"The greater the intellectual vacuum, the greater the need for distraction, a vacuum in people being presumably even more abhorrent than it is in nature."
This is a quotation from a wise and literate writer named John W. Aldridge, one of many modern thinkers who has devoted a great deal of time to a study of our modern young people. Aldrige has found that boredom-a malady that is not as plain and simple as it may seem at first-is one of our children's worst afflictions, a very real illness that drives teenagers in particular to all sorts of irrational and possibly harmful behavior. While everyone has experienced a form of boredom occasionally, it is only in the young that it seems to be chronic. In some cases, the condition seems to be almost an epidemic, coming to a head most dramatically in the case of college students who have no serious, deep-rooted interest in the problems they will face in later life.
As Aldridge says, "Equipped with this sort of lotusland metaphysics, the young arrive on the campuses with a very low boredom threshold and a very high expectation that their courses, functioning as mother-surrogates, will keep them safe from boredom by providing distractions that will seem compatible with their current interests."
Aldridge's book, from which these quotations are taken, is called In the Country of the Young and is well worth reading. But many other individuals and organizations have approached the same subject from various standpoints. For instance, a Public Affairs Pamphlet, How to Teach Your Child about Work, has this to say: "Usually, if one has the opportunity of working at the more creative and interesting jobs, he is less likely to find the humdrum ones disturbing."
Whether we are speaking of "providing distractions" or of teaching "creative and interesting jobs," however, we must consider exactly how the teachers are to reach the pupils in the first place. Here again we run smack up against that already overused phrase, "the generation gap." But while it may be overused, the phrase is meaningful and becoming more important all the time. These days, there is not just one generation gap but several. As one lecturer put it, "The generations these days are the four years you spend at college. Who can wait twenty years any more for a generation? Now it's a generation every election. Do you understand them?"
Finally, as Keith Botsford wrote (at the age of thirty-eight) in an essay called Youngers and Olders": "As I see it, each stage in life has its own learning. The Youngers can teach us what the world is, and the Olders what it was: we are in an undefined middle. The Youngers are the only ones absolutely at home in the present tense."
In My Sister, My Sex Slave, novelist Paul Roan considers all of these questions and supplies some intriguing answers of his own. Roan introduces us to two sisters, Norma and Lily, both of whom would be considered children by virtually every normally accepted definition. Lily is only thirteen and still in school; Norma is "going on sixteen" but pretends to be nineteen so that she can work and support the younger girl. Norma is willing and happy to accept this responsibility, but bored with her job. And Lily is bored, period.
Naturally, Norma is pleased when she is offered a more exciting and otherwise more rewarding position, even though some of the circumstances seem strange. She is to catalog a mansion filled with treasures, including rare books, masterpieces of art, silverware, and all sorts of other expensive things. While she has had no experience at this kind of work, she is intelligent enough to handle it and finds it fascinating. That is, until the strange circumstances become downright weird and very possibly evil....
Lily's boredom is not alleviated by any kind of constructive outlet at all. Lily, in fact, seems to become part of the evil web surrounding Norma, and to enjoy that evil to the hilt. It is an open question, however, which of the two is really more deserving of the title "sex pawn."
At first, Norma thinks the bizarre events taking place around her are dreams. But it soon becomes apparent that they are all too real. Norma is being used-used sexually to provide perverted pleasure to her ruthless captors, and used as a tool in an outrageous but carefully planned criminal plot. How she can escape, and rescue Lily from a situation which the younger girl has no desire to flee from, are dual problems that seem to have no solution.
My Sister, My Sex Slave is first and foremost, then, a novel of suspense, tension, and drama, well qualified to take its place on the shelf alongside the works of John D. MacDonald and other modern I masters of crime fiction. But it is also a milestone in psychological and sociological commentary, full of fresh insights and important perceptions. Read it for pleasure and thrills-you will find yourself thinking seriously about it afterward.
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Chapter One
Norma was sure that letting Lily come to live with her was going to be a source of trouble. And, after the thirteen-year-old moved in, Norma found she was jealous of her younger sister's beauty and superb body.
Norma knew she was taking on a very real responsibility in letting Lily stay with her, but she had little choice. They were all alone in the world; two very young and lovely girls who would have to make a new life for themselves. Norma knew that she should be sad and mourn their mother but she could not do it. Their mother had tried to raise her young daughters but she had not been very good at things. There were always drunken boyfriends around, eager to get at the sisters; and when Norma could stand no more, she had run away. Lily had found her through the telephone.
Now Lily was going to live with her, Norma was dismayed, frightened, too. She was too young to have the responsibility of helping a thirteen-year-old bombshell finish growing up.
Norma Walton stood in front of her bathroom mirror on a sunny Saturday morning and looked carefully at the beautiful young reflection that stared back at her. She knew she was exceptionally pretty; she heard that all the time. She was a shapely blonde with a slow, sexy smile and a fabulous body-yet she was utterly useless to any male who might find her attractive.
She was the proverbial ice maiden; lovely, vblrant thing of great beauty and little or no warmth. There were many handsome young men who worked in the same office with her but they pretty much left her alone. Once in a while one of the new ones would give her the rush act and ask her for a date and she would turn him down and that would be that. And she would return to her cute little home night after night and find pleasure in movies on television.
She slipped her old robe off and stood in front of the full length glass on the bathroom door and was suddenly filled with a brand new surge of pride. She turned so that she could examine the contours of breast and bottom and she was so proud of the firm, jutting breasts that bristled with young beauty on her ribcage, the sweetly sculptured buttocks, the virginal thighs. Her nipples were tiny, tinted a blushing hot pink and the rosettes were small, too. But, she supposed there was reason for that.
Her personnel card at the office said that she was nineteen but she was actually not quite sixteen and she was always glad that her face and figure had made her seem much older. She had done a great deal of planning and scheming when she was still living with her mother and Lily in the cruddy city apartment and she knew that she would have to run away because of the way things began to develop.
Her mother got to a stage where she could not control the men she brought home after she got a few drinks into her. Norma would never forget the night her mother's boyfriend, Leo, had wandered into her bedroom. Remembering, she began to blush and she watched her body turn a deep shade of pink. The mirror was reflecting the image of her too pink person and she wished that she could smile at herself, but she could not.
She turned to face the looking glass and she glanced at the small, almost white tuft of pubic hair and she wished that she had the courage to rid herself of that. So many girls were doing that nowadays. She wondered fleetingly if Lily would have any hair at all there. She knew that Lily would not hesitate to shave hers off if she felt that way about it. Lily was rather forthright about things.
She stopped admiring her beauty in the glass and she got into the shower and began scrubbing her firm, young body with the zeal of an outraged missionary. She hated the venal sense of glory she could always enjoy when she handled her own body, a sense of pride and inner excitement and wondrous splendor. It was almost sexual, she suspected, and the sensations that she could feel whenever she touched herself made her cringe.
She began trying to adjust the shower controls and it annoyed her when she was not able to get a large, forceful stream of water from the showerhead. She suspected that someone in the big house was also taking a shower at the same time.
The guest house had been rented to her by an agent and he had explained that the people who lived in the main house on the big, walled-in estate were in Europe and would be back in a few weeks. They had gotten home a few days ago but she had not yet met any of them, mainly because she was always working. She was not sure she would keep the guest house if she was going to have troubles like a diminished water supply all the time.
Her mind shifted as she rubbed her crotch and pubis with a soapy wash rag and she could remember the one time that she had been touched down there by a stranger and her body began to prickle and tingle with shame, as it always did, whenever she remembered her last night in her mother's apartment:
She was home alone when Leo arrived and he kept looking at her as she moved around the apartment, getting the supper things ready. He was a nice-looking guy, at least ten years younger than her mother and he just couldn't take his eyes off Norma. She was embarrassed and upset by his steady stare and she was so glad when her mother got home from work.
She could tell that her mother had been drinking and she knew there would be a bottle in the big shopping bag her mother had brought home with her. She was sickened by the vulgar display that her mother and Leo put on as they hugged and kissed. They came into the kitchen; her mother was watching Leo as he gazed at Norma, eyeing her intently no matter what she did.
Joyce, her mother, had laughed at him. "Does Mamma's baby boy see something he wants more than Mamma?" she said, almost giggling.
Leo shook his head. "She is so beautiful," he said, softly, unbelievingly. "She is so pretty it is shocking."
"You should see her in a bikini," Joyce said. "You just won't believe it at all."
Leo smiled and he put his hands on Joyce and he kissed her and Norma was shivering and trembling and she was sure that they knew it.
"After supper, if you're a good boy," Joyce said, "I'll have Norma put on her bikini and model it for you. Maybe that will wake up your lazy cock and I'll get some good out of it. But, let's eat first, I'm starving."
Norma knew that she was as red as fire as she sat down at the table with the two of them. Leo just wouldn't stop looking at her and it was making her very nervous.
"Lily is staying over at Olga's," she told Joyce. "She said that you gave her permission."
"Yea, I did," Joyce said. "She asked me this morning and I said all right. Mmm, this is good, dear. You are such a treasure."
She had fixed leftovers and she didn't think that the food was that good. Her mother was just trying to make up to her, she supposed. She looked at Joyce rather closely and she was again amazed, as she always was, to see that her mother had the face and figure of a teenager. Joyce was a very young mother, yet, even with all her drinking and screwing, still was pretty.
They ate in silence; Norma could feel Leo's gaze on her all the time and she was glad when Joyce took him into her bedroom with her and she was alone in the kitchen.
When she finished her work she settled down in front of the television set and she was watching a show when her mother came out of the bedroom, wearing a faded bathrobe. Joyce looked tousled and drunk; her face was a bit puffy, a sure sign she was a long way from being sober. Joyce got herself a fresh drink and she sat on the living room couch. A moment or two later, Leo wandered into the kitchen and settled beside Joyce on the couch with a fresh drink in his hand, too. He was fully dressed but he had the same slack look in his face and he turned to look at Joyce with a questioning stare. She giggled and leaned forward so that she could give him a sloppy kiss on his lips.
"Oh, all right," she said, "you animal, you.
All right."
Joyce took a swallow of her drink and then she lifted her head to look at Norma. "Norma, dear," she said, "I want you to go into your room and put that nice new bikini on and model it so that Leo can see how very lovely you are. Now go do it, dear."
Norma shivered. She shook her head, slowly.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't have that any more. I gave it to a girlfriend of mine. She liked it. I didn't. So, I'm sorry."
Joyce took another sip of her highball and she thought about what Norma had said and then she got a stubborn look on her face.
"All right," she said, slowly. "There is a set of black lingerie in the top drawer of my bureau. A bra and bikini pants. Go into my bedroom and put them on. They will do just as well."
Norma was suddenly in a situation that she could not handle. She was afraid to defy Joyce and afraid to obey her, too. She could see the crazy look in Leo's eyes and she was sure that Joyce would not be able to cope with him if he once got ideas in his head. She burst into tears and she was shaking her head. Joyce got to her feet and she walked over to where Norma was sitting. She cupped Norma's chin and lifted her face so that she could stare down into the soft, blue-green eyes. Joyce shook her head from side to side, then she took her hand away. A second later she smashed her palm against Norma's cheek and the force of the blow knocked Norma out of her chair and sent her sprawling on the living room floor. Joyce moved right over to where she was huddled, weeping, on the floor and she reached down, took Norma's hand and pulled her onto her feet. Then she slapped the other cheek and Norma went flying again.
"You little bitch," Joyce said, furious, almost murderous in a drunken rage, "you obey me when I tell you to do something. Now, stop your sniveling and go do what I told you to do."
She was shaking violently as she ran into her mother's bedroom and she was close to hysteria, but Joyce followed her into the room and sat on the edge of her bed, drink in hand. She glared at Norma, still angry.
"You stop bawling," Joyce said, "or I'll give you something to bawl about, Now you fix your face and put some makeup on and then brush your hair out. Then you put the set on and I'll come in and take a look at you. I really want Leo to see how pretty you are. And, if you disobey me, or give me any more trouble, I will beat you till you can't walk. So, you get on with it."
Joyce went out of the bedroom and Norma was alone, shivering and weeping and she made a masterful effort to stop crying. She was able to do it and when she went into the bathroom she found that her eyes were swollen. She bathed them in cold water, until they were back to normal again. She washed her face and while she was brushing her hair, Joyce wandered into the room, a fresh drink in her hand, a new shade of pink in her face. Joyce was apparently captivated by the spirit of sensuality inherent in what she was forcing her daughter to do.
"Put eye makeup on, dear," she said, "and fix your pretty mouth with lipstick and I will dig out my black pumps for you to wear and we will really give Leo an eyeful."
She began fixing her face and applying eye shadow and liner and then she was ready, finally, to get out of her clothes and try 'the wispy black panty set on. She took the flat white box into the bathroom and when she handled the skimpy garments a sense of utter desolation and despair almost swamped her.
While the transparent pieces were beautiful, they were too small for her and when she began putting them on, she was close to tears again. The panties were really a small triangle of sheer material with a G string that nestled tightly against her skin and left her buttocks completely bare. The bra was also too small: it barely covered the lower side of her breasts. She could see the way they stood out on her ribcage, like twin bullets of unbelievable perfection and great allure. She realized she was admiring her own beauty and that made her face prickle and sting with quick warmth and shame.
When she stepped back and looked at the way the wispy panties fitted she saw that they were as transparent as glass, exposing every line and fold of her most intimate flesh. She might just as well be naked, she thought frantically.
Joyce returned to the bedroom and she was smiling with an air of great happiness. She pushed a frosted highball glass into Norma's thin white fingers and she laughed softly as her eyes gleamed with envious admiration for the young beauty she was seeing.
"I've brought you a drink, dear," Joyce said.
I want you to have it. It will make you feel much better and you won't be so nervous after you have had a drink or two. Now, bottoms up, dear." When Norma hesitated, Joyce glared at her and the anger came back into her face. "Drink it, damn you," Joyce said. "You obey me when I tell you to do something or I will beat the hell out of you. Now, drink it."
She remembered that she had put the glass up to her mouth and then she drank it all right down and she was sorry a moment later, because she actually liked the taste of the drink and Joyce seemed to know that she would enjoy it. She reached for the glass and took it from her.
"You finish with your makeup and then put on my heels and I will come in and check you over. I'll fix you another drink, but take my advice, don't gulp them down. Take it easy."
Joyce went off to the kitchen again and Norma stood straight and splendid in her near nudity and she could feel the drink that she had taken stirring in her being, heightening her perceptions, strengthening her, and when Joyce brought her another drink, she took it and she drank some of it and then she slipped the high heeled shoes on and when she paraded and pirouetted in front of the full length mirror she knew that she was lovely, beautiful beyond description. She drank some more of her highball and she was suddenly brave, bold, almost brazen. She could see the lush beauty of her pert young breasts and the mystical sculpture of her most interesting flesh and when she turned, she could see the luscious splendor of her plump white buttocks.
Joyce was staring at her and she could see that her mother was astonished.
"I had no idea," Joyce said, a bit thickly. "I thought you were just a pretty kid, but you are more than that, you are a very beautiful woman. I don't think I like the kind of competition you represent. Maybe this ain't such a good idea, after all."
"Why not?" Norma said. "You wanted Leo to see how pretty I can look.
Well, let's let him look."
Joyce was uncertain about things; she shook her head.
"I think not," she said. "I don't think that I want Leo's dirty hands on you and he will surely want you if he sees you like this. My God, even I want you, and I never thought that I was a les. You are just so damned pretty. You are pretty enough to eat."
"And I am just the guy to know where to start eating her," Leo said. Norma looked up when she heard his voice and he was standing in the doorway, looking at her and she could see that he was impressed. He set his glass down on the top of a bureau and then he was walking toward her and she was moving away from him. She finished her drink and set the glass down and when Joyce moved in front of Leo and she began kissing him, Norma was tempted to flee.
"You have such charming ideas," Joyce said to Leo. "I'm sure that what you have in mind wouldn't hurt my baby. It might be rather interesting to watch."
Joyce put her hand down and her fingers outlined a massive organ, fiercely erect in Leo's trousers. Joyce made a soft, pleased sound and she stepped away from Leo. She sat down on the bed and she gulped the rest of her drink. She held the glass out to Leo.
"Make three, dear," she said, coaxingly. "I will talk to my lovely youngster and see how she feels about things."
Handsome Leo went out, grinning. He was back with the three drinks on a tray; he handed one to Norma with hands that were shaking. Hers shook, too, and she wished she could understand why she felt so brave so suddenly.
Leo sat beside Joyce and examined Norma intently. She knew that the tiny bikini hid nothing at all and simply outlined every little crease of her genitalia.
"Walk around, dear," Joyce said. "Let us admire you from every angle."
Norma obeyed; and as she pirouetted and pranced around, she knew that her bottom was absolutely bare and the way Leo was looking at it, it was bewitching. Joyce crooked her finger at her and she went to stand at the edge of the bed, between Leo and her mother.
"Isn't my baby a real stunner? Joyce said. She smiled at Leo and when he nodded, Joyce giggled like a schoolgirl. Leo was licking his lips as he stared at her and Norma wished he would look somewhere else for a change.
He didn't look elsewhere. Instead, he reached out and touched Norma's pubis; when she caved in and tried to back away, Joyce laughed at her shyness. Leo's fingers caught the edge of her bikini and he ripped the small triangle to shreds and she was naked from the bottom of her breasts to the bottom of her feet. She was outraged and in a panic and when she expected Joyce to make some protest or to object, she wasted her time. Leo's fingers began kneading and massaging her supersensitive flesh and each time he pushed his fat finger forward in her deep cleft he slipped his finger far up inside of her and she could feel every little millimeter a( his finger. His thumb massaged and teased her tiny, inexperienced clitoris and when she came in his palm he laughed at her and Joyce hugged him while her mouth kissed his lips and her tongue slipped inside.
"Don't you hurt my pretty little baby," Joyce said, in between the passionate kisses she was plastering all over Leo's mouth. He pushed Joyce away from him and then he got up onto his feet. His hands whisked away the tiny bra and then his fingers were fondling the virginal breasts. Joyce sat and watched him, her eyes filled with a strange expression. On the one hand she was the proud female who had created this fantastic beauty, and she was also a very much disturbed woman who was suddenly jealous of a young girl who had obviously captivated that which she felt belonged to her. "For God's sake, Leo, Joyce cried out, almost hysterically, "don't rape the kid. Don't lose your head over a young cunt."
"Sure," Leo said, amiably. His hands were busy with Norma's breasts and crotch and she was helpless in his powerful grasp. He was hurting her and he didn't seem to care. He put his mouth over one of her nipples and she felt the sharp pain as his teeth cut into the sensitive flesh. She gasped and he began licking her breast and sucking the nipple just like an ambitious baby.
Leo pulled her onto the bed and she began to resist and he was hurting her horribly, squeezing one of her buttocks harshly in his big grip. She cried out and she could hear Joyce moaning and whimpering as Leo settled the bulk of his body down on top of Norma and then his mouth was on hers and he was kissing her and she was whimpering and moaning, too, her body alive with seething protest and anguished outrage.
"Oh, no," Joyce was moaning, "please no, Leo. Don't hurt my baby. Please no."
Leo moved in the bed and then Norma could feel his palms cupping her buttocks and then she felt his tongue sliding into her most intimate opening and she cried out in protest and he thought it was joy. He began flicking his tongue in and out and then his lips were tightly pressed to her flesh and his expert mouth and tongue and mobile lips drove her out of her mind with unimagined ecstasies. She ached with the need to fight him, the raw desire to get away, but the things that he was doing to her robbed her of all strength and she was unable to move, to resist him in any way.
She was writhing and squirming in outraged sensitivity and she knew that the quick gathering and bursting sensations that fled through her body as ecstasy were orgasms and that she was responding to stimulation in a way that was quite normal, and that surprised her be-' cause she had known for a long time that sexual pleasures and sensual experiences were not for her. She was not built that way.
But, at the moment, her body and her glands did not seem to know that and she was reacting to expert lovemaking as eagerly and wetly as any alley cat. The thought made her weep and she knew that the drinks were affecting her, too, and each time Leo's tongue forced her into coming, the sensation was richer, deeper, a brand new burst of bliss and she hated herself for the ability to enjoy such voluptuous sensations.
She was twisting from side to side, writhing in anguished ecstasy and at one point she opened her eyes and she saw that Joyce had exposed Leo's cock and it was in her mouth and she was moving her mouth up and down on it and then Leo became actually frenzied and she watched as Joyce shook violently and then she was sucking fiercely, her cheeks hollowed with effort and then she was swallowing Leo, as contented as any cat, and Norma realized that she was weeping and sobbing and yelping loudly as the ultimate ecstasy became hers and she drenched Leo's busy tongue with the nectar he had worked ' so hard for. A sense of exhaustion and utter peace came to her and she put her hand down and gently pushed Leo's mouth away. She was just too sensitive down there to be touched.
Joyce was sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette and Leo was beside her. They were both looking at Norma's sex and when she saw that, she moved her legs, closing them. Joyce went out to the kitchen for some fresh drinks and Leo bent over and he kissed her soft mouth. Her lips were wet with her tears but he didn't seem to mind. He put his hand on her breast and he spoke to her as he kissed her sweet young mouth.
"You just wait," he said. "I'll let Joyce get it up for me and then I'm going to fuck you silly, you sweet, pretty thing. I'm going to fuck you every way but east. You are going to enjoy this night like you never enjoyed a night before."
She tried to twist her mouth away from him so that she could beg him not to do anything more to her but he would not let her go. Joyce returned to them with the drinks that she had made and Joyce was in a very romantic mood. She handed Leo his drink and she placed the one she had made for Norma on the night table. Then she gulped some of hers, and set that down, too. She opened her robe and took it off and Norma was shocked by the simple beauty of her mother's firm and well kept body. Joyce climbed onto the bed with them and began opening Leo's shirt and his pants. A moment later he left Norma's supine body long enough to take his clothes off and then he was back again and she could feel the warmth and the wetness of the monstrous organ he had nestled against his belly. Joyce had one of her hands wrapped around the big thing and she was moving her. hand up and down and making mewing, crooning sounds deep in her throat. Joyce began kissing Leo's organ as he knelt above Norma's body. He was kissing her mouth and her eyes and her brow and her breasts and it was plain that he was very much aroused again.
He lowered his hips and he was trying to ram his stiff cock into her, but Joyce was still holding it and she refused to let go.
"I'm trying to get into her," Leo said, annoyed.
"Now quit fooling around, Joyce, honey. You s'posed to help me."
Joyce seemed to think that she was supposed to help him, too, and a moment later Norma felt the head of his immense organ against the supersensitive flesh of her vagina and she wriggled and squirmed like a frightened animal, trying to avert penetration, trying to find the words that would tell him that she was a virgin and that she didn't want to change that in any way. The words would not come, and then his mouth was glued to hers, his tongue slipped into her mouth and she could feel Joyce's fingers down there playing with his balls and then be made a quick, thrusting movement and .Norma screamed in quick pain and then she passed out while he rutted in her contentedly and her mother played with his drenched sexual parts.
She knew that he had not stopped because when she regained her senses she found that he had filled her virgin well to overflowing and that could only have happened if he kept on to completion.
She was alone on the bed when she woke and she was sore, filled with pain and the fruits of Leo's eager rutting. She moved her legs and they were filled with pain and stiffness. She stood, shaking, weeping, feeling the slippery wetness sliding down on her thighs. She walked on legs that felt like stilts and when she reached the bathroom she sat and wept for a long time while the dregs of an undesired orgy slowly drained from her body.
She found Joyce's vaginal syringe and she used that to cleanse herself and she felt a bit refreshed when she saw that she had stopped bleeding. She took a shower and then she went into the kitchen for a glass of milk.
Leo and her mother were stark naked, asleep on her bed. Norma put the lights out and went back to her mother's bed, her head swirling, her loins aching with a brand new heaviness and pain. She was aware of thinking that it was lucky that Lily had not been home, but then, Lily would have managed to escape somehow. Or maybe she would not have escaped. Norma knew, too, that she would have to leave. If she tried to stay with her mother any more she would become Leo's plaything and Norma couldn't have that. She wouldn't have that. She couldn't imagine why so many people were hung up on the sex kick. There wasn't that much to it, and she didn't enjoy it at all. She knew that Leo had forced her into many orgasms but if there had been moments of ecstasy they were gone forever. All that she could remember was the pain.
She left home the next day.
She got very little sleep that night. There was too much to think about, there was too much pain. She slept fitfully after the beginning of dawn and when she finally woke, Joyce and Leo were gone.
Both had to go to work; Lily would be in school. Norma was all finished with school. She would run away and get a job and work and support herself and she would send for Lily when she had some money and could guarantee her a future.
It was all surprisingly easy once she began to make the big change in her life. She had almost three hundred dollars in a savings account, a fund that she had been building for a car, but she took it all from the bank. Then she began looking for a place to life.
She found the ad in the paper for the guest house and that appealed to her because it was in a far end of the city. She went there by bus and the agent took her to see the little house and she fell in love with it. The rent was inexpensive and she was able to move right in. A few days later, in the afternoon, she called home and got a chance to talk privately with Lily who was very unhappy and begged Norma to take her in with her. Norma refused because she feared difficulties with the school authorities.
