knees up under you!" she ordered Jenny, and the girl instantly obeyed, her luscious ass high in the air, her little pink cunt exposed.
"Let him go," Sally told her husband as she sat on the edge of the bed for a ringside seat.
Dennis unhooked the leash, and with a deep growl the gigantic Doberman sprang onto the bed, digging his forepaws into Jenny's back. For a few seconds he lunged his great crimson prick clumsily, almost ramming Jenny's asshole. Then, its huge jaws drooling, it found her tender cunt and drove in with a savage thrust.
Jenny's scream of horror was a bloodcurdling shock that rang in the cabin with ghostly echoes.
It took her lust-crazed mind a few seconds to understand that it was the dog's huge paws that were digging into her back, that the painfully long brutal cock thrusting rapidly in and out of her eager cunt was the Doberman's! Horror and shame overwhelmed the fifteen-year-old, and the more she wriggled to escape, the wilder the great dog's excitement soared until it was thrusting its haunches furiously and its crimson prick stung Jenny's cunt in rapid-fire bursts.
But nothing could overpower the fierce desire in Jenny's frenziedly sucking pussy for a burning cock, and her lust quickly took control. She jerked her slippery ass back to meet each of the dog's violent strokes, grinding sharply up as its balls slapped her naked ass, no longer caring about anything except appeasing her feverish excitement. She shimmied and undulated her cunt beneath the massive dog's fucking, so maddened by the vibrator she urged the dog on.
"Fuck me! Ooooh, your prick is-unnngh! Good! Fuck me, dog! So fast-aaaaagh!-he's no beautiful!"
The Bensons watched their dog ravage Jenny with fascination, listening to her rave with pleasure. Sally had trained the Doberman personally, first by masturbating him until he was dangerously primed, then by exposing her cunt to him until he learned to associate the sight and smell of it with sexual reward. It was his speed that made him so exciting to fuck, Sally soon found out, the fantastic friction he created with his breathlessly rapid stroking.
And he was even more fun to watch, Sally thought, especially when he fucked the sensitive cunt of a beautiful young girl like Jenny.
It was easy to hook an innocent like Jenny on the Doberman. Before coming into the bedroom Sally had worked up the dog with her fist and had then put a cream on his erect cock to desensitize it, so that he couldn't cum for a while. With each urgent thrust the animal grew more frantic and excited-and so did Jenny, judging from her lewd moans and her deliriously squirming ass which jerked up and down in spasms of bliss.
"Gonna cum!" Jenny sobbed as the Doberman's purple cock pistoned into her drenched young cunt to a shattering rhythm. "Come on, dog-unnngh!-you cum too!"
Watching her sensuous body and lovely ass shudder, Dennis felt his own urgency leaping in his prick. He couldn't simply shove the dog aside-that was suicide. He climbed onto the head of the bed to face the girl, spreading his legs wide. He guided his pulsing cock toward Jenny's mouth and clutched her short hair in his hand, jerking her head up.
"Suck my prick!" he commanded harshly.
A moment later he realized he was wasting his breath. The wild-eyed blonde needed no coaxing as she seized his cock in her mouth with a violent moan and tried to swallow it whole, sinking her teeth gently into his meat to catch him by surprise. All the while she writhed her cunt in a fever of lust on the Doberman's pumping cock, desperately trying to make it cum. Her mouth was almost as tight and luscious as her passionate little cunt, Dennis thought as she greedily sucked him deep into her burning lips, wriggling her head from side to side and up and down in violent jerks to make him groan at the unexpected thrills.
The custom-designed vibrator had aroused Jenny to the wildest pitch of excitement she'd ever known, and she was in the grip of an uncontrollable frenzy as she fucked the great dog with eager lunges of her plump naked ass, as his long prick sent breathtaking thrills through her feverishly sucking cunt.
The strong smell of the animal filled her nostrils like an aphrodisiac but in her maddened state she didn't-couldn't-feel any shame or shock over the act. Her burning mind had only one purpose: To appease the fury in her fiercely excited pussy, to put out the fire that blazed in her trembling cunt, and at that moment it didn't matter who or what accomplished it. She was being fucked, savagely, lustfully, relentlessly, and that was all that mattered.
The throbbing prick in her mouth was only a diversion, but she wanted it to cum too, gagged again and again as she greedily slammed its burning head deep into her throat, watching the thick meat slide in and out of her eager mouth with fascination, sucking it with wanton, voracious delight.
Sitting on the edge of the bed next to the helpless blonde, Sally drank in every detail with wild excitement. The Doberman was emitting low growls of lust as he fucked Jenny at an incredible pace, his shining cock almost a blur as it stroked into her pink wet flesh, as the adolescent undulated her naked ass to a violent tempo of joy.
Panting, the redhead reached down on the floor and picked up the vibrator, switching it on. For a moment she almost surrendered to the temptation. You could get hooked on it like a drug, she knew, because the shattering thrills its spiked surface triggered made ordinary pricks a poor substitute, so that you could end up fucking the vibrator two and three times a day to the exclusion of everything else until you were shacked up with it permanently.
But Sally was aware too that the urgent pulsing in her hot cunt was becoming unbearable and that both her husband and the dog were totally immersed in the beautiful girl trapped on the bed. Spreading her thighs the redhead lewdly began to masturbate, two fingers driving deep into her aching pussy, hot thrills beginning to race through her cunt in waves of pleasure.
Her smoldering eyes strayed to Jenny's helpless ass, obscenely beautiful as it shimmied and wriggled, and Sally brought the humming vibrator close to the tiny puckered asshole, just above the Doberman's stroking cock. Ramming a third excited finger into her own trickling cunt, Sally pressed the knob of the immense vibrator to Jenny's exposed asshole-and then thrust it in with brutal force.
The blonde's ass froze in midair and a second later a horrified muffled scream filled the cabin. Its thickness wedged so tightly into Jenny's asshole, Sally was unable to stroke it in or out so she gave the vibrator a sudden twist that sparked a new scream of agony. Now Sally began to finger-fuck herself with wanton abandon, twisting and rotating the enormous prick inside Jenny's ass to watch her shudder in anguish, reaching down to kiss and bite the girl's succulent ass-flesh with bizarre pleasure.
Jenny was certain she was either going to die or lose her mind at this new torture, at this incredible ripping pressure in her tiny asshole, but any attempt to wrench free of it was not only futile but excited the great dog further so that its paws dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her back and his long prick stroked faster and hotter.
The feverish girl had been in the middle of an intense orgasm when Sally rammed her naked ass with the monstrous dildo, and her ravenously sucking hot cunt had been just about to coax the dog's ejaculation, while her greedy mouth was on the verge of making Dennis' prick spurt. But now the white-hot sheet of pain in her asshole obscured everything else.
"Keep sucking!" Dennis told her, crushing her head down to his crotch, angry because her passionate mouth just about had him cumming when she suddenly stopped.
After a few seconds, Jenny's tender asshole seemed to stretch to accommodate the spiked invader, and cautiously she began meeting the Doberman's furious fucking strokes with timid jerks of her ass. She resumed her tight hot sucking on Dennis' swollen rod in her mouth too, faintly aware that her intense pain was beginning to fuse with her lust, that all her sensations were merging into one vivid experience. She was being fucked in her mouth, her ass and her cunt all at the same time by a man, his wife and their dog, and while her dazed mind couldn't grasp this fully, her raw lust overwhelmed everything else, even her shock.
Even the searing pain in her asshole was beginning to feel good! she realized faintly. She was starting to enjoy the bolts of anguish rippling through her bowels each time Sally twisted the spiked monster, beginning to confuse them with the stinging thrills in her cunt as the dog fucked her savagely and the lewd exciting mass of Dennis' hot prick in her mouth began to quiver.
