Thousands of girls disappear in the United States every year, never to be heard from again. This book suggests one solution, though it is pure fiction. Yet who's to say that such a solution might not really exist.
Most reasons for girls running away stem from extreme misery and unhappiness. In many cases it is the parents who are to blame, being either too lenient or too strict with their children. Occasionally the cause is the girl herself, and no matter what anyone else does to help her, she will not be helped. And sometimes a girl runs away from home for no good reason whatsoever and never really needs help.
Just as there are many thousands of girls who run away from home, so are there thousands upon thousands of sex-starved individuals. This is not to say all of them get absolutely no sex. But most of them are completely dissatisfied with whatever they do get. And some, those who are extremely wealthy, will keep on buying girls until they find one who can fulfill all their needs, if, indeed, one girl can.
This is a story which combines the two ideas into one. For almost everyone involved, the ending is a happy one. The unhappy ending is one that the girl brought on herself.
If there is a lesson to be learned, it is that girls are, after all, people. They have rights that must be recognized, and they must also be taught to respect everyone else's rights.
-THE PUBLISHER
PROLOGUE
She was an extraordinary girl, and she knew it. She knew she was extraordinary becuase of the man now fucking her in a most extraordinary manner. And it would be the last time he would ever fuck her.
The thought saddened her.
When she had first arrived here, she had been lost, alone, terrified. He had given her hope when there had been no hope. He had not forced her to do anything, yet she wanted to please him right from the start.
She was a slender girl, and she had studied both yoga and gymnastics. As a result, she could twist and contour her body into any kind of position.
He had seen to her training, personally. The place had a hundred girls, and each of the girls underwent a rigid program of sexual training, yet he had not shunted her off on one of the many instructors he employed. He had taken her, and four other girls under his personal wing, training each one differently, though the final results would always be the same.
The other four girls were finished and waiting. She was the last of the quintet. Not that his fucking was cold or impersonal, but it was a last minute check to make certain she would always remember all the things she'd learned.
She had put her ability to contort her body to good use. At the moment, her ass was resting on the bed, but it was the only part of her touching the mattress. Her thighs and ankles were literally wrapped behind her neck, pulling her head forward so her chin literally rested on her pelvis. All three holes; her mouth, her cunt, and her asshole, were lined up, one on top of the other. He was on his heels, squatting in front of her, and in spite of his huge stomach, he was more than adequately plugging away at her mouth, her pussy, and her rectum.
She felt his fat cock slide between her lips as her ankles locked behind her neck. She used her arms to support her thighs. He had to do all the moving, and he moved wonderfully. In her own way she loved him more than any other man she'd ever known. But then, so did most of the other girls.
Her pursing lips pulled on the heavy dork, sucking it strongly, savoring the taste of its meatiness. She licked the large, purple crown, feeling it slide along her tongue to the back of her throat. Her esophagus opened automatically and swallowed the meaty head of the plunging prick. God! How good it tasted.
Slowly the fleshy pylon withdrew, and she reluctantly let the last bit of it slide from between her lips. And then he was pushing forward again, only this time she felt the huge dong push into her sopping, hungering cunt. It thundered forward, filling every nook and cranny of her vaginal hole and she began shivering as he rotated the solid plunger. And then it once more retreated.
It charged forward again, this time filling her asshole, pushing hard to get past the sphincter; finally penetrating, then ramming all the way in, making her feel giddy with sensation.
She could come quickly or she could prolong her orgasms. It had been one of the many tricks she had learned from him. She would put it to good use where she was going.
He had arranged a new life for her. It would be a good life. He had seen to it. She would live luxuriously, and the man would give her all the adoration and affection she had been seeking all her life.
He was close to cumming, she could tell. Three or four more plunges and he'd be shooting into her. He always surprised her, never letting her know which hole would get his sperm.
His heavy cock slid into her mouth again and her tongue pressed it hard, making it twitch from side to side. She held it tightly between her lips until, from her throat all the way down into her body, she suddenly felt an orgasm overwhelm her. It was a different kind of orgasm; once again taught by him. No other women in the world were truly capable of coming in their own mouths, but this man had shown them how to exercise muscular control and actually have what he called an oral climax.
Her lips pulled on his cock as she came strongly, and then, before she was ready, he yanked the cylinder of prick from her mouth and crammed it into her seething cunt. The pressure of his cock, slamming in when it did, as she was enjoying the oral orgasm, triggered a climax in her vagina. And then, as she literally wallowed in the throes of two orgasms, he plunged his penis into her ass, making her reach an anal crisis. All three blasted through her body, one after the other, and she was in a delirium, barely aware his cock was in her mouth, unloading its heavy contents of seed. She swallowed automatically, her body unwinding as she realized it was over. He'd find five new girls.
CHAPTER ONE
The bus station was almost empty at one o'clock in the morning. The sound of feet echoed and re-echoed whenever anyone walked through. Strong white lights almost made it seem like daylight inside; as if the single room had captured the sun and was withholding it from the outside world.
Behind the counter at one end of the terminal a neatly-dressed young lady somehow managed to keep herself busy. The half dozen long, high-backed wooden benches were empty but for a few people, ready to leave the small, midwestern town even at that time of night.
One of those people wasn't taking the bus anywhere. He just sat, relaxed, and looked around him. He was six feet tall when standing, and weighed in at a very gross two hundred and fifty five pounds. The heavy, black winter coat he wore was unbuttoned, revealing the expensive blue suit underneath. On his head, covering a full head of black hair, was a drak grey homburg, and his hawk-like brown eyes seemed to be looking everywhere at once, even though his heavy body sat back against the wooden bench as if in repose. His hands rested on a large walking stick.
This was his third night in the same bus terminal. He was quietly waiting, disturbing no one. Yet even when the buses came in, discharging passengers, he never seemed to move. He watched the people carefully, yet seemed to be in no hurry to greet anyone.
Another bus was coming in, this time from one of the larger cities. The hiss of the airbrakes could be heard as it came to a halt. Then the door yawned open, and seven people got off.
Instantly the fat man's eyes were alert, like two shining bulbs on either side of his long, pointed nose. His thin lips were set tightly together, and more than one person gave him a passing glance as they walked by. He had a handsome face, and in fact it wasn't a fat face at all. It seemed out of place on his rotund body, making more than one person think how sad it was that so good-looking a man was letting life pass him by because the tonnage he carried prevented him from tasting love to the fullest.
If his eyes seemed like bulbs when the bus stopped, they became positive beacons a moment later. Six of the passengers meant nothing to him, and he ignored them. But the seventh was the one for which he might well have been waiting.
She was a young girl, a very young girl, no more than sixteen. Her hair was like wild wheat, unkempt and uncombed. Dirt was smudged on her face, and she had a tired, disappointed look about her. Streaks of dried tears cut through the grime on her cheeks. The thin leather jacket covering a striped, green and white polo shirt could hardly keep the cold out. She was already shivering, and the fat man could see the full, swollen, unbridled pair of breasts beneath, wobbling as she shook. She had a tight pair of black chinos covering her well-rounded butt, and he could almost see the smooth swellings of her calves and haunches underneath. Her hips were full, though not fat, and when she went to the water fountain and bent over to drink, he could see the crease between her asscheeks as the chinos pressed in against it.
She had no luggage, another good sign, though she did have a large shoulder bag. It was made from the same leather as the mocassins covering her feet.
This could be one, the fat man thought, slowly standing up. He would follow her and see.
Unaware that she was under observation, Sharon Giles sighed and headed for the exit. She had come as far as her money would carry her away from the glamour of the larger city. She wanted no more of it. She would have gone home, had she a home to go to. She'd never known her parents, and had been brought up by a staid, vicious maiden aunt, who had punished her each time Sharon had been seen letting one of the boys from school walk home with her. Her aunt had beaten her again and again, using a thin, wispy willow stick that cut deep into her fleshy buttocks each time, making her bleed. The woman had continually cursed her out, calling her an ungrateful brat who would one day bum in Hell because of the shameful way she behaved.
Not able to take it any longer, Sharon had broken open her aunt's cashbox one day, and with the two thousand dollars she'd found inside, had gone to "seek her fortune." In the two months she had stayed in the state's largest city, she had only spent the money she had stolen while not being able to get any kind of job. She had just turned sixteen and still needed working papers. Even though her body made her look older, no one was willing to take a chance and hire her. Worst of all, the girl with whom she had taken a room had turned out to be a two-way swinger.
It hadn't bothered Sharon when Gail had brought her men into their two room apartment as long as the men had stayed away from her.
But this past night had been a living nightmare. And the worst part of it was, she had actually gotten a perverse sort of pleasure out of it, after all.
She had just come out of the shower when Gail had come home with her conquest for the night. Gail did a little whoring on the side, which was how she helped pay her share of the upkeep. Usually everything took place in the dark, in Gail's bed, which was across the room from her own.
Because she was coming from the bathroom, Sharon had left the bedroom light on, and she saw the man with Gail. What was worse, he saw her. He was a seaman, and the moment his eyes fell on her, they began flashing.
"How about a threesome," he asked. "I'm good for another fifteen bills."
"Fifteen dollars," Gail had said, whistling. She had hustled him for fifteen already, and another Fifteen would mean she wouldn't have to take on anyone else that night.
Gail was four years older than Sharon, with a considerably plainer face. She had a huge pair of knockers which she kept unbound under a very tight blouse, and her tits, plus her large, round ass, were enough to make any man overlook the fact that she was no beauty.
"How about it," she'd said to Sharon. "Fifteen bucks'll keep me from having to go out into the cold night again. Be a good kid, Sharon."
"No," Sharon had blurted out. "I've ... never done anything like that. I'd rather not start, now."
"A cherry," the seaman, whose name was Dave, had said. "Hell, for a cherry I'm willing to go twenty five in addition to the fifteen you've already got."
"No," Sharon had steadfastly insisted. "I ... can't."
"Tell you what," the seaman had said. "I'll pay the twenty five just to watch the two of you fool around. This way you still keep your cherry, and I get to fuck Gail, afterward. Fair enough?"
"That's terrible," Sharon had said, shuddering. "I could never do anything like that. It's disgusting."
"It's not so bad," Gail had said, coming over to her. "Hell, you might even like it."
"Please," Sharon had begged, "leave me out of this."
"Let's cut the shit," the seaman snapped. "One way or another I'm gonna get a good look at both bodies. Now you either take everything off by yourself, and play with Gail here, or I tear that robe offa you and fuck the ass off you."
Aghast, Sharon had stared at the man, terrified because she knew he meant what he had said. He was more than a little drunk, and at that point nothing mattered to him but what he wanted.
Her hand had gone to her bosom and she had felt her heart thudding inside her. She saw how his eyes followed the movement and his tongue had flicked out and run across his lips. She felt terrified, and her legs became watery. She had to grab the headboard to keep herself from falling. Then she looked at Gail, hoping the girl would come to her aid. But Gail had apparently harbored a yen to play with her too, and there was no salvation there. She began to sob softly, but Dave had been adamant, refusing to be moved by her weeping. When he began to approach her, she had yelled, "No, no. Don't come any closer. I'll do it. Just tell me what you want me to do." Her whole body was shaking, and there was an involuntary trembling of her lower lip.
"That's more like it," Dave had nodded, stepping back. "Now you get that robe off, then lie down on the bed. Then I'll watch while Gail plays with you, and you play with her."
"Hold it," Gail had said. "You put that extra twenty five on the dresser, right now."
"Fair enough," Dave had agreed, and he'd taken the money from his wallet and placed it on the dresser.
Sharon had suddenly felt a touch of vertigo and once again grabbed the head of the bed. Tears continued pouring from her eyes. How degrading, to have her first sexual experience with a female, and before the eyes of a man she had come to totally despise.
God! she thought. What can I do? How do I get out of this? Why me? I can't go through with this.
But the insistence in the eyes of both, Dave and Gail, made her realize she had no choice. She could yell, but what good would it do her. The police usually stayed away from this part of the city, unless a major crime had already been committed. And she had no wish to be murdered.
"Come on," Dave had snapped. "Get that nightgown off."
She had put a hand to the top button of the gown, but she couldn't seem to undo it no matter how hard she tried.
"Give her a hand," Dave had insisted of Gail, so the plain-faced girl went up to her and opened the top button.
Sharon had all but jumped, pulling away from her, but Gail continued unbuttoning the other buttons. Dave meanwhile, had gone over to Gail's bed and had sat down. He was leering, anticipating what was to come.
Once all the buttons were open, Gail had pulled the nightgown over Sharon's head, and her freshly showered body shivered at the coolness of the air in the room. She wanted to scream, but knew she didn't dare. Gail flung the nightgown off to the side, and Sharon's body was fully exposed to both pairs of eyes. The large, full tits were wobbling because of Sharon's trembling, and it made Dave smile all the more.
"Gorgeous," he had said. "Lovely. Now you," he had told Gail as the latter had given Sharon's right nipple a tentative light pinch, making it swell a little, looking like a large, cylindrical pencil eraser set against a pink suction cup which in turn was stuck to the large, round globe depending from in front of her. The matching nipple had not yet been excited and still looked like a flat, pink button.
Gail quickly undressed, and Dave could see why he had been willing to go with her for the night. Like Sharon, she had large, swollen, rondular tits, though her light brown aureolae were smaller than Sharon's, and her nipples were considerably thinner. Her waist was a little thicker than Sharon's, but was still narrow enough. Her belly was rounded, though not really fat, and she had a puffy pelvis beneath which a large, dark-brown thatch of rich curls grew, matching the frizzy brown hair on her head.
"Now let's have a good look at you," Dave had said to Sharon. "Turn around slowly."
Sharon slowly began to pivot, though awkwardly, her hands hanging limply at her sides. Her figure was absolutey lovely, and Dave had made no secret about how much he'd enjoyed looking at it. Her body was almost begging to be ravaged it was so utterly delightful. Evan Gail was staring.
Her loveliness had really gotten to the seaman, who had taken off his peacoat and had thrown it off to the side, somewhere. A bulge had developed in his crotch, and seemed to be throbbing as he'd continued staring at the girl. He could see the outlines of her ribcage against her body under the superb swellings of her luscious tits. Her belly, like Gail's, was slightly rounded, only a little less so, indented with a winking navel. And directly below the navel, was a heavy forest of natural blond curls against which her full, rounded thighs pressed, as if still trying to keep the secret of what lay between them. Her hips were full and almost chalk-white because her aunt had never permitted her to wear a bathing suit in the summer. She had no tan whatsoever. Just the sight of all this had caused Dave's heart to beat that much faster. It was a truly elegant body, and to think no man had yet touched it. What a waste. Truly what a waste. His breathing had speeded up in spite of his attempts at trying to control himself.
As Sharon continued pivoting, her profile came into view, giving Dave the opportunity to see how well her heavy tits were standing up. Only a young girl could have such strong pectoral muscles. He admired the roundness of her buttocks now, and as she continued turning he could see how creamy they looked, with the dark line between them hiding secrets no man beofre him had ever seen. The full asscheeks slimmed down to full, strong, columnar thighs.
"Absolutely stunning," Dave had said, when she had turned to face him again. "Now girls, proceed."
Gail was now behind Sharon, who shivered violently the moment Gail's hands touched her, running down her back and rubbing her swollen buttocks. She trembled even more when Gail's lips kissed the nape of her neck, wondering if she might even throw up because of what was happening.
"That a terrific ass," Dave had said. "I'll bet you'd like to fuck it. Too bad you don't have a cock of your own."
"Soft, creamy skin," Gail had murmured, kissing Sharon's shoulder, feeling her all over, front and rear. "Lie down, honey. Let's you and I do this right. We want a gander at what you have hidden between your two big toes. Just lie down and open those thighs really wide. I never was able to see my own gash, and I've always wanted to see if a virgin pussy really looks tighter than a used one."
Frightened beyond measure, Sharon obediently lay down. She was still sniffling a little, and an occasional tear was running down her cheek. She lay back, her head on the pillow, as Dave rose and walked around to the foot of the bed to get a better view.
"Come on," Gail snapped, slapping Sharon on the belly. "Get those legs apart. We want a good look at your cunt."
Sharon spread her loins farther apart, but it still wasn't enough to suit Dave.
"You do it for her," he had said to Gail, and the older girl had taken a firm grip on both of Sharon's knees, yanking them strongly apart, bringing a sob into Sharon's throat. Sharon felt so utterly and completely helpless, exposing her sensitive, never-before-touched labia to the eyes of the other two.
Sharon had wept very noisily, one hand covering her eyes.
"Hey," Gail had said. "Take it easy. It isn't as if Dave is de-virginizing you, or something," and she'd turned to see Dave holding his crotch, more than a little uncomfortably.
"God, that's a great-looking pussy," Dave had murmured, leaning forward and staring at it.
"You'd really like to fuck it, wouldn't you," Gail smirked. "Look at that virginal crack, so thin it's almost invisible."
"Shit!" Dave had yelled. "I'd like to crack that cunt wide open. How does her flesh feel, Gail? Is it as soft as it looks?"
Sharon had never felt so totally exposed before. Shame made her cry again and again, sniffling as heavy tears had poured down both cheeks. Her body had broken out in a heavy sweat, too. Perspiration glistened all over her skin. She felt her pulses thudding against her brain, trying to make her head explode. The sweat in her groin was getting heavier as she stared at Gail, who in turn was gazing down at her raw, displayed twat. Maybe she wasn't the puritan her aunt had always wanted her to be, but the lustful stares made her wish she was back in her aunt's house. Even those beatings were more endurable than this. But now, here she was, trapped by a hard-up rake and a dyke, unable to do anything but meekly accept the fate about to befall her.
And then she jumped, startled when Gail's sensuous fingers lightly touched each of her tingling labia, parting them slightly to reveal the pinkness inside.
"Boy is this kid gonna be a hot one," Gail had said to Dave. "I'll bet if I worked her up, she'd be one helluva lay. Once she learns how to com, she'll rattle off orgasms like a machine gun."
"She's still got a lot to learn," Dave rationalized, his hand on his groin. "She'll need one helluva lot more foreplay before she's ready for a good fuck."
Gail's educated fingers continued caressing Sharon's damp pussy, and though she had wanted to squirm, Sharon had made herself remain calm.
She figured if she neither responded nor resisted, it would all end a lot more quickly.
And then she gasped again, because Gail's fingers were very slowly starting to penetrate between her two labial flaps, easing themselves into her. She could tell from the feel that at least two fingers were trying to make their way into her. Though a little damp, her vaginal passageway had not really been too moist, and the pressing of the two fingers had hurt a bit. She cried and almost bit her tongue. Suddenly those fingers she felt inside her were working around and around while Gail's thumb rubbed against another sensitive area about which she had known nothing until that moment.
"That's it," Dave had said. "Rub that clit. Make it grow."
Gail's other hand was under Sharon's ass, squeezing her plump, full cheeks, while still keeping her in place.
"What a firm, solid ass," Gail had murmured. "I'll bet you'd love to feel it, wouldn't you, Dave?"
"I can always feel yours," he'd told her, reaching down and squeezing one of her upthrust globes.
Still holding Gail's ass, Dave had leaned over to stare at Sharon, whose eyes were now tightly closed, shutting out the two staring faces. But unable to help herself, Sharon had finally opened her eyes again to see the bulge in Dave's trousers pressing against the bed.
She wanted a hole to open in the floor so she could turn over and fall into it. She felt completely mortified. Even worse, she realized her pussy was getting juicier and juicier as Gail's fingers continued moving back and forth inside, though they weren't penetrating any deeper than Gail's second knuckles. The fingers were sliding through her tight channel, and thought it felt funny to have something inside where she'd never had anything before, she was ashamed to admit it was beginning to feel good.
And then Gail pushed her fingers a little deeper. Sharon writhed without thinking, a little from the excitement, but also from an unaccustomed pain she'd never known before. She yelped, and Gail said, "She's a virgin, all right. I just touched her cherry."
"Don't break it," Dave growled.
"I won't," Gail had acknowledged. "I don't want her blood all over my hands."
Still, her fingers remained in up to the stretched membrane, working around and trying to widen the vaginal tunnel.
"Christ but she's tight," Gail had mumbled. "A thick cock would have a hard time fitting into this pussy."
"Even so, look at her," Dave had said. "She's getting aroused. I'll bet it's the first time she's ever felt anything like this."
Sharon bit down on her cheeks inside her mouth, trying to create more pain so she couldn't enjoy what was happening to her. Despite the shame and humiliation, there was a mortifying sense of pleasure building up in her. For some unexplained reason her body was enjoying the treatment even if her mind despised it. The thumb rubbing what Dave had called her clit was pressing a little harder now, arousing her all the more, and she had to consciously battle the urge to rhythmically tighten and loosen the muscles of the hollowness surrounding the fingers thrust up into her. And the language being used by Gail and Dave were words she'd heard used in school by the boys when they thought no girls were nearby. Hearing them now was having the strangest effect on her. Her body was suddenly all hot, and the perspiration was building up and falling off her in buckets. At first she had felt horribly disgraced at being so thoroughly aroused in front of the two of them, but after awhile she'd thought, Why the hell should I care what these two think? And little by little as she spread her thighs even wider, she could hear Dave's breath rasping in his throat.
"Look, it's really getting to her," Gail had whispered. "She's pulling her thighs apart all by herself, now." And she rubbed Sharon's clit a little harder, sending another wave of passionate delight through the blond-haired girl.
"Shit! What a fucking lay she'd make," Dave muttered. "I'd give anything to crawl into that."
The sound of Dave's voice made Sharon want to stop enjoying what she was feeling as another sense of guilt invaded her. He was gazing intently at her, almost hypnotized by the vertical slit between her pulsing pussylips. Then she realized she was beyond self-control. Her virginal cunt felt wide open and just begging for an invasion of something other than Gail's fingers. Her vibrating clitoris was thrilling her with chilling sensations she had never known before. She felt her asscheeks tightening, bouncing hard against the fingers squeezing them, and now she began drawing her knees up, careful to keep her thighs wide open. Guttural sighs came pouring out of her mouth as she began salivating, and she squirmed in time to the way Gail's fingers continued their thrusting in and out of her hot snatch. Every sound was an erotic arousal, and the more they talked to one another the more her lust increased. There was no longer any hope of struggling against it.
"Christ, look how she's lubricating," Gail was saying. "Look how that stuff is leaking into her asscrack."
As if to accentuate her words, Gail rubbed her finger against the dripping moisture, poking it between the cleft of her squeezing ass. Sharon could feel the fingertip touch her anal cavity, but nothing surprised her any longer. At first there was natural resistance when Gail attempted to push her finger past the tight, rubbery sphincter, but then she pushed harder and in it went, straight up, all the way, sucked right in.
It was yet another pain for Sharon, but now she no longer gave a damn. It was almost as if an increase in pain was an increase in pleasure. At first it felt as if she were having a difficult elimination, and then she understood the solidity was moving into her ass and not out of it.
"God, she has an asshole as tight as her cunt," Gail was muttering.
And then Gail's face was on her body, her lips surrounding Sharon's right nipple, sucking it deep into her throat as her tongue washed over the entire full tit. Sharon writhed insanely, feeling the two fingers in her steaming cunt move all the more quickly while the forefinger of the other hand was fully embedded in her rectum. She tried to tell herself how perverted the whole thing was, but her body refused to listen.
And then she realized she was humping up and down, thrusting hard against the fingers, reacting wildly to the sucking her tit was getting. Dave's wide-open, drunken stare increased her wanton desire, especially when she saw him lower his head in an attempt to look straight up her seething cunt.
I'm going to burn in Hell, she had thought. I'm going to face eternal damnation.
A strange, odd, heavy sensation was building somewhere inside her, beginning around that area where Gail's fingers continued plunging. She no longer could make any sense of what either Gail or Dave was saying. All she knew was something was happening deep inside her. Something was building to terrific heights. Her thrusting loins were ramming themselves as hard as they could against the digits shoving deeper and deeper into her blazing cunny. On each downward slam of her body against the bed, she felt a wild thrill as Gail's finger probed again and again into her crushing asshole. All sense of ignominy had totally disappeared, and in its place was a desire to achieve ... something. She was going somewhere, and now was in a vast hurry to get there. That place, wherever it was, seemed to be getting closer and closer. Her heaving body was completely out of control as something she'd never felt before began flowering out of her, exploding and erupting all at once. Her pent-up pussy juices poured out of her like water gushes from a fountain.
Oh Jesus! she thought. Oh great God! Oh Lorrrddddd ... ahhhhh....
And in a tight, crushing, spasming expenditure of physical and verbal release, she began one wild orgasm after another. Her body was completely out of any kind of control. Her eyes were tightly closed, pushing out Dave and Gail and anything or anyone else.
Neither Gail nor Dave had ever seen a human being so totally devoid of belonging to anything other than herself at that moment. Darkness invaded her mind as she all but fainted, feeling the marvelous warmth spread strongly through her body.
As her mind had drifted back to reality, she had heard Gail say to Dave, "Okay, let's fuck."
"The hell with that," Dave had replied. "Maybe, if I have something left over, you can have it. But right now I want that cherry."
When she'd opened her eyes, Sharon realized Gail's fingers weren't in her body any longer, and Dave had completely undressed himself. For the first time in her life she had seen a naked male. A strange, long, hard appendage was sticking out from between his legs, coming from the exact same spot where she had a hole.
Without being told, she knew he intended sticking that solid pole into her female hallway. And because her orgasm had so drained her, she couldn't move. There wasn't a thing she could do but lie there as Gail raised her ass and placed a pillow under her, making sure a towel covered the pillow.
"No," she whimpered. "No, don't do it, please."
"Godamighty," Dave slurred. "You'd think her crack was sacred or something. Relax, honey. Relax and enjoy. If y'fight it, it'll only hurtcha all the more. So relax and take it all in like a good little girl."
When she tried crying out, he clamped his rough, dirty hand over her mouth. But when he tried moving between her thighs he found she'd managed to close her thighs.
With a cry of rage he'd taken his hand from her mouth and had spun her over on her belly.
"If I can't get the cherry in your cunt, I'll take the one in your ass," he had snorted, and using his own knees, he had pried her thighs apart, using his hands to hold her down.