Three weeks later, Joyce and Leo died in an auto crash and Norma realized that she was going to have to look after Lily. Norma was all that Lily had left in the way of folks.
Norma helped Lily move in and get set up in the local junior high school. Norma had a job and the future looked to be quite bright and encouraging.
Norma was in the bathtub. She sat forward and turned on the hot water, hoping to warm the mass that she was sitting in. She had bathed herself but felt like soaking and relaxing. She was filled with a sense of well-being; she had already forgiven Leo and Joyce for the terrible things that they had done to her.
Lily was thriving now, going to school and helping her with the household chores. Norma was beginning to forget some of the horror of the night she had spent with Leo and Joyce and she was glad that she had been able to get Lily to stay with her so that she could sort of keep an eye on her. Lily was such a pretty little thing and she didn't really seem to be thirteen, but nature seemed to know that the little blonde bombshell was growing up. She smiled as she thought about the twin lovelies on Lily's chest. She was so careful about hiding them but every little once in a while Lily would wear a tight sweater and no bra and the small, thrusting breasts could be guessed at and the rest of Lily was quite inflammatory, too. Norma was convinced that Lily was a very lovely young girl, and if she needed confirmation of her judgement she could see it in the eyes of the men who looked at Lily whenever they got the chance.
She was glad that it was Saturday and she decided that she would stop soaking in the tub.
She stood up and turned on the shower for a moment to rinse her body, then she got out and as she began toweling her body dry she became aware of a new and delightful sensation alive and tingling everywhere in her body. She was suddenly sexually aroused, caught in the grip of a heavy, throbbing voluptuous sensuality that was quite alien to her. She was very sensitive everywhere and when she began drying her crotch an overpowering urge to slip her finger inside came to her and she was unable to resist the urge. She slipped her finger deep inside her tight little sexual sheath and as the sensitive flesh responded to her touch, she began to shake and shudder and then she felt the hot, quickening sensation, the crawling, squirming eels of sensual splendor begin their insidious work and her finger began a pistonlike motion that quickly culminated in a frenzied, bursting orgasm and as she felt the tiny, trickling sensations within her body, she sobbed and grasped the washstand as her body shook and vibrated cruelly with a brand new convulsion.
She was weak when it was all over and she was ashamed of her venality, her quick surrender to erotic excitement. She would have to ignore such inclinations in the future. She would have to set a good example for Lily who was a child in many ways: not yet sixteen, and filled with all of the sexual drives that had destroyed her mother, and Norma would not tolerate that kind of a life for either of them.
Joyce was dead now and all of the evil yearnings that had been a part of Joyce and her hedonistic attitudes would be dead, too. Norma knew that she was not going to be involved with sexual matters, not the way that she was made. She was quite willing to believe that she could become excited sexually, perhaps she had sat in the bath water for too long and that had aroused her. She did not know what had activated her glands and her senses but she would certainly make sure that it did not happen again.
She had Lily to look after. Norma had a job and a future and she was not going to take any chances.
She had no interest at all in love.
Chapter Two
Dressed in shorts and a halter, Norma went into the kitchen and began fixing breakfast. She looked in on Lily and stood for a moment or two in the doorway looking at her pretty little sister in bed. Lily's nightie clung to her chest and she could practically see the sharp little breasts. hey were like two large halves of lemons, standing out on the immature ribcage. Norma turned away quickly, alarmed by the warmth beginning to burn in her loins. It upset her to realize that she was being affected by the beauty of her own sisters chest! That was ridiculous.
Lily's lissome young legs were clearly limned beneath the thin covers on the bed and Norma was amazed by the simple allure of the young girl's shapely legs and grown-up thighs. Lily's cute little butt was almost visible and Norma smiled as she remembered the bewitching curves of the young buttocks.
Lily was really a glowing, radiant little. blonde bombshell and Norma was not really able to scold or control her. She loved Lily and she wanted only the very best for her.
Norma was still busy with breakfast in the kitchen when the doorbell shattered the early morning silence. She opened the door and a handsome young man with long blond hair was standing on the back porch. He smiled at her and she was amazed at the quality of femininity he seemed to exude.
"Hello," he said, "my name is Mark, and I live in the big house. Lennie asked me to invite you and your sister to the big house and meet all of us. Lennie is the guy who owns the place. He and Carol live in the big house and my brother, Leslie, and I live with them."
"Oh," Norma said, a bit unnerved by the boy's frank and admiring stare. He was very young. She learned later that he and his twin brother were not quite seventeen.
She was tempted to invite the boy in for coffee but remembered Lily was not yet awake and might get up and wander around in her night things and that would not be too good. Norma gave the boy a big smile and explained that her sister was still sleeping. But, perhaps they could stop in and visit a bit later.
"Lennie wants to see you now," the boy said. He was quite insistent and his attitude suggested that the king had summoned her and she had better report in immediately or else...."I'm sorry," she said. "Lennie will just haveto wait. We pay our rent and I don't feel that anything else is required of us."
"Suit yourself," the young man said. He turned around and stepped off the porch and she watched him as he walked the long pathway that stretched off into a small copse and led to the big house in the distance.
When she went back into the kitchen she found Lily awake and busy with a bowl of cereal. She said hi and Lily said hi and then she sat down to have a cup of coffee with her little sister. Lily sat back in her chair and stretched her arms behind her back and the oversized lemons on her chest stuck straight out and Norma wondered if they were beginning to grow more than they should. They seemed to be much bigger than she had supposed. She smiled as she realized that her little sister was growing up in many ways; Norma would have to accept that.
Lily stood up and she put her empty bowl into the sink. She took a deep breath and then she turned to smile radiantly at Norma.
"Who was the groovy guy on the porch?" Lily asked.
"The people who live in the big house are home now and the big wheel wants us to stop in and see him," Norma explained.
"We'll do it, too," Lily said. "I kind of liked that boy."
Norma snorted. "His hair is longer and prettier than yours," she said. "I wouldn't be surprised to see him wearing earrings."
Lily gave her a funny stare. "I just liked him," she said. "I wasn't thinking about getting married to him. He just seemed to be very nice and very good-looking."
The telephone rang and Norma blinked in surprise. They had no friends who knew their number and she couldn't imagine who would be calling. She answered the telephone and found out that her landlord was calling her. He wouldn't take no for an answer, it seemed.
"Hello, young lady," he said. "This is Lennie Burke, your landlord. I understand that Mark was unable to persuade you to stop in and visit me. I wish you would change your mind."
She was impressed by the way he sounded. She liked his deep voice and the charm and consideration that his tone and words expressed.
"We will be glad to stop in and say hello, Mr. Burke," Norma said. "I told the young man that I couldn't come right then. He was insistent He laughed at that. "I'm afraid that Mark is rarely insistent," he said. "He and his brother, Leslie, are very docile. Carol and I are very pleased to have them living with us."
His voice changed and became rather crisp. "I wondered, Miss Walton, if you would like a job? I was told that you have a job, but there is a great deal of work here that I thought you and your sister might want to do. It would pay well and you could be a big help to me. Would you consider it?"
"What kind of work, Mr. Burke?" she asked.
"I think you'd have to come and see what I have in mind. Do stop in as soon as you can. You sound so nice and young, I would very much like to meet you and your sister. I'll be expecting you. Good-bye."
He was gone before she had a chance to refuse his job or anything else. Lily was staring at her with a bright, inquisitive look. Norma hung up the telephone and she sat down again. Her coffee had grown cold but she didn't mind. She sipped it anyway. She lit a cigarette and when Lily reached for the pack she felt a moment of regret. She wished that Lily wouldn't smoke. She was much too young to smoke, but whenever she said anything, Lily was quick to point out that Norma was only a few years older. Two years actually, and regardless of whether she looked to be twenty or not, she was only fifteen.
She watched Lily handle the cigarette and ,he way she inhaled and held the smoke in her lungs suggested that Lily had been smoking for ,quite a while. She wondered about Lily and drugs but she didn't ask. She was afraid of what her little sister might say.
"So, let's go see the guy," Lily said.
Norma shrugged and then while Lily got into -''me clothes, she sipped another cup of coffee and smoked another cigarette. She was quite im - ressed by Lily's prettiness when the younger girl finished dressing. Lily had brushed her long blonde hair till it shone like molten gold and she had a touch of lipstick on her mouth, a ,.alter concealed most of her breasts and she as wearing a pair of hot pink hotpants. They were much too short, much too revealing. Norma could see every fold of sexual flesh between Lily's legs and wondered if Lily knew that she was showing so much. She must have, because she pulled her shorts down and then she gave Norma a crooked grin.
They walked to the big house and when they knocked on the back door a beautiful brunette opened the door and made them welcome. "Hello," the brunette said. "I am Carol. Do come in."
They stepped into a large, gleaming kitchen and Carol waved toward a breakfast nook where a smiling young man sat, sipping coffee in front of a big plate of toast.
"This is Lennie, your landlord," Carol said. She had a slow, sexy smile and sparkling white teeth, long hair and big brown eyes. She was very beautiful and the hotpants outfit she was wearing made her look even prettier. Norma gave Lennie her hand and she matched his smile. Lily shook hands with him, too. Carol put cups out for them and poured coffee for everybody.
Lennie was admiring her, Norma knew, and he liked Lily, too. He was a very nice-looking guy, probably in his late twenties. He had bright, alert, brown eyes and a nice smile, and short, curly brown hair. His hands were white and she didn't think they had ever done any hard work.
"I am glad to have tenants in the guest house," Lennie said, "and now that I see how pretty you two are, I am delighted to have you for tenants. How old are you, Norma?"
"Nineteen," Norma said. She didn't look him in the eye and she was sure that he did not believe her.
"You might get away with that elsewhere," Lennie said, smiling, "but not with me. You don't have any reason to lie to us. Now, how old are you?"
Lily betrayed her. "Norma is only fifteen and I am thirteen. Our mother got killed in an accident so Norma is looking after me while I finish school."
Carol was regarding both of them with a friendly, brown-eyed stare. "What about your schooling?" she asked Norma.
"I've had it with school," Norma said. "I don't want any more."
"Norma," Lennie said, "I wanted to talk with you and offer you an extra job. Mainly because you live so close to us. You see, I inherited this place and the lawyers tell me that it is filled with treasures, but we have to take an inventory. There is no time limit, but I was wondering if you would like to take the job on? You would earn five dollars an hour and you would have to catalogue everything and there is a year's work here, I'm told."
Norma was amazed by the offer. The money that he talked about was so much more than she was earning.
"Could I work full time?" she asked. "Lily could help me after school and weekends. Would that be all right?"
"Of course," he said. "Are you say in g that you would give up your regular job and do this instead?" He sounded very pleased.
"Sure," Norma said, smiling. "When I finish here I can always get another job like the one I have now."
"That's good thinking," Lennie said. "Carol, dear, why don't you take our new friends for a tour and arrange for Norma to come in and get busy on Monday morning? Or, whenever she can."
"All right," Carol said, quietly.
She finished her coffee and Norma downed hers too. She gave Lennie a shy smile as she and Lily followed Carol out of the kitchen. The house was huge and there were many rooms.
She met Mark again and Leslie and looking at the twins she could not be sure which one had come to her back door. They looked so much alike. The two boys were busy with weights and barbells in a room that had been fitted out for that sort of activity.
It bothered her a bit to realize that Lily was very much interested in the twins. She worried about that as she and Lily went through the many rooms with Carol. There were several rooms filled with bookshelves and there were thousands of books and Carol told her, smiling sympathetically, that she would be expected to list and catalogue each of the books.
"And that's only part of it," Carol said. "There are several music rooms just filled with music and recordings and you will grow old listing and evaluating everything. I wish that I could be helpful but I just don't have the patience such a task would require. So, I told Lennie he'd better hire someone. When the real estate agent told us that two young and pretty girls had rented the guest house, Lennie thought of hiring you."
"I'm glad that he did," Norma said.
It took a long time to explore the big house and Lennie joined them on the second floor. He explained that the estate had belonged to his uncle and the man had died and the house and all of its treasures had been left to him. There were lots of passageways and subterranean rooms in the big place and he and his friends were still doing some exploring.
It was explained to Norma and Lily that Lennie and Carol were living together and the two boys were houseguests, very young boys who would not prosper too well in the outside world.
"Leslie and Mark are happy here with us," Lennie said, "and we are happy having them with us. I'm sure that we will be glad to have you two with us, too."
Later, they were invited to stay and have lunch with Lennie and Carol and the boys and Lily insisted that they accept. They feasted upon sandwiches that Carol fixed and while they were having some coffee, Lennie suggested that the two girls could move into the big house, if they wanted to and that way Norma could save all of the money that she would earn.
"We can rent the guest house to someone else," Lennie said. "It is just an idea but do think about it. You will be spending most of your time in the big house, you might as well live here."
"Lily has to go to school," Norma said, not too sensibly.
"The twins go to school, too," Lennie said. "The school bus picks them up right outside. You think it over. It might be a good idea. No hurry."
Their visit in the big house was a time of great cordiality and when they finally went back to the tittle guest house, Lily was very much impressed by the people they had met as well as the house itself.
Norma talked it all over with Lily while they did their housework and by the time the day was over, it had been pretty well decided that they would move into the big house and live there for as long as they could.
The following day, Carol and the boys helped them to make the move. They had very few possessions of their own and not very much clothing, but they moved what little they had into a big double room; but even before they were settled, Lennie suggested that each girl have her own private room.
"That way," he told Norma, "if you have to work late, or you want to, you can do so and be undisturbed."
That seemed to be good thinking and Norma would up with her own room on the second floor while Lily had a smaller room on the third floor. The twins were extremely cordial to her, Norma thought, and Carol offered to loan her anything that she might need in order to become settled in more comfortably and when she got a chance to talk to Lily, Norma was very much impressed by the happiness that her young sister displayed. Lily took to living in splendor with the easy adjustment that the very young seem to make.
She and Lily helped Carol with their dinner and they ate elegantly, sitting at a long dinner table in a dining room and the sparkling linen and gleaming china and good silver made Norma realize that she was living in a brand new world.
There was a light wine for dinner, too, and Norma tried to refuse tasting any of it but Lennie and Carol were insistent. Remembering the experiences she had encountered the last time she had something to drink she was timid, fearful, perhaps, and she tried to leave the wine alone. But, after she had tasted the first glass, she discovered that the pale fluid was delicious and she let Carol fill her glass again and again.
The dishes were dispatched easily and while the dishwasher dealt with them, she and Lily sat in the vast living room, watching the color television set. There were several good programs on and by the time the others were thinking of bed, she was almost asleep. Just before she said good night, Carol brought a tray to her and they all had some more wine. Carol laughed, wrinkling her nose, and promised that drinking the wine so close to bed time could be quite interesting.
"This wine affects some people very oddly," Carol said. "Some people have wild and very erotic dreams after drinking it."
"Now you tell me," Norma said, smiling.
The twins had gone to their beds a long time earlier and Lily had caved in much earlier, too. Carol and Lennie were with her sharing a nightcap and she was glad when they finally let her go off to her room. She was already beginning to feel a drowsy lassitude that she was quite candidly enjoying. She was tired and she'd had a busy day. She was beginning to enjoy a small measure of security for the first time in her life.
She climbed into her bed and she became one of those who were the victim of wild, erotic dreams after drinking the wine. But, there was a new element and a new dimension involved in her dreams. She was able to experience sensual and sexual experiences of remarkable depth and clarity and she enjoyed it all. That was odd, a very new dimension for her. After all, how could she find anything pleasant in a sexual experience? She had always been the ice maiden and she was not going to change, not ever.
The dream began in a very ordinary way, and it was not like the usual dream, where there was no beginning, no end, just bits and pieces of fantasy. This was orderly and she was kept quite busy for the entire night, it seemed.
It all began when Carol and Lennie entered her room and she thought that Carol was exceptionally lovely in a flowing, sheer peignoir that barely concealed any of the splendid body it was intended to hide. Carol smiled down at her and she held out her hand and Norma took it. Carol helped her to a sitting position and when the brunette took her pajama top into her fingers and opened it, baring the proud young breasts, Norma was not at all upset. She was filled with a sudden boldness that made her want to show her pretties to Lennie and Carol. Carol helped her to stand and she was passive as Carol's hands removed the lower half of her pajamas and then she was naked, gloriously naked, and filled with surging and demanding passions. She was so glad that it was just a dream because she would have been horribly embarrassed to have Carol and Lennie actually see her nude. She knew that she was probably much too modest, but, so long as she was dreaming she was glad that she could unwind and be comfortable with her own person.
"She is fantastically lovely, dear boy," Carol said to Lennie.
"Yes," he said, smiling at Carol, "she is. Very much so."
Lennie was wearing a robe and while she stood, smiling at him a bit uncertainly, he took her hand in his own, then he opened his robe and she saw that he was naked and he had an immense erection.
He placed her fingers around his huge organ and when he told her to move her hand up and down on his flesh she obeyed, happy in the knowledge that she was giving him pleasure. She glanced toward the doorway as she heard some strange sounds and she saw that the twins were there. They were setting up some lights and some cameras and they were filming the scene. She cried out in protest and Carol moved close to her. The brunette kissed her gently, sweetly, and she told Norma to be a good girl.
"It is only a dream, Norma, dear," Carol said. "It doesn't matter what happens in a dream. You know that. In the morning you will not even be able to remember any of this. So, just enjoy it all, and perhaps if you like these kind of dreams, we will have wine again with dinner every night."
Carol placed her delicate little hands on Norma's cool breasts and she found that she could enjoy the girl's touch. Lennie took his robe off and then he moved so that he could take Norma into his arms. They stood sideways so that the cameras could catch all of the action and then he was sliding his huge organ up into her and she was prancing on her toes, impaled and feeling him inside of her. He began moving his organ up and down in her tight sheath and then she was moaning and whimpering as feelings of exquisite pleasure came alive in her loins and she was becoming more and more aroused.
Lennie bent her backwards and she settled down upon the bed and he was screwing her, his hands holding her legs up around his waist. She could see the boys moving closer with handheld cameras and they were pushing the cameras close to her vulva and her intimate parts. It was just too real and she began to sob and weep and then a monumental onslaught of pure ecstasy began in her loins and her brain and she was coming and so was Lennie and she heard one of the boys commenting.
"Jesus," the boy said, "will you look at that bitch come. She must have been saving it up for the birds. Lennie sure is putting it to her good."
Carol was watching it all and she turned to glare at the boy.
"You just get it all," she said. "There will be lots more, but this is all good stuff. Don't miss any of it."
"I get horny," the young man said, "I kind of forget what I am doing. Mark does, too."
Carol smiled at both of the boys while Norma and Lennie were gasping and shivering and sweating with monumental burstings.
"They will have to rest," Carol said. "Take your pants down and I'll blow both of you. That should help you to keep your mind on your work. I'm ready to do it, too, after watching these two."
"Man, what'll it be like when we set the little sister up? I want some of that one myself," one of the twins said. The two boys were still working with their cameras, photographing Norma and Lennie from every possible angle.
Lennie collapsed on top of Norma and her legs dropped down and her feet touched the floor. Carol put her hands on the crotch of the nearest twin and as she began to open the boy's fly, Lennie spoke to her. He sat up, and pulled his dripping staff from Norma's overflowing well.
Carol bent forward and her tongue began licking Lennie's organ and her fingers began tickling his balls. He put his hand on her head and as she licked him and then sucked him into her mouth, he began moving his hips in a squirming, sensual way.
"I wanted Norma to suck the boys off so we could get it all on film," Lennie said, his voice a bit wavery as Carol's tongue and busy mouth did wonderful things to his sensitive flesh. She took her mouth away and then she kissed his lips and her tongue slipped into his mouth and as they kissed she was sucking his tongue and his fingers were busy with her little cleft and her hairless pubis.
"I will do the boys," Carol said, "and she can do them again later. If I don't relieve them in a hurry they are going to explode. So, I'll do it."
Lennie turned to look at Norma's opened legs and the thin red slit that she was exposing.
"I've got a better idea," he said. "I'll take one of the cameras and the twins can fuck her, one at a time. Then you can eat her and have a real feast while we are getting ready for more. That will all look good on film."
"All right," Carol said. She was beginning to squirm as his fingers stirred her deeply and she was kissing him eagerly, hotly. He pushed himself away from her with a little laugh. He took the camera from one of the twins and the young man dropped his pants. and moved into the V of Norma's opened legs. He began inserting a very large cock into her and she wriggled her hips and thrust her bottom forward, forcing all of him into her slippery little well. The boy began screwing her eagerly, frenziedly and she could feel every nerve and nerve ending screaming for sweet release and then the boy was bursting, spattering within her and she was coming, too, her whole being enveloped in a new and very wonderful type of ecstatic frenzy. She hardly noticed it when the boy withdrew and his brother began screwing her.
She was able to experience many lush and vibrant orgasms and then she felt Carol's sweet young mouth against her overwrought flesh and she was able to writhe and quiver and twitch in a brand new type of pleasurable sensation.
It went on and on and she was filled with a sense of revulsion when one of the boys pushed his stiff organ into her mouth and she obeyed Carol's sweet voice telling her to move her head up and down with the boy's penis in her mouth and then when the young man's organ ejaculated, she swallowed the material and she knew that Carol and Lennie were very well pleased with her. She accepted Lennie's organ too, and then the other young boy was eager and ready to offer himself to her.
"I think she's a natural cocksucker, darling," Carol said to Lennie; Norma, hearing the compliment, was filled with a sense of great pride. She tried to do all of the things that they might want of her because she liked all of them and it wasn't their fault that she was so cold and sexually sterile.
It seemed to her that the dream was with her for most of the night and she had done everything imaginable and when she woke in the morning she remembered some of the details of the dream and she was overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment.
She sat up in her bed and lit a cigarette and when she heard a tapping on her door, she clutched her pajama top and made sure that she was quite properly dressed.
Carol came into her room. She was wearing a big smile and an old faded robe. She had a pot of coffee and some toast on a tray. She set the tray on the night stand and Norma felt good when she saw that there were two cups.
Carol said, "I got us both some coffee. How did you sleep?"
Norma knew that she was blushing and she hated herself for being so vulnerable. She told Carol that she had not slept too well.
"I don't think I want any more of that wine," she said, grimly. "I had some very wild dreams. Awful dreams. I did all sorts of hideous things. It was really terrible."
"I know," Carol said. "I had awful dreams, too. But, I think that I can enjoy it all. I mean, I know that it is a dream and no one will ever know the terrible things I have been doing in my dreams so I get a kick out of it. Don't you?"
"Oh, lord no," Norma said. "I am very reserved and frigid, I guess. I know the boys all said that when I was going to school. I don't know why I am the way I am, but there isn't anything that I can do about it."
"That's a shame," Carol said. She sipped her coffee and then she helped herself to one of Norma's cigarettes. "It is very early. Everyone else is asleep. I woke up and I just thought that you might be awake, too, so I brought us some coffee. Are you going to start on your new job today?"
"I don't know," Norma said. She was suddenly very uncomfortable, aware that the details of the night were much too distinct and she could not erase the memories from her mind. She was very disorganized and upset and she wished that Carol would go away and leave her so that she could rid her mind of the dreams and the bits and pieces that still lingered in her brain. She stared at the lovely brunette and she remembered that she had dreamed that Carol was naked in her bed and she had been appalled when she saw the hairless pelvis, the tiny little mole that was on the bald pubis, just above the delicately sculptured cleft of girl flesh that was the very beginning of Carol's sex.
"I have to go," she said, almost plaintively.
"So go," Carol said. "The bathroom for this suite is right there.
Just open that door. Didn't you know?"
Norma shook her head. "No," she said. "I haven't used it yet."
She pushed the covers down and then she got out of bed and she stood for a moment on legs that were suddenly weak. Carol was standing beside the bed, watching her. She lit another cigarette and smiled at Norma as she started for the private bathroom that was part of her new suite. Norma was very worried about things, not at all sure that she had dreamed the wild nightmare sex games after all.
She was busy in the bathroom for a long time, and she was hoping that Carol would have left her by the time she got back into bed. Finally, she did return to her bedroom and she was alone. There was some coffee in the pot and she poured that for herself. Then she settled back in the bed, and as she thought further about her vivid dreams and the awful things that she had done during the night, she knew that it had to be just a dream.
After all, she just wasn't that type of girl.
Chapter Three
Norma dressed in slacks, blouse and sandals. She intended to begin doing the work that she had been hired for, but when she got downstairs she smelled the enticing fragrances of bacon and coffee and she found Lennie and Carol in the kitchen.
"Hi," Lennie said, with his charming grin. "Sit down and have some breakfast. We've got lots of eggs and bacon and coffee. And I want to talk with you."
She smiled at him, shyly, and when she sat down and looked at his nice, friendly face she knew that her dreams had been nothing but that. Lennie was much too nice to do the things that her wild imagination had thought up. Carol was smiling as she watched Lennie's admiring gaze practically devouring Norma.
"It is fantastic," he said, apologetically. "You are so lovely it is incredible."
His admiration embarrassed her and she was glad when he turned his attention to other matters. She ate and he explained something of what he had in mind to her.
"This place is loaded with pictures that are originals and worth a great deal of money. My uncle was a very wealthy man and he put a great deal of money into possessions. Now I am faced with the task of cataloguing everything and disposing of it.