Then the dog was snarling louder and jerking into her pussy faster, and deep moans came from Jenny's throat as his burning cum began to spurt, first in a few teasing drops, then in a torrent of boiling gushes that flooded her eager clasping cunt, that tickled and thrilled her pussy-walls with lewd bliss.
The cock in her mouth was beginning to cum too, Jenny realized excitedly, and she sucked on the spurting meat with feverish passion until Dennis grunted and jerked his hips up powerfully to meet her hungry lips. Her mouth was suddenly flooded with hot cum, and Jenny swallowed it in great gulps, quivering from head to toe as both her throat and pussy were inundated with burning jism, flooded with delicious hot cum.
"Boy, what a fantastic little cocksucker," Dennis groaned, slipping his deflated cock from her mouth and stroking her head. For a long moment the Doberman spasmed inside the dazed girl's cunt and then jerked his dangling red prick out and leaped off the bed, growling with pleasure.
Now only Sally remained to torture her.
The redhead still watched closely as she twisted the vibrator inside Jenny's tiny asshole, seeing if she could ram just one more inch in while she continued finger-fucking herself with deep hard strokes, squirming her hot cunt-flesh lewdly on her own fingers.
She could see the dog's cum oozing out of Jenny's pink wet cunt, and with eager excitement Sally crawled on her back between the blonde's trembling thighs, forcing the girl's naked ass down by tugging on the vibrator so that Jenny's pussy-flesh crushed down onto her waiting mouth.
Panting with lust, Sally began to suck Jenny's soaked hot cunt, licking up the tangy cum, all the while masturbating to a frantic rhythm, jerking sharply up to meet her own darting fingers, still turning the vibrator inside Jenny's brutally impaled asshole.
"Can't!" Jenny was gasping, shuddering madly on Sally's hotly sucking mouth. "Can't-oooooh!-stop cumming! No, no! God, going-aaaaagh! Crazy!"
Intent only on her own enjoyment, the big-titted redhead ignored Jenny's state of shock. She began sucking the blonde's hot clit with frenzied motions of her lips and tongue, her entire body shuddering up to meet her fucking fingers as they rammed into her cunt, her nose buried in Jenny's fragrant cunt-hairs, feeling the girl's pussy-juice ooze onto her face with obscene delight.
Sitting in a chair to watch his wife rape the helpless girl orally, Dennis heard the Doberman snarl and looked down to see his shining cock stiffening. Quickly, he leashed the dog and tied him to the chair. The girl was crazed with excitement already, and besides, why in the hell should he spoil Sally's dog? The goddamn beast got as much pussy as he did, Dennis thought bitterly.
Jenny's loud screams brought him back to the bed where the blonde's beautiful ass was quivering madly as Sally ate her cunt with ravenous laps of her long tongue, hunched beneath Jenny's thighs as she masturbated in a frenzy, her knees raised up and her big ass off the bed.
And with one hand Sally still jerked and twisted the huge vibrator piercing Jenny's asshole so that Dennis wasn't sure the girl was shrieking with lust or agony. Either way, it didn't really matter: When Sally worked a girl over-especially a cherry-she was never the same again.
At her impressionable age, Jenny could go either way now-a raving, insatiable switch-hitter or a frigid, terrified mass of nerves, a mindless casualty.
"Yesssss!" Jenny was wailing now, grinding her cunt savagely down on Sally's mouth. "Eat me, eat it, can't-oooooh, Jesus-stop cummmmmming! My cunt-my cunt-eeeeeeee!"
Wave after wave of flesh-racking bliss, of raw torture from unbearable pain and thrills were exploding in Jenny's pussy and ass now as Sally sucked with ruthless hunger at her tormented cunt, as Jenny squeezed her asshole fiercely on the giant dildo in her lust-crazed excitement. The pain was beautiful, she thought feverishly. Her asshole was being torn apart and she loved it, loved Sally's cruel mouth devouring her pussy with stinging sucks and lashes, wanted to be fucked again by the dog, by anyone, by anything! She couldn't stop cumming and her mind was going as her flesh screamed.
Beneath her Sally shuddered as her fingers rammed into her own searing cunt like a piledriver, and she was cumming too, sucking Jenny's delicious hot pussy with deep stinging sucks and swallowing her juice with depraved relish, releasing the vibrator so she could thrust two fingers into Jenny's squirming cunt and then rub their stickiness on her own tits, suffocating with the heat of Jenny's cunt and her own lust....
Finally with a long shaking sigh, Sally crawled out from beneath Jenny's thighs and withdrew her fingers from her own glowing slit. The girl was still gasping and twitching as Sally gripped the humming vibrator and tried to pull it out gently.
Jenny's scream cut through the cabin like a knife, and then she collapsed on the bed, deep whimpers issuing from her throat. Tenderly, Sally leaned down and licked the blood from Jenny's asshole, letting it mingle in her mouth with the girl's cum.
She crawled next to Jenny and embraced her soft oiled body. "That wasn't so awful, darling, was it?"
"Fuck me," Jenny babbled, her eyes gleaming madly, "fuck me, fuck me all night, don't stop ever...."
Frowning, Sally looked at her husband. "Trouble," she murmured. "Why don't you take the dog and get lost, darling?"
Dennis stood up reluctantly. He didn't like it; the girl's eyes were mad, insane, he thought, glittering with a light that chilled his blood.
"Are you sure you can handle it? We'd better sedate her."
"Leave it to me," Sally said firmly. "And get the hell away, now."
With a shrug, Dennis took the dog's leash. It balked, its massive jaws drooling as it watched Jenny trembling on the bed. Dennis jerked the leash savagely and for a moment it bared its fangs and snarled at him, then followed him out of the room with frequent backward looks.
Sally talked in a soothing voice as she untied Jenny's wrists.
"Now listen, sweetheart, you'll be all right in a few hours, I promise you. You've got to calm down a little, that's all, you're still hot. Would you like a glass of wine or a pill to make you sleep, darling?"
Jenny smiled up at her sweetly. "Eat me," she said. "Eat me and fuck me, Sally. I'll eat you, honey, oh God, will I eat you!"
Jesus, thought Sally. She hoped it wasn't permanent. She lay on the bed and took Jenny in her arms, shivering with fresh desire as the girl's plump oiled tits and hot thighs pressed to hers. She kissed her gently on the lips, then nudged her down so Jenny's face was nestled in her huge tits, her voice purring:
"No more sex for a while, sweetheart. You've got to pull yourself together. You need a good night's sleep, and a few days' rest from any sort of sex, that's all. Now listen carefully, Jenny."
She was in a state of severe shock and exhaustion, Sally knew, but physically she would recover quickly at her age. She was also in such a state that anything Sally said to her now would have tremendous effect on her. Sometimes the effect was delayed; the girl might even forget everything she said, but that didn't matter. The seeds Sally planted now would go directly to her subconscious, would take their devastating toll sooner or later. Naked and helpless, Jenny trembled in her arms, whimpering.
"Listen very carefully, darling," Sally said huskily. "We love you, Dennis and I, and we want you to come live with us. In fact we want to adopt you, darling-do you understand what I'm saying?"
Jenny looked up at her with wide eyes and a soft smile.
"Adopt me? Like parents?"
"Yes, Jenny, just like parents, and it will all be legal. Would you like that?"
"Will we fuck and suck every night?" Jenny asked., her huge eyes burning into Sally's. "Will you eat my pussy every single night?"