"Get over here," he'd yelled to Gail. "Pull those asscheeks apart and keep 'em apart. You do a good enough job and I'll give y'a a real good fucking, afterward. Goddamn it, if she won't let me use that untouched pussy, I'll fuck her ass till it's raw."
Gail came over and used her hands to pull the tight asscheeks apart. Sharon was doing her best to fight them, trying to squeeze her cheeks tightly together.
Finally Gail's strength had prevailed, and she had been able to pull Sharon's full buns apart, exposing the tight, crinkled anus. Leaning forward, Dave had pressed his throbbing cock against the puckered asshole, ramming it tightly against the resisting, rubbery entrance. Sharon had squirmed in vain, feeling a sense of agony as the solid cock had finally parted her sphincter. Slowly it had penetrated her rectal cavity as Dave, sweating so heavily it was falling off him and onto her, savagely thrust harder. He was gritting his teeth, shoving as she tried yelling. But Gail, who no longer had to hold her buttocks apart, was jamming a pillow into her mouth to muffle her cries. His solid, heavy cock was pushing in deeper and deeper, pushing and pressing until it was finally all the way in.
Gail stared, amazed so tiny an orifice could stretch to take such a thick cylinder. Now he began sliding it back out, only to thrust forward again. Then back, then forth, again and again.
Sharon had been gagging on the pillow, choking and coughing until Gail, afraid she would strangle, had finally yanked it out of her mouth. And at that point, Dave, who had really been burning up with wanton lust, had finally shot his load into her mutilated ass. Sharon had thought a firehose was unleashing its contents into her.
Finally, when Dave had been finished, he'd pulled out and had staggered across the room to the other bed, where he and Gail had lain down, together. He'd developed a second erection handily, and had jammed into the other girl's seething twat. Both had come violently, and had fallen asleep, afterward.
Once she had been certain they were asleep, Sharon had gotten up, quickly put on a pair of chinos, the striped shirt, and the leather jacket. Then she had slipped on the moccasins, and taking her purse, she had run. She had continued running until she'd come to the bus station, and it was only then, while rummaging through her totebag, she had realized Gail had taken most of the money remaining in her wallet. She'd had twenty dollars left, with which she had bought a ticket to the far-off small town. She never again wanted anything to do with the big city, where one not only got lost and swallowed up by crowds, but was easily the victim of uncaring, insane attackers.
Now, all alone in the small town, feeling lost, alone and forlorn, she let the tears pour out, not realizing she was being watched by the fat man. Where could she go to get some sleep? What could she do to earn a living? How could she keep away from the police and out of jail?
Leaving the bus terminal, she crossed the street and went into an all-night cafeteria. A terrible chill ran through her when she realized how totally alone she was. It was the low point in her life.
The fat man watched as she shrank into the corner of the cafeteria, trying to make herself smaller when two policemen walked in.
Yes, he thought. Now was the time to make his move.
The policemen left, and Sharon began quietly sobbing again, sipping her coffee and eating the small corn muffin she'd bought.
What could she do? Where could she go? What was to become of her? She felt lost, alone, and completely helpless. She didn't even have a place where she could spend the night. There just wasn't enough money left to pay for a hotel room. She didn't dare try to sleep on one of the benches in the bus terminal. Sooner .or later a policeman would spot her and either haul her off to some juvenile hall, or eventually learn where she was from. Then she would have to return and live with her aunt, or face a prison term for having stolen her aunt's money.
God, she thought, if I'm going to die, don't drag it out. Let it happen quickly.
"May I sit down?" a voice asked, and she looked up to see the fat man in the expensive black overcoat, one hand holding a walking stick.
Almost immediately her defenses went up, ready to run, or kick and scream, if necessary. And then she realized she could be no worse off than she was, already. What could he do to her that hadn't been done? She had no doubts about what he wanted. What did all fat, middle-aged men want from young girls?
"What d'you want?" she asked, softly, disgustedly, and her tone let him know she would be just what he'd been waiting for.
"To begin with, I'd like to see you get some decent food in you," he told her as he sat. "Were it earlier in the evening I'd offer to take you to a higher class of restaurant. Under the circumstances, this place will have to do. Please order whatever you wish," he said, handing her a five dollar bill.
"The last man offered me twenty five," she snapped.
"This doesn't buy me any privileges," he hastened to assure her. "I have too much respect for any young lady to think she'd be interested in me for money like this."
"And just how much money do you think will buy me?" Sharon asked, irritated, yet curious why such a well-dressed man was even bothering with her. He looked as if he could afford a high-priced whore. Why should he be slinking around in the middle of the night, trying to curry the favor of some underage jailbait?
"I'm not here to talk about buying you at the present time," he let her know. "I'm offering you a free meal and a place to sleep tonight with the guarantee no one and nothing will touch you. Tomorrow, you can listen to what I have to say, and if nothing appeals to you, you'll be free to go."
Too distraught to ignore the man, Sharon took his money, went to the hot tables, and bought herself three dollars worth of food. Then she returned to the table, tucking the remaining two dollars in her tote bag, and ate, hungrily.
The fat man simply sat there, letting her eat without trying to question her. And after she'd eaten, she told him she was willing to take advantage of his offer, provided he kept his word and saw to it she would in no way be molested.
"Then let's be on our way," he said, rising.
They left the cafeteria and went to his car. He held the door open for her and she got in, noting it was a Cadillac. The meal in her belly dulled the edge of her wariness.
He drove to nearby motel and she became suspicious again. But when he told her he wouldn't be going into the motel unit with her, she relaxed, slightly.
When she went inside and shut the door, she was surprised to see three other girls asleep in there, as well. Shrugging, she went to the fourth, empty bed, lay down, and from sheer exhaustion, finally feel asleep.
Outside the motel unit, the fat man stood talking to another chunky man, saying, "I see I wasn't the only successful one, tonight. How did you manage to get three others?"
"I found a hippie commune," the other man replied. "Those three were having a bad trip and were screaming. The others had thrown them out into the street, figuring their screaming would attract the police. They didn't want the cops busting them, as well. So I picked 'em up and brought 'em back here."
"How can you be certain all three aren't being looked for?"
"I asked around and learned they'd been with the hippies for more than three months. One of 'em was there more than six months. Any search for them died down a long time ago. I shot 'em full of tranquilizer. They'll sleep the rest of the night."
"So will the other young lady. I put a sleeping pill in her coffee when she wasn't looking. I think it's time we moved them."
"Right. I'll get the 'copter going while you return the rented car."
CHAPTER TWO
Adriana Frisch was a beautiful young girl, not quite fifteen. Her body had developed at an early age, and her parents had cautioned her about boys, though her natural, healthy instincts had made her grativate toward them.
Five feet four inches tall, she always wore tight clothing, letting her firm, taut breasts push against the fabric to where the nipples could be seen outlined. She had a slender waist, full thighs, and strong, muscular calves due to the ballet lessons she'd been taking for the past three years.
In high school, when she put on her gym tights, she would often walk through the halls and make the boys drool. A smile would crease her sprightly face when she saw the way they stared at her, and her cute little nose would wrinkle as defiance lit her brown eyes, challenging any of the boys to touch her. Her long, brown hair would flow out behind her as she walked, like a pennant declaring how lovely she was.
Although she had never actually liked boys, she'd let them come to her house, along with other girls, and they'd all listen to records. But she was careful not to let anyone touch her. Her father had warned her, "You lose your hymen before you get married, and you don't bother coming home again. The door'll be closed to you."
Adriana feared her father. He was a true, old-fashioned patriarch. And her mother was no less strict, also swearing she'd throw her daughter out of the house if she ever came home a non-virgin.
But on that cold October day, when one of the boys who was at her house was picked up by his brother, the brother had gotten a good glimpse of Adriana. And the picture of her stuck in his mind. He told three of his friends about her, and they went with him the next time he picked up his brother at her house. They, too, had a good look at her, and one of them whispered, "Jesus! Get a load of the body on that kid. And she don't do nothin' with it."
"Look at the calves," the driver, named Harry, said. "She could wrap 'em around my body any time. Christ! Where does a kid come off havin' legs like that?"
"I'd like to fuck that one," a pimple-faced boy named Drew said, staring from the back seat.
"So would I," the fuzzy-haired one called Ron said, seated next to him.
"We all would," agreed Ken, the bulky one sitting beside Harry, the driver, "but how do we get away with it?"
"We all swear she seduced us, assuming we get caught," Harry announced, and the other three nodded, loving the idea.
"But where?" Ron asked. .
"My brother tells me she takes the bus to ballet school every Thursday," Harry told the others. "Suppose we grab her at the bus stop, assuming no one else is around. Hell, we can even offer her a lift. She's seen this car often enough when I come to pick up Danny. She'd be dumb enough to trust us."
"But where do we go after that?" Drew asked.
"Down by the canal there's a bunch of houses slated for tearing down. The demolition crews probably won't get around to knockin' 'em down until next Spring. We could drag her into one of those houses. She could scream her fuckin' head off and no one'd hear her. Then we take turns bangin' the ass offa her."
"Sounds good," Ron, the fuzzy-haired one agreed, speaking with a slight lips.
So they waited until Thursday and parked outside Adriana's house, waiting for her to leave. Some ten minutes later, she came out, all bundled up in a red overcoat with a red hat to match. She had her ballet clothes on under her coat, and carried a change of clothes with her to put on after the lesson.
"Just look at the way she wiggles her ass," Drew remarked, still sitting in the back seat, behind Harry. "Even with that coat on y'can see the way those cheeks twitch."
"I can't wait to get my hands on those tits," Ron lisped. "Christ, I think I'm gonna bite her nipples off. When we get her into the house, we strip her completely, so we get a good look at her body."
"Shit, I got a hard cock already," Ken muttered, just staring.
The streets were fairly empty, and the day was cold and windy. They could see the way Adriana clutched her red coat tightly around her as she headed down the block for the bus stop.
They watched her reach the corner and stop, looking hopefully for the bus to arrive.
"Look at that fuckin' chick," Harry muttered. "Just look at her."
"There ain't no one else around," Drew said. "Let's not waste any time. Ken can get off here and walk down to the corner. Harry, you drive by, and as we get there, Ken can grab her and throw her into the back seat. Ron and I will hold her down until we get where we're goin'."
So Ken got out of the car and began sauntering down to the corner, not even daring to look at the girl, afraid his face would betray him. He was already eighteen, and despite all his coaxing and cajoling, had not yet found a broad willing to put out for him. He didn't dare admit it to the others, but this would be his first lay. He'd have been a lot more relieved had he known the other three were no less virgin than himself.
What better way to lose one's cherry than to take that of a chick at the same time? he asked himself.
Adriana, totally unaware of what was about to befall her, was still looking to see if the bus was coming. But it was nowhere in sight. Her mind was on other things, or she might have noticed the slow way the car was approaching her. One of the boys who had come over the previous day to listen to records had accidentally let his hand swipe across her full, ripe breasts, and she'd felt an odd tingle course through her nipples. She had pretended not to notice, and the boy had had the good sense not to try it again. But the feeling had been good while it lasted.
Then the four door sedan was in front of her, as if about to make a right turn. She saw the back door open, and before she realized what was happening, she felt hands grab her from behind and literally toss her into the back seat before she could even think to yell. Her brown eyes enlarged with fright, still not fully able to comprehend what was about to happen. She heard the back door slam as she was dragged across the knees of the two males in back, and a rough hand was clamped over her mouth so she couldn't scream. Then she heard the front door open and close, and the car was off and on its way.
Ron gripped her ass, and could feel her thighs pressing down into his lap. It was raising a full erection in him.
Drew had taken his hand from her mouth and pressed her face into his crotch, feeling the pressure of her tightly closed lips against his solid horn. Christ, but it felt good, even with his pants still on. He hoped he wouldn't shoot too quickly.
Soon the car was at the deserted area next to the canal. Ron, who was holding Adriana's ass more and more tightly felt the heat of her thighs penetrate his groin. His stiff cock was throbbing and burning, and he knew damn well he had to fuck her.
"I'm gonna take her clothes off now," he told the others. "It'll make it easier to get her into the house, after. She won't wanna stay outside if she's naked."
"You wait," Harry yelled from the driver's seat. "This whole idea was mine and I get first crack at her crack."
Before Ron could reply, Harry pulled the car between two deserted houses, and came to a stop. They got out, Ron holding both of Adriana's feet, and Drew struggling with her arms, and carried her into the deserted, empty house. They'd brought some blankets so their asses wouldn't have to touch the cold floor.
They carried the girl upstairs into what had once been a master bedroom, hearing her shriek long and loud. Harry and Ken spread the blankets on the floor, then Drew and Ron dropped her, as Ken closed and locked the bedroom door.
"You cool it," Drew threatened, "or we'll kick the shit outta you before we fuck you. Face it, you're gonna get dicked. Make it harder for us, and it'll hurt you all the more."
"No," Adriana's anguished cry rang out. "No, I won't help you rape me."
"Fuck this," Ron yelled, and literally tore the girl's coat open, yanking it off her trembling body.
"Leave the hat on," Harry told them. "She looks sexier that way."
"Just look at her," Ken muttered, staring at the way her ballet tights clung to her.
Helpless, terrified beyond words, Adriana stood in the middle of the room, shivering and holding her arms tightly around her body. Each way she turned there was another male ready to attack her.
She didn't know what to do.
All four seemed to converge on her at once and literally tear the tights off her. When she struggled and kicked, they pulled her to the floor, face down on the blankets. Ron was a quivering mass of flesh as he stared at her. Those rondular limbs, strengthened and toned by her ballet lessons seemed to shine with a brilliance all their own. Drew and Ken held her thighs wide apart, and under the tight, white bikini panties, Ron could see the crease of her swollen cunt, completely hairless, either because the hair hadn't grown, or because the tightness of her-costume mandated her shaving that area.
"Me first," Harry reminded them.
Her naked waist was narrow and solid above the white panties, and the firm plain of her smooth, white back was marred only by the pink strap of her bra. Harry, who was now kneeling, let his hands touch her shivering flesh as he murmured, "Son of a fucking bitch, feel this skin. It's so damn smooth."
He fumbled with the catch of her bra, smelling the freshness of her young body. Hell, his cock was really hurting him now, trying to push through his pants. His fly was already soaked with his sticky lubrication as he pressed his thigh against the swell of her hip.
He finally opened the bra, and it would have fallen away had not one of her hands pressed it tightly against her. Harry reached under her and tore the bra from her. Fighting her hands, he rubbed her swollen, full mounds, thrilling to the hardness of her flesh.
"Motherfucker!" he screamed. "They feel so great."
He could feel the hard, elastic nipples swelling in his palms, for even though the girl continued struggling, her body was unable to ward off the caresses it felt. When she almost pulled away from him, he yelled to the other three, "Hold her down, goddamn it."
Now his hands slid down along the contoured sides of her body, over the firm flesh of her slim waist and came to the top of her panties. His hand continued moving down, taking the panties with it as his fingers slid across the flatness of her belly. There was no way he could get the panties down over her thighs, so he simply ripped them and they fell away.
"Look at that cunt," Harry gasped, staring at the hairless vertical slit below her full, oval buttocks.
Adriana, feeling them loosen their hold on her for the moment, tried struggling again, but Drew and Ron were holding her arms firmly, and Ken had a firm grip on both ankles. With a sense of utter, frustrated hopelessness, she relaxed, A moment later she felt new terror grip her. Harry had walked around in front of her and dropped his pants and underpants. He knelt before her, his thighs wide open, and she could see the massive meaty cock standing out from beneath his own blond curls, swaying this way and that like a large boom.
"Take a good look at it," he told her. "Take a real good look at it. This thing is gonna take your cherry."
The thick, blond hair above the rigid stiffness created the appearance of greater strength in his hanging balls. The bulging red peckerhead seemed to mock her as it sightless eye, pointed directly at her, let a small blob of its colorless fluid drip onto the blanket near her face.
Drew held her left wrist with one hand now, while his right hand explored her smooth back. Meanwhile, Ken, who was still holding her ankles apart, had a clear, unobstructed view of her hairless pussy, and his mouth was drooling. He saw the way the white outer labia, all round and convex, parted slightly to reveal the rich pinkness of the inner snatch. God, but it was a gorgeous sight. He couldn't wait to do something to it.
Harry stood up, walked around to her rear, and kneeling between her thighs, told Ken to make sure and keep her ankles wide apart. Then he poked two fingers into the pink slit, feeling her young, girlish flesh shudder. He rubbed his fingertips up and down inside the doors of the outer labia, and against her will Adriana felt a smooth liquid start to ooze out of her. She tried to pull away from his pushing fingers, but the other three held her too tightly. All she could do was lie there, face down. She didn't even have the strength to cry any longer.
He shoved his fingers into the tight hole he finally found, pushing them into her deeper and deeper and deeper, feeling her cunt tunnel getting hotter and wetter. His finger encountered the thin, elastic piece of membrane stretched across her creaming cunt's inner hallway. He didn't push his fingers in any further. He wanted the pleasure of busting that hymen with his cock. But he did rub them hard against her upper vaginal wall, feeling more and more slick moisture form inside her.
"Shit," he mumbled. "What a tight box."
Harry slid a third finger into her distending pussy, feeling her body tremble helplessly as she grunted a little, refusing to give them the satisfaction of knowing the moving fingers were reaching into her senses. The fingers were moving faster, coated with her heavy oils to where the lubricant was all but gelatinous. He pressed each of the walls within her in turn, feeling more and more liquid slide out of her.
Taking a deep breath, Adriana let herself relax for a moment, and when she thought they had loosened their grip on her, tried desperately to break free. But Drew had a firm grip on her arm, and decided to hold her down even better by moving around in front of her and putting his knees on her shoulders.
"Bring her up on her knees," Harry told Ken.
The latter released the girl's ankles, and moving around Harry, got a firm grip around her supple waist, and hauled her up, holding her in place. Harry, his thighs lodged between hers, kept her from closing them. His thrusting fingers continued rubbing back and forth inside her, and he noticed she was involuntarily moving her body to counter his fingers.
Withdrawing his fingers, he parted her pussylips one more time, saying, "They are the pinkest things I've ever seen." And then he lifted his stiff cock to the oval opening.
"Please don't," Adriana begged. "Please don't.
I'll do anything you want, but please don't."
"Sorry honey," Harry breathed, "but what I want is to fuck you."
"No-o-o-o-o," Adriana wailed, feeling his hard, stiff prick head begin to push at her leaking split.
He used his hand to guide it past the slavering labia, feeling her squirm with pain, unused to having her pussywalls stretched. He didn't ram it into her, but moved it in slowly, agonizingly, feeling her tight quim give little by little as he forced the tight sleeve to open. She was screaming again, yowling with pain as the rock-like phallus forced its way into her.
But to Harry it felt fantastic. He'd never dreamed how terrific the inside of a female cunt could feel. A heavy, hot sensation surrounded the pushing pole as it moved further and further into her, making his balls tingle with delight.
"Oh Jesus!" he yelled to the other three. "This is something. This is really something. This is so great, you guys'd never believe it."
The vulva spread a little wider now, accepting him a little more readily, and the hot, spreading stickiness of her flesh, flooding and surrounding his intruding prong, made pinwheels of light go off in his brain.
"Christ!" Ron bellowed, his mouth wide open, staring at the sensuous expression on Harry's face.
Harry inhaled, then thrust forward roughly, letting his cock tear through her delicate cherry, and the girl screamed again, completely unused to the pain she now felt.
Why? she wondered silently. Why were they doing this? What had she done to deserve this?
How had she harmed them? What reason had they for being so merciless?
The huge, fat cock thundered into her tight, squeezing channel, rending to shreds all obstructions, charging deeper into her until his flat belly slammed against her two round asscheeks, all but squashing them flat. Fire filled his lungs now as he gripped her flaring hips and let his thick truncheon slowly eel its way back out. Only it didn't come out all the way. Rather it slammed in again. Holding her hips to keep her steady, he forced his long, thick plug deeper into the burning, humid recesses of her lacerated cunt, savoring the delicious, overpowering sensation of her soaking tissues clinging to his iron-hard shank. Christallfuckingmighty but it felt fantastic.
The way Ken's circling arms held her middle up, his hands were able to touch her buttocks, and he automatically parted them so he could peer between the crevice and watch the way Harry's plundering cock slammed into the tight, vaginal orifice. Now it was all covered with her slick juices, mixed with a thin combination of the little bit of blood she'd lost when her hymen had been rended apart.
Harry now had his full length of prick buried all the way into Adriana's compressing cunnus, rubbing so hard inside it created friction against all four walls. He looked down to stare at his oil and blood-coated prong, thrilling to the way it looked going into and coming out of her. He could see the scalloped pink ridges of her inner labia leap out each time he pulled his pulsing cock back, and noted how they disappeared once he started plunging in, much the way a pair of lips seemed to disappear in a mouth without teeth. Now he began setting a regular pace of push and pull, slamming into her tight, round ass each time he crammed forward. His hands gripped her hips so tightly, his fingers were digging deeply into her firm flesh.
The fire in his lungs turned to molten metal as he puffed heavily, parting her thighs all the more widely, now. She was paying homage and fealty to the thudding cock ramming into her, the way she was bent over, kneeling. Lord, but she was a vessel constructed for his total and complete satisfaction.
His brain burned and his plunging prick pulsated, and the rubbing of his glans through her weeping channel created an insane, wild, almost slicing sensation. He was king of the mountain.
Again and again his knifing schlong cut into her red, female wound, imparting a combination of raw pain and unrefined, animalistic pleasure. The muscles in his thighs bulged as he resoundingly churned his body against hers. He wanted to slam it even deeper into her body, shoving the fucking cock all the way up into her belly. He wanted to hear her screams become moans of pleasure, until she finally begged him to never stop, but to go on until the end of time.
Her crying sobs mixed with guttural moans were short, punctuated wails, each succeeding one starting before the previous one had ended. Ever deeper his thrusting dingus moved, forcing more and more of her cunt passageway to stretch itself wide.
Then he felt the end of her twat hole as his peckcrhead slammed into her hard, cervical opening. He violently jammed his petrified phallus deeper and deeper, trying to open the hole in the neck of her womb, making her anguish that much more unbearable.
For all his energy and strength he was now huffing, puffing, and wheezing, and perspiration flooded his forehead, dripping into his eyes, making them sting and burn. He jammed himself into her all the harder, and it took all of Drew's strength to keep her from moving forward each time.
Harry could feel his burgeoning pudendum swelling even more, becoming that much broader and wider until he swore it would literally burst. His asscheeks tightened as he rammed all the harder, feeling his immense scrotum tighten and draw up into his body. His thighs were cruelly battering her round, white asscheeks as his fingertips dug deeply into her bruised flesh.
Her cries and whimpers had subsided into barely audible moans as his mighty flesh cane plunged recklessly on, beating mightily against her cervical opening, as if expecting to eventually gain admittance there, as well. Wonder of wonders, that feeling for which he had been waiting suddenly began rushing down on him, making him slam into her with every possible ounce of powerful strength.
His body was completely tense now, rigid and unyielding as he bent over her ass, plunging his blazing baton in again and again. And then he began a series of long, shuddering spasms as the heavy fluid shot from his flesh hose and flooded into her in fiery abundance, splattering into her bruised and beaten vessel. Gasping cries came out of him as his whole world exploded.
The instant he finished, he pulled out and fell off to the side, a weak shadow of the man he had been. He lay on the floor, doubled up in a fetal position, unable to catch his breath.
"Who goes next?" Ron asked.
"Me," Ken told them, and his being a bit burlier and stronger than the other two kept either one from objecting.
The trio stared down at Adriana's unmoving body. They could barely hear her breathing, which was the only thing to let them know she was still alive. She had been dropped on her back, and the slight bobbing of her full, round tits was barely visible. Her thighs were wide apart, letting all of them see the pink gash between her labia filled with the whiteness Harry had unloaded into her. It looked so child-like with no hair around it. Had her face not looked so distraught, she might have been a photo in either Playboy or Penthouse.
"One thing's sure," Ken told them. "I'm not gonna stick my cock where he had his. Shit, he might be contaminated for all I know."
They stared as she began breathing a bit more regularly, her boobs large enough to swell outward without sagging in any way. And her tiny nipples seemed to stand out like pink noses.
"Whatcha want t'do?" Drew asked.
"Flip her over and I'll drill her in the ass," Ken said.
He dropped his own pants and underpants, kicking them off to the side, gripping his flaming, rigid staff. It was nowhere near as large as Harry's, but it would get the job done.
"Over she goes," he said to Ron and Drew. And they flipped her onto her belly again. She lay still, not even thinking of struggling.
Her smooth, white shoulders sloped gracefully into the flatness of her back, its plane broken solely by the spine in the middle. The two mounds of her ass looked lovely to him.
Young meat, Ken thought. There was nothing like young meat. He was lucky, getting his rocks off in a young one this first time. The split between those two luscious asscheeks were drawing him on, deep and mysterious and pencil-line thin.
Ken tugged her thighs apart, letting his fingers run across the long, solid muscles of her calves and up into her loins. The hard floor, under the blankets, still pressed on his knees. It hurt and he could feel the roughness of the wood. But he could also feel the rubbery tautness of her butt with its hot, white skin against his own thighs.
He rubbed her rectal cheeks with his hands, squeezing them and pinching their fullness. Adriana shivered but did nothing else. She knew anything else would be futile. She knew that if she remained quiet and simply accepted it, it would end that much more quickly.
Ken put some spit on his fingers and began to lightly rub the saliva into her asscrack, lightly touching the anus. It was warm and slippery between those two round mounds. He pressed his right forefinger against the entrance to her anal cavity, feeling the webbed skin. Curious, he wondered if her asshole was as pink as her pussy. So using the thumbs of both hands, he slowly forced her buttocks apart. She tightened up at first, but when he began slapping her rear hard, she loosened up again. Yanking the two globes wide, he stared straight down, feeling a little disappointed when he saw the anal color leaned more toward brown than pink.
Shrugging, he poked at it with his forefinger again, then rammed the Finger into the opening, hard. The girl screeched as he forced the sphincter to open unwillingly, working his Fingers into her. Then he felt the anus, which had resisted him, suddenly suck his finger in, as she tightened her cheeks, holding the finger in a grip of iron. His free hand beat at her butt as he snapped, "Open that fucking ass or I'll kill you."