"What I would like you to do is to locate the most valuable stuff and identify it for us so that we may dispose of it. In the den you will find all sorts of catalogues so the work is really a matter of you finding the most expensive pieces and pointing them out to us. Do you think that you can do that?"
"I'm sure I can," Norma said.
"We have already disposed of some of the paintings but there we were able to deal with experts. The otner treasures in this house you will find for us."
Carol was sitting in the breakfast nook having breakfast, too. She smiled at Norma as she said that they would help as much as they could, but most of the work would fall upon Norma's shoulders.
"That's all right," she said. "That's what you are hiring me for. I will manage."
A moment later, Lily wandered into the kitchen. She was not yet entirely awake and she sat down at the table, her tee shirt and too tight jeans showing off her very young, very ripe body. Norma felt that she would have to say something to Lily about her too tight clothing. She would have plenty of chance to talk with Lily while they were working together.
The twins arrived a few minutes later and the kitchen became a noisy place as everybody talked and ate at the same time. She was a bit surprised to learn that Lennie had the day planned for everyone and she was not going to have Lily with her, after all. Carol would work with her and Lily and the twins were going into the local town to get food and supplies.
"We will deliver a few pieces that I have already sold," Lennie said. "and I will keep the young ones with me. They can help me with what I have to do."
Norma began her work as soon as she was finished with breakfast. Lily and the twins cleaned up the kitchen and Lennie was very busy loading up a small panel truck that he had in the garage. Carol went into the library with her and showed her where all of the catalogues were. She was decidedly helpful.
They had little to do with the art works. Lennie had already made arrangements to sell every piece of art in the place. Carol said that they would spend most of their time, to start with, going through the books. The previous owner had obviously spent fortunes on first editions and prized pieces.
"That's what we have to do," Carol said. "We have to identify and itemize all of the books. Then Lennie can know what they are worth before he offers them for sale."
They worked well together, Norma thought. She liked Carol and at one point, when they took time out for a smoke, she sat back and looked at the beautiful brunette and she was amazed to realize that Carol was really spectacularly lovely. Her long brown hair hung straight down her back and framed her face like an arch. She parted it in the middle and she used eye makeup and lipstick sparingly. There was a quality of softness and warmth in Carol's big brown eyes and her slow, almost sensuous smile often made her seem exceptionally ethereal and unbelievably lovely. Carol noticed that she was looking at her rather intently and she blushed. Norma laughed, a bit self-consciously.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. But, you are so pretty. It just dawned on me."
"Thank you," Carol said.
They were sitting on the carpeting, looking at the catalogues and Carol got to her feet with an effort. She stood, smiling, as she looked down at Norma.
"I'll get us some coffee," Carol said. "I'll be right back."
She decided that she liked Carol and she was glad to have her for a friend. She tried to remember the horrid dream that she had had about Carol and the others and when she tried to remember what Carol had looked like in her dream and without her clothes, she was abruptly ashamed. She was becoming a really weird one. She was still blushing when Carol brought the tray with the coffee things into the library.
Carol didn't notice any change in Norma's complexion, apparently.
"They've gone," she said. "Now we have the house to ourselves. And I, for one, am glad. It gets so noisy with those twins around."
They took time out for some coffee and then they resumed work again.
There were hundreds of books and each one had to be examined and authenticated. Norma held a copy of a book in her hand that was devoted to witchcraft and Satanism and while it was a beautifully bound volume and in mint condition, Norma was not prepared to discover that that particular book was said to be worth twelve thousand dollars. She placed the book on the glass-topped desk and she gazed at Carol a bit uncertainly.
"What was the name of Lennie's uncle?" she asked.
"Lorimer Todd," Carol said. "Why?"
She was getting down some more books and dusting them off. She paused as she answered Norma's question, and lit a cigarette.
"It says in the catalogue that the only known copy of this book belongs to Lorimer Todd," Norma said. "That's why. This little beauty is worth twelve thousand dollars."
Carol nodded and her big, brown eyes were even larger than usual. "I know," she said. "This guy spent all kinds of money and time on the weirdest stuff. Set that aside so Lennie can peddle it right away."
Norma placed the book on a far corner of the desk and she felt a twinge of sadness, knowing that the volume would be sold on the open market. It was really none of her business but it did disturb her sense of the fitness of things.
The others of the household were gone for most of the day and when she and Carol took time out for a late lunch, Norma realized that she had taken on quite a job of work. She was weary and the work was just beginning. They dawdled at lunch and Norma learned that Carol was barely eighteen years of age. Lennie was twenty-seven and he and Carol belonged to the new breed. They considered marriage old fashioned and Carol had a lot of ideas about marriage and sex she was willing to discuss.
"I think that the thrills and pleasures the human body can experience because of sexual activity represents the ultimate in pleasures and sensations available to mankind."
Norma listened to Carol and she did not argue. She was tempted to say that many people simply did not feel that way about sex and the sensual pleasures but she could not bring herself to say such things. Carol was watching her rather intently and she had the feeling that Carol was deliberately trying to shock her.
"Lennie is the kind of guy who loves cunt. That's the way he is. The boys are still too young and too timid to decide about the things that they will like best, I suppose, but we expect that they will want to go off and get married. In the meanwhile, they stay with us and Lennie sends them to school and lets them earn some money working around the house."
She told Carol, finally, that she didn't., like to talk about sex or anything connected with it. Carol just smiled at her and she began talking about other things.
The day passed pleasantly and Norma was sure that they had accomplished a great deal. There were stacks of expensive books identified and evaluated and when Lennie and the twins and Lily returned from their trip to the city, Lennie suggested that they load the books that could be disposed of right away. While they worked at that, Carol and Norma fixed some dinner.
The house was well stocked with food and after dinner, everyone had some wine and she felt rather silly, refusing each time Carol tried to serve some to her. She finally accepted a glass and she sat with the others watching a program on the color television set. By the time the late news came on she was feeling the wine and she had to admit that it gave her a warm, sensual feeling and she was almost able to enjoy it.
Lily went off to her own room and to bed and the twins went upstairs, too; Carol was sitting in one of the big arm chairs and Lennie was lying on the couch. When Norma finally excused herself and said that she was going to bed they said good night and she went off to her own room.
She was feeling drunk. But, she didn't mind. It was such a nice sensation. She got into her night clothes and she faced the possibility to wild, sexy dreams with little real interest. She was not able to control her dreams and anything that she did in her dreams was not something that she could be held responsible for, anyway. Too, she was beginning to think that she might be turning into the type of person represented by the young man who when asked by his psychiatrist if he was ever bothered by evil and improper thoughts finally replied.
"No, I kind of enjoy 'em."
She suspected, privately, that she was able to wreak a great deal of vicarious pleasure from her nocturnal fantasies. And so she crawled into her bed uncaring about what was ahead for her in dreamland. As she slid into a deep slumber, she worried for a moment that her lovely dreams would not come to her at all.
She knew that she was sleeping soundly and restfully when her dream began. There were certain repetitious characteristics of the dream that she could recognize and accept. Like her previous nighttime phantasmagoria, she was in her room and the people that she had only recently met were eventually involved. But this dream differed slightly in that she was made to suffer for her depravity.
It seemed to her that it all began when Lennie entered her room. He was alone and he was wearing a long, black silk robe. He had the lights on in her room and when he came to her on the bed it seemed perfectly natural for her to let him take her hand and pull her up into a sitting posit ion. He removed the top of her pajamas and when he handled her breasts she heard her self gasping and moaning in exquisite sexual excitement. He bent his head forward and then he was kissing her nipples and sucking them. He took her hand and he held it for a moment. He lifted his face and then he was kissing her lips and she was responding with an indecent ardor. She was so glad that she was dreaming because the things that they were doing were really awful and she was not sickened by any of it.
He did something with his hands and then his robe was wide open and when he put her hand upon his stiff cock she was not really surprised. She seemed to know just what to do with it. He told her to move her hand up and down and she did it and each time she squeezed his organ when she moved her hand upwards, a small drop of fluid oozed out of the tiny opening in the head of his cock. She giggled as he pushed her head down until her lips were touching the tip of his organ. She moved her tongue and then she was tasting him and as his fluids encountered her taste buds, she shivered and then she was suddenly avid, an animal, fiercely eager to use her mouth and her tongue on his organ to secure the nectar she suddenly desired. He was holding her head in his hands and he was telling her how to do what she was doing expertly and she wondered how she could know so much about sex and fellatio and all of the things that she seemed able to do in her dreams.
She knew that the psychologists were con-. vinced that all inhibitions could be ignored when the individual was in a dream state and she was glad of that. She would probably pay for her nocturnal sins-horribly in the morning. She had not suffered too greatly in the past, whenever she had erotic and elaborate dreams, but that could set in at any time. She knew that she was beset by guilt feelings all the time. Even when she was filled with sexual turmoil and excitements too great to contain and she used her fingers to ease the torments in her, the exaggerated feelings of guilt beat her down like a burden far beyond her ability to carry.
The degree of pleasure that she could enjoy because of what she was doing surprised her. She lost most of her reservations very rapidly and it seemed that she became wanton and sexually frenzied in a very short time. She was moving her head up and down and then she was swallowing him every now and then as his preliminary juices flooded her mouth and excited her beyond her ability to control herself. She was shaking and quivering and then he was, too.
She could hear him talking to her and he was half crazed with exaggerated sensation and it pleased her to know that she was providing ecstasy for him. He was talking to her and she was hearing him but she was having difficulty making sense of his words.
"Suck, baby," he was saying, "suck hard now. OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, Baby, that's it. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH Man, I'm gonna make it. OOOOOHHHHHHHH, Baby, that's it, lick it and suck and OOOOOOOHHHH, I'm MAKING IT. That'S IT, AAAAAHHHHHHH, OHHHH, LORDY, YOU DID IT AAHHHHH."
It seemed to her then that he fell backwards and she was still sucking him and she was still shivering and shaking and she knew that she had swallowed him, devouring him as avidly as any desert traveler might drink. She was so glad that she was involved in a dream because she could not live with herself it she could actually do such things in real life. But, it seemed that she could do them quite expertly when asleep.
She wondered if he was going to be her only visitor for the night and the dream and it seemed that he was. She lost track of things for a bit and then he was sitting up on the bed with her and they were both naked.
He was fondling her breasts and the way the tiny, rock hard nipples popped out of their soft little nests shamed her. She was so responsive when she was asleep. She could feel his touch in every nerve ending in the satin smooth skin of her breast and it was a very nice sensation. She worried for a moment, wondering if she was becoming a nocturnal voluptuary. She decided that she probably was beginning to enjoy the wild erotic dreams and fantasies that she could experience when she went to sleep. She felt a moment of deep unhappiness when she decided that any girl who had to get her kicks in her sleep was certainly in very bad shape.
Lennie was still with her and when he took her into his arms she found that she could enjoy the sensation of being held in a man's arms. She wriggled herself against his naked body and when her own nudity touched his she could feel a grand sensation of sheer sexual pleasures. His hands slid downwards and then he was slipping his finger into her wet opening and she was writhing and twisting and squirming like a worm. Each time his finger thrust up inside of her, his hand mashed her clitoris and rubbed it and she knew that she was spilling a little bit of her own special brand of sweetness and that delighted her. She knew that dreams had a way of falling apart and breaking up into segments and she was not at all surprised when he moved and then he was kissing her sexual flesh and his tongue was sliding up inside of her. She shuddered with a massive spasm of pure erotic splendor and then she spent herself as wildly as any maiden in heat. Something had changed and she could feel his hard cock in her mouth, she was tasting the sap that he expelled and then he was drowning her and she started devouring him and her own glands and loins reacted and she spent herself anew. Her orgasm was one of great magnitude and she was not able to keep her mind on the things that were taking place within the corrupted corridors of her mind.
She was suddenly aware that Carol and the boys were in the room with her and Carol slipped out of the robe that she was wearing and she was able to see -the glorious body that she remembered from her previous dreams. She stared at Carol's nudity quite candidly, admiring the creamy white texture of flawless skin, the plump bullet-shaped breasts, the shallow cleft of bewitching flesh with the tiny mole above its crevice. Carol climbed onto her bed and she could see the small petals of palest pink that protruded like tiny bits of coral hiding and guarding the place of purest ecstasies.
Carol sat up and she could see the young girl's sexual machinery and it appalled her to realize that she liked looking at Carol's most intimate parts. Carol had her knees drawn up and she was resting her chin on her knees and when Lennie slipped his fingers into the cleft that she was displaying so fetchingly, she gasped and she began to squirm. Lennie bent forward and he was kissing Carol's soft little mouth and Norma was enthralled as she watched them but, she was not allowed to rest for very long. One of the twins forced his rigid cock into her mouth and the other one was shoving his hard organ into her sexual opening and she was writhing and threshing in the throes of an exceptionally sweet anguish. The boys took turns with her, and before she could empty his loins with her mouth, it was his turn to insert his organ into her person and she was able to enjoy long, drawn out periods of excited copulation with each of the boys while she watched Carol and Lennie doing the same thing beside her.
She drifted into an atmosphere of purest bliss and it seemed that she was floating on a cloud of fluffy happiness and her body was glowing and teeming with lovely erotic thrills and she just didn't care about anything or anybody.
There was a time when she found that Carol's lovely mouth was glued to her sexual organ and Carol's tongue and crawling mouth were driving her insane with pure ecstasy. She knew that Carol was feasting upon the nectar that had been buried deep within her loins and she didn't mind. She liked Carol and she was glad that Carol liked making love to her. She was sure that she was drunk, filled with erotic zeal and a new willingness to enjoy the outrageously delightful thrills that she could experience in her sleep.
She seemed to know that the twins were taking turns screwing Carol as the brunette knelt and feasted busily upon Norma's sexual juices, so she was prepared when Lennie pushed his huge cock into her mouth. She began licking him and sucking him and he was patting her head and murmuring words of encouragement and instruction to her. He was sliding his organ in and out of her mouth and she could taste him and she could feel the throbbing beginnings of his orgasm and then he was drenching her throat and she was coming in Carol's mouth and Carol was screaming as she tried to devour Norma's flesh. And, worst of all, she could hear her own voice, loudly proclaiming her beginning splendor in weird, broken sentences.
"AAAAAhhhh," she was saying, "I'm coming, Oh, Golly, I'M COMINGGGGGGGGGG. OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHA, I'M making it. I AM MAKING IT BIG .... OOOOHHHHHH, AAAAAHHHH. That's it. THAT'S IT!" She fell back against the sheets and she was soaked and so was the bed. The others were recovering from their own splendid orgasms and when Carol bent above Norma and she felt the wetness of the girl's kiss upon her Iips she tried to hold on to things but she could not do it. Carol's mouth kissed her with a warmth and affection that she liked and then she was gone, drifting off into seas that waited, seething and glowing in the depths of deepest sleep.
She was certain that she had fallen into a long shaft of utter darkness and her dreams vanished and her body rested and she had no awareness of anything until Carol came into her room with the morning sunshine behind her, and she woke and matched the bright smile on Carol's pretty face.
She remembered the details of her dreams for a moment or two, then like a spot that reacts to its remover, memory dimmed out and was gone and she woke fully, alert and happy and eager for breakfast and the work that would fill the day.
Carol was wrapped in a faded robe and she had come in to tell Norma that breakfast was ready and on the table. Norma got out of bed and she flashed a smile at Carol. Then she disappeared into her bathroom.
She was conscious of weariness as she stood under the shower and she wondered if the warm water was a soporific. She turned the valve that made the stream colder and that made her feel better.
Her body was alive with aches and pains and twinges of one sort or another and she wondered if the bed she was sleeping in was too soft. She had heard that a soft bed could do lots of damage to the body. Maybe that was her trouble.
She spent too much time, probably, on dressing in pretty clothes, brushing her hair, applying makeup. For some reason she wanted to look her very best when she joined the others for breakfast.
She succeeded, it seemed, because the admiring looks that the others gave her when she sat down in the nook were decidedly complimentary. Carol smiled at her and she stepped aside as Lily showed up and slid into a seat.
Norma was amazed by the change that had taken place in Lily. She was all made up to look much older than she was. She wore eye makeup and deep red lipstick, her sharply pointed nails looked like they were dripping blood and there were twin patches of rouge on Lily's round cheeks. She smiled at Norma and Lily's big blue eyes danced with mischief.
Lily was wearing a tight tee shirt and when she looked at the shape of Lily's breasts, practically visible, Norma was shocked. She was tempted to say something to Lily but she did not do it. Her little sister was growing up and there was nothing that she could do to prevent that. Lily would do all right. Always.
The twins were staring at Lily's chest and seeing their very frank interest in her little sister's structure made her very nervous. Carol finished putting the food on the table and then she sat down with everybody else and they began eating.
Lennie asked Norma what her plans were for the day and she told him that she would like to go into the town and get some reference books from the library.
"You don't have enough books here?" Lennie asked, smiling.
Norma matched his smile as she explained. "There are lots of books here for our purposes," she said. "But, unfortunately, many of them are out of date. The library can give us prices that are right up to the minute."
"Well," Lennie said, "we do want to be right up to the minute."
It was decided that Lennie would drop her off at the town library and Carol would pick her up two hours later. Norma was quite sure that she could accomplish her purposes in that time. Too, she had other errands that she wanted to take care of. She thought that she should stop off at the place where she had been working and let them know that she would not be back.
It was a Monday morning and everything in town would be open and she could get all of her errands done. When she explained all of that to Lennie he told her to take her time and do whatever she had to do. They would drop her off at the library and she could be on her own from then on.
Lennie and the twins loaded all of the books and the other items that she had evaluated into the panel truck and then they drove out of the big estate and into the town. Lennie told her that he and the twins would be gone for most of the day but Carol would pick her up in two hours.
She used a public telephone to place a call to her previous employer and it made her feel good to realize that the people who had employed her wanted her to stay with them. They were very cordial and when she finally persuaded her boss that she was quitting because she had a much better job, she gave them the new address and they promised to send her final check there.
The library was not a very large one. It was run by a little old lady with white hair piled high on her head and ancient, probably valuable rings on her skinny fingers. She talked with the woman about the books that she wanted to borrow and she got the feeling that she knew more about books than the librarian. After all, hadn't she spent some time in the extensive library at home?
She located the books that she sought, then she used her best powers of persuasion and her school library card as a means of getting the books out of the building. She managed it, finally, and when she started walking toward a drug store a few blocks away, she noticed that a very nice-looking young man with dark curly hair and big brown eyes seemed to be very much interested in her. He had been hanging around her when she was in the library and when she left with her books, he followed her.
There was a bench at the bus stop and she decided that she would sit down and pretend to be waiting for a bus. That should get rid of him. The bench sat back from the sidewalk and she sank down onto it a bit gratefully. It was a glorious morning and she could sit and watch traffic and enjoy the warmth of the sunshine and the beauty of the day.
The young man sat down beside her. He pulled out a wallet and flashed a gold badge under her nose, unnerving her.
"You are under arrest, Miss," he said, quietly. "Come along with me, please."
He stood up and she twisted so that she could look up at him. She was just too astonished to move. He was waiting for her impatiently.
"I don't understand," she said. "I haven't done anything to be arrested for. I know that I haven't."
He looked to be cold and unyielding and she was very close to tears. She had no idea why she was being arrested but there was not very much that she could do but obey him.
She stood up and he led the way to a nice looking car. He opened the door and she got in and then he drove the car away from there and it didn't dawn on her for some time that they were heading out of town. He was not taking her to police headquarters and when she realized that, she asked him where he was taking her.
He looked at her and then he smiled and she liked him very much. He was nice and kind and very good-looking and she wished that he was not arresting her.
"I'm not a regular cop," he said. "I am an insurance company investigator. I have been following you ever since you and the others left the Todd house. You just don't look like a crook to me. Why have you gotten mixed up in that kind of thing?"
She stared at him with such an astonished gaze that he began to look a lot less sure of himself. He stopped the car and then he turned so that he could face her.
"You knew that Lennie Burke is looting that big house, didn't you?" he asked. "You are one of them, aren't you?"
She was stunned, and when she tried to speak, to explain that she had nothing to do with what Lennie was doing, the lie stuck in her throat. She was telling him just what pieces to steal and dispose of first.
He lit a cigarette and she took it from him. She puffed on the cigarette and then she was much improved.
"I didn't know," she said, helplessly. "I had no idea."
"I am so glad," he said. "You don't look like a thief."
He was looking at her much too carefully, and she could see that he liked her and thought her pretty. And she was glad.
"Lennie told me that his uncle died and left everything to him and he hired me and my sister to catalogue and evaluate his inheritance. I didn't know that I was doing anything wrong."
"No one died," the young man said. "The Todds are in Eruope for a vacation and while they are away, Lennie and the others are looting the Todd estate. And you are helping them."
She stared at him and then it became too much to bear and the tears spilled over and began sliding down her cheeks. He reached out and took her into his arms while she wept and she was very much aware of his interest in her and his embrace.
It was a very nice place to be.
Chapter Four
In a way, Lily supposed, having a square sister like Norma was a real burden. Norma was really very pretty and she had a shape that just wouldn't quit, but she was so damned straightlaced it was like a sickness with her.
Lily moved around her room, cleaning things up and she wondered what her dear sweet sister would do or say if she knew about the things that took place in Lily's third floor room.
She liked to think about such things. It made her feel good all over and she could get a repeat thrill out of just thinking about sex and all of its joys.
She looked up as Carol came into her room and she flashed a smile at the gorgeous young brunette. She liked Carol and she knew that Carol liked her. She was pretty sure that Carol was more lesbian than anything else. She went both ways and enjoyed doing it but she really burned up when she got a girl's pussy in her mouth. She even admitted that she liked going down on a girl better than anything else and that seemed to be the truth.
"Hi," Carol said, smiling as she sat down in one of the chairs in Lily's room. She took a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her skirt and she lit one, then held out the pack.
"Don't you tell Norma how much I smoke," Lily said, "she always gives me a lecture."
Carol laughed. "I won't tell your sister any of the things that you do. You know I won't."
"How long will she be gone?" Lily asked, crisply.
"At least for two hours. I thought that I would come up and visit with you for a while. We are all alone in the house."
"I know what you came up here for," Lily said.
She stood in front of Carol and gazed into the soft brown eyes as she crossed her arms and then lifted her tee shirt over her head. Her breasts bounced free and she could see the quick gleam of interest in Carol's eyes as she stared at the lovely young pretties. Lily went close and she rubbed her breasts against Carol's face and she giggled when the brunette moaned and then put her hands on the twin bullets. Lily felt her nips popping out and they were straining so hard that they were hurting her. When Carol's mouth captured one of them and she sucked fiercely on it, some of the pain eased and she quickly told her to suck the other one too.
She unhooked her skirt and it slid to the floor and when she fell backwards onto her bed she was stark naked, eager for the wet little kisses and clinging lovemaking that Carol's mouth always yearned to provide. Carol fell too and she was on top of Lily and the way she was kissing and licking her breasts, Lily knew that the pretty brunette was building up to a grand and glorious time of exceptional ecstasies. She could feel the quickening spasms in her crotch and as Carol's mouth sucked at her breast, and the girl's expert tongue stimulated the hard little nipple, Lily could feel the swift, convulsive pleasures of a grand orgasm. She was twisting her head from side to side, wallowing in the thrilling troughs of new and exaggerated joys and she could feel Carol's fingers on her breasts and she yearned to feel the girl's mouth elsewhere. She was writhing in agonized bliss and she was beyond speech, so she simply put her hands on Carol's head and she pushed her downwards. Carol was eager to make the pilgrimage, too, and as she felt the girl's wet little kisses on her belly and her pubis, she gave herself up to the pure ecstasies of voluptuous thrills.
There was something feral in the way Carol went about things and she always had the feeling that she was feeding the girl by exuding excessive amounts of sexual fluids. She was convinced that Carol's tongue and artistry forced her to exude much more of her nectars than she would ordinarily, but she was in exquisite fermentation all the while that Carol's clinging mouth sucked her sap from her. She was quite willing to surrender herself to Carol's skills and the thrills and pleasures that she would enjoy would be fantastic and quite beyond endurance. They would be just too much.
After a while, when ecstasy waned, she would call a halt and then she would undress a pliant and willing Carol and she would feast upon the excessive sweetness that Carol's loins would expel all the while she was making love to Lily. And then they would have a grand and glorious sixty-nine and feast upon each other and there would be time for some of the cute little refinements that Carol knew all about and was willing to teach.
Perhaps Carol would spank her and treat her to the incomparable pleasures of cunnilingus afterwards. Carol had taught her that orgasms induced in loins that have been agitated and overstimulated by hairbrush or paddle, could be the most excruciating ecstasy of all. And, she could enjoy it immensely if Carol spanked her first and then sucked her off a few times afterwards. Carol was the kind who seemed to find the greatest joy in providing pleasures for others and she kind of loved her for that characteristic.
She was squirming and twisting and turning as Carol's tongue darted in and out of her cunt and she could feel the soft lips working and molding her clit and she knew that she was cresting, rising toward an impossible sensual rapture and she could hear herself as orgasm neared. Suddenly she lost control.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH," she yelped, "I'm coming! I'm going TO DO IT ... I'M BURSTING, OOOOOHHHHHH, GOLLY, AAAAHHHHH, THAT'S IT, OH, YES, THAT'S IT... NOW! ... OH, OH, OH, OH ... AAAHHHHH."