"If you like," Sally said, "but we mustn't overdo it, darling. Tonight was sort of, well, a test to see how you responded."
"Did I do all right?" Jenny asked eagerly. "Did I, Sally? I cried but it hurt then, something terrible."
"You did beautifully," Sally assured her, stroking her hair, then running a hand ever one of her satiny hot tits to make Jenny moan. "Just beautifully. Now listen: If you come to live with us, we'll give you a new identity, a new name, and you mustn't ever go home. Understand?"
"I don't want to go home," Jenny whispered, hugging Sally, her tongue darting out lewdly to lick at Sally's big nipple. "I want to fuck and suck, Sally."
My God, Sally thought anxiously, suppose she didn't recover! Maybe they had been a little rough on her, considering she was a cherry, no more than fourteen or fifteen.
"How old are you, for real, Jenny?" she asked.
"Fifteen. And my parents are dead-I live with my sister, Sheila. Sheila...."
A look of horror crossed Jenny's face, and Sally spoke rapidly, squeezing Jenny's ass lovingly in her fingers.
"Never mind her, darling. Here's what we'll do if you come to live with us: We'll buy you a whole new wardrobe, anything you want, Jenny, the latest, sexiest styles just for you. The sky is the limit, darling, because we're rich. And you'll have your own allowance-a hundred dollars a week to spend on anything you like. How's that?"
"A hundred dollars a week?" Jenny whispered in disbelief. "You're kidding!"
"No, I'm serious, angel. We live in a huge beautiful house with our own swimming pool, and there'll be lots of parties and glamorous people, and girls your own age, adopted just like you. You'll love them, Jenny, because they're beautiful like you too. And we'll get you your own car, a bright-red sports car-how's that, Jenny?"
Jenny stared up at her in awe. "Are you putting me on, Sally?"
"No," Sally replied solemnly, tracing the girl's satiny ass-crack with her finger, hoping the internal bleeding had stopped. It usually wasn't serious. "Your own wardrobe, your own allowance, your own car, parties, and grass-lots of grass and things to keep you high and happy. You won't have to go to school, either, Jenny. Just party, all you want, every night if you like sweetheart. Now doesn't that sound like a dream come true?"
"I've never had grass," Jenny murmured, her lips hot against Sally's burning tits, her pussy squirming against the redhead's sensuously. "Sheila says it's dangerous."
"Never mind Sheila," Sally said in a harsh voice. "You'll like marijuana, Jenny, it makes you high and horny. It makes sex a lot more fun. Now tonight when you go to sleep, I want you to try and picture all that, everything you're going to have in your new life with us-parties, clothes, your own allowance, your own car, lots of girlfriends your age-and boyfriends if you want too."
"And sex," Jenny giggled. "Lots of sucking and fucking, Sally, right?"
Sally bit her lip, concerned. "Yes, lots of that too-but only when we tell you and only with whom we tell you. Understand?"
"Can I eat other girls' pussies too, Sally? Will you get jealous if I do that?"
"Not if you let me watch," Sally laughed, wondering whether the dazed adolescent was comprehending any of this. Jenny was yawning now, beginning to drift. Time to let her sleep on it.
"You think about it for a while before you go to sleep," Sally told her, kissing her passionately on the mouth. "You dream about it all night long-all right, sweetheart?"
"All night long," Jenny echoed. "But I'm still hot, Sally. Can we go down on each other like we did before-just once before I go to sleep? Please?"
"No," Sally told her firmly. "You're going to sleep now. You've got to have a few days' rest before you have sex again, Jenny. That's very important. Sally knows best."
"Okay, Sally. My own car, all the clothes I want?"
"And lots of spending money," Sally told her, patting her affectionately on her lovely ass before she got off the bed. The redhead covered her with a blanket. Jenny's eyelids were fluttering with exhaustion, and for a minute Sally stared down at her dazed, innocent face.
They couldn't have gotten luckier, she thought. A fifteen-year-old cherry with no parents, only a sister who didn't matter, with a face like an angel, a plump, silky little body that could arouse you in seconds, hot budding tits that were sheer heaven to suck and squeeze, a cunt so juicy and luscious Sally would refuse to brush her teeth so the taste would linger in her mouth all night, and a passionate little ass that tasted like honey....
Sally got the vibrator from the floor beside the bed. She mustn't leave it, in case Jenny woke up still feverish with lust. The redhead would allow no rivals, least of all a massive plastic prick with its own motor. Sally hefted it in her hand, wondering if she ought to get rid of the damn thing. It had already driven Jenny to the brink of madness, fulfilling its purpose with a vengeance. Sally decided to keep it-there were other charming little innocents with pussies like wet fire who might cross her path someday.
Besides, she liked an occasional fling herself.
The huge-titted redhead switched off the lamp and tiptoed out of the room.
The moment the door closed Jenny's eyelids flew open. She'd been drowsy, not really asleep, too excited to sleep. Her excitement had begun fading though, giving way to a deep confusion. For one thing, her asshole hurt horribly, in spite of the soft hot glow in her pussy. And everything had happened so fast in one night, like an insane lurching ride on a runaway roller-coaster. Vivid images began to flash in her whirling mind, shocking pictures.
Was that really a dog that fucked her? It seemed like a dream now, a hazy nightmare now that her lust had subsided to a soft steady ache in her loins. She couldn't understand how she'd gotten so hot, so excited, but Jenny, clearly remembered begging the huge dog to fuck her, to hurt her. And all the while she'd been sucking on the man's enormous cock. Her mind began to reel as Jenny tossed in bed, feeling more disturbed than ever.
The man had cum in her mouth, his sticky jism making her gag-she remembered that. And the fierce dog had cum in her pussy too, at the same time. And Sally tortured her cruelly, shoving that immense ugly red thing up her asshole until she was certain she'd die from pain.
Jenny sat up in bed, trembling. Oh Lord, if Sheila knew about this! What her big sister had done was saintly compared to the depraved things Jenny had done in the last few hours. Sheila had fucked a black man, true, but she'd done it for money, for Jenny.
Jenny had fucked a dog. And a woman. And her husband. And, clearly remembering now, Jenny began to cry.
"Sheila," Jenny sobbed softly. She suddenly yearned desperately for the safety and comfort of her big sister, for the genuine warmth of Sheila.
Jenny suddenly felt cold and terrified, and like a very helpless fifteen-year-old girl. There was no excitement now, just raw fear quivering in her stomach.
The hot lust that Sally had cunningly generated in the adolescent had vanished completely now, along with the effects of the champagne. A deep overpowering shame flooded Jenny. The inevitable remorse had set in.
She'd fucked a dog, she realized with horror, and she'd had a wild depraved orgy with a married couple! She'd lost her precious virginity, not to a handsome boy she liked, but to a strange couple who'd forced her to do horrible things, things she actually enjoyed.
Only one thought obsessed the terrified fifteen-year-old now-to escape the Bensons, to flee from their sadism and torture and their ugly savage dog, to somehow get back to Sheila and safety.
Hot tears of shame in her eyes, Jenny crept out of bed, shivering as she slipped on her clothes in the darkness. The cabin was very quiet. Softly, Jenny opened her bedroom door-and froze in terror.
The Doberman lay in front of her door, its eyes burning on her. It stood up with a low growl and Jenny felt faint when she saw its long red prick dangling out of its sheath. The dog began to move toward her and she slammed the door quickly, trembling.
Her bedroom was in the rear of the cabin, with a small window facing the woods. Shaking with fear, Jenny opened the window and climbed through it, dropping as quietly as she could on the cold ground.