In a low, hoarse voice, punctuated by cries of pain, she begged him to leave her alone. But he only wiggled the digit inside her all the more fiercely until she let her body completely relax.
Again he moved the finger around inside her, only not as roughly this time. Though her rectal tube was not nearly as wet as her vaginal hole, it was tighter and gripped his finger even harder than her tight snatch had clutched at Harry's iron cock. He shoved the finger in deeper, and once again she wailed as her bum began rotating almost as if it were on some kind of spindle.
Ken tried fitting a second finger into the hole, but it was too difficult. The girl was shuddering and swinging her ass from one side to the other. Ron and Drew knelt on either side of her, and once more bringing her up to her knees, they held her steadily in place.
Ken's cock was a swollen log, and the more he rubbed its tip against her spider-like anal entrance, the more he lubricated, and the more oil seeped into her asscrack.
Gotta get it in, he thought. Gotta get it in. Keeping it from being buried in her anal chamber was sheer torture to him.
He pushed harder now, ramming his white-hot prong against the rosebud of her asshole with heavy force. Christ! He couldn't remember when he'd felt so aroused. He just hoped he wouldn't shoot before he got it into her. And once again he forced the bright red knob against the opening.
With the tip pressing fervently against her ass, he surrounded her hips with his arms and began pulling her toward him. He could feel the hot clutch of her asscheeks as they pressed on his glans. At first nothing happened, and then he felt her body tighten as the sphincter finally began loosening. She was ready to pull away, and he had to yell at Ron and Drew for them to keep her steady.
Then the ring parted, and little by little his blazing dork started shoving in. The ring surrounded his cock so tightly, he felt as if his prong was pushing its way into a steep trap. He jammed the hot prick in harder, flexing his hips and driving with greater force.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Adriana cried out as he plunged forcibly in. She'd thought she had no more tears left, but she was wrong. They came pouring out anew.
Ken continued ramming it into her, thrilling to the tight way her sphincter clutched at his savage cock. He had it all the way in now, and he was grinding his thighs against her asscheeks, rotating the burning pole in her ass before partially withdrawing it. Then he rammed it in again, and a loud sigh came out of him as he realized he was very close to coming.
The girl not only moved from side to side, but actually pushed herself back, hoping to somehow or other catch him off-balance and throw him out of her. But her movement only served to draw the powerful pole deeper into her, feeling it rake the soft walls of her rectal hole.
Another loud cry of pain escaped from her as she churned her impaled body in wild, rotating circles. Like a helpless butterfly she was pinned, and her movement only served to deepen his inthrusting nail, slashing the inner chamber of her rectum to bits.
To Kenny it was something fantastically unbelievable. Her asshole gripped his cock so tightly, it was as if the skin was being rubbed right off. Fire seemed to fill her asshole and burn right through his flailing cock.
He gripped his lower lip between his teeth and stared at the smooth whiteness of her back, watching the goosepimples rise on it as he kept on forcing his way back and forth inside her clasping asshole. She was gasping for breath beneath him, coughing and choking each time his cock hit bottom.
Ron couldn't take it any longer. Watching all this action going on without his getting a piece of it was too much. He had to get his rocks off.
Stripping his pants off, he slid his body between her face and the blanketed floor, jamming his cock against her reluctant mouth, twisting his hands in her hair so she would open her lips to cry out in pain. Unable to take the hurt, Adriana yelled, and the instant her mouth opened, the hot, flaming phallus made its way into her mouth, sliding against her tongue until it rammed into her throat. His hands continued to grip her hair in case she decided to bite, but at that point his thickness made biting all but impossible. She was gagging and choking as he plunged his anxious cock deeper and deeper into her unwilling throat.
"Suck," he yelled, his lisping voice all but screaming. And he plunged his aching penis in again and again, matching Ken, at the other end, stroke for stroke. The poor girl was buffeted back and forth between them, and at one point she no longer thought her mouth and ass held separate phalluses, but rather it seemed like a single, long, tube of flesh coursing all the way through her body.
"Here it comes," Ken was yelling. "I can feel it." And he jammed his seething shmuck right up to its hairy root into her tight, clutching anus, trying to reach deep into her colon. His hands gripped her buns and squeezed them tightly together, applying more and more pressure to his pounding pidookie. A million little razors seemed to be coursing through the hollow tube running through his punching putz as, with a loud, bellowing belch he fired a gallon of blazing sperm into her plundered ass. Like a machine gun, it fired one quick burst after another, and his shots were matched, bullet for bullet by the swollen hose of Ron, unleashing its own contents down her hot, dry throat.
Both men pumped until their tools had shrunk almost to nothingness, and even then wouldn't have pulled out had their phalluses simply not fallen out.
The two joined Harry, over in the corner, too exhausted to do anything more as Drew prepared to take his turn.
The police arrested Harry, Ron, Ken, and Drew that same night, but no charges were ever filed and eventually the four were released. The reason there were no charges was simple. Adriana's father refused to believe she hadn't teased or coaxed the boys in some way, calling her a wanton Jezebel and telling her he didn't know whether to throw her out of the house or to simply send her away to a private school out of state.
Not able to live under such conditions, Adriana ran out of the house and hurried back to the scene where she had been attacked. She was determined to kill herself by jumping into the canal.
But once again she had been observed and followed, only this time by the gross fat man in the black overcoat and grey homburg. He had been watching the police station for more than a week, waiting for just such a case. Three other rape cases had come in before this one. He had followed each of the victims back home, afterward. And he had seen parents thankful their daughters were still alive. Those girls were of no use to him. They had people who believed in them. Sooner or later their lives would be mended.
But Adriana was just what he'd wanted. She felt alone and helpless. To her there was no future. She would be good.
It was always in these small towns, at the bus stations or the police stations that he was able to find the kind of girl he wanted. She had to be lonely and lost, with nowhere to go, no one to turn to, and feeling as if life had given up on her.
These were the girls to whom he could give a future. And it would be a full future, with wealth and sometimes even social position. The girls wouldn't like it at first. None of them did. The training period was arduous, and many of the girls considered themselves even more degraded before they came around to his way of thinking. But every one of them eventually ended successfully. And his reward was both physical and financial.
So it would be with Adriana Frisch. She would disappear from the eyes of the rest of the world for a short period of time, and when she surfaced, some time in the future, her appearance would be different, she would behave differently, and have a new name.
The fat man watched her walk over to the canal, a single distant streetlamp casting eerie shadows all about. She stared down into the murky waters, and even then she knew she didn't have the courage to throw herself in. Drowning was no civilized way to die.
"The water's too cold," he told her, almost echoing her thoughts, and she turned, livid with fear at seeing him in the shadows. "Don't be afraid," he said. "I won't hurt you."
"What d'you want?" she asked, shivering.
"I want to make you an offer," he replied. "I won't come any nearer, so you have no reason to be afraid."
"Go away and leave me alone," she wept.
"If that's what you really want ... to be alone."
"No, I don't want to be alone," she blubbered. "But nobody wants me anymore. It wasn't my fault. I swear it wasn't my fault. But no one wants to believe me. My father thinks I'm a tramp."
"I believe you," he told her. "And because life seems so bleak, I think you should consider re-building your future, right now. Turn an unhappy situation into a profitable one."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, sniffling.
"It would take too long to tell you here and now. Either you trust me or you don't. If you don't, I'll turn away and never bother you again."
"I ... don't know," her voice quavered. "What do you want me to do?"
"Leave this place. Forget the parents who, even now, are trying to forget you."
"And maybe be sold into white slavery or something like that?"
"It's hardly white slavery," he assured her. "All I can promise is you will be more than content the way things will eventually turn out. It won't be easy, and there'll be many things you might not like at first. But when it's all over, not only will you be happy, but in all probability rich for the rest of your life, as well."
He seemed to radiate an air of warmth and security, and Adriana, completely vulnerable at that point, finally nodded and said, "All right. I'll come with you."
"Good. Then let's go."
"Where?"
"A long way away from here. Come."
CHAPTER THREE
Melanie Lawrence was a strong-willed girl who had all but dominated her parents ever since she'd been old enough to talk. Now, at the tender age of fifteen years and two months, she was ready for her first affair, or so she thought. After all, how many young ladies were as sophisticated as she at her age. How many were as sophisticated when they were three and four years older. No, in her own opinion she was a unique personality.
As it was her parents had been divorced nearly ten of her fifteen years, which was one of the reasons why she had such complete control over them. She spent the Winter, Spring, and Fall with her mother, and the Summer months with her father.
Although her mother was far from being a social butterfly, she was always tied up with some important charity affair or women's club meeting, and almost never seemed to have time for Melanie. Not that the young girl cared. She felt she was getting along splendidly without so much adult supervision.
It was time to rid herself of her troublesome virginity, and she had decided she wanted an experienced young man to do the job so it could be done properly. No flightly fifteen or sixteen year old boy for her. No, she wanted to learn everything the right way, and quickly, so she would be appreciated fully each time afterward.
So she took to hanging around college campuses near her home when her own high school classes let out, watching and waiting, seeing who she might consider as Mr. Right. Finally she settled on a BMOC whose name she learned was Al Laurents.
Perhaps it was because his own last name sounded so much like her own. Or possibly it was his arrogance. He wasn't tall, only five feet five inches in height. He was far from handsome, with a large, protruding nose all covered with red pimples. But he was Joe College all the way, and though he seemed ridiculous to the other girls with whom he went to college, Melanie thought he was real campus wheel.
Laurents, seeing Melanie hanging around the campus, had no idea she wasn't a student at the college. Had he known she was only a freshman in high school he might have kept hands off, though he was so horny he might not have let her age bother him. In any case, he was under the impression she was older than she was, and she believed him to be more important than he really was.
Laurents had been trying to crash a college fraternity for two years, and his big opportunity had finally arrived. They were willing to make him a brother, provided he passed the initiation. And the initiation was simple. He had to bring a girl into the fraternity house, and make her perform with him while the other brothers watched through a two way mirror from the next room. When it was all over, before she dressed, he had to convince her to put out for all twenty brothers. Laurents had decided Melanie was just the girl, especially since he hadn't been able to find another girl who might like him well enough to give him what he wanted in a dark room, much less a brightly-lit room at the frat house. Not that he was a male virgin, but he'd had to be content with real dogs until Melanie had come along.
She had hinted more than once that he might "have his way" with her, under the right circumstances. Just what the right circumstances were she'd leave up to him, provided she found them agreeable. So Laurents had "come up with the idea" of taking her to see some erotic movies in his frat house. There'd only be the two of them. Melanie thought watching erotic movies was very sophisticated and chic. And so, on that chilly night in late October, she had put on a plain blouse and dark green slacks, and when she'd heard him beep his car horn outside her house, had donned her coat and run to the car.
Getting in beside him, she could see the lust shining behind his glasses and knew this would be the night. She would be rid of her troublesome maidenhead at last. But she would make him work for it. Hers wasn't a body to be gotten easily.
They got to the frat house and Melanie saw no one was around. Well, it was Saturday night, and she reasoned it was only natural everyone else would be out, dating. Good. She and Al would be all alone. How absolutely divine.
Laurents brought her into the room where the projector had been set up ahead of time. Melanie noticed there were no chairs in the room, and realized she would have to stretch out on the lone bed in the middle of the room, opposite the wall against which the movies would be shown. Oh well, it was all part of the game.
For the next hour she watched various short erotic skits and came to understand sex wasn't merely the probing of a vagina by a penis. Seeing the closeups of the phalluses made her tingle, since it was the first time she'd been able to see one erect. She'd seen photos in the nudie mags of limp peckers, some of which had been astonishingly long considering how they hung, but to actually see an erect hard-on, and watch as it penetrated a vagina in closeup ... well ... And how absolutely marvelous it was to watch the way the men in the various films actually put their faces between the thighs of the women and licked with their tongues. Oh yes, she'd love to feel that. And wasn't it amazing how one woman actually swallowed a fully erect male staff into her mouth. Melanie wondered how the woman could actually hold the entire length of such a fantastic piece of fucking machinery.
When the movie ended and Laurents put the light on, Melanie could see the bulge in his crotch and knew the time was nearing.
"Let's get down to business," he said, smiling and removing his glasses. "You just do everything I say, and we'll get along fine."
Suddenly Melanie felt an apprehensive chill and slid off the bed. But before she could get too far, Laurents came over and pulled her body against his, letting her firm tits press into his chest while his throbbing cock, still inside his pants, rubbed between her thighs. Melanie shuddered at the feel of it as an unfamiliar sensation went coursing through her. Shimmering emanations seemed to creep from her pants-covered thighs, crawling higher over her stomach and filling each of her breasts.
"Okay," Melanie finally agreed, whispering so he could barely hear her. But her voice steadied as she said, "Prove you're worth having my body."
"What you want is to be dominated," he smirked, his own voice shaking with anticipation. "Strip!" he ordered.
A little unsteady, Melanie slowly peeled her garments and undergarments off, feeling a little secure in the knowledge he was doing the same. Staring at his naked self, she felt a little disappointed. He looked so scrawny, and he had a lot of hair on his chest. She considered backing out, but finally decided that since she'd come this far, she might as well go all the way.
Laurents, on the other hand, could barely believe his good fortune. Melanie was a delicious sight and he devoured her with both eyes. Hers was an absolutely stunning figure, and she knew it. Even though it was her first time naked before a man, she stood tall and proud, her arms at her sides, letting him drink in the sight of her. Her full, pear-shaped breasts stood up and out, challenging him to touch and caress them.
Her skin, from the top of her forehead down to the tips of her toes, was solid, creamy, and rich with pigment. Faint blue veins in her swollen breasts made them appear whiter than the rest of her body. And Laurents had to admit they were superbly shaped tits. Full, global, with tan aureolae and brownish-pink nipples, the nubbins were already swelling under Laurents's hard stare.
The clutch of dark curls above her glistening cunt was a fabulous sight. And her full, round derriere curved elegantly out to a perfect fullness before sloping in again. Her thighs were solid white columns of firm loveliness, blending into swollen, graceful calves, and trim, neat ankles.
Melanie stared at Laurents, her eyes shining with anticipation and fright. He was shorter than she now that his platform shoes were off. Without his glasses, his huge nose looked even more prominent, and he had a chest full of black and prematurely grey curling hair. But what held her vision was the small four and a half inch solid protrusion of flesh jutting from between his skinny thighs. Somehow she had pictured a phallus as being nearly twice as long, and wondered how such a tiny, skinny thing was supposed to cause any kind of initial pain, as well as the fabulous satisfaction that was supposed to follow. Even so, the thought that it would shortly be penetrating the deep opening between her own thighs scared her.
"You can always chicken out," he told her, ready to rape her if she changed her mind.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "It's something I'll have to get used to. I expect I'll be having my share of them in the near future."
You'll be having more than your share, he thought to himself. And much sooner than you think, you luscious cunt.
Aloud, he said, "The best way to get used to it is to begin by handling it. So come on over and start touching."
He let her sit on the bed and stood directly in front of her, waiting for her to move, but she was too afraid to do anything. He reached down and put his hand on hers and brought it to his toothpick-sized dong. At first she tried tugging her hand away, but he forced it to remain there by wrapping his own hand tightly around hers and pressing.
Fear made her lower lip quiver, but he wasn't the least bit interested in how she felt. He was enjoying the sensation of her cool fingertips gripping his piddling-sized pecker. Had he taken a few more minutes to calm her, he might have overridden the fear caused solely by her lack of experience. The girl was young, passionate, and vibrant, with a burning flame inside her. The flame was low at that moment, but with a little patience he could have turned it into an uncontrollable blaze.
"You just keep running your hands over it," he told her forcefully. "Feel it all around and get used toil."
He finally removed his hand from around hers, and she released his skinny cock as if it were white-hot. But she held her hand directly above it, making no move to back away, so he waited as, little by little, she began gaining control over herself and finally reached out, of her own free will, to touch the hot cock. Eventually she rested her palm on it, then slowly moved her hand back and forth so all her fingers caressed it. Finally she wrapped the whole hand around the upstanding little prick, realizing the heat emanating from it wouldn't burn her hand.
"It's hot," was all she could say.
"Just like your juicy box is hot," he countered.
"I've never felt anything like it before," she told him. "I mean, it's so smooth, yet I can see how mottled the flesh looks. It seems to be doing funny things in my hand, like swelling and expanding, and then contracting. And that bright red thing on the end of it seems to puff up each time it releases more drops of whatever it is coming out of there."
Lightly her hand continued caressing the tiny dong's enlarged red glans, and when a drop of the seeping fluid touched her fingers, she pulled them back as if they'd touched a living flame. But after another moment she put her hand out and touched the fluid again, noting how slick, yet gooey, it felt. Parting her fingers she noticed how the fluid seemed to turn to sticky strings between them.
She rubbed the oil back into the flesh of his livid pecker, noting how much more dribbled out each time her hand touched it. It soon began dripping out so consistently she had to cup her other palm beneath it, watching as a pool of the smooth liquid formed.
"Where can I get rid of this?" she asked him. "Taste it," he ordered. "What?" she asked, frightened anew. "You heard me. Lick it with your tongue."
"That's crazy."
"Get used to it, honey. Tasting that stuff is a part of making love. It's a body oil, for when my cock finally slides into you. It makes the way easier. Your own body produces the same fluid. It's tasteless, colorless, and odorless. So go ahead and taste it."
Still a little afraid, she leaned forward and sniffed at the rapidly evaporating fluid. True, there was no odor, so she let her tongue reach out, and its tip barely touched the pool in her palm. For a moment she was afraid to bring her tongue back into her mouth, but when she did she found nothing unpleasant.
"You're right," she admitted. "It's sort of oily on my tongue, but it really has no taste." And she proceeded to drink the rest of the fluid down.
"That's the way," he told her, patting her shoulder. "You've taken the first big step. The rest should be easy."
"The rest?"
"Sure. Start sucking on my cock."
"You must be nuts."
"It's all part of it, doll. So start sucking. Just open your mouth wide and gobble it all the way in. I want to feel the slickness of your tongue on the bottom of my prick. I want your tight lips to move back and forth over the solidness of my cock, and when I finally blast my rocks off, I want ;ou swallowing the whole load."
The girl looked like she was ready to vomit. She trembled, saying, "I've never heard of anything like that. I just want to do it straight."
"You want to do it right, don't you? I mean, it isn't as if women only do it to men. Men kiss women in their pussies, too. Sex is a lot more than the simple shoving of a cock into a cunt and pumping it in and out until the cock shoots. Sex is a lot of fun, provided you get rid of all your dumb hangups. But before you find out about how good it feels when men do things to you, you also have to find out how good it is to do things to men."
"Well if men also do things like this to women, maybe, if you worked on me first, and gave me an idea...."
He grabbed her pretty dark hair and snapped, "You'll get that cunt gobbled a lotta times. But right now the lesson is sucking, so start."
Well, she had wanted a man more impressive than the high school boys she was dating. In her mind's eye she had found him. He was scaring her a little, filling her with some trepidation because it had never occurred to her she would have to actually put that thing in her mouth. The idea of feeling his tongue in her own vagina made her tingle. It would be as different a sensation as when he finally put his putz into her. Even so, the idea of sucking his small prong didn't appeal to her.
But this was one man who had made up his mind to have his way no matter the cost He gripped her hair tighter and said, "You open that mouth wide, take my cock inside, and suck like it's candy."
She looked at his pointing prong again and quivered. If she had to, she had to. But each time she leaned close to it she shuddered and pulled away again. Finally his hand began twisting in her hair as he forced her head forward, saying, "Come on, already. Start sucking so I can blast a wad of joy juice down your virgin throat. You'll love it."
"Never," she told him, beginning to cry, no longer feeling so ultra-sophisticated. Tears Hooded down her cheeks as she begged, "Don't make me do it."
Yanking on her hair more tightly, he pulled her off the bed and made her fall on her knees in front of him. It was the first time she had ever been forced into such a position, and she was feeling degraded. Her suffering was louder now. She was weeping with her mouth tightly closed, but it was impossible to continue that way. Eventually her mouth would open, and he knew it.
He tugged her face closer to his small cock, and she tried turning her head to avoid the onrushing arrow as it streaked toward her clenched lips. It slapped against the side of her face, and the warmth of it seemed to sting her cheek as its musky smell reached into her nostrils. Maybe the colorless fluid seeping out of him was odorless, but his penis was almost rancid and gamy.
And then, as if realizing she was battling a lose cause, she stopped struggling. Some of his lubricant was smearing itself along her check, but it no longer irritated her. Knowing how the stuff tasted, she knew it wouldn't make her smell bad in any way.
Her resistance had been caused by fear more than anything else. The idea of a male penis in her mouth-of all places-had seemed so totally abhorrent at first, but then she realized if he were doing this to her it was because many other women had sucked other penises. And if that was the case, how bad could it really be? The closeness of the hot phallus, and even the feel of its silkiness against her cheek, as well as the odor of it which she found oddly stimulating now seemed to chase away her fright. Its being there, its closeness was no longer terrifying, but actually comforting. And a warm calm began spreading through her.
Slowly surrounding it with one of her hands, she used the other to disentangle his hands from her hair, then slowly, purposely turned her head while parting her lips, opening her mouth to welcome the small cock. He waited until her mouth was fully agape before slowly inserting his burning penis into it. The slowness wasn't out of any consideration for her. He wanted those observing to see her lips sucking, and he wanted to enjoy the feel of her tongue as it warmly trickled along his penial underside.
Once the slender, flaming poker of flesh was in her mouth, she slowly closed her full lips, pursing them tightly around the rigid wand. And that was when she realized how much she was enjoying herself. The taste of him on her tongue actually thrilled her. Yes, she liked it, and because she liked it she knew she would appreciate it that much more if she could bring him complete and total pleasure. Yes, she would suck and suck until he spilled his seed in her mouth. She wanted to taste that seed. She wanted it to spurt over her tongue, line her mouth, and fall into her throat.
The instant her pressing lips closed on his pulsing penis, swallowing the full, red glans as well as half the meaty shank, his eyes closed and his head snapped back. He thrust his hips forward, sending more of his unbending putz into her slurping mouth.
She gobbled naturally, though unused to it, and strange guttural noises issues from her larynx mixed with a gagging.
"Thatta girl," he reassured her. "That's just the way. You have a natural aptitude for it. You'll be a fabulous cocksucker. Just keep that tongue lapping against the bottom of my hot cock ... great, great ... now suck like mad."
And she began sucking hard. Her lips pulled on that solid male bone as if she expected to feel nourishment from it. Her mouth moved forward and back, her tongue licking lustily against the meat on the underside of his flaming dong. She gripped his hips to hold him more steadily in place as her head pounded back and forth at fantastic speed.
Each time her head moved forward she took a bit more of the tiny pecker into her mouth. Her checks bloated as she rammed her face all the way forward, trying to feel his prick head in the back of her questing throat. But it just wasn't long enough.
Her tongue licked out, seeking, and was actually able to lap his small, tight, red balls. In fact, when she pushed her face all the way forward, she was actually able to swallow a good part of his scrotum. Then her head pulled back as her tongue licked strongly around the sides and top of his pulsing peter. When her head came all the way back, she was able to press the point of her tongue against the spongy glans. Then her tongue surrounded the peckerhead, teasing it and making him sigh. The noises he made let her know she was really getting to him, and she felt proud of herself.
She lapped the ridge of his mushroom-capped cock, then used her lips to surround it and suck heartily.
"Motherfucker!" he muttered. "Oh honey, have you learned fast. I'll bet there isn't another peter-eater in existence who can match you."
The way he encouraged her made her suck more exuberantly, pleased she was able to excite him so thoroughly. Her dread of fellatio had completely gone, and her head nodded up and down speedily in time to the rhythm set by her licking tongue. She let her oral digit spin around his tiny maypole wildly, pressing it strongly against the bottom of his burning cock, causing her teeth to lightly touch the oversensitive red knob. In a very short time she had gone from naive, unknowing girl to well-trained prick eater, and now her lips wandered back and forth along the complete length of the rigid dong plunging into her again and again as she tried so hard to suck it into her throat.
Her oral orifice was a sucking, leeching vacuum, not only pulling on his penis, but engulfing his scrotum, as well. He felt tiny electric thrills shock their way through him as the heavy sperm in his nuts now seemed ready to boil up and out, as if obeying a bugle call from her lips.
Like a wild man he clung to her hair, not so much to urge her on as to maintain his balance. He was pumping violently against her tongue. His glistening skin poker thrust back and forth while her fingers still tightly gripped his hips.
His own mouth was wide open, and he looked as if he expected to yell loudly, but no sound came out. The speed with which his thrusting loins moved let the onlookers know he had reached his blastoff. The lava boiled up inside his lunging phallus rumbling toward the tiny eye in its dome. He tensed, his entire body becoming as stiff as His cock as he let out a loud, long yell. He babbled wildly as his pushing prick elarged and pulsed, unleashing gobs of white penis fluid into her eager, expectant mouth.
She sucked, drained, and slurped every bit of the delicious liquid, swallowing it all down her hungering gullet. Her mouth sucked again and again, pulling as much of the mead from his shoving prick as he could give her. And all of it, nice and hot, fell into her belly as her tongue swathed itself across his fuck stick over and over, cleaning his tiny plunger of everything.
Little by little she felt it shrink in her mouth until there was less than an inch left. Finally, she released it, and said, "What now? D'you do it to mc? I mean, you can't do anything with your penis, considering how small it is."
"I have a better idea," he told her. "You're so terrific, you aren't meant for one man alone. You could probably handle ten, or even twenty men."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, a little frightened again.
"I'm talking about making a real, full-fledged expert out of you. I'm gonna bring a whole gang of sophisticated guys in here, all of whom'll be able to teach you something new."
Genuine terror filled her as the door opened and Laurents's new fraternity brothers walked in. Although it wasn't large room, the twenty managed to fit in before the last one shooed Laurents out and locked the door.
"Let me out of here," Melanie screamed.
"Not a chance," the leader, a tall, blond boy told her, already stripping down.