She knew that she was flaking out and that Carol kept right on with her busy tongue and eager hungers. She was like the cat that spills the milk and licks it up from the floor. She hated to stop.
She could feel Carol's tongue sliding far up inside of her, stretching the walls of her sheath and it was a nice feeling. It was even nicer when Lennie and the boys stretched her and Carol licked and sucked and feasted on the fruits of many sessions of fucking and sucking. She shivered with an excess of pleasure as she came anew and drenched Carol's probing, seeking tongue.
She liked to lie still and let Carol's mouth and tongue induce beautiful pleasures within her body. She liked to get her cunt sucked and licked while she did nothing but think about horny things and the kind of things that were happening to her now. She still liked to remember the first night that she had spent in this house. That had been a time of grand pleasures and all sorts of fun.
Norma had gone to bed and she had, too. Her new room was on the third floor of the big house and she liked being up there close to the stars and the moon. She got into the big bed that was in her room and she began thinking about the groovy guy who had come to the guest house and she liked him. But, she liked his twin brother, too, and she would never be able to tell' them apart, probably. But, just thinking about the guy got her turned on and she began doing it for herself. The way she went about it became a big thing. She kept herself hairless down there and she liked to rub her smooth pubis and then she would slide her fingers into the deep little slit and smear some of the goo on her crotch. She liked the way it felt when she did that.
Once she got going she would bend her head down as far as she could and her left hand would lift her breast up so that she could suck on the pretty little nipple herself. That really turned her on and she would always shake and shiver and when orgasm was close, she would bite her own nipple and the excruciating pangs of an intense orgasm would send her off into delirium. It was something that she liked doing and each time she did it, the orgasm was always more intense, more wonderful.
She did it too much, she knew, but playing with herself was the type of activity that furnished her with the most marvelous joys and she could begin masturbating in the morning and still be occupied with the same sort of pleasures when she finally fell asleep at midnight. She became intensely aroused in her new bed and thinking about the twins made her even more excited. She was groaning and gasping, caught in a sexual frenzy of unusual bliss when her bedroom door opened and Carol and the twins walked in on her.
The bed covers shielded her twat somewhat, but she could see that the boys and Carol knew what she had been doing. She clutched the bedclothes tightly to her and she tried to sit up and gather her faculties so that she could cope with intruders.
Carol sat down on the side of her bed and smiled at Lily. The boys were wearing their bathrobes and Lily noticed then that Carol was wearing a robe, too.
She was not really surprised when Carol reached out and grasped the edge of the covers in her hands. Lily was staring at the boys with a fascinated gaze and she just could not make herself believe that the others had actually come into her room. It was very much like a dream.
She was helpless to resist and when Carol drew the covers away from her body and she saw them all staring at her naked breasts she sat up straighter, forcing her breasts into their greatest posture of beauty. Her nipples were so hard and so excited they were close to bursting. Carol put a palm beneath each breast and smiled as Lily moaned with great pleasure.
"Lennie will be along in a minute or two," Carol said. "He is taking a shower and he will make sure that your sister is sound asleep and won't be able to come up here and bother us."
Lily licked her lips and she had difficulty with her speech.
"How can you be sure that Norma will stay put?" she asked.
Carol squeezed the firm young breasts in her hands and leaned forward to kiss Lily right on the lips. The effect was-electrifying.
"We gave her something to make sure that she sleeps soundly. Later on, maybe, we will call on her, too, and have fun with her, but the stuff she took will make it all seem like a dream and she won't remember any of it. We just like to have a little fun once in a while."
Carol twisted so that she could reach out and undo the sash on each of the boy's robes. The robes opened and Lily's eyes almost popped out of her head as she stared at the two huge pricks standing stiffly and quivering with eagerness. Carol was smiling at her with an arch, naughty-girl look in her big brown eyes. She took Lily's hands and placed them on the young prongs and she laughed softly as Lily's hands began manipulating the two pricks with expert zeal.
"I was sure about you," Carol said, happily. "I just knew that you were a little hotpants. Now, let go of those lovely toys you have and get out of bed. I want the boys to see you, all of you. And, Lennie will be along in a moment. He will want to make love to you first."
Lily enjoyed getting out of the bed and standing so that the boys could look at her. They were eager to put their hands on her smooth pubis and she was just as eager to have them do it. She was standing in the middle of her bedroom being inspected by the twins and Carol when Lennie entered her room, and she experienced a new and special thrill as she turned around so that he could see all of her body. She was proud of her young beauty, convinced that hers was a lush and vibrant loveliness even in spite of her youth. Or because of it.
Lennie laughed as he reached for her and when he pulled her close to him, she could feel his immense hardon even through his robe. Carol was watching them as Lennie kissed her and then he was kissing her breasts and sucking them. Carol told the twins that they could take their robes off and then she stood and took hers off.
In spite of the things that Lennie was doing to her, Lily looked Carol's nude body over very carefully. She was tempted to laugh when she saw the hairless crotch, the tiny mole in such an interesting place and she felt her skin prickling and crawling as Lennie dropped his robe onto the floor and she could see his big cock bristling and dribbling as he pulled her close to him.
He did something to her with his hands between her legs and then she felt his rod sliding into her and she lost control of herself and she knew that she was lost, utterly and completely lost on a new and delightful sea of unspecified lusts.
When he fell backwards onto the bed, she was on top of him, crouched and eager to work her little hips and pelvis until the insidious anguish and fevers within her loins eased. One of the boys mounted her from the rear and she could feel his stiff prick sliding into her rear opening. She had spent hours with the handle of a hair brush in her rectum and now when the boy shoved his cock into her, there was no pain. Only a crawly, squirmy sort of special extra ecstasy and sensual furor and she was coming steadily, her words loud and clear in the gasping, squealing splendor that she was enjoying at the moment.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, THAT'S NICE," she was saying. "I CAN'T TELL WHERE I LIKE IT BEST ... OOOOOOHHHHHH, GIVE IT TO ME. GIVE IT TO ME. LET ME BURST, LET ME BLOW APART, OOOOHHH, THAT'S NICE. OOOOHHH, I'M GOING... I'M GOING. I'M COMING, OOOOOHHHHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT."
"I think she's passed out." She could hear Carol's words but she couldn't move. She wanted to tell them that she was perfectly all right. She was feeling everything, enjoying everything. But, she was too far out. She could hear them, though, and she was still writhing and shifting her body, enjoying the sensations of the two pricks in her. She could hear Lennie telling Carol that the boy had popped at the same moment that he had and feeling two spurting prongs in her was apparently just too much for the lovely little Lily.
She twisted her head to one side and she saw that the other boy was kneeling close to her. When he shoved his rigid cock at her, she opened her mouth and she began sucking him contentedly while Carol laid close to her other side and necked with Lennie.
She could hear the boy moaning and whimpering as her busy tongue began an assault upon tender flesh. She was tasting the juices that he was exuding and it affected her oddly, making her avid for more. She was using her fingers and her mouth and her tongue and when the boy gushed into her mouth she swallowed him as casually as any experienced whore. She was eager for more and more, and always more and she just kept right on sucking his organ and he made no objection.
Carol was the one to object. She pulled Lily away from the boy and she told Lennie that they would have to conserve their energies if they were going to go through with their plans.
Lennie was holding her in his arms and he was kissing her and Lily knew that she was responding to his kisses with great shudders and exquisite paroxysms of sheer bliss. She was having a grand time and there were so many things that she wanted to do, but she was not allowed to do them.
She was not quite sensible about things and then, she was on the bed, an inert heap, and she knew that Carol was eating her and it was a thrilling, glorious experience and she was spilling her juices onto Carol's eager tongue, unable to control her glands, unable to do anything but enjoy the sweet sensations that Carol was arousing in her.
She was reasonably alert when Carol shifted in the bed and then she was tasting the wetness of the brunette's sexual flesh and she began mouthing and sucking Carol's inflamed organs. Carol shifted her hips, thrusting her opening high and beyond her reach and then she was tonguing Carol's stiff little clit and she knew that one of the boys was ramming his cock into Carol's sexual doorway and that made her wild for the girl's loins. She shivered and came when the boy did, and then Carol shifted her hips again and she was able to feast upon the fruits of the boy's loins, too.
It went on and on and she lost track of things and she finally slept, but only because she was too exhausted to do anything else. Yet, she knew, somehow, that it was not even midnight by the time it was all over for her. She woke at one point and it was dark in her room and she put the light on and saw the time. She was sure that she had dreamt the whole thing. Then she moved her legs and she could feel the aches and twinges in her rear end and she could also feel similar pains in her whole sexual area and she knew that she had not had a wild dream after all. She had, instead, moved into a wonderful palace of pleasure and she would be a good tenant. She remembered the way the boy had tasted when he came in her mouth and she could hardly wait till morning so that she could get at him again. She tried to stay awake and relive the thrilling things that had happened to her but she couldn't do it. She was exhausted and sleep moved in on her like a relentless tide and she finally wallowed in sensual languor and deep and restful sleep.
Carol came to see her at six in the morning and was sure that Carol was out of her mind, but when she saw the glowing good health and exceptional beauty in Carol she was glad to wake up and join her in fun and games.
Carol was wearing a shortie nightgown that was sheer and came only to a spot below her navel. The bald little cleft of bewitching flesh beneath was decidedly cute and interesting and Lily discovered that she could enjoy looking at Carol's most intimate flesh. She remembered then that she had spent a great deal of time with Carol's cunt in her mouth and that encouraged her to reach out and begin playing with Carol's little quim. She was already wet between her legs and she pranced and smiled as Lily's fingers teased her supersensitive flesh and then she shivered as an orgasm shook her lovely body.
She fell onto the bed and Lily found her little clit with her nimble and ardent tongue and Carol began making love to Lily and they were involved with a massive mutual orgasm when Lennie and the boys walked in on them.
They were just too deeply immersed in ecstasy to care about anything and when Lennie told the boys to fuck them, they didn't even pay too much attention to that. One of the twins rammed his cock into her as she lay on her side and while he was busy with her sheath, Carol's tongue teased and thrilled her bristling clitoris, and she did as much for Carol when the other twin pushed his cock into Carol's overstimulated twat. They were to find that whenever they made love to each other, if they were on their sides, the boys could always sweeten up the pot for them. That was to become a favorite form of pleasure for both of them.
They spent a great deal of time with each other and then Lily realized that she had drifted off again. She knew that the twin who had begun fucking her had worn himself out and Lennie had given it to her, but in time, the males were resting and she and Carol were still very much aroused and eager for more. Much more.
Lennie had to make them stop. He sat in a chair and smoked a cigarette while the twins went off to their room to shower and change and get ready for the busy day ahead.
"You are a real treasure," he told Lily. Carol was sitting on the bed, her too-red slit staring at him. Lily was standing close and she felt particularly honored when Lennie took her hand and drew her to him. He told her to sit down on the floor at his feet and she did it. She put her hand on his stiff cock almost automatically. When he pushed it toward her mouth she accepted it obediently. She began sucking him off and she was using her fingers and nails to stimulate his balls. Lennie began talking to Carol and she listened, interested at first, and then amazed, as they discussed her gorgeous sister, Norma.
"This little beauty is a real hotpants," Lennie said. "She goes either way and we can have lots of fun with her. The sister, too. The sister sucks a cock like she was born for it, but she doesn't know that she is doing it. We got some great stuff on film last night. And, if we feel like it, we'll get some more stuff tonight. Just keep on feeding her wine. She doesn't know what the hell's going on after a little bit of that wine. And the stuff that you put in it."
Carol sighed and she helped herself to a cigarette from the pack beside Lennie's chair. She laughed as she saw that he was squirming and threshing around in the chair, too close to orgasm to be able to talk or even think.
Lily could hear his frantic OOOOHHHHHH's and AAAAHHHHHHHHA's and she knew that she was furnishing him with a very special sort of delight. She was using her tongue frenziedly and she had learned very quickly that there were certain ways of using her tongue to induce his organ to expel more of the delicious sap she liked so much and she knew, instinctively, that she was becoming expert. It tickled her to hear his agonized cries of ecstasy and she listened with one part of her mind while the other parts were busy with her own sensual pleasures. She heard the twins talking and she was glad.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH," he moaned, "DO IT NOW ... DON'T KEEP ME HANGING. DO IT NOW ... AAAAAAHHHHHH, YOU CUTE LITTLE DARLING, NOW YOU'RE DOING IT. THAT'S RIGHT ... AAAAHHHHHH..."
She knew that she was being particularly heartless and that she was draining him with her fierce suction and expert tongue but he didn't complain. He kept on patting her on the top of her head and she just kept right on with her mouth on his sensitive flesh and she could tell it when Carol began necking with Lennie. He came all over again for her and it was almost without any effort on her part. He sure did like Carol. She could tell that. And, she could understand that. She liked Carol, too. And she especially liked the boys.
In time, Lennie had to push her away because she was simply insatiable. Carol said that about her and Lennie agreed. They told her to get onto the bed and she could take turns with the twins and she was welcome to get as much out of them as she could.
Lennie and Carl went off and left her alone with the boys.
The boys had showered but they had not gotten dressed. One of the boys told her that they had come back to ask Carol what they should wear for the day and Lily realized then that while the twins were very good-looking, intensely virile, and quite docile, they were really not too bright. And she could understand how they would welcome the chance to live with Carol and Lennie and be their slaves. She began devoting herself to the two boys with great and infinite care. She learned just how to suck each boy off in a manner that gave him the utmost in sexual pleasures, she taught them how to eat her with great skill and devoted expertise, and she was very well pleased with what she had accomplished.
Carol, fully dressed, walked in and put a stop to the fun for her. She announced that it was time for breakfast and she had it on the table. She waited, smiling indulgently, while Lily finished the boy that she was working on, then she took the twins with her.
"You get dressed, you little sexpot," Carol said, with mock sternness. "And, don't you dare say a word at the table."
"You think I'm crazy?" Lily said, grinning.
"I think you're adorable," Carol said. She stepped close and kissed Lily right on the mouth. She rubbed her palm against Lily's slippery little cleft and when ' Lily danced and gasped in swift reaction, Carol sighed and took her hand away.
"I can't wait to get your sweet little cunt in my mouth again," "Me too," Lily said, still grinning. "Me too."
Carol kissed her again, a long, lingering kiss and then they pushed apart. Carol flashed her a big smile as she went out and Lily went into the shower aware that she had a fine head of steam and nowhere to do anything about it. She dropped the soap in the shower and when she bent over to pick it up the shower spray touched her sexual flesh and induced a feeling of extreme sensual rapture in her being. She straightened up, and then she made an adjustment to the shower head and she increased the force of the water and it was beating down on her body arousing all of the nerve endings and tissues to a screaming pitch.
Lying down upon the tiled floor of the shower, she spread her legs and lifted her heels up onto the walls. The water spattered against her sexual meat and in seconds she was having an orgasm. She sat on the floor of the shower, grinning like an idiot, enjoying one orgasm after another until she finally used her finger, sliding in and out, to accomplish the one final orgasm that eventually brought her a measure of peace.
She stood up, shakily, and then she finished her shower, finally, exhausted with the effort.
When she stepped out and began toweling herself dry, she tilted her head to one side as she stared at the glass door of the shower.
"Well, what do you know?" she said, wonderingly.
In her bedroom she got into the too tight clothing that she knew bugged Norm and then she went downstairs eager for food. She had not known that sex and all of its ramifications could be so much fun or that it would build such an appetite.
But, she did know one thing.
She liked sex. She really dug it.
She sat in the breakfast nook with the others and she kept glancing at Norma's beautiful face, wondering if there would be some visible change in her looks because of the wild night that she had experienced with Lennie, Carol and the boys. Norma looked just as she usually did and just as disapproving. Norma was always staring at the lumps on Lily's chest, appalled because the tee shirt was so revealing. Lily smiled at her, sweetly, knowing that Norma would not say anything in front of the others.
Lily didn't really give a damn any more what Norma was liable to say about anything.
Lennie said that Carol would stay and work with Norma on the books, finding out which ones were most valuable and he would take the others along with him. Lily was delighted by that arrangement because she could see that Lennie was a bit stirred up by her pretty, wellrevealed shape. The two boys were watching her with a predatory stare, too, and she felt a moment or two of real delight as she realized that she would be with three guys in the panel truck and there would probably be lots of chances for fun and games.
She was quite right about that.
She took care of Lennie first. When they got into the truck, Lennie told one of the boys to drive and he got into the back of the truck with Lily. There were two seats in the front and an opening between them and he and Lily simply stepped back into the rear compartment and there was a heavy blanket already on the floor and when Lennie told her to take her panties off so that he could get at her, she just laughed at him. She was sitting on the floor and she pulled her skirt high and opened her legs and showed him that she hadn't bothered putting pants on. She giggled as he slipped his hand up onto her inner thigh and then she gasped with pleasure as he began sliding a big fat finger into her.
She reached for him, too, and he slipped his pants off and then his shorts so that she could get her hands on his sexual parts. The truck was bouncing around quite a bit and his finger in her body was intensely exciting because it felt like he was doing her with a vibrator. She decided that lovemaking in a panel truck would be a lot of fun.
"Drive carefully, Mark," Lennie said, as he reached for Lily and took her into his arms. "We don't want to get caught fucking right on the streets."
"I'm Leslie," the driver said.
"All right," Lennie said, amiably. "Be careful."
Lennie was on his back and he pulled her on top of him and as she straddled his body with her thighs he slipped his big cock up inside of her and then they were necking up a storm and the truck was bouncing them around and it was all very exciting and she knew that Lennie was not going to last long and she was glad. Her whole body was on fire with sexual frenzies and urgings and she began shifting her hips like a machine and then he was shoving himself into her and she could feel the head of his cock in her tonsils, it seemed, and then he was exploding inside of her and yelling and squealing.
"OH ... OH ... OH ... YUCK, YUCK YUCK ... OOOOOOHHHHHHH, OH, BOY, I'M POPPIN'... OH, GOLLY, I'M POPPING ... GODDAMMIT, THIS LITTLE CUNT WILL KILL ME ... OHHHHHH, BABY KILL ME NICE ... AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ... AAAAAAHHHHH ... ALL MY LIFE I BEEN WANTING TO COME LIKE THAT ... AAAAHHH, THAT WAS SO GOOD."
"We want to fuck her, too," Leslie, the driver, said. "You said it was a long trip into town and we could all fuck her."
"Sure did," Lennie said. "She ain't going to object, are you, honey?"
He was holding her, kissing her, trying to ease the trembling in her. She shook her head, too agitated to answer him. He laughed and then he slid out of her and picked up a rag that was on the floor and he began wiping the wetness from her crotch. He kissed her and when she shuddered and moaned as the rag's touch stimulated her anew, he laughed and told her to relax.
"We'll have a smoke," he told her, "and then you can take the boys on one at a time. I'll drive. But, first, maybe you'd better blow me because I am getting hard again just thinking about watching you and the boys go at it."
It was surprising, but she found that sucking him had a very nice effect upon her. It seemed to relax her and calm her and she didn't even get excited until he began squealing and yelping again, and when she jabbed her nails into his balls so that he would pop, he screamed almost like a woman. But, when she was finished with him, and her hungry mouth had drained him to his very depths, he kissed her gently, almost lovingly.
"Darling girl," he said, "you are the nicest thing that has ever happened to me. The nicest ever. "
She smiled at him and then she kissed him, sweetly, happily, and lingeringly. But she was careful not to linger too long, to waste too much time.
After all, she had to do the boys, too.
Chapter Five
Norma wondered, a bit suspiciously, if she wept for a long time because she enjoyed the young man's embrace or because her nerves were scaring hell out of her. She knew, right away, that she liked the young man, and she was sure that he liked her.
In time, he gave her a cigarette and they talked a bit. She had little to tell him, really, but he had much to say to her.
He told her that his name was Adam Wright and he was an investigator for several insurance companies. He knew Lennie and Lennie knew him. Lennie had pulled the same trick in many big homes.
"He's real cute about it," Adam explained.
"He reads the society pages and when he knows that a rich family like the Todds are in Europe or safely off somewhere, he drops a note to the local police, pretending to be the rich man, saying that his nephew and some friends will occupy the estate while the family is away. The note Lennie wrote to the local Chief of Police even asked that all courtesies and co-operative attitudes would be most sincerely appreciated. So, the police had no inkling as to what was going on."
Norma sat up straight and she turned to face the nice-looking young man, her cigarette smoldering in her fingers.
"How did you find out what was going on?"
Adam Wright sighed and then he smiled at her.
"Lennie doesn't know much about paintings," he said. "But when he sells a Corot to a local dealer for a fraction of its actual value, the dealer knows he is dealing with a crook. And, of course, he knew the painting and to whom it belonged. So, he called the police. They got in touch with me."
That puzzled Norma and she wondered why they hadn't all been arrested right away. Adam Wright explained the reasons for that, too.
"If the police moved right in and arrested Lennie and everybody in the house, we might never recover a lot of the pieces. For instance, we have no way of knowing what he has already disposed of, or to whom. But, from now on, as fast as he sells something we will recover it."
"Oh," Norma said.
Adam Wright started his car and he moved away from the curb. He began driving aimlessly and he began talking to her, too.
"Would you be willing to help me?" he asked.
She stared at him, not understanding.
"It would help me if you made a list of the things that Lennie tries to sell from now on. Also, until we know that we have recovered everything he sold so far, we won't want to move in on them. You see, we had to get a complete inventory from the Todds and I am pretty sure that we will be able to wind the whole thing up in just a few days. Lennie keeps going back to the same people and they are willing to work with us. They don't want any trouble."
"Lennie and the others took a load of things out to be sold this morning," Norma said.
He nodded. "I know. I have a couple of assistants and they know right where Lennie is and just what he is doing. But, you did not tell me if you will help us?"
Norma squirmed shyly as she looked at him with a rather warm gaze. She very definitely liked Adam Wright and she was afraid that it would show and he would find out about it.
"I will do anything that you ask of me," she said.
He smiled at her and then he began telling her what he had in his mind.
"If you could make a list of everything that Lennie takes out to sell," he said. "That would help. Also, I want to know what Lennie is up to every minute. Once he is outside I have people who can keep an eye on him, but you could sort of keep an eye on him inside the estate. I would want to know when Lennie intends to leave.
Everything."
"You mean you want me to spy on them and then tell you. A rat. I don't like doing things like that."
He made a U turn and began driving back toward where he had picked her up and she could see that his face was set in grim lines. He glanced at her and there was frost in his gaze.
"If you don't feel that you want to work with me," he said, "I will arrest you as one of them and send you to jail. We can do it that way."
He frightened her with that kind of talk. She remembered that she had a very lovely little sister who would need her and she twisted toward him and began talking to him, trying to make him understand how it was with her and Lily.
He listened to her and while he didn't yawn, she had the feeling that he was close to it.
"Your sister is your problem," he said, coldly. "You work with me, co-operate with me and I will see to it that you and your sister are not involved. But you would have to be very sincere and very earnest about trying to help me. Now, what is it going to be?"
She sat for a moment, gazing out at the traffic, trying to think but she knew that there was really very little choice for her.
"All right," she said. "I will do whatever you ask of me. And I will ask Lily to help, too."
He shook his head, slowly. He was parking some distance from the library and he turned to face her as soon as he shut the engine off. He was still shaking his head at her.
"No," he said. "We can't trust a thirteen-year-old girl. What she doesn't know about, she can't spill."
"How do you know how old Lily is?"
He grinned and she was sure then that she liked him. She liked him very much right then.
"I know all about both of you," he said. "I began investigating you and Lily as soon as I learned that the guest house had been rented and then vacated. I'm afraid that I know all about both of you. Once I had your names, it was easy.
"Oh," Norma said, deflated. She realized that if he knew so much about them he would know that she was only a couple of years older than Lily and he certainly wouldn't have any romantic interest in her. That made her awfully unhappy for the moment.
"How will I contact you?" Norma asked, finally. "The phones are disconnected. Lennie said he doesn't want them on."
"I know. Can you get out of the house at night?"
"Maybe," Norma said, gloomily, "but I could never get out of the grounds. That place is like a fortress."
"I know, but I have a key to the gate at the far end of the estate. There is an old carriage house there and it is used to store the power mowers and tools. If you could meet me there, say, at two in the morning, when everyone else is sound asleep, then we could talk and you could tell me what I need to know."
"Every night?"
He nodded. "Every night. I have to know when Lennie is getting ready to move. I know that he has the girl, Carol, and the twins with him, but I don't think that he intends taking them along when he goes. He has always deserted his help in the past. This time, he thinks he has made a big haul. He won't want company when he goes."
A wave of sadness dimmed Norma's disposition as she sat and thought of the future.
"I hate to see Carol and the boys get into trouble," she said. "I like Carol and the twins are very nice, too."
He shrugged. "They all know that they are stealing. I am only concerned about you. You are a very beautiful young girl. I would hate to have to put in prison. You could go away for five years. What are you now? Nineteen, twenty? You'd be twenty-five at least before you got out."
She was so pleased to learn that he didn't really know her actual age, that she reacted with a touch of humor.
"I'd be an old lady," she said, gravely.
"All right. You go on and meet whoever is going to pick you up. You sneak out of the house tonight at two and meet me at the old carriage house. Maybe you'd better go for a walk this afternoon so you will be able to find the place in the dark."