Then she began to run blindly through the woods, crashing into overhanging branches, hearing the dog barking furiously in the cabin behind her....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sheila woke up, not sure where she was for a moment as she blinked her eyes and looked around the motel room. The sun shone through the drapes on the window and she felt panic as she looked at the bed beside her. Then her heart began to slow again as she heard the shower turn on. Eddie was furious with her, she remembered, but he wouldn't run off and leave her, not while Jenny was missing.
Sheila rarely smoked, but now she sat up in bed and lit one of Eddie's cigarettes from the bedside table. She'd been a damn fool to spill everything to Eddie last night, but he'd been so sweet until then, so good to her sexually she couldn't repress a wild shiver, just remembering. He wasn't really a bastard, she decided, just tough and self-righteous. That would be the cop in him.
Sheila smoked in rapid nervous puffs, trying to decide what to do. She could simply forget about Eddie, an impossibility after that torrid hour of fucking last night. She could try to reason with him but she knew she'd never penetrate that hard stubborn wall with logic. Or she could try to break that wall down by melting it. Sheila stared down at her ripe, lushly curved tits and soft belly, remembering Eddie's wild groans of pleasure.
She stubbed out the cigarette, knowing one thing for certain: She wasn't going to get him by sitting here and wishing. She could be tough and aggressive too.
Naked, she got out of bed and padded to the bathroom, opening the door and stepping inside. She opened the shower curtain. Eddie was soaping down his chest. He paused just long enough to dart a look of contempt at her and then continued as if she wasn't there.
Without a word, Sheila stepped inside the shower with him. In the crowded space it was impossible not to have some body contact, but Eddie was still ignoring her. She grabbed the soap from his hand and knelt down under the hot spray and stroked suds on his long cock. It stiffened immediately in her soft fingers and Sheila grasped the big red knob in her lips and snaked her hot tongue around his rigid meat, feeling it leap in her mouth.
For a minute she teased him with slow lingering sucks, gently jerking her fist on the base of his throbbing prick, feeling her own passion rising to make her cunt hotly pulse.
Eddie could ignore her all he wanted but his cock couldn't, the aroused brunette thought. His swollen prick filling her mouth was doing all the talking for him.
She released his prick and stood up, putting her arms around his shoulders and burrowing her hot wet tits into her hard chest. She slithered her tongue between his lips, undulating her cunt eagerly against his cock and his hands quickly went to her ass, stroking and squeezing their big soft cheeks.
The feel of her big-breasted silky wet body fired Eddie up to a tremendous excitement in a matter of seconds. How could he keep his cool exterior when she nibbled on his prick so lovingly and then rammed those gorgeous hot tits into his chest?
She stepped back a foot and Eddie lathered soap on her panting breasts, fondling the glossy white mounds and squeezing the taut nipples between his fingers, reminding himself he had to fuck her luscious tits soon, knowing instinctively she'd love that. Every inch of the statuesque brunette was built for just one thing, especially her beautiful ass....
"Turn around and put your hands on the wall," Eddie told her hoarsely.
"Are you going to frisk me too?" Sheila grinned, turning and putting her palms on the tile wall. She spread her legs and stuck her satiny ass-cheeks out and Eddie began to soap them down, his prick surging eagerly.
"Eddie," she whispered, "you can do anything you want with me, darling. Anything!"
He continued squeezing and stroking her silky ass, and Sheila reached behind her to grasp his swollen cock. She placed the head of his rod against her tiny asshole, knowing it was exactly what he craved.
"Fuck me there, Eddie," she moaned eagerly, "fuck me in the ass, darling!"
Eddie plunged forward in a violent thrust and the tall brunette cried out once as his long thick prick tore into her asshole. Then she was squirming wildly on it, grinding her hot ass-cheeks back to swallow his meat to the hilt, until her naked ass was gyrating eagerly against his bush.
For a minute Eddie kept his throbbing prick still, sucking his breath in at the burning tightness of her asshole, letting her squeeze it with soft moans of excitement. He reached around to cup her heavy warm tits in his hands, groaning as she suddenly squirmed her ass in a wide circle.
Sheila loved the burning-poker sensation in her impaled ass, loved the exciting pain each time she wriggled on his cock and tiny bolts of bliss shot through her bowels.
"Fuck me, Eddie!" she urged. "Shove your beautiful-ooooh!-prick up my ass-aaaagh! Deeper!"
Eddie began to stroke into her fiery ass with brutal massive thrusts that brought sharp little cries of lewd excitement from her, and each time he rammed forward she jerked back to meet him, her big silky ass-cheeks writhing furiously against his crotch. Her asshole was shuddering and spasming on his prick in a fever of lust now, its hot juiciness sending wild tingles of friction along his cock.
Eddie slid one hand down over her panting belly and silky cunt-hairs to find her clitoris. He stroked the hot little button rapidly with his fingertip to make her moan with joy as he pumped powerfully into her lush ass, and the wild brunette urged him on:
"Cum, Eddie-eeee!-cum in my ass, darling-hurry! Ooooh, God-it's wild!"
His prick began to spurt in her ass and Sheila was clawing at the tile walls as his hot cum flooded her, cumming violently herself as he kept finger-fucking her with hard strokes, shoving two fingers deep up her hot cunt. Squirming frantically, Sheila flexed her asshole with all her might on his gushing prick to drain every last stinging drop from him. She whimpered with protest when he pulled his limp cock out.
"Oh, Eddie," she moaned, turning to face him, "I loved it. You're very sweet-you didn't have to make me cum too, darling."
Eddie grinned at her, hefting her huge hot tits in his hands, not bothering to explain it wasn't consideration that made him finger-fuck her. He just couldn't keep his hands off her, especially her tight hot pussy.
"You're not mad at me any more, are you, Eddie?" she smiled, nestling close to him under the spray to gently squeeze his balls.
"Oh, what the hell," Eddie sighed, "let's face it, Sheila. I can't stay mad at you. Just watching you walk across a room gives me a hard-on. How can you stay mad at someone who keeps you horny all the time?"
She'd begun to stroke his cock as he spoke and it was already beginning to stiffen again beneath her caressing fingers. He almost gave in to the urge to take her back to bed for a solid hour, but there was business to take care of. Lunchtime, Eddie decided; at lunchtime he'd come back to the motel and experiment with those hot, fantastic tits.
"We'd better start searching for your kid sister," he told her, and Sheila quickly agreed, feeling a twinge of shame at her selfishness. She'd forgotten about Jenny in the past few minutes. When Eddie touched her naked flesh she forgot about everything else.
By the time they were dressed, Eddie's hot hard-on was straining at his pants. Watching her slip her panties on over her softly rounded hips and silken ass had done it, watching those long beautiful legs flex as she put on nylons, just seeing her lush curves in motion was enough to give him a constant hard-on.
"Christ, let's get out of here," Eddie told her impatiently, "before I end up eating breakfast in bed."
Sheila frowned. "They don't have room service here, do they?"
Then it dawned on her and her eyes began to smolder. When she started rubbing his cock through his pants, it was all he could do to get her out of the motel room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Haight-Ashbury section of San Francisco looked like a battle-torn fortress to Eddie, and most of the hippies wandering through it looked like ghosts from an extinct flower paradise. Eddie had gotten a roll of quarters from a bank before they started, and in the course of the day handed out ten dollars' worth to panhandlers. It wasn't generosity that prompted him: every panhandler that stopped him was shown Jenny's picture and asked if he'd seen her. The quarters brought them momentarily out of their apathy.
The first thing Eddie had done was to check with the San Francisco cops, just in case Jenny had been busted for hitchhiking or vagrancy. Then he began the strenuous rounds of the Haight-Ashbury, showing her picture to various locals.