She stared at his naked, six foot body, and realized the difference between him and Laurents. The biggest difference hung between his thighs, all seven and a half inches of it, hard, thick, and ready to be used.
"It can be hard or easy," he told her. "Fight me and we'll really make things difficult for you. Do as we say, and you'll come out with a slightly sore pussy and a lotta fond memories."
"Don't hurt me," she begged, feeling ashamed of herself for the first time. She was beginning to understand she was no sophisticated woman, but still only a young, immature fifteen year old girl who had ventured into a world for which she hadn't been ready.
He eased her down onto the bed, gazing at her full, ripe, young body.
"Touch it!" he ordered, and the frightened girl, too afraid not to obey, raised her hand and tightly gripped the thicker erection. Her loins were pushed apart, letting everyone there see the lips of her oil-soaked snatch, even if it was no longer anxious to be plumbed.
The blond boy felt her hand squeezing his flaming cock hard, and he moved closer to her. Lying down, he let himself cover her, keeping her thighs separated with his knees as he guided his pupick to her seething cunt.
Once he felt the nose of his glans press against her moist crack, he pushed, and she stifled a cry of pain. Unlike the slim wand she had just sucked, this was a thick, long, ponderous tool, and this one was really stretching her insides. The heavy phallus was making painful inroads, cruelly reminding her that the walls of her vaginal interior were in need of stretching. A moment later another burst of pain let her know she had a hymen in need of rupturing, and the man above her was not one to be stopped by so slender and elastic a barrier.
She had come expecting to lose her maidenhood in a lady-like way. Instead, she was about to be gang-banged and treated like any ten dollar whore. Shame and degradation filled her mind. Her mother wouldn't even give a damn except to tell her it wasn't nice before returning to her women's organizations.
"All of it," someone yelled as she felt the hard, round, pain-causing cylinder push deeper. "Fuck her so she'll never forget. Give it to her good."
The man above her took a deep breath, saying, "This is it, Kid." And he jerked his hips forward, thrusting his plundering cock like a battering ram against her cherry, and it burst through. The oiled plunger sank deep into her agonized channel, moving like a well-greased piston. Another thrust, and he was all the way in.
She shouted in pain as the powerful pudendum soaked in the seething heat of her no-longer-virgin snatch. It was surrounded by the tight liquid warmth of total and complete physical inundation.
The girl expected the pain to get worse as the minutes passed, but to her surprise, as the blond man continued punching his dick into her flaming box, the hurt faded quickly. It became plain to the man fucking her as he saw the anguish and fear leave her face and be replaced by a glittering need for satisfaction. She threw her crotch tightly against him, suddenly longing for fulfillment, knowing she had to come before he did, or he would pull out and turn her over to one of the other brothers who would begin all over again, preventing her from attaining her own pleasure. She needed satiety even more than he. Hadn't he caused her pain when he'd entered? He hadn't felt any himself. It was therefore just, since she felt the pain, that she should be the first to feel the pleasure. She bucked like an unbroken, wild mare.
The pounding phallus went deeper and deeper into her, feeling more and more like a monstrous flagpole as it reached ever farther into the middle of her hungering pussy. He plunged himself in again and again, thrilling to the sensation of the tight grip her broiling quim maintained on his frictioning cock.
She moaned and sighed, one paean of pleasure and sorrow intermingling with the other. Total passion was overwhelming her. Odd though the feeling was, she reacted to it, instinctively knowing what it was. His powerful cock slammed between her sensitive pink labia, thrusting so deeply she thought he was trying to touch her navel from the inside, plunging full length into her.
His lips jammed themselves against hers, forcing her mouth open so his tongue could slash into hers. His hands reached under her and began squeezing her full, round asscheeks, pulling them apart and digging into her crack from both sides. His heavy chest was pressing her global orbs until they were almost flat.
She felt the sensation in her building higher and higher, and finding it difficult to breathe, pulled her mouth from his, gasping for air, and moaning, "I ... feel it ... I feel it...."
His movements were long and slow, tightening his loins and slowing his maddening plunges. His straining cock slowly, deliberately, agonizingly rammed in and out, easing back its full, blood-covered length, then spiraling in again.
He was feeling it now as well as she. A tingling was building in his groin, and then he pulled back once more, powering his ponderous cock up into her.
The girl began mewling and sighing, her body a hot, writhing thing beneath his strong body. One wild sensation followed another as her body began building toward her first orgasm, and then she stiffened, heaving her grasping cunt against his pelvis, trying to suture his body to hers. She cursed and exclaimed loudly, her words letting everyone know she was peaking strongly. Her squeezing cuntlips, surrounding his heavy lob, brought him off in a flood of heavy, splashing white spunk.
He jumped off her and his place was immediately taken by a burly brown-haired frat brother, while yet another, a redhead, straddled her face and shoved an eight inch cock down her throat. And then the real nightmare began.
On weekends, college campuses were a good place to look for the kind of girls he wanted. The fat man with the black overcoat and grey homburg often traveled to many of the small town colleges and unobtrusively made his way along various campuses.
And so it was, on that particular weekend he was in the small town where Melanie Lawrence lived, and on that Saturday night was wandering around the campus of the college where she had been taken. It was a cold night, and there were no students sitting on any of the benches necking, or hiding in the bushes. Therefore, when he saw the lone girl staggering across the campus, he walked over to see if she might possibly be drunk or high on speed. But no, she was all but completely wrecked. Her face was almost black with dried tears. Her clothes were hanging half on her and half off, and she didn't seem to care that she might catch pneumonia, or possibly be spotted by any of the police and taken into custody.
When he spoke to her, she was too dazed to be properly frightened, nor was she grateful when he took off his coat and wrapped it around her. As he walked with her he questioned her and she sobbingly told him what had happened. When he offered to take her home, she told him her mother didn't really care, and her father was separated from her mother. Were she to disappear, it might be days, perhaps weeks, before it would even be noticed.
"Would you want to come with me?" he asked.
"To be used again?" she laughed. "Sure, why not. Everyone else has taken advantage of me tonight. They've shown me I'm no better than any other girl my age. I always thought I was so smart, and better than all those others. Melanie the Chic, Melanie the Sophisticate. At least that's what I always thought. Did any of my friends call me that? Not at all. When I won the Junior High beauty contest did they call me Melanie the Beautiful? When I won the math contest did they call me Melanie the Brain? Not on your life. But tonight I was with twenty one different men. Was I known as Melanie the Virgin, beforehand? Not a chance. But all I had to do was suck one cock, and I'm Melanie the Cocksucker."
"And you'r bitter, angry, and resentful because men have used you at such a tender age, right?" the fat man asked.
"You bet your ass, mister."
"How would you like to put your natural feminine charms to work and make lots of money for yourself?"
"Oh sure! I'm only fifteen, remember."
"It would take some years of training, but when you were through you could easily be a duchess. Certainly you would be wealthy."
"And who do I fuck for to become all this?"
"Me, among others," he told her truthfully. "Do I repulse you?"
"After the skinny little jerk who made me suck his penis you look like a Greek god. Sure I'll go with you. Where are we headed?"
"A long way away from here," he told her, smiling and putting his arm around her shoulder. "A long way away."
"Good," she sniffled, going with him.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I hate that girl," Leon Snyder told his wife, Sue Ellen.
He was referring to his daughter, Marjorie, who, at the age of sixteen, had literally assumed the role of tyrannical dictator in the house. Both parents cowered before the girl's heavy verbal onslaughts, having given her whatever she wanted from the time the girl was old enough to understand she could have it. She had a private phone in her room, a lock on the door, and charge accounts in all the local stores of the tiny village in which the Snyders lived. She went where she pleased, did as she pleased, and would brook no interference from either of her parents. Should her mother or father deign to make a suggestion, she would go into a hysterical rage, cursing one or both of them at the same time.
Marjorie was a beautiful girl and she knew it. Virginity was something two years past. She didn't think of herself as a sophisticate or overly-intelligent. She'd read books where getting laid was a lot of fun, and so she'd decided to get laid. She had even controlled that. She had selected the boy, a senior in high school while she had been a freshman, had ordered him to take her to a motel, had made him undress first, had insisted the boy pull on his prick until it was hard, and then she'd removed her panties, stretched out on the bed, and had insisted he use his mouth the first time to see if the feeling she would get was everything the books bad claimed it to be. Fortunately for her, the boy had been an adept cunnilinguist, and she'd experienced a very enjoyable orgasm. So she had decided the ultimate pleasure was worth the momentary pain of losing her virginity. She had done the boy the favor of allowing him to use his penis to penetrate her vagina and destroy all vestiges of her maidenhood. Because there had been some pain involved, even though she'd permitted him to finish, she'd cursed him out soundly the entire time, making it the one sexual experience he'd never want to remember.
Marjorie's parents were too moral to consider killing her to get rid of her, though each secretly harbored a wish to do so. If she came home at three or four in the morning and her mother dared to ask where she'd been, Marjorie would snap, "It's none of your damned business. I was out having a good time, and if it weren't for you I could still be out enjoying myself. I don't know why you won't give me a private apartment of my own. You know I can't stand coming back here. I want complete freedom."
Had the law permitted, her parents would have been more than willing for her to have her own apartment, just to get her away. She was obnoxious to the nth degree. Both wanted her out of their lives at the earliest opportunity and were hoping she might do them a favor and run away from home. They knew she was experimenting with marijuana, and would probably graduate to the hard stuff in a short while.
Sue Ellen, her mother, often wondered how she could have given birth to such a monster, and because of her father's behavior, had decided not to risk bringing any more like her into the world. So Marjorie was an only child, which suited her, because she would never have tolerated a brother or sister getting anything she felt belonged to her.
She went to school because she had to, and her grades were passing, though she didn't do any homework and exerted as little effort as possible in the classroom. She hung around with the leather jackets who rode motorcycles, and not even they could restrain her. If any attempted raping her, she jammed her long-nailed fingers into their eyes, and once even ended up raping one of them. She was the terror of her village, admired by none, hated by many, and not caring a whit for whatever their thoughts might be.
Her father, who was a doctor, was friendly with many psychiatrists, and he had one of them come to the house for supper one night just to observe his daughter. After Marjorie had made the usual spectacle of herself in front of him, he waited for her to leave the house, then said to Leon, "What your daughter needs she will never find in this house. She needs to be dominated. She's crying out for it, challenging the world in effect. She's daring some truly masculine man to take control of her, but she may never find such a man. The man would have to be deeply in love with her to put up with her tirades and tantrums while slowly conquering her. If there were a military school for girls, that might also work. If she keeps going the way she's going now, she'll either be murdered, or she'll completely disappear."
Little did he know how prophetic his words would be. That same night Marjorie Snyder would completely disappear.
Marjorie's "friends" were few and far-between. There were two girls, both older than she, with cars, who admired the way she "handled" her parents, and so took turns chauffeuring her wherever she wished to go, whenever she wasn't with a male.
That night, Barbara, one of the two girls, was doing the driving. She took Marjorie to the new recreation center in the middle of the village. It cost a hundred and twenty five dollars a year to be a member, and Marjorie had made certain her parents had purshed a membership for her.
Feeling particularly angry that night because her father had dared bring home a Shrink to look at her, she wanted vengeance against all males. She had on her micro-mini bikini beneath her dress, and decided to go into the heated pool area.
Both she and Barbara went to the female locker room and hung their clothes in their respective lockers. Where Barbara, who was close to eighteen, had a slim, willowy figure with small breasts and narrow hips, Marjorie had a pair of knobs the size of grapefruits. Her hips were full and lush, and because of the tightness and smallness of her bathing suit, she'd had to trim her pubic hair. She was vain about her appearance. Even if she didn't give a damn about anyone else in the world, she wanted everyone to admire her and even hunger after her, if only so she could refuse them.
She and Barbara returned to the pool and, with their hair tucked inside bathing caps, dove in. Marjorie swam strongly, taking her anger out on the water, bumping into others who were trying to enjoy the water. She swam strongly, stroking viciously, totally ignoring everyone else for fifteen minutes. Finally, beginning to simmer down a little, she decided to relax. She swam to the side of the pool, hoisted herself out, and sat on the edge, letting her long, well-shaped legs dangle in the water.
It was those legs that brought her to the attention of the small bull of a man also swimming in the pool. He had a strong, rugged, handsome face, and his hair was cut short and neatly trimmed. His barrel chest was almost hairless, and all the women in the place were staring at him. But he ignored them for the most part. He found himself interested in the one girl who wasn't bothering to look at him.
Mitch Gradwin was one ol those men who was almost as conceited about himself as Marjorie was about herself. To Mitch, life was one big pleasurable go-round. He didn't need pot or drugs of any kind to make things good. Nature had supplied enough good things without his having to seek artificial stimulants. He was shorter than most men, about five feet six and a half inches tall, but he was one of the few men who didn't let his shortness create an inferiority complex. He believed in doing what he could to improve his body, without worrying about the things he couldn't do. At the age of twenty six, he had already balled more chicks than any two other men had enjoyed all their lives.
Swimming over to where Marjorie was seated, he easily hauled himself up beside her and said, "Hi. I'm Mitch. Let's get out of here."
"I like it here," was her reply as she looked him over and decided he was too short to be much good to her.
"Suit yourself," he shrugged, not going to worry about the negative reactions of any one female. There were plenty of women for the asking. No matter how attractive any single female was, if she turned him down he wasn't going to bother brooding. Life was too short to worry about petty nonsense like uncooperative broads.
The minute he didn't beg or fawn all over her, Marjorie felt slighted. The bastard needed a good lesson, and she was the one to give it.
"Hey," she called out, before he could jump back into the pool. "I've changed my mind. I'll get my clothes on and meet you out front in ten minutes."
"Now you're talking," Mitch smiled, happy another female was about to be conquered.
Leaving Barbara in the pool, Marjorie returned to the locker room, stripped off her wet bathing suit, and hurriedly dressed. She was going to teach the egotistical son of a bitch what the consequences were for not humbling himself in front of her.
In the locker, she kept a tote bag full of all sorts of things, and she decided to bring it with her. Slinging it over her shoulder after she'd put on her coat, she hurried out front where he was already waiting. He led her to his Monte Carlo and drove off.
Fifteen minutes later he pulled up in front of a small house. It was on the other side of the village, and was, in fact, a summer home, surrounded by many other summer homes, all of which were empty now that it was October.
Smiling, he led her inside. Surprisingly, it was warm. He had electric radiators plugged into the wall, and they kept the house as warm as was necessary. She expected him to try leading her into the bedroom, but no. After he took her coat, he led her into the living room and put some rock music on the four channel stereo he had there.
"Do we horse around and play games?" he asked. "Or do we do what we came here to do?"
"We do what we came here to do," she replied, "but we do it my way or no way."
"How's your way," he asked.
"I'm a mild pain freak," she told him. "I like to feel it, and I like to cause it."
"How mild is mild?"
"Just enough to make it all the more stimulating," she answered, already stripping off her dress and half slip. There was no underwear beneath because she'd had her bikini on, before.
Mitch stared. He simply stood there and stared. She had large, smooth, sloping shoulders, all creamy white. And her full, grapefruit-sized breasts were just as white, with large, full, tan aureolae and small, button-like nipples waiting to be stimulated. Then his eyes roamed down the flatness of her belly until they came to her glistening alabaster thighs. The brown hair above her convex, glistening pussy was very short where she'd trimmed it, and he could see the pouting swell of her cunt very plainly. Below that were those well-shaped calves that had drawn his attention to her in the first place. The sight of her was fantastically stimulating.
"What do I call you?" she asked.
"I'm Mitch," he answered, now starting to undress, himself.
"I'm Marge," she told him, hating her full name.
"It's a real pleasure, Marge," he smiled, feeling the saliva increase in his mouth.
"You dig what you sec, huh Mitch?"
"Better believe it," he answered, revealing his own solid body.
"D'you like to play games?"
"Depends on the game."
"Fun games."
"Sure."
"Good," she smiled, reaching into her tote bag. And she brought out a hard, thick, eight inch stick. "I like to be beaten, but I also like to beat."
"Now wait a minute...."
"Like I said before, not really hard. Just enough to be stimulated. Believe me, Mitch. You'll love it. You just do as I say and it'll be a night neither one of us'll ever forget."
"I'm a firm believer in long-remembered nights, but I don't dig pain that much."
"I promise, you'll love it all. But if you want to forget the whole thing, then maybe I should get dressed and you can take me back."
The sight of her glistening body was a temptation he found himself unable to resist at that point, and he said, "Okay, whatever you say."
"Set for the first part of the game?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with a wicked smile.
She walked over to him, waving the stick from side to side, her fingers caressing it and tightening and loosening themselves around it as if it were a penis. She walked behind him and playfully used it to caress his butt, lightly pushing it between his thighs, carefully touching his dangling balls. His solid, swollen cock was already six and a half inches hard, and she laughed as she held the stick next to his extended phallus, remarking how her stick was thicker and longer than his. Then she lightly tapped his prong.
She interrupted her play to return to her totebag. She withdrew a long leather strap from it, then returned to him.
"Not a word," she cautioned, wrapping the strap once around his chest and pulling it tight between his shoulder blades. Then she knelt as she ran the strap down the middle of his back and literally tied it around the base of his scrotum in such a way that when she pulled on what was left of the strap, his sac was tugged back and tightly up against his body, no longer dangling. She tied the strap tightly, making certain he felt no pain at that time.
Mitch felt as if he were in a sort of straitjacket, only it was his balls being restrained rather than his arms. She was testing the pull of the strap, making certain it pulled his nuts out of the way, leaving only his cock free to dangle.
Marjorie laughed, saying, "You do look ridiculous, but that's the way I want you, with your halls pressed tightly into your crotch, out of the way when I beat you so I don't hit them."
Going back to her totebag, she put the stick back in and decided she'd rather use the wide leather belt on her dress, instead. Mitch watched her, glad in a way she wasn't using the stick because he knew it would be one hell of a lot more painful than the wide belt she now had.
"Bend over," Marjorie ordered, and shrugging, he bent over in the middle of the room, letting his hands rest on the coffee table. His head hung down between his thighs, and upside down he could see her approaching him.
Marjorie stepped about four feet away, then drew her arm back and brought the wide, Hat belt against his buttocks, hard. It stung, but Mitch didn't find it as uncomfortable as he had thought. As she'd promised, the more she hit him, the harder she swung, the hotter his ass got from the beating, the more aroused he became. Sweat broke out all over his body as he continued enduring the sweet agony, listening to her sweat a multitude of curse words he hadn't used himself in ages.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it stopped, and he felt her undoing the strap. That was when he realized how tightly his balls had been gripped by the strap, especially when he'd bent over. There was a strong pain running through them, as if he'd been thoroughly stimulated and left alone. It felt like blue balls.
Shit! he thought. Am I gonna ever use my cock on you.
"Down on your knees," she ordered, walking around in front of him. "My cunt is soaking wet. Beating you has really gotten to me. Suck my pussy!"
Instead of getting on his knees, Mitch lay down on the coffee table and Marjorie straddled his face, squatting slightly so her steaming cunt was directly over his face. As she lowered herself, his tongue reached out and began circling the inner red flesh of her labia. Then as she lowered herself even more, his tongue lunged deep into her frothing center and began literally swathing out the heavy dripping juices accumulating inside. Oily, colorless fluid covered his tongue as she now sat on his face, rubbing her foaming box back and forth against his lapping tongue. Her hands were massaging her nipples with their palms as her body continued moving.
"This is great," she was saying. "It feels terrific having you this way, feeling the way your tongue washes out my cunt. Suck it good, Mitch. Suck it really good. That's it, keep touching the clitoris. Don't stint. Give it all you've got. Lick and lick and don't stop licking."
His mouth seemed crammed-full of her delicious pussy meat. That swim she had taken had really washed her box out thoroughly, and it tasted divine to him. He actually began biting a little on the inner labial flesh and she seemed to love it all the more, rubbing her blazing, frothing snatch over his hungering mouth again and again. She took a lot of pleasure in actually pushing her dripping next down and completely swallowing his muzzle into it, staying that way for more than a minute at a time, wondering how long he could hold his breath. Then she went back to rubbing, feeling the sweet friction of his working tongue lap violently at her strumming clit.
Her first orgasm was a total, complete, overpowering climax, and she screamed long and loud as she pressed her muff hard against his face, pressing her knees against the side of his head. Her pussy water came splashing out, bathing his face with its sticky slickness as she wailed again and again.
Finally getting off him, she fell on her back, on the floor, noting in her mind that the record on the stereo had changed. He rolled over and fell on top of her, still jamming his face into her sopping pussy, licking out all the juices left.
His flaming cock was straining with desire to be buried into the furry hole into which he was staring as he licked. He gazed deeply into the delicious, infinite center of her tasty pussy, a blazing cauldron of lava, wanting more than anything else to fuck it.
One of his hands was holding his cock tightly, rubbing it, tugging on it, jerking it, and she noticed it. She heard it before looking down and seeing him pull on it, and she smiled.
"Put your knees on either side of my face," she ordered. He did so,, then she said, "Now keep jerking it. I want to watch you pull your meat. Hell, I feel almost worn out after the way you made me come with your mouth. I don't feel like sucking, but if you want, you can jerk off, and when you come I'll open my mouth and swallow whatever you shoot out."
He jerked harder, feeling her full, luscious tits under his sitting asscheeks. The sphericity of them aroused him all the more and he rubbed his buns back and forth across the stabbing nipples he felt digging into his flesh.
"That's it," she told him, watching his tight hand pull his swollen, hard putz back and forth.
Little, lubricious drops were seeping and dripping down, and she put out her tongue to catch them. Some of the drops she caught in the palms of her hands and then rubbed into her body.
"Come on," she urged. "Come on. Keep pulling it. I can see it getting harder and harder. I can see its angry purple head enlarging. Come on, yank it until that delicious white goo comes out."
She was moaning softly, once again becoming aroused as her hips began rotating behind him. His hand continued pulling on his meat, yanking it up and down, seeing her become more and more hot, actually wanting him to shoot into her mouth.
And then the hot feeling began rising in his strong cock, and his grip tightened as he pulled, feeling his pulsing putz swell to its utmost. He had his other hand under his scrotum, lightly rubbing it as his phallus erupted with heavy, shooting white cream. The first jet splashed against her lips, and then her mouth was wide open, taking each succeeding jet all the way into the back of her throat, drinking it down thirstily.
The taste of his sperm seemed to set her off again, and the lower half of her body began bucking wildly, churning, thrashing, insanely writhing as a second orgasm gripped her.
Goddamn bitch, he thought. Goddamn stinking bitch. He had lapped her cunt until she'd had one orgasm, then he'd had to settle for jerking off, and while she was swallowing his gism she had another orgasm. Well fuck that.
Moving slightly forward, he began pushing the head of his still-erect dick into her mouth. Her lips parted and accepted it, and soon he was leaning forward, his weight on his elbows as he started jamming the stiff cock all the way down her throat, feeling her tongue press against it. He fucked into her mouth, not giving her a chance to pull him out or slide away. His cock was desperately in need of real satisfaction. She kept her head solidly in place, knowing if she turned, he might strangle her with it. She sucked avidly, pulling hard with her lips and pressing strongly with her tongue. Every once in awhile she bit with her teeth, and the taste of his meat was delicious. She bit harder, expecting to hear his complain and not really caring whether or not he did. But he seemed to enjoy her biting all the more, and she actually began chewing on his pounding dork, feeling her back teeth bite into the spongy head. She'd fix him for using her mouth without her permission. She'd fix him good. She'd wait until he was in the throes of another orgasm, not thinking about anything but his total fulfillment, and then....
His red, raw ass was moving up and down with heavy violence as he pounded his thick, swollen cock farther and farther into her tight throat, feeling her grinding teeth press on it. He could feel the tight ring of her esophagus clamping down on his knob as he plunged it in, letting him know she would let it go no deeper. Her throat was humming, making his thrusting cock vibrate as it rocked in and out of her tight, clamping mouth. She had a good mouth, all right. It was as good as any he'd ever known, though not as good as the legendary Morris School women. Those were the women.
Gradwin was one of the few people outside the elite circle of the extremely wealthy to know about the girls who went to the Morris School. They were trained to completely satisfy a man in every possible way, whether it was bathing him, cooking for him, dressing him, or doing any and every kind of sexual act humanly possible. Only the very wealthy got one of those women, and only one to each man. If the man ever abused the woman, she was immediately taken back. But almost all of them ended up marrying the man who had taken them, and all of them ended up inheriting fantastic sums of wealth. When these women would eventually die, it was agreed the money would be passed on to their sons who, if they were deserving, could also purchase a girl from the legendary Morris School.
No one knew where the Morris School was, not even the girls themselves. They were taken to and from the school blindfolded, but the training they received there was supposed to be unparalleled. There were all kinds of women at the school, from all walks of life, though no one knew how these women ever got there. No woman was ever openly solicited. At least no woman was solicited and told about it. Hundreds of thousands of women would have given anything to go there, but the school had its own standards and only took the females it wanted.
Yeah, Mitch thought. I'd like to get a Morris School girl, whose been trained to out fuck and outsuck any other kind of female in existence.
But at that moment he was settling for Marjorie Snyder, as his ramming cock began to once more swell to its utmost and unleash its contents into Marjorie's mouth. He went wild, in the throes of a total orgasm as her leeching lips pulled hard on his meat, sapping him of his energy.
And then he felt stark, horrible pain as her thumb came up into his balls, ramming in deep and hard. He keeled over to the side as his shriveling prick fell from her mouth, and she jammed her thumb up one more time, making him black out.
It was while she dressed that she saw his wallet, opened it up, and reading his name, realized she had attacked the son of a Mafia Don.
Mitch Gradwin was really Micaelo Gradini, son of Severio Gradini, the local Mafia chief. In his wallet was his ID with his real name on it.
For the First time in her life, Marjorie Snyder was afraid. This time she had picked a fight with someone who could really fight back. There was no backing out, there was no chance for any leniency, even if Mitch Gradwin recovered. One didn't go around touching the son of a bigtime hood and hope to get away with it.
There was no chance of her parents being able to help her. She had to run, and run fast.