"All right," she said. She hesitated, then added, "I'll be scared to death in that place at two in the morning. I'll be terrified."
"I'11 comfort you," he said. "Now, you see if you can make me some lists of just what has been taken from the house so far."
"I think I know. With your lists I can be sure. Now good-bye, and take care. I'll see you tonight."
She gave him her shy smile and then she got out and walked back in the morning sunshine and the beauty of the day began to affect her and she was suddenly happy. She turned to look back and she saw that Adam Wright was already driving away. He turned at the block behind her and he waved at her as he went on his way. She waved back and then, as she moved toward the library and her date with Carol, she suddenly felt awfully alone, awfully unnerved.
She liked Adam Wright and she wished that he could spend the day with her. She thought about meeting him at two in the morning in an old deserted carriage house on the estate and that unnerved her even more.
Carol pulled up in front of her as she sat on one of the benches intended for bus passengers. She got into the car and when Carol smiled at her and asked if she had found the books she needed, she nodded and spread them out on the seat. Carol glanced at them and then she concentrated upon her driving.
They were using Lennie's car, an expensive sedan, and she looked at Carol's beautiful face and soft, brown hair and she wished that she could spare Carol from a future in jail. But, there was nothing that she could do. Nothing.
She felt that she would like to talk with Carol, really try to get to know her, but there was a sort of built-in barrier in Carol. There would be so many things that she would not say to such a lovely young girl, things like frivolous comments or small talk. She sat beside the brunette and kept still all during the long drive back to the Todd house.
Carol suggested that they have an early lunch and then they could get busy and go on with their work. Norma agreed to that and when they began their labors in the library, Norma asked Carol how they kept track of the things that had already been sold. Didn't they have to have lists for the inheritance tax people and the income tax people?
She was deliberately snooping and already working for Adam Wright, she supposed. He had asked her to see if she could find out what pieces had been disposed of and she was doing it. Carol had already made some lists for Lennie and she showed them to Norma.
Norma glanced at the lists casually, then she set them aside on one corner of the desk. Later on, when Carol was making coffee for them she copied the lists and concealed them in her bra. Lennie and the others had already done very well when it came to looting the mansion of its treasures.
For a while, she was conscious of a strong feeling of regret. She liked Carol and she sort of liked Lennie and the twins, too, and she hated to do anything that would help them into jail, but there was nothing else that she could do. Adam Wright had made it quite plain that she co-operate fully and be helpful or she would go to jail as one of the robbers, too. She worried, too, about Lily. She would never make it in the world outside if Norma was not around to help her. Lily wasn't very strong and she had no idea of what a horrid place the world could be. She just didn't know.
She and Carol quit in time to begin fixing supper and when Lily and the others got back to the big house, they were starving, they said. She sat and looked at Lily while their dinner was thawing in the oven and she could see the bright, mischievous gleam in Lily's big blue eyes. She watched her little sister and saw that she seemed to be very interested in the two boys. They seemed to be quite fond of Lily, too.
Norma relaxed and she was glad that Lily could have nice friends. Lennie was a crook, but the twins were just sweet young boys who were easily led into a life of crime and thievery and she was sure that the authorities would be very lenient when it came time to deal with them.
She helped Carol clean up in the kitchen and then Lennie went into the library with them and Norma showed him the work that had been accomplished during the day. She and Carol had found and evaluated many rare books and they could be taken off to market the next day if that was what Lennie wanted to do with them.
Norma did not mention the copies of the list that she had made, or that she had pretty well inventoried the things that had already been sold. Lennie was quite pleased with what she had accomplished and she was glad when he and the others decided to go to bed early and get a good night's sleep. Carol served them some wine as a nightcap but Norma refused it. She didn't want any dreams intruding in upon her nocturnal activities.
When she got ready for bed, she took a shower and then got under the covers. She set her alarm for fifteen minutes before two and she was filled with a bursting sense of excitement. She knew that she was looking forward to meeting Adam Wright with a rising tide of interest that was quite unusual in her. She decided that she liked the handsome young investigator and then, that settled, she fell asleep.
The alarm snapped her awake and she turned it off quickly, worried that she might awaken the others. The house was very quiet as she got dressed in a black sweater and a dark skirt. She was sure that she would not need a bra with the sweater, she wasn't that big-busted and she would be meeting Adam in the dark anyway. She slipped on a pair of panties and a pair of sneakers and she went downstairs and out into the night without making a sound.
She knew the way to the carriage house. She had made certain of that when she and Carol took their usual walk during the afternoon. She was able to stride confidently along in the dark toward the big old house at the far end of the estate.
There was a moon and she was filled with the warmth of the night and a bubbling excitement that she simply could not stifle. She realized that she was panting, breathing heavily. She would not let him know that he affected her in any way. She stopped walking and she turned around to look at the rear of the house for a moment.
Lily's lights were still on and that surprised her. She wondered if Lily was afraid to sleep in the dark, or was she up there reading a lurid novel?
She turned around again and then she was just fine. She went on toward the big building and she became aware of her pounding heart and her shaking legs. She snorted softly, disgusted with herself. She was behaving like an idiotic schoolgirl and she was not a school girl. Not any more.
The moon slid out from behind a big cloud and the land around her was suddenly tinted with silver and the darkness of the night was gone. She stopped for a moment and gazed around her at the incredible beauty of the grounds in bright moonlight. It was a sight that was breathtaking and she enjoyed it fully. Then, resolutely, she turned her attention back to more immediate things and she walked on, eager for her meeting with Adam. There were so many things that she wanted to tell him, so much that she could show him. She had the lists of everything stolen in her skirt pocket and she could tell him just what Lennie planned next because he had said that she and Carol could begin to inventory and catalogue the silverware and some of the more precious items of decoration. There were many pairs of gold and silver candlesticks and all sorts of other items fashioned from precious metals and Lennie was going to dispose of everything in sight as quickly as he could.
Adam Wright would certainly want to know all about that.
She reached the old building that had been a carriage house and she wondered if she was expected to go inside. She didn't want to go inside. Big old buildings frightened her and she could not remember what Adam had told her. She could only recall that he had said that he would meet her at two at the carriage house.
He showed up like a wraith in the night. She was standing along in front of the big building one moment and the next he was standing beside her. She hadn't heard him approach and she had been looking around for him. In the brightness of the moonlight she could see the big grin on his face and she knew that he had been deliberately sneaky.
"Hello," he said, quietly. "Let's go inside. We can't talk out here very well."
She didn't answer him. He opened the door and they entered the carriage house. There was enough light for her to see the smile on his face and she knew a moment of great joy, simply because he was with her, because he was her friend, because she liked him and was happy with him. She didn't bother to analyze things but she did realize that she was glad that she had met him. She didn't really feel that she had to go beyond that conclusion right away.
"I made copies of the lists," she said. "I brought it all with me."
She took the papers out of her skirt pocket and she handed it to him. He took it and put it into his pocket. She waited for him to say something but he didn't. He was staring at her and the way he was using his eyes was making her nervous, unsure of herself.
"Aren't you going to look at the lists?" she asked.
"I'll check them over in the morning," he said. "I can't see too well right now."
She stood close to him and she was shivering and that surprised her. She was suddenly, overwhelmingly conscious of his nearness, his maleness. Too, she was suddenly, inexplicably, weak. She wanted to say things to him, to explain to him that she was taking a big chance helping him. She wanted to tell him that she liked him, that she would help him any way just so that she could see him again. She wanted to say so many things and her mouth was dry, her tongue swollen and useless and she couldn't say a word. She just stood in front of him, trembling, shivering and when he reached for her, she swayed toward him with a feeling of gratitude. She needed something to hold on to.
He put his arms around her and then he was holding her to him tightly and she was standing with her arms around him, too, and her cheek was against his and it was all very wonderful, very strange and she could hardly breathe and she was ashamed of her weaknesses, her swift surrender to sexual excitement.
"You are so beautiful," he said, softly. "You are the prettiest girl I have ever known. So pretty."
He moved his head and then his lips found hers and he kissed her and she kissed him, too, and then she could feel the quickening sensations in her loins, the delicious trickling sensations deep within her sexual cavity. She was shaking violently and he knew it.
His hands were busy with her breasts and somehow his fingers were fondling her bare breasts beneath the sweater and his mouth was kissing her and she could hear the crazy words that he was saying to her and she wished that he would stop talking. He didn't have to explain anything to her.
"I'm so sorry," he was saying. "I'm not like this. Really, I'm not like this. I just can't help myself. You are so beautiful and I am so crazy about you. I just can't help myself."
He lifted her sweater and then his mouth was kissing her breasts and sucking them and she was moaning and squirming in his grasp and she was wishing that he would not put his hand down below because she knew that she was sopping wet down there and he would think her messy and inelegant. She shivered then as his fingers found the place of greatest torment and she gasped and suffered in excruciating pleasure as his finger slid far up inside of her and she reacted with a speed that was indecent. The whole thing was ridiculous. She was the ice maiden, she was frost and inhibitions and uselessness and the whole thing was a waste of time ...
He was holding her close and she was making soft, mewling sounds in her throat and then she was suddenly lost, driven into a state of ecstasy and euphoria by his skillful fingers and she knew that she was shrieking crazy words into his ear and he was moving his finger in and out of her sexual sheath like it was a piston.
"OOOOOOOOOOH H H H H HH H H," she heard herself saying, "FASTER FASTER .... OOOOOOHHHH, I'M COMING ... I'M-COMINGGGGGGGGGGGG, COMING. OH, I AM AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH."
She was out of her mind with sensual bliss for a long time and when she came in his hand she was sure that he would hate her and think her a real pig. That worried her, but she realized finally, that he was holding her tightly and he was kissing her passionately and he was saying crazy things, too.
"I love you, Norma, darling, he was saying. "I love you so much. I've waited for you for so long. Just let me love you, darling."
That was crazy, she knew. He hadn't known her very long. How could he fall in love so quickly? He was crazy and she was crazy and his hands were fondling her plump, tingling breasts and she was again overwhelmed by surges of sexual agitation and she was too weak to stand. He seemed to know that and he picked her up in his arms as though she were a child and then he was settling her down on an old mattress that was lying upon the floor. She suspected, fleetingly, that other lovers had used the carriage house and she was not at all dismayed when Adam's fingers dislodged her panties and began cavorting in the feverish crevice between her legs. He was on top of her, kissing her and then she realized, dimly, that her skirt was up around her waist and her panties were missing and her legs were shifting and working like she was swimming.
She felt him penetrating her and she slid her tongue deep into his mouth and then her hips were writhing and threshing around. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist as her suffering body tried to cling to him. He was sliding his cock into her with fierce thrustings and she was receiving him with equally fierce thrustings and she could hear her own gasps of pleasure each time he forced his organ deeper and ever deeper into her loins.
His mouth was glued to hers and she was sliding her tongue in and out of his mouth and he was kissing her, holding her in a way that allowed his fingers to play with her breasts and her nipples and she could feel arising tide of glorious frenzy rippling through her loins and she knew that she was moving closer and closer to the most exciting orgasm she had ever known. She could feel her loins becoming more and more aroused and inflamed with each thrust of his hips and it was a splendid feeling, so sort of delicious anguish that she could not withstand and she was panting and screeching and yelping like any animal and then it was happening for her and it was wonderful, the absolute in sensation and she knew that her glands were bursting and spilling and "she could feel the cold wetness of their juices sliding down her valley and then she was fluttering, coming noisily and voluptuously, and it was the most delicious sensation she had ever known ...
He held her for a long time after the fireworks were over and when he finally slipped his organ out of her she felt a sense of loss, a time for sweet sadness and then she was conscious of the wetness between her legs and when he handed her his handkerchief, she took it. She tried to clean herself up as best she would and she was almost afraid to give him back his used handkerchief. He took it from her. He buried it in his coat pocket and then he seemed to be very sad. He turned to her and he found her mouth and he kissed her and she realized then that she was weeping. She had no idea why she would weep, but the tears were streaming from her eyes. He lit two cigarettes and he gave one of them to her. She took it and she puffed on it and sucked the smoke deep into her lungs. There were so many things that she wanted to say to him now. She found that she couldn't say anything to anybody.
"I was not fooling," he said. "I do love you, Norma. Don't ask me how any of this happened. I couldn't help myself. I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world. I wouldn't, please, believe me."
She didn't answer him. He took her into his arms and his lips kissed her mouth and he tasted her tears and he put his hand on the back of her head and held her face against the pocket of his shoulder. She wept, silently, uncomprehendingly, and when she finally subsided, he kissed her again and then he moved away from her.
He was filled with apologies and she wished that he wouldn't. Her experiences with him were so wonderful, so beautiful, she didn't want to hear anything like apologies.
"Do you really love me?" she said, finally.
The note of childishness in her question made him laugh.
He squeezed her and then he kissed her mouth and he lingered at it for a long time. When he spoke to her, his words were a mere whisper against her lips.
"Yes, my darling," he said. "I do love you. I love you so much. And, I never want to lose you. Not ever."
She pushed him away and then she sat straight up.
"Then you won't put me in jail no matter what, will you?"
He laughed at her again. "No, my dear," he said. "I won't ever put you in jail, no matter what."
"I'm glad," she said.
He held her and then he began kissing her again and she was able to enjoy his kisses and enjoy being in his arms.
"I'm not like what you think," she said. "I mean, I never did that with anybody else. I didn't. No matter what you think."
He kissed her again and the warmth in his kiss made her shiver. She was kissing him, too, sliding her tongue into his mouth and teasing his lips with her own passionate responses.
"I know you haven't done that with anyone else," he said. "I can tell."
"How can you tell?" she demanded. "There wasn't any blood."
"Tight as you were," he said, "it had to be the first time."
"You don't think that I am awful, do you?" she asked.
"I love you," he said, simply. "Nothing else much matters. Now, you'd better get back to your room in the big house and I'll get out of here."
"I wish you could take me with you," she said. "I wish that awful bad. I don't want to go back to the house."
He talked calmly and sensibly with her and when he left her, eventually, she was quite willing to go back to her bed and get some sleep. She walked in the night, looking up at the lights in Lily's room and she decided that she would have to say something to Lily about leaving her lights on all night. She smiled in the darkness as she realized that she was not paying the electric bill and it was none of her business what Lily did with her lights.
She crept into the quiet house and when she slid between the sheets of her bed she resolved that she was going to stay awake and think about Adam Wright and the things that she had done with him. She wanted to remember again and again the way he told her that he loved her.
She was sure that she enjoyed hearing those words most of all.
She wondered, too, if she was a bad girl now. The dreams that she could barely remember now were something new with her, and the things that she did with Adam were brand new.
She wondered what he would do or say if he knew that she was not yet sixteen. Would he keep right on loving her, or would he drop her like a hot potato? She was still thinking about these things when she fell sound asleep.
It seemed to her that she had barely blinked her eyes and it was morning and brilliant sunshine was in the room with her. She sat up and lit a cigarette and then she smelled the rich fragrances of bacon and coffee and she jumped out of bed and put on a robe. She went out into the hallway and she met Lily on her way downstairs, too.
Norma smiled at her baby sister and noticed that Lily looked a bit tired and slightly peaked but Norma didn't say anything to her about leaving her lights on all night. She remembered, at the last moment, that Lily might ask how she found out about the lights and she would be in trouble right away.
The others were already at the table and when Norma looked at Lennie she felt a sense of embarrassment. It disturbed her to have to accept the knowledge that Lennie was a thief. She had been very fond of Lennie, Carol and the twins. She hated to think of them in prison. She liked each and every one of them.
She helped Lennie and the boys load the truck with books and the other things that she and Carol had evaluated and she felt a bit forlorn and deserted when Lily climbed into the truck to go with Lennie and the twins. It disturbed her very much because Lily was really determined to go along with the boys and Lennie.
She actually seemed to be very happy about it.
Chapter Six
Norma helped Carol with the work in the kitchen and she tried to think up things to say to the lovely young brunette, but, knowing what was going to happen to Carol and the others made her awkward when it came to small talk.
Carol did not seem to be particularly interested in talking about things, either. The day was warm and sunny and when their work in the kitchen was done, Carol suggested that they have one more cup of coffee on the terrace so that they could enjoy the sunshine and have a brief respite before they resumed their work in the library.
That idea delighted Norma because she would have some free time in which she could think about Adam Wright and how much she liked him and how many hours it would be until he met her again in the carriage house. She was eager to see him again and he had said that he would come to meet her again at the same time, the same place and Norma found herself counting the hours and the minutes until it would be time to see him again.
But, the day dragged horribly and she was very much relieved when Lennie and the twins and Lily all came home for lunch. Lennie announced that they had concluded their business deals quickly and they could now give their attention to other matters.
They all settled in the kitchen and Lily and the boys kept giggling and smiling at each other and it seemed to Norma that Lily and the twins had become much better acquainted than she had supposed. Lennie sat at the table, a cigarette in his fingers and he was watching her move around and do her work and that made Norma nervous, despite her seeing that he liked her very much. Carol was smiling happily and she finally told Norma to sit down and begin eating with the others.
Norma obeyed her and she actually enjoyed the sandwiches that she and Carol had fixed. She drank two full glasses of milk and, by the time the others left the table and went off to the living room, she was just too drowsy and too lazy to help Carol clean up.
"Why don't you go into the living room, too," Carol suggested, with a big, affectionate smile. "You can take a nap on the couch and then we can resume with our work when you wake up."
Norma was about to refuse, to insist that she would be able to help just a bit but Carol insisted that she take a nap and she even helped Norma into the living room. She settled her on the couch and she turned to caution the others who were sitting around in chairs.
"Now you keep quiet, all of you," Carol said. "Norma is worn out and she is going to take a nap. I think that we have been working her too hard, so we will let her rest."
"Sure," Lennie said. "We have work to do anyway...
"That's right," Carol said. "Go ahead and do it."
Norma stretched out on the couch and she noticed that Lily was sitting close to her and she was amazed by her little sister's beauty and her visible happiness. She wanted to talk to Lily, to tell her how lovely she was, but she simply couldn't do it. She fell asleep instead.
She began to dream and she was very glad that no one would ever know about the weird, depraved dreams she could know and enjoy within the privacy of her mind.
There was a quality of reality in her dreams that terrified her while they were happening. She was with Lily and Lennie and Carol and the twins and she was in the living room, as she had been when sleep came to her, but the room was different and she realized that her dreams were taking on the flavor of fantasy and it seemed to her that the big, lovely living room was ablaze with light and she could see a bank of flood lights and she felt just like a movie star. Carol was busy helping the others to arrange drapes and furniture and she felt sorry that she wasn't able to help Carol and the others with what they were doing. But, she was asleep and it was only a dream and she just wouldn't worry about anything.
Carol was talking to Lennie and the others and she could hear her very distinctly but she couldn't make much sense out of what Carol was saying.
"I gave it to her in the milk and I really gave her a good dose. She will do anything at all and when she wakes up she won't remember any of it. It will all be a dream that fades as soon as she really wakes up. So, we can get all of the pictures that we want and have a ball besides."
Lennie said, "There is a hell of a good market for these kind of films so I want to take several. Maybe we'll start off with Lily and the boys and Carol, you can play big sister and come in and find Lily and the boys playing games and then you punish them by making them do all kinds of things and I will get it all on film."
Carol laughed. She said, "We can do better than that. You can play Lily's Daddy and you can fuck her for a while and then make her blow you, and I will get it all on film. Then we can have some fun with Norma and she will be the shy young maiden who is captured by evil men and a bad girl and she will do anything that we ask of her and Lily can operate the camera. She knows how. We can have some lovely times.
And, it can last all day and all night too. We are not in any hurry."
Lily said, "I'm in a hurry. I never knew how much fun it could be going down on a girl and I am dying to get at Norma's pretty little cunt. You promised me that I could. You promised. You know you did."
Lennie laughed and Norma wished that they wouldn't say such things, even in her dreams. She decided that she would say something to them, perhaps she could persuade them to go away and leave her dreams and then she could sleep and not think about sex and all of its hideous ramifications. She hated sex. And, if she could say something to them that would make them understand how she felt it would help her to rid herself of the horrid fantasies that were making her so upset and excited.
Carol came over to stand in front of her and Norma let Carol pull her up off of the couch. Carol was smiling at her and she was beginning to remove Norma's blouse and Norma just stood and let her do it. Then Lily was helping Carol and she wondered why she would ever dream that her little sister would help others to expose her and exploit her. It was all very confused and very nebulous in her mind but she realized that Lily was a hot piece, or a sex pot. Lily was snickering as she took Norma's skirt and panties down. She felt Lily's fingers in her deep, slippery slit and she just couldn't say anything or do anything.
She heard Lennie say, "No matter how often I see it, I just won't believe it. I never knew that a girl could be so beautiful, so lovely, everywhere."
"She has a pretty little cunt, too," Carol said, sarcastically. "Don't forget that."
"Golly," Lily said, "I just can't wait to eat her."
"You'll wait," Carol said, sternly. "After a while, Lennie and the boys will sweeten up that little honeypot of hers and then you will really enjoy eating her. Just be patient, little one and we will all have a good time."
"Walk her around a little," Lennie said to Carol. "I want to get some footage of her just moving around."
"Tell her to walk around," Carol said. "Tell her anything. She is just having a wild dream and she will obey you, no matter what you ask her to do."
"Maybe I'd better tell her to blow me before I pop," Lennie said. "Will she do it?"
"Sure," Carol said, "she will do anything that is asked of her. That's the way that stuff works. And, she will enjoy it, too."
Norma was aware that she was stark naked, standing with the bright lights on her and when Lennie crooked his finger at her, she went to him. She was very obedient and she didn't know why.
He told her to kneel down and then he took his pants off and his shorts and she could see that he had an enormous erection. When he told her to put her hands on his cock and his balls, she obeyed him. When he told her to take it into her mouth and suck it, she did that, too.
"We should get this on film," Carol said.
"I'd better run the camera. I'd let Lily do it but she's so damned hot, she's shaking like a leaf."
"I can't help it," Lily said. "Seeing Norma do this turns me on. I can't help it."
"While I'm filming Norma's blow job,"
Carol said, "you get on the bed and let the twins undress you and you help them and I'll get some of that, too. Maybe you can blow them both and cool them off a little. You know the way they get when they get at your cunt. They shoot all over everything and it's a waste. So, if you blow them right away, I'll film it and mix it with Norma blowing Lennie."
Norma could hear everything and she was sure that she was actually tasting Lennie and it was a taste that she liked. She wished that she could be different and not be so susceptible to the pleasures of sex in her dreams. It frightened her to suppose that she was the real Norma when she had these dreams and the other, the ice maiden, was just a facsimile. That would be awful.
"Suck, baby," Lennie was saying to her. He began twisting his fingers in her hair and the pain was awful. She began doing the things that he told her to do, and she knew that she was bobbing her head up and down on his cock and her fingernails were tickling his balls and then he was gushing in her mouth and she was swallowing him and still sucking and her whole body was alive and seething with sexual sensations of exceptional pleasure and she could feel her own glands and her loins responding to what she was doing with him and then she was coming and it was pure ecstasy and she gave herself up entirely to enjoyment and bliss.
Carol was talking and she could hear her, dimly, because the rigors of orgasm were blotting out her senses and she didn't care. She didn't care at all.
"I got it all," Carol said. "And, it was sure good. I can imagine the way she feels. She is very photogenic, I'll bet, and the way she comes is going to show up on film real good."
At first, Norma thought that Carol was talking about her but as the girl continued talking, she realized that they were watching Lily and the things that were being done to her. She watched too, with Lennie's flowing organ still in her mouth. He was sitting down and she was at his feet and she knew that some of what had happened had escaped her and she had no idea of what she had done. She was conscious only of great bliss and very real happiness.
Lily's compact little body was exceptionally lovely, she thought and while her little sister's breasts were not large, they were very pretty, twin cones with tiny nipples that jutted straight out and when Lily opened her legs so that the boys could get at her Norma saw that Lily had no pubic hair at all, just a bewitching little cleft of creamy white girl flesh that was actually very alluring.
One of the boys mounted Lily and he shoved his huge organ into her little rosebud and it seemed that he was being swallowed easily and eagerly by Lily. She heard the harsh, meaty sounds as Lily's hips slammed against the boy's legs and then Lily was shoving her hips upwards, to swallow more and more of the boy. She was moaning and screeching and the heavy, meaty sounds became louder and louder and the words and sounds streaming from Lily's throat were louder and louder, too, and it was very plain that Lily was having herself a grand time and Norma could not imagine why or how she could dream something like that.
She watched Lily, fascinated by the pure evil that was alive and glowing in her lovely face. Lily was making louder sounds and the boy was grunting with each thrust and Lily's heels were dug into his back, her nails were raking his shoulders and the intensity of her passions increased. Listening to the sounds coming from Lily embarrassed Norma and she wished that she could wake up and begin a new and nicer dream.
"OOOOOHHHHHH ...OOOOOOHHHHH ... AAAHHHHHHH...AH...AH.000OOOHH," Lily was saying. "UGH, UGH, 00000000, OH ... OH ... OH, GOLLY, I'M GOING TO COME ... OH, I'M DOING IT. OOOOOOHHH, I'M DYING ... I'M DEAD."