By four o'clock Sheila was frantic with worry.
"She might not have come to the Haight-Ashbury," she told Eddie. "Maybe she went to another part of the city."
"It's possible," Eddie agreed. "But it's a big city, easy to get lost in."
He didn't point out that if Jenny went to the other likely sections, the North Beach area, she could already be roped into prostitution or drugs. It was the nightclub section, featuring nude dancers and garish sex acts, but it was also swarming with fast-talking pimps, dealers and hungry lesbians. If a tough, hot-mouthed dyke ever got a naive, luscious little piece like Jenny in bed the girl wouldn't know up from down an hour later-or a pussy from a prick.
But they'd covered Haight-Ashbury thoroughly by four, grocery stores, panhandlers, thrift stores, coffee houses, any place where she might be spotted.
"Okay," Eddie sighed, "we'll stop by the motel for a few minutes and then try North Beach tonight. But don't get your hopes up, baby."
As he drove back to the motel, Sheila was lost in worried silence.
"There's a chance Jenny never even got out of L.A.," Eddie told Sheila. "Maybe she met someone...."
Like a rapist or hippies on acid or a bizarre swinging couple who could twist her like a pretzel in a matter of hours, he added silently. Compared to the weirdos that stalked Los Angeles, San Francisco was practically a Girl-Scout camp.
"Try calling your apartment, just for the hell of it," Eddie told her as he swung the Ford into their motel. "Maybe she's back home by now. It's a scary world out there for a little kid."
Sheila nodded without enthusiasm. In the motel room, she dialed her number in L.A., aware as Eddie lit her cigarette for her that he had another hard-on. In spite of her intense worry over Jenny she felt a hot wet response in her pussy, wondering if Eddie was like this all the time, almost dizzy with excitement over the prospect.
On the fifth ring Jenny's tremulous voice answered and Sheila's heart leaped wildly.
"Jenny! Darling, where have you been?"
"I-I spent the night in a cabin. I'm okay now, Sheila, honest."
"But your voice is shaking! What happened, Jenny?"
"Nothing. I just-oh Sheila, I'm sorry, please forgive me!" Jenny's voice broke. "I didn't mean those awful things I said-where are you?"
"In San Francisco," Sheila said, wiping at the tears of relief in her eyes, smiling up at Eddie. "We thought you came up here so we've been searching for you all day. Damn you, Jenny, you almost drove me crazy with worry. When I get back I'm going to tan your little hide...."
"I won't mind," Jenny said softly, and the strange quality in her voice made Sheila frown. "Who's we?" Jenny asked.
"Oh, a-a friend, named Eddie." Eddie was motioning for the phone and Sheila handed it to him.
"Listen, kid," Eddie told her harshly, "you stay in that apartment until we get back there, understand? You plunk your cute little ass down there and if you move it out of there even for a candy bar or a bottle of soda pop, I'll personally kick it all over town-got it?"
Jenny laughed. "I got it. I won't move, honest, Eddie."
"We'll be there in six hours flat," Eddie said with a glance at his watch. Then his eyes strayed down to the cleavage of Sheila's creamy tits, and he said, "Six and a half hours, exactly. Stay there!"
"I will," Jenny said, and Eddie hung up the phone.
"Oh, Eddie, I'm so relieved," the brunette sighed, lying back on the bed. "You were right-she panicked and ran home again. But she sounded sort of funny on the phone, different somehow. Changed."
Eddie unbuckled his belt. "Still scared, that's all. She got a taste of the big bad world. She'll get over it. Strip, honey."
Sheila's eyes smoldered on his red pulsating prick.
"Make me," she said softly.
His hands were rough on her, and she felt a wild thrill as they ripped her panties off savagely, as his prick rammed with throbbing power into her hotly oozing cunt and she began to rock and moan with each driving thrust.
But even in her panting joy Sheila couldn't get rid of a deep nagging uneasiness about Jenny.
Something was drastically wrong with her little sister.
CHAPTER NINE
There was a horror movie flickering on the television screen, but Jenny watched it with unseeing eyes. She sat huddled in her robe on the sofa in the dark living room, her skin still tingling from a long hot shower, from the violent scrubbing she'd given herself, as if she could wash away all the depravity of her long night.
It was nine o'clock, and in two hours Sheila would be home. Jenny felt wonderfully cozy and safe in the dark apartment. When she'd escaped the cabin early that morning, she got lost in the woods for a little while but at dawn she found her way back to the highway. In less than ten minutes she'd gotten a ride with an old couple driving to Los Angeles. At their age, at least, she wasn't worried about another obscene nightmare.
Jenny hugged her plump tits inside her robe, shivering even though the apartment was warm. She still felt very strange, sort of numb inside. The images on the TV screen were blurry and from time to time a searingly vivid picture flashed in her mind from the night before.
She was still afraid, still trembling with fear, but she could feel a powerful undercurrent of unwanted excitement, too. Sally's face kept tormenting her, leering down at her as she sat astride Jenny's hips, her huge burning tits so silky and hot in Jenny's squeezing fingers, her wet pussy grinding and rubbing on Jenny's to send delicious teasing thrills through her blood....
Jenny shifted on the sofa, breathing foster, her fingers creeping inside her robe to stroke her swelling nipples. Sally was very sexy, really, awfully beautiful when she was naked. And her ripe mouth had sucked so ravenously at Jenny's hot pussy, shattering her with the most breathtaking thrills, kissing and licking and sucking until Jenny was sure she'd die from sheer excitement and joy.
Unconsciously one of Jenny's hands slid down inside her robe to her softly aching pussy, pressing down to create a gentle pressure. She licked her lips, recalling the strange forbidden fragrance and heat of Sally's delicious cunt writhing against her mouth, the suffocating heat of her fleshy thighs pressing to her face, the funny, wildly exciting stickiness of Sally's cunt-juice trickling into her mouth.
Jenny's eyelids fluttered with soaring excitement. Sally's husband had been very handsome too, now that she thought about it. His big prick had hurt her terribly at first but then it became thrilling as his swollen meat plunged deep into her slippery pussy, faster and harder. She decided that his cum flooding her mouth had been almost as exciting as Sally's hot juice, thicker and tangier, but unlike anything she'd ever tasted.
Jenny had never dreamed sensations like that existed, intense thrills that made necking and petting with boys seem ridiculous. She winced and shifted cautiously on the sofa as her asshole tingled with soreness as she remembered the monstrous prick-shaped vibrator with its horrible spikes. But the spikes were what made it so wild, tickling and teasing every inch of her tender cunt with unbearable excitement.
Once you got used to the ugly red monster you could really enjoy it, because the shattering pain was exciting too. With a delicious twinge of guilt, Jenny's fingers slid further down to caress her hot pussy-flesh. If it weren't for that horrible dog....
Her nostrils filled with the pungent animal-in-heat smell of the dog as she remembered, and she trembled with fear. God, Sally had gotten her so hot she even enjoyed fucking the dog, Jenny remembered with a tiny shock. His prick wasn't at all like Dennis'-it was long and super-hard and it fucked so rapidly she couldn't catch her breath.
Jenny suddenly realized why she'd liked the horrible pain-because it was always followed by fantastic thrills, by an orgasm that left her crying with its intensity. It never occurred to her innocent mind that the pain could become a necessity, that she couldn't cum without being savagely hurt first....
Furtively, Jenny's fingers left her lust-swollen tit and crept down behind her, to her tiny asshole. Her heart began to hammer with excitement as she shoved her thumb inside the puckered slit, wriggling her ass on it, pretending it was Dennis' huge cock fucking her there. Then in her feverish imagination it became the dog's crimson prick, stroking in and out of her bowels to a brutal rhythm.