Barbara was her only hope. Barbara had a car. Maybe she could drive her someplace. The nearest bus station. She could be on a bus and long gone before any of the gangsters even had an inkling how she'd gone, much less where. She had a little money, and a whole batch of credit cards, and if worse came to worse she could always con money out of some sucker.
She picked up the phone and called the recreation center and asked to have Barbara Lapin paged. When Barbara came to the phone, Marjorie explained what had happened, though claming Grad-win had attacked her. Then she told Barbara where she was and the girl said she'd come and pick her up.
Hanging up, Marjorie sat back and stared at the prostrate, naked body on the floor. He was still breathing, but was obviously unconscious. She had hit him hard.
Even then she could feel no remorse, having no idea what kind of excruciating pain she'd caused. All she cared about was protecting herself.
Barbara Lapin had always been a quiet girl. She had also always been an obedient girl, getting high marks in school, and attending religious school, as well. Her parents were always proud of her, and so, on her seventeenth birthday, after she'd completed the course in Driver's Ed at the high school, they'd given her a small used "into.
For some reason Barbara had always envied Marjorie Snyder. The latter had always gone where she'd pleased, done whatever suited her, and behaved as if she were doing the world a favor merely by living in it. So she became friendly with Marjorie, sharing chauffeuring her around with some other girl whom she had never met, and never would meet.
She was used to driving Marjorie places and watching her go off with some man or other. It made her envy Marjorie a little more, because Barbara, having been brought up in a strictly religious home, had not so much as petted, much less allowed any man or boy to take even greater liberties.
Facially Barbara was as pretty as Marjorie, only hers was a soft prettiness rather than the harsh beauty of the other girl. Her hair was jet black, and she had large, soulful brown eyes. Under a neat, conservative dress (she always wore conservative dresses) she had a nice, ample bosom even if it wasn't opulent. And though her hips weren't as large as Marjorie's, they had nice curves to them. Her buttocks were small, tight, and round, and though she didn't realize it, the sight of her in a bathing suit at the recreation center had set more than one man to fantasizing.
She was very surprised when Marjorie phoned her at the rec center and asked her to come pick her up. Being used to doing whatever Marjorie wanted, she hurriedly got dressed and ran to her car. Fifteen minutes later she was at the address Marjorie had given her and she saw the door open and the younger girl come out.
"Hurry," Marjorie said, getting into the car. "Drive me to the bus station."
When Barbara pressed her for a further explanation, Marjorie told her about Mitch Gradwin being related to a bigtime gangster, and how she had to get away before he recovered and told anyone who had nearly castrated him.
Some twenty five minutes later Barbara pulled up in front of the bus station and Marjorie begged her to come inside with her. So Barbara parked her car and went in with the other girl.
At the ticket counter Marjorie learned there would be no outgoing buses for at least three hours. The shock of all that had happened finally got to her, and sitting in a corner of the station she broke down and cried for the first time in her life.
Barbara made her go over her story again, wanting to understand everything more clearly, and little by little she sobbed it out. Neither noticed the fat man sitting nearby who overheard everything. When Marjorie had finished, he rose, approached the girls and spoke to them. And when he'd finished speaking, not only did Marjorie accompany him, but Barbara asked if she could be allowed to come, too. It was time she had some excitement in her life, too.
CHAPTER FIVE
High in a plateau, in the middle of what seemed like an enormous desert in a large southwestern state, stood the Morris Training School. Above the school, huge camouflage nets were spread to keep the school from being spotted from the air by any of the planes that passed over daily.
Cut into the bottom of the mesa were large cavities which had been turned into heliports for the helicopters which came and went every day. And inside a hidden garage were a dozen dune buggies, should the need for them ever arise. Only a few people knew the actual location of the Morris Training School, and these were the people who owned and ran it.
The hundred girls who were there at any one time had no idea where they were. It was just as well, because many who came there were belligerent in the beginning. Others were terrified. Still others were not receptive to the training at first, and many would have tried escaping had they known the locations of the secret stairways leading to the bottom of the mesa.
The mesa itself was larger than many islands. It was almost a perfect circle nearly two miles in diameter. And the school itself rested in the middle.
Physical training was an important part of the program, and aside from two daily exercise periods, the girls played tennis, handball, volleyball and badminton, alternating daily. Inside the huge, white, flat-roofed building, the girls learned everything taught at a finishing school, including poise and character development. They were also kept abreast of world affairs so that they could discuss politics and economics on a level equal to experts. They had regular school training as well, learning mathematics, languages, chemistry, biology, cooking, housekeeping, financial management, and last but not least, the art of full, complete, and total sexual stimulation.
Every girl eventually leaving the Morris Training School could make one claim. No matter how adept she was at pleasing others, she was fully capable of self-satisfaction. There wasn't a student there who did not eventually discover how to achieve a full, satisfying orgasm again and again.
Here were brought the forlorn, forgotten, lost young girls of the world. No one over eighteen was accepted, because by eighteen they were no longer emotionally malleable. Here, under proper supervision, girls who might otherwise end up in whore houses, as suicides, or sold into slavery in the Middle East, were trained to become the perfect companions for whoever was rich enough to aflord a perfect companion.
And this was where the fat man had brought Sharon Giles, Adriana Frisch, Melanie Lawrence, Marjorie Snyder, and Barbara Lapin. They, along with the three hippie girls found by the fat man's working associate, were the eight new girls needed to fill the vacancies left by eight who were no longer with the school, having gone on to fulfill their new destinies.
Sharon had been at the school nearly two weeks without understanding anything that was going on, save for the fact she was attending political and economic seminars, and going to regular classes. Adriana was there slightly more than a week, nursing her bruised ego and receiving medical attention, in addition to attending classes. Melanie, too, had proper medical care while beginning to attend classes, wondering what was going on. Their wondering came to an end when the fat man showed up with Barbara and Marjorie.
The five girls were all put into a room together, and little by little came to know one another, though Marjorie held herself aloof from all but Barbara. On the following day, the fat man called them into his large office all together and explained the purpose of The Morris Training School. When he finished, he said, "I own this school. I am James Morris. I know some of you are aghast at what I've said. The idea of your bodies being used again and again until you've learned to do everything right may well be frightening. But I assure you, those girls who follow instructions and do their best to comply will not only be well-rewarded while being here, but will probably secure for themselves the best possible positions financially. We don't threaten, we don't punish, we don't scold. We reward."
"And just what do you get out of all this?" Marjorie asked, brashly.
"I also get a reward," he assured her. "Each of you will eventually end up either being employed by, or married to, an extremely wealthy financier. The very wealthy know of the Morris School, and they're willing to pay for a Morris Girl. They're willing to pay fifty thousand dollars, which shows you just how much in demand Morris Girls are. We guarantee total satisfaction, and to date have never had to accept one of our girls back. Every year at least fifty girls leave here. By next year most of you, if not all of you, will be ready to face the outside world again, with new identities and new abilities acquired here. We profit, and you profit."
"I'd like to know," Melanie said, "why our sexual training has to be with people like you rather than with virile, handsome young men. After all, all of us are more than merely attractive. We're extremely pretty, and even beautiful."
"True," Morris told them. "You're all of that, which is one of the reasons why you've been selected to be Morris Girls. But when you leave here, each of you with the millionaire of her choice by the way, you'll find very few of them are handsome, virile young men. Most of them are middle aged. Almost none have adonis-like physiques. Many are fatter than I am. Many are older than I. Some are extremely skinny. Once you select the man you want, you'll have to live with him the rest of his life. So this is the time to get used to ordinary men. Since I'm the one who 'recruited' you, I'm the one who'll be in charge of your sexual training. None of you has any choice as far as that goes."
"But I don't particularly like you," Marjorie snapped.
"Good," he nodded. "All the better. If you learn to please a man you don't like, think how much easier you'll be able to satisfy a man you do like. Sex training will begin today with Sharon."
The other girls left, but Sharon remained. Her blond hair, so frizzy with Morris had first seen her, had been washed and straightened, and was now pulled back and tied with a pink ribbon into a pony tail.
"You're afraid?" he asked, leading her into the next room, a plush bedroom, with a gigantic bed filling more than half the room.
"I'm terrified," she told him, "especially after what I'd been through the night you found me. I mean, I'm still a virgin, and it means more pain."
"Yes," he confirmed. "It means a little more pain, but with a bit of luck this should be the last time you'll ever experience any kind of hurt."
"How can you be sure?" she asked. "After all, suppose I come through your school with flying colors, and then select a millionaire. How might I know whether or not he's a sadist?"
"A good question," Morris nodded, "and it deserves a fair answer. We screen all millionaires applying for Morris Girls. You see, there are a few of our girls who don't want to leave the school. They're very few in number, but for some reason or other they feel more secure here, or at least as our employees. They're still well-schooled in everything, and we use them to work their way into the confidences of each of these individuals. They spend nights, and sometimes weekends with these prospective clients without their realizing they're under observation. If the man shows any sadistic tendencies he's removed from the list of potential clients."
"Are you going to try anything very fancy today?" she asked.
"Before we start teaching you the niceties of sex, you have to learn to accept the simple act, itself. There are three basic things you must accept. You have three major orificies. Each one can be used to contain a male phallus. Today we'll begin by simply letting them contain a phallus."
"He used my rectum, you know," she shivered, her teeth chattering slightly. "That seaman who Gail had brought up to our apartment."
"Whatever he did, he obviously did wrong. It would be very easy for me to undress you, throw you on the bed, and stuff you with my penis. We're going to try something different, today. Today you are going to seduce me. Don't worry about how clumsy the effort may seem. Now, I'm going to sit on the bed and watch, and you go ahead and seduce me."
Shaking, the girl clumsily undid the gym suit she was wearing, dropping it on the floor. She stood before him, naked, awkward, not really knowing how to pose.
"I feel so foolish," she said as his eyes were filled with her tight, firm torso and admiring the way her young breasts swelled.
"You look lovely," he reassured her, enjoying the way her huge breasts bobbled from side to side as she breathed, their nipples' pinkness all the more radiant against her skin. He could feel his cock beginning to swell in his crotch. Her body, though a bit on the, meaty side, was superb. She had a lovely, rounded belly and very wide hips.
Sharon's eyes saw the swelling in Morris's crotch in spite of his large belly, and she understood that her body was having an effect on him. Yes, he fully intended taking her virginity, and, as he had explained, she no longer had a choice. When she had willingly gone with him she had temporarily surrendered all freedom of choice. For instance, if she had a choice she would have wanted her virginity taken by some athletic young man with a muscular body who wouldn't be liable to crush her to death should he climb on top of her. Yet Morris's swollen pudendum was her eventual key to untold wealth, if what he told her was true. And there was no reason why it shouldn't be true. After all, he didn't have to bring her here and tell her stories. He could have driven her to that motel and raped her back in that hick town. Well, if Morris's cock was indeed the key to untold wealth, then she'd used her cunt as a keyhole.
"Undress me," he told her softly, and she approached him slowly, her pendulous breasts swinging delightfully from side to side.
Morris looked at the way her full thighs moved, staring at the downy blond hair curled above the pink lips of her puffy pussy. He could feel his mouth watering as she finally came to him and lay against him, pressing the entire length of her naked body against his. Still shaky, she planted her mouth on his, at first kissing him lightly, then slowly, little by little, applying more and more pressure with her lips until she involuntarily opened her mouth, making him open his. And then her tongue tentatively poked into his mouth, gently teasing his. His body tightened in response, and she knew she was getting to him.
When his fingers gingerly ran up her spine he could feel her shiver as goosepimples broke out all over her. She shuddered and even whimpered, but her mouth never left his. Her tongue continued probing, and now he began to return her thrusts, parrying with his own tongue.
Sharon suddenly realized she was beginning to like it. There was nothing forced in what they were doing. He was taking his time with her, making her feel desired and desirable, and not merely lusting after her like some crazy stallion.
She removed his suit jacket, first, letting it fall somewhere off the bed. Then her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it out of his pants, while she unzipped his fly, as well. In a strange, perhaps perverse, sort of way, she was enjoying herself: It was really fun. When she finally removed his shirt, she stopped kissing him so she could pull off his undershirt.
Staring at his vast expanse of belly, she realized how out-of-proportion he was. Even as she tugged off his pants, taking the time to plant a kiss on his ponderous stomach, she noticed he carried all his weight in his lower belly. His chest was actually normal, and even his buttocks were far from huge. It was solely his lower belly that protruded so ponderously. And as large as it was, it still didn't hide the stiff, purple-headed cock sticking out beneath it. Yet to Sharon this lavender-knobbed prick didn't seem nearly as menacing as that of the seaman who had buggered her. As she tugged off both, his pants and underpants at once, she found she had to kneel to get them down, and as she did so she stared straight at the stiff, unbending prong, and an involuntary shudder passed through her. She began quivering, and Morris had to reach down and calm her, saying, "Relax, Sharon. Come here, lie down on the bed and let me do nice things to you. You'll feel calmer, afterward."
He made her stretch out, his hands lightly caressing her. His left hand rubbed her belly, then slowly moved down toward the juncture between her thighs. At first her legs closed, clamping tightly together, but his caressing hand on her pubic convinced her he meant no harm, and so little by little she began breathing more easily, relaxing more and more. His fingers were like sparking static, running across her tightened thighs again and again. As he used them to probe, she understood what he wanted, and after a few minutes slowly began to separate her thighs. His fingers moved in first, ever so gently rubbing her clit. Sharon felt all kinds of wild, strange sensations hurrying through her, and began to understand just how much she was enjoying it. Maybe he didn't have the build of an adonis, but he knew how to make her feel good. And in the long run wasn't that what was most important?
Yes, she thought. Yes. it was important to make one's partner feel good. That was what he had been trying to make her and the other girls understand, and he was reaching her because he was sincerely interested in making her feel good. This was what he wanted her to learn.
Then she saw him move his head slowly between her thighs, and she wondered what he was doing. Morris put his thirsting lips against her virginal labia and let his tongue wander between the leaking crack. It was as if someone had run a high voltage wire into her. Sharon bucked, squeezing her thighs together, clutching his face between them, thrilling to something she'd never felt before. Wet, hot, and slick, the tongue knifed between her outer pussylips, slashing up, then down.
Sharon squirmed and writhed, feeling wild thrills and sensations course through her body, and then felt another wild spasm charge through her as his tongue plunged deep into her center. The slick, slavering tongue thrust deeply into her, and she began bouncing on the bed, completely out of control.
Now his tongue was out of her hungering hole, whipping against her upstanding clitoris-swollen with blood and standing erect like a mini-penis. His lips sucked on it, and Sharon thought she might well go insane from the sensation. It was like the lightly beating wings of a moth rubbing against silk as she wound her thighs around his head, grabbing his hair with her hands and pulling. She cried out loudly now as the wild sensation developing in her began to enlarge, suddenly fusing into molten metal overflowing in every direction. Her limbs were Hung wide as she heaved her fulcrum up from the bed again and again.
Morris, with his tongue still inserted in Sharon's creaming vagina, felt it pulsate as hot lubricant continued pouring into his mouth. Jets of colorless fluid blasted into his throat, and he drank as if it were wine. When she went into the final throes of her climax, she noticed his lips were still glued to her labia, his tongue lapping away, sucking out every last bit of liquid inside her.
Finally, when her crisis was completely over, he raised his head with her heavy juices smeared all over his face, and said, "You see, Sharon, you enjoyed it because I enjoyed doing it. And that's what you have to learn. To enjoy doing it."
Yes, now Sharon was beginning to understand. Now she was beginning to realize that this was only the beginning. She had a lot to learn, and if everything else was this good, she would be more than eager to learn.
Morris pulled his bulk up alongside her now, and kissed her on the mouth. She could taste the juices of her cunt, but was in no way revolted. On the contrary, it thrilled her to know he had enjoyed lapping away and giving her such a fantastic thrill. She responded glady, tonguing him as his own tongue moved through her mouth.
His hands combed through her blond hair as he kissed her throat, then slowly worked his lips down her rich, tantalizing body until he came to her campanulate tits. His tongue licked the nipples and big as they were, now they seemed to grow bigger. He sucked first on the left one, and then on the right. His hands made her prickle more and more as they urgently caressed her sleek body, squeezing and kneading the flesh as his lips sucked her full, rubbery nipples again and again. Now his fingers caressed her ample hips and Sharon felt herself helpless as the fire within her spread once more to her dripping cunt. When he reached down and pressed the flat of his palm against her seething snatch, she opened her thighs all the wider this time. With his thumb he rubbed her growing clitoris, feeling more and more of her viscous juices as they seeped through her unsullied crack. The slick unction covered his hand making him rub her swollen, convex outer cuntlips even harder, applying more and more pressure to her enlarging clit.
He pressed his middle finger against her tight, resisting hole, and slowly but surely it yielded to the pressure. Little by little the finger slipped into the soaking, narrow channel of her burning pussy. Once inside, it began twirling around, and Sharon, unable to control her body, began shaking and bouncing up and down on the mattress. The memory of the pleasant happening of only minutes ago made her buck with even more fervor.
His mouth continued devouring her fruit-like nipples, sucking greedily as his teeth bit into her flesh leaving deep red marks. But the tingle of pain caused by his teeth was pleasurable to Sharon. The harder he sucked the more she moaned, and each moan was one of pure passion.
He rolled onto her, taking his mouth from her luscious tits and kissing her lips, chewing on them as he pulled his finger from inside her hungering pussy and grabbed his swollen cock. He placed its great, capped, purple head, more filled with blood than ever, against the soft, petal-like folds of her pouting snatch.
Sharon lay there breathing more heavily than Morris, her thighs wide open and her arms around his neck. With her fingers she was pressing deep into his flesh as she groaned with anticipation. But her screams were swallowed into Morris's throat as he continued kissing her.
Now Morris began pushing the firm, swollen head of his rampant cock between her soaking vaginal lips, and Sharon began writhing madly, feeling the drumming of his swollen glans as it pushed more and mpre deeply into her fiery slit.
"Do it," Sharon breathed into his ear. "Yes, do it. Hurry, make me feel like a woman. Do it, do it, do it."
"Here it comes, honey," he said, and with a sudden flexing of his heavy hips, drove his battering ram up into her to the hilt.
There was pain, but only the pain of stretching walls. Somehow, somewhere, at sometime in the past, Sharon had managed to lose her hymen. The pain made her pull back into the mattress for a moment, as if looking to dislodge the meaty cylinder filling her so completely. But there was no escape and she suddenly realized it. She released a long, shuddering gasp, understanding he had her as neatly pinned as a mounted butterfly.
With the burning tightness of her cuntwalls swallowing up his heated pole, Morris savored the delicious pressure of what had been her virginal interior. Then he began slowly rocking back and forth, pulling his solid pole back until only the knob remained lodged in her, then shoving it forward, filling her sweet box again. His strokes were long and powerful, and though he wasn't tearing her open, he was showing her no mercy at this point. He battered his cone of flesh into her again and again.
Sharon was in a wild state of feverish excitement now that the pain was passing. The pleasure was building to where it was unbelievable. Where his tongue had brought her one wild orgasm, she could already feel another one forming in her depths and knew it would be even better than the first one. She found herself handling his heaviness with ease as he continued fucking strongly into her. Her full, oval tits, their nipples no longer pink but a deep, rich red, swelled to almost twice their previous size as she found herself breathing with almost suffocating panting.
Morris's cock was now moving with more and more ease. This older man, with all his knowledge and experience was building thrill upon thrill inside her tight, compressing pussy. Each time he thrust forward, his prong buried itself to its hilt inside her fuming container. He slammed in again and again, and she was bouncing in time to the pace he'd set. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth. She felt as if his iron-hard shaft had gone all the way up into her heart and as if her entire body were impaled on it. It rammed up into her, then eased away only to charge back into her again, squashing against the juice-soaked lips of her saturated twat.
Morris, his weight on his forearms and knees, was cramming it into her with all his strength now, and her fiery cunt gripped his stiff cock so tightly he could hear loud, squishy, popping sounds. And then she broke the beat. She was suddenly moving more rapidly than he. Her wide open pussy slammed into him like some irresistible force, swallowing him up and roasting him in its blast furnace-center, trying to gobble up and fry his balls as she began sobbing uncontrollably, but with happiness rather than sorrow.
"Oh my God!" she yelled. "Oh my God! What is it? It's coming again ... I can feel it building...."
She sank her teeth into his shoulder, biting and screaming as her crushing cunt proceeded to get a firm stranglehold on the base of his inrushing prick. She was still bucking, but she was no longer sliding up and down his well-greased pole. When she rammed up, she forced him to move up, and when she slammed her heated ass against the mattress, her vise-like box pulled him down with her, still gorging itself with all his cock. Now her tight hole was squeezing and becoming even tighter. It squeezed and squeezed until he thought' he would die if he didn't come. But he didn't come. She was the one who peaked, letting out a horrendous screech and gripping his ass tightly, yanking his cheeks hard, trying to drive him in deeper and deeper, wishing his hot cock was even longer.
He could feel her lubricating juices sluice all over his pelvis and thighs as she continued bouncing while climaxing, shuddering and squealing all the while. She bit without meaning of, and in one place it was so hard she was actually drawing blood from him. There was one last strangling shiver, as her squeezing cunt tried tearing his lancing prong out by the roots. And then she fell back, her full, round tits hobbling as her chest heaved convulsive-ly-
"It was good," she let him know, breathing heavily, still feeling the warm after-effects flooding through her body.
"We haven't finished," he told her. "Now that you know how good it can be, we have to conquer whatever fear is left in you."
"How?" she asked.
"I'm going to go up the rectum, next," was his answer.
He could sec an apprehensive chill shudder through her, but then she said, "I ... trust you. If you think you can make it feel good, go ahead."
"Good girl," he told her. "Good girl. From what I've heard, you're already excelling in all the other classes, too. I have the feeling you'll graduate a lot sooner than the others."
"Tell me," she asked, as his hands gently turned her over on her stomach, pushing her knees up under her to raise her buns. "Aside from the fact that you train young girls because their minds are more receptive, why do you 'sell' them before they reach their twenties?"
"Simple," he replied, kneeling behind her. "The prospect of getting so young a girl is what makes the men want to pay so much. Youth happens only once. But all men try recapturing it, either by fantasizing, or, in the case of wealthy men, by purchasing it. By making love to a very young girl, they feel revived and young again. The younger she is, the more they want her. This is why it's to your benefit to complete your training here as quickly as possible. We have a waiting list of hundreds of multi-millionaires, at all times. You select from that list whichever one you want."
Grabbing her asscheeks with both hands, gently parted them. She quivered but offered no resistance.
"Easy," he told her. "It won't hurt nearly as much if you relax."
He placed his face against her bottom and used his tongue to lick her anus. To her it felt as if liquid fire was pushing at her, and she sighed while his tongue continued lapping and slurping around her asshole. Now she understood why there was a bidet in the bathroom adjoining the bedroom she would be sharing with the other four girls. She had gotten into the habit of using it after every elimination, solid or liquid, and her asshole was not only clean, but tasted of the mint flavor of the liquid used to wash it.
When he felt he'd lubricated her anus enough, he lifted his head, moved forward on his knees, and placed the swollen knob of his solid dingus against the brown, puckered ring of her asshole. He rammed forward, pushing against the tight, hard muscle of her sphincter. He shoved his flail forward, grunting and groaning, his hands solidly gripping her large, swollen hips.
"Help me," he told her, seeing she was unmoving. "Shove back against me."
She quivered a bit more, but spread her solid thighs wider, scrunched her eyes shut, and pushed back. Her moistened ass ring began to open and his solid log began to slowly penetrate. She remembered the first time she'd been sodomized, but for some reason it was totally different from what was happening, now. She felt some pain, to be sure. But it wasn't the hard, raw, tugging pain she'd felt the first time. It was the hurt caused by a tight orifice being forced to enlarge to contain a thick, hard cylinder. Yet, because her ass channel had been lubricated with his spit, it was an exquisite pain, bringing with it a sense of pleasure. The pain was bearable, the pleasure still faint, but as the huge flesh log worked its way into her the pain slowly diminished and the pleasure increased. When she finally moaned it was as much from enjoyment as it was from being stretched. And her soft moans only urged the monolith into her more quickly.
Her sphincter stopped fighting his solid cock, and instead began sucking it in. He pumped it in right up to his dangling balls with a final, smooth, fast thrust. His huge belly smacked resoundingly against her tanned buttocks each time he plunged into her. And his arms reached forward and under her so his hands were able to caress the sensitive nipples of her large, dangling tits.
Now she was beginning to enjoy the feel of her rectum being stuffed, and sighing, pushed her full, round ass back around the long, hard, thick dong. She threw her weight on her elbows, and her knees and shins began bouncing up and down against the mattress. He was fucking his meaty schlong into her with harder, faster strokes, sensing his solid prong become even more rigid.
She felt it slide back and forth in her rear tunnel, and now she liked it. His thudding cock was exciting her anal mucous membranes, and she was secreting enough of her own lubricant to completely erase any remnant of pain, leaving pure pleasure inside.
Her fingers reached down between her thighs, and she could feel her clit growing and getting solid again. It felt good against her fingertips, so she rubbed it hard as his pounding pole continued reaming in and out of her wet rectum. His fingers pressed her nipples harder, and new sensations began building quickly. She had come twice already, and now she felt a third climax building.
A wild feeling was also enlarging in her asshole, making her rub her swollen clit even harder and faster. Suddenly she realized she was about to experience an entirely different kind of orgasm. This was beginning in her rectum, spreading through her with as much ferocity as her vaginal climax. It made her tingle and shiver, and then her working fingertips caused her strumming clit to reach into her and overpower her with her third cunt orgasm. Between the two she felt as if she'd been slammed by a Mack Truck heading east and buffeted into another one going west. His powerful pecker continued reaming her asshole, making her huge hips rotate wildly. She was squeezing his cock tightly, making him think it was a cigar with the wrong end caught in the cigar cutter. And then she screamed, falling to the bed all doubled up, automatically pulling her tight rectum from around his pulsing cock.
"Oh God!" she murmured, her fingers locked between her gripping thighs. "Oh God! Are there really such feelings in this world?"