Lennie was very much affected by Lily's ordeal and he came twice while he watched Lily and the one twin and she was so hot, she devoured him each time, eager for more and more of a very special nectar that she seemed to enjoy very much. She watched Lily's drenched bottom as the boy eased himself out of her and Lily's legs let him go reluctantly. Carol was holding the camera close, observing everything and they all watched Lily's heaving chest as it labored for serenity and Norma was appalled to discover that seeing Lily's inflamed slit and the tiny opening that was expelling the thick white love juices in slow, weak little spurts, excited her. She had never even imagined that she would ever have any interest in another girl's sexual area but she did not know as much about herself as she had thought.
Lily moaned and giggled as the other twin mounted her and Norma watched his immense organ sliding into her little sister's opening and she knew that Lily was enjoying herself very much with the attentions that were suddenly hers. She could hear the liquid sounds as the boy began fucking Lily and she shivered and sucked harder so that Lennie would reward her with more and more of his honey.
"We will want some footage of Lily getting fucked up the ass as well as in her twat," Lennie said. "And, we can use some shots of something being done to this one."
Carol seemed to be angry. "If you don't take you cock out of her mouth," she said to Lennie, "you won't be able to do anything to either of them."
Lennie sighed and then he began pushing her away from him. She heard the loud popping sound when his cock popped out of her mouth and she was quite willing when he turned her over onto her belly and then he was sliding his big fat cock up inside of her and she could hear Carol talking to Lennie as she photographed the wild plunging and rutting frenzy that Lily and the second twin were involved with on the bed.
"Fuck her silly," Carol was saying, "and after a while, take it out and run it into her asshole and while you are screwing her there, I'll move in with the camera and get some good shots."
She didn't really believe that Lennie would try to put his big organ in her back hole but the way she was feeling, she just didn't care any more. There was a sweetly pleasurable sensation in her loins and her whole being and she knew that she was having a delicious orgasm and she was too deeply immersed in sexual raptures to care what was done to her. She felt it when Lennie rammed his huge organ deep into her body and it felt like he was shoving it against the back of her throat and she couldn't understand how he could have his organ deep in her sexual sheath and make her feel it in her throat. She just couldn't understand that, and then she was coming again and she just didn't care.
She felt it when his organ slipped out of her and she whimpered in startled protest. Then she felt the wet tip of his organ at her other end and Carol was talking to Lennie and she was telling him to ease it in at first and then ram it right up into her eyebrows.
"Give it to her good," Carol said, and then she felt the warmth and the wetness of Lennie's cock in the wrong hole and it felt so good she went absolutely crazy with pleasure.
"OOOOOH H H. 000000000000QOO .... 00000000000000 H H H H H H H ," she cried, helpless in the midst of impossible ecstasies, "THAT'S GOOD ... OOOOHHHH, IT'S S0000000 GOOOOD, OOOOOHHHHHH, I'M GOING TO DIE, I'M DYING ... OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH, NO, I'M COMING ... OH, GOLLY, AM I COMINNNNG ... PUSH ME ... PUSH ME REAL HARD ... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAH H H H H H H."
She could feel Lennie's bare hips slapping against her buttocks and it was such a nice feeling. She felt it when he came in her and her whole body quivered and shook and then she saw that Lily was sucking one of the twins while the other one was sodomizing her and she flaked out and drifted off into another dream.
She realized how wild her fantasies could become when she found herself astride Lily's face and she knew that it was Lily's tongue up inside of her. It was Lily's hungry mouth that was cleansing her, making her fresh and sweet and ready for new and greater thrills. She was tasting the sweetness of Lily's sexual flesh, too, and she was like a honey bee, feasting upon the drenched loins, the honey that she found deep in Lily's tight little well.
Lily was groaning and moaning and trying to twist from side to side as ecstasy claimed her and she didn't seem able to realize that it was her mouth and her tongue and her fierce and greedy suction that was providing the pleasures that were delighting her little sister. She knew it when Lennie forced himself into her and she was bent forward while Lennie screwed her thoroughly and Lily's tongue and mouth played with her clitoris and then Lennie was coming and she was coming and Lily was coming, too, and it just became too much ecstasy to endure and she flaked out again, too weak, too sapped by an excess of bliss to hang on to consciousness.
The others were busy with each other, she knew and it bothered her to have to leave them, but her mind was slipping, she was losing contact with her dream and she didn't want to miss any of the wild, glorious joys that were available to her while she slept ... She shifted again and it was another dream and she watched Carol in a big armchair, Lennie fucked her furiously. The twins were sitting on the floor, their organs wilted and red and soft and when Lennie finished with Carol, she smiled at Norma and when she crooked her finger, Norma knew what was expected of her. She crept to Carol's vicinity and when the brunette pulled her face into the steamy, fetid trench that was so wet and slippery between her legs, Norma was eager to devour her and all of the sweet fruits of lovemaking.
Carol lay back in her chair and reached out to play with Lily's breasts and she was tweaking the nipples, teasing Lily until she was prancing and dancing with sexual excitements. Carol did something to a control that was hidden somewhere in the big armchair and the back of it lowered and the chair became a cot and Lily climbed on top of Carol's mouth and the young brunette was suddenly in a whole new paradise.
Norma knew that she gave Carol many lovely orgasms and she -knew that Lily came many times while they were busy with each other and Norma knew, too, that the twins took turns eating her and delighting her. She missed Lennie but then she realized that he was working the camera and then her mind drifted and she began wondering why the camera should be a part of her fantasy and she decided that her simple mind would suppose that if her depravity was put on film for everyone to see, then she would be punished indeed for her venality and her willingness to pervert her body and its glands for the selfish business of enjoying carnal pleasures.
Norma could hear loud, booming sounds and she wondered what that could be. She could hear words too and there was little sense to what she was hearing. But, the words were very loud, very clear and the booming sounds were all around her, loud and whistling in her head and she was hearing them distinctly, comprehendingly.
"You go for your gun, Will Davids," the voice said, "and you will die, too. Just like all the others."
She opened her eyes and she could hear the television set going full blast and she sat up, grinning a bit idiotically at the others. Lily was watching the western movie with enormous eyes and the twins were lying on the floor, their heads propped up with cushions. Lennie and Carol were sitting at the kitchen table and they seemed to be talking business. The western faded from the screen and a pretty girl began talking about suntan lotion and Lily turned to look at Norma. She smiled at her and then she tried to wake up so that she could talk with Lily.
"You must have had a wild dream," Lily said. "You were squirming and moaning. We thought we should wake you, but Carol said to let you sleep. You were probably dreaming."
"I was," Norma said. She wrinkled her forehead and she struggled to recall some of the details of her dream but she could not. She put her feet on the floor and then she tried to stand. Her knees were shaking and her legs were weak. She could feel a sudden wetness that was between her legs and she knew that she had drenched herself. She often did that if she dreamed about sexual things. She had difficulty dealing with sex and its pleasures when she was awake, but experience had taught her that she did fine when she slept.
She could feel aches and pains in her loins and in her body openings and she wondered why that should be. She had never felt anything like that before.
The others watched her as she began walking toward the bathroom and she could see that Lily was concerned about her. She wished that Lily would not worry about her and she wished too, that she could tell Lily what she was like, but she wasn't at all sure that she knew herself.
It was almost time for her to help Carol with their dinner but Carol told her to take a hot bath and soak in the tub for a while.
"You probably got stiff from sleeping on the couch," Carol said.
"Soak in a hot tub and you will feel ever so much better. I will get Lily to help me with dinner. You just relax and take it easy. Come back to us when you feel better."
Carol was in the bedroom with her and she watched Carol go off to work at preparing food for everybody. Then she went into the bathroom and began running a tub full of hot water.
She sat in the soothing water for a long time and she tried to remember some of the things that she must have dreamed. She knew that her dream had to have sexual overtones, or actions and activities that could arouse her to the state of copious concupiscence she had arrived at. Perhaps she had dreamed of Adam Wright and the sweet ecstasies that she had known with him. Thinking about Adam was extremely pleasurable and she hated to stop doing it but it dawned on her after a long while, that her water had grown cold and her aches and pains had disappeared. She stood up and then she began toweling herself dry and she spent a lot of time fixing her face.
When she joined the others at the dinner table she was feeling fine and she knew that she looked exceptionally pretty and desirable. She wondered if Adam would get to see how pretty she looked when she met him again at the old carriage house. She hoped he'd notice.
Lennie wanted her to work with him and Carol in the library and he wanted to sort of go, over the things that they had catalogued and evaluated, things that he had not yet disposed of, but would in the next few days.
She had some more lists for Adam after spending a few hours with Lennie and Carol. She could see, too, now that she knew what they were really like, that there was not much to like about either of them. Carol was very pretty, of course, but she was not very well educated or talented in any way. But, then Norma wasn't either. It was just that she didn't like Carol, probably. Thinking about things, she knew that she wanted to help Adam Wright and she might be a bit miffed with Lennie and the twins and Carol for fooling her so easily.
She would have to think of what she and Lily would do after Lennie and his people went off to jail. She would have to find another place for them to live. She would have to get another job, so that she and Lily could eat. Bleakly, she wondered if Lennie would pay her any money at all for the work that she was doing for him. Somehow, she suspected that Lennie would not pay her anything.
She worked with Lennie and Carol in the library and when Carol went off to the kitchen to fix them some coffee, Lennie leaned back in this chair behind the desk and he smiled at Norma, very openly liking her.
"You've been a big help to me," he said. "Now, you and Carol can begin on some of the other stuff and I will unload all of these fancy books. Maybe in the next few days we will get rid of all of the books. I got a guy that's willing to buy anything that I bring him. He's a very rich merchant and he knows a good thing when he sees it."
Norma smiled at him. She didn't feel like saying anything. She felt a bit like Judas.
"You should have some money," Lennie said. "Maybe you will be able to use it when you go into town again."
He took a big roll of money from his pocket and he handed her two hundred dollar bills.
"I haven't really done enough to earn this much," she said.
He grinned at her. "You let me be the judge of that."
She put the money into her bra when he was not looking at her. She was sure that it was all a pointless bit of business because she would have to return the money to its rightful owners. Lennie was just a man who stole everything. Any money that he gave to her would most certainly belong to someone else. But, she would tell Adam about the money and give it to him if he told her to.
She was a bit relieved when Carol brought their coffee in to them and she sat with the two of them, sipping the hot coffee, nibbling on cookies and the prosaic character of the scene struck her and she was suddenly close to tears. It was all such a shame, because she was sure that Lennie and Carol could be happy together if they tried to live a normal life. She wondered why Lennie hated work so much that he had to steal. And she wished that she had the nerve to ask him about it, but she knew that she would not.
The others were in the living room watching the television set and she wished that she could do something nice for the twins. She could never tell one from the other but she knew that Lily liked the boys and she did, too. She wished that she could keep them from going to jail. They were not innocent, of course, but they were too young to be sent off to prison. They were innocent dupes in the hands of Lennie and Carol. Maybe she would talk to Adam and see if he could do something to spare the boys from a life in a prison. She would at least do what she could.
When Carol and Lennie talked of going to bed and getting a good night's sleep, she was glad. She wanted to go to bed and think about Adam and the things that they would probably do again. She could feel a new and special heat in her cheeks as she thought of the things that she and Adam did together and she decided that they would probably do them again.
Carol stood up and she yawned and she grinned a bit self-consciously as she looked at Lennie.
"I am exhausted," she said. "I guess I'm not as young or as sturdy as I used to be."
Lennie laughed as he yawned, too. "You had a very busy day," he said. "How many little times did you have for yourself?"
Carol laughed softly. "I have no idea," she said. "But, admit it, isn't that stuff wonderful?"
"It sure is," Lennie said. "And, there is a well-equipped dark room in the basement. I can develop pictures and we can look at them so the whole thing is just a bonanza."
"Fine," Carol said, yawning again. "Now can we go to bed?"
Lennie got up and they left the library. She went along to help Carol put the coffee things away and then she heard Lennie telling Lily and the twins that it was time for bed. She and Carol went into the living room and she sat down after the twins and Lily went off. Carol and Lennie were going to have a goodnight smoke and they invited her to join them.
They sat and watched the late news and Carol and Lenny kept yawning and when she learned back in the big armchair that she was sitting in, she got the shock of her life. She did something to a control and the whole back of the chair fell backwards and she went with it. It was something that startled her and frightened her a bit.
Too, she realized dimly, that there was something very important about the chair and its remarkable capabilities.
Somehow, she seemed to remember the chair but she wasn't exactly sure just how it fitted into her mind.
But she would remember.
Chapter Seven
Lily liked living in paradise; the things that she was doing and learning were thrilling her and filling her whole body with delicious sensations and she never wanted any of it to stop. She wished that Norma wasn't so square. She could tell that Norma got the same wild sensa-tions that she did out of fooling around with sex and she couldn't understand how Norma could ,lot enjoy it all. There had to be something wrong with dear sister Norma.
Carol looked at her and the brunette grinned. They were watching a dreary story on the television and she was dying to get up to her room so :hat she could wait for visitors. In spite of all .he action that they had enjoyed during the afternoon, she knew that Lennie and the boys would be horny as hell and Carol would be, too. She glanced at Norma and Carol saw the glance. She nodded and Lily knew that Carol would give Norma something to put her to sleep so they could have their fun and not have to worry about waking Norma no matter what they did. Carol said that Norma would have some very nice dreams and that would be all.
Thinking about the long night ahead and the many pleasures that would be possible got her all steamed up and really turned on and she was creaming her jeans just thinking about it all. She saw the funny little smile on Carol's pretty face and she wondered if the pretty little brunette had slipped her something in the food or the milk that she drank. She decided that Carol wouldn't bother. She had mentioned that kind of stuff to Carol once and the girl had laughed at her.
"Lily, dear," Carol had said, "hot as you are, giving you a little something to help you turn on would be like carrying coals to Newcastle. It would be a complete waste of good stuff."
Carol hadn't been critical, just very happy that Lily was the way she was. Now, of course, she knew how much Carol liked her, and she knew, too, how much Carol liked to eat her, so they were friends and lovers and they got along just fine.
She sat now in the living room, watching the dreary television show and she could feel the wetness her legs and she wished that she could just open her legs and let Carol eat her for a while and clean her up. She got so stirred up thinking about sex and the twins and all and she couldn't think straight. She could not get her mind to work very sensibly about anything.
Lennie grinned at her and he got up and stretched. He walked over to the television set and shut it off. The two boys were on the floor and they got up and headed for their bedroom without being told what to do. Lily smiled as she watched Carol and Lennie saying good night to Norma. She was such a square. And, she'd had a busy afternoon. She did everything that anybody could think up and she didn't even know that she had been doing it.
She wondered if she hated Norma, and she thought that she might. After all, she had been very willing to let Carol dope Norma up so that when they started fooling around with her, she didn't even know what the hell was going on. And, they got it all on film. Norma was a star and she didn't even know it.
She got up when everyone else did and she left the living room and started for her own room. She kissed Norma and she felt a stab of regret, but just for a moment. She shrugged as she turned away from her beautiful sister. Norma would go to sleep and have some really wild dream and that was all that she would have to worry about. Carol said that she would have crazy dreams even if no one touched her or bothered her. That was the way the stuff worked.
Carol said that Lennie had lots of it. It was a substance that grew in Mexico and a lot of the Jesus Freaks used it to get themselves turned on with sexual appetites that they somehow equated with a religion of a sort. Carol said that it was easily obtained and it was much better than pot because there was no memory of what had taken place after the victim slept it off.
Lily made a mental note to try some of it the first chance she got. Maybe she could get a little more fun out of screwing and fooling around with the drug.
She yawned as she went off to her room. Norma went into her room and she closed the door and she could see that Norma was tired. She would waste the whole night and get nothing more out of it than a few horny dreams.
Carol and Lennie and the boys would pile into her room, she knew, and they would spend the whole damned night having fun. Lennie was a real horny guy and the boys were even worse. but they were so young, you'd kind of expect it from them.
Lily entered her room and she began taking off her clothes and as she glimpsed the sweet beauty of her young breasts she shivered with a delicious feeling of raw sensuality and anticipation. She had no idea how she could have gotten so horny and so depraved while she was still so young but that was the way it was and she was glad. She walked to her bedroom window, gazed out into the darkness of the night and realized that she liked living in the big house, enjoying the uninhibited sexual fun with Carol and the boys and her sister, too. She would hate to let it all go after she and Carol finished the work that they had been hired to do.
Lennie had said that they were going to have a shooting session with her and get some films of her and the rest of them cavorting and having fun. Lennie said that those kind of films earned a lot of money and if she was a good performer, maybe they'd give her a steady job. She would like that. She could earn money for doing what she was going to do anyway.
She glanced up and then she smiled as Carol walked into the room. Carol was wrapped in a tight robe and she was carrying a small black case and a very pretty redhaired wig on its Styrofoam head. Carol placed the wig on the bureau and she put the black case on the bed.
Lily was cupping her naked breasts in her hands, enjoying the surging, queasy sensations of sexual excitement that she could always induce that way. She still had her skirt on and Carol unhooked it and dropped it to the floor.
She kissed Lily and her hand went to the deep fold of creamy white flesh and she began rubbing her finger against Lily's super-sensitive parts. Lily was prancing and wriggling and gasping and she popped and came right in Carol's hand. But Carol loved that. She smiled kind of crookedly at Lily and then she slid to her knees and Lily stood, legs apart, enjoying the sexual raptures that Carol's hungry mouth could always arouse in her cunt. Carol really drove her up the wall all the time and she wished that she could lie down and just let Carol go.
She could feel the way she was building up to the big one already and she wished that she could make the ecstasies last, but she could not.
She never could. She would become enthralled and enraptured by the wild, fierce sensations of sexual excitements and then she would come and the sap would run in her like a leaky faucet. She knew that her brain went crazy and she lost track of a lot of things, but she didn't mind that. Like the first time Lennie gave it to her in the ass, she hadn't even known what was happening but she sure loved it.
And, now, as Carol's tongue and clinging mouth sent her off into the distant orbits of ecstasy, she shuddered and squealed and whinnied and then she was coming and Carol was sucking her flesh with a savage hunger and she felt her brain swirling, overcome by sudden bliss and she knew that she was falling backwards onto the bed and she was glad that the bed was there.
Carol moved with her and for a long time, she felt the thrills and gushings that Carol's expert tongue induced. And then it was over and she lay spent and gasping on the bed. Carol was standing beside the bed looking down at her. She saw the smile on the brunette's pretty face and she sat up, her brain still spinning from the exaggerated rigors of great ecstasies and delicious thrills.
"I'll have to fix you up," Carol said. "You've got a little stubble and it would show. Your cunt would have five o'clock shadow."
"We wouldn't want that to happen," Lily said, gravely.
"Of course not," Carol said.
She turned and went into the bathroom and Lily sprawled on her back; when Carol returned, Lily enjoyed the touch of Carol's fingers as she smeared the depilatory all over the youngster's crotch. She went back into the bathroom and Lily heard the water running as Carol washed her fingers clean. She could feel the beginning of a mild stinging sensation in her slit and she sort of liked the way it excited her.
She wished that she could put her fingers down there and pop herself while it was tingling but she was afraid to get the depilatory lotion into the wrong place. She had done that once and it had hurt like hell. She squeezed her breasts instead and that made her come right away.
Carol came to the door and she crooked her finger and Lily got up and trotted into the bathroom just like an excited puppy. She started to sit down on the toilet and Carol stopped her.
"Don't," she said.
"I've got to go," Lily said.
"Hold it," Carol said, smiling. "Lennie will want you to piss all over the boys, one at a time, so he can film it. So save it."
The idea delighted Lily and she knew that she would really enjoy giving the boys a golden shower so she stifled the urge to empty herself for the time being. Carol glanced at her watch and she nodded. She turned on the shower and Lily got under it. She was not surprised when Carol stepped out of her robe and got into the shower with her. Carol liked to wash her and shower with her and if Carol got horny she would get right down and eat Lily and she always enjoyed it and welcomed Carol between her legs.
By the time Carol's hands got through with her and they were toweling themselves dry, Lily was so horny she was sick and Carol knew it. But, she did nothing to put the fires out. Lily kissed Carol's sweet young mouth and she was practically begging for attention but Carol shook her head.
"Honey," she said, "Lennie wants you hot. H' wants to get it all on film. He has it figured that you are going to be twins, a beautiful little blonde bombshell and a gorgeous redhead, too. Lennie figures that we should be through here pretty soon, so he wants to get all the film on you that he can. He will pay you, which you know, of course. Lennie likes you."
"He likes Norma, too," Lily said, smiling. "Look at all the fun he has had with her."
"It isn't the same," Carol said. "Whenever we have used your sister she has been a zombie. Lennie likes them to be alive and alert and red hot. Like you.
Lily put her hand down so that she could rub her palm on her pubis. It was as smooth as her cheek and she even got a little charge out of fooling around with her soft, smooth flesh. Carol watched her and she shook her head in sympathetic wonder. Her attitude suggested that Lily was a sexpot, a little ball of fire who should never get out of bed.
When they went back into the bedroom, Lennie and the boys were there. Lennie had set up a bank of powerful lights at the end of the bed and there were a couple set up around the room. Lennie even had a script of sorts.
"Lily is going to be the red head, the cold and prudish sister and one of the boys will enter her bedroom like a burglar and she will try to fight him off and get her clothes ripped off and then while she is just about naked the boy will twist her arm and hurt her and that will drive her down onto her knees. Then she can suck him off, while he pulls her hair and makes her do it.
"Lily, you got to stop looking so happy when you are sucking a cock. You got to make like you hate doing it and when he comes, don't be so damned eager to swallow it. Make like you hate the whole business. You got to act."
Lily snickered. "I am not that good an actress," she said. "Once I get my mouth on a cock you know the way I am."
"I sure do, honey," Lennie said, grinning. "Maybe you'd better suck me off right away so I can keep my wits about me. You know, take the edge off for me."
"Sure," Lily said.
She was wandering around stark naked and she could understand how the guys would get steamed up looking at her and Carol. The brunette was naked, too, so they had lots to look at. Lennie had a robe on and he opened it and he was naked, too. He had an enormous hard-on and when she began handling his balls and his stiff prick, he began to shake and he pushed her head right down on his cock. He was too hot to last protractedly and she got a mouthful as soon as she began using her tongue against his inflamed flesh.
He didn't make her stop and she kept right on sucking him. Carol went to one of the boys and she had him get out of his robe and she sucked him off quickly. When he was done, she gave her attention to the other boy and Lennie approved the whole thing.
"I'll let Lily pop me again," Lennie said. "That way I'll be able to stay on the camera for a while. When it gets too hot for me, she can suck me again. Or maybe I'll fuck her. Everybody will fuck her before we are finished."
She heard the things that Lennie was saying and she was glad that he felt the way he did about her. It pleased her to know that she was going to spend most of the night in all sorts of sex acts. She would do whatever Lennie told her to do because she knew, instinctively, that Lennie was a mean son of a bitch. The way he hurt her when he was coming in her mouth was one tip-off, and there were others. She had seen him twist his fingers in Carol's hair and damned near scalp her when he was busting his nuts in her mouth. He seemed to get a big kick out of doing that to a girl, especially when he knew that the girl was too excited and too far out to really know what he was doing. But, they could sure feel the pain.
Lennie let her pop him twice, then he pushed her away and when he saw that Carol had taken the edge off for the boys, he told Carol to have a smoke and then he wanted her to dress little Lily in the schoolgirl outfit that they had brought with them.
Carol gave her a cigarette and she felt grateful. Then, while they smoked and struggled to get their senses back into proper shape, Carol explained what Lennie had in mind.
"You play the part of a young and pretty little school girl with a middy blouse and short skirt and bobby socks and like that. Then you play your twin sister, the redhead. The boys break in and assault you, one at a time. Then they both give it to you, one in each hole, and then they make you blow them. And, when I walk in, I play the part of your mother. They go after me, too, and I am forced to accept whatever they want to do to me, and then I eat you for a while. Then, if the boys can get it stiff, I suck them for a while. Lennie has it all worked out. But, you are going to be the star of our little epic, so we dress you up just like you are a little girl."
"I am a little girl," Lily said, smiling.
"That's what made me think of this little charade," Lennie said. "I don't know why, but the guys who lay their money out for films always pay lots more to see a young girl get it. Anybody can tell you that. So, that's what we are going to give them."
Carol concentrated upon making Lily look too young and too virginal and when they all agreed that Lily was ready to be raped and assaulted in every possible way, the movie began.
Lennie set the camera up so that it would take her picture as she opened the door of the room and ostensibly arrived home. Once the door was closed behind her, the action began. One of the twins stepped out of the closet and lunged at her, ripped her blouse to shreds and Lily's beautiful young breasts were naked and exposed to the touch of the intruder. Lily began to fight and struggled and the more she struggled, the more clothing she lost. The boy kept on tearing her clothing from her body and pretty soon she was stark naked and when the boy pushed her down onto the bed, her legs fell apart, thrusting her genitalia into great prominence. Lennie moved in for close-ups as Lily slowly closed her legs. The boy, either Mark or Leslie, she didn't know or care which, turned her over and as his fingers crept into the valley between her buttocks; she automatically moved up onto her hands and knees and the region between her legs was exposed for the gaze of the viewer in a way that pushed all of Lily's sexual equipment right into a big close up and she knew that Lennie was lingering on her crotch and she didn't mind. If guys wanted to look at her cunt and drool over it, it was okay with her. She was beginning to get too wet between her lips down there and Lennie told Mark (or Leslie) to eat her for a little while. Lennie stopped the camera and Carol moved close so that she could kiss him.