The entire shattering night began to merge in Jenny's dazed mind, Sally passionately sucking on her tits with lewd moans, Dennis' hot prick exploding its fountain of cum in her hungry mouth, the great dog snarling as it fucked her quivering pussy in fierce, thrilling plunges. Panting with awakened lust now, Jenny began to rub her wet pussy-flesh with urgent fingers as she squirmed her burning asshole on her thumb, a sheen of excited perspiration breaking out on her tawny hot body.
Maybe, she thought deliriously, she could talk Sheila into buying her a Doberman like the Bensons', or a huge shepherd. For protection, she could say. But the dog would have to be trained to fuck her, wouldn't it? Sally would know. Maybe, Jenny thought feverishly as she squeezed two fingers into her soaked cunt and began to undulate wildly on them, her thumb wriggling blissfully inside her asshole, maybe she could just call Sally up and ask her. She could find the Bensons in the phone book-how many Dennis Bensons were there in Los Angeles?
The blonde's eyelids were shut tightly now and her moans were deep and loud as she urgently finger-fucked herself and writhed her plump ass on her thumb, unaware that the Bensons had carefully and expertly ignited her lust, had sparked a profound sexual hunger in her innocent body in the course of one shattering night.
Panting, Jenny tried to jam more of her thumb up her narrow asshole, craving hot pain there, dreaming it was a massive hot prick, imagining her fingers were Sally's lewd twisting fingers exploring her aching cunt, and Jenny's mouth was hovering close to Sally's pink glistening pussy, tingling, watering, aching to dive into the sticky sweet cunt-flesh The doorbell buzzed and Jenny almost fainted.
It was only a few minutes past nine-it couldn't be Sheila, not this soon!
The doorbell buzzed again insistently, and, her face red with shame, Jenny got up, hugging her robe around her trembling body. She went to the door and opened it on the chain-latch.
An enormous black man stood there, grinning. It took Jenny a few seconds to realize it was the same man she'd caught Sheila with, and her pulse began to race furiously.
"Hi, baby," he rumbled. "Your big sister in?"
"No. She won't be here for another two hours."
Jenny's voice was dry in her throat, and she dared not look down at his pants. He had the most gigantic black prick, she remembered, enormous and shining, so thick Sheila could barely get her fingers around its pulsing width.
Almost as big as the red vibrator.
"Well, suppose you just let me in and I'll wait for her," he said with a broad grin. "You're safe, baby. I won't put a finger near you," he chuckled.
Jenny tried to look uncertain but her nervous voice was breathless, eager.
"Well ... okay, I guess. I'm watching TV."
She undid the chain-latch and he stepped inside, towering over her. With shaking fingers, Jenny locked the door. He sauntered over to the sofa and slumped down in it.
Jenny sat on the other side, her heart beating like a triphammer, her eyes darting to look at the crotch of his pants. His hands were folded over his cock. It was so big and fat, she recalled dizzily, black and massive as it pierced Sheila's creamy white ass that night.
A minute passed as Jenny's breath came in rapid gasps of pent-up excitement. He didn't even look at her, and she sensed it was because he was afraid of her age, afraid of the law.
She was so damn hot! Jenny thought feverishly. She'd barely begun to masturbate when he had intruded, and now her cunt was throbbing urgently. She took a deep shaking breath and slid closer to him on the sofa.
He looked over at her with gleaming eyes.
Boldly, Jenny reached her fingers out and squeezed at the mass in his pants, and she sucked in her breath at the feel of his immense hot prick.
"Well, I'll be damned," he said softly, staring at her. "How old are you, kid?"
"Old enough," Jenny said hoarsely. "Old enough to do what my sister did. Old enough to ... suck and fuck," she whispered, squeezing his massive cock with fierce excitement.
Then in a swift move she was crouching down between his knees and tugging eagerly at the zipper on his fly, reaching inside his pants with a moan of lust, clutching his huge burning prick in her small fingers and bringing it out, staring at it with awe. Before her eyes a thick drop oozed out of the slit in his cock-head.
Jenny darted her pink tongue out eagerly and licked at it, rolling the tangy cum around in her mouth, then reaching down to grasp the whole head of his pulsing rod in her lips. She whirled her tongue around it and he grunted, his big hands gripped her head.
It tasted different from Dennis' cock, Jenny thought with fierce excitement, hotter and more animal-like, throbbing in her mouth with giant, blood-pounding surges.
"Oh shit," he groaned when Jenny suddenly rammed five thick inches of his black cock into her tight wet mouth and sucked hotly. "Oh baby, work it!"
Suddenly Jenny drew her mouth back and stood up, slipping off her robe. His huge eyes raked over her silky budding tits and golden cunt-hairs, and as one big hand reached out for her, Jenny stepped back.
"I want a hundred dollars," she said in a shaking voice. "Just like my sister."
"Now just a goddamn minute," he growled, "you're no pro. You're just a little kid, for Christ's sake. Your sister is a woman. She earned her money."
"A hundred dollars," Jenny said stubbornly, hoping he wouldn't realize she was so hot she'd do it for nothing, would gladly let him torture her with his enormous prick for the sheer wanton joy of it, even coax him to cum in her mouth.
He grinned. "Sharp little minx, huh? Come on, baby, you know you want it, you couldn't wait to taste it," he chuckled, his immense black rod hovering up from his open fly, and Jenny watched it, fascinated, licking her lips and trembling. "You're dying to fuck me for nothing and you know it. Tell you what, though, I'll give you fifty, honey. How about it?"
"A hundred," Jenny repeated, watching his eyes glitter on her softly curved body. She knew how hot he must be from the way his prick quivered and throbbed as he ran his eyes up and down her satiny flesh.
"Okay," he said quickly, unbuckling his belt, "a hundred. But once I get this baby up your hot little pussy, you may change your mind," he chuckled, slipping off his pants.
"I want the money now," Jenny said, awed as he stripped down to his powerfully muscled nakedness, his mammoth cock curved up sharply with eagerness from his hairy black bush
"Now wait a minute-" he began.
"Now. And then I'll do anything you say."
He fumbled in his pocket and came out with a thick sheaf of bills in a money clip. He peeled down for a bill, ripped it off the sheaf and tossed it at her. Jenny picked up the hundred-dollar bill, staring at it curiously for a few seconds. He made an impatient grunt and she quickly hurried to a desk on the side of the living room and put the bill in a drawer. Then she padded back over to him. He lay back on the sofa, resting one leg over the top so that his big prick surged up, waiting.
"Lick my cock and balls with that pretty little mouth again," he ordered, and Jenny kneeled down between his thighs eagerly and grasped his meat in both hands, rubbing her palms up and down on it as she licked the swollen head of it with her hot tongue. She pushed his cock up to trace her pink tongue along its fleshy underside and for a minute she licked at his hard balls, feeling a thrill of pride at her own boldness, astonished at the size of his fuzzy balls compared to Dennis'.
Meanwhile he reached out with one powerful arm and clutched her thigh, pulling her over so that her white plump ass was within reach. He squeezed her soft cheeks as she sucked his prick with whimpers of excitement, then cupped her hot pussy in his massive hand and stroked it, spreading her juice over her crotch.
The pressure of his strong hand cupping and squeezing her soaked cunt brought Jenny to a feverish pitch and she slid her lips up and down on his prick at a frantic pace, remembering how Dennis had spurted his boiling load in her mouth, squeezing his balls in her fingers as if to pump his cum from him.