"In a little while you'll become used to such wonderful feelings," he told her, his rampant cock still standing out in front of him. "Then we'll teach-you how, while still enjoying yourself to the fullest, you can make your partner go into wild ecstasies."
"Oh yes," Sharon nodded. "I want to learn these things. I really want to learn. I want to find out what it's all about."
"You will," Morris assured her. "But now we have one more lesson for today. We have to teach you to accept the use of your third orifice."
"My third orifice?" she asked, curious.
"You liked what I did to you with my mouth, didn't you?"
"Very much."
"Then I'm certain you understand the necessity for using your own mouth to bring about pleasure."
"Yes," she nodded, no longer uncertain about anything.
This man made her feel good in so many ways it was impossible not to trust him. She understood inside herself that she wanted to give pleasure as much as receive it. The idea that she could now do so thrilled her as much as it might have disgusted her, earlier.
"I'm going to come in your mouth," he told her. "And when I do, you're to swallow it all. You're to pull my phallus to the back of your throat and swallow hard against it. You'll enhance the feeling that much more for me. Do you understand?"
Sharon nodded, eager to try, knowing she would enjoy it if only because he wanted her to do it. She liked him. She liked him very much. She wanted to make him as happy as possible.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and she knelt once more on the floor in front of him. Resting her cheek against his right thigh, she stared at his upstanding cock, its head looking like a soldier's helmet. She saw his lubricant seeping from the head of the solid prick, and reaching up with her hand, used her thumb to massage it into his glans, making the purple knob glisten. The more she rubbed, the more lubricant came seeping out.
He let his hand lightly caress the back of her neck as if to encourage her. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his inner thigh while her hand crept down from his solid cock and caressed his heavy, dangling balls. Her palm lightly smoothed its way across the jewel-sac, feeling the wrinkled skin and the tender roundness of the smooth marbles inside. He quivered, and she knew it was because she was exciting him. Her tongue flicked out without any hesitation and touched the staff of his hard phallus. It seemed to jerk upright, as if of its own volition, the corona swelling even larger for a brief instant.
Opening her mouth wide, she took the violent knob into it, letting her tongue play along its underside. She could feel the heavy phallus swell to an even greater thickness as she ran her lips along the hardened flesh. Now her lips closed firmly around it and she began sucking, feeling the tasteless lubricant pouring onto her tongue. At first she was apprehensive of swallowing, but recalling how he relished tasting every bit of her she gulped the fluid down, feeling it lubricate her dry throat. So she continued swallowing as her head bobbed up and down. Each time her head moved down, she could feel his hand tense on her nape, as if ready to push her down. But it never did. He was groaning as the tip of his hot penis touched the back of her throat. He wanted it there, so she would keep it there. She relaxed her throat muscles, letting her pharynx open wide to receive the smooth knob, finally pulling the thick meat into her throat. It was no easy task, but she found herself able to do it because it was his cock, and she wanted so much to make him happy. Her tongue lay flat against the underside, rubbing and salivating. Soon her saliva became too much to hold in her mouth, but with his thick wand down her throat, swallowing anything became more than a little difficult, so she let the sputum drool all over his pelvis. He was too busy pumping his prong into her esophagus to even care. The contractions of her throat muscles were getting to him. His nuts were on fire.
Her cheeks alternately hollowed and bloated as she kept on rubbing her tongue against the unbending baton. She felt the thick pudendum fill her throat again, and this time it was swollen to even greater size. His hand on her neck was applying a bit more pressure, forcing her further down, sinking his hot cock even deeper into her throat. It rubbed in and out, and he was babbling like a crazy man, sucking in great amounts of air and exhaling suddenly.
And then he felt the hot jets of liquid spurt down her gullet in great quantities. And she swallowed, overjoyed to know she was capable of bringing about such total satisfaction.
It was late in the afternoon of the same day. Sharon finally returned to her room, radiante making her face brilliant.
"You must be sore as hell," Marjorie told her.
"Not really," Sharon replied dreamily, falling onto her bed.
"You look like a mess," Melanie retorted.
"Who cares?" Sharon shrugged.
"What happened?" an apprehensive Barbara asked.
"Everything," Sharon told her, dreamily. "Everything. And he's promised a lot more is going to happen. Don't let his weight fool you. He's one swell guy."
"I'll bet I know which part of him made him swell," Adriana remarked. "I'm in no hurry to meet with him."
"I'll take your turn, anytime," Sharon laughed. "Whoever dreamed it could be so terrific."
"Tell me," Barbara pleaded, sitting on the edge of Sharon's bed. "Tel' me everything."
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"No," Sharon answered. "It's something you have to find out for yourself. To put it into words would only ruin it."
"Well if he tries touching me," Marjorie snapped, "I'll kick his balls up into his throat."
"You do, and I'll personally scratch your eyes out," Sharon said. "If you don't want him, just leave him for me. I'll be glad to learn from him, anytime."
"Well you weren't raped, so it's easy for you to say," Melanie sniffed.
Sharon merely smiled, turned over, and went to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Sharon returned to Morris's office three days a week to continue her sexual training in addition to all the other courses. She encountered other girls in her other classes who were receiving their sexual training from other instructors. In each case, each girl was sexually taught by the man who had "recruited" her. Sharon also noticed each one of the girls involved in the sexual training courses was happier than the other girls, which meant the other instructors were as expert as Morris.
The third week of her sexual workouts was interrupted by her monthly period. And that was when Morris decided it was time to initiate the next girl.
He had been watching the girls and noticed all five were smart and adept at handling the courses they took, but Marjorie was unlike the others. She refused any study outside the classes and relied solely on natural aptitude. In both, politics and economics she did extremely well, but when it came to homemaking she was exerting absolutely no effort, and therefore was only fair. She was stubborn, willful, and had a big mouth, daring anyone to touch her. It was a challenge that had to be met. The girl had to be mastered.
She was brought to his bedroom on a Sunday when there were no classes. It was in the late morning, about two hours after breakfast. She was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a halter, and nothing more. Morris, himself, was fully dressed except he wore no jacket.
"I assume you realize why you're here," he said to her after the bedroom door had shut behind her.
"I know," she nodded, "but I'm not willing. Touch me and I'll kick your balls in."
"This school has been in existence nearly fifteen years," he told her. "During that time almost every type of girl with every kind of attitude has been in this bedroom. There have been the quiet, subservient, East Indian girls, the silent, accepting Chinese, and the defiant blondes as well as the Nordic and Aryan types. I've had hot-blooded Latin-Americans, and so-called reserved English. I've met passionate French girls, and the more-than-willing-to-please Japanese. You aren't unique, young lady. I've handled stronger women than you, and women who I'm certain are more violent than you could ever get. Not that I'm underestimating you. I'm simply telling you, quietly, plainly, factually, you are about to get fucked. You will get fucked by me, in the way that pleases me. And by the time you leave this school, you will not only be overjoyed to fuck, suck, or even be sodomized, but you will look forward to it."
"Must you be so disgusting about the way you phrase it?" she asked.
"Get used to hearing the words," he told her. "The man with whom you eventually end up will probably want you to say them to him while you perform."
"You really turn me off," she barked. "I wouldn't give myself to you if you were the last man on earth."
"I'm not the last man on earth, to use your cliche, and you won't have to give yourself to me, because I'm taking, whether or not you're giving. If you want to be treated like a slut I'll do it. If you want to be treated like a lady I can do that, too. The choice is yours. Now let's stop any further discussion and get on with it. Undress!"
"The hell I will, you fat slob."
"I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head and walking over to her. "I gave you fair warning."
"Get away from me," she yelled, and tried to back away. But before she could get to the door he was on her, dragging 'her to the bed, gripping her by both arms.
She tried kneeing him in the groin, but he was ready and turned his hip, blocking her knee. Then he backhanded her across the face and she fell onto the bed.
"I suppose you feel really masculine now," she yelped, cowering on the bed as he began undressing quickly.
"Strip!" was his only reply as he finished removing his own clothing.
The sight of his ponderous body, standing there with his belly hanging out and almost overlapping his penis, to her seemed a ludicrous sight. She began laughing viciously, saying, "If only you knew how stupid you looked, standing there."
The words seemed to galvanize him into action again. He walked over to the bed, reached down, and grabbed her by her long hair. She began laughing hysterically yet shuddered at the thought of his touching her. The mere idea revolted her. Imagine allowing his swollen body to cover hers. It was unthinkable.
"No," she yelled. "You're a pig. Stay away from me."
Morris was on the bed with her, forcing her to lie down, his steady gaze burning into her. He let his hands wander over her firm, full body, touching the milkiness of her solid thighs, her slender waist and her full, swollen breasts with nipples pressing against the halter fabric as if begging to be released.
"You let me out of here," she told him, shivering as his hands continued rubbing her tits.
"You came to this school willingly," he snapped. "Now you'll do exactly as I say. And the sooner you obey, the easier it will be for you. But make no mistake, dear girl. You will do as I say, whether it be sooner or later."
She stared up at him and realized there would be no pity in him. She also understood that if she did manage to damage him physically, there was still no way out of the school for her. She was totally and completely in his power whether she liked it or not.
"I ... can't," she said, beginning to cry. "I just can't."
His long, heavy arms surrounded her and his face came down on hers as his mouth began kissing her. He wasn't even trying to be gentle with her. His teeth were biting into her lips, hurting her. She felt she had to get away. She didn't know how, but she had to escape.
She began struggling, but he was so much more powerful than she. His arms were tightly around her and his tongue was forcing her lips apart, prying even her teeth apart. She wanted to clamp down on that wet, sloshing tongue. She wanted to bite it. But when she tried she found he was quicker than she, and withdrew it so she bit her own tongue, instead. She screamed with pain and tried butting his face with her head.
"You have to learn the hard way," he snapped, and slapped her face. He slapped her a good half dozen times, back and forth.
She felt dazed, suddenly weak, and completely unprotected. This man was different from all the others she had known. He refused to be cowed by her brashness, and for once she was getting back more than she was giving.
His hands literally tore her halter off, exposing her large, full breasts to his glittering eyes. Then he ripped off her shorts and stared at the beautiful patchwork of brown moss on her pelvis.
"I was going to give you a slow, lingering warmup period," he told her. "But right now you don't deserve it. You do deserve every little bit of what you're about to receive. Remember, you brought it on yourself."
"Animal," she yelled, and then felt the air whoosh out of her as he threw his body on top of hers.
She winced and began to struggle with all her strength. When she spit at him, he slapped her again, rolled off, and spun her over on her belly. Then he fell on her again. Each time she tried cursing him he grabbed her by her long hair and shoved her face into the bedcovers, muffling her voice. His knees were between hers, trying to force them wider apart. She could feel her kneecaps roughly dragging along the surface of the covers. She did her best to keep him from parting her thighs, but it was no use. Her face stung from the way he'd slapped her, and burning tears, pouring from her eyes, were stinging her cheeks with their salt. Her loins were being opened wider, little by little.
She was startled by the feeling of the hard roundness of his cock's knob touching the smooth, inner surface of her solid thighs. Then she felt it being shoved forward so the long, hot pole slipped between the crevice of her plump asscheeks.
She writhed, trying to move her butt. It was the one part of her she was able to move, a little. She wanted the disgusting, slickly wet thing belonging to him away from her, but every move she made only pressed the solid rod deeper into her indentation.
Then his weight was off her as she heard his voice say, "Up on your knees, honey. Do it willingly, or you'll be sorry."
But she lay there, defiant and unmoving save to bring her thighs together again, tightening her muscles in a useless effort to resist him as more bitter tears flowed.
When he saw she wasn't going to obey him, he smacked her behind almost a dozen times, slapping her cheeks with loud, resounding cracks. It made her writhe all the more, yet she was determined not to let him into her.
Her ovoid asscheeks were turning a rich pink and then a bright red. The flesh was burning unmercifully, and she was wailing. Still she resisted so he slapped her ass again ... whack!
It was no use, she realized. Fighting him would only prolong the agony. Her own willfulness had brought her to this in the first place. If she continued this way, it would be her destruction. She had to obey. Whether she liked it or not.
"Come on," he told her, his voice no less stern. "Pick your caboose up, honey."
"All right," she sniffled, and slowly began raising her rear.
Apparently she didn't move it fast enough to suit him, because his hands were under her, hoisting her up until her fanny was way up in the air. Her buns were obscenely poised, as if hanging in mid-air with no support.
She realized the uselessness of resistance. Sooner or later he would get what he wanted from her. The room was soundproofed, so no matter how loud she yelled it would do no good. Even if she could be heard no one would interfere. She was his to do with as he pleased. She belonged to this obscene, foul fat man, letting him manipulate her any way it suited him. Maybe if she pretended to cooperate he'd just do it and get it over with.
He was kneeling behind her, staring up into the depths of her pink, wet quim. It made her uncomfortable to realize he was just staring at it, enjoying what he could see while she remained with her ass up in the air, not daring to move.
She knew she was a beautiful girl. She also knew he was hot for her, the lecherous bastard. She was aware her intended burying that solid piece of meat between his thighs in the receptacle between hers.
She was right, of course. Morris was more than a mere teacher. He was in this for the money, it was true. But he also had enjoyed each and every one of the women he had fucked. And there was no reason why he shouldn't enjoy this one. He wanted to shove his broiling cock all the way into the depths of her tight little pussy. It was a gorgeous little cunt, still tight. After all, the girl was a mere sixteen. He wanted to rock his penis into her until he blasted his balls off inside her. His hands were already cupping his sac, feeling the weight of his longing nuts. Still, he was a teacher, and it was important she enjoy it, if only so her resistance would be less the next time.
Moving forward on his knees, he placed his rigid, throbbing dong so it barely touched the crease between her full buttocks. The touch of it, just laying there, seemed to torment her as he grabbed a buttock in each hand and pulled it apart so the lavender dome could slip between the cheeks and nestle tightly in there.
Her asscheeks tightened automatically against the tugging of his thumbs, but he continued pulling on them, not with any force, but softly, letting her get used to the feel of him. Eventually her global asscheeks relaxed and spread wide exposing the brown pucker of her asshole as well as her chestnut-lined pussy, below. The brown rings of hair made the pinkness that much more tempting.
She felt more relaxed now, especially when she felt his breath against her pussy. He was going to lap her. Heck, he was going to lap her. He was going to make himself subservient to her pussy after all, just like all the others. Had she known, she never would have fought him. Hell, she would stay still for a cuntsucking any time.
The feel of his warm breath against her wet labia began to thrill her. She was becoming aroused. A wild sensation was building inside her as he breathed into her wide-open, exposed, pink vagina, enjoying her natural fragrance mixed with the scent of the douche she used in the bidet. She moaned a little, enjoying the feeling. Her body was becoming more and more relaxed.
The touch of his tongue at the top of her coccyx was like a jolt, and she jumped. It was a cold, icy wetness at the top of her asscrack. Her buttocks tightened involuntarily, then loosened again. Her fingers grabbed bunches of the bedcovers and squeezed as his tongue dipped down through the crack, lightly running over her asshole before continuing on its way to her sopping cunt. She wriggled, thrilling to the way he used his tongue, feeling it leap all around her wet hole without actually delving into it. He was teasing her, dammit! And then the long, wet, snaking tongue plunged deep into her frothing, anticipating cunt.
Now it was no longer cold, but warm and tender, applying gentle pressure to her delicate membranes, licking around and about, teasing and titillating the sensitive innards of her blazing feminine pit.
He knew he had her now. She was used to cunnilingus and was unable to resist his mouth. He sucked the meat of her inner labia, drinking the flowing oil coming from her, letting his tongue slither to her growing clit before it once more came back and sank into her sensitive, blazing center.
As he lapped he felt her asscheeks push against his face, her cunt hungry for more of his tongue. She was sighing, and he knew he was getting to her.
She was beginning to enjoy herself, now. She had to admit he really knew how to use his mouth. She could feel her entire body vibrating in permeating reactions of sensuousness caused by the way his tongue was working. Now it was sawing in and out of her creaming cunt like a slender, willowy, yielding cock.
She decided to let herself go, abandoning herself entirely to the working of his oral digit. She thrilled to the way he shoved his tongue in even further before coming out and licking through the deep crease between her bulbous asscheeks. And what was more, she was aware he knew she liked it. He was determined to make sure she liked it even more before he was finished. His entire face was already coated with her oily secretions.
Then she felt three of his fingers push deep into her pussy. Instantly her body tightened, but he moved his fingers dexterously around, touching all the walls of her pussy, deep inside.
"Oh wow!" she murmured, wiggling her ass as his fingers continued investigatin her feminine workings, plunging them in and out of her fiery quim. His thrusting was stronger and stronger, making her feel hotter and hotter.
Sweat was dripping off him now as he worked his fingers through her weeping snatch, jamming them insanely in and out, enjoying the way she was moaning and sighing, now. She was bouncing on her knees, bucking her ass above the screwing fingers, sighing with a sensuousness born from the agony she had previously suffered. Now she was feeling as good as she had felt bad, earlier. What was happening to her was purely physical, total sensation with neither love nor hate attached. Her hair-fringed labia parted even wider, admitting more of his hand, the slick wetness inside becoming a flooding pool.
He could tell she was ready to come. But he'd be damned if she'd get something out of it and he wouldn't. His pulsating shaft was pleading with his body to insert it into the tight, gripping cunt surrounding his fingers. He wanted to enjoy feeling the way her pussywalls tightly sucked on his throbbing prong.
Slowly he cased his fingers out of her, sensing her questioning disappointment. She was curious as to why he was stopping. Then she felt the hardness of his solid cock as it was being pressed into the orifice between her parted loins. Slowly the knobbed flesh stick moved in, forcing her labia even farther apart. Her warm, flooding cunt gripped him as tightly as he knew it would.
He gave a loud moan. It was a good, tight little cunt. If he could bring the girl around to his way of thinking, she would eventually make some wealthy man a superb mistress, if not a wife. He thrilled to the way her yielding cunt tunnel still pressed tightly around his intruding cock. It was all the way in now and sliding back, only to go powering forward again. She shook with feeling as the fat length of his broad dork seemed to inch deeper and deeper into her belly.
And then the reality of what was happening came to her. He had lulled her into some false sense of security by lapping her pussy, then he had fingered her so he could eventually stick his meaty shaft into her. But he had her pinned now and there wasn't much she could do about it. Silently she wept, crying bitter tears as he pounded hard against her hair-rimmed cunt.
But even through her sorrow, she suddenly realized a strong feeling was building inside her. His fat cock was rubbing her upped vaginal wall strongly, and that, in turn, was building her to a climax high. It would descend on her at any moment, and with that feeling so near, all others faded into the back of her mind.
Now she was groning because of her excitement. Her ass wiggled from side to side as he continued plunging into her.
He was leaning forward, putting a lot of his weight on her, and she felt as if her spine might snap. His pounding penis was thrilling her as none before ever had. It was adding to the sensations begun by his tongue and continued by his fingers. And then she was suddenly there, screaming wordlessly, feeling his savage thrusts continue as his heavy belly slapped against her bent-over ass. Thrill built up on thrill as her orgasm shot through every nerve in her body, charging through her like a mad electrical current.
Unable to take any more, she cried, "Stop, please stop," and noted he immediately pulled out.
She fell to the bed, feeling warm, content and satisfied. The degradtion she'd felt before had been replaced by satiety and she was ready to fall asleep. But then she noticed he was no longer behind her but in front of her, his thick wang moving from side to side before her eyes.
She opened her mouth to protest, and before she realized it his erect stanchion was being stuffed into the pulpiness of her throat. There was no use in her trying to pull away. He'd only force her mouth open again and shove it down her throat once more! For a moment she was tempted to bite down, hard, as well as hit him in the balls. But then she remembered what happened the last time she did that to a man. And here, on top of this mesa, she was infinitely more vulnerable.
The broad cock eased into the burning, moist cave of her mouth, and he groaned as the immensity of his throbbing prick filled the young girl's oral cavity with its thickness.
Speedily now, he moved the fleshy log in and out, filling her mouth again and again with its solidity.
"Come on, now," she heard him urge, breathing hard. "Suck! Use those lips and that tongue of yours. Remember, in the long run that golden mouth of yours will earn you a lot of money."
His plunging dong was no longer than the last one that had filled her mouth, more than three weeks earlier, but it was thicker, meatier, and for some reason, tastier. She wasn't overly-crazy about sucking, but it really wasn't abhorrent. She decided than and there that if what he said was true about her mouth being able to eventually earn her a lot of money, then what the hell! She'd suck cock from sunrise to sunset and all through the night.
Her tongue rubbed strongly against the underside as she now began taking an active interest in what she was doing. Her mind was racing along as she sucked. She began to understand that there was no way she would survive in the world if she had no protector and no security. Among other things, when she was graduated from the school she would have a new identity. Mitch Gradwin would never be able to find her. She would be attached to a rich man who, even if he didn't marry her, would offer her enough money to keep her comfortably secure, so that even should he leave her after awhile, she would have the financial security she wanted. Once she had that, she could have all the men she wanted, making them do anything she pleased. She could vent her spleen on them, and just as she had to take it now, they would have to take it.
The stiff, ramming log continued plunging into and out of her mouth as she decided she would do whatever was necessary to get the richest lover available. And her mouth began eagerly pulling on the throbbing cock moving through it.
He could feel the sudden change from indifferent oral acceptance, to strong, lustful sucking. Something had happened to make her change her entire mode of behavior. She was not only cooperative, but suddenly anxious to prove herself willing to please.
He was suddenly spurting because of the urgings of her tongue, but he knew there was no way in the world he could have caused her to change her mind. Something had occurred, and the disturbing thought took the edge off the feeling of his orgasm. He'd have to wait and see. He'd just have to wait and see.
Morris stopped the session immediately after that and let Marjorie return to her room wrapped in a large bath towel since he'd ruined her halter and shorts. Both would be replaced since all clothing worn by the girls came from the school.
The other four girls all clustered around her, wanting to know how everything worked out.
"You were right," she told Sharon. "He's quite a man. He's given me a whole new outlook on everything."
"I told you he would," the honey blonde said, smiling.
"You've changed," Barbara remarked, staring at her. "It's just not like you to accept everything so quickly. I mean, I don't care how good he is, your whole mental outlook seems different. Marjorie, it just isn't you."
"I just got to thinking," she told the other girl. "What he said made sense. We'll all need money to survive when we leave here. He's offering us a chance to really feather our nests. I don't want to be a dull housewife like my mother, and have kids who'll scream and yell at me the way I ranted at my parents. Nuts to that. I want a man who can take me places and show me the world. I want to see gambling casinos and race tracks. I want to go to Monte Carlo, Paris, Rome, Italy, and London. And, if sucking on that fat man's penis will eventually get it for me, that's just what I'll do."
"But what kind of person is he?" Barbara wanted to know.
"I can take him or leave him," Marjorie replied. "But I think you'll find him just the kind of man you'd like. Barbara, you do as he says. He'll straighten out any square corners in you."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following day, while the other four girls were doing gymnastics, Barbara Lapin was led to James Morris's bedroom. She was wearing her white, outdoor tights, revealing every roller coaster curve in her body.
Morris was more than happy with Barbara's progress in all her other courses. She was quick to catch on to the charm school lessons, and already could walk with a more sophisticated air than most. And she didn't just practice it during class hours but was walking with elegant grace at all times. She held her head high, her small, dainty bosom out-thrust proudly as she seemed to glide along.
She could discuss world problems very rationally, and though her opinions weren't as sophisticated as they one day would be, they were honest. Perhaps it was her very honesty that made her so easy to teach. Of all the girls there she was the only one who had come because she'd wanted to, and not because she was either running away from something or clutching to a last hope. She earnestly wanted to be more than a suburban housewife, living through the drudgery of bills and housework. Her parents were happy, but they had always fretted because there never was enough money. Barbara just didn't want it to happen to her. Until that fateful night when she and Marjorie had met Morris, she'd had no idea how she would escape it, and the dread of growing up to face such a life had kept her awake nights. When Morris had suddenly appeared, as if out of nowhere, she was elated at the proposition he'd offered Marjorie. There was never any doubt in her mind. That is why she decided to ask him rather than wait for him to make the offer.
True, she regretted not being able to tell her parents. She knew they'd be frantic, and after awhile they'd give her up for dead, feeling distraught and heavy hearted. But it was either stay home, keep them happy, and marry some middle class suburbanite who couldn't make a decent living, or take advantage of a once-in-a-lifetime offer. And she wasn't the least bit sorry for her decision.
Now she stood before the fat man who had brought her to the Morris Training School. The overweight Morris had just finished a shower and had a white terrycloth robe around his corpulent body. His black hair was neatly combed, and she could smell the strong cologne he'd used after shaving.
"Are you afraid of me?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"No," she replied honestly. "In fact, I've been looking forward to this meeting ever since Sharon came back to our room and first told us about you."
"Really. I feel flattered."
He was talking to her as one would address an adult and not a seventeen year old girl. She realized that, and she was the one who felt flattered. He was accepting her on a mature level. It made her feel that much more confident of herself.
"You're an unusual woman, Barbara," he told her. "You and Sharon will probably be graduated from here long before the others. She's been catching onto everything quickly, just as you've been learning swiftly. I think you'll be as apt a sexual pupil as you've been a student in all your other subjects."
"Mother always used to warn me it would hurt the first time if I didn't do it with someone I loved."
"It will hurt the first time no matter how much you love the man. It's just that love makes you overlook unimportant things like pain. I won't pretend there won't be some pain. But it will pass soon enough."
"Both Sharon and Marjorie told me to trust you. But I didn't need them to tell me that. I trusted you the moment I asked you to bring me along."
"Come," he said, holding his arms out to her, and she went to him.
He enfolded her close to him and lowering his head, gently kissed her mouth. It was a closed mouth kiss, and he could feel her lips trembling.
"Relax," he murmured, sitting with her on the bed. "Be calm, and don't worry. It'll take a little while before any pain is induced, and when it does come, it will pass so quickly you'll never even realize any existed."
Ever so gently he tugged the bottom half of her gym tights off, removing them as if he were unveiling an art treasure. Barbara was a slender girl and looked even younger than her seventeen years. Her limbs were beautiful, sculptured masterpieces, superbly shaped without any loose flesh or excess fat.
"You are lovely," he sighed, allowing his fingers to lightly touch her loins.