Lily, on her back on the bed, felt the boy's mouth covering her inflamed flesh; she popped right away and then began to gasp and whimper and moan with an excess of sexual agitation and she began to enjoy what the boy was doing and her whole being became involved.
She knew that Lennie was again using the camera and she could feel the heat of the lights on her body but she was too wrought up and caught up in sexual frenzies to care about anything, especially how she was acting.
She was aware that the other boy had arrived upon the scene and he was busy with her person, too, and she could enjoy the blazing agonies that came alive in her midsection when one boy rammed himself into her rearend and the other one had his stiff cock far up inside of her cunt and she was clawing the air with fierce and awful convulsions of exaggerated sexual bliss.
She lost all semblance of reason and decorum and she became an animal and she had a grand and glorious time, a time filled with abundant joys and varied and intensified thrills and sometimes she was conscious and sometimes she was not, but at no time did the exquisite sensations of extreme sexual pleasure diminish. It went on and on and she could feel each different act as it occurred and, for her, there was greater sensation in some things than in others.
She remembered that Lennie ran out of film and by then no one cared. He had more than enough on film and they simply went on and on, too immersed in sexual activity to stop, too eager to enjoy and to exploit each other. In time, exhaustion set in and they rested and when she finally got her senses straightened out, Lily was alone and she was glad about that. She was worn out and it felt like every bone and sinew in her body was strained and pushed out of shape. She stretched out in her bed and that was a grand feeling, almost sexual in its pleasurable nature, she thought.
She slept and her dreams were strange and distorted, bits and pieces of a strange erotic flavor. She rarely had any dreams, but she could not remember ever having sexual dreams either, but she was new at the sex business so she couldn't be too sure about a lot of things.
She woke and it was sort of gray in her room and she could not imagine why she had stopped sleeping. Then she saw that one of the boys was in the room with her. She could barely see him. She lifted the covers of the bed and he got into the bed with her.
She said, "Hi, Leslie."
He said, "I'm Mark."
She reached down and felt his immense erection and she sighed as a swift tide of seething thrills raced through her body and alerted her to the pleasures that were possible.
"I woke up and it got so hard I just couldn't sleep. You want to suck it for a while?"
"Sure," Lily said. "Let me get down in the bed."
The boy turned onto his side and she folded her legs up so that she could get his cock into her mouth and then she began sucking him and she felt like a nursing child. He was constantly exuding his honey and she was greedy and ambitious. He came and she devoured him and then she wriggled herself into a position of greater comfort and she kept on sucking him. In time, he came again and then she wanted more. She could tell that the boy was almost asleep, so she shifted in the bed and straddled his face with her hips and he began licking her, practically by instinct and then she went on with what she was doing.
She had it all worked out in her mind that she was going to be very calm and ladylike and not let him suck too much out of her but once his nimble tongue and mobile lips began their insidious and inflammatory work, she began having one orgasm after another and she just couldn't seem to stop. Leslie became very enthusiastic and she was shaking and gasping and her whole body was throbbing with furious sexual urgings.
The boy was virtually inexhaustible, which she knew, of course, but as time passed and he maintained his erection she found that she was filled with a rather startled sense of very real appreciation for the young man's stamina and virility.
It was daylight in the room when she became aware of things again and she supposed that Carol's arrival was the reason for her struggle to become alert. Carol was standing beside her bed, watching her and Leslie as they sucked on each other and she could tell from the slack, puffy look of Carol's face that she was really turned on. She sat up and reached for a cigarette. Carol smiled at her and she held her hand out for a cigarette, too.
"Hi," Lily said, "join the party."
"I intend to," Carol said. "I am so damned hot I can't stand it. It's only about six in the morning so we have time." She was wearing a thin nightie and she gazed at the boy in the bed with Lily. "Go get your brother," she said, crisply. "We can use both of you."
The boy jumped out of bed with a speed that surprised Lily. He seemed to be afraid of Carol and she could not imagine any reason for that. He went out of the room and Lily noticed with a feeling of great joy, that his big cock was still fiercely erect and quite ready for action. Carol smiled at her and then the older girl began getting out of her nightgown. When she was naked she got onto the bed and Lily's hands found the firm, rubbery breasts and as soon as she had their fullness in her palms, she heard a quick, agonized gasp from Carol and then the lovely brunette began shaking and Lily knew that Carol was having an orgasm of great intensity and she began massaging the warm, svelte flesh in her hands, and as Carol's sexual convulsions deepened and became more intense, Lily squeezed and hurt the delicate flesh, knowing that she was intensifying Carol's sexual ecstasies by increasing the anguish of the moment. She held Carol then as the last vestiges of a massive orgasm worked its way into oblivion and she began kissing Carol's soft, sweet mouth, she slid into a position where she could find Carol's sex with her mouth and then Carol bent forward and found her crotch, too, and they were very busy with a wild and sensually rewarding sixty-nine when the boys walked in on them.
Carol's frenzies were too intense to be satisfied by cunnilingus only, and so she moved away from Lily, and she opened her legs, spreading the lips of her too red cunt while she crooked a finger at one of the boys. Lily watched, knowing that Carol was going to have herself a time with Leslie who was fresh from sleep and rest. She could see that Mark's cock was still reddened from the fierce suction she had employed upon it.
Carol sighed and she wriggled her bottom contentedly against the boy's hips as he slid his cock into her. The voluptuous joy that Carol was experiencing was very apparent and watching her getting fucked so furiously got Lily turned on and she beckoned the other boy to come and climb on top of her. She shivered with delicious thrills of great pleasure as the boy's long cock slid into her and she was sure that every single nerve ending in her whole sexual region was alive and throbbing and aching with a need for relief.
She began moving her hips around and that got the boy into a state of high excitement and he began plunging into her with fierce, savage thrusts that gave her great, surging thrills of pure sensual delight. She was moving toward a quick orgasm and that distressed her a bit because she wanted it all to last for a long, long time and she knew that it would not because she always lost track of things too quickly and the heavy throes of sexual ecstasy began to throb and seethe in her loins and her brains went haywire and she became animal, acting and reacting to erotic stimuli too splendid to endure and she drifted and soared and throbbed and her loins spilled their distilled honies and when she became aware of things again she saw that Carol was licking her boy's prick and he was enjoying that, too. Her whole midsection felt like it had been stretched out of shape and hurt and aroused beyond all reason.
Carol moved in on her and she opened her legs so that the lovely brunette could feast in her crotch and she moved so that she could feast upon Carol's sweet young flesh. They shifted into a sixty-nine and Carol was on top and Lily realized that Carol always managed to be on top, somehow. Then she forget about everything as she began tasting Carol's flesh and the sweetness that it yielded and she gave herself up to the enjoyment of voluptuous appetites. Carol was making soft, snuffling sounds and an occasional whimper and she was making noises, too, but she forgot all about everything else in a moment or two as Carol's harsh suction began stimulating her sensitive meat and she could feel the juices being dragged from her deepest depths. It was a sweet, thickening feeling and she was able to enjoy it and intensify its fury and then, when relief came, she was able to begin all over again and enjoy a whole new world of differing and varying ecstasies. Carol was a sexual vampire, feeding upon the flesh that was distilling dew drops of purest nectar and even as this thought occurred to her, she realized that she was doing the very same thing.
Carol finally stopped and she was sure that it was only because Carol's jaws ached from eating cunt. It had to be for that reason because her jaws ached, too.
They lit cigarettes and became aware of the two boys sitting on their haunches, cocks hard and eager, eyes bright and alert to the possibilities for more fun and games.
Carol said, "Look at those two. I swear they never quit.
"I don't want them to quit," Lily said. "I want more and more out of them. Golly, I never get enough. I never do."
Carol sighed. "I know. Why don't you let them both fuck you and then I will let them both fuck me, too."
Lily grinned at Carol. She loved that idea. The two girls sat on the bed, handling a boy's cock, while they enjoyed a cigarette and then Lily was ready for the double entry session. She had grown to like that little trick and Carol knew it.
One of the boys was on his back so Lily sat astride his hips. The boy's cock fitted right up inside of her and then she bent forward as she lowered on to the boy's belly. That left her other opening available and the other boy slipped his cock into that. Then, as the two boys began moving in her, Lily simply lost all control and she really flipped out. Her hips began shifting and squirming around and her whole being turned into a bright burning flame and she was able to throb and ache and seethe with sensations too glorious to describe or even analyze. The boys came in her and she never knew and she never cared. The blazing furies alive and glowing within her loins were simply too powerful to subside simply because others were subsiding. Lily was alive with weird and lovely sensations and she had no idea of what was taking place, where she was, or who she was. For a long time, she was a vegetable, glowing and burning with furious feelings of great bliss, and then she began to feel the gentler sensations of orgasm and awareness drifted back to her, in spite of the ebbing tide of sensuality and orgiastic splendors.
She was not too surprised to find that Carol was eating her again. Carol could get turned on something fierce, just by watching somebody get fucked or sucked. Any kind of sexual activity got Carol into orbit and she was the kind who would have to do something about her needs. She had told Lily at one time, that when she got stirred up, she had to have attention or her brains went haywire and she was not able to function or do anything sensible.
Lily liked the way Carol ate her. Carol's little tongue was always darting into the depths of her cunt and she seemed to know how and where to press on Lily's lower abdomen to push out the goodies that the boys had injected her with. Carol was a honey-eater from way back and she loved to stimulate the flesh and force it into adding to her hoard of nectars. Carol was expert and avid.
Always.
The boys watched Carol eating Lily and that got them both hard all over again. She was still hot and very much interested in having more fun and she told the boys to kneel, one on either side of her. Then, while Carol went on, sucking her sensitive flesh dry, she got both of the boys into her mouth. She had trouble fitting them in properly and her mouth was distended,
but she was able to suck on the twin cocks and then her tongue began its expert work and in a very short time, she was flooded, but one boy came and filled her mouth and her throat and when she had finally devoured him, the other boy came, too, and she swallowed him, too.
She was glad when she could get their cocks out of her mouth and as her lips resumed their usual shape she decided that she wasn't really that much impressed with sucking two at a time. One at a time would suffice for her.
Carol's nimble tongue was doing quick, and marvelous things to her flesh and she could feel herself building up to a massive orgasm and Carol, knowing what she was achieving for Lily, kept on and on. The boys were close to her, each of them sucking one of her breasts and she had a cock in each hand. She began to hear the wild, keening sounds that she was making and she wished that she could build up to the big one with a certain ladylike grave and quiet, but she could not, and she knew, as they did, that when she finally began coming, she would whinny like a horse and keep right on making the wild, crazy sounds until her body achieved its purposes and her glands burst and spilled all over the place.
She felt the rising tides of ecstasy beginning in her loins and her senses glowed and sparkled and then she began to make the shrill whinnying sounds and her whole being exploded.
And, for her, that was the big one.
The nicest one of all.
Chapter Eight
The bright morning sunlight in her room snapped Norma awake with a sudden fearful conviction that she had forgotten to do something that was very important. For a moment she had no idea what she could have forgotten and then she recalled her nocturnal date with Adam Wright.
She had slept right through the night and her dreams had been lurid, erotic and decidedly stimulating. She could feel the slipperiness between her legs even before she moved her thighs. She was sopping and that distressed her. It was bad enough that she should have such horrid dreams, but when a nice girl could have such dreams and react to them with all of the outward signs of an aroused sexuality, it was particularly awful.
She got out of bed and when she checked the alarm clock she saw that it had gone off and she had slept right through it. That was very unusual for her. She was usually the type who woke just a few minutes before the alarm went off. But that had not happened this time. She had no idea why she should have slept right on past the alarm.
She wondered if Adam Wright would be angry. If he would arrest her, too, along with the others. She didn't think that he would.
While she was dressing she decided that she would have to make another trip to the library again. Somewhere along the way, she was sure, she would see Adam Wright. And, she would get the chance to explain things to him. And, of course, they would meet again in the carriage house that night and perhaps he would want to hold her and kiss her. She remembered the things that she had done with Adam Wright and she could feel all of her skin prickling and the sudden heat in her cheeks made her cringe. And then she was angry, furious with herself because she could not accept sex as something that two people could share and enjoy without shame or embarrassment. But, she couldn't do it that way. She had to blush and tremble and struggle against unknown forces and even as she surrendered, she faced the tacit suspicion that she had yearned to be forced or coerced into a sexual activity right along.
She began to feel the creeping, crawling excitements, building within her and she decided that there would be an easy way to thwart such inclinations. She would step into the shower and by the time the water had drenched her and cleansed her, she would be able to breakfast with the others on an equal footing.
They were all so calm, so self-assured and she thought sometimes that she hated them because they were so strong, so powerful. Lily was very much like them and becoming more so all the time. She would have to do something about Lily. Of course, she had pretty well made sure that Adam did not arrest Lily, along with the others, but she felt that there was more that she should do about Lily. Like get her interested in the good things of life. Lily was only interested in boys these days. And, that, of course, could be very dangerous for a thirteen-year-old girl with a body like Lily's. She had seen the way men looked at Lily. She had even known several moments of envy, too.
She stretched and when she walked into the bathroom she was conscious of feelings that were very much out of place in her body. She was turned on sexually, somehow, and she hurried to get into the shower and get under the water so she wouldn't have to do that dreary business with the fingers, just so that she could think.
She defeated her own purposes, actually, because the water was warm and when she soaped her body she naturally used the soap and the washcloth there, too, and just rubbing her supersensitive flesh there made her come and she stood, leaning against the slick walls, while the weakening orgasm swept through her and almost robbed her of the ability to stand. That was another thing. She was sure that the orgasms she experienced were much more strenuous than other people experienced. She was nearly wiped out completely every time she had a good orgasm. Of course, she was able to enjoy them and sometimes, like now, she would get so overcome with sensual and sexual urgings she just had to do something.
She stood under the harsh cascade of water and as the stinging spray touched her breasts and her pubic region, she could feel a rising tide of sensual pleasure in her body and she knew that she was trembling, shaken anew by more stimulation. A sense of utter degradation came to her as she used her fingers to relieve herself again. She was becoming a voluptuary, a girl who could find great erotic bliss in horrid dreams and she was a real fake. She could find great sexual pleasures in the things that she would dream about, and she could do things with Adam Wright, but in her heart of hearts, or wherever cowards really lived, she was still the ice maiden and she would always be the ice maiden. That thought frightened her, somehow.
She dressed carefully and when she went downstairs to breakfast she found the others already eating. Carol and Lily had done some marvelous things to eggs and bacon and there was lots of fresh coffee and she was sure that she was starving.
She began with some coffee and Carol fixed eggs and bacon for her and she began eating, knowing that the others were looking at her, admiring her, and she was quietly glad that she had taken such pains with her makeup and her grooming.
"I think I'd better go to the library again," she said. "There are some new reference books I think I'd better take out so I can pretty well authenticate some of these things."
Lennie leaned back in the booth. He stretched his long arms up over his head and when he shook his head at her he was grinning.
"No need for that now," he said, amiably. "We just about finished with what we got to do here. Me and the boys will load everything that is worth anything into the panel truck and we will take it out and sell it. We are just about ready to blow this place. We will call in a real estate agent and let him sell the place now."
While she took a sip of coffee, Norma did some thinking. She wondered what sort of plans, if any, Lennie had for her and Lily. She decided that she would ask.
Lennie had an answer ready for her. He sat back in the booth, a big smile on his face, a cigarette curling smoke between his fingers, and he seemed to be trying to be especially nice to her. Lily was sitting in the booth, only a few feet away and she was watching as Norma listened to Lennie.
"Things have changed a bit for us, honey," Lennie said. "Like we figured that it would take weeks for you to make the inventory, but it only takes a few days, so we will pay you like for five weeks. That way, Carol and the boys and I can go our way and-you and Lily can move back into the guest house. But, a lot richer. It wont be a loss for you, anyway. We expected to stay here a lot longer but some things have come up and we want to move along."
Lily sat up straight and her cute little breasts jutted out like little bullets. She smiled at Lennie and she seemed to be a bit saddened and subdued.
"I'll miss all of you," Lily said. "I really will. Maybe you would want to take me along?"
Lennie pushed his cup toward Carol who was pouring fresh coffee. He grinned at Lily's eagerness to go with him.
"What would your sister think about such an idea?" Lennie said.
Lily shrugged. "What is it to her? She isn't my mother. Only my sister. You know what I'm like and the things that I like to do. I would come in handy, you know that."
"You sure would," Lennie said, "but no dice. You and your sister will make out just fine and everything will work out very nicely for both of you. You will be better off after we have gone on our way."
No one said anything then for a while and when breakfast was finished, Lennie and the boys began loading the panel truck with everything that looked to be expensive. Norma watched them as they worked and she wondered why they were changing their plans, why there was suddenly a need for haste. She just didn't understand why they were moving out and she wondered if Adam would know what they were going to do.
She and Carol cleaned up in the kitchen and Lily went with Lennie and the boys to dispose of the truckload of expensive treasures they were about to sell.
"You girls find us some more goodies," Lennie said, just before he left he left the house. "Another day or two should finish us up here. So, you do the best you can to get the good stuff out."
They went into the library and Carol began packing all of the expensive books into cartons that Lennie had brought the day before. There was a quality of ruthlessness in the way Carol handled the expensive books and that made Norma wince. She liked books and she hated watching Carol handle them so carelessly.
"We'll go through the whole house," Carol said. "What's good or salable, we'll pack up. Lennie really wants to get away from here at fast as possible."
Carol was sitting on the floor, her knees up under her chin and Norma was sitting nearby. Carol took a package of cigarettes from her skirt pocket and she got one lit, then she handed the pack to Norma. When she moved, Carol's legs fell apart and Norma saw the hairless pubis, the sticky pink lips of Carol's sexual organ and then she saw the little mole that she had seen in her erotic dreams. She suspected then, that her wild sexual phantasmagorias were not dreams, after all.
Carol noticed that Norma was looking at her little cunt and she smiled, deliberately shifted her legs so that Norma could get a better look. The mole was there, exactly in the spot she had seen it in when she was sure that she was dreaming. Carol was watching her rather closely, apparently interested in her reaction to the sight of the naked crotch.
"I hate to wear pants," Carol said. "They are always so restricting. Too, they always rub my crotch raw."
Norma did not want to discuss Carol's liking for going around without underwear. She put the package of cigarettes down on the carpeting and she stood up, trembling, frightened and very much distressed by the thoughts that were going through her mind. She remembered the chair that turned into a couch when you pressed a hidden button and she remembered many things that had been well hidden, or at least, dormant, in her mind.
Carol was watching her, and she could tell that the brunette was aware of her agitation. Carol smiled at her and she puffed on her cigarette a moment later and then blew the smoke toward the ceiling.
"You look upset, dear," Carol said. "What's the matter?"
Norma was too worked up to dissemble. "I have been having some awful dreams since I moved into this house," Norma said. "At least, I thought that they were dreams, but now I'm not so sure."
Carol nodded her head understandingly. "It's that damned wine," she said. "It does the same thing to me. The things that happen to me in my dreams are horrible. Absolutely awful. I know exactly what you are talking about."
Norma went behind the big polished desk. She sat down in the black leather chair. She was trying to sort things out in her mind and she was not doing it very sensibly.
"I don't like mentioning such extremely personal things," Norma said, delicately, "but I couldn't help seeing your private area just now. And I noticed that you have a mole just above your uh, well, you know what I mean. I saw that same mole in my wild dreams. And, I saw that you were shaved down there, too. It was all in my dreams, just like it actually is. That is what has got me worried."
Carol laughed at her. "You have seen my crotch a dozen times, at least," Carol said. "I never wear pants when we are alone in the house anyway, and while we have been working, you have seen everything often. You probably just didn't pay an attention to it, that's all. After all, we are both girls. I've never paid any attention to you or the way you are made, but I'll bet that I have seen your privates often, too. So don't let it worry you."
Norma smiled and she nodded. When Carol explained it that way, it did seem reasonable. She remembered that the brunette was always sitting around with her legs apart and she must have looked without realizing what she was doing.
She put her cigarette out in the ornate ashtray on the desk and she was prepared to go through the rest of the house with Carol when the front door bell rang.
It was an unexpected sound and it startled both of them. Carol stood up, she shook her skirt into neatness and then she grinned at Norma.
"I'll go. It's probably a salesman."
Carol went off and Norma sat behind the desk, trying to decide about things. Carol's explanation was so glib, so specious, and she suspected that she wanted to accept it, and when she actually thought about it all in the broad light of day, Carol's explanation made sense. She shrugged and decided to try to forget it.
She lit another cigarette and stood, wondering just where Carol would want to begin plundering the rest of the house.
Carol came back into the library and she had an odd look on her face.
"He wants to see you," Carol said. "It's the truant officer chasing Lily. He wants to know why she hasn't been in school lately."
She stared at Carol, not comprehending this new development. The school authorities had no interest in Lily, or if they did, they had no idea where she might be at the moment. She went off to see the truant officer and she was not at all surprised to find Adam Wright standing at the front door. He winked at her and he smiled.
"Your little sister is a runaway," he said. "The school authorities asked me to locate her and get her back into school."
He spoke very loudly, for the benefit of any who might be listening. Then he spoke to Norma in a tone that was almost a whisper.
"I love the way you keep dates," he said. "I waited for most of the night."
Norma leaned forward as he did, too, and then she kissed him quickly, almost chastely.
"I slept right through," she said. "I think they gave me something to keep me asleep. I don't know why."
Loudly, she said, "My sister has been ill, but she will be in school again within a week. Will that be satisfactory?"
He grinned at her and while he spoke loudly to her, he reached out and cupped her lush breasts in his palms. She gasped in surprise and then she moaned with pleasure, and her whole being became involved in a sudden sensuality. He squeezed the firm, young flesh in his fingers and when she shivered and whimpered, he let her go.
"You make sure that you get that kid back into school right away," he said, loudly. Whispering, he said, "Meet me tonight, same time, same place. Don't let them give you anything, you hear?"
She nodded and she was shocked to discover that there were tears on her cheeks. Seeing Adam again had affected her and stirred her deeply, and the feel of his hands on her sensitive breasts had been exceptionally stimulating, too. She wanted him to take her into his arms and hold her against him, but that was impossible.
She heard Carol's footsteps and she stepped back so that she could close the door. Adam Wright winked again and then he left the porch.
Carol moved up to stand beside her as they watched him get into his car and drive away.
"How the hell did he get in here?" Carol said. "It isn't that easy, you know."
"Lennie and the others must have left the gates unlocked," Norma said. "Maybe they are getting careless now."
Carol nodded but she didn't really believe it. She waited for Norma to close and lock the front door, then they walked back to the library. Norma felt that some sort of explanation was in order so she told Carol that the school authorities traced Lily and her through her previous employers and now they were insisting that she send Lily to school.
"I guess I'll have to make her go," Norma said. "Lily hates school and I know just how she feels."
They went on a tour of the house and there were treasures in every room. It was a big house and Norma wondered how the owners would ever get everything back in order again. It seemed like a tremendous task, and not at all like the business of plundering.
Carol insisted that they should pack all of the silverware and anything else of value that they could find. She said that Lennie would sell off everything in sight for low prices just so that they could get underway again.
"Lennie gets antsy when he can't move around," Carol explained. "That's why we finally decided that we would pack up and get. So, now we will put everything in cartons and Lennie and the kids will peddle it in a hurry."
Norma didn't say anything. She worked along with Carol and they packed many cartons and left them in the rooms they were packed in. The boys and Lennie would find them and load them into the truck. And that would be the end of that.
The day went quickly for Norma, probably because she was busy all the while. When it was time to begin fixing dinner, she helped with that, too, and when Carol offered her some wine, while they were fixing dinner, she refused. Carol didn't insist and the two of them worked together very comfortably. In a way, she liked Carol and she wished that she was not a thief. She would hate to be the one to send Carol off to jail but there was no other way to do things. Carol was a crook and that was all that there was to that.
She sat at the kitchen table with the others, later, and while they ate and talked of the money that had been taken in and the humorous events of the day, Norma watched all of them, imagining them in prison. She could imagine how it would be for Lennie. He would sort of take to prison life and make out just fine. The boys would probably be sent to a farm where they could be rehabilitated and taught a trade. Carol would go into a girls' reformatory and she, too, would be taught a trade or something to do what would be honest.
Carol reported the truant officer's visit and Lily had some unkind things to say about truant officers, school, in general, and how the hell did he get in?
"Nobody bothered to lock the gates after we went out this morning,"
Lennie said. "Who figured on truant officers?"
When they were lingering over coffee and cigarettes, Lennie wanted to know what they had accomplished during the day and Carol gave him an inventory. Lennie and the boys decided that they would begin loading the truck after dinner and they would be ready then to get an early start in the morning.
Norma volunteered to clean things up in the kitchen and Carol went along with Lennie, the boys and Lily. She wished that she could tell Lily about what was going to happen to Lennie and the others but she did not dare. The way she felt about Lennie and the twins and Carol, Lily would tell them and give the whole show away.
She couldn't wait for the time to pass so that she could pretend to go to bed and then sneak out of the house and walk to the carriage house and find Adam Wright waiting there for her.
The others worked steadily, loading the cartons that she and Carol had packed into the truck and when they were finally finished, it was well after ten o'clock and everyone was exhausted. When the general move toward the upstairs bedrooms took place, Norma was almost as tired as everyone else.
She was afraid to go to sleep and trust the alarm clock again. Instead, once she reached her bedroom, she took a shower and freshened up and then she sat down and waited for the others to settle down, too.
She waited until it was after one o'clock in the morning and she was sure that everyone else was sound asleep. When she was walking in the night, she stopped and turned and looked back at her little sister's windows and there was no light. Lily was sound asleep, exhausted and worn out from the hard work that they had all had to do in order to accomplish Lennie's purposes.
Adam was waiting for her and she walked right into his arms and as soon as his mouth found her lips, the trembling began and she wept. He held her and she could feel the way his heart was pounding and her own was racing just as wildly. She shivered as his lips moved across her own and then he moved, somehow, so that her back was against the wall of the building and then he was putting his hands on her breasts and even through the fabric of her blouse, the nerve endings reacted to his touch and she could feel the rising fever in her loins. For a moment she was filled with a touch of outrage, desolate because of the quick and eager responses he could arouse in her. That was not the way she was supposed to be and that he could turn her on so completely annoyed her.
And then the sense of outrage was gone and she stopped thinking and she could feel her brain turning into oatmeal and her legs turned into weak and useless stalks and when he put his hand under her skirt and she felt his fingertips sliding inside the rim of her panties, a sob escaped her and she shivered, anticipating the touch of his fingers in her innermost slit. When it actually happened, she clung to him, whimpering softly, weeping openly and as his fat finger slipped up inside of her she drenched it with the fruits of an exceptionally wet orgasm.
He began moving his finger in and out in her tight little sheath and the raw, blazing sensations that sizzled in her flesh drove her frantic and he seemed to know what he was doing to her. His mouth was kissing her lips constantly and his finger was sliding in and out and her orgasms were growing in intensity and he was shaking as violently as she was.
"I can't stop," he whispered, finally. "I want to stop, and get us inside, at least, but I want so much from you. I just can't seem to stop."
A frantic, fleeting thought raced through her disorganized brain and she was going to reach down and push his hand away and withdraw his finger from its inflamed nest in the process but she couldn't do anything like that. She could only stand weakly, pinned against the building, shaking and wriggling and coming with a never ending frenzy that finally forced her into a massive orgasm that robbed her of all strengths and she slid down to the cement walk. He went along with her, still holding on to her, still kissing her with undiminished ardor.
And because it was all so splendid, so long overdue, she wept and responded to his lovemaking with a new freedom. His hands did terrible things to her clothes and she was naked and not naked, really, because she was still wearing her clothing but he had displaced it completely and her hips and bottom, sexual parts and breasts were bared, and he was using his mouth on them while his hands forced her legs apart and then he was sliding his stiff cock into her and she was moaning and groaning as ecstasy began and crested swiftly, too swiftly. She could feel every nerve and muscle and particle of her being throbbing and bursting with a new and special type of eagerness and when orgasm came it was too intense and she fainted, for a second and then her body was throbbing and screaming with exaggerated ecstasies and she finally began a series of sexual convulsions that eased most of the torments within her. She could feel him inside her body and it was a good feeling, a wonderful feeling and even as orgasm followed orgasm and pleasures followed sensual pleasures, her mind told her, in a lucid moment, that she was very possibly freed, no longer imprisoned in a chrysalis of frigidity and frost.
She was writhing and gasping as her heels dug into his back and she could feel the hot, splashing warmth of his sap spattering her intimate parts and she stifled a tiny scream of purest delight as his spurting juices triggered her own responses and she came with a furious spasm of pure erotic glee.
The brand new passions seething in her did not abate much, even after she and Adam clung together on the sidewalk, nearly naked, their bodies and glands quaking with fierce and savage reactions to erotic zeal. She wondered why it wasn't all over, why the pangs and anguishes of her newly-born sexuality still lingered. Her whole being felt like the repository of a great surging tide that could only recede for a time and then would rise and threaten and demand and the savage needs and inclinations would have to be dealt with all over again. And that seemed to be the very nicest part of it all.
"I love you," Adam said.
"I love you, too," she said.
They kissed, locked in a quick, taut embrace and then they began to shudder and shake again and his hands found her breasts and her hands found his immense throbbing prong and she thrilled to the touch of his cock. She wanted to do something very daring, she wanted to test her new discovered boldness and she wanted to taste him. She bent her head downwards and then she was kissing his organ touching its tip with her wet little tongue, and she was using her lips to suck at the very tiny opening in his organ and then she was tasting him and her body began to squirm in a weird sort of ecstasy and she wanted more of him. Always more.
She knew that he was writhing and squirming around and she was filled with a sense of wonder that she could do such things and then she was filled with a new lust and she was an animal and she slid her mouth down over his cock and her tongue began its assault upon his flesh and she was sucking him wildly, and she knew that he had one hand between her legs, thrilling her there and his other hand was fondling one of her breasts and as he teased the sweet flesh of her nipple she wished fervently that he could have been an octopus with at least eight hands to caress her all over.
He came then and she tasted him and swallowed him and she knew that it was only prelude, that there would be more for them, much more. When he finally pushed her head upwards, she let his organ slide out of her mouth reluctantly. He hugged her to him and then he kissed her and they were shivering in the sudden chill of the night air.
"We'd better get out of here," he said. "We can go inside."
He stood up and then he reached down to help her get up onto her feet. He got the door of the place opened and they went inside. Their eyes were accustomed to the darkness and they moved about in the gray world inside the building with great confidence, and as soon as they found a place to sit down, they turned again into each other's arms.
He lit cigarettes and gave one to her. She took it and her heart was still pounding and she was as shaky,, as could be. He was too and she could feel the way he was when she kissed him. "Doesn't it ever stop?" she whispered. "Not if we're lucky," he said.
She kissed his lips and he held her tightly and his hands were caressing the back of her head and she had to tell him about the way she felt about things.
"I like the way you taste," she whispered shyly.
"I'm glad," he said. "I want to taste you, too.., "I know," she said.
"There's carpeting on the floor. We can do it later."
He would not wait for later. He slid off of the thing that they were sitting on and she opened her legs for him so that he could put his mouth between her thighs. She began panting and moaning as soon as she felt his tongue licking at the wetness on her inner thighs. Then he was using his tongue to separate the delicate little petals of girl flesh and she knew that he was licking at her, savoring the sweetness of her sap, and then his tongue slid up inside her and she gasped with brand new ecstasy and she began shifting her bottom, too excited to contain herself. She was coming with great shuddering orgasms and he seemed to be forcing her to feed him more and more of her own very special nectars. She slid to the floor and he shifted too, and then they _ were locked into the frenzied sixtynine, their mouths draining their loins of all strengths and she became a shivering, twitching animal, spilling her juices in great shuddering bursts of passion and times of excruciating pleasures.
She became expert with his genitals, too. Her ringers fondled his balls and she learned, instinctively, perhaps, that she could do things with her fingertips and her nails that would force his balls into frenzied excitement and she could suck more and more of his honey from him. She was a vampire bee, feasting shamelessly upon the male's nectars and she discovered too that she was giving him head, moving her mouth up and down on his shaft. Her tongue was busy, her skill improving with each passing moment. She could hear him groaning and she knew that his time of greatest pleasure was close at hand.
She could feel the throbbing * in his swollen organ and her fingers began jerking him off, too. She wrapped them around the base of his cock while her mouth tried to absorb as much of him as possible. And then he was about to erupt and she knew it and her own shuddering orgasm began. He came when she did, flooding her throat and her mouth and she swallowed hastily, savoring him, using her tongue and fierce suction to try to secure more and more of his juice. She was insatiable, an incurable sexpot, and she just didn't care.
She had discovered ecstasy and she intended to enjoy it.
She intended to wallow in it.
Chapter Nine
Norma was bright and alert at the breakfast table and that surprised her because she had not really slept much. She and Adam spent most of the night in the carriage house, clutching each other frantically, feasting upon the juices of each other's body and still it was not nearly enough.
In spite of the heavy drain that she had put on his loins, he had managed to fuck her three times and thinking about it all, she couldn't quite make up her mind as to what she liked best, whether she liked being fucked best, or whether she could enjoy sucking and being sucked. It was all very nice and wonderful and she was like a child with a new discovery, she knew, but she didn't care.
Sex, the awful bugaboo of her life, was now the most beautiful thing in the world for her. Of course, it had to be with Adam, but it was something that she could enjoy now, something that she could glory in. She watched Carol serving food to the others in the morning lit kitchen and her face was hot as she recalled the fierce and ardent lovemaking she had enjoyed with Adam.
They had talked for a while and she had reported about Lennie's new desire to get everything sold and get away and there was a good reason for Lennie's change of plans, or haste for a quick departure.
"The people who own the house are coming home in a few days," Adam told her. "There was a piece in the papers about it. Lennie must have seen it. That's why he wants to pull out."
"Oh," she said. "I knew there had to be a reason."
Adam told her that the case was pretty well closed.
"We will let him dispose of some more stuff," he said. "But, he is wasting .his time, because he sells it to the dealers and they just turn it over to us, we store it in a warehouse and that's the way it is going."
"Why haven't you arrested him by now? And who will pay back the dealers?" she asked. They were taking time out with cigarettes and recovering glands and she knew that there were many things that she didn't quite comprehend and she wanted now to know about things.
"The police of another city want Lennie and his whole little group," Adam explained. "We are waiting for them. They should get here within a day or two. Then we will pick them all up and while they are being prosecuted in the other city, we will prepare our case here. But, we may never get at Lennie. The police that are coming here want him for murder."
That frightened her. Adam told her about that, too, and looking at Lennie at the breakfast table, seeing the meanness in his eyes, she could believe him guilty of killing a young girl after he got her hooked on narcotics.
"There isn't anything that Lennie won't do," Adam said. "We think he is probably a psychopath, so you be careful around him. "
"I will," Norma said. "But, please, get it over with as soon as you can."
"You know I will," he said. "You know how badly I want you. I can't wait to have you all to myself."
"What do we do about Lily?" she asked.
"She can live with us," he said. "She is such a pretty little thing. She will be a delight to have around. You'll see."
They had stopped talking then and she slid into his arms and it began all over again for them and she got fucked before that burst of passion subsided for them.
Carol poured her some more coffee and she sat down in her chair and began eating her own breakfast. Norma watched Carol as she ate. She lit a cigarette and settled back in her seat. Lennie was finished and the boys and Lily were about ready to leave with him, too. Lennie stretched and he locked his big hands together and stretched them, too.
"We should finish up early," he said to Carol. "We will just deliver this stuff, grab whatever we can for it and then come home again. We will have the whole day to ourselves. What shall we do with it?"
Lily helped herself to one of Norma's cigarettes. She saw that her little sister was wearing an off the shoulder blouse with no bra and she deplored Lily's lack of modesty for a moment, then she envied it. Lily's plump, sharp breasts were standing straight out and she could actually see the outline of each little nipple.
"Let's take pictures," Lilly said. "I love it when we take pictures."
"I sort of like it, too," Lennie said, grinning. He looked at Carol and shook his head. "No," he said to Carol, "don't do it. I'm tired of zombies. When we get back you should have everything well underway. Who knows, maybe we won't even bother with the camera. How would that suit you, Lily?"
Her little blonde sister snickered. "I'd like that even better," Lily said. "I think I would love that."
Norma was not able to completely understand what they were talking about and she resolved that she would ask Carol about it after the other had gone. She didn't get the chance to ask Carol anything because she had to help Carol in the kitchen and when they had cleaned everything up there, Carol told her to come upstairs and help with the beds. They worked for a time, making up the beds and she saw that Carol kept on looking at her again and again and it made her nervous.
They entered the master bedroom finally, and the bedclothes were on the floor. The mattress was covered with taut, fitted sheets and when she bent over to pick up the bedding, Carol told her not to bother.
"I've got other things in mind for right now," the lovely brunette said.
Carol turned and went over to a bureau. She opened a drawer and then she faced Norma and there was a small hand gun in her fist. Carol was wearing a funny little smile on her face and she seemed to enjoy the startled look on Norma's face.
"I suppose that there are probably many subtle ways of doing this," Carol said, "but I don't really have the time or the patience. I want you and Lennie wants you so we will begin to get you ready for your star performance. Take your clothes off, Norma."
She was too stunned to obey and Carol took a step closer to her. The brunette slapped her in the face hard and she almost fell. She was frightened and cowed by the look of cold anger in Carol's face and eyes. Carol slapped her again and she could feel the pain in each cheek.
"I won't tell you again," Carol said. "If you do not obey me instantly, I will shoot a hole through your cheek. It won't kill you, but you won't ever be pretty again. Now, you move. And, if you try to give us a really good time, I will make Lennie let you and Lily live after it is all over. He usually kills them, you know, saves time and trouble. But, you try to make it good for us and I will do my best with Lennie. Now, hurry up and get undressed,"
Norma realized that she was shaking as she began unbuttoning her blouse. Carol was eating her up alive with her eyes and she knew then that Carol was eager to get at her, to force the details of lesbian lovemaking upon her. The tears were squeezing out and sliding down her cheeks and Carol noticed. She smiled.
"That's good," she said. "I like it when they Cry."
Carol sat down on the edge of the big four poster bed and she watched as Norma got out of her clothes. When she was naked, Carol's beautiful eyes glowed with desire. She stood and moved close to Norma. She put the gun down and her fingers reached out to clasp the tiny, blushing nipples, to cup the sweet, young breasts in her warm palm. Norma sobbed and her body began to shake and she was devastated by the realization that she was reacting erotically to Carol's touch.
The brunette knew and she just smiled. She felt Carol's fingertips between the slippery lips of her sexual organs and then Carol moaned and she felt the girl's palms on her buttocks as the brunette slid to her knees, the gun forgotten, the sight of sweet young flesh the greater lure at the moment.
She was too weak to stand, and she sat down on the edge of the bed and Carol's mouth glued itself to her sensitive flesh and then she was responding with feverish haste. She came in Carol's mouth and she realized that she was shameless, unable to control her own passions.
Carol was fully dressed and she wished that she was not. Suddenly she ached with the urge to taste Carol's sweet juices and that sensation overwhelmed her. Carol must have known what she felt because she stopped for a moment and then she was on the bed with Norma and Carol flipped her skirt up and she was naked, the hairless crotch wet and sloppy from excessive discharges of Carol's sexual nectars. Carol sat on her face and Norma began licking the thighs, sucking the slit and using her tongue and her hands to induce more and more of Carol's sap from its source.
Frenzy built and one orgasm followed upon the heels of another and it seemed to her that she and Carol spent hours in a wild and glorious sixty-nine. She thought of Adam, finally, but only when she and Carol were resting. She tried to decide about Adam and she could think of nothing. She was on fire with sexual urgings and when Carol smiled at her, and then kissed her, she was sure that she loved the glowing, beautiful young brunette.
Carol offered her cigarettes and she sat up while they smoked.
"You come into the bathroom with me," Carol said. "I have to get rid of that cunt hair. Lennie don't like hair on cunts. He likes to eat his girls and the hair tickles his nose or something. You come along now."
She was obedient and when Carol smeared the lotion all over her crotch she didn't care. She thought it might be nice to get rid of the pubic hair, but she was in no shape to ponder it. She sat down on the toilet while they waited for the depilatory to do its work and Carol suggested that she relieve herself and get ready for a long time of sustained and extended ecstasy.
"We are going to have an orgy," Carol said. "That's what Lennie has got in mind. He likes orgies. And, so does your little sister. That little bombshell is a really wild one. She loves to suck the boys off, one after the other. She loves to suck cunt, too. When we had the boys fuck you, she enjoyed eating you right afterwards. That little Lily is really something, believe me."
She sat on the toilet, her groin a place of pure fire and excitement and she began remembering the dreams, the horrid indignities, the way she had been used and abused in the dreams and she knew for sure, now, that they hadn't been dreams after all.
Carol watched her, knowing that she was beginning to realize what had actually taken place.
"That's right, honey," Carol said. "It was the stuff we gave you in the wine, or in your food. Lennie picked it up-in Mexico and it sure does work slick. Which you know, of course. Lennie got some beautiful stuff on film and we have now got lots of great pictures to peddle all over the place. But, don't worry, we will have a wonderful time today. Lennie will fuck you silly, and the boys will fuck you, too, and your little sister will suck your cunt till it feels like dust down there. Lennie wants to fuck you up the ass and you love that. Did you know you like it in the ass?"
Astonished by the things that Carol was saying, Norma just. shook her head. It was all too much for her to deal with at the moment and Carol seemed to know a moment of pity for her.
"Would you like me to give you some of the stuff that Lennie has, dearie?" Carol asked. "It will kind of help you through what you have got to face. You know what it does. Want some?"
Norma shook her head. She didn't want any sort of dope, or drugs. She stood up and let Carol lead her into the shower and she let the warm water drench her while she stood in the tiled stall by herself. A moment or two later Carol, naked now, stepped into the shower with her. Carol began soaping her body and she began to react to the girl's touch in a way that made her feel a touch of shame. She was no longer the ice maiden, but she had now gone to the other extreme and she was becoming a sexpot, eagerly reacting with erotic bliss to the slightest touch upon her person.
Carol used the washcloth in her crotch and she was suddenly bald there and as Carol's fingers trailed caressingly across the denuded area she shivered with a new thrill and then she came and Carol pulled her into an embrace and she could feel Carol's fingers in her slit and her whole being throbbed and rippled with sexual excitements.
"I will wash you off and then I want to suck you some more," Carol said. "So, let us hurry before the others get here. I want you all to myself for a while."
She moved then in a stupor but it was not the dreamlike daze that she had experienced in the past. She was just turned on so thoroughly she was not really able to function properly and she simply obeyed Carol. They wound up on the bed and she writhed and twisted in anguished ecstasy for what seemed like hours. Carol's saddle was often in her mouth and she feasted upon the girl's sweetness with an unashamed ardor.
She lost track of things for a long time and her whole being was on fire with a brand new type of fury. At one point she knew what others were with them, she was reasonably alert when one of the boys fucked Carol who was on top of her at the moment, and she feasted upon Carol's flesh with renewed eagerness. She was alert when Lennie sat back, legs apart and patted her shining head as she suck his cock into bursting splendor. The boys had to be sucked off too and she realized that Lily was stark naked and eagerly enjoying all sorts of sexual activity.
It made her feel bad to have to accept the knowledge that Lily was utterly depraved. She was, too, she knew, but during the time of greatest sexual thrills and multiple orgasms, she thought little about anything. She knew, instinctively that Lily's body was glorious, she watched the twins fuck her little sister under Lennie's directions and when she was told to eat her sister so that they could watch and enjoy her pleasures, she did it. Lily kept patting her head and smiling at her as she knelt between the lovely white thighs and devoured the honey that filled Lily's little honeypot to overflowing.
She was on her hands and knees on the bed at one point and Lennie had his cock up inside her and she was sucking one of the boys off while Lennie fucked her slowly. Carol and Lily were having a time and it was Lily's suggestion that sent the other boy around to her exposed bottom and then she was being fucked in both places and the sexual sensations of erotic ecstasy were just too much for her. She lost all control and she began coming like a machine, her whole being filled with great bliss and pure joy.
It went on and one and the longer she remained involved with sexuality and its various ramifications, the more pleasure she was able to experience.
They tried everything and anything and it was all pure joy and kicks and no matter what she was asked to do, she did it. Lennie talked about pictures and cameras yet they never got around to that. The twins fucked her and Lily and then Lennie insisted that they eat each other and Lily settled her little cunt into her mouth and she began sucking Norma, too, and it all went very well. She thrilled to Lily's touch and taste and she was disappointed when it was finally over.
Lennie was the one to call a halt. He was hungry and he decided that they would all get dressed up and then the girls would fix a nice meal for them and they would eat in dining room elegance for a change.
"You figure this meal is going to last us for the rest of the day," Lennie said. "I got lots of ideas I want to try out and I figure that after we eat, we can set up the cameras or the lights and we can get some real good pictures. Now, you gals hurry along and fix us a good dinner. Me and the boys will see about what we got to do. Now, let's all do our business and hurry."
Lily grinned at her as she handed her her bra. She sat on the bed and watched as Norma got dressed. Lily was wearing a shift and when she got off of the bed she wriggled herself into it. Carol was more sedate. She had been wearing a skirt and blouse and she put them on. Norma felt a wave of shame and embarrassment sweep through her as she looked at Lily.
The little blonde moved close to her and then Lily hugged her. She found Norma's mouth and she gave her a sweet kiss.
"I'm so glad you are my sister," Lily said, softly. "I like you the way you are now."
Norma smiled sadly, thinly. "I'm not sure that I do," she said.
Lily giggled. "It will grow on you," she said. "After all, we did have a great deal of fun and you had as much as anybody.
The boys went off with Lennie and Norma went with Carol and Lily to the kitchen. They worked for a long time and then she and Lily set the dinner table with what was left of the kitchen silverware. The dishes were sparkling clean from the dishwasher and they were doing their best to set the table for a formal dinner.
They never did get to enjoy it, fully. Lennie and the rest of them were still eating the meat course when Adam Wright and an endless parade of uniformed policemen poured into the house.
The front door burst in upon them first, and then the police moved in. There were drawn guns all over the place and two well dressed detectives made the formal arrest.
They were all still seated at the dinner table when the two men stepped up and one of them put his hand on Lennie's shoulder.
"Lennie Burke," he said, formally, "I hereby place you under arrest for the murder of Diane Warren, in another city. You will please come with us."
The others were placed under arrest, too, but Norma was not altogether sure just what they were being charged with. Adam Wright smiled at her and he told the officers that she and Lily were to remain.
"These girls are with me," he said. "They helped me to crack this case and I will guarantee their appearance, if their testimony can't be taken by deposition. So, I will take over the responsibility of looking after these two."
There was great confusion and it bothered Norma to see Carol and the boys being taken away in handcuffs. She had developed a very genuine affection for Carol and the boys were very nice but there was nothing that she could do about anything.
When they were alone and everyone else had gone, Adam sat down at the kitchen table and Norma poured him some coffee. She was very close to tears, knowing that she would have to tell Adam how she had spent most of the day. She noticed that Adam was eyeing Lily and her little sister was eyeing Adam, too. Lily was wearing her no bra shift and Norma was annoyed when Lily poured Adam some coffee and she knew that Lily was deliberately bending over so that Adam could look down her blouse and see her glorious breasts. He was doing it, too.
He stood up and then he pulled Norma into his arms and when he kissed her, she burst into tears. He stepped back and stared at her, amazed, and not at all comprehending.
Lily sat down and she watched. She was surprised to find that Adam knew her sister, even more surprised to learn that they were in love with each other. Lily sat back and watched them and she listened with a funny little smile on her face.
"You won't want me now, Adam, dear," Norma said. She was quick to get it all said. "Lennie and the boys and all of us were having a sex orgy all day just before we got dressed for dinner. Lennie even has pictures hidden here somewhere."
"We'll look and find them," Adam said. "We will save them for our own use. I like orgies."
Norma stood and her eyes were wide with amazement as she listened to him. He didn't seem to care much one way or the other.
"We are going to get married," Adam said. "Wasn't it your idea for your little sister to live with us? I think that I would like that. I would like that very much."
Lily giggled. "Norma would, too," she said.
"We have gotten to be very close in the last few hours."
"I couldn't," Norma said, appalled. "I couldn't live like that. I just couldn't."
Lily giggled again.
"She was doing all right this morning," she said. "Norma is a slow starter. Maybe it will take both of us to warm her up."
Adam smiled at Lily. He told her that he liked her, and he would like having her around.
"You have no idea," Lily said. "We have got lots of time right now. Why don't we see what we can do to help Norma?"
Adam nodded gravely. He kissed Norma's full, wet mouth and he was looking at Lily, his eyes almost popping as she got out of her shift and he could see her smooth pubis and the bewitching little petals of pink meat between her legs. He slipped his hand up Norma's dress and as soon as he touched her sexual flesh, she came.
"We can have such a nice life together, darling," Adam said. "Your little sister can be such a big help to us. Now, come on into the bedroom. I am going to fuck both of you. After that, we should be able to live a nice, comfortable life together."
"Friendly-like," Lily said. She was using her fingers to masturbate herself to orgasm, enjoying Adam's gaze upon her beautiful body. She shivered and then she moved close so that she could open Adam's fly and reach inside to clasp his erection in her hand.
Somehow, they managed to lead Norma into the bedroom and Lily helped him to undress Norma. Then they undressed him and he began making ardent and excited love to Norma but he was not able to get his cock into her. Lily was beneath them and she had Adam's cock in her mouth and she was devouring him even as Norma ached to feel him inside of her. She resented her little sister for a moment and then she felt Adam's mouth glued to her sexual flesh and his hands were playing with her breasts while he ate her. A moment later, Lily settled her hot little honey pot into her mouth and she gave herself up to the conviction that having a little sister could be very wonderful and a life such as she faced could be very grand and happy, too.
For her, she knew, life could be beautiful. For always.