His huge middle finger began tickling her cunt, stroking her clit, and Jenny tried to ram her pussy down on it in an explosion of excitement. Ravenously, she sucked his towering cock, nibbling greedily on its curved fat knob as her squirming cunt searching for his finger, finding it in a downward plunge of her silky crotch. Jenny slammed her hot pussy down on it, beginning to fuck his stiff finger with sobs of lust, fervently wishing the huge cock in her mouth was jammed up her eager cunt, bursting her with the intense pain she'd learned to crave.
Then he shoved two fingers up her hotly sucking slit and Jenny shuddered her naked ass lewdly on them, working her lips on his cock in a frenzy and hoping he'd cum in her mouth as Dennis had done. Inspired by the thought that this gigantic prick would fill her mouth with an enormous flood of boiling cum, Jenny used both hands to jerk the thick trunk of his rod feverishly, stroking the dark meat rapidly in her hot palms.
Just when she felt his prick grow rock hard in her mouth, Jenny grasped his balls in her hands and wriggled them furiously, hoping for a gush of hot salty cum. Instead he pushed her roughly off.
"No, wait," Jenny panted, "you can cum in my mouth-I've done it before, I like it, please!"
As tight and hot as her wet mouth was, he ignored her. The feel of her silky hot cunt squirming in his fingers made him urgent to try it, to see how much of his immense rod he could get in the blonde's tight pussy.
His massive hands gripped her by the waist as he sat up on the sofa and put her on his lap, his enormous cock rising up between her thighs. In her wild excitement the fifteen-year-old didn't have to be told what to do. She twined her ankles around his calves and lifted her ass up eagerly, holding his prick poised beneath her trembling cunt.
Jenny wriggled her cunt-lips around the burning knob, whimpers of bliss coming from her lips as it teased the sensitive outer flesh of her slit. Then she slid down on the swollen head, her pussy crammed with just the knob of his prick, but even then the pain was fiercely exciting to her, reminding her of the vibrator. Only the man's cock was hot, pulsing savagely in her cunt, throbbing with power in her hands.
"Ooooooh," she gasped, writhing her small naked ass, "it hurts-aaaaah-wait, I have to-" Her scream rang through the apartment. He'd suddenly slammed her hips down on his lap and his massive prick pounded into her pussy like a blazing battering ram. Speechless with shock, Jenny felt as if someone had raped her with a baseball bat. She could only shake her head violently and sob as he held her crushed on his lap with one hand while the other played with her soft hot tits, rubbing their tawny flesh.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered behind her, "that's one wild pussy, honey. Tighter'n your sister, for sure. Now you ride it for a while, just like a saddle, okay?"
He grinned as she whimpered something incoherent. The beautiful little bitch thought she'd play with him, tease him with her juicy cunt as if he were a high-school boy. As it was, he only had half his cock shoved up there and she was practically fainting from it.
He could have just tossed her over the arm of the sofa with her adorable little ass sticking out and slammed it into her at will, but he preferred to have that hot ass squirming on his lap where he could feel its juicy lushness, and in this position he could play with her lovely tits and belly, roam his hands around her soft white flesh at will.
"Come on, baby, ride!"
Gasping, Jenny slowly raised her hips and began to cautiously fuck his stiff cock, issuing long painful sobs each time she wriggled down on it and it threatened to rupture her tender pussy. His powerful hands felt good, though, as they sensuously rubbed her tits and belly. Her pussy quickly began to ooze more fluid on his pulsing meat, until the pain was fading and soft dreamy ripples of pleasure were shuddering through her cunt.
"Better," Jenny panted, leaning back against his broad chest as she fucked him with long slow strokes, "oooooh, yes, much better-unnnngh!"
She played with his hairy balls as she slid up and down on his huge prick, peering down to watch her pussy swallow up the thick meat with obscene fascination, feeling his groin-hairs tickle her bare ass each time she squirmed it against him.
"Ooooh, I'm gonna-aaaaagh!-cum soon!" Jenny moaned, beginning to ride his immense rod faster. She raised her knees up high to dig her heels into his thighs, grinding her hips in circular spasms to send violent bolts of bliss through her hot cunt as his prick battered her tight walls.
The man had always prided himself on his staying power, which enabled him to fuck most women to the point of dazed exhaustion before he came, but the little blonde was getting to him, shattering his control as her juicy cunt sucked feverishly on his cock, as she rode it faster and faster with wild lustful moans, her silken hot pussy hugging his meat fiercely while her fingers squeezed his balls.
"Goddamn!" he grunted as her ass lunged to a feverish rhythm on his hard prick. "Ease up-oh, baby, that's-oh shit, wild! Crazy hot cunt! Ooooh, work, work it!"
His control was shattered now but he didn't care as she stroked his meat in furious spasms of her blazing cunt, her tight slit coaxing a violent explosion in his balls.
His cum was spattering deep in her cunt in great burning spurts and Jenny dug her heels into his thighs and shimmied her hips deliriously as the boiling stream seemed endless, as she squeezed the jism from his balls with frantic fingers.
"Oh yeah, that's a juicy little thing you got there," he sighed, wincing as she continued to grip his cock fiercely in her eager cunt. "Ease up there, baby, you don't have to beat it black and blue," he warned her.
Slowly, Jenny subsided her spasms, her tits heaving. There'd been no shame or guilt, nothing to dampen her intense lust this time.
"I love sex," she moaned, "I love it!"
"You don't have to tell me that," he said dryly, one massive hand cupping her hot ass-cheeks. His prick began to harden at once as she wriggled her soft ass on his hand.
"Oh yes," Jenny crooned with excitement as she felt his rod stiffen inside her. "I'm still hot!"
"Lean down over the side of the sofa," he told her, lifting her off his lap easily.
Jenny stood up, suddenly hesitating.
"I don't know," she said doubtfully. "My sister will be coming home soon...."
"Good," he grinned, standing up. "I got enough left for her too."
"Someone's with her," Jenny said. "A man. I don't know if we'll have time."
"Make time," he said roughly, and grabbing her by her waist he flung her over the arm of the sofa. Her beautiful ass jutted out, naked and vulnerable. The towering man spread her soft white cheeks apart with his hands, gazing at her tiny asshole with excitement. His prick hovered out high and surging, still wet from her pussy.
"This is gonna be short and sweet, baby," he told her.
"No, wait, please!" Jenny cried, and then the searing hot mass of flesh was ripping into her narrow asshole with nerve-shattering power, a single merciless thrust that left her teeth chattering.
"G-God almighty!" Jenny screamed.
Gripping her ass-cheeks tightly in his hands, the man began driving his giant prick in and out of her steaming asshole with groans of pleasure, a series of violent fucking movements that sent waves of agony through Jenny's bowels like electric shocks.
The fifteen-year-old blonde clawed savagely at the sofa beneath her, trying vainly to catch her breath as his enormous rod rammed and pulsed in her asshole.
But she was cumming again-the shattering pain was making her cum! The massive tearing thrusts in her helpless ass were exactly what she craved, the same deliciously cruel sensations the Bensons had inflicted on her, the torment she'd quickly learned to associate with bliss, and tears of ecstasy streamed down Jenny's cheeks as his flood of cum shot into her ravaged asshole like stinging fire.
"Love-that white ass!" he groaned behind her, squeezing her trembling ass-cheeks savagely in his hands as he spurted. "Oh baby, it's hot'-mmmmm!-juicy!"
When he jerked his huge cock out, Jenny's breath slowly began to come back, but she still continued to squirm her pussy on the arm of the sofa, her cunt still spasming with her breathtaking orgasm.
"Damned if you didn't like that too," the man marveled as he started dressing, watching her undulate her ass on the sofa arm. Jenny stood up, panting and shivering, praying he'd leave quickly now, before Sheila arrived.