Barbara jumped at the touch of his fingertips, but then felt a curious warmth starting to develop in the moist cleft between her thighs. She decided she liked it.
His mouth came down on hers again, still kissing her softly, but this time open so his tongue-tip could run across her lips. She shuddered as new, unknown thrills coursed through her body. Then he eased her into a supine position, his lips still planted on hers. His palm gently rubbed her flat belly, tickling her dimpled navel, then running down to her thighs. Her natural instinct was to tighten her thighs, but she fought it and forced them to open, forming a delectable V.
Morris's mouth moved below the upper half of her tights and began kissing the top of her right thigh. The touch of his lips was electric, and another shudder coursed through her. She took a deep breath and relaxed as his lips, moist and hot, moved ticklingly up and down the white, smooth column of her flesh, kissing and even biting a little, though only enough to arouse her all the more. He kissed even lower, going down to her ankle before returning up the other leg, making her shiver with thrilling delight. The man was driving her mad with a feeling heretofore unknown. Unadulterated bliss swelled from her creaming center, swelling into her first climax, a miniscule one, but to her a glorious feeling nevertheless since she'd never before experienced anything like it. Pure sensuousness inundated her, and she sighed, sucking her belly in again and again.
And then his face was flat against her leaking vagina and she murmured an uncontrollable "Oh!" He pushed his face against her moist labia a bit harder, rubbing it up and down, in effect massaging the tender membranes behind her outer labia. His lips brushed her newly-aroused clit, and she felt a bolt of pure lightning blast through her, cleaving her from head to foot.
His tongue pressed into the sweetness of her virgin muff, licking slowly, making her churn with excitement, wanting him to do even more. She wanted to explode, and of her own volition, without being told, removed the upper part of her tights, revealing the firm, solid cones of her breasts.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed as his tongue licked her moist split from top to bottom. His wicked tongue lunged and licked, finally thrusting into her hot, burning hole. Uncontrollably she lifted her hips to greet his knifing oral digit, thrilling to the way it seemed to touch every part of her, inside, rubbing in and out, rapidly.
Then his tongue moved up to her throbbing clitoris and bathed it again and again, making it swell even more. He muffed her as if the clit were a vaginal nipple from which he was drawing sustenance sucking it thirstily, strongly, unendingly. Then he lapped the inner part of her outer labia, sucking the juiciness clinging to her vaginal walls. Then the tongue came out and pressed hard against the stiff clit, rubbing it unmercifully until a second minor orgasm overtook her, thrilling her even more.
He lifted his face and with his hands rolled her over onto her belly. His hands rubbed her curving hips while his teeth chewed on her firm buttocks, making her squirm and writhe. Her asscheeks tightened as he lapped across both firm, ovid globes, feeling the goosepimples rise to greet his tongue. He continued kissing her buttocks until they relaxed, then slowly let his probing tongue slither between them to taste her warm, clean asshole. She shouted as if a white-hot needle had been driven into her rectum and tightened her cheeks, temporarily imprisoning his tongue. But a moment later she relaxed, allowing his tongue to freely roam across the rosebud of her anus. As he licked he let his palm rub across her labia thrusting his fingers deep into her frothing pussy, touching the hymeneal barrier as his thumb pressed her clitoris.
His lips traveled up, away from her buttocks. He was licking her spine and rubbing his lips on her back, making her quiver with a thousand pleasures. Eventually his lips tickled her nape, then his teeth lightly bit her earlobe before he stabbed his tongue deep into her ear, causing a third orgasm to overtake her.
Once again raising his mouth from her body, he flipped her over one more time and slid back down until he could bury his face deeply into her foaming nest. He wanted her to experience a strong climax and understand just what pleasures truly waited for her after he rid her of her obstruction.
His lips glued themselves to her strumming clitoris and his tongue washed back and forth across it. It was blood-swollen, fully enlarged, like a velvety button being softly stroked by gauze. Her tight, slender thighs wrapped themselves around his head without her realizing it. Her hands pushed on his head, forcing his face deeper and deeper into her feminine mystique as she rolled and moaned. A furnace seemed to engulf her as his flat tongue worked across her throbbing nubbin again and again, taking a little time to plunge into her fiery center in between.
Her hands actually beat on his skull as her thighs tightened, doing their best to crush his head between them. Still his mouth lapped strongly, and she screamed, completely out of control as the orgasm completely washed over her, leaving her as limp as a wrung-out dishrag.
Finally she began to relax, letting her thighs part and taking her hands off his head.
"I think," she said, "I'm going to be one of those girls who is going to be very sorry to leave here. I doubt if I'll ever find another man to do things to me the way you do."
"When you leave here," he told her, "you'll be so experienced, you'll be able to teach any man to do what I do. In your case I'm going to do something I rarely do. Instead of merely letting you select one of our many applicants, I'm going to advise you. You deserve the best, just as he'll deserve our best and that's you."
He let her relax for a few minutes, talking to her, keeping her at ease. Then he rose to his feet and removed his robe. He looked at her eyes carefully as he undressed and noticed the sight of his huge stomach in no way offended her. Her eyes surveyed the half hard penis depending from the black bush on his pelvis, and she said. "What you just did for me is something I can slso do for you, isn't it?"
"I knew I was right about you," he nodded, sitting on the bed, staring at her soft brown aureolae, noting her nipples were still distended. He could see the thought of performing fellatio aroused her.
For some reason she couldn't fathom, Barbara had a strong urge to suck on his male extension. Perhaps it was because she realized how much he had enjoyed eating her, and rationalized she might get just as much of a charge out of doing it to him.
"What's the best position?" she asked.
"The one most comfortable for you will be the best one for me, because you'll be able to continue that way for a long time."
Stretching her body out at a ninety degree angle to his, she lay with her head resting on his belly, staring at the fat wand. Her long black hair splayed itself across his stomach, tickling him and arousing him. With her hand she reached out and began touching his organ. It was the first time in her life she'd ever felt a penis, and though she'd never read any books on the subject of sex, she decided to follow her natural instincts. She gripped it tightly then let her mouth come near it. She hesitated for one brief moment, parted her lips, and let the throbbing glans rub lightly against them. A short time passed as she blew warm breath all over it, feeling it slowly get harder, and then she took the smooth, rubbery, lavender knob between her lips and tightened them around it, while rubbing her tongue against the coronal ridge.
Inhaling through her nose, she took a deep breath and forced the full length of it all the way into her mouth, letting it slide along her tongue. She had a narrow mouth and for a moment was afraid the thickness of the member might choke her. But when she felt the spongy tip touch the back of her throat while her lips were encircling his base, she realized she had nothing to fear.
Now she began rubbing with her tongue, lapping strongly and feeling it complete its growth as it finished hardening.
Amazing, she thought. Wasn't Nature wonderful. It was almost miraculous to see a soft, flabby length of human hose suddenly become a solid, rigid, unyielding, meaty horn, and all because she had applied a little lip and tongue pressure.
A funny taste touched the back of her tongue and she realized it was some kind of liquid oozing from his penis. She was really reaching him, all right.
Pulling her head back, she tasted the smooth roundness of the flesh helmet in her mouth, feeling more of the fluid seep out. Then she pulled it from her mouth, gripping it tightly in one fist as if she'd done this sort of thing all her life, and began licking the solid shaft all over. Raising her head, she even licked his scrotum, and just barely suppressed an urge to bite his balls. His hand was rubbing the back of her neck, and every now and again she felt his fingers tighten, and she knew she'd touched an extra-sensitive spot.
"I thought I was going to teach you," he muttered, "but you seem to know better than most what needs to be done."
She raised her head, tears in her eyes and said, "This is the first time I've ever done anything like this. Honestly."
"I believe you," he told her, thrusting her head back down again. "It's just that you were born with a natural aptitude for it."
Her tongue wrapped itself around his tip, washing it, licking it, sipping the fluid coming from it. Her teeth bit lightly on his solid rod, making him quiver with excitement, until he finally said, "That's enough, Barbara, or I'll come, and we don't want me to come just yet."
"I was just curious what it tasted like," she told him.
"You'll have plenty of time to find out," he assured her. "But this first time we have to keep me rock-hard so I can rupture that cherry inside you."
She loved it. She loved the way he'd kissed her teeming pussy, and she'd loved the way she'd all but swallowed his solid cock.
"I think we'll let you destroy your own virginity," he told her, lying back. "You just straddle my phallus, poke it between your labia, then sit down, hard and fast. It'll hurt, but it'll be over with quickly that way, and we can settle down to making you fully enjoy everything.
Okay?"
With one knee on either side of his corpulent body, keeping her back upright and ramrod stiff, she lowered herself until his solid cock was all but penetrating her lightly oiled interior.
"Hard and fast," he told her.
She took a deep breath and forced herself down as fast as she could, grimacing with pain. She was tight, and it was all but impossible for her to sink down as fast as he'd hoped. Her oiled pussy took a firm grip on his intruding cock and tightly held onto it as she forced herself to continue sliding down.
Down she went, feeling it touch her hymen. Still she continued forcing her body lower until she felt an agony sear through her as the battering ram rent her maidenhead asunder. More tears fell as she wept silently but unashamedly. Her body was shuddering with the hot pain she felt, and she shook again and again, afraid to move.
"Come on," he urged. "The worst is over. From now on it'll all be good. But start moving quickly so you'll be able to experience enough pleasure to overpower the hurt you now feel."
He held his arms up to her and she gripped his wrists tightly, letting him grip hers. Then she began to slowly lift herself, still shuddering and frightened. He watched her firm breasts shimmy and bobble, enjoying the sight of them as she rose until only his phallic tip was inside. Then she came down hard, squealing as his hardness rubbed against the soreness inside. Before he could urge her on, she rose again and slammed down again. She kept on repeating the action, tears still making her eyes glisten. Over and over she rose and fell, feeling his solid cock penetrate deeper and deeper into her taut body. And now the pain was slowly washing away.
Leaning forward, she threw herself on him, crushing her round, full tits against his chest, while pressing his large belly down into the mattress. She clung to him, kissing him hard, savoring the feel of his tongue as it continued roaming through her mouth. Her own tongue met his and twisted around it, pulling and tugging.
Now her hips were grinding strongly. The pain was fading, going further and further away, and his own loins began a strong, heavy, upward thrusting. He moved deeper into her, then came a good part of the way out before moving into her again. His solid instrument was punching deep, driving all the way up into her belly, making her feel better and better all the time.
His left hand reached out for her buttocks, and when he found them he moved his fingers between her cheeks, parting the crevice, rubbing until his forefinger found her puckering asshole. He rubbed it again and again, feeling her breathing becoming more hurried as she speeded up her thrusting against him.
Little by little the sphincter yielded to his insistent pressure, and its rubbery ring Finally parted to admit his probing fingertip. She gasped, her mouth still pressed to his as he pushed his finger into her, making her speed up the beat of her plunging labia. She was beginning to wildly thrust her loins against his thighs. Each thrust of his finger in her rectum forced her tight snatch all the way down, driving his fierce cock as far up into her as it would go. She was weeping again, but this time it was with happiness, knowing something good was about to occur.
And then she suddenly tensed, her sphincter tightly holding his finger as her sweet snatch gripped his throbbing cock. Her pubis slammed down hard against his and she kept it there as her arms seemed to surround his enormity and squeeze.
Barbara's entire sense of being was now concentrated in her sucking pussy. His finger, pressed deep into her anus, rubbed against certain nerves connected to her steaming cunt. Her thighs tried to clutch his hips and her vaginal lips tightly surrounded his inthrust member as if prepared to tear it out by the root.
She was coming now, feeling it hit her as if someone were dropping the Rock of Gibralter on her. And he, to enhance her orgasm, kept trying to move inside her.
When it was over for her she simply lay on top of him, feeling so good she completely forgot about the pain she'd endured to achieve such a satisfactory orgasm.
He allowed her to relax again, intensely excited at the feel of her inner cuntwalls contracting around his lancing prong. He knew she wouldn't be able to come again, but he was determined to come. After a few minutes, he gripped both her asscheeks tightly and began moving himself in and out of her at fantastic speed, building up to his own completion. When he finally came, his sperm hosed her inner chamber thoroughly, making her sigh, happy he was able to attain his own completion.
Sex became like a narcotic to Barbara. She lived for those days she could go to Morris's private bedroom and learn more and different techniques. Morris gave her books to read, and soon she was experimenting with various positions, discovering the more she pleased him, the more she pleased herself. Where most females have to actually learn how to achieve orgasmic satisfaction Barbara came by it as naturally. The least touch in the right place started her climaxing, and she had a series of a half dozen or more at a time.
The five days of the month she was "indisposed" were pure hell for her. Having discovered the total joy of sexual fulfillment she wanted to enjoy herself as often as possible. And it was for this reason Morris let her fuck with some of the other male instructors there, wanting her to get used to more than one man so she could learn to please any man.
Like all the other girls there she had contraceptive pills added to her food so there was no chance that any of them could become pregant. The pills were ground up and mixed in with some spicy dish or other. And since the portions of the food were specifically measured out for each girl, the proper amount of contraception was also fed to each girl.
Barbara was an A student in all her subjects, and Morris knew she would remain with the school less than a year. All he had to teach she was learning at an alarmingly fast rate.
It was a pity the really good students, the most enjoyable ones, the most responsive ones, were always there the shortest time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At first, Melanie Lawrence felt she was a little more sophisticated than the others. But with the passage of the weeks she began to wonder. She was doing well in almost all her classes, yet Morris had not yet called her to his bedroom. In fact, she, Adriana, and Marjorie were consistently visiting the staff psychoanalyst twice a week.
And then, nine weeks after her arrival, she finally received the word to go to Morris's private bedroom. Like all the other girls under his observation she knew the way even if she had never been there before. It was right next to the office where he'd indoctrinated her along with all the other girls.
Making sure her hair was combed, she went into the bedroom wearing her bathrobe and nothing else. Marjorie had warned her of how Morris had torn off her halter and shorts when she'd gone to him.
"Melanie," he smiled, when she came in. "I'm happy you're so prompt. I've been looking at your progress reports and I'm very pleased. The psychoanalyst tells me you've mentally conquered your fear of sex. Not that I blame you for being afraid after what happened to you, but it does show you have a good, healthy mind. I think the time has come for you to prove you're physically able to handle a man without being afraid."
"Well sure," she nodded, smiling.
"Once you've proven it to my satisfaction, we can go into sex's finer niceties and show you how to completely satisfy yourself while totally pleasing a man."
"Okay," she nodded, trying to be flippant and nonchalant. "You tell me what to do, and I'll do it."
"Let's pretend you're a massage parlor girl and I'm a customer. I want you to do all the work. You see, if you can function without fear or disgust, the analyst will be right, and you'll definitely be on your way to becoming a superb sex student. The idea is for you to work on me while at the same time working on yourself. It's vitally important you achieve some sort of orgasm, and if I'm the aggressor I think it might frighten you a little. Even if you don't shrink from me in terror, you'll still be too afraid to really enjoy yourself, and after all, isn't enjoying oneself what sex is all about?"
He was wearing a shirt and slacks that day, and he removed them slowly, giving her a chance to see his corpulent body and get used to it. Melanie took a deep breath, removed her robe, and getting into the spirit of it, said, "Please lie down," motioning to the bed.
Morris purposely let his eyes linger on her body for a moment before complying. He wanted to see her reaction to the way a'man stared at her lovely torso. She was lean and lithe, with young breasts still developing, though they were already nice-sized. Then his eyes fell to the dark mat between her loins and he purposely pretended to drool while gazing at the smooth, beautiful flare of both hips.
"Just do as I say," she went on, carrying on with the game, "and you'll enjoy yourself."
"Suits me," he agreed, lying down. "You have a lovely body," he went on, staring at the fullness of her globular asscheeks when she turned and bent down to pick up her robe.
"A body doesn't mean much," she told him, a quaver in her voice, "unless it's properly used."
"And you know how to use yours?" he asked, smiling to himself, carrying on with the game.
"I'm going to start by massaging your shoulders," she told him, purposely ignoring his question.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and with her long, delicate fingers, reached for his shoulders. The moment her fingers touched him, Morris experienced a tingle. Yes, she was going to make a great love mate for some lucky man. Her fingers were extremely light, even if not too sure of themselves, yet.
Static seemed to run from her fingertips into his body, making him quiver and wriggle as her hands lightly rubbed his chest. Her palms made circular motions against his tiny nipples and he realized how naturally talented she was. She caressed his arms, making him feel as if liquid flame was running through his veins. And finally, she knelt and pressed her soft, tender lips to his. Her flicking tongue forced his mouth to open and her tongue plunged deeply into his mouth. He thought his whole body would explode like an incendiary bomb.
"Y ... you like me, d ... don't you?" she asked, nibbling on his earlobe, her voice still a little shaky, but gaining confidence.
She was nturally good. He hadn't expected her to be this good. When her teeth sank into his earlobe he thought a blast furnace would erupt through him.
"I like you a lot," he told her, squirming some more. "But a man can only take so much treatment like this, and then...."
"Well, let's stop wasting time," she said, smiling, and the quaver in her voice was gone. "Let's fully enjoy ourselves."
She lay beside him and said, "I want you on top. I think we'll both like it better that way."
He rose and hovered over her, his corpulence a huge zeppelin of flesh hanging over her. His eyes took in her stunningly beautiful face. Of the five girls, she was the loveliest. Her short, dark hair was fanned around her head, contrasting itself against the whiteness of his pillow. Then she spread her white, slender thighs, exposing the brown fuzz growing there above the vertical smile of her labia.
"Come on," she urged, breathing a little harder, though he realized it wasn't from fear any longer. "I want you to do it."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to fuck me," she answered, openly and frankly. "I want you to take that hard, thick cock of yours and push it all the way into me."
And though she didn't realize it at the time, Melanie meant it. Where the twenty fraternity men using her body would have been a traumatic experience to anyone else, once Melanie recovered from the shock, she realized she had actually enjoyed part of the experience. At the beginning it had seemed like something out of a horror movie, but as the boys continued using her cunt she had begun to feel nice things. And finally, while she'd been sucking on one penis while squatting on a second one, with yet a third poking into her ass, she'd achieved her first orgasm. It wasn't a staggering, overpowering sensation, but it was a nice feeling and it made what she was doing at the time seem less unpleasant. A second orgasm had followed before the penis in her cunt was finished, and it was as good as the first. She had had a whole string of small orgasms, and though the overpowering fright had prevented her from thinking about the good feeling inside her, as the days passed and the fear receded, she remembered more and more about the feelings she'd enjoyed.
Morris was between her pillarly thighs, his fat, burning prick pressing against the entrance to her tight little pussy. It was still tight despite the constant usage it had received that night. But the warm, slick vaginal walls had been stretched just enough so when his solid dong began sliding into her, the pain she'd anticipated wasn't there.
It sank in so easily that Morris plunged its full length into her steaming, moist, dark hole. He was almost unable to control his movement as his hips thrust relentlessly and his throbbing truncheon pounded away inside her. Lord, but it was as if his bottom half was no longer controlled by his brain, but had a will of its own, like some kind of monstrous fucking machine. He continued thundering into her hot, clasping pussy as" her long, sensitive fingers continued stroking his body.
Things weren't going at all as he had pictured they might. She had taken the initiative with absolutely no fear whatsoever, and was actually enjoying herself, sighing and gasping as his meaty dork plunged in again and again. As if to balance himself, he leaned forward and surrounded each of her firm, budding tits with the palms of his hands.
He fucked her wildly, for some reason almost completely overcome with a savage, irrational lust. For the first time since he'd had a girl at the school, Morris realized his animal instincts were trying to take control of him. His fingers were now squeezing the solid, pink nipples, their brown tinge disappearing as she became more and more excited. And he was rhythmically slamming his swollen prong deep into her fiery snatch with demonic fury.
"Oh yes," she all but shouted, letting him know his hard thrusts were reaching her.
She bounced her body in time to his attacking lunges. Her firm, soft white flesh shuddered and rippled in cadence to the hammering she was receiving. He withdrew his rampant schlong out to its bulbous head, then hurled it barbarically forward until his swinging balls slammed with bloated heaviness against the tightly closed split between her asscheeks. The sensation of the jabs of his thrusting cock drove her into a state of wild ecstasy. His knowledge of how to make his lunging prod touch all her sensitive areas inside drove her wild with insane rapture.
"Hey!" she cried out, her ass bouncing off the bed like a basketball being dribbled down court. "This is terrific. I never thought it'd be this good. Wow!"
"I don't know what it is about you," he told her, panting as he slammed his body into hers, "but you've made me lose my ... control. I can't ... ugh ... pace myself. I hope you're ready to ... wow ... climax ... because I'm ... very close...."
"Don't worry about ... me," she said to him. "You must know a ... thousand different ways to make me come. If you feel like shooting ... ahhhh ... go ahead."
Her voice was rasping as she seemed to be reaching for air, still bouncing along with him, completely overwhelmed by, and enjoying his continued inthrusts. She, too, felt something surging inside of her.
His hard cock was tingling as if plugged into an electric socket rather than her sweet, soft, elastic pussy. His testicles were seething, heavy as if filled with hot, liquid wax. Yes, he was going to shoot. There was no way he could control it. There was something special about this girl to make him lose his muscular grip on himself. He could feel it coming. Any moment now, and he'd be unloading a gallon of burning spunk into her deep, crushing, squeezing, cock-devouring quim. And her wanting him to do so let him know she would be a fantastic Morris Girl.
His mind was agog, surprised her response was so favorable. Ignoring everything but the passion building in him, he bucked even harder, ramming his solid plunger into her with even greater effort, crushing his sweaty pelvis against her slippery twat with mad ferocity.
Huge drops of perspiration formed and fell from his face onto her shining torso. His lungs felt as if they were inhaling pure lava as both eyes locked onto her lithe, firm body, noting how she was equally adamant in matching his strokes. She was ramming her slurping cunt up to meet his downplunging cock, thrilling to the way her wetness held his piston with the sure softness of a velvet glove.
Yes, his cock swelled even more as it grew heavy with seed, the white liquid boiling up swiftly now. And then it was there, geysering out of his solid flesh wand, a milky, searing lava rushing into her feminine cave as she continued wriggling under him in the utmost pleasure.
"I want it," she pleaded, feeling it inundate her womanly interior. "Oh yes, I want it as I've never wanted anything before in my life. I want it all. I'll always want it all."
"You've got it," he grunted, almost choking as he sank the complete, extended length of his fuck stick into her widely stretched pussy. His heavy body was jerking spasmodically as he fired rivers of flaming, gooey liquid into her fuming cunt. His mouth was wide open, gasping for air as his fingers clawed at her firm, pearshaped tits, tweaking her enlarged nipples, pulling and even pinching them.
Beneath his constant attack, Melanie thrilled to the feeling of the exquisite gushes of his burning, milk-white seed as it splashed into the complex, lascivious machinery of her pumping vagina. It surged through her body with the force of a powerful tornado. And like a mad cyclone it whirled burningly into her sucking belly, nuclear energy gone amok.
The overpowering thrill set off her own climax, and she simpered like a weeping baby as the powerful inundations of burning satisfaction overpowered her. More and more was being pumped into her flaming cunt, filling it to overflowing. The burning spunk was seeping out of her tight box, running down the crevices of her widespread cheeks, seeping into the crack between them.
Finally he withdrew his shriveling worm of a penis from within her sweet, clutching confines, bringing it out with a soft "pop." She felt a caressing weft of cool wind rush into, and soothe the now uncocked emptiness of her lusting cunt.
Instinctively she was aware he would need more of her, because she knew she needed more of him. How different he felt from all those others. Many of them had owned large cocks. Many had owned thicker ones. Yet none had known how to use their cocks as well as this man was able to employ his. The one final orgasm she'd just had with him was a hundred times better than all those other little ones put together.
He liked her, she knew that. Oh he liked all the other girls too, she was more than a little certain. But he liked her more. She knew. She could feel it, because for some unaccountable reason she felt strongly attracted to him, despite being less than half his age.
The others had forced her to taste them. Now she wanted to taste him.
With her hands she made him lie back while she caressed his belly, feeling his chest heave up and down as he tried catching his breath. Before he had any inkling of what she had in mind, she bent her head over his limp wang, pulling it licentiously into her hot mouth, sucking strongly and thrilling to the way it immediately began swelling. Her tongue rubbed strongly, a lesson she had been taught forcefully by the fraternity brothers, surprising him, letting him know this was one thing she'd learned how to do without his teaching her. Her lascivious lips tightened as they moved up and down the hardening fleshpole while her tongue traced lines along its underside. Then she pulled her mouth up and began licking furiously, covering the surface of his now-solid maypole. With the point of her tongue she feverishly probed into the tiny, dripping slit in the center of his circumcised cock head.
He arched his back, feeling his steel-like poker plunge deep into her hot, hungering mouth, his curly, black pubic hair rubbing against her sensitively beautiful face. He was unable to contain his continued amazement at how good she was at fellating. His heavy balls were already tingling.
She savored the taste of the rigid prong strongly ploughing into her mouth as it tautened in trembling, jerking movements, making her fingers dig into the covers beneath him. A shudder of delightfully erotic anticipation raced through her wildly as his matted pubis continued rubbing against her face. He was trying to jam his brazen staff down her throat, and she was eager for him to do it.
The long, wiry hairs covering his tightening scrotum tickled her chin and throat, reminding her of the existence of the sperm factories inside the elastic scrotum. With her hands she began caressing the two delicate masculine stones as they rolled around in their skin pouch. Her palm could feel them pulse as it rubbed its way across them, and the heat from her hands only made them tighten more.
"Lord," he moaned, thrilling to the way her tingling lips ran across the unbending solidity of his solid cock. "You are one marvelous woman. Just don't stop now, I can feel it building...."
His blazing staff pulsated again, and she found her mouth filling with the heavy jets of hot, thick, gummy liquid. It raged down her gullet, a burning tide of fiery lava. She sought to cool the burning breath in her lungs as she drank his white spunk with a strong thirst, draining great, heavy streams of it as it continued shooting from his pushing cock, driven to the very depths of her frenetically-squeezing esophagus. Frantically she squeezed his balls, wanting to pump every last wanton drop from his throbbing cock.
She nursed hungrily, draining the shriveling phallus until it slipped from her come-filled throat. To her, his seed had a delightful flavor and she wanted more and more. And when she saw he was empty, she licked the few drops she'd spilled on his crotch, and finally used her tongue to clean her sperm-coated lips as well as lapping a stray spot against the corner of her mouth.
To Morris, she was utterly superb. He'd never known a girl quite like her. He simply lay there, resting, sated, too happy to wonder about giving her further lessons, as if she needed them. But Melanie was not yet finished.
She had felt a penis enter three places, and in fact had all three of her holes stopped up at once. A lesser girl would have experienced a deep trauma, or perhaps have gone completely bananas. Melanie had been stoic enough to accept what had happened at the time, though the shock afterward had made her behave crazily. Had she retained her cool all the way through, she would never have met Morris. Now Morris's cock had stuffed her cunt and filled her mouth. She wanted the feel of it plugging her ass.
Her tingling fingers expertly rubbed his swelling pecker until once more, it had attained its full, solid length. She titillated the underside with her nails while lightly caressing the glans with her other palm.
She stopped, and Morris opened his eyes. He saw she was on her knees on the bed, facing away from him, pointing her round, luscious ass in his direction. He knew what she wanted without her having to say a word. It was no longer a question of teaching her anything. He would eventually refine her techniques, and give her new ones to master, but in that one night where she'd handled the entire fraternity she had learned more than most women pick up in a lifetime. And now, he luscious mounds were waving from side-to-side inviting his prong to probe between them.
There was no doubt she was an exceptional woman. He rarely came more than twice in any one day, and here he was about to go a third time, hav ng already unloaded heavy gobs of sperm each time before.
Without a sound, he forced himself up on his knees, then moved behind the two cream-colored orbs of her lovely buttocks. With great care he used his thumbs to part the soft melon shapes and placed his rampant cock against her sweet, puckered asshole. Grabbing her by her hips, he hauled backward as he pressed his swollen prong against the rosebud shape of her anal cavity. And surprisingly, without any lubricant other than the natural oil seeping from his cock head, his iron-hard shaft began parting the tight rubbery ring and pushing into the soft, clutching tightness of her rectum. He could feel her sphincter squeeze tightly around his obtruding cock.
He heard her grunt as she licked her sperm-moistened lips, forcing her rectal muscles to relax as she backed herself against his inrushing dong. He was in Paradise, never before having known an asshole to grip his cock so tenderly yet so firmly and insistently. His steaming, rigid phallus was now buried deeply in her tight, suctioning asshole. Her thighs spread a little wider, also forcing her knees farther apart so she could all the more easily accept his plunging pylon. He loved the way she rammed the twin moons of her ass back against him, rubbing his belly and making her asshole more accessible to his cock. And now that it was in all the way, it began reaming back and forth, strongly.
Even in her ass his cock felt better than all those others. It was superior to the thin skinny ones as well as the fat, long, hard ones. The way he fucked her asshole was magnificent, and with each battering stroke she felt the delightful rubbing of his sperm-building nuts as they slapped hard against the sensitive cleft of her wide-open, empty pussy as the wiry hair surrounding the base of his stiff, horny cock delectably rubbed against the tender inner edges of her asscheeks.
Lowering the upper half of her superb body until her perfectly-molded tits pressed lightly into the mattress, she sighed contentedly. The almost coarse material beneath her erotically massaged her vibrant, erect nipples. She hummed in orgiastic ecstasy as she felt his delving phallus sink its full length again and again into her tight, clutching asshole. Its smooth, round knob was attempting to drive its way into her colon as it probed the full depth of her ass canal. His thrusting stick made her feel almost humble, loving the way it continued fucking deeply into her sodomic chamber.
The fraternity brothers had used her with casual indifference, laughing all the while, not particularly caring whether or not she received any pleasure from what they were doing as long as they did. Her few, pitiful climaxes had in no way been sensed by any of them, nor did they really care. But this man's sensing probe seemed to know everything about her internal being. He wanted her to enjoy him as much as he was enjoying her, and she was. She was enjoying him more than any man she'd ever enjoy again, because he was the first man to get into her who really cared. He was concerned for her, and not just sexually. He liked her as an individual. He hadn't forced her or even ordered her to do anything. He had wanted to teach her, and in a way he was teaching her more than any other man might hope to teach. He was teaching even more than he knew. He was teaching her the importance of caring, though the way he cared for her wasn't the impersonal almost-fatherly attitude he'd displayed toward the other girls. This time it was personal, and she knew it, because it had become personal with her, too. Everything about him seemed so extra-special. He tasted unbelievably good, and when he'd come in her mouth before she hadn't been able to get nearly enough of his sperm, making her sorry she'd let him unload his first wad inside her steaming pussy.
And then she felt something building in the nerves of her tight ass. Yes, it was a definitely pleasant sensation, and nothing like the last time, when her ass had been gangfucked.
I'm going to come, she thought. I'm going to have an anal orgasm.
Trumpets rang in her ears and sparks of bright light exploded in her head as her orgasm swelled inside her ass. She could feel him tensing behind her, as if he, too, were ready. Yes, he was. She heard him grunt as-his leaden cock twitched inside her, pumping what little gism was left into her squeezing asshole. It splashed deep into her, adding to the sensation she was already receiving.
Then he unplugged and she crawled up next to him.
It was dark out when Melanie returned to her room. She felt more than a little muddled. She didn't want to become emotionally involved with anyone at this early time in her life, yet she knew she was. She liked him, dammit! She liked him too much. What was more, he liked her. She knew it, even if he wouldn't say anything.
How could she continue this way? How could she go through the training course, then one day, select a man from hundreds and say, "This is the one I'm willing to give my body to the rest of my life."
She had found the man she wanted to have her body. She had loved every little thing she'd done with him, actually taking the initiative. She hadn't expected to be so forward, and had surprised herself as much as she'd astonished him.
The training school was his life. There was no reason to suppose he would change his way of living to suit her. But then, why bother? Why not let him go on the way he'd been going. She'd be content to have him on those days he didn't "train." One session with him would be better than a hundred sessions with any other man. Hell! Touching and being touched by any other man would be a nightmare after the wonder of him.
Even now she could feel a wetness between her thighs. Just thinking of him made her all hot and bothered.
When the other girls crowded around her to ask questions, they saw she was off in a dream world all her own. That was answer enough for them.
CHAPTER NINE
Of the five girls Morris had brought more recently to the training school, Adriana Frisch was the most terrified. After having been forcibly raped, her parents had refused to believe her, thinking she had enticed her attackers into laying hands on her. It was both, a mental and physical shock. She knew if a man touched her she'd scream her head off.
Four months passed, and though the other four girls went to Morris's bedroom on a regular basis, Adriana had not been called. Unlike Melanie, she felt no sense of neglect, and was grateful.
It was almost the beginning of March when she finally got the "call." And she began shivering from top to bottom. Had her period not ended four days earlier, she would surely have gotten it prematurely.
She entered his bedroom, shutting the door behind her, and leaned against it. He was there, sitting at his desk on the other side of the room. Odd how he had a desk in almost every one of his rooms.
"Shall I lock the door?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"Not necessary," he told her, rising. "No one will disturb us, and any time you feel you want to leave, you're free to go."
"I'm frightened," she said softly, going to him and letting him wrap his long arms around her. She felt as if she were in the embrace of a father rather than a lover.
"I know," he nodded, "but it's time to rise above your fear. Not only do you have to conquer it, but you have to learn so you can make a place for yourself in the world."
"But why does it have to be so awful? I mean why must it always have to do with sex? Can't men accept women without thinking of them sexually?"
"No," he answered, truthfully. "Men, like all other male animals, have a constant desire to cohabit. During the mating season, the females of the various species permit it. But they get no real enjoyment from it. Human females enjoy it as much as males, once they get used to it. And I think the time has come for you to get used to it."
Still shaking, she raised her face to him, her warm mouth searching for his. If she had to do it, she'd do it without thinking about it and making it any worse. He could feel the strong shaking of her body as she struggled with the fear already beginning to build inside her, completely overpowering the womanly desires buried deep inside.
She was wearing a halter and shorts, and as they kissed, he unsnapped her halter, feeling her youthful breasts' nipples growing as if against her will. They dug into his shirt, and he quickly pulled it off, letting them rub into his flesh.
His hands slid gently over the delicate shape of her body, reaching down for the buttons holding her shorts closed. He could feel her belly sucking in, still terrified, as his fingers undid the snaps and pushed the shorts down over the hillocks of her rounded ass. His cock was hardening, pressing against his pants and rubbing against her, and she gasped as she felt it throb, ft was eagerly trying to escape through his fly. She let her shorts fall around her ankles and stepped out of them, still shivering. He undid his own pants, and with his underpants let them fall. Stepping out of them, he held her close within the circle of his arms and backed her toward the bed.
Slowly, almost unwillingly, her lips parted, admitting his tongue. Her own tongue remained dormant as she continually trembled. He kissed her over and over, doing his best to still the terror in her strongly-beating heart. Abruptly she broke the kiss off and rested her head on his shoulder, her breath pantingly hot against his bare skin. Both were more than a little aware of the solid, throbbing putz attached to him, angled up and pressing against him.
"Don't hurt me," she whimpered. "Please don't hurt me. I'm so afraid."
Of her own volition she lay back on the bed, her young, smooth body shimmering delightfully. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned toward her, pressing his lips gently to hers, then slowly increasing the pressure until he felt her beginning to actually respond, returning the kiss. Then his hand carefully traveled to her left breast, encasing the small, but firm orb as her nipple dug into his palm.
Then his tongue probed into her mouth again, lightly darting in and out until he felt her own tongue respond. Her fingers moved nervously along his side, moving lower and lower until it touched his throbbing, already moist cock. Her fingers tightened around the throbbing pole, still afraid to clutch too tightly, and after awhile she began rubbing it up and down, but almost tenderly.
His hand slowly moved across her breast, sliding it lower and lower across the plane of her slightly rounded belly, stopping at the newly-growing hedge of tight brown curls. Her thighs jammed shut in instant reflex, but his fingers continued their soft, caressing pressure. He could feel her hand now squeezing his cock urgently, her thighs refusing to yield to his fingers. Yanking her mouth from his, she began softly weeping, saying, "I'm afraid. I'm so afraid."
"Easy," he told her, using his other hand to hold her close, kissing her face, lightly. "Everything's going to be fine. Wait and see."
"Oh God, can't you understand, I'm terrified."
"I understand," he reassured her. "But the time has come for you to conquer your fear. I can help to some small extent, but it's up to you to do the conquering. Now come on, open up."
Slowly, little by little, the tension left her body as she literally forced herself to relax. She strained to keep her firm thighs parted as his palm slid between them rubbing the satiny labia, feeling how dry she was between them. Even so, heat was coming from her inner cunt, and it was of such intensity he thought his palm would actually burn as he caressed and stroked her softly, feeling her slowly relax. And then determination seemed to take hold of her as her lips clamped on his, and her thighs pushed as far apart as possible. Her tongue sank between his lips, now trying to actively tease his.
His long, second finger began rubbing against her clit, and he could feel it growing in spite of her apprehension. Her hips began churning as he continued massaging the hardening nub. He rubbed faster and felt her churn faster, and when he felt she was really beginning to feel some sort of sensation, slowly let the finger slide into her crack. It was moist now, covering her tender outer labia with a sticky slickness. The tip of his finger moved just the least bit lower, touching the entrance to her female orifice. He could feel her tense a little, and then she relaxed. Finally he pushed the finger into her just a little. She tried pulling back at first, then passively permitted the finger to go deeper.
After pushing the finger in about a half inch, he withdrew it, then pushed it in again, moving in and out, in and out, until she caught the rhythm and began humping her body against it, actually anxious for it to now go deeper. Her ass was bouncing on the bed now, unable to control itself. He felt her breath shudder as she continued kissing him, but the shudder was a mixture of passion as well as fear. Her lips were pressing against his with such strength she was pushing them into his teeth.
Then he withdrew his finger and swung his gross body above hers, his heavy, cannon-like cock swinging from side to side. She began shuddering almost instantly, and he said, "All right. We'll have to do it the way I did it with one of the other girls. You no longer have your virginity, so you don't have to worry about pain from a ruptured hymen. I'll lie down, and you'll sink onto it. Do it any way you want, take all the time you want, but push it up into yourself. Okay?"
"Okay," she nodded, glad to be able to control it.
He lay down, his thick cock standing straight up in the air like a huge flesh tower. He was by no means insensitive to what was occurring between them, and her maddening, frustrating slowness in accepting sexual contact was getting to him. He almost felt like raping her, but knew it would only set her back another year or more.
Finally, her knees were on either side of his body, her weeping cunt poised directly over his hard, meaty schlong. The purple, swollen crown of his stiff cock lightly brushed against the insides of her warm, silken thighs. Water was slowly seeping from her crack, and he could feel it drip onto his cock, making him all the more aroused. That pouting, luscious pussy just hovered there as she closed her eyes, praying for the strength to guide herself down onto his throbbing, turgid prong. It was becoming too much.
The girl was crouched above him, her weight on her knees and forearms, feeling the hard piece of male meat as it probed burningly at the fissure between her thighs. Her fear was about to get the better of her, and at any moment she would panic and jump off. More accidentally than anything else, she let herself slip a little lower, feeling the head of his swollen dong rubbing gently against her tender, hair-fringed pussy. She retreated for a moment, more afraid than ever. Finally his hands grabbed the cheeks of her ass and started pulling her down.
"It's going to hurt," she wailed. "It's going to hurt."
"No it won't," he told her, gently. "You've suffered all the pain you'll ever feel. From now on it's all going to be good."
"I ... I'll try," she muttered, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I'll really try."
As if to prove her good faith, she went back to kissing him, pressing her firm, round little tits against his body, even though her ass was still way up in the air. She kept bringing it down, then retreating up. Finally she brought it down and let it rest with the solid knob still rubbing into her leaking crack.
"Promise it won't hurt?" she asked, begging.
"You'll love it," he reassured her, and she let her body down just the littlest bit more. Now his cock head was all but pressing into her.
"It's not aimed quite right," he told her. "Fix it, huh."
She sat back up, then reached behind her and down and grabbed his burgeoning poker. She let it glide back and forth against her sopping slot, getting used to the feel of it, and then place it so it was aimed directly into her with her labia gripping him tightly. Her ass cheeks tightened a bit as she felt the flaring corona Fit between her slick lips.
The pink, flower-like inner labia of her steaming twat began opening very slowly as the fiery, slick head of his wanton prong moved ever-so-slowly upward. Then she suddenly froze, once again ready to panic as her cunt literally squashed his inthrusting knob. Her shuddering became strong and violent, her fingers curling into the flesh of his stomach, her nails cutting into him. Yet, through her near panic, she began feeling an innate sense of thrilling sensualism investing her body with a physical hunger she'd never before realized she had. Agonizing ecstasy kept her balanced on a knife edge of inner emotion, ready to teeter in either direction, pleasure or panic. His smooth, hard knob was already part of the way into her, pressing outward against her clasping labia. Already her inner labia were teasing his slick tip as it was slowly forcing them to part. She was shuddering, so terrified of feeling pain again, ready to leap up at the least bit of unpleasant discomfort, much less any actual sense of being hurt.
And then her inner pussylips swallowed the flaring corona of his flaming staff, feeling it pulsate thrillingly within her, throbbing with a powerful vibrancy, sending overpowering emanations of pleasure into the rest of her body. It felt good. It wasn't really hurting her, and there was another sensation inside. It was one she hadn't felt when the four boys had violently assaulted her. True they hadn't hit or punched her, but the force of their attacks into her then-virgin quim had been as agonizing as they had been unexpected.
Once again her asscheeks tightened, but this time at the thought of how they'd abused her. She involuntarily tightened her cunt muscles as well, and felt his solid meat press her pussylips outward. Her mind snapped back to reality, and though she was still apprehensive, she was no longer afraid. By now she realized she would feel the entire length of his solid poker buried in her clutching cunnus right up to the root. Still she was in no hurry to force it into her, yet.
Leaning forward, she allowed her face to rest on his, her lips pressed lightly against his lips, her tongue barely touching his. His body remained poised and ready, completely unmoving at this point, knowing he would have to wait for her to come to the decision by herself.
Her decision finally reached, she took a deep breath and slowly began rotating her ass, letting her hot little pussy slowly inch its way down along his upthrust peter. It slipped in a little at a time, savoring the sweet containment as her inner chamber became more and more moist. Now she was becoming bolder, sighing a little as the warm, trickling feeling of pleasure began to enlarge within her. He could feel her shudder with bliss as the smooth, solid point of his searing prong massaged her tender vaginal walls.
She suddenly realized she was down as far as she could go. She was literally sitting on his thighs, impaled on his fleshy pike, feeling its full length thrust all the way up into her, and there was no pain at all. The boys had worked on her so savagely, they had widened her cunt hole just enough for his seething cock to fit tightly in without causing her any hurting discomfort.
Slowly she rose, understanding there was as much pleasure in the feel of his pudendum sliding out as it felt good slithering in. She continued rising until she could feel the swollen head tickle the edges of her inner lips, then taking a deep breath, she slammed her body down again, gasping as her narrow cunt, still as tight as a clutching fist, swallowed up his full length again. It was a sort of re-birth, overwhelming her in a flash of intoxicating rapture, her inner self feeling cloven in half and yet molding into a oneness with him. She lay against him panting, her small, nubile breasts flattened against his full body. She was frozen for the moment, her mind swirling with the wonderful feeling of his flaming, thick, full length actually thrilling her.
Sitting up once more, she reached back and again began caressing his heavy balls with a light, uncertain touch. She even felt directly beneath her, letting her fingers press between the sopping lips of her cunt and the very base of his teeming cock, satisfying herself the full length was inside her without actually hurting her. And then she tightened her pussy muscles, surrounding his hard flesh with her womanly softness, thrilling to the way it seemed to tug in different directions inside her.
"Are you satisfied there'll be no more pain?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, nodding.
His hands reached out and took a firm hold on both her hips and pulled her even more tightly down, leaving no space between her buttocks and his thighs. Her body trembled again, but this time it was from rising pleasure and thrilling sensations, and not from any terror. Her fright was already a thing of the past, forgotten as the new, overpowering, lush sensations built by the outward pressure of his forceful cock began rushing through her.
For the third time she fell forward across his body, planting her mouth on his, plunging her burning tongue between his teeth and igniting new and higher flames of lust inside him. Now she found herself unable to get enough of him, wanting his tongue to fill her mouth as his cock was filling her blistering twat.
Lying flat against him, she began rocking her body back and forth, just a little in the beginning, then more later on. Soon her luscious butt was charging back and forth, massaging the squeezingly tight sleeve of her cunt along the solid, broad, hardened staff.
Gasping, her lips ripped away from his, and her head moved up and down, back and forth, her long hair flying every which way as she rammed her now-hungering cunt with greater speed against his hairy pelvis. The pounding prick slammed into her clutching snatch, continuing to build her newfound passion to greater heights. I lis hands were squeezing her hips harder and harder, his fingers seeming to tighten all the more each time she rode all the way back and down on his upthrust pike. Now she was getting accustomed to the feel of it inside her, and gauged her movements so the solid penis stroked almost all the way out before rushing headlong into her bubbling interior once more. The almost-solid ring of muscle formed by her gripping labia crushed his thrusting cock so strongly it nearly hurt. , "I ... thought it would hurt," she wept, but with tears of happiness. "I thought I'd never be able to overcome my fears. It feels so satisfying inside, as if it always belonged there."
Now his hands shifted from her hips to the meaty cheeks of her ass, helping her as she speeded up her thrusting all the more. To her, his hard cock felt so long it seemed to be penetrating right up into her belly.
He felt his own orgasm starting to build, and squeezing her ass all the harder, pressed her more firmly against him in a determined effort to satisfy her before his own climax overpowered him. Now that she was moving the right way, no longer frightened, he was able to relax and fully appreciate the surrounding feel of her young, tight, gurgling cunt.
She was wriggling on top of him, all out of control, and he sensed she was about to attain her own first orgasm. The new feeling created powerful thrills within her as she felt herself swiftly building to the ultimate sensation now. It was more than she could stand, and her frantic buttocks shuddered, bouncing again and again, up and down and around and around. She was moving with continually greater speed, gasping her thrills out, seeing and hearing nothing, aware of the electricity charging through her snatch. Her fingers tore at his flesh as she abruptly stiffened, pressing her hard little body into his until he tought she might go right through him. Her climax blew up inside her causing her sweet, clutching little twat to squeeze tighter and tighter on the twitching solidity of his poking prick as a blaze of sensation flowered inside her body, finally causing his own climax to erupt inside him. Endless spurts of hot cream bathed her womb, flooding her body with its thick milkiness. It covered the spasming walls of her inner chamber from top to bottom, coating the sides, as well. And her gripping labia sucked and nursed on his shooting flail as if the gism bursting forth were necessary to maintain her life.
He went on thrusting into her, even as he softened, firmly squeezing her ass and keeping her in place, preventing himself from slipping out. The girl forced herself to press harder and harder against his body, panting, her body quivering from the power of the climax.
After what seemed like an infinity of time she began relaxing, letting her softness spread all over him as she simply let herself go. And because of the intensity of his own orgasm, he felt his cock finally shrivel to where it could no longer remain inside. It flopped out and fell to his thigh, completely milked of its heavy liquid.
"We could start all over again in a few minutes," he told her, "but it would wipe out the memory of this particular orgasm. Since it was your first, I think it best if it remain in your memory until tomorrow, when we can try again."
"I can hardly wait," she breathed, rolling off and lying beside him on the bed.
"The anticipation will make it all the sweeter then," he assured her. "From now on, no matter what we try, I don't think you'll be afraid."
Late that afternoon, Adriana left Morris's bedroom feeling as if a great weight had been pulled off her back. For the first time in many months she looked forward to the coming day, and the day following that one.
With the passage of weeks, her new-found sexual discoveries made her an even better student in the other subjects. Forgotten was the misery that had originally brought her there. In a way she was even glad it happened. Otherwise she would still be home, under the eagle eyes of her ultra-moralistic parents, both of whom had been willing to believe evil of her rather than of the boys who had attacked her.
She became closer with the girls who shared her room, and eventually became friendly with most of the other girls in the school, as well. When the time came for her to practice her sexual schooling on some of the other male instructors, she proved she was as good as any student there. And though her being raped by four boys had been the cause of her coming to the Morris School, she soon found she was not only capable of handling four males at a time, but of enjoying it utterly and immensely.
Month followed month, and her firm body, already hard and lean from ballet practice, became rounder and more curved as her hips and breasts filled out. And her mind matched her body in maturing. She no longer had to wonder about the measure of her attractiveness. The passage of time had made her sure of herself, and she possessed enough confidence to know she would never have to worry again.
CHAPTER TEN
As Morris had predicted, Barbara Lapin was the first to complete all her courses, including her sexual training. She had all the poise, charm, wit and beauty of a woman of the world, and she was only seventeen years and eleven months when the time came for her to fulfill her destiny.
It was a hot day in July when Morris brought her to a special room. It had the photographs and records of all eligible males who had applied to The Morris School for a female.
"I almost feel like a slave girl," she told him.
"Not at all," he replied. "The school is, in essence, receiving a fee for bringing you together with one of these men. And you, not he, will have the choice. He won't even consider refusing, since Morris Girls are few, and hard to come by. One of our girls once elected to become part of a sheik's harem, and inside of six months he'd gotten rid of all the other girls. Pick any man you want, Barbara."
"I thought you were going to advise me," she said to him.
"You're too regal-looking to settle for a mere millionaire. You were meant to be a queen. And so you shall be. This man," he said, selecting a photograph, "rules a small, but extremely wealthy province. He's young, totally inexperienced in the ways of women, and his mother, the dowager queen applied here for a proper mate for him."
Barbara looked at the picture of a plain, thin young man. He was neither ugly nor handsome, though such considerations were unimportant to her.
"You've been right so far," she told Morris. "I'll accept your judgment. I think I could live very comfortably with him."
As later events would prove, she was extremely happy.
Less than two weeks after Barbara left, Sharon was ushered to the same room by Morris. She examined the various photos and finally settled on a portly, middle-aged chemical manufacturer.
"You're certain?" Morris asked.
"How can one be certain of anything in life?" she asked back. "From what I've read on this page next to his photo, I think he would make an ideal husband."
"He isn't looking for a wife, at present," Morris pointed out.
"None of them are," she laughed. "But if I don't convince him to marry me, I'm not worthy of all the time and effort you spent training me."
"You're one of the few girls I'll really miss, Sharon. You and Barbara were really very special people to me."
"You're more than a little special yourself," she answered. "If it weren't for you, I would either be dead, starving, or simply selling my body to survive, hating every second of it. I have many things for which to thank you, but the most important thing is attitude. That's more important than anything else."
And Morris really did miss her when she left.
Adriana Frisch was the next to leave. She knew what she wanted long before she went to the room with the pictures of the potential millionaires. She wanted a simple, unobtrusive millionaire with lots of money and no notoriety. She selected a thirty five year old manufacturer of machine parts who lived on his own private island.
Marjorie Snyder, for all her outward differences, was, according to the staff psychiatrist, a potential psychotic. She was totally self-centered, and unless she had a domineering husband, she would end up destroying both, the man and herself.
Nevertheless, Morris let her select the man she wanted, but without letting her see names. He had an idea what she wanted, and so gave her biographies, photos, and descriptions, but no names. And she selected the man he was almost certain she would pick. He was the oldest man of the group who, for reasons of his own had recently changed his name when going into retirement.
Marjorie would never realize she had married Severio Gradini until the day following his death, some months later. That was when she would meet her stepson, alias Mitch Gradwin, who had been waiting a long time to find her. And not even Morris could save her from what Gradwin had in mind.
Melanie refused to make any selections. She told Morris she'd rather be considered a financial loss. If he wished to throw her out, he could. But there was no chance that would ever happen. Though Morris would continue "training" other girls, he knew a good thing when he saw it, and Melanie was all his from that time on.