When he was dressed he handed her a card. "You call me any time you get hot, baby," he grinned. "After the wild time you had tonight, it's going to be discount rates, though. A flat fifty. Okay?"
Jenny nodded eagerly, trembling as he reached out to squeeze one of her budding tits.
She let out a sigh of relief when he was gone.
* * *
When Sheila and Eddie arrived a half-hour later, they found Jenny lying in her bed with a dreamy smile on her lips.
"I'm okay," she told Sheila, eyeing Eddie with an interest that made Sheila uneasy. "Just tired, Sis. We'll talk in the morning, okay?"
"But what happened to you last night, Jenny? Where did you sleep?"
"I didn't," Jenny said, her eyes strange. "We'll talk about it in the morning, Sis."
"Let her sleep," Eddie suggested. "She looks like she needs it."
Sheila kissed her little sister tenderly on the cheek, and they left her bedroom. As soon as they were gone, Jenny got the hundred-dollar bill from beneath her pillow, staring at it with awe, thinking hard. She caressed it in her fingers for a long time before putting it away.
The next morning she was gone. Sheila found a note on Jenny's pillow. Shocked, she read it again and again:
Dear Sis:
Please don't worry about me. I'm perfectly safe. I'll keep in touch with you but don't bother looking for me this time, because you'll never find me.
All my love, Jenny
"Why?" Sheila whispered to herself, stunned. Why?"
CHAPTER TEN
At four-forty-five every afternoon, Monday through Friday, Sheila Donovan began to clear her desk, and at the same time felt the usual rush of excitement. In thirty minutes, she'd be in bed with Eddie for a solid half-hour of slow, dreamy fucking, and that was merely a warmup for the really wild session they had at bedtime.
Two days after Jenny disappeared, Sheila had moved into Eddie's apartment, the only solution, he'd explained to her, because they were both oversexed. Three days after that Sheila had found a job as a legal secretary. Her earlier secret fear that she'd end up as a prostitute seemed silly now that she got thoroughly and passionately fucked by Eddie every morning and night. In the morning it was usually in the shower, but this morning, for some odd reason, Eddie had her wildly groaning on his lap at the breakfast table, unable to wait for the shower. They just couldn't keep their hands off each other. It was a chemical reaction, Sheila thought; every time she saw his swollen cock she went a little crazy and every time she took her clothes off Eddie couldn't get enough of her.
If it weren't for Jenny's sudden disappearance, everything would be perfect. Aside from worrying and wondering about her little sister at odd times, Sheila was blissfully happy. Eddie had already thrown out a few hints about marriage, but Sheila wouldn't push him either way, too grateful to make up for all the dreary sexless years.
Occasionally, Eddie said he had to work late, and a couple of times there were female phone callers who hung up when she answered the phone, but Sheila said nothing to him. If Eddie wanted a little variety on the side, it was perfectly all right with her. As a matter-of-fact, she benefited most, since he invariably came home feeling guilty and was extra considerate with her, giving her a series of orgasms that left her limp and panting with gratitude.
If only it weren't for Jenny....
A month had passed since Jenny disappeared so strangely that morning, but Sheila found herself worrying about Jenny less and less. Her job and Eddie kept her too occupied. She was either happily working or happily fucking or fussing over an elaborate dinner for Eddie, or occasionally going out with him to various bars for a drink. He was proud of her lush, statuesque body and she knew he secretly enjoyed the stares of envy from other men.
If only it weren't for Jenny....
At five o'clock precisely, Sheila said good night to her boss, a smooth lawyer in his forties who carefully kept their relationship strictly business, since he'd seen Eddie, and rode the elevator down in her office building. She waited for Eddie to pick her up in front of the building entrance on Wilshire, ignoring the hungry looks of passing men. She watched the traffic for his black Ford, and when a gleaming new white Cadillac convertible pulled up at the stoplight a dozen feet away, Sheila glanced at it, looked away and suddenly looked back in stunned disbelief.
Jenny was driving.
It was Jenny, even though her hair had grown and she wore enough makeup to pass for twenty-one. Sheila ran to the edge of the sidewalk, crying out her name.
Jenny didn't hear her but the beautiful young black girl beside her did, and she told Jenny. Grinning, Jenny pulled the Caddy over to the curb and jumped out. For a minute Sheila hugged her fiercely, then stepped back to look at her.
The change in her little sister was astounding. She wore an expensive minidress that flaunted her beautiful ripe tits and thighs, but the real change was in Jenny's eyes. Gone was the lost-little-girl look, replaced by a striking hard beauty that brought whistles from passing men.
Her eyes glowed with a strange light, a wild excited light that knew infinitely more than a fifteen-year-old girl should.
Jenny had become a swinger, a hard ravishing swinger, her luminous eyes constantly darting at both men and women as she talked to Sheila.
"I meant to call you, honey," Jenny said with a light laugh, "but honestly, I've been so damn busy. I'm living with friends now, beautiful people, Sheila, they've sort of adopted me, like foster parents, you know?"
Before Sheila could respond, Jenny was glancing at her new gold watch, talking in a rapid nervous voice:
"Look, Sheila, I'm double parked here and I can't really stay and talk-I'm on the way to score some dynamite grass for a party, a fantastic party." She dazzled Sheila with a knowing smile and without even glancing behind her motioned to the black girl in the car.
There was a huge fierce-looking black Doberman in the back of the Cadillac, Sheila noted for the first time. Its smoldering eyes stayed constantly on Jenny as she talked and moved with a stream of provocative, sexy mannerisms.
The black girl got out of the Cadillac and stood next to Jenny. She was breathtakingly beautiful, Sheila thought, with huge almond eyes and a strikingly sensuous body. She couldn't have been older than Jenny and yet, like Jenny, she seemed infinitely older and wiser.
"This is my best friend, Crystal," Jenny said, squeezing the black girl's hand, and a melting look passed between the two young girls that shocked Sheila. There was no mistaking that glance: It was raw naked passion, pure desire, unashamed sexual hunger.
"This isn't my car," Jenny smiled, waving at the Cadillac with nonchalance, "it's my folks-uh, friends, I mean. I'm getting my own new car next week, a Jaguar convertible and it's going to be paid for, Sheila! A gift from my friends."
"Who are these people?" Sheila asked. "Jenny," she suddenly whispered, clutching her hands tightly, "what's happened to you, darling? You're so changed, so incredibly different-"
"I'm living," Jenny said vehemently, jerking her hands away. "I'm getting my money's worth, Sheila, I'm digging it, believe me."
The black girl was getting back into the Cadillac and in a swift movement Jenny was dancing toward the car like a beautiful nymph in the sunlight, grinning and laughing with delight, slipping away from Sheila rapidly.
"Jenny!" Sheila cried. "Wait-give me your address, your phone number, darling-"
"I'll call you someday!" Jenny shouted, and a few moments later the Cadillac leaped into the stream of traffic.
Stunned, Sheila looked after it, peering anxiously, losing it after a minute. She knew intuitively she would never see Jenny again.
With tears in her eyes, she waited for Eddie at the curb, tormented by a single question:
What had happened to Jenny on that long night? What could possibly have changed her forever, transformed her from a sweet innocent little girl, a shy virgin, into a wild, brazen swinger overnight? Who did it?
Sheila knew that her little sister had somehow found her bizarre destiny, and there was no turning back. And Sheila sensed with a certainly that she herself had triggered the whole depraved chain of events by her own lewd hunger in one violent hour with a brutal man.
And as long as she lived, Sheila knew she would be haunted by that question:
