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The Nurse's Sex Ward ....(82k)    by Matt Daniels

CHAPTER ONE

Barbara Collins stepped off the bus in front of the solemn looking buildings and surveyed her surroundings. So this is where she would spend the next six months! Would she be able to get the college work behind her so she could enter her training as a student nurse? She wondered.

Fall had just begun and across the outskirts of the campus, and between the buildings, the leaves of the many oak trees were starting to turn a golden brown, significant of the change in seasons. Picking up her two suitcases, deposited by the bus driver at the curb, she started toward the entrance to the winding driveway, then stopped and put down her suitcases as a car pulled up. Barbara waited to see if it was another student. The door opened and she caught sight of a pair of beautiful bare legs. Whoever the girl was, her mini was up over her hips and she wasn't wearing any panties!

Since it was a low sports car, she couldn't see any faces, but she did see the girl lean as if she were kissing the man at the wheel. As they held the kiss, Barbara saw a masculine hand reach over and work its ways between the girl's bare thighs. She thought the girl would jerk away from the touch. Instead, she spread her thighs apart so the man would have easy access to the dripping pussy now in plain view.

Barbara watched spellbound and the man's finger parted the moist lips and worked its way inside. The bare legs were wiggling and the girl was hunching her hips forward as if she was trying to swallow the finger inside her. But, before anything else happened, Barbara heard the girl say, "Not now, I've got to go." There was a muffled reply, but Barbara couldn't hear it.

The girl slid out and adjusted her skirt, then seeing Barbara, she smiled. The two stood looking at each other for a long moment, as though neither wished to be the first to speak; and then Barbara smiled and extended a hand in greeting, pretending that she hadn't noticed anything in the car.

"Hi. I'm Barbara Collins. I'm registering today for the nursing class."

"Me, too," the other girl replied. "And am I scared!" Her face showed it. "My name's Alicia Grayson," and she shook Barbara's hand warmly.

"Glad to know you," Barbara said. "I guess everybody's pretty scared. There must be a lot of girls registering today."

Alicia nodded and took one of Barbara's suitcases. "I'll help you. It's only a short walk to the admin building." She swung the suitcase to the hand carrying her own one small bag and used the other hand to hook around Barbara's arm: "I hope we can be roommates," she said, as they walked up the driveway toward the ornate building with its sign across the front, Nursing Students Register Here.

The registration was over quickly and Barbara and Alicia were assigned to the same room as they had wished. Their quarters were at one end of the campus, in a one-story building that also contained their classrooms. They found out later it was large enough to accommodate thirty girls, a registered nurse, and something unusual in dormitory regulations, a house father as well as a house mother. The couple were middle-aged and were acting as house-father and mother while they attended classes at the college. The money helped them meet their expenses.

Barbara unpacked and put her clothes neatly in the small closet immediately; while Alicia threw what few things she had brought on the bed and then departed with a "see you later, I'm going to look around for some studs."

Her frankness embarrassed Barbara and she plopped down in the one comfortable chair. Picking up her schedule she glanced over it. Anatomy and physiology, microbiology, nutrition, nursing arts and physical education. The subjects didn't sound too deep, except the last one. Then Barbara grinned at her attempt to joke about it. But, she shuddered at the thought of failing the physical education. After all, she wasn't very athletic.

Now she glanced around the room; did it look as if she would be comfortable? She couldn't answer this question because some of Alicia's things on the bed had scattered over the floor, blown there by a light breeze coming through the open window. Her face sober, Barbara thought, I guess I'll be straightening up for her as well as for myself.

Alicia's frankness about sex upset Barbara. She just wasn't used to talking about it in the open. On the small farm she had been raised on, sex was something that didn't exist. Back when she was a young girl, she and her brother, rest his soul, had experimented as much as any other children had, but that was the limit of her experience.

Her only brother had died, when she was ten, and at that time she decided that she would be a nurse. She had often thought that if medical help had been available her brother might have lived.

It wasn't just a childish whim either; she had been saving every cent she could lay her hands on since that day she had made her decision. In high school she had taken courses that would help her realize her ambitions. Her parents had scraped and saved too, and now, well, here I am, she said to herself. The beginning for me and I'm scared.

She hurried now to get ready for a meeting called soon in the reception room, located in the middle of the dormitory. The class was already seated when she arrived, breathless from running down the hall, but Alicia had held a seat for her near the front of the speaker's platform.

A tall, thin man stood in front of the class, looking about as if he were mentally counting each girl's head as he would cattle in a stockyard. Barbara also noticed that he glanced along the row of bare legs and knees, stopping here and there when a skirt was pulled high up on the thighs. She thought she noticed a lusting look in his sad eyes.

"I'm Mister Barton," he said finally, in a low monotonous voice, "and this is my wife, Mrs. Barton." A woman, even thinner than her husband, and with a sickly pallor to her face stepped forward and bowed stiffly.

A husky cough came from deep within his throat and he began to read the dormitory rules, ending with the admonition that no male guests were permitted beyond the reception room.

"Piss!" was Alicia's low whispered comment. Barbara looked at her in utter shock.

Mister Barton continued to talk for another forty-five minutes and most of the girls dozed off, lulled into sleep by the monotonous droning of the speaker. Barbara and Alicia hurried from the room as soon as he ended the meeting. They rushed outside and Barbara breathed heavily of the fresh air. "It's wonderful outdoors right now, don't you think?"

Alicia took a deep inhale of the air, as though anxious to follow her roommate. "The air's better than that dull bastard," she offered, grinning. "That Barton bastard is sure a rules-and-regulation guy, if there ever was one. And did you see the way he undressed us. Hell, he almost fucked me with his eyes. Course, he probably doesn't get any from that walking invalid he calls his wife." She glanced at her wristwatch. "Gee, it's getting late and I'd better unpack my things or rather put them away," she added. "He said lights out at ten, didn't he?"

Barbara nodded, unable to trust her voice to speak. She had never heard such words as Alicia used. The girl shocked her thoroughly. Perhaps she had better ask for a new roommate, she thought. Yes, that's what she would do the first thing in the morning.

When Barbara returned from showering in the community bathroom the hallway went dark. For a moment it frightened her then she realized that it was ten. Once inside her room her eyes adjusted to the darkness and when she pulled the thin drapes back the moonlight poured in. Now she was able to see quite clearly. The street lights also made things much brighter.

Alicia was stretched out on the bed, completely nude. "You'll catch a cold," Barbara warned, trying desperately not to look too closely at the naked figure.

"I doubt it," came the smooth reply. "I always sleep in the raw. Maybe you should, too. Once you get used to it, you'll love it. Besides it's healthier."

"I wouldn't be able to get used to it," Barbara said. She walked across the room and stood behind the big chair. This would hide her a little. She took off her robe and slipped her night gown over her head and let it drop into position.

After she had hung up her robe, she climbed into her own bed, trying not to look at Alicia's body just a few feet away. God, she had to admit, that girl had a large pair of breasts. The nipples stood erect and almost pointed. The thought embarrassed her and she averted her eyes.

Alicia, not paying any attention to Barbara's embarrassment, or not even being aware of it, said, "I don't know how I can do without a man while I'm here. How about you?"

"Me? Why, uh ... why, I've never thought about it," Barbara stammered, caught off guard.

"I guess," Alicia went on as if she hadn't heard Barbara, "if we get too horny we can always corner old man Barton. The old bastard is sure skinny but I bet he's hung like a stud horse. Most skinny ones are." She had her hands on her stomach now and was caressing herself. "God, I get heated up even thinking about it." She pressed her hands against her belly and then slid them on down to her pubic hair. "You know, Barbara, this is the first night I've slept alone in a long time." One of her hands had slipped between her legs and she was caressing her clit with one finger. It was almost as if she was unaware of it.

Barbara tried not to pay attention. Her face was flushed and burning from the frank words Alicia had been using. She wished the girl would shut up and go to sleep. Maybe, she thought, I should go now and try to get another room, instead of waiting until morning. But, no, she'd have to explain the reason and she just couldn't see herself saying, "I think the girl is sex crazy."

Alicia interrupted her thoughts, "You know I've always wondered what a man would give to do it with two women at once? Have you ever thought about having two men at the same time?" she giggled softly. "How about three men, one woman. You know...a stiff cock for each hole." She sighed deeply.

"Can't you shut up about sex?" Barbara flared out, anger in her voice.

"A prude!" Alicia said with a tinkle of laughter in her voice. "Do you mean to tell me you've never been fucked?"

"If it's any of your business...no!"

"Oh, honey. I've a lot to teach you then."

"I don't want to be taught anything by you." Yet even as she was saying it, Barbara felt a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach. She was verbally denying sex, yet she was stirred by the words Alicia was saying. She was embarrassed when she became aware that the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach had something to do with the girl and her discussion of sex.

Alicia scooted out of her bed and walked across and sat on the edge of Barbara's bed. "Come on, honey," she said to Barbara. "Don't be a prude. A good old-fashioned discussion of sex will help you pass your anatomy course." She lay her hand on Barbara's bare arm, just above her elbow. Slowly she caressed the firm flesh.

Barbara was burning with shame. How could shetell this, this ... sex object, that she didn't wish to discuss the subject with her?

Alicia came back to the subject, "Can't you just see me with three men--one in each hole?"

"Three holes ...?" Barbara couldn't help herself, her curiosity was aroused.

"Yes, one in my mouth, one in my pussy and one in my ass."

Barbara gasped when she thought about a huge male thing stuffed into the dainty anal opening. "You mean, you mean you actually would, uh, like it there?" she asked, unable to keep the amazement out of her voice.

"Honey, it's more than if I would like it. I'd love it!" Alicia shivered and scooted her bare buttocks on the edge of the bed in an odd , way, as if she'd just been penetrated. "Let me tell you ..."

"You mean doing it that way?"

"In my ass? Yeah."

"But," Barbara protested, "a penis is so big!"

Then she blushed again. The words had slipped out. She had intended to cut the conversation off but she felt herself being drawn into it.

Alicia laughed and hiccupped at the same time. "Oh, a prick is big! That's what makes it so thrilling, my darling! The last time I was with a man--when we were on the bed, he told me to lie on my belly. I thought, well, you know, that he was going in doggy style."

"Yes?" Barbara asked, holding her breath.

"But then his hands were on my buttocks, kneading, you know? Then he pried them apart, and I looked back, wondering what he was doing. I'd heard of kissing back there, and I thought ... hell, I hope none of this offends you, honey. I've just got to tell somebody."

Barbara replied instinctively, before she even thought, "Go on, please!"

Alicia tried to read the girl's eyes and face. She smiled and continued, "This guy pried them apart and looked down at me. Then he started smearing his cock's head with my juice to make it real slippery. When I saw him holding his big stiff bone in his hand and aiming toward me, I gasped."

"Oh!" Barbara blurted out, "What did you do?"

"Well, I still thought he was just getting ready to go in me the regular way. I lifted up and back for him the way I do it, and he pushed me flat again, telling me to stay still and relax my body all over. Then I felt his slippery mushy-hard head touch me dead center, and I knew!"

"Ouch!" Barbara cried reflexively.

"It didn't hurt a bit. Oh, at first a little, but after that--wow! If you only knew how hard I came. That big stump ran up and into me so far I wouldn't have believed it, and it made me shake all over like a virgin getting her first bone!"

Barbara licked her dry lips and felt as if her entire body was flushed and hot. "Did you ... did he do it?"

"Come in me, you mean?"

Barbara nodded, unable to trust what her voice would sound like if she tried to speak.

"Gallons!" Alicia whispered throatily. "It just poured up into me. You wouldn't expect I'd make him take it out just at the best moment, would you?"

Barbara felt Alicia's hand move to her breast that tingled beneath the thin nightgown she was wearing. She thought she should push the hand away, but it was such a nice sensation, having it there, that she was afraid to make a move. She felt her own labia swelling and stretching under the nightgown and it was dripping with the honeyed fluids from her well, as she listened to Alicia talk about the man. Barbara tried to imagine what it must have been like. She had never been with a man so there was no way she could compare, but she had read as much as she could find on the subject. She knew what sex was all about, but her family had been very strict in their beliefs and views on the subject.

Now Alicia's other hand was pulling at the bottom of Barbara's nightgown. She was able to pull up the gown to Barbara's hips but the girl was so stiff Alicia was unable to get it any further. She didn't want to force the issue, though. She stopped tugging and placed her hand on the bare thigh of the girl and started caressing the warm flesh lovingly. Feeling the muscles relax, she continued to rub her hand over the smooth surface.

Alicia took her other hand and slipped it under the neck line of the gown. She let it creep down to the girl's full breasts. When Barbara offered no resistance, Alicia cupped the firm breast in her hand. The nipple stood firm and erect against her palm.

Barbara closed her eyes, unable to control the passion that was stirring inside her stomach. One part of her told her to stop this nonsense immediately, the other said to let it continue for a while yet. She didn't want to think about it, only to feel it, to experience the wonderful sensation the warm hand was giving her. If she didn't actually think of it in terms of words then it might be all right.

"Raise up so I can slip this gown over your shoulders," Alicia whispered to her.

Barbara raised up and when the gown was off, Alicia put it beside the bed. Now she stretched out beside the timid girl and held her in her arms. "I'll just hold you now, sweetie," Alicia whispered again. "I won't rush you."

It was a nice feeling, Barbara decided, lying nude in someone's arms. She felt her body relaxing completely. It was so soothing, something she had never experienced before.

"Are you still a virgin?" Alicia's sudden question, and her frankness, caused Barbara to stiffen again. "Hey," Alicia said. "Relax, don't worry about it. I was just curious."

Barbara was concerned with her own sudden change of personality. Earlier she had been disgusted with Alicia's views on sex, but now, well, it was as if the girl had touched some switch that turned her on inside. Here she was lying nude in the arms of a woman! And, she was enjoying the sensation.

"Sex shouldn't be something nasty and dirty," Alicia was saying. "It's a normal body function, of course," she added, "there are emotions involved, too, but that's what makes it so wonderful." Her voice was soothing. "As nurses we'll learn all about our bodies so I say let's really get to know just what we can do with ourselves."

Barbara felt she had to answer. She said, "I suppose you're right. Yet, I'm new at all this. I'm still a virgin and I do want to be a good nurse. I guess we'll be hearing a lot of lectures on sex and if I'm to be a good nurse, then I should know as much about the subject as I can."

"Yeah," Alicia grinned lewdly, "especially the practical application of what we learn. Right?"

In spite of herself, Barbara smiled.

"We'll do a lot of experimenting," Alicia said, "But we'll need some assistance."

Alicia gathered Barbara into her arms, kissed her deeply, forcing her tongue between the girl's moist warm lips. Alicia moved her lips over the smooth cheeks, down to the neck and around the breasts. It took only a short while before she closed her warm lips over Barbara's protruding nipples. The woman's lips nipped and she let her tongue run over the tingling tip of Barbara's firm nipple.

The sensation flashed throughout the girl's body as she moaned in a virginal passion. Alicia let her hand slip between Barbara's thighs. She let her hand slide against the moist straining mound between the legs. This set up a burning friction over the gates of Barbara's steaming tunnel. She spread her thighs widely and thrust her pelvis upward to press harder against the caressing hand that was setting her on fire.

Barbara gasped, her sound full of passion. This time she wasn't pretending. She wanted Alicia to continue. This was such a wonderful, peaceful feeling. She had played with herself before, many times, but this was completely different.

Alicia murmured, "God, you're so precious. So lovely. So desirable." She sighed deeply, and continued, "We're going to have us a ball before we leave this place. Hell, there's so many things I can show you." She raised up on her elbows and, in the moonlight's glow, looked at Barbara's bare quivering mounds and sighed deeply again. "Wowee! You're really stacked, chicken."

Barbara opened her eyes and gazed, her eyes cloudy. She moaned softly, sounding like a baby wanting its stomach rubbed. For just a moment too, she felt like a baby. She wanted to be cuddled by Alicia; fondled and loved and to be felt needed. She was so intense in her desires that she didn't take time to be curious about her reactions. It was just a good feeling and if she'd think about it she might become more confused than ever over her reactions to Alicia's caresses and words.

Alicia pulled her lips away from the nipples again and said, "Honey, I'm going to fuck you with this tongue. You're going to feel as if your whole insides are coming out when I make you come." Then she bent and kissed Barbara on the bare stomach.

Barbara, her thighs now wide apart, waited for what she hoped would soon commence. She felt tendrils of self-doubt licking inside her, but she pushed the feelings back into a closed area of her brain, when Alicia half-covered her body, letting her hands slide along Barbara's inner thighs with gentle touches. She kissed Barbara's firm tits again with nibbling bites, letting her tongue rub briskly over the hard nipples.

Barbara stared at her now with wide eyes, wondering what was coming next. This girl knew how to arouse her, she decided. She finally closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was a man's body above hers, his hands running over her flesh, his lips sucking her nipples deep into his warm mouth. Something loosened up and allowed her body to stretch out fully and compliantly and a long moan of passion escaped from her throat. It was a sound of pure animal lust.

"That's it, honey," Alicia urged her, "Give in. Don't fight. Let me bring you to a hot searing orgasm the way you need to be. Let me fuck you so goddamned hard with this tongue that you'll never get the same thing from anyone else the rest of your life."

Barbara heard the soft, husky voice and opened her eyes again. She saw the black haired head bobbing up and down over her breasts as Alicia mouthed the ends of them and squeezed them in her soft hands. Sensation built to a higher peak in Barbara's body and she suddenly didn't care whether it was Alicia or a man who was making love to her as long as they kept on doing it.

"Do you like it?" Alicia raised up and asked.

"Oh yes, Alicia. God yes," Barbara answered, moaning, "I'm ready now. I'm ready. Do whatever you want to do with me ... I think ... I think I'm going to be all right now."

Alicia smiled gently and kissed Barbara lightly. The touch of her lips was strangely reminiscent of the feathery touch of a man's lips, Barbara felt. They were not as full as a man's but the warmth of the touch was the same.

Barbara felt her hips squirm and her thighs widen under the touch. Alicia's hands slid along the satiny inner surface of the girl's thighs and rose to the warm, damp socket between the pussy and the top of her crotch. Then her hands came together and squeezed inward against the dewy petals and took up a gentle sawing motion that made slippery inner tissue slide lubriciously over tissue until Barbara's whole gap was in a fluttery motion from bottom pocket to trembling cli-toral button.

"Oh," Barbara gasped, "hurry."

"No, baby. No. We won't hurry. I'm teasing your love box. I'm going to make you come hard. I promised I would. It won't be so quick and urgent as you're probably used to, playing with yourself. I'm going to build you and build you to the point where you'll wonder how you ever could have gone this long without getting screwed."

The words seared through Barbara and she moaned with a shivering thrill that chased up her spine. She felt her thighs fall wide apart again and her taut pelvis lift upwards for more of the wonderfully titillating caresses. "Oh God! It's heaven!"

Alicia's fingers pressured the tunnel's gate and then slipped inside to pluck at the swollen tissues. Her lips ran over the smooth abdomen and into Barbara's pubes and along the satiny flesh of the inner thighs, and her breath bathed Barbara's skin with warm scents and whispering wings of delight. Barbara felt Alicia's mouth open and her soft lips crushed down over the springy pubic curls. Alicia's tongue wrapped around the silky hairs and licked them clean of the droplets of honeyed dew that had gathered on them.

Barbara let her head roll back and with her eyes closed, she moaned in absolute ecstasy as Alicia's experienced manner subjected the young body to her will and made it wiggle and writhe with new thrills that Barbara had never in her life experienced before.

She felt Alicia moving and changing positions at her thighs, and she glanced down to see Alicia spreading the pussy and kneeling between the open legs. Alicia gazed down into the depths of the open cavern, and her eyes went soft and hot. Her hard tongue slid out and licked over the shiny surfaces of the lips and went back in again. Her full breasts stabbed downward toward Barbara's crotch as if both were going to dive into the young body below and be bathed by its loving depths.

Alicia's hand came around the side of Barbara's hips and spasms of pleasure rippled seismically along the girl's tunnel. She moaned again when Alicia's hand slipped under her firm ass and lifted her pelvis upward to open the moist slit there fully.

"Oh mannnnn," Barbara murmured, twisting her body slightly. "Ohhhhhh."

Alicia's hands gripped the undersides of Barbara's thighs and lifted them up. Barbara followed the motion and rolled her hips until her long legs were high in the air and her weight on the base of her spine. Her eyes felt as if they were rolling back in her head and she squirmed with a strong sense of anticipation.

Alicia guided the tender young girl's legs over her shoulders, the backs of Barbara's knees hooking over them. Barbara felt peculiar in such a position, but she didn't question it--she couldn't question it. Her chest pumped up and down with desire, and she moaned with passion in anticipation of what was to come.

"Oh, Alicia, it feels so good."

"I know, baby, just relax and it'll feel even better. Let me show you."

Alicia's fingers teased at the sodden slit and Barbara could feel her puckered orifice pulsing in and out with impending urgency now that it was so fully, so clearly, exposed to the other girl's eyes.

"Relax," Alicia urged again softly, nearly hypnotically, her voice caressing and smooth.

"I'm trying to," Barbara answered just as softly, but with some traces of frenzy in her voice. Yet, she tried to do as told.

"Go limp all over, sweetie, and it won't hurt a bit, I assure you. It's a feeling you've never before experienced and it'll make you feel so good all over."

She held Barbara until the girl started to relax, then Alicia said, "When my tongue is inside you, you'll reach for the stars again and again. Believe me. I know what I'm doing."

"Yes, yes, oh, yesss!" Barbara murmured lovingly, not even aware she was making a sound.

"Now!" Alicia said with relish.

Barbara felt her move, dipping her torso down.

Alicia's red tongue darted out and her long hair tickled over her belly, and then the hot breath bathed the girl's pussy. Alicia's tongue came out again and the tip teasingly licked like fire up the length of the palpitating, moist slit, nosing gently into the wet hole and then licking upwards to curl and twist about in the pulsing ball of nerves tingling there.

"Oh God!" Barbara cried wildly.

Alicia's tongue and lips nipped and slid over the oiled cunt in a way that was beyond description.

There was no possible way for Barbara to stop her body's responses. Alicia's warm mouth covered the clear-flowing spring and drank deeply of the fluids, and then her hands kneaded the taut ass cheeks that were quivering with passion.

Barbara's mind shot upwards to delirious heights as the vibrations rocketed up her spine and shook her brain nearly senseless. The steady probing of the tongue churned the girl's flesh into a seething cauldron of deep sexual radiance.

Barbara went up so high she couldn't tell for certain when her orgasm began or ended or if it had done either. Some nervous reaction made her being sing on and on at higher pitch in a sustained ecstasy. Panoramas of vibrant colors opened before her. Wide vistas of undulating spasms stretched before her newborn visions as if she were glimpsing a heaven of delights that would all soon be hers for the rest of her life,. to keep and hold as long as she wanted. It rumbled through her body.

A song of pure revelry warbled from her throat and as she came and came with one climax to the other, each blending into the next until she thought her body was petrified and helpless under Alicia's manipulations even though her mind was free-flowing and full of spiritual strength.

When Alicia lifted her mouth from the pulsing well, Barbara felt herself stop rocketing upwards and begin to sail evenly through a star-studded, half-light, half-dark, half-real beautiful sky.

Soft arms enveloped her virgin body. Warm flesh covered her own and tingled through her simmering body. The moonlight glowed over her features and made her appear as a goddess--a goddess of love, fulfilled and completely satisfied.

"I'm here, darling. I'm here. Relax honey--lie here and let it all wash over you and make you at peace with yourself. You're so great! Oh, you were beautiful. Barbara, my sweet Barbara! So beautiful in the height of your freedom. Oh, my little lover. We'll do this again and again."

They lay quietly for a long time. Finally Alicia said. "I guess it's still no substitute for a man's cock, but I get a big charge out of making love to you."

"Oh, Alicia," Barbara said. "It was beautiful, so beautiful."

CHAPTER TWO

December was a cold month. The nights were near-freezing and there was ice on the windows every morning, even on the inside. The girls were gloomy because they were never comfortably warm. They would feel the radiators and they were ice cold. But nothing much was accomplished in the way of heat until early one morning Alicia saw Mr. Barton going down into the basement and followed him, with Barbara close on her heels.

The housefather was furious. He turned on both girls at the bottom of the stairs and yelled, "Both of you get out of here. You have no business following me."

"Oh yeah," Barbara yelled right back. "We shall see." She raced back up the stairs, Alicia now in the rear, and grabbed a key that was hanging just inside the doorway. Within a matter of seconds she had closed the door and securely locked it.

Mr. Barton continued to yell and threaten behind the locked door, but Barbara could yell back just as lustily.

"You'll give us some heat or you'll never get out." Alicia had run for paper and pencil and returned.

A half hour passed before Barton agreed to Barbara's terms. She pushed some paper and pencil under the door. "Put the agreement in writing before I let you out," she ordered.

"Why can't you take my word for it?" he called, back, his voice somewhat muffled.

"Come on, Mr. Barton, don't make me insult you--just sign the paper."

The other nursing students had gathered around Barbara and Alicia and waited. Finally the paper came back with a scrawled agreement and properly signed; and the housefather was duly released from his prison.

He didn't say anything but he did look daggers at Barbara. She just shrugged and since it was so early she returned to her bed. Later she was disturbed by light footsteps in the hallway. She got up and went to the door, opened it, and saw Mrs. Barton tiptoeing barefooted down the hall and peeping through each keyhole. Barbara's heart skipped a beat. What if the old biddy had seen her and Alicia making it?, she wondered

Shaking Alicia awake, Barbara told her what was going on.

"We'll wait and see, sugar," Alicia replied, "Maybe the old bitch gets her kicks from watching. Who knows?"

Later in the morning, Alicia was summoned to Barton's small office.

He wants to fuck me, Alicia realized, a tremor of excitement running through her.

Her black hair was parted on the side and pulled back so it fell in a wide spray over her shoulders. Her shapely legs were crossed inside the short-skirted uniform, revealing them to Barton. Her tits strained at the thin material of the white uniform.

He glanced from her legs to her eyes and said, "You know I have the strangest feeling that I've seen you in the nude many times."

"Really?" His lewd eyes were boring into hers. She gave a short laugh. Breathing a little faster, she wondered what the second part of the interview would consist of. Maybe he wouldn't be too bad as a fuck. All she'd have to do was to close her eyes.

"There's just one more question," he said, looking up again, after darting his eyes down to her bare thighs, "Are you a virgin?"

Alicia laughed, "Hardly."

"Good," Mr. Barton smiled. He stood, hesitated a moment, looked at her, then bent to kiss her lightly on the lips, at the same time running his hand under her mini-skirted uniform.

Her blood raced at the exciting sensation his feel produced. It had been so long since she'd had a man. Now she wondered if he were going to screw her right there in his small office with his skinny old wife in the next room.

Instead, he took her by the arm and helped her to her feet. "Come," he said, his voice dry, "We'll conduct the final phase of the interview in here."

He unlocked a door behind his desk and ushered her inside. She had only a moment to glance about. It was a cozy, attractive room. There was a wide couch, a few chairs, some well-filled bookcases. Another partly open door revealed a bathroom beyond. "Mrs. Barton doesn't know about this room," he grinned lewdly, "she thinks it's a store room."

She heard the click of him locking the door. She turned and found him looking down at her with lustful anticipation. He reached for her and she came into his arms. He crushed his lips against her partly opened mouth. Their tongues lashed at each other. She moaned slightly when he pulled her body in close and she felt his rock-hard cock pressing against her belly. She ground her crotch against his penis with wild excitement.

She'd been right about one thing, she decided, he was hung mighty heavy.

His hands were all over her. He reached down and fondled her ass. He cupped the cheeks in both hands and pulled her even closer.

She moaned again in sheer delight and drove her tongue farther into his foul-smelling mouth. She felt one of his hands fumbling with the zipper at the back of her neck. She looked up at him in mock alarm.

"What are you doing?"

"Removing your uniform, my dear, so I can see and fondle your lovely tits."

"You naughty old man."

He smiled. "I think you like men, any man, to play with you. It's a lot better than having another woman do it. I think also, at times, that you like being naughty yourself."

"Oh, I do!" she cried. "I really do." She knew he wanted to blackmail her, because he and Mrs. Barton both had been peeping through the keyhole, watching her and Barbara making out.

The zipper was all the way down. The front of her uniform fell away. She wriggled her arms out of the sleeves.

Mr. Barton seemed delighted to see that she wore no bra. Her tits popped out at him, large and sensuous. "Beautiful," he breathed, rasping. "Simply beautiful." He cupped a hand under one, then under the other. "In the days to come, I think I shall be giving these a good deal of attention." He leaned over, sucking her right tit, then her left, bringing the little brown nipples to rigid attention.

A tingling sensation ran through her.

"Hurry," she said. "Please hurry!" He was making her hot, and she was the first one to admit it. It had been a long time since any man had sucked her breasts.

"Patience, my dear. I like a girl to be thoroughly aroused before I fuck her."

Scooping her up in his thin arms, he carried her to a chair and sat her down in his lap. She began to kiss him feverishly. Making little whimpering sounds, she kissed every part of his face, licking each part with her tongue.

Having unzipped the rest of her uniform, he lifted her ass so it would slide to the floor. She kicked it aside. She was naked now except for long sheer nylons and a pair of brief black panties. The panties had a wide mesh, through which he could see the thick mass of hair that surrounded her cunt.

He flicked off the panties and thrust his hand between her now spread legs and felt the warm wetness of her twat.

She thrashed around, wildly aroused, squirming in his arms, thrusting her cunt against his penetrating finger.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, please fuck me."

"Wouldn't you like to see my cock first."

"Oh, yes," she cried. "Oh, I would. Please take it out and show it to me."

"Take what out."

"Your cock."

"That's better." He kissed her. "Never refer to my cock as 'it' again. Call it either 'cock' or 'prick'! It excites me to hear my girls speak the words."

Alicia was almost beside herself with lust and desire. His finger was practically making her come.

"I promise," she said. "I'll never call it anything but cock or your prick. Now please take your cock out and show it to me. Please!"

He lifted her again, swung around and placed her on the edge of the chair.

"Spread your legs, my dear."

She obeyed, spreading her legs so that her cunt was beautifully revealed. He moved in between her legs and unzipped his pants. A fine cock popped out immediately. He was wearing no shorts; Alicia wondered briefly if he had left them off purposely.

"Oh, how wonder fid!" she breathed, staring fascinated at his erection. She took it in her fist and began pulling the foreskin back and forth.

"Kiss it!" he demanded, his voice hoarse. "Suck it! Hurry!"

"Yes. Oh, yes." She leaned forward and, holding the length of his prick with one hand, licked the head, making lovely moaning sounds. Then she took it in her mouth.

As she sucked, Alicia realized that Mr. Barton was undressing. His pants dropped to the floor so she reached between his legs to gently fondle his balls.

He groaned in sheer pleasure. With an effort he removed his cock from between her hot lips and lifted her.

"Come," he said. "I think we've both tortured ourselves enough. It's time to fuck."

He carried her to the couch and laid her on her back. She immediately spread her legs wide. He knelt in between them, his cock sticking straight out and up. She reached for it, as he came down on her. She steered it into the warm depths of her cunt, a loud moan of joy escaping her lips.

"Give it to me, darling! Fuck me! Fuck the hell outta me!"

He drove his prick in up to the hilt. She felt his balls bang against her ass and gave a gasp of pleasure. The small impact always thrilled her.

He began a circular, in and out motion, precise and delightful. He was a real pro.

"Oooooo!" she moaned. "It feels so wonderful. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me harder!"

She clutched him about the shoulders frantically. She opened her mouth wide, crying out in sheer joy. She braced her feet on the couch and thrust her ass up to meet his downward prods. Moments later, her beautiful legs were waving in the air above his back.

He was working faster now, plunging his cock down into the deep recesses of her cunt in short hard jabs.

He drove his tongue far into her mouth, sucked her tongue for a moment, then pulled it out. Keeping his mouth close to hers, he murmured. "You're a wonderful fuck, darling. I knew you would be. You have the sexiest cunt I've ever seen and the most beautiful tits. You and that Barbara girl."

The words thrilled her, made her enjoyment greater, even when he mentioned Barbara.

"I love your cock, Mr. Barton," she said. "I love feeling it inside my cunt, fucking. Every time your balls bang up against my ass I get a thrill."

Her words excited him as much as his had excited her. He went at her savagely now. He backed his prick almost to the entrance of her twat and she shrieked in protest at the withdrawal; then she cried out in ecstasy as he fiercely drove its full length back inside her dripping, hungry pussy. He repeated the maneuver several times.

Suddenly she felt a prickling and tightening sensation along her loins; it was the beginning of her orgasm.

"I've started!" she cried. "I'm going to come! Oh, give me all you got!"

"I'm with you, beautiful. I'm coming, too!"

His cock became a trip hammer, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, into the depths of her cunt. Her shrieks of joy mingled with his groans of agonized pleasure. Abruptly she felt the head of his cock swell. Then he exploded inside her, his hot sperm filling her cunt.

Simultaneously she reached the peak of her own orgasm, thrusting her ass upward to savor every last sound of the wonderful sensation.

At last it was over. She lay back, exhausted, spent, knowing a wonderful feeling of euphoria. He let his limp prick soak inside her for a moment.

"Did you enjoy it, my dear?"

"Oh, yes! Yes!" She reached up and brought his mouth to hers. "It was the most wonderful fuck I've ever had." And she meant it. Regardless of what she thought of him personally, he surely knew how to use that huge cock of his.

"I'll buy that," he grinned. "I've never enjoyed screwing a girl more. You're really something, my dear. Do you think you'll be back in my office soon?"

She nodded happily. "Particularly when you're aching to see me."

He kissed her, then rolled off and lay on his side. She reached over and took the length of his limp cock in her hand, holding it lightly. He put his hand between her legs and toyed with the lips of her cunt. Contented, they were silent for a moment. He propped himself on an elbow, bent over and gently began sucking one of her tits. Smiling, she stroked the back of his balding head. He lifted his head and stared at his handiwork. The nipple was standing up, hard and firm.

"Your tits fascinate me, Alicia. I think they're the most beautiful I've ever seen."

"I'm glad. They're yours whenever you want them," and she meant it.

"Then I think that very soon I'll give you a good tit-fucking."

Alicia had been tit-fucked only once before-and she had enjoyed it. She remembered how surprised she'd been when the man with whom she was in bed straddled the upper part of her body and placed his prick between her tits.

"Squeeze your tits together tightly," he'd commanded.

She had obeyed, and he'd fucked himself off between her tits. She remembered how, when he came, his sperm had spurted up against the undersides of her chin. A delightful experience.

Mr. Barton was sucking her other tit gently, bringing the nipple to attention. Soon he lifted his head, kissed her lightly on the mouth, and got to his knees.

"Where are you going?" she cried in alarm, still holding his cock.

"I've got work to do. I must go."

"No!" she cried. "Oh, no! I want you to fuck me again. Please!"

"I'm sorry." Gently he removed her hand from his prick and stood up.

She scrambled off the couch and ran to him, throwing her arms around him and pushing her belly up against his now half-erect cock.

"Don't leave me now," she begged.

He took hold of her shoulders and held her away, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Alicia, listen to me. Tonight I have another --er--interview. I must save some of myself." He smiled. "We'll get together again soon. And the next time I'll want to find out what that sweet little cunt of yours tastes like. Would you like that?"

"Of course I'll like it," she cried. "But I want it now. Don't you understand? I need it."

"I know you need it and want it, my dear," He smiled. "That's the way I want things to be. Needing it, you'll think of me constantly and will look forward to our next meeting."

She moaned, reached down and took hold of his cock. It was bone hard.

"Please?"

"No!" He shouted at her. "Now the next time you lock me in the basement, I'll never let you have this cock. And," he smiled lewdly, "I might want to interview your roommate Barbara next."

Alicia shook her head violently, "No! No! She's still a virgin. She wouldn't go along with it."

"She lets you do anything you want with her," Barton almost shouted. "She's nothing but a whore, too."

Alicia just stared at him. Then she dressed and he unlocked the door and let her through. She stomped down the hallway to her room.

Inside, she closed the door and leaned against it, breathing deeply. How could she have let that creep get her so damned excited. But, then, she sighed, most men did make her excited, regardless of what they did or said.

CHAPTER THREE

"I don't see how you could've let him do it," Barbara chided Alicia, after she'd been told all about the interview with Barton.

Alicia shrugged, and said, "He is a good fuck, though. I don't regret that part. I just hate for the bastard to have the upper hand."

"We've got to stop that snooping creep of a wife of his, too," Barbara added. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, "I have an idea. Let's gather up all the bottles we can find, all shapes, all sizes and then bring them up to our room."

That night the bottles were placed up and down the hallways. The light in the reception room had been removed and the halls were dark. The crashing of bottles shattered the stillness and yells and screams could be heard. They heard Barton come out to help his wife. "This has gone on long enough, I'm going to call the dean of women," he shouted to the empty halls.

As soon as they heard the door to the Bartons' room close, the girls moved quickly and quietly. Every bottle or piece of bottle had been removed from the hallway and dumped in a secret hiding place. Even the light bulb was replaced in the reception room. The school nurse had come out during the commotion and had gone into the Barton room to be sure that Mrs. Barton wasn't hurt too badly. By the time the dean arrived, the girls were all sitting quietly in their dark rooms, in night clothes.

Lights were turned on in the hallway and the girls were told to come out. Barton said to the dean of women, "These hallways were full of bottles when I called; the school nurse will verify that. My wife fell and could have hurt herself badly. I want these girls punished."

"Mr. Barton," said the dean, "I would love to punish these girls if you had some proof but the hallways are empty, not a sign of a bottle or broken glass. Show me some proof. I'm sure the girls will deny everything and it'll be your word against theirs."

A thorough search was made but no sign of the bottles was found.

Mr. Barton said angrily, "They are going a little bit too far and one of these days they will be punished." With this, he looked deeply into

Barbara's eyes, then stormed toward his room.

Barbara shuddered inwardly. She had to get through her nurse's training, but if it meant letting Barton have a go at her, she didn't see how she could stand it. She'd quit school before she'd let him pop her cherry.

The next day Alicia was coming to the room from a class to pick up a notebook. In the hallway, two boys, around fifteen, she judged, were mopping the floor.

"Hi, guys," she greeted them cheerfully. "What's going on? Where'd you two drop from?"

One of the boys blushed, the other replied, "We're at the county probation farm, across the way. Mr. Barton made arrangements for some help over here. And, I guess we're it."

"Are you going to come over every day?"

"Probably."

"Good, maybe we can get better acquainted." She walked up to the boy who'd done all the talking and brushed his arm with her bra-less breast. "I'm sure we could have a ball."

He grinned and replied, "I bet we could at that."

She didn't fail to notice the slight bulge in his pants that had just appeared. "Too bad you can't get over at night."

Again the boy grinned, "But we can. We can. We have an honor system there. We're free to do as we choose after dinner, so long as we're in by ten. No problem."

Alicia smiled and tried to act very wanton.

"Why don't you two slip over here around eight. That's my room there. Just scratch on the window and I'll let you in. I have a roommate, too, for your buddy there."

The silent one blushed again.

"Great," the talker answered. "We'll be there with balls on, uh, I mean with bells on."

Now Alicia grinned. "Okay, see you then."

That evening after dinner the two girls hurried back to their room. Both were excited about what lay ahead. While eating, Alicia said, "I know these guys, darling, so I'll run the show. Just follow my lead in everything, and don't for a minute let them have the impression that we're anything but their owners."

While Alicia laid out the strategy for the evening, Barbara listened, her eyes dancing. "I'm so excited, just thinking about it. I wish the time would get here."

By eight o'clock the girls were dressed. Both wore extremely short miniskirts with front-buttoned blouses to make their tits readily available. They wore long, sheer self-supporting stockings, the tops of which extended to their crotches over which they wore very brief panties.

Alicia said, "For the time being, let's remove our panties and drape them over the headrest of the couch. Guys always get excited over the sight of panties that have been worn." She laughed. "I had a guy once who offered to buy me a dozen new pair of panties if I'd give him one of mine that I'd been wearing."

"What happened?" Barbara asked.

"I modeled all twelve pairs for him. The last pair I squashed up against my wet, hot cunt. I tossed them to him and said, "Those are for you.' He grabbed them and buried his face in them. He told me afterward that he carried them with him wherever he went. When he felt himself getting horny, he'd take them out and inhale their cunt fragrance."

A few minutes after eight there was a scratch at the window.

"Stay here," said Alicia, getting up. "Cross your legs, but show plenty of thigh."

Alicia crossed to the window and opened it. The two boys crawled through and stood together, trying to control their eager expressions.

"Hi, guys," Alicia said matter-of-factly. The boys glanced at the two girls before Alicia led them around in front of the couch and introduced Barbara. They both mumbled something and stared avidly at her beautiful legs. Alicia sat beside Barbara, allowing her skirt to ride up. The boys caught sight of the two pairs of panties spread out on the back of the couch, and goggled.

"Very well, boys," Alicia said in her authoritative voice, "Jim, you go over there and stand in front of me. Bob, you stand in front of Barbara." They obeyed. "Now, then. I want you both to strip for inspection. Quickly."

In a matter of moments the boys stood in front of the girls. They were both naked, their iron-hard erections standing straight up and out. They waited eagerly for the next command.

Alicia turned to Barbara. "Well, Babs, what do you think?"

Barbara studied the two boys silently for a moment or two. She was wildly excited, but nothing of how she felt showed in her expression. She nodded to Bob. "Bob come over here and stand close to me." Bob stepped forward. She reached up and took hold of his cock, slowly pulling the skin back and forth.

"Do you like that, Bob?"

"Y-yes," he groaned.

"Do you think I have nice legs?"

"They're beautiful!" Bob blurted out.

"Do you think my tits are sexy?"

He gulped and nodded dumbly. She gave his prick a little jerk. "Say it."

"I think your tits are the sexiest I've ever seen."

"Would you like to have me show you my cunt, Bob?" Barbara was surprised that she was carrying it off so well. She realized that just a few weeks ago she'd never have gone through with something like this. Alicia, she decided, was a capable teacher.

The poor boy was almost beside himself. His face wore an agonized look. His cock was throbbing in Barbara's hand. He tried to speak twice before he got the words out.

"Yes. I'd love to have you show me your cunt."

Barbara smiled for the first time. "Well, perhaps I will, if you do exactly as Alicia tells you. Do you promise?"

"Yes. Oh, hell yes! I'll do anything that she tells me to do. Anything at all."

Barbara gave his prick a little squeeze and let go of it. "Very well. You can return to your position beside Jim."

Bob stepped back. He was breathing like a truck horse. His face was covered with perspiration.

Alicia, who had been watching the byplay in great excitement, said. "Well, Babs, did Bob pass inspection?"

Barbara nodded. "I think Bob will do very well."

"Fine," Alicia said. "Now, Barbara, I want to explain that both these boys are cunt-crazy." She looked at Jim. "Tell me, Jim."

Jim said, "I'm crazy about your cunt, Alicia."

"Good." Alicia looked at Bob. "Well, Bob, what have you to say?"

Bob's eyes were glued to Barbara's crotch. "I'm crazy about your cunt, Barbara. You promised you'd show it to me."

"Only if you did exactly as Alicia instructed," Barbara reminded.

Alicia turned to Barbara. "Well, Babs, since both boys seem to be crazy about our cunts, I think it's only fair that we let them suck us off, don't you?"

Barbara nodded solemnly. "That seems fair to me, Alicia."

"Very well. Jim, come over here and kneel between my legs. Bob, you kneel between Barbara's."

Both boys leaped forward and assumed positions. Alicia looked at Barbara. "Are you ready, darling?"

"I'm ready."

Alicia put her ass on the edge of the couch, spread her legs wide and pulled her miniskirt far up. Her cunt was beautifully revealed. Barbara did likewise.

"All right, boys, begin sucking," Alicia ordered.

Instantly, Jim dove into Alicia's dark bush, lapping her cunt, found the hole and began sucking noisily.

Bob stared at Barbara's cunt in wide-eyed appreciation for a moment, then tucked his head between her legs, and went to work.

Barbara moaned with pleasure as Bob's tongue found her hole and he drove his tongue inside. She put both hands on his head and pushed his face up against her cunt. God, it felt good to have a male tongue in there for a change, she decided, squirming so she would be able to push more of her pussy into his face.

"Suck it, Bob! Suck my cunt for all you're worth!" It was the finest pleasure she had found so far in her experimentation with sex.

Bob, making lovely groaning and moaning sounds, encircled her ass with his arms, and pulled her twat even closer. Barbara cried out with delight as his tongue found her clit and flicked at it.

"Oh, that's wonderful, Bob! Wonderful! Suck my cunt as hard as you can!"

Barbara heard beautiful moaning sounds beside her and, glancing in that direction, saw Alicia had both hands on Jim's head and was shoving his tongue as far up her cunt as she could get it. Her shapely legs were waving in the air. She was practically screaming her pleasure.

Bob now took his hands from around Barbara's ass and hooked them under her thighs. Half kneeling, half standing, bracing his feet against the rug, he put her flat on her back on The divan and thrust fiercely at her cunt. Her legs were now almost straight up in the air.

"Suck it!" she screamed. "Suck my cunt, Bob! Eat it! Eat all of it!"

Bob attacked her twat with savage growls. He parted her lips with his mouth and was able to get his tongue a fraction of an inch farther into the hole.

Alicia suddenly let out a howl of pleasure. I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm coming! Suck it, Jim! Work your tongue as fast as you can!" Jim twisted his head this way and that, probing, sucking, chewing.

Barbara felt her own orgasm start. She gasped with delight. For the moment, her whole world was at the mercy of this boy's tongue. She raged at him to suck her cunt harder. She beat at his head. She threw her arms into the air and shoved her ass at Bob's face.

Then, abruptly, she reached the peak of her orgasm. Her outcries became moans, then deep sighs of contentment. Her body went limp.

Beside her, Alicia had had her fulfillment. She slumped on the couch, a contented smile on her lips. Both boys sat back, leering at the cunts they had so successfully lapped and sucked.

After a moment, Alicia sighed deeply, sat up and allowed her skirt to cover her bush. Barbara did likewise.

"All right, boys," Alicia said, "I want you both to wipe off your mouths. Then each of you lie down, flat on your backs so your cocks are pointed straight up in the air. One boy on each bed." She pointed toward the beds.

The boys did as told.

"Those kids are in a bad way," Barbara whispered, "We'd better do something about it."

"We can't let them fuck up now," Alicia pointed out. "They'd come after about two strokes." Alicia picked up her panties. "Put your panties back on, Babs."

Barbara began stepping into her panties. "What's next on the agenda? I'm actually beginning to feel horny again, although I must give Bob credit for doing a wonderful job."

"We'll do just as we planned," Alicia said, "We'll tease them by letting them watch us undress each other. Then we'll jack and suck them off. After that we'll rest a little while, and then begin fucking. Then we'll have a daisy chain. Barbara's eyes were bright with anticipation as she nodded. "But I'm not sure I want to lose my cherry. There must be other ways."

"There is, dear," Alicia answered lewdly.

When the girls went back to the beds the boys had assumed the positions that Alicia had ordered. Each was on a bed on his back with his prick pointed toward the ceiling. The girls walked to a position in front of the dressing table.

"Now, boys," Alicia began. "Would you like to watch us undress each other?"

The boys nodded. Jim said, "Alicia, I'm so hot now that if you don't do something about it, I'll come just watching you."

"You'll do no such thing, Jim," Alicia scolded. "You just control yourself until Barbara and I get ready to take care of you."

"I want to fuck you," Jim said boldly. Alicia looked at him sternly. "Jim, unless you stop talking and obey orders you'll get no fucking tonight. Now, which will it be."

"I'm sorry, Alicia, only this is torture."

"That's what it's intended to be," Alicia snapped. "Now be quiet and lie back." Jim, who had sat up in his eagerness, lay back but kept himself propped up on an elbow. The two girls sat down, kicked off their shoes and began removing their stockings. Both made sure that their panties were frequently revealed.

After the shoes and stockings were kicked aside, both girls stood up. Alicia moved in be-hind Barbara, put her arms around the other girl and fondled her tits for a moment. Then her hands went up under her miniskirt and the boys watched its progress as it felt the other girl's thighs, probed into her crotch and stayed there a moment, gently exerting pressure on Barbara's cunt.

Alicia then brought both hands into view and began unbuttoning Barbara's dress, one button at a time. As each button was undone, more and more of Barbara's tits were revealed. Alicia would reach inside, fondle one and then unfasten another button.

All four of the participants in this drama were now breathing hard, thoroughly aroused.

"For God's sake, hurry up!" Barbara whispered. "I'm getting hornier by the minute."

But Alicia only smiled and continued undressing Barbara. Presently the last button was unfastened. Alicia let the dress drop. Barbara stood naked, except for her panties, her gorgeous tits jutting straight out. She affected a pose, smiling at the boys.

Barbara could tell by Alicia's breathing that the other girl couldn't hold out much longer Swiftly, Alicia stripped off Barbara's panties and exposed her cunt for inspection. Barbara executed a slow grind and then did two bumps. The boys groaned in agony.

It was now Barbara's turn to undress Alicia and she did it much faster. "Alicia," she whispered in the other girl's ear, "they'll rape us if we don't get on with this."

Alicia nodded and smiled and helped Barbara pull down her panties. Now the girls, stark-naked, walked toward the beds. Barbara sat next to Bob and held his throbbing cock in her hand.

"Did you like watching us undress each other, Bob, my sweet?"

He gulped and nodded.

"Did you enjoy sucking my cunt?"

Again a gulp and a wide-eyed nod.

"Do you like having me play with your prick?"

He groaned in agony.

"Would you like having me suck and jack you off?"

"Don't torture me anymore, Babs. Please!"

Barbara leaned over and suspended one of her tits over his mouth. "Suck my tit, Bob! Get as much as you can in your mouth and use your tongue."

Bob lunged at her tit and gobbled it. While he was sucking, Barbara glanced across at the other bed. Alicia had hold of Jim's cock and had begun a slow, rhythmic pulling back and forth of the skin watching his face intently. He was groaning and moaning, turning his head from right to left on the pillow. As Barbara watched, he reached up and began to fondle one of Alicia's tits.

Barbara took her own tit from Bob's mouth, and sat up. "Now, I'm going to make you come, Bob. We've both been cruel long enough. Would you like to have me suck your cock."

"Oh, yes," he moaned. "Yes, yes yes! Suck my cock, Babs!"

She bent over, pulled the skin on his prick far down, then began to lick the knob. It tasted good to her. She'd been wondering what the taste would be like, but it was exactly as Alicia had explained it would be. Bob cried out in delight and thrust his ass up. She put the head of his cock in her mouth then, reached under the thigh of his near leg, found his balls and caressed them tenderly. She began a slow suck, taking more and more of his prick into her mouth with each downward movement.

Bob was also moaning and groaning wildly now. Barbara herself was aroused to a high peak. She considered having Bob thrust his finger up her cunt, but changed her mind. She and Alicia had agreed that the boys would get a hard on almost immediately after their first climax.

"They won't be able to come as quickly the second time," Alicia had pointed out. "They'll be able to fuck us longer."

On the other bed, Alicia had stopped jacking Jim's cock and was sucking him. Jim was practically out of his mind with the joy of it.

Barbara felt Bob's cock begin to swell. She pulled her mouth away, letting her hot lips trail over the head, and grasped his now jumping prick firmly. She began to jack him off.

"Hold it, Bob! We'll have you coming in just a minute now. Tell me when."

"Now!" shrieked Bob. "I'm coming now! Jeez, wow, I'm coming!"

Barbara jerked his cock faster. A moment later she watched with awe as the first spurt of sperm shot upward. She followed its flight as it rose almost to the ceiling, before plummeting. A second spurt followed the first. A third and then a fourth. A couple of tiny ones followed.

Still holding his cock, Barbara smiled down at Bob who was looking gratefully up at her. "My," she said, "You certainly were loaded. Did you like having me suck and jack your cock?"

"It was beautiful, Bab. Thank you."

She leaned over and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. A loud moaning groan came from the other bed. Barbara and Bob both looked across. Jim was emptying his load down Alicia's eager throat. She was gobbling greedily.

Barbara still had hold of Bob's cock. She squeezed it. It was almost as hard as it had been before he had come. She bent over and kissed the head, then turned back and leaned over Bob's face.

"Would you like to fuck me, Bob."

"Yes. Oh, yes!"

"Do you think you can come again so soon?"

"I know I can. With you."

She smiled and kissed him, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth. She was trembling with desire, but contained herself, remembering that she was still a virgin. She wanted it so badly, but ... what to do, what to do? Then it dawned on her ... her ass. Alicia had described how wonderful it felt to have a man's cock shoved up your ass. Wow! That's it, she decided.

She squeezed Bob's cock again. He was almost ready.

"Tell me you want to fuck me, Bob. A girl likes to hear her man say it."

"I do want to fuck you, Babs. I want to fuck you, fuck you, fuck you."

Barbara smiled. "I like that. Now describe just how you're going to do it. Tell me how you're going to fuck me."

"I'm going to put you on your back and get on my knees between your legs and stick my cock up your cunt as far as it will go."

"Very good, Bob, but not necessarily the truth." She squeezed his cock. It was as hard as a rock. "I think what we're going to do is this: I'll get on my hands and knees and you're going to get on your hands and knees behind me. Then instead of pushing it up my cunt, you're going to insert it in my asshole and really give me a reaming." She smiled, "Don't you think this is a better idea?"

"Oh, God yes," Bob agreed.

Barbara got on her knees. Bob scrambled to his knees and positioned himself.

In the next bed, Jim was already on top of Alicia, ramming his prick up into her hot cunt, She was moaning in delight.

Barbara was glad Alicia had insisted they make the boys have orgasms before they allowed themselves to be fucked. The way Bob was pounding at her asshole he would have come after three or four strokes if he hadn't blown his nuts a minute or two previously.

When Bob had made the initial penetration, Barbara waited for the pain she thought she would feel, but instead, it was only a pleasure-filled sensation that spread through her body. With each stroke she sensed that this was the greatest feeling she'd ever before experienced.

Now she smiled over her shoulder at Bob. "Take it easy, honey. You're screwing me too fast."

He slowed down. "I'm sorry," he grated. "I want to do it right."

"That's a good boy. It's nice having you fuck my ass, Bob, but this is a two-way game. I want to enjoy it as much as you."

"Tell me what to do?" he whimpered. "Tell me what you want me to do. I'll do it. I want to please you, Wow! how I want to please you."

"That's better." She said this softly. "Now draw your cock out to the very entrance to my ass, then plunge it in. Do this with every stroke, making each stroke faster and shorter. Now, try it once."

Groaning, Bob obeyed. He was trembling.

"Very good. Now hold it in way up there a minute while I give you further instructions. While you're screwing me I want you to reach around and play with my cunt. And I want you to kiss me on the back. When you're not doing either of these things, I want you to talk to me. I want you to tell me how much you enjoy fucking me, and what a nice ass you think I have, and what nice tits. Then when we both start to come, I want you to drive your cock up my ass to the hilt and begin grinding it. That way, we'll both enjoy orgasms. Can you remember to do all those things, Bob?"

"Yes," he moaned. "Yes, please let me start."

"Very well. But if you don't follow instructions, I'm going to stop you." She smiled. "Start fucking, Bob. And easy does it."

He desperately tried to follow Barbara's instructions to the letter. He pulled his prick to the very mouth of her asshole, and then plunged it into the hilt. He fondled her pussy, finding her clitoris firm and erect. He kissed her on the smooth bare back and fingered the erect clit. He took his mouth away from her back and said, "Oh, Babs, I love fucking your tight ass. It's the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. Your ass is beautiful and your pussy is outta sight. I love fingering it."

Barbara was out of this world. It was her first experience and the thing that set it off was that she could tell the boy fucking her exactly how to do it. It excited her beyond measure.

She pushed her ass backward toward the pounding cock. "A little faster now, Bob. Fuck me a little faster. I want to feel it pounding."

His tongue licked at her back and he shortened his strokes and picked up the pace.

She clenched her teeth, then relaxed and said, "You're doing it just right, Bob. Fuck me harder. Drive it in there." She had the wonderful feeling along her loins and knew that she was moments from her orgasm. "You can start to come now, Bob. Don't stop!" Her voice rose. "Screw me, Bob! Give it to me!" She clutched at the sheet and pushed her ass further backwards. "I'm coming, Bob. God! Fuck me! Push it into my ass!" She screamed.

Barbara felt the first spurt of his hot jism up inside her ass. She felt another, and then another. He was coming beautifully. And so was she. She had reached her peak. Ecstatic moans came from her lips. She pushed her head into the sheet and bit at the material.

At last it was over. She let go of the sheet and sank down on her stomach.

Bob went down with her, completely spent. After a moment, he asked, "Did I do it right, Babs? Did I?"

"You were fine, Bob. Simply fine!" she managed to say.

"Was my cock big enough for you."

"Your cock is just the right size, dear. It isn't size of a man's prick that counts with a girl, how he uses it and what he says when he does it. Now, get off me and let's rest for a while."

Bob scrambled off and lay close to her. He put his hands between her legs and toyed with the lips of her moist cunt. Barbara glanced over at the other bed. Alicia and Jim were just reaching their climaxes. Alicia was practically on the back of her neck. Both of her legs were up over Jim's shoulders. Jim was on his knees, driving his cock down into her cunt.

"Give it to me, Jim darling. Grind it. I'm going to come."

Both Barbara and Bob watched, their eyes bright, as Jim shot his semen up into Alicia's cunt, mixing it with the juices of her twat. Both of them were moaning and groaning loudly. But gradually the sounds and their bodies relaxed.

All four rested for a few minutes. Presently Barbara said, "Alicia?"

"Yes, Babs?"

"Would you like to change partners."

"Fine."

Barbara turned to Bob. "Get over in Alicia's! bed," she ordered, "and remember my instructions when you start fucking her."

While the boys were changing beds, Alicia stretched out her hand and Barbara clasped it.

"I love you, dear."

"I love you too, Alicia."

"Did Bob give you a good screwing?"

"Yes. I let him put it in my ass. I was a bit scared at first but you were right. It's a wonderful experience."

"I know. And I'm sorta glad you're still saving your cherry."

Barbara turned back to Jim, who was awaiting her eagerly. She was a little surprised at his ardor when his hands began swarming over her body. He kissed her fiercely, thrusting his tongue far into her mouth, fondling her tits, reaching down and playing with her twat.

"Oh, Barbara, Barbara! I want to fuck you so badly. I've wanted to from the moment we met."

Barbara laughed lightly. "Well, you're certainly in a good position to fulfill that desire, but," she paused, "I want you to screw me in the ass."

He kissed her, then bent down to stare at her cunt. She spread her legs to give him a better view. She already had his cock in her hands and was stroking it gently. This was the sort of byplay and dialogue that she loved.

Jim looked at her, "Babs, you have the most beautiful cunt in the world."

"Don't all cunts look alike?"

"Oh, no. Your hair has a blondish tinge to it, and there's lot more of it."

Alicia had told her before that she had more hair around her pussy than most girls. At first this knowledge meant nothing, but gradually she began to realize that it could excite the men whom she would eventually go to bed with.

Jim stuck his finger in her twat and buried his face in her pubic hair. After a moment, he began kissing her belly, moving up to her tits, then to her mouth. They sucked tongues for a minute, then Jim pulled his mouth away. "Babs, I want to suck that beautiful cunt of yours. I want to eat it."

She smiled. "You'll have your chance later on when we have our daisy chain."

"Daisy chain?"

"The four of us will lie down on the floor in a circle. You can eat my twat while I'm sucking Bob's prick. Bob will be sucking Alicia's cunt while she's sucking your cock."

Barbara studied his face for a moment. He was wildly excited and deadly serious. She herself was more excited than she had expected to be so soon after receiving him into her bed. She squeezed his cock. It was at rigid attention, ready for action.

"Do you mean," she asked, "that you'd rather eat my cunt now rather than fuck me in the ass?"

"Yes, I would."

She nodded. "How would you like it? A sixty-nine, or would you rather I straddled your head and put my cunt down on your face?"

"Can you suck my cock that way?"

"Of course."

"Then that's the way I want it."

Jim's eyes were wild with desire. He lay flat on his back, Barbara straddled his head and eased her moist cunt so that he could begin lapping it, which he did with gusto. She leaned forward, took his prick in her hand and began to lick the head. She reached around and fondled his balls gently. He groaned from the sheer delight of it He began probing with his tongue for the hole in her pussy.

Barbara lowered her cunt a little farther and moaned when his tongue found the hole and drove into it. She began to suck his cock methodically, loving it. A few short strokes on the head, then driving it far down into her throat. She wished she could talk. She wished she could tell Jim what a wonderful job he was doing on her cunt and how much she was loving sucking his prick. But with a mouthful of cock, this was impossible to do.

Jim had his hands around her thighs now, pulling her cunt down so that it covered his entire face. He twisted and turned, growling like an animal, striving to get his tongue even farther into that glorious twat. He arched his ass, and Barbara began sucking his cock furiously. She realized he was on the verge of a climax, and she wanted to come with him.

She jammed her cunt down on his face now, moving it back and forth so that he could barely breathe. She felt a tightening in her crotch and knew that her own orgasm was starting. She brought Jim's prick out to the lips of her mouth and worked over the head with her tongue. She played with his balls fiercely.

He groaned loudly and immediately she swallowed the length of his cock, feeling the first spurt of jism against the back of her throat. She began to breathe through her nose, greedily drinking every drop of the precious semen. It was good, Alicia was right. It tasted so fucking good.

At the same time she lifted her ass, giving Jim a moment to gasp a breath of air, then plunged her cunt back into his face again, grinding it. Her orgasm had reached its peak and she was savoring every moment of it. Both were moaning in sheer ecstasy.

Barbara swallowed the last drop of Jim's spurting semen and slowly pulled her mouth up the length of his shaft, held the head in her mouth for a moment, then licked and kissed it in a departing gesture. She swished the length of her cunt along Jim's face once more, then rolled off. Jim looked at her, his eyes full of worship.

"Come here," she said. "I want to kiss you while you still have cunt juice all over your face and I have cock smell on my lips. Use your tongue."

She forced him back, lying on top of him and working over his mouth and tongue with hers. She liked doing this. It gave her an added thrill. She pulled her mouth away, but didn't get off his body. She began swaying her tits over his mouth, barely brushing his lips.

"Do you like my tits, Jim? Tell me."

"I love your tits, Barbara. They're perfect." He reached up, trying to suck one, but she pulled back. She was proud of her tits, loved having them admired, fondled and sucked.

"Not yet. I'll let you suck them in a minute." She continued swinging them, dragging the nipples across his trembling mouth. "Did you enjoy sucking my cunt, Jim?" she asked.

"Oh, Babs, it was wonderful! Just having your whole cunt spread over my face was an experience I'll never forget."

"I enjoyed it too, Jim dear, and I enjoyed sucking your cock. Did you like that too?"

"I loved it! Boy, did I love the feeling of my cock in your mouth."

"Would you like to fuck my mouth sometime again?"

"Would I? Oh, Babs, can I do it right now?"

She smiled. "We'll see. Now open your mouth wide." He obeyed, and she lowered one of her tits into it. "Suck it, Jim. Use your tongue. Get it all shiny wet. Suck out the nipple."

He went at his chores greedily, making satisfactory noises. Already he had half a hard-on. When Barbara finally removed her tit and gave him the other for a similar treatment, the nipple of the first stood out like a small prick. Half of the tit itself glistened with his saliva.

Jim worked over the second tit equally well. After a moment Barbara withdrew it. "Now fondle them both while they're slippery and wet."

Jim did so, reaching up with both hands, and finding the task most enjoyable.

Barbara smiled. "I like that. Would you like to tit fuck me sometime, Jim?"

"I'd like to tit fuck you right now!" he cried. "I can, Barbara. I have another hard-on."

She reached around, found his cock and pressed it "That's wonderful, Jim, but we're going to save it for what's coming up."

She rolled off of him, and they both looked across at the other bed, aware suddenly of the beautiful sounds that were coming from both Alicia and Bob. Apparently Alicia liked the shoulder bit position, because she was on the back of her neck again, with her legs planted on Bob's shoulder. He was driving the last bit of his semen into her after a perfect climax.

Barbara relaxed and pulled Jim down beside her. "Put your head down on my shoulder, Jim dear. Play with me. We're going to rest."

She took his cock in her hands and closed her eyes.

After a while the four moved to the floor of the room. Alicia, took charge of the operation. She arranged them, lying on their sides, alternating the sexes.

"Jim," she said matter-of-factly, "you'll eat Barbara's cunt. I notice that you've been there once, which means that Babs probably told you how she likes it, and a second sucking makes sense. Bob, Barbara will suck your prick, while you're eating my twat and I'm sucking Jim's jock. Now, is everything understood?"

They all nodded smilingly.

"One more thing: This is the last act on the program. When it's over, you boys will have to go to your quarters. If you both can walk," she added with a grin.

Alicia started the proceedings by taking Jim's cock in her mouth and putting the head between her lips. Her cunt gave a little twitch as she felt Bob's tongue begin licking it. Barbara sighed contentedly as she felt Jim's tongue probing at her twat. She was glad that Alicia had given Jim this assignment. It was what he wanted, and she had instructed him well. She took hold of Bob's cock, spun it a couple of times, then expertly kissed it and licked the head.

They all started slowly. This was a community affair. Each knew that he or she had to help the other as much as possible if all were to enjoy complete fulfillment. Within minutes, however, asses began to move, bodies began to writhe and swans and groans filled the air.

Bob's tongue was probing deep into Alicia's cunt now. She reached down and pressed his face farther in between her legs. Automatically she stepped up her sucking of Jim's prick, reaching up and playing with his balls. Jim groaned in appreciation, and twisted his head sideways so he could get his tongue farther up Barbara's twat.

And so it went all along the line. Each was receiving wonderful sensations. Barbara was sucking Bob's cock very smoothly, swallowing it, then bringing her lips back to the head, toying with it, then swallowing again. Once, she almost lost Jim's tongue so violent were the gyrations of her ass. But he grabbed her by the hips and yanked her twat back into his face. Jim reached up and began fondling Barbara's tits. She played with Bob's balls, while Bob played with Alicia's tits and she toyed with his

On the whole, it was a most satisfactory operation. Everyone was enjoying himself to the utmost.

Suddenly Alicia uttered a loud moan, and her ass twitched violently. They all knew what the moan meant. She had started her orgasm. She was coming. The others quickened their paces. Barbara felt Bob's cock begin to swell in her mouth. She knew that in a moment she'd feel the first spurt of his semen. She sucked his cock furiously, at the same time reaching down and pushing Jim's head between her legs. She knew that she would start her climax any moment.

The boys were working diligently at their assigned cunts. Both were on the verge of coming themselves. Alicia had already swallowed Jim's cock far down her throat, and was prepared to drink his jism.

Barbara peaked first. Her moans were loud and satisfying. She kept thrusting her twat violently into Bob's face.

Barbara felt the first spurt of Jim's semen, and she began swallowing greedily. Her own or-gasm was peaking. Jim was sucking gloriously, clutching both cheeks of her ass, trying to control her writhing.

Jim had long since begun pouring his come down Barbara's throat. He groaned wildly, fucking her mouth even after the last spurt of semen had been ejaculated.

Then it was over. Mouths were pulled from cocks and cunts. Limp bodies fell to the floor in-complete exhaustion.

After awhile, Alicia lifted her head and looked around.

"Everybody happy?"

They all smiled and nodded.

"You two guys scram outta here then. It's almost time for you to be back in your beds."

"Can we come back sometime," Jim asked.

"You sure the shit can," Alicia answered.

The two boys slipped through the window and disappeared in the darkness.

CHAPTER FOUR

The next day one of the other student nurses said, "Did you know that next Wednesday is Mr. Barton's birthday? What say we do something nice and have cake and coffee for him?"

Sounds like a good deal," replied Barbara. "Maybe if we get him a small gift he won't be as crabby with us." She wondered how long she could stay out of his clutches. If he ever got her alone she knew what would happen. He wanted her cherry.

Plans were made for the party. A cake was ordered from the bakery in town and would be delivered on Wednesday afternoon.

They borrowed a thirty cup coffee urn from the school kitchen and between them were able to get enough coffee to make one urn. Since no one could go into town a present was out of the question. No one was too excited about donating for one anyway. Barbara and Alicia volunteered to fix up something for him.

On Wednesday night the reception room table was laid neatly with napkins, paper plates, forks, and knives and cups that were obtained from the kitchen. The homemade birthday present was wrapped in a box twelve inches square and tied with a red ribbon bow. The girls were seated when Barbara knocked on the Barton door. As Mr. Barton opened the door, they all sang happy birthday. A look of surprise covered his face; he actually looked stunned. He stepped into the reception room with his wife, looked around in astonishment and finally muttered, "Thank you so much." He still did not believe his eyes.

"We're not always bad," said Barbara. "We thought we'd like to help you celebrate your birthday."

The candles on the cake were lit when Mr. Barton picked up the present. "Is this for me?" he asked.

"Sure, Mr. Barton," Alicia said. "But wait till after you blow your candles out and cut the cake."

"Oh, I couldn't wait that long, I'll just open it now."

Barbara and Alicia looked at each other and shook their heads; they wanted that for the very last. He tore the wrappings off only to find another box. He opened this one and found still another. He finally ended with a box two inches square. As he held it in his hand, he looked around at everyone, trying to see if their faces would reveal whether this was a trick or not. The girls all looked innocent.

He opened the small box, his face twisted with rage. Throwing the box onto the table, he stormed into his room. His wife picked up the box, looked inside, dropped it and began to cry.

As the box fell on the table, the present rolled oat and a girl cried, "Oh, Alicia, you didn't." Everyone came to the table, looked at the present and burst into laughter. They laughed till they cried, for lying on the table for all to witness was a withered looking real cherry. Attached to it was a tag; the tag read: "Take this one and be happy, it's all you'll ever get."

Alicia said, "I just couldn't help it, kids. He's after Barbara's cherry and I had to warn him off someway."

Back in the room Alicia and Barbara lay on ace of the beds. Alicia held Barbara in her arms.

"Well, baby, it looks like Barton, will try to get revenge. He knows who it was that sent the cherry."

"I know," Barbara nodded, "Are you going to let him?"

"I don't want to. But, if he raises too much stink he might get me kicked outta school. You know how important it is that I finish training."

Yes," Alicia said, her voice sad. She patted Barbara's bare arms and said, "Poor baby."

As soon as the dinner hour was over, Mr. Barton knocked at the door, and when Alicia answered it, he said, "I need to have an interview with Barbara." There was a lewd smile on his face.

"Why," Alicia asked, "don't you just have another one with me instead and leave Barbara alone?"

"Just get the young lady and be quick about it," he barked out at her.

"It's okay, Alicia," Barbara spoke from behind her. "I'll go with him." Her face was looking ashen and her voice sounded very sad.

As she passed Alicia, the girl spoke, "Don't give in to him."

Barbara smiled, but her face was still sad.

Inside the office, Mr. Barton unlocked the door to the back room and motioned Barbara to enter. Once inside she noticed that a cot now stood in the center of the floor.

"Young lady," he said, as soon as he'd locked the door behind him, "did you send me that birthday present?"

"Yes," she lied. It was actually Alicia who had wrapped it and planned the joke.

"Did you think you were smart?"

"No sir, we just thought it'd be a good joke. We didn't mean any harm."

"No one plays jokes on me. I could get you kicked out of here, you know." His voice was very angry. "I ought to, but I've decided to give you one more chance."

Barbara looked at him, her eyes blank. This was it, she figured. He's going to take my cherry.

"Take your clothes off," he ordered, sneering at her. "And be quick about it."

Slowly Barbara undressed. Finally she stood nude before him, her head bowed.

"Lay on this cot."

Meekly she obeyed. She lay down on her back and looked up at him.

"No!" he almost screamed. "On your stomach. I'm going to degrade you. I'll make you feel so low you won't care what happens to you."

Barbara wondered what he was up to. He picked up some rope and tied her hands above her Bead then tied the end to the cot legs. Barbara looked at the rope with a definite interest, not knowing at all what was to be in store for her once Barton got her tied. Now he tied her legs, one at a time to the end of the cot. She ended up with her legs wide apart.

Now he took the remaining rope and cracked it a couple of times like a whip. He surely is going to beat me, she shuddered violently, afraid. Does he want revenge that badly?

He cracked it again and she jumped.

He cracked it the third time and she jumped again. Now it looked like he was going to beat fear. He slowly drew back the rope and struck!

Crack! The end of the rope struck Barbara's flesh and she jumped again. The ropes, however, held her in too tight and she only succeeded in getting them a little tighter.

Crack! Again the rope struck and she writhed madly while the rope licked her flesh again. Barton grinned, his face wicked and furious. He was getting ready for another stroke and he slashed at her again. This time she spoke.

"More. More."

He couldn't believe what he heard. More? She wanted more? He was incensed suddenly. Fire filled his eyes and he was ready to get her again. But this time she would feel the full fury of the rope. This time she would taste it for sure.

He swung at her as hard as he could. He could see the flesh separate and the blood begin to flow and still she called out for more. Still she wanted the taste of the rope. It was maddening in a way that had never hit him before. He hit her again and again and still there was no way to make him happy. He was satisfying her as well as a person could ever hope to. He still knew the frustrations that were building up inside him, ready for a smash up that would make her feel the message he wanted her to know. He cracked it against her skin again and again and there was no more of a reaction other than her increased moaning. In anger, he threw the rope to the floor and climbed on her body and jammed his cock into her ass. A final indignation, he figured. Then he pumped at her. He pumped with all his might and wrapped his legs about her wildly thrashing body. His cock inside her seemed to swell even more with the feeling of this girl and he kept at her again and again. He felt the lovely friction that could be created with this sort of thing and he kept at her with a fury that even he didn't know. He wanted her in a certain way now and it would be up to him to get it that way or else he would know the meaning of failure. He thought that he was beginning to succeed, She moaned in his ear that she wanted the whip again. He wouldn't give it to her now if she ripped him in two. No rope, kid, no rope!

He kept on her and continued to pump away at her ass until he began to feel his body gripped by the spasm that signaled the first orgasm. He was ready for it and would let it take him for the ride he wanted. He was as ready as a person could ever be.

They came. They came hard and fast and the spasms gripped him and shook him like a leaf in a hurricane. He held onto her even harder as he pumped his load into her madly gyrating body. She wasn't coming, however, and he didn't care.

He was mad with lust now and he didn't know what he was doing. He untied her just enough to lay her on the bed and then tied her down again and jammed himself into her asshole again. This time he could lay on her and he was able to get better leverage and his thrusts were harder and firmer. She was now very aware that Barton was in her and she moaned louder. He thought this time would be the time and she would come now and he kept at her harder and harder until he knew that she would come with him because she was beginning to hit a spasm and he could give himself to her at almost any time. And he was ready. He was more ready than ever and together they jammed each other's frequencies without waves of hot sex and spewed forth their fluids in the hard spurts that they would erupt in. He was out of his mind with lust and she was near the same point.

Neither of them cared and both of them could do it all over again. They did. He thrust himself into her again and pumped until he thought he would pass out from what he was doing. He jammed her again and again until he could hear a dull scream come up to his ears.

He wasn't paying much attention to Barbara, but now he did listen. And he thought that he could hear her ask again for the rope. The rope. Was she still on that rope? Was that the only thing that could turn her on? Then he was glad. He would never let her taste the hemp length again. Never. He would get to her some way. He was glad that he had finally gotten her at the position where he felt on top of her in all senses.

Happiness was all a matter of superiority. He had come to that conclusion. Now that he had her in his control, she was wildly unhappy while he was the exact opposite. He wondered if she ever would be able to face him again. He would love to see what tomorrow would bring. It would be too good to believe.

When Barton had come again he got off Barbara and stood over her. He raised one hand and brought it, palm out, down on her bare buttock.

He spanked her again and again, the smacks sounding like pistol cracks. Barbara yelped, and her buttocks bounced from the shock of the blows. Her asscheeks compressed as Barton struck them, then quivered in the lustrous, soft encasement as he lifted his hand to strike the red-tinged cheeks again and again.

Aloud, Barbara moaned, "Ohhhh," but there was a tint of pleasure in the sound.

Barbara's humiliation was intense, and she blazed with anger, regardless of the small pleas-ure she got from the pain. She tried to move, but there was more to her reaction than a movement away from pain. Barton's stinging slaps warmed her buttocks erotically and sent thrills shooting down her legs and up through her body. Her pus-sy became very warm, exuding a frothy fragrance that bathed the material of the couch.

Barbara's smooth, rounded buttocks had turned pink. Barton slapped them directly--first one, then the other, then both together. The sound of the slaps was now much sharper, more fleshy, and the feel of her vibrating nakedness was exciting to him. The young girl's plump, quivering ass offered a visual delight as well.

He shivered as desire swept up through his loose-hanging stomach and on into his flat chest and on up into the back of his neck.

Barbara writhed and moaned and screamed as the spanking went on and on. She still hated this filthy man with intense disgust, and she felt terribly upset, but a lusty desire was beginning to assume the upper hand again.

"You rapist!" Barbara shrieked. "You no good so-and-so." She wished she could think of the right kind of dirty words to call this rough man, but she had never heard too many.

"Flattery will get you no place," Barton grinned, holding Barbara in place.

Barton chose the right moment to stop spanking and untied the girl and rolled her over. Barbara's face was tear-streaked, but her eyes were afire with a need that transcended anger and shame. Her half-parted lips were lusciously inviting, and Barton bent to kiss them. The man's tongue dipped lasciviously into the girl's mouth. Barton sucked on the small warm tongue and moaned. The taste was as sweet as honey to him.

He worked his tongue all around the interior of her mouth, then flicked it between her lips, touching her own tongue tip in fluttering erotic contacts. Barton's oral embrace teased Barbara's tongue into his mouth. Barton licked and sucked on it.

Barbara was breathing excitedly, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. Barton patted the swelling breasts. Then he got to his knees at the foot of the cot.

"What are you going to do?" Barbara asked, fear building up in her throat..

"Never you mind," Barton growled.

"Don't put it in. Don't ... please," Barbara moaned, but she was too far gone to really care. Her bottom still burned from the spanking, but there was a stronger fire blazing deep in her loins. The lips of her vulva were moist.

Barton grasped her tits and kneaded them firmly. Barbara closed her eyes and let the pleasurable sensations dominate her mind and body, her breasts were firm but yielding to Barton's fingers. The nipples popped up hard. Barton bent and kissed them as he continued to squeeze and roll the delightful mounds, liking the way the nipples vibrated. "Oh, Mr. Barton ... Mr. Barton ..." Barbara murmured. "Love me." She reached up and ran her fingers through his thinning hair.

He looked down at her, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, I'm so hot!" Barbara babbled. She clutched at the man's cock greedily and began to finger it, her fingers working like a piston around the exterior of the red projector.

Hotter thrills coursed through her. Her head grew light. She hadn't remembered being so hot. It was as if all the times she had wanted it were balled up into one huge ache. Barton continued to watch her through narrowed eyes, gauging her reaction and trying to estimate when he would be ready to do something more daring. He didn't realize that Barbara was beside herself with desire. He couldn't decide whether or not he should take her cherry now or wait and take it when she was in a less state of excitement. He wanted to take it when she didn't want it.

He realized she would let him do anything now.

He grasped her by the hair, suddenly, jerked her around as she screamed, and set her sprawling on her back. The girl's breasts leaped and quivered sensuously. Barton positioned himself between Barbara's upraised knees.

He lowered his body, scooting down toward the foot of the couch and then dipped his head. Barbara was both appalled and pleased when the rough beast of a man began to kiss her gaping, fragrant cunt.

"Oh, God," Barbara moaned softly.

Now Barbara was beyond the point of making moral judgments. She could do nothing but enjoy. She lifted her bare legs and folded them over Barton's back as the man licked her throbbing pussy, titillating the soft rosy flesh with his maddening tongue.

The intense stimulation lifted Barbara to a giddy height. She gasped and whimpered passionately. Her cunt fairly gushed with excitement, and the tongue which was licking her pussy lapped up her warm, sticky juice as rapidly as Barbara could secrete it. It even made a gushy, squishy sound.

For Barbara, the sensory experience was overwhelming. It washed away any convictions she had tried to maintain. She felt Barton's hot breath on her pussy as the man sucked on her clit, now his hard tongue probing, darting in and out in a piston-like fashion, faster and faster. Barbara suddenly stiffened and cried out through clenched teeth. Her voice was harsh, almost as if it was a cry of pain.

She came again and again, each climax building on the one that preceded it, until she reached such a peak of excitement that she nearly passed out. When she came for the final time, shaking and tingling, she moaned and rolled her eyes back into her head until only the whites were showing through the tears of joy. Barton raised himself up, his mouth covered with the juice from Barbara's pussy. "How'd you like that, my little bitch? Helluva lot better than that roommate of yours, huh?" He grinned and the juice ran down to his chin until it formed into a drop.

Barbara couldn't answer; her mind was closed to all else but the loathing she had for herself and for what she had just done. "Wow," Barton announced, "I'm going to beat your little ass and show you who the hell is boss around here. When I get through with you, you'll be so sore you won't want to make it with anyone else if you know what's good for you." When he got to his feet, Barbara aroused herself and scooted off the cot. "You ... you bastard she shrieked. "I'm going to tell your wife." He reared back and laughed, the sound horrible to Barbara's ears.

"You're not going to tell anyone, bitch. I'll have your ass kicked out of training if you do." Barbara felt the fear rising up again. She dropped her head and said, "I'll do anything. Just don't get me kicked out."

"That's better," Barton said, his voice evil. "Get your clothes and get the hell back to your room. When I'm ready to take that cherry of. yours I'll call," he paused and then added, "when I do call, I want you to come running. I like my girls to come running when I call." He chuckled lewdly.

Barbara couldn't bring herself to look at his horribly ugly face. She got back into her clothing and left the room, walking silently back to her own quarters.

Alicia was waiting, and when Barbara told her what had gone on, she exclaimed, "That sonnavabitch. I'll fix his fucking apple. I'll cut his goddamned cock off, that's what I'll do." She pulled Barbara into her arms and held her for a long time.

When the girl had showered and crawled into bed, Alicia got in with her and held her whimpering body until the girl was asleep.

A telegram came a few days later informing Barbara that her mother was very sick. Barbara thought this would be a chance to get away from Barton for awhile. Alicia agreed so Barbara permission to take a week's absence from training.

On the bus trip back to the farm, she wondered what she could do to keep Barton from getting her cherry. The bastard would and she knew it. She had to work up some plan to keep it away from him.

The lewd old bastard had aroused her, especially the whipping with the rope. Now Barbara felt only disgust. God, she thought, I almost gave in to him. If he'd only known how responsive I was. He could've taken my cherry and I never would've cared. I'd even help. But the dumb old bastard didn't realize it. He had been so mean, teasing me and torturing me.

She sighed deeply at the thought. Why had he aroused her so much? She didn't know. She real-ized though, that her passions lay deep and just about anything could set them off--free them and send them soaring skyward. She leaned back in her seat and wished the bus trip was over and she was safe in her father's arms.

CHAPTER FIVE

Her dad bent over and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'm sure glad you could make it home." He looked her over and added, "You've sure got-ten big on me. I never realized you were so developed. I always thought of you as a little girl."

"Now," he smiled, "here you are a grown woman."

Barbara flushed slightly. Her father had always been a very masculine male and she remembered the many times she had hidden and watched him and her mother make love. He was hung like a stallion and she knew that because of the frequency of his love-making that he was a horny man with hot pants. She felt a seismic tremor course up her spine and she shivered in-voluntarily. Could I be getting hot pants, too, and for my own father? She thought the subject would revolt her, but instead, she found it to be very pleasant to think about.

"I sure didn't want to tell you your maw was in the hospital and spoil your trip."

"I understand, Dad," Barbara answered him.

Later in the day, while her father was out, Barbara took a shower and afterwards, just slipped into a thin robe. She liked the freedom she felt when she was naked under the material. Roaming through the house she walked into her father's den and noticed a projector and a screen set up. She was bent over it trying to examine the film when she heard a voice behind her.

"Oh ho," her dad said, "you've discovered my little hobby."

Barbara raised up and looked at him, a question in her eyes. "Your hobby?"

"Yep. Dirty movies. I like 'em."

"I've never seen one," Barbara replied.

"Well, since you're a grown woman, I guess I could let you see just one."

He pulled the blinds and turned off the light, then turned on the projector. Motioning Barbara to a couch he sat beside her. The projector came to life with a whirring sound, and the screen on a side wall, burst into brilliance. At first the image was out of focus, but he quickly corrected it.

The picture was in color, and it showed a closed door. After a few moments, the door was opened, A girl and two men entered the room where the camera was located. Barbara didn't recognize them as anyone she'd ever seen. She felt light headed, but the sensation was pleasant and she didn't fight it. Her curious gaze remained fixed on the movie screen.

The three young persons in the movie approached a bed. Hmmm, Barbara wondered. She had never seen a home movie quite like this before.

Now the brunette girl on the screen and one of the men, a blond beach boy type, embraced. Barbara squirmed. The blond caressed the girl's back as he continued to kiss her. His hands gradually crept lower on the girl's body, moving restlessly. Barbara tensed and her eyes widened as the man began to pull up the young woman's

The blond actor slowly pulled the girl's skirt up around her hips, causing her exotic-looking red panties to come into view. Barbara's eyes widened more and she was fascinated as the man began to caress the girl's silken-clad buttocks.

Feeling suddenly flushed, Barbara turned toward her dad, intending to ask him about the film. In the dimness she could barely make out his face, but she could see that he was staring intently at the screen. A little smile seemed to be playing across his features.

She glanced back at the screen. The second male performer, who had dark hair, stepped up to the girl and joined the first man in undressing her. The actress writhed, eyes closed and lips passionately parted.

The man pulled the woman's dress up over her head, revealing the fact that she wore nothing but the bikini briefs. Her large, rounded breasts bounced into view, vibrating with excitement.

"Hey, look at those crazy knockers!" her dad suddenly said, then laughed.

Barbara giggled nervously. She was aware though, that she was getting moist at her crotch, and she wondered if she'd be able to watch the entire movie without reaching over unconsciously and fondling her father's cock.

On the screen each man grasped a pliant, melon-shaped breast, and they bowed their heads to suck simultaneously at the woman's nipples. Barbara gasped. Her own nipples stiffened beneath her loose robe. Her vulva dribbled her lubricant more profusely onto the couch.

The camera came in for a close-up of a male mouth sucking hungrily at a tit. The man let the nipple escape, and it bounced away--red, wet, and very erect--as he chased after it with his tongue. He swabbed the firm, rubbery projection, then sucked it back into his mouth.

Barbara squirmed, her pussy burning with excitement, her loins ached, and the puffy lips of her vagina were plastered to the seat.

The girl in the picture lay down on the bed and wriggled out of her bikini panties. She lay on her back with her thighs open and her knees up. The camera moved in to examine lasciviously the flaring lips of her vulva which were lined with hair much darker than the lighter brunette hair on her head. She slid her hands upward along the inner slopes of her thighs until her index fingers bared her shockingly exposed genitals, then she began to manipulate the soft meat, providing teasing glimpses into her rosy vestibule where her clitoris was rigidly erect and her vaginal orifice was open for the thrust of a male organ.

Barbara sighed deeply and squirmed around in her seat.

The camera backed up to show the two male performers removing their clothes. The muscles in Barbara's throat tightened as she realized that she was about to see something great.

She moaned audibly and turned quickly to her father, but he didn't seem to notice.

Now the camera was behind the men who stood aide by side near the foot of the bed. They watched the naked woman as they kicked off their trousers. Then they simultaneously took hold of their jockey shorts and pulled these garments down, slowly, baring their firm rumps. The dark-haired young man had a sparse scattering of hair on his white buttocks while the blond man's buttocks were smooth and muscular.

Nude, the two men moved forward on opposite sides of the bed. Barbara's jumpy nerves were last with anticipation. Her bushy crotch had turned into a swamp of moist juices.

The men in the pictures suddenly turned toward the bed, now presenting their profiles to the all-seeing camera. Barbara blew out then sucked in her breath as she stared at their massive erections.

The woman on the screen reached up and grasped the two handsome rigid rods. She stroked them lewdly while the two men stood and smiled down at her, passion in their eyes.

Barbara could hardly breathe. Her mouth opened, and her throat felt as dry as sandpaper. Her vulva throbbed and her triangle crotch was soaking wet. She continued to stare at the screen, too fascinated in what she was seeing to notice her father.

One of the male performers backed away from the woman's clutches and climbed onto the bed. He moved forward, kneeling between the brunette's wide open thighs. His great cock angled upward, quivering from the tightness and force of the hot blood that choked its throbbing veins. The rosy head glistened with drops of semen and it appeared as if it were at the bursting point.

The other man knelt on the rumpled bed next to the woman's flushed face. Barbara's excitement became almost unbearable as the woman turned toward his stiff projecting prick. She smiled wantonly and licked her lips. She fondled his hairy balls.

The camera switched to a close-up of the other penis as it approached the woman's vulva. Barbara could hardly contain herself. She had never watched anything like this before and it was so exciting to her. She couldn't believe it was happening, but the sexual congress was beginning to happen as the huge, stiff prick pressed into the prone woman's hair-lined slit and sank slowly out of sight into her belly.

Barbara's father made a lewd comment, "Fuck her!" he exclaimed.

"God!" Barbara exclaimed breathlessly as the male performer stroked his penis in and out of the brunette's clasping cunt. "Oh, God!" Barbara repeated, this time not even looking at her father to see if he heard her. He, too, was so intense in his observation of the screen that he appeared to notice nothing else.

"Quite a show, isn't it?" her father finally asked, grasping Barbara's hand. He squeezed it and drew it over to his leg. "It's sure exciting. God, it really is." He held her hand and drawing it closer, tightening his grip, he let her hand rest on his thigh. She could feel his hard on through his trousers. After a bit he took her hand and rubbed it along the length of the bulge. Finally, not being able to stand it any longer she tore her hand away from his grip and placed her hand on his hardness and squeezed it.

"Oh, baby, thank you, sweetheart. You don't know how long it's been ... your mother has been sick for so long."

"I'll take care of you, Daddy."

"You sweet, loving child, you." He unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. Barbara touched the bare heated flesh. The prick stood up like a pillar, and when he pulled Barbara over toward it, she lowered her head and kissed the moist tip of it, then stuck out her tongue and licked his huge swollen glans.

"Take it in your mouth, sweetie. I've got to get my rocks off," her father urged huskily. "Suck it good."

She opened her mouth wide and brought it down over his glans. It felt good to her! It tasted good! She began to suck his cock ravenously, making a soft slurping sound as her lips and nimble tongue lapped against his rosy, meaty cockhead.

He groaned with pleasure and ran his hand through her silken hair.

"Bob your head," he told her. "Take it into your throat."

She obeyed because she wanted to. She pumped her mouth up and down on his juicy, salty-tasting rod, and his glans forged deeper and deeper into her throat.

"You're great at that, baby!" He said as he petted her bobbing head. "Shit, it's good."

The filthy word enhanced her sense of abandon, and she began to suck so hard that he had to force her away from his prick, fearing that he might go off in a few moments if she were to continue at the fast pace she was now going.

He pulled her up over him, and their mouths were glued together. Their tongues embraced wildly. Saliva drained from her mouth into his, and he tasted the flavor of his own cock.

He turned her onto her back on the roomy couch and quickly dived at her blonde pussy. She eagerly spread her thighs and let out a cry of delight as his mouth collided with her soft, wet cunt. She was glad now she had just slipped on the loose robe.

His tongue swabbed her velvety cunt-lips, then wiggled deep between them to tease the rim of her vagina. The tunnel was so moist it dripped freely.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "Oh, that's so good! Lick me, daddy, lick me! I love it!"

He loved it, also. His tongue worked wickedly up and down her split, lapping up her honey, tickling her clitoris and fucking into her tight, hot hole. Then he opened his mouth very wide and took most of her meaty twat into it, hair and all. He sucked and licked and drooled his saliva into her slit.

"Oh ... ooh ... ooooh!" she panted. Her hips hocked uncontrollably.

She came. So suddenly. There was just no way to stop it. Her father rolled her onto her belly and licked his way from her ankles up her calves and thighs, between her wiggly buttocks, and up the graceful curve of her back.

"Daddy! Daddy! Oooh, angel!" She rolled over and clutched him in her arms. Their tongues fluttered together. They licked each other's lips. He dropped his mouth to her full, quivering tits, pulled one free of her robe and licked it. He tugged at her nipples, stretching the firm rubbery stems.

She felt herself building toward another climax. Now she knew how she could get even with Barton.

"Oh, fuck me, daddy ... fuck me!" she cried out in a frenzied voice.

He helped her moved into position and then crouched behind her and worked his prick into the open, but still tight, mound of her vagina.

"That's what I want!" she exclaimed. "Stick it way innnn!"

Crouching over her back, he corkscrewed his cock deeply into her snug sheath. The big object hung momentarily on the half ruptured hymen, then rammed all the way in. She felt the big thing throb as it stretched her tender cunt tissues.

"Ohhh!" she screamed out, at first with pain, then pleasure.

He worked one hand under her chest and began to toy with her titties. His other hand sought out her clit and tickled it as he began to hunch. His shaft pistoned in and out of her snatch.

"God," she cried again, "Ooooo, daddy!"

"I'm fucking you like a dog," he said. "Do you like it?"

"I love it! Oh, screw me good! I want to be fucked by my daddy."

She was reveling in the dirty words that she had really never used much before. She liked the sound of them and they seemed to arouse her already highly aroused passions to a higher peak.

"Man! But your cunt is tight!" he said.

"My cunt loves your big fat prick," she replied, twisting her ass as he pumped his pecker in her clasping, slippery channel. "Oh, daddy. I'm glad you're first. God, I'm so glad!"

He ground his rod deeply into her, and his hard belly smashed against her buttocks. He stopped his coital thrusts, and he twiddled her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Then he suddenly resumed pumping, slapping his belly firmly against her warm ass, tugging on her clit and rolling it.

"Ooooh ..." she gasped, "pppush harder," she stuttered. "Ooooh! I'm going to ... oh, lordy, lordy!"

"Come, baby!" he said. "Have a good one. Come hard, sweetie. Now!"

He fucked her hard, and she stiffened and went forward on the couch, then hard as could be, she pushed her buttocks against him. He kept rubbing her clit until her vibrations eased off, then he pulled out of her cunt and let her relax on the couch.

His unsatisfied pecker swayed and bobbed as he climbed off the couch, then he turned and sat beside her. Pulling her up to him he held her. The figures on the screen were screwing like mad but now she didn't pay any attention to them.

"Now my sweet child," he said, "Let's have a plain old mama and papa fuck right now. You're one climax up on me, you know. It's been so long since I've had a good fuck that I had a hard time holding back, but I wanted you to get all the pleasures you could outta your first one." He paused for breath. "God, imagine it. Me getting a cherry and from my own daughter."

"Mama and Papa fuck--is that what you call it?" she asked with a slight laugh.

"That or the missionary way."

"Why the missionary way?"

"Because when the first missionaries went to Africa, they tried to talk the natives into screwing face to face instead of the way we just did it, animal-style."

"You mean, the native men get on their women's backs, like you just did with me?" Somehow the thought was so erotic to her she thought she would come again. She savored the mental image.

"Most of the time they screwed like that, I guess. But I imagine that they do it other ways, too. Come on now, we've talked long enough."

He guided her back on the couch and put his long cock into her hair-lined slit, and it sank snugly into her warmth.

"Oh, there's nothing as good as this!" she exclaimed. "I could doit all week. Do you reckon we could spend my entire visit just fucking?"

"Maybe we will," he promised.

He settled on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him.

"Wrap your legs over my back this time," he suggested. "I want it all in and you won't get as sore if you're wide open to me."

She did as he said and her father began to pump. He decided to screw her nonstop, gradually increasing the tempo. And he hoped that she would achieve another orgasm by the time he had his.

She moved with him, flexing her buttocks and pulling against his back with her legs. Maybe, she decided, she could get him in another inch at least.

"Oooh yes!" she exclaimed. "Good! That feels so good inside me. Oh, daddy, your prick is so hot and so fucking big."

It felt very good to him, also, especially since she was moving around under him so rapidly. He vigorously drove his tool into her. As he speeded up, she became more excited. Their loins pushed and pounded together, their bellies slapping noisily. The couch creaked beneath them. Barbara panted and gasped for breath. Her breasts vibrated against his torso.

"Oooh ... ooh ... oh," she cried. "Faster! Oooh, harder! Fuck me harder. I'm going to make it again! Oooh, daddy! Fuck me! Fuck!" She finished with a squeal of delight, and his cock jerked spastically as his semen gushed into the open hot, moist box.

"Oooh, daddy, I love you ... I love you!" she cried, hugging him. "I've never felt hot come in my pussy before. It's so good, so good, soooo fucking goood!" She squealed again and said, "I love you, I love you."

"And I love you, baby," he said, ramming his cock in as far as it would go so the last drop at hot semen would hit the walls of her pussy.

He raised up off the seat finally and said, "I guess for a first time, and it was a first for both of us, your first and my first with my own daughter, anyway, I guess for a first time it was pretty good." He paused and smiled in the semi-darkness, then added. "I guess we oughta clean ourselves up. Who knows what we might just do the rest of the day."

After they had showered, her father announced, "You know, Babs, I forgot but I've got a young girl coming over today to help do the cleaning. I didn't know you were going to make it home and when I found out you were I forgot to call and tell her not to come over." He paused and then added, "Course, she's old enough and she might just want to join in our little activities."

Barbara looked at her father. Was he suggesting an orgy of sorts? She smiled as the thought warmed her and she tightened the muscles in her loins.

Later in the day a knock sounded on the door. When her father led the young girl in, Barbara got to her feet and welcomed her.

The girl was very young, Barbara thought, perhaps fourteen. She was sweet looking and her short mini, so tight fitting, barely covered her full ass.

Barbara smiled at her.

They talked for a while, then the young girl said, "I'll get started with the cleaning, Mr. Collins."

"No sense in doing that, honey." He grinned lewdly, and said, "We might find more interesting things to do with our time. And you still get paid, anyway."

She looked at him knowingly.

Mr. Collins excused himself to go to the bathroom.

When he'd left the room, Barbara said, "Jo, that's your name, isn't it. Or it's what they call you?"

The girl nodded.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes. I have a few."

"A few--you must get around."

The young girl smiled. "I know what makes Bungs tick, if that's what you mean."

"You know what I mean."

The young girl smiled again. "That father of yours--he's quite a man ... there's just something about him," she paused and added, "I guess you ... uh ..."

"That I wouldn't know how good he is with a woman? Don't you believe it."

"You mean ..."

"Sure. He's a man and a good man. He's also hung like a stallion."

Barbara blushed when she'd said this but the young girl didn't.

"You've been to bed with your father?"

Sure, why not?" The girl shrugged.

"Wouldn't you go to bed with him? You're not saving your pussy for a husband or something are you?"

"Nope," the girl said softly, now flushed.

Barbara made a poo poo sound through pursed lips. "That's good. Take my advice and get all you can while you can." She sounded so worldly. Barbara giggled at herself. She'd just gotten her own cherry popped and here she was telling this young girl how great sex was. "It's all a part of life you know. If someone turns you on then grab him for shit's sake." Now, she knew she was talking like an old experienced lover, but maybe, she was jealous of this young girl. Maybe, if she talked rough she could handle the girl.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to imply that..." the young girl paused, "I'm really new at this. I don't know whether or not I could stand him touching my ..." she paused, as if searching for the right word. Finally she said, "... pussy." Now she flushed but yet she seemed glad she'd come right out and said the word.

"Hell, sweetie. There are other ways, too, you know." Noticing the curious look in the young girl's face, Barbara continued, "There are many ways you can get your kicks if you want to save that pussy of yours."

"That's not what I meant," Jo hastened to explain. "I just used that, uh, word, pussy, to illustrate my point. I meant I don't think I could stand for Mr. Collins to do anything to me, anything at all, I mean. He's sorta of old and all that," she giggled. Then she realized she sounded like a child making excuses. It caused another flush to creep up her neck and onto her face.

Before they could talk further, they heard footsteps. The girls remained silent until Mr. Collins appeared. He had on a nice looking dressing gown, but nothing on underneath it. This was obvious to both girls. As he walked toward them, the bottom of the robe swung loose and they caught a glimpse of his muscular thigh and just a brief glance at his crotch.

He walked to a small bar in the corner of the room and made drinks for both girls. He brought the glasses back and handed one to Barbara and the other to the young girl. He motioned for Jo to sit by him. Barbara sat across from them. She spread her legs and her father eyes the blonde crotch. Without taking his eyes from her bushy patch, he asked, "How would you girls like to see a big fat cock?"

Jo felt a crimson flush spread across her face as she heard the coarseness and the bluntness of his words. She started to retort but decided not to. Barbara smiled at her. Knowing what the younger girl was thinking, she said, "It'll get you, I assure you. You'll like it."

Now Barbara was squirming so much she couldn't sit still. She got off the couch and crossed slowly over to her father, swinging her hips and thrusting her pussy forward. She took his drink and set it on the stand beside the couch. Looking at him, she ordered, "Stand up, dad. I'm first. I've wanted to fuck in front of Jo ever since she came into the house." Her eyes narrowed. "I'm so hot for a big cock that I can almost taste it."

"You just might get to do that," her father grinned lewdly.

Barbara held out her arms and took him by the hands. Pulling him upwards to his feet, she pressed her huge breasts to him. He stood well over a foot taller than she. "Let me do anything I want to do. Jo is going to watch while I do my thing. I've got to teach her the pleasantries of life, you know." She grinned impishly, wondering how she could talk so, and in front of her dad. Pushing aside the thought, she reached down and untied the robe belt so the gown could swing free. She placed both small hands inside and cupped the cheeks of his bare ass in her palms. Squeezing them, he moaned audibly.

Mr. Collins took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Barbara turned her head slightly sideways and said to Jo, "I can feel the heat of his hard on and it's driving me wild. God, I can feel it pressing against my belly button." A spasm of strong desire shuddered visibly through her entire body and she squeezed herself up to the big man, pushing her stomach into his hips. His ass pressed against her.

Now she reached up and pulled the robe from his broad shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He stood naked, all man. Barbara choked back a cry of anguish as she reached for the huge bag that hung beneath the bulging, pulsating organ that was now standing straight out. "Wow," she exclaimed aloud, but more to herself than Jo, "It's even bigger now than it was less than an hour ago. I think he's still growing."

She cupped the sack containing the two balls in the palms of one hand and grabbed at the huge tool with the other. She almost had to stretch her fingers in order to make them go all the way around the strong thick cock. Now she stroked it softly, caressing it, as she let her loose hand slide from the base of it to the huge red knob at the end. Spasms of desire crept over her and she trembled slithly as she felt the organ alive in her hands. She wanted to kneel and kiss this object of worship, to suck on it, to run her tongue over the smooth sweetness of it. Oh God, she wanted to make it last forever. It was such a good feeling, a feeling she'd never experienced before. It was as if it were the first time for her. He had fucked her once before but this--this was something else. It was so big now. She wanted this huge thing inside her, buried to its hilt, filling her with its warmth and flooding her with its fluid. Without another thought she dropped to her knees and took the big hot cock into her mouth. She wanted to swallow it but it was all she could do to stretch her red lips around the pulsating head. It was so hot and so soft, yet the hardness of it throbbed and she could feel the heat with the tip of her tongue as she licked at the smooth velvety surface.

On the couch Jo was trying to control herself. The moisture between her legs was so thick it was staining through the material of her short dress. She tried to put her mind on something else but she found it impossible. The scene that was being enacted in front of her was too overwhelming and overpowering. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, her small hand slipped down and began caressing her own thigh.

"Ohhh," she moaned softly.

Mr. Collins acted as if he couldn't stand it any longer. He reached with both hands and pushed Barbara's head to his cock. He moved his hips forward and rammed the huge organ deep into her throat. Barbara made a gagging sound and he released her head. She pulled away from his cock, coughing and spitting. Getting her breath she yelled out. "You almost choked me with that monster thing." Coughing again, she said, in a raspy voice, "Take it easy, daddy. Please. I'll get the job done."

Mr. Collins, regaining his composure, said softly, "I'm sorry, baby. But hell, you've got me hornier than hell. I can't hold off much longer."

"You'd better hold off. Wait!" she paused, as if a thought had suddenly hit her. "I have an idea. Why don't I just jack you off first, then when you get hard again you can hold it longer."

"Okay by me, daughter," the large man looked down at her and liked the fullness of her hips and the two bulging breasts that seemed to be so swollen they were going to burst. "I have an idea," he continued, "why don't you both get your asses in gear. Jo get your clothes off. I want to see all of you." He patted Barbara on the head and smiled lewdly.

Jo got off the couch and undressed slowly. She reached behind her and unzipped the mini and let it fall to her waist. Now taking one hand she undid her bra and let it fall. The two almost-fully developed breasts jiggled in their new-found freedom. She shook her dress down over her hips and stepped out of it. Next she pushed at her panties and wiggling them down over her hips she stepped out of them and stood fully nude. Turning toward the man, who was watching her with lust in his eyes, she asked, "Is this how you like to see me?"

He nodded and grinned.

There was no embarrassment now. Jo was caught up into the stimulation of the arousal she was experiencing. She thought she should feel hesitant and she even wondered if what Barbara had said was taking place. Could she really do these things without feeling a sense of shame? She even thought she should think about these things awhile, but the sight of Barbara's mouth around Mr. Collins' enormous cock and all had its effect on her and she knew that regardless, she didn't care what took place now, as long as it was fulfilling to her.

Jo automatically raised her arms above her head and the big man across from her let out a low whistle. She smiled. He seemed to have trouble forming words when he did speak. He said, "You excite me. Come here and let me feel those beautiful knockers."

"No!" It was Barbara who answered his request. She looked at him with a mock hurt look in her eyes. "I'm first, remember?" Her large eyes flashed as she glared at him. Half of it was real and half pretend. Barbara was trying to act lightly about it but she was deeply concerned and he knew it.

Her father sensed this, because he looked at Barbara a long moment before replying to her request. "Whatever you say, baby. I've got enough here for both of you and as much as you want, too."

"Bragging?" Barbara questioned, rolling her eyes up at him. Now she seemed more reserved, as if she too recognized the pettiness of her actions a moment before. After all, he was her father.

"Bragging! No," he replied, and it was an easy answer for him. "I'm just stating the facts, ma'am," using a Joe Friday mumble. "Just the plain fucking facts. That's all we're after in this case."

"You really think you can keep up with both of us?" Barbara tried to sound as if she was still joking, but there was a note of dead seriousness in her voice, as she waited for him to answer. She shivered uncontrollably in great anticipation.

"I can keep up with you. Please don't worry about that. You just be worried about having a juicy hole for me to stick this thing in every time I'm ready. Think you can do that?"

"We have plenty of holes. Right, Jo?" Barbara looked toward the younger girl for an answer, but Jo was busy caressing her own smooth stomach. She seemed unaware that the other two were in the room with her. The passion that was arising in her was too great for her to concentrate on anything else.

Barbara got behind her father, ignoring Jo, and pushed her matted pubic hair against his buttocks. She circled her arms around him, one hand cupping his balls and one hand around his gigantic erection. She caressed the balls slowly while the other hand was busy squeezing and fondling the stiff hot length of his organ. Now she commenced rubbing her hand along its length. What a cock, she said to herself, caressing it and squeezing it as she made her outward motion. Letting one finger curl under it, she tickled it along its length, sending shivers of pleasure throughout the man's frame.

Jo who was still standing, caressing her stomach began watching the two again. She shivered slightly as a ripple of pleasure spasmed its way up her back. She backed to the couch and sat heavily, relaxing almost the instant she touched the soft covering. Leaning back into the softness of it she drew her legs up and spread them wide apart. Her pussy was gaping, red and moist. Gingerly she let her hand caress her stomach and on down into the dewy moistness of her crotch. She let one long finger work its way through the dampness and on into her slit. It was so great! She eased her finger up the slit and rubbed her clitoris softly, moaning with passion.

"Ohhhh," the sound came out softly and slowly as she exhaled.

Mr. Collins was watching her as he was being masturbated by his daughter, who was still standing behind him. In a moment or so his eyes turned upward and he let out an animal growl that escaped from his throat. His huge organ shook slightly and the end opened up as the orgasm hit, spurting come. The white, oozing liquid came flying out, shot like a burst from a cannon, flying across the room a good three feet. His huge body shuddered and he twitched his shoulders in a jerking manner. He gave a final sigh of relief and his daughter behind him stopped her manipulations and came around to stand in front of him.

"Now," Barbara said quickly, "we're going to get you worked up again. Then you can do anything you want to." She turned and looked across the room to the masturbating figure on the couch, "Right, Jo?" she asked, appearing not to be concerned at the young girl's actions. Barbara just smiled.

Jo blushed when she became aware that the two had stopped their sexual play and were now directing their entire attention on her.

"Oh," she said, her voice shy, timid. "You can do about anything you want, I guess. I, uh, I really don't know what to, uh, what else to say." She paused for words, then continued as if deep in thought, "I haven't made up my mind whether or not ..." she didn't try to explain any further.

Mr. Collins beckoned to her, "Come over here and stand in front of me, please," then he turned to his daughter, "You too, young lady." Barbara immediately responded but Jo hesitated. Mr. Collins eyed her and Jo felt a flush building up again.

She forced herself to look into his eyes. At first she looked for the coldness she thought would be there. But instead she saw something else. It was a warmth and an understanding. What a man, she decided. He could have her by simply ordering her to do something. He did own her in a way, she guessed. At least he was going to pay her. She was supposed to get paid for something else, but she was in his hire and would do as he asked. He wanted her to make up her own mind though, and somehow she knew that regardless of whether she went through with it or not he would understand and he wouldn't blame her. There was no pettiness in this man. She felt as if he wanted to be a teacher and it was up to her whether or not she wanted to learn. He didn't want to hurt her, she knew this. All he wanted to do was to teach her. Somehow the feeling made everything all right. She knew this and it was without reservation now that she walked over to stand so nude in front of him, baring not only her body but her thoughts to this wonderfully understanding, big man.

When both girls were standing bare assed in front of him, Mr. Collins felt first the blonde cunt of his daughter, and then Jo's juicy darker slit.

Each time he probed he brought a little gasp of pleasure from each girl. Both twats were satisfactorily warm and moist. They were ready and he smiled in a pleasant manner. It had been such a long time since he'd had two naked girls with him in the same room and each wanting him to fuck them, but in different ways. He was used to sex because he had fucked his wife almost once a night for as long as they'd been married. He'd even sneaked around quite a bit getting a strange piece from a few of the over-sexed and under fucked neighborhood ladies, but this, wow, he thought, this was too much.

"Face each other," he ordered crisply, glaring in a military manner at the two girls, as if he were used to giving commands and having them obeyed.

Wondering what he was up to, the girls obeyed and faced each other. "Jo I want you to play with Barbara's cunt while she plays with yours. You can rub tits together while you're playing around, too. And, I want to see you both kissing each other. Don't be afraid to suck each other's tongue either." He grinned broadly as he continued, "Keep it up until I tell you to stop. This way I'll know there's no jealousy between you. I don't want any hard feelings at all." He was mainly directing his words to Barbara but he looked at each girl, one at a time. "No jealousy at all," he added for emphasis. As the girls faced each other he grinned again, his white teeth flashing. "I want you both to understand that the only hard thing coming between you both will be my stiff cock and you both better remember that."

The girls, now standing in front of him, squatted a little, so they could spread their legs, each reaching for the other's moist cunt. They pressed their full breasts together, moving them slightly. Their red mouths came together and they began sucking tongues, noisily. It was only a matter of a few seconds before each of them were emitting low animals moans that seemed to come from deep within their throats. Mr. Collins inspected both cunts closely, making sure that each girl was fingering the other properly. He looked at their moving tits, and made sure their tongues were inter-twined.

"Okay," he said, stepping in when the moans became much louder. "Better break it up now. I don't want you to get carried away."

The girls stepped back and turned to face him, their eyes glazed, their breathing heavy. He spread his own legs wide apart. "Both of you! Get down on your knees between my legs," Eagerly both girls obeyed. "Jo, I want you to suck my cock for ten seconds while

Barbara plays with my balls. Then you'll have your turn, Babs. Remember ten seconds and then both of you go to it. Get ready, get on your mark, ... go!"

Jo had already taken his huge prick in her small hands and was greedily licking the flange of it. She didn't even try to think about the right or wrong of it or how she felt. Her only desire was to please this man standing in front of her. She sensed that by pleasing him she would be giving herself pleasure. And at this moment pleasure was the only thing that mattered. She was vaguely aware that Barbara was fondling her father's hairy balls and that he was groaning with pleasure, too. It only drove her on to fast action. Jo got the head of his cock in her tiny mouth and began inching down the shaft. She brought her mouth back to the wide head, sucked it, then began working down the shaft once more.

Momentarily, Mr. Collins held her head steady while he fucked her mouth. The moistness of her warm mouth was all around the head of his cock and her tongue was busy tickling the opening at the end of his enormous bulb.

"Time's up," he gasped, knowing he couldn't take much more, and Jo reluctantly removed her mouth from his prick. It hadn't been bad at all she was able to think now. When he'd first suggested it she thought she might refuse but she got carried up into the passion of the thing and she had acted without will of her own. This man could do that to her! Where she had doubts before, now she knew she'd do anything to have him fuck her in her pussy. God, how it ached so with such need! He could satisfy that need. He could give her what she wanted! Jo gave one last kiss to the cock before pulling her mouth away. Barbara, who by now, was beside herself, her passion causing her to squirm and moan, immediately grabbed for the huge cock.

When she had the rigid rod in her hand she gobbled it with lustful slobbering sounds. Jo reached for Mr. Collins' balls, liking the way they felt to her. As she fondled the velvety nuts lovingly Barbara began sucking him fiercely and he uttered a pleading cry of anguish. "Wait, Hold it! Just hold it one fucking minute!" He jerked his prick from his daughter's reluctant lips. "I don't want to come again like this. I want us all three to come together at the same time. Let's move to it, kids. To the bed and away.. !" He bellowed the last out like a bull pawing in heated lewdness.

Both girls were feverish with excitement and they followed him into the bedroom and crawled into bed without any protest. He crawled in and lay on his back, the two girls at each side. "Jo put that sweet-smelling cunt of yours over my head, and face my feet. Babs, you get on your hands and knees, and straddle my body with your ass toward Jo. That way you can suck me and

Jo can be licking your juicy twat at the same time. It'll give us some good old variety. We'll all get our kicks this way. Just you wait and see. It'll be great!"

Jo looked curious. She asked, "But what about me?" She hadn't yet figured out what was going to happen. She'd never done anything but straight fucking before with the young boys in the area.

"Honey," Mr. Collins answered her patiently, "just lower that sweet smelling pussy of yours on my mouth and my big tongue will let you know how you're going to be taken care of." He paused, to catch his breath, and added, "When either of you feel an orgasm starting, please signal. We'll try and come at the same time."

"But," Barbara protested, "when are you going to screw me with that big beautiful hard cock again? In my pussy, the old fashioned way, I mean?" She protruded her lips in a mischievous pout.

"In time, my dear darling sexy daughter, in due time. I'll be fucking every hole you have before this day is over. Just you wait and see. I'll loosen up that virgin pussy so that it won't be sore tomorrow in case I want to go back for seconds."

Showing the wild excitement that was building up in them, the girls assumed their positions. Jo straddled his head and eased her hot cunt down to his awaiting mouth. He started lapping at it immediately, sending his tongue flicking like a snake into the wetness of it. Barbara had already moved into position over his hips and had his hot throbbing cock in her warm mouth. She lapped at the pulsating red knob of the head of it as she felt Jo testing out her pussy. Barbara knew it would be only a minute or two before Jo started probing with her hot quick tongue and Barbara shivered with anticipated delight, God, she said silently, it was going to be great! She was surprised that Jo was fitting into the excitement of the thing so easily. Now all she would have to do was explain to the girl that this man was really something. But, he is my own father! The thought was driven from her mind as the trio now went to work furiously. Moans and groans of delight filled the air of the farm house. Jo cried out when the big hot tongue of the man below her found the moist hole and dove into it. She was beyond caring whether or not her conscience was bothering her. To hell with it, she decided. She wanted to tell him how wonderful it felt, but her own tongue was busy dipping into Barbara's juicy, aroma-filled cunt, She couldn't speak at all. She could only grunt with an almost insane pleasure, Barbara was having a wonderful time herself, Holding the thick shaft of her father's prick with one hand, she played with his smooth hairy balls with the other and she sucked his cock with passion. She uttered deep cries of delight as she went about her amorous chore. "Oh, wow!" she repeated it but the sound came out muffled as she worked her mouth around the hot cock.

Mr. Collins responded to his daughter's every suck with an appreciated gasp of delight and upthrust of his ass. He pushed his hard tongue as far as he could up into the beautiful cunt above him, savoring the sweet hot juices he conjured up, with his tongue.

Jo suddenly gave a loud moaning sound that almost sounded like a groan. She started working her twat fiercely over his face. The other two sensed she was getting ready to come and stepped up their own actions. Barbara felt her father's cock beginning to swell up in her mouth, and she commenced a quick slurping action on the rosy head of his throbbing organ.

"Glub, slurp," the voice sounded like coming out, but Barbara was really saying, "Good, great!"

Jo was lapping away at Barbara's moist box, causing Barbara to shove her ass backwards and upwards to help along the process. The trio increased their movements and the peak was nearing. It was just a matter of seconds now before the trio would be exploding.

And, when Barbara felt the first warm squirt of her father's orgasm explode into her mouth, she swallowed it greedily, then forced the shaft of his cock down into her throat as far as possible. She started to breath raggedly through her nose so she wouldn't gag while gulping the rest of his hot semen.

Both girls were peaking now. Their muffled cries of pleasure made the moment more intense

Their moans blended together and Jo pressed hot cunt down on Mr. Collins' face and worked her moisture back and forth along his face, He lifted his head and thrust his tongue up her twat as far as he could, liking the reaction he found in the young girl posed above him. "Ohhhh," she mumbled between licks at Barbara's cunt, trying to breath and moan at the same time.

Barbara kept her father's cock in her mouth while she had her orgasm. Jo leaned far forward and pressed her entire face against Barbara's cunt, darting her tongue in and out and on each out stroke she sucked the wad of clitoris into her warm and hungry mouth, then tickled the tip of the protuberance with her tongue.

This movement caused Barbara to scream out as she choked on the huge cock still spurting into her throat. She had stiffened her own body when Jo's tongue went all the way in, forcing a searing climax almost immediately.

Barbara tried to cry out again, but the force of the semen hitting her in the throat and filling her mouth prevented her from making further sounds.

Jo was snorting out her nose and the force of air only added to the intense excitement Barbara was experiencing as the hot breath hit her in the naked ass. She screamed and clamped down on the huge red cock deep in her throat, almost swallowing it.

The two girls slumped exhausted onto the big man as the climax seared through them both. It seemed to last forever but when it ended, all three were completely satisfied, weak and spent. The two girls lay in position for a long moment then tumbled off the huge man, one on each side. He sighed in deep contentment, then patted each girl in happy satisfaction. The girls were still breathing deeply and when they seemed to have caught their breaths, he sat up, and announced in a deep voice, "I'm going to take a piss. You girls better wash those pussies so we can have us a ball later on." He reached down and fondled his limp placid organ, and added, "I don't think I'll have a problem getting it up again. Not with two hot lovers like you." With this he got up and left the room.

Barbara reached over with one hand and patted Jo on the bare stomach. She let her hand remain in position and said, "It was really something, wasn't it, sweetie? Don't you just love him?"

Jo nodded silently before answering, "Yes," the sound was drawn out. "Yes, it really was something. I didn't think I could go, well yon know. I just didn't think I'd ever enjoy something like this so much."

Mr. Collins interrupted the conversation as he returned from the bathroom. He crawled up on the edge of the bed and sat facing the two girls. "You gals better get washed up. I like clean cunts." His grin took the reprimand out of his statement.

The two girls got up and went into the bath-room. After they'd returned he lay between them. Almost instantly their hands went to his cock. He turned and kissed Barbara and put her head on his shoulder. Next he kissed Jo and put her head on his other shoulder. The tits of each girl pressed up hard against his body and he liked the feel of them pushing into him.

"Did you like the first activity on the program," he asked.

"It was gorgeous!" Barbara exclaimed with a lot of enthusiasm. "Just beautiful! I can hardly wait to see what else is on for us."

Jo didn't say anything but she smiled contentedly and made an audible sigh.

Mr. Collins looked at her a long moment before he said, his voice full of enthusiasm, "Next on the program is some tall and fancy fucking, the old-fashioned way, with me trying to take care of two hot cunts in one night. How does that sound?"

Jo finally spoke, "Do you mind if I don't participate in it yet? I, uh, just don't know."

"Hey, sounds great," Barbara giggled. "It gives me a chance to get taken care of twice, the old fashioned way, that is.

"I'm ready to have that glorious prick shoved up my little old hard up pussy. It's aching with desire, you know." Mr. Collins leaned over and patted it. "In a little while, my darling daughter. In a little while."

CHAPTER SIX

Barbara reached and grasped her father's cock in her hands. It took just two squeezes before it was rigid again. She couldn't believe this man.

He crawled over and was getting on top of her. She immediately spread her legs wide. He knelt in between them, his cock sticking straight out and up. She reached for it, as he came down on her. She steered it into the warm depths of her cunt, a loud moan of joy escaping her lips.

"Give it to me, daddy! Fuck me! Fuck the hell out of me!"

He drove his prick in up to the hilt. She felt his balls bang against her ass and gave a gasp of pleasure. The small impact thrilled her through and through. She was delighted that she wasn't a bit sore. She'd always been told that she would be sore the first few times.

He began a circular, in and out motion, precise and delightful to Barbara. Her father was a real pro, she decided.

"Ooooooo!" she screamed, "It feels so wonderful. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me harder!"

She clutched him about the shoulders frantically. Opening her mouth wide, she cried out in sheer joy. She tried to brace her feet on the bed and thrust her ass up harder to meet his downward prods. Moments later, her beautiful legs were waving in the air above his back.

He was working faster now, plunging his cock down into the deep furnace-like recesses of her cunt in short, hard jabs.

Making little whimpering sounds, Jo was scrambling around on the king-sized bed watching Mr. Collins fuck his daughter. Jo was like a puppy sniffing at a rabbit hole. She craned her neck, peering up between their legs. The whimpering sounds increased as she watched his cock being shoved up into Barbara's cunt, watched his balls banging against the other girl's twat. The whimpering became almost a sob when Barbara arched her beautiful blonde cunt in an effort to receive more of her father's cock.

"Ohhhh, wow!" Barbara moaned.

Jo began to drool a little. She crawled up to their wriggling hips to see if she could glimpse the action from that angle. But Mr. Collins had his prick too deeply embedded in Barbara's pussy All Jo could see was Mr. Collins' pubic hairs blending with Barbara's blonde ones, but still, it was a sight to behold.

Jo crawled farther and watched Mr. Collins' hand fondling one of Barbara's tits. She wanted to cry, it was so wonderfully exciting. Her wet drool increased. She looked up at Barbara and saw that the other girl's eyes were open, but they were glazed and Jo knew that she was seeing nothing--so deep was her concentration on being screwed.

Barbara opened her mouth and pulled down her father's head. They began to suck tongues, and Jo scrambled up close to watch the operation. They went at it fiercely, but at length Mr. Collins pulled his tongue out and began to murmur to his daughter. Jo put her ear close, straining to listen.

"Am I giving you a good fuck my dear?" he asked.

"Oh, daddy, you know you are. You're the best, the very best."

"That beautiful blonde cunt of yours belongs only to me now. At least for the time being."

"Oh yes, daddy, my cunt belongs only to you, but I wish you'd give it more attention."

"I will, baby, I promise. You are going to get all you want while you're here. You just wait and see. I'll be balling you every day."

"That isn't fair," Jo sobbed, her voice trembling, "It isn't fair at all." She wanted to be fucked too. Now she wanted it so very badly. The two fuckers were breathing hard now, working at each other furiously. Mr. Collins had shortened his strokes and was driving his prick in faster. Barbara had arched her cunt up and was holding it there for long moments. Both were moaning and crying out. It was such an exciting moment for them all.

Jo knew they were about to come. She couldn't take it any more. Her entire body was on fire with aroused passion. She reached down between her legs and shoved a finger up her moist cunt playing with her clitoris. She intended to have an orgasm when the two others did.

Barbara was writhing about furiously now. and screaming with passion.

"Daddy! Oh, daddy! I'm coming! God, I'm coming, my sweet daddy. Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Screw me! Drive it in all the way. Grind it in!"

Mr. Collins was doing just that. He had his prick in so far the head of it was nudging his daughter's womb. His own orgasm was reaching its peak. He knew he'd be shooting his load into her soon.

"Your beautiful blonde cunt is going to get it. Right now!" And he began spurting his hot semen up deep into her bowels.

Barbara shrieked with joy, so much joy, she wrapped her legs tighter and then threw her arms around his chest and yanked his head down to meet her flickering tongue. She tried to pull him into her, inside her. She wanted all of him. in her.

They came beautifully, and so did Jo. Her finger had gone to work at just the right time. She peaked, came and cried out with excitement, lying flat on her back, finger-fucking herself. Mr. Collins and Barbara slowly relaxed. They smiled at each other. Barbara said, "It was a wonderful fuck, daddy. I enjoyed every second of it. I mean every inch of it," she added grinning. "No more than I did. That blonde pussy of yours can sure stimulate a man into doing his best. And, I care enough to give my very best."

"Oh, daddy, that's corny."

"It may be corny, but its the truth."

They turned their heads and saw Jo. She still had her hand between her legs and was looking at them glazedly, not really seeing them. Mr. Collins smiled, "Did you finger-fuck your-self my young friend?" She nodded silently. "Did you have an orgasm?"

Again she nodded.

"Good. You can go back home if you want. I'll pay you your wages first though. I don't guess you'll be needed anymore today."

Jo looked at him a moment, fear on her face, and said, her voice trembling, "Didn't I please you?"

Mr. Collins smiles, "Certainly you did. And you have a job here as long as my wife's in the hospital. It's just that I'd like to be alone with Barbara now. We have a lot of catching up to do and we'll want to take a nap a while, too." Now Jo smiled. She looked toward Barbara and said, "You're very nice and I appreciate the things you said to me."

Barbara returned her smile.

"I'd like to come over and visit you before you go back to school," Jo said this and then lowered her eyes, as if afraid Barbara would read something in her face.

"You can come over anytime, Jo. Anytime at all. Just give me a ring and I'll be waiting for you. There's a few more things I could probably teach you."

Now Jo looked up and into Barbara's face

She said, her voice soft, "I'd like to learn a lot of things from you and Mr. Collins."

As soon as Jo left, Barbara and her father lay in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep. Once in the night Barbara awakened and her thoughts drifted to the school and to Mr. Barton She could sure show him now. She'd get him fired or something. At least he wouldn't get her cherry now. And with this thought in mind, she didn't awaken the rest of the night once she had fallen back to sleep.

When she did awaken, Barbara felt a pleasing sensation in her loins. She raised slightly and saw that her father was kissing her moist pussy. "What a way to wake up," she said.

He didn't answer. His thrusting tongue and suctioning lips were too busy.

"Ohhhhh , .. ooooh, daddy!" Barbara moaned shuddering with bliss, when, less than a minute after he'd begun licking her sex-slick cleft, he mashed his lips to her swollen labia and sucked hard; she felt a tugging sensation all the way up inside her fluttering belly. "Uhhhh, yessssss! Suck, oh yes, suck!"

Abruptly Mr. Collins reversed the action. Instead of sucking, he maintained the airtight seal and blew his hot breath into the girl's palpitating vagina.

"Oh wow!" Barbara wailed, startled by his unexpected action.

He ignored her outcry and squirming, instead he went on blowing into her cunt. Barbara could feel her stomach swelling as her vagina expanded to the limit. In effect, he had made a balloon of her elastic sheath, and once the girl realized she wasn't going to burst, the sensation of utter fullness delighted her.

"Ahhhh!" she squealed, her lips drawing back over her white teeth and her entire body quaking.

Barbara was hovering on the verge of orgasm, but her father didn't let up. He kept on puffing air into her tunnel until she exploded ... exploded with such a climax that she raised up off the bed in the excitement of it.

"Wheeeee ... ! her shriek echoed throughout the entire house.

"How was that, baby?"

"Oh. Daddy, it was the best way in the world to wake up."

"I thought you'd like it." he paused, looked at her a long time, and said, "How is your love box this morning, anyway? Are you sore?"

"Not very. A little I guess, but it's all worth it. Oh, wow it was good. If I'd known it was this good I'd have let you do it a long time ago."

He smiled and reached out and patted her.

"Daddy, do you want to get your nuts off, too?"

"Not now. I have to pee first. Hey," he said suddenly, "How'd you like to go to the bathroom with me?"

"Great idea."

"Maybe we can take a shower together. Would you like to do that?"

Barbara happily agreed to the idea.

Mr. Collins laughed, picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.

"I hate to say this," Barbara said a bit shyly, "but I'm about to pee my pants. But considering I don't have pants on, I guess I'd just say I'm having difficulties holding it. Can I go first?"

"Go ahead," he replied. "I won't bother you. Or least until you're finished."

She blushed a little, but sat down on the commode, and he watched her, listening as she tinkled into the water. After she was through, she raised her ass and wiped herself carefully.

"Now you," she said, after she had gotten up off the commode.

"Oh no," he replied. "Anyway, I don't really have to. Not really."

"Don't give me that!" she said, laughing, "We were both in that bed a long time. Besides you were the one who suggested it."

"You don't want to really watch me, do you?" be seemed embarrassed. "Yes," she told him frankly. "I've always wanted to watch. I used to sneak around and hide so I could watch you. Isn't that awful?" He decided that it wasn't awful at all, and he told her so. Though it embarrassed him slightly, he moved up to the toilet.

It gave Barbara a warm sense of intimacy to share these moments with him. She wasn't sure of why, except that going to the bathroom was a personal thing--even more personal than having sex.

Mr. Collins took his relaxed penis and aimed it at the center of the toilet.

"Can I hold it for you? I always wanted to when I was a little kid."

"Sure, if you like."

She reached over and held his cock as he released his urine. A heavy yellowish stream struck the water in the bowl. "My, you had a lot!" she remarked as he kept on pissing into the bowl. "I have to admit I had to go," he said, his face not flushed anymore. After his stream stopped flowing, he told her, "Shake my cock a few times, but don't get any on you."

She shook his organ dutifully, casting off the last few drops of urine. "Now, let's get into that warm shower," she said in a subdued anticipation. In the shower, he soaped her, one portion of her body at a time, and let her rinse off. He found it especially pleasurable to handle her large pliant breasts when they were coated by thick, slippery soapsuds. Her soapy buttocks yielded a similar thrill. But the greatest sense of luxuriant softness was obtained when he soaped the wiggly plushy lips of her cunt.

She giggled while he did all this, and a carnal desire gradually increased within her. This was entirely untainted by any sense of guilt or shame. She enjoyed her father; she knew that nothing she would say or do was out of place with him.

"Feels good, huh?" he said, knowing it pleased her for him to be doing this.

Now she applied soap to her father's body, as he had done to hers. It was so exciting to rub his manly chest and his straight, firm middle. Most exciting of all was the feeling she got was fondling his soap-lubricated cock and balls--especially when his hose-like penis began to stiffen and stand out, gradually turning into a strong rod of iron in her hands.

"Isn't it something?" she asked, more to herself than to him.

He smiled and nodded.

After his cock stuck out rigidly, she reached around behind him and soaped his buttocks. She ran her sudsy fingers up and down the crack between them, and caressed his firm ass-cheeks. Finally he turned from her and started turning to and fro to let the pelting shower rinse the soap off his body.

His dick remained rigid, and she couldn't resist dropping to her knees and sucking it for a moment or two, as the shower water streamed down on both of them. It felt so good to be hit in the face with the stinging spray as she swallowed his cock.

They romped out of the shower and dried each other at the same time, until their bodies glowed. Mr. Collins managed to hold his erection, and it was still in fine shape as they ran into the bedroom and tumbled onto the large, comfortable bed.

He turned Barbara onto her back and made a feast of her adorable body, starting with her full breasts and working his way down to the delightful territory between her legs. He licked her smooth thighs, ran his tongue through the silken hair that surrounded her slash, then opened her with his thumbs and spent a great deal of time licking the rosy, bruised, moist lips of her vulva. His tongue tickled the slick, fragrant flesh, invaded her tight hole, and lapped against the quivering lips of her swollen clitoris.

"Oooh, daddy!" she cried. "You're making me so damned hot!"

"Why don't you prove to me how hot you are?" he suggested, quickly flopping onto his back.

She nodded and responded by hopping onto her knees and bending to kiss him on the feet, then the ankles and calves, as her voluptuous titties hung down and quivered, their firm little brownish tips dragging erotically against his skin.

"Hmmmmm!" he sighed, his breath blowing out softly and long.

She raised her head and asked, "You like?"

"I like," was all he said.

When she reached his genital area, she licked his nuts quite thoroughly while his cock stuck straight up and quivered with excitement. Then her fluttering tongue moved up and down his stalk. Finally she pursed her lips around the tip of his dong and sucked gently while she waggled her tongue back and forth. For Mr. Collins, the sensation was more than superb.

"Feel good?"

"Man, yeah," he replied.

When she was ready to mount him, he suggested that she face his feet. She did so, and he enjoyed the privilege of watching his cock forge its way into the rosy oval mouth of her vagina, then disappear inside her as she let herself all the way down on it. As she twisted and pumped, he watched her brownish red asshole wink between her white rubbery buttocks, and he watched her cunt massage his shaft, alternately releasing most of it and claiming it again.

"Hmmmmm!" she moaned softly, ecstatically.

She leaned forward and looked back between their bodies to watch the exciting spectacle, also. The visual stimulation enhanced the tactile thrill, and they both built steadily toward a climax.

When they were about halfway to their goal, Mr. Collins sat up. He pushed Barbara forward, toward the foot of the bed. She fell onto her elbows, and he rose to his knees. His cock remained inside her. He resumed stroking, smacking his belly against her resilient ass.

He ran both hands underneath her so that he could play with her quivering titties and her swollen clitoris at the same time. He kept stroking his firm hard cock in and out of her snatch.

It was more than a sense of physical pleasure that she felt. There also was a wonderful feeling of freedom and human warmth. She was with a man, her father, in a way that permitted her to enjoy him completely and to enjoy her own sensual capacity also, without worries, or fears, or false thoughts of guilt. Yes, she decided, it was a wonderful feeling.

This was the way human beings were meant to be with one another, she believed. In all the years she had saved her maidenhead she'd thought that it had to be given to the one she loved. Since no one had come along that was more important to her than her father, she was glad now, so glad, that she had been able to give it to him.

She felt the climax within her building up, yet it wasn't a frenzy-like feeling, it was more of a warm, sensuous build-up. She was able to think clearly and still enjoy the good screwing she was getting now. Evidentially her father enjoyed going in the rear way, like a dog, she thought.

When she and her father drew close to a mutual climax, he lifted one of her legs and deftly twisted it over his head so that she came to rest on her back. His prick, still hard as iron, miraculously had remained in her snug little socket, and it had given her a fine voluptuous sensation as she had pivoted on it.

She moaned her pleasure.

Her father grunted.

"Oh, daddy!" she said suddenly, "You're so good with me. I could stay here forever."

"I know, sweet," he managed to say, "but all good Things have to come to an end at one time or the other. We'll just enjoy each other while we have a chance."

She nodded, trying to understand.

He fucked her with straight, strong, deep-reaching strokes, and she pumped her pussy against him. He remained propped on his arms in order to watch her tits shake and her face contort passionately.

"God, you're good," she couldn't help repeating herself. He was good, so good.

"Get it, baby!" he husked, "Get it now. I can't hold it much longer."

"Right on!"

He speeded up, driving his hard cock into her at breathless speed. In and out his cock pumped like the long arm of a steam driven engine.

Barbara threw her ass into gear, at least she said this to herself and then giggled even in the sight of her intensified goal.

"Wow wee!" she shouted out, like a wild Indian on the warpath.

"Come on, daughter of mine," her father echoed, his voice drawn out.

"Oh, I'm cominnnnnnnng!" she panted. "I'm gonna ... have it! Ooooh, daddy, oh dad--deeee! Lover! Oooooooh you big ... hard ... fucking, loving man! Oh, my, oh my," she squealed.

She climaxed jarringly against him, her sweet cunt clutching his cock, its muscles rippling elastically up and down. His hard penis jerked and jumped and jetted his hot semen into her. They clung to each other and vibrated for long blissful moments.

Afterwards she murmured, "Oh, daddy, you fuck so good, so good!" She covered his face with warm appreciative kisses.

He kissed her neck and ears and nose and mouth. His hot tongue dipped between her lips, and she sucked on it delightedly.

Finally he climbed off her, and they lay side by side. He took her hand in his. He gave her hand a little squeeze and she returned it.

"I'm glad you took my cherry. I'd gladly give it to you over and over," she said softly, as if to herself. God, he was her man.

"I'm glad I got it, too," he said, just as softly.

He kissed her, and she had the feeling that she would never suffer from sexual frustration again. He would always be available to satisfy her. With this thought in mind, she drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was late in the afternoon when Barbara awoke. She raised up on one elbow and looked at the sleeping figure of her father. He looked so peaceful and relaxed. In all her life she'd never dreamed that sex could be so good. How could she ever meet a man that would be as good as her father was in bed? She didn't know, but she hoped that she would someday.

Mr. Collins opened his eyes and stared at her. When he finally smiled, he said, "How about some food? I feel as hungry as a what-ever-you-want-to-call-it."

"A horse ...?"

"Or a bear," he added. "Let's get us some breakfast or lunch or dinner. Whatever."

"Anything you want, daddy. I'll fix it."

After they had eaten, her father suggested "We ought to go visit your mother, I guess." Barbara agreed.

At the hospital, they visited and while they were talking, her mother told her about a boy in a private room down the hall.

"He's only eighteen and he's been badly burned. He doesn't even want to live. One of the nurses was telling me about it. He thinks he'll be scared for life and that no girl will ever look at him again."

Barbara immediately became concerned. She'd wanted to be a nurse for so long. Maybe there was something she could do to cheer him up.

"Can I go visit him?" she asked.

Her mother called the desk and talked to the head nurse. Smiling, she hung up the telephone. "Sure, honey. The nurse said go ahead."

The boy in the room was unable to sleep and he lay staring at the ceiling. A feeling of depression was so strong around him that he had wished earlier that he could die. He didn't want to go around the rest of his life with a face so ugly with scar tissues.

The opening of the door interrupted his thoughts. He didn't turn because he figured it was just another nurse in to give him an injection for the constant pain he felt. Then he heard the lock click. Now, he turned, knowing no nurse on duty would lock the door from the inside. "Who's there?" he called out.

His question was met with silence, so he called out again, "What do you want?" Barbara answered in her most sultry voice, "How is our handsome young patient tonight?" The boy turned his head a bit farther, trying to hold back the pain the movement caused. He started to say, "Fuck you," but he held back the harshness and the bitterness that he felt. Through the swath of bandage he tried to see who the girl was.

"Hey," he said, his voice more calm, "You're not one of the nurses." He smiled now, for the first time in a long time. "God, you have lovely hair--so soft and shiny."

"I am a nurse, a student nurse that is. I brought in some warm water to bathe you." And she had, she'd gotten a pan of warm water from the lavatory next door.

"I've had a bath already but I wouldn't mind a second one." Down deep inside he felt a warmth creeping through his loins and settling in his cock.

With some skill, Barbara rolled him over onto his side, facing the wall. She lifted up his gown. He waited to feel the warm wet cloth the other nurses used, but instead he felt her warm hands on his skin. It was an exciting feeling for him. One he hadn't experienced in a long time, but he still remembered enough about the last time to take advantage of it.

Barbara worked her hands up his spine then back down to knead at his buttocks. By now his cock was a throbbing mass of hardness. He knew he couldn't take much of this. Barbara sensed it too and rolled him over on his back. She caressed his stomach with her firm hands, working all the time around his erect cock, as if ignoring it. When she finally touched it, the rigid object trembled in anticipation. She clasped it firmly in her hand and lowered her head to it. She placed her moist lips around the bulging knob of the throbbing organ, then she swallowed it deeply. Now she raised up and looked at him, "Like this?"

"Hmmm," he said, his voice low, "Just what the doctor ordered."

"Amen," she said, dipping her head for another suck at his cock. This time she let the length of the prick go into her throat. She held it there a moment, then let her tongue curl around it and tickled the underside of the throbbing organ as she brought her head back up. Now, she gripped it at its base, and squeezed. It was so big! Up went her hand, past swollen veins, along its proud length to just below its swollen head, where she lingered. She squeezed below the head and watched the wetness at the tip grow.

He moaned loudly and reached out with a free hand and clutched at her hair.

Delicately she licked the wet drop from the head, then dug the tip of her tongue into his little opening. She kissed and nuzzled along its length, breathing on him hotly. She made warm, animal noises in her throat and heard him respond.

She tickled it with her tongue along its base, up the sides, and back down again to bury her hps in his crinkly pubic hair. She lifted his balls and held them tenderly as she licked them. She opened her mouth wide and took one, carefully inside, loving the feeling of its movement in her mouth.

Suddenly she took the head of his prick in her mouth again, sucking strongly, running her tongue around it, moaning like an animal. She could taste the semen which had gathered there since her last suck. His body tightened and his fingers pulled at her hair. She moved her body up on the bed and twisted around so he could get his stiff finger into her moist pussy. She had taken her panties off before she came in and all she had on was a mini, now up over her hips. When his finger found its way inside her she moaned loudly.

She lowered her mouth again, opening her cheeks over the prick's breadth and her throat down its length, slipping her wet lips up and down, lingering with her tongue on the head to swirl deliciously, then plunging down again to bury it in her throat.

But she was further along than the boy was. He was too good with his finger; he knew just what to do, it seemed to her.

She moaned, her mouth full, as her body began the over-whelming puppet-dance of orgasm. The ache was too strong to be satisfied this way, no matter how good it felt. She let it build for a moment, grinding her cunt on his sweet wet hand until she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she exploded. She tried to hold it back. Her job, she realized, was to satisfy this poor boy, not to satisfy herself. At least she had to give him a reason for wanting to live.

She raised up off the cock and looked at him. Then she said, "You just lay still. I'm going to straddle you. I know it must hurt you to move, so just lay completely still. Let me do all the work."

She straddled his prone body, careful not to touch his chest or shoulders that were so painfully burned. Reaching under her, she grasped his long cock and swished the erect prong against her wetness, loving the noises it made. She rubbed the head against her clit until she'd regained the level of pleasure she had felt before. Already she was coming. Her stomach grew weak with desire and she let herself fall ... fall, slipping down its great, gleaming length until she writhed on it in mindless, greedy abandon. She was coming now, as its size filled her pussy. She melted in ecstasy, shivered through a series of pleasure-waves until she couldn't keep her voice under control. She felt the scream coming up from her chest and she clenched her teeth tightly and the sound was a muffled shriek, filling the room, echoing off the walls and the ceiling. Then controlled, she uttered, "I'm coming. God, coming. Oh, wow, coming, coming, coming." Everything went red and black and she quivered and plunged into the depths of her orgasm, mindless of time or place. When she regained her senses she rose from his cock, hearing the sweet suction. As his enormous cock came away from the place in which it had supplied so much pleasure, she knelt again between his legs.

She took it into her mouth, loving the taste of her own juice. She ran her wet lips up and down it, knowing that softness was what he needed, first. Gentle, soft sucking, and maybe some psychological warfare.

"I love doing this," she told the boy. She knew it wouldn't last long.

"Man, oh man!" he gasped out. He held her head, easily this time, but guiding her movements on him. She could feel what he wanted through the sounds he made. It wouldn't be long.

And it wasn't. "Ohhhhh," he yelled, helpless in the early stages of his orgasm. "Ohhhhh!"

His pelvis jerked, throwing his huge cock up into her. She tried to cushion everything with her lips, but his movements were wild now. Cruelly he jammed his enormous organ into her throat. His moans were louder than hers had been. She loved it, that gigantic passing in and out of her mouth.

She felt the hot gush with her tongue, first on an outstroke, and she was ready for its re-entry, She sucked madly, swallowing automatically. It rammed again into her throat and she let it ram as far as it could, sucking and swallowing as it receded. Again, and again, and again, until her mind clouded with bliss. It was great. She felt her cunt contract and relax in a kind of sym-pathetic orgasm. She'd never believed that pos-sible--that she got herself off sucking a cock.

When he went soft, she crawled back up onto the bed and lay beside him. She reached for the soft cock and held it firmly in her hand.

"Wow," he moaned, "that was fantastic! But I got so excited I moved too much and now I'm a bundle of pain."

"I know, love, and I'm sorry." She stroked his limp cock until it started standing erect. "Is this better?" she asked softly.

"Yesss," he hissed, "I'm even forgetting the pain. Keep it up, you're better than that shot they've been shooting in my ass."

Barbara smiled and squeezed his cock harder and used more force as she pumped it up and down.

"Wow," he said, "You're good with your hands, and with your mouth, too."

Barbara continued to stroke his cock until the boy was sound asleep. Even after he was snoring lightly she continued to stroke the stiff organ, as if afraid to let it go. He was her first patient as a nurse, and she knew she'd chosen the right profession to enter into.

Much later, back at the farm, Barbara was dreaming, tossing and squirming. Everything was so funny, so fuzzy, and then the heat suddenly exploded in her loins. She groaned as she felt her cunt flame. Oh, God, it was so good! She awoke, looked down ever so slowly, her excitement growing as she saw her father's grey head pressed into her crotch. She moaned again and pushed her mound at his head. It was too ... too good. If he stopped, she wouldn't be able to stand it He knew so much, he was so good at this sort of thing.

She reached down and clutched at the sides of his head, purposely grinding her loosening gash at his fiercely sucking mouth. "Oh daddy, daddy, daddy," she groaned in pure ecstasy, writhing as he ran his thick tongue along each puffy cunt Bp in turn. Barbara felt her body shudder in pleasure. She would most surely die of happiness at that moment.

Her father fucked her hole meticulously with his tongue, stretching it as he did so, "Uh, uh, ah," Barbara sobbed happily, so good, she thought, feeling the beginning trickle of her own hot fluids. He snapped once, clamping his mouth in her clitoris like a vise and whipping it rapidly with his tongue, creating a flogging and a suction at the same time. She came in deep, grinding spasms, her whole pelvic region jerking deliriously.

The hot juices spilled out of her. She could feel his dear mouth, clamped all over her vagina, like a bulldog. It was one of the finest moments she had ever known. She felt fuzzy and sexy and food all at the same time. She gasped loudly, she was awake! Awake? Awake and fucking. Oh God, it was so good. She was fucking her father's mouth and he wouldn't let go. He just kept sucking, even though he knew she was awake. And ... oh, she was going to come again. She could feel it building, building ... "Oh, daddy, sweetheart," she moaned.

Mr. Collins pursued his advantage, taking her whole cunt into his mouth, and working wildly with his tongue. He felt her shudder again, and he was happy.

Barbara closed her eyes now and leaned her head back. She could hear the male animal down there, between her legs, and right now she loved being the victim.

Nothing could feel like this. She whimpered, arched her back, and discharged, but the building resumed almost immediately. One coming almost on top of another. God! Would it ever stop? She couldn't get enough, she was crazy with desire. Her father was moving, shifting his body around on the bed. She let her head flop over to one side, watching his body's progress. She opened her crotch wide, hoping that his grip would not slip while he licked her vagina toward another frenzied orgasm. She was aware of a quick feeling of panic and the tremors of a dark lust forming simultaneously. He was naked, and his stiff prick was jabbing her neck now, the hot, red knob searching for the warm, wet harbor of her gasping mouth, even as he sucked and flogged her trembling gash from the reverse position.

"Ummmmm," she half moaned and half whimpered, turning her head toward the stiff cudgel of flesh that begged entrance to her salivating mouth. She reached out with her mouth nibbling air, trying to gnaw at the head that was just out of reach.

Mr. Collins continued to perform acrobatic twists and turns within the quivering folds of her cunt. His tongue teased the snapping nether mouth with quick, lizard-like motions, causing her hot crotch to push itself at his punishing mouth, begging his administering head with small, fleshy, bumping motions. All the while he ran his stiff prick along Barbara's cheek, beneath her chin, and beside one ear. It bumped and teased her face, begged at her mouth as it touched a wet corner of her loose lips. He did not let her get at it. He wanted to tease her more. He realized, too, that her breathing was becoming more and more ragged, that she was thinking about how his erupting stalk of sex would be inside her nursing mouth.

When he felt a strong shuddering take command of her body, he jammed his nose into the crevice of her buttocks and fucked her vagina with a hard tongue. Her buttocks made a flopping sound on the bed, and she cried out as another orgasm softened her mind. "Ohhhhh!"

The cry was long and drawn-out. Taking ad-vantage of it, he shifted his body and slipped his pulsating hot, but disciplined cock into her open mouth, a simple but delicate maneuver which

Barbara had expected.

"Hmmm," she exclaimed quietly at the fleshy invasion. Both participants froze in place, with her father's throbbing organ resting on the soft cushion of Barbara's awaiting tongue.

As her lips closed on the jerking stalk, her father immediately fucked gently into the soft mouth. Barbara opened her mouth to take more of the moving prick inside, to suck as much of its great length as she could. She chewed the tense rod, caressing the sensitive gland with her greedy tongue, salivating over the hot flesh with such relish that Mr. Collins was forced to stop his happy task and rest his face on the bed between her stretched legs.

Now it was his turn to groan, and even sob deliriously as Barbara became a cannibal, running her lips along the fat cock, using them to feel and measure, to flutter along the ridges and full veins of the agonized penis. Once she tried to run her entire head upon it, pulling tightly on his flexing buttocks, but the rod was too much for her. She felt the twitching cockhead at the back of her throat, and still a handful of prick remained outside her stretching, lapping lips.

Her head flopped back, away from the quivering knob of velvet, until her sensuous lips surrounded the area directly behind the glans. Their trembling almost drove her father insane as she opened her mouth to talk around the pulsing knob. "Daddy, oh daddy," she chanted mindlessly, the lips clamping and releasing the head as she spoke.

"Ah, suck me, sweet daughter. Suck me!" He hissed impatiently, interrupting his own ragged, heavy breathing.

His words, combined with the erotic feel of the swelling prick inside her mouth, served to turn Barbara into a completely wanton bitch. More fluid trickled from her tingling hot cunt. She cried out in a banshee wail, sucking, chewing, chewing, and muttering around the straining penis. She slobbered savagely, actually trying to swallow the bursting knob.

Mr. Collins jumped and cried out at this un-predicted attack. Her voracious mouth and flashing tongue assaulted his vibrating stiff prick from every direction; its head, its shaft, even the dangling sac which held his fiery balls. His dark eyes rolled in his head and his handsome face banged weakly against the bed. Saliva ran from his dry lips and his breathing almost ceased as he tasted blood. He had bitten his own lip.

He heard himself calling out something, he thought it was her name, and then he screamed as the initial charge of racing semen rippled through his stiff penis like a white-hot bullet. The splash of warm sperm in her mouth drove Barbara to the summit of her now whorish passion. She used her tongue to rasp against the furiously pumping cock, causing more and more Jets to bolt from her father's trembling body. She swallowed deeply, still using her magic mouth to coax an even greater amount of come from the thrashing man. For a time, after his orgasm subsided, her father lay like a beached whale. Barbara kept his flesh in her friendly mouth, nursing it tenderly, as though it were a soft, warm bird.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Duringthe remainder of the night, Barbara had her pussy fucked so much she wondered why she'd kept herself a virgin for so long. She could hardly wait to get back to school now and tell Alicia all about it. Wouldn't her roommate be delighted. But, Barbara smiled, Alicia would probably want to visit the farm herself on her own vacation.

The next evening, Mr. Collins, always ready, asked, "Hey, want to see another movie?"

Barbara shrugged. "Might as well. I have to leave tomorrow and get back to school. I don't want to miss the mid-terms."

Now seated in the darkened den, she sipped at a cool drink, her father had made. The projector came to life and the tallest and most muscular built Negro she'd ever seen walked on camera. He was completely nude and when he turned toward the camera, she realized his cock was bigger than that of a large stallion and it wasn't even hard.

"God," Barbara said aloud.

"Does it excite you?" her father asked.

"Oh yes!"

"I call him the brute," her father explained. "My pet name for him."

On the screen, two men pulled a protesting woman out onto camera range. Evidentially, she had just gotten a look at the huge organ for the first time and didn't want to go through with her part of the bargain. At least that's what Barbara had decided. Any woman in her right mind wouldn't stand to be torn apart by such a monstrous thing.

The brute walked to her and pushed her down on the floor. The two helpers disappeared off camera. The woman writhed beneath his dead weight. He plucked one of her big tits like a piece of fruit. He bent and took it in his mouth. He sucked vigorously. The brute began to chew on the rubbery breast, enjoying the touch of the erect nipple against his tongue. His groping hand found and invaded the woman's fat cunt. It was dry, but he was sure he could change that.

The woman struggled feebly. She was no longer as intent on escaping as she was in trying to insure living and being fucked with no broken bones thrown in. The brute let go of her and she turned on her hands and knees and began to crawl off camera. The brute, on his hands and knees watched the woman's progress with a large smirk. He bellowed at the sky and threw himself at the large, feminine buttocks as they wobbled away from him. He aimed his big nose at the dividing line between the ample rounds of flesh, almost posing as he flew through the air. When it appeared that his face would bash into the retreating ass, the brute reversed his big frame and fell with a thump between her legs. He grasped her wriggling hips and lifted his bear-like mouth to engulf the hairy cunt. Using his tongue like a lash, he stroked the musky gash rapidly, making the pouting lips relax with the heat and moisture.

The woman stopped crawling. She was at first stunned, then began to moan and blink her eyes as the man's heated ministrations awakened the healthy nerves in the soft organ she liked to use as often as possible. She could hear the wet sucking sounds the monster was making. Her knees slipped outward, widening her crotch so that his ravenous mouth could eat more of her. She whimpered. The fear was leaving her, in spite of herself. Her vagina was beginning to drool into the monster's mouth, and he seemed to like it.

The brute, always one to enjoy himself, relished each second. This fat, odoriferous cunt was like a little sex animal within itself. The springy lips followed his tongue, and when he jammed it into the woman's hole, he thought her box was about to suck back at his mouth. He opened wider and took in all of her, the throbbing clitoris, gash, and full outer lips. He bit hungrily at the whole sexy pouch, then hard-tongued her hole rapidly, banging his bowling ball head at her crotch as he did so.

"God almighty!" the woman screamed, staring into the air with sightless eyes, even as she spread her legs to their widest degree and fell with her pelvis atop his face. With the brute's head on the floor beneath her freely running cunt, she swam like a fish out of water, fucking his face in the mindless motion of an agonizing orgasm. The fear she had felt moments before had only served to heighten the climax she now experienced. The brute, overcome with happiness, pulled his head away from the heavily flowing slit so that the camera could get a better view of an expert at work. Then he began again sucking tirelessly at the bountiful vagina that continued to undulate and bleed prolific fluids into his waiting mouth.

He lifted his head and got to his knees, wiping at his evilly glistening mouth as he acknowledged to the camera his conquest. He turned his globular head back to the woman, who lay sprawled on her stomach on the floor. Her rib cage contracted and expanded with her deep, satisfied breathing.

Now the brute turned back to his captive. The large, fleshy buttocks still rose and fell ever so slightly. He grinned in anticipation. By God, this one was appreciative. He liked that in his women. He chuckled deeply as he reached out and spread the large cheeks' at their lowest curvature. The tender folds of the cunt opened easily and his eyes went mad with lust as the woman scent emanated from her wet lower lips. The woman moaned and scooted the frontal lips of her vagina along the floor. The brute heard a sharp intake of breath and looked up into the frightened face of a second woman, who'd just been pushed into camera range. She was as young and full-bodied as the first. She had tried to back away from the spectacle of raw sex. Now that she saw the size of his enormous organ she acted as if she were mesmerized.

Or drugged, Barbara thought.

The brute just pushed her out of the way and turned back to the woman on the floor. He reached down and grasped her thighs, rolling her like a log until she flopped lightly on her back, her now fathomless eyes searching his face in great anticipation.

He straightened up but remained in the kneeling position. The big man moved a hand to his groin and fingered the monstrous cock.

The woman's eyes rounded in wonderment, and she actually raised her head from the floor, trying to get a better look at the largest penis she had ever seen. The engorged branch of masculine flesh seemed to breathe, pause, then stretch like an elephant's trunk. The woman's awed expression aroused the brute all the more. She shuddered in fear and anticipation. The great cylinder of erect tissue was beginning to shine with tension, making ready to probe her helpless, twitching hole. She whimpered with a mixture of horror and lust. The terrible cock would be merciless, but it could also be ... it would be ... and she couldn't think any further than that.

The big Negro laughed, and gripped his frightening penis with both hands, waving it over the woman's head. He squeezed the grotesquely thick length in his hands, and blood filled the apple-like head as it glistened in the spot lights. He bellowed with amusement and stood. His hairy naked body resembled that of a gorilla. He knelt at the woman's side and pushed his aching shaft to the nipple of one breast. The nipple twitched and the huge breast bobbed as he teased and jabbed with his knob. The brown nipple became erect under his attack, and the entire globe grew taut. The woman had closed her eyes as though in death. Her lips were parted and her breathing was quick and shallow. A heavy beading of perspiration had formed in droplets on her upper lip and forehead.

With a bound the huge brute was between her muscular legs. He stuck a thick finger into her cunt and fucked her rapidly, purposely rolling the finger around the walls of the already loosening vagina to prepare the way for the world's champion.

He placed the awful red knob at the woman's vaginal entrance and pushed. His throbbing stalk was of such length that it kept him a foot away from the prone body beneath him. Although he had given some force to his thrust, his cock had managed to get through only the outer lips. He took careful aim and shoved again. The woman grunted and her eyes flew open. His painfully bloated knob was but partially into the wet cunt, and his movement had actually slid the woman along the floor.

He grasped the woman's fleshy hips, so tighter that he brought a grimace to her face. She was too far along now; she had to have the giant cock, but it would be impossible. He would kill her. A short sob escaped from deep within her.

He twisted her like a wing nut, left and right, always pulling her toward him, trying to screw her cunt onto his immortal axle. The woman bit her lip and tears sprang into her eyes. Sympathetic juices were pouring from her organ, but to no avail. No lubricant in the world could ease the passage of this man's spear. The thing felt like a crocodile trying to crawl into her tortured slit.

Never ceasing the pressure, the brute stopped the twisting motion and pulled the cunt straight against his cock. The battered woman dangled like a rag doll, her legs flopping helplessly as he continued to ram her.

The woman was sobbing with pain, although he had managed to lodge but half his glans inside her agonized aperture. Her arms flailed the floor and her head tossed from side to side. She drew her head back and raised her knees up, trying to ease the pain by stretching her cunt to its widest. The raw lips peeled back, and she thrust her gaping mouth against the pulsating apple.

Encouraged by her assistance the giant Negro lurched forward again. His knob gained another inch. Fluids ran strongly from a wet cunt that seemed destined to tear, bathing the head and the forepart of his hard shaft. This wet trickle of hot desire infuriated him and he called for help.

The two men walked back on camera.

"Give me a hand," the giant Negro ordered, his manner that of command.

The woman's mouth pulled wide, her teeth showing in a smile of death. The big Negro lunged, and her back arched spasmodically, the curvature so extreme that the top of her head rested on the hard floor, far below her straining buttocks.

She twisted once in desperation, giving the brute another half-inch of her body, but she was still millimeters away from getting her agonized female orifice over the widest part of the mammoth cockhead. She cried out and her cunt flexed powerfully, pinching the Negro and prompting him to angrily curse the two men to faster action. One of the men locked his strong hands around one of the woman's ankles and his companion took the other. Wordlessly, they straightened her legs, jerking without mercy as they attempted to pull the reluctant cunt, like a tight, wet rubber glove, onto the blood-engorged pole.

"God," the woman screamed hysterically, her eyes bulging with pain. It felt as if the two men were trying to force a trunk of a giant tree far into her undersized womanly crevice.

The men ignored her screams, and the Negro closed his eyes in bliss, pleading for them to keep it up. He had felt her tortured chasm give a bit more round his sensitive knob and it brought him great pleasure.

The men continued to tug at the woman's legs until she was almost suspended above the stage. The awful tension in her vagina seemed to spread throughout her stomach. She babbled in an incoherent voice, her words running into each other as saliva ran freely from the corner of her mouth. Even her big breasts were almost pulled flat from the strain.

"That's it!" the brute yelled. "Oh my! That's it. I feel it giving. I'm going to make it. It's good. It's hot! Oh, Lordy, I'm going to make it."

The cunt had finally stretched over the largest part of his awesome red knob and was now traveling slowly along the shank of the stupendous prick, like a fat caterpillar, its angry red mouth hungrily devouring a succulent giant cucumber.

The woman's arms fell limply to her sides and she went into a partial coma, her eyes open and staring. The Negro gripped her large buttocks and pulled. The gobbling vagina turned inward as it was force fed the veined pole. Aided by the two men, his progress was steady.

Finally, the last five inches of cock shot home, bringing the woman to babbling, drooling consciousness. She twisted wildly, insane with sexual feeling, hoping she would die happily on the splitting shaft of the man-spear.

The brute Negro leaned back on his haunches, an expression of unequalled ecstasy on his face. "Oh, thanks babe. You're the best." He lifted her buttocks again and simply pushed and pulled her along the length of his shaft like a yo-yo.

Her fluids poured out and around the marauding penis. She felt as hollow as when she had given birth, but that sensation would never match this. She knew her body would be deformed forever. Nothing could close her up after this, but all she wanted now was the man's penis plunging in and out.

The Negro grinned like a coyote and moved the woman faster, using her easily, like a ripe, plump, masturbating machine. As he moved her like a toy, she began to contract her stomach muscles. The glide and flow of her hot flesh around his stalk was glorious. The pain had gone and she could feel only the sensation of a near orgasm on every stroke.

She contracted her muscles again, and her body swung up so that she actually rode the stiff prick while the brute supported her from a crouching position. Seeing the madness of hot sex in her eyes, he put his hands behind him and threw his legs forward, keeping his body suspended to give the woman all of his bayoneting cock.

She screamed in glory as she tried to commit suicide on the too-thick penis, her hair flying in all directions, her eyes squeezed closed, and her pelvis jamming itself down against the Dig man's hairy crotch. She then began to use her thighs to help her hungry cunt convulse against the man-tool, squeezing, milking, strangling it.

"Wow, fuck," the Negro said, staring at the contorting face and madly jiggling melons of flesh before him. The warning tingle had begun at the bottom of his sac, and the woman's eyes popped open as she stared at him with stupid incredulity. Her mouth opened, and her tongue shot out so extremely that the Negro could see her tonsils. She screamed loudly and eerily, like a gut-shot female panther. Her lips quivered and dripped saliva while she continued to shriek.

The Negro's groin was bathed in gushes of hot fluid that rippled over his balls in copious waves of unending orgasm. The female quivered deli-ciously while her ruined nerves cried out their demand for a mind-bending climax of endless cycles.

The shrieks and the expression on the woman's face prompted the Negro's ready stalk. "Uhghhh," he managed to grunt, as the monster prick fired a salvo of jigger-sized sperm loads into the hot and fecund female body. He no sooner drew his breath when his driving cock caused him to arch upward, driving the last half-inch into the woman's body. She responded with great trembling and a massive orgasm.

Barbara and her father were quiet as they watched in fascination and un-equaled spectacle come to a climax. They saw the joined bodies go through a final shuddering, with the wash of sex fluid running in rivulets from the meshed crotches and thighs, and then collapse in a mound of contorted, panting, agonized flesh.

Barbara had been sitting on the edge of the seat, not in an aroused state, but paying rapt attention. She felt she'd never seen anything like this in all her life. When the act was over, she leaned back into the softness of the seat and sighed. "Wow," she let the sound escape from her lips, "that was awful. What does that poor man do when he's hard up. Surely he can't find enough woman ..."

Mr. Collins spoke, "Yes, a man like that is to be pitied."

Barbara got up and stretched, "I guess tomorrow I'd better be getting back to the school." She didn't want to tell her father about Mr. Barton. It would only make matters worse. She had decided to solve her own problems. It was the only way.

Later, Mr. Collins and Barbara were nude in the bathroom. They showered together and then toweled each other briskly. Barbara stretched out on top of the bed, her father sat on the foot of the bed. He looked over her body, then got up and knelt beside the bed. For a long moment he knelt, feasting his eyes on Barbara's beautiful golden cunt. He reached down, found her clitoris with his thumb and caressed it. It stood out vibrantly stiff and hard.

Barbara closed her eyes in exquisite delight. "Ohhhh, Daddy! Oh, lover! You're torturing me."

Still he wasn't quite ready to give her what she wanted most. He bent down, tongued her clitoris for a moment, then dropped his head still farther and momentarily sucked the warm moisture of her cunt. He let his tongue slide from one end of the split to the other, exploring all crevices of the warm vulva.

Barbara tossed wantonly on the bed. She couldn't control her twitching and squirming. He was setting her on fire. Almost involuntarily she thrust up her ass to receive more of his tongue.

"Oh, Daddy!," she moaned, her voice pleading, "I can't stand it. Please fuck me."

Mr. Collins lifted his head and got on his knees between her wide open thighs. She reached out eagerly and seized his hard throbbing cock. Pull-it toward her, she opened her legs even farther apart, and placed the head of his rosy dong against the knawing lips of her pussy. Then, lifting her legs, she felt him enter her. His huge cock bore into her and she almost screamed out with the intensity of it.

"Talk to me," he growled.

"Oh yes. I love talking to you when you're fucking me. I love the feeling of your big, fat cock up inside my cunt. Give it to me, daddy. Give me all the cock you can. Fuck me harder."

Mr. Collins began fucking her harder and faster. He was grunting and growling like an animal. On his face a look of pure ecstasy appeared. He ground his prick into her with pistonlike force.

Barbara's head was rolling from side to side on the pillow. Her hips were churning. She thrust up her ass to meet his every cannon-ball stroke.

"Fuck me harder," she gritted her teeth and begged. And then she became incoherent. She babbled and mumbled and finally the words came out clearer. "Fuck me! Fuck me you bastard! Give me every inch of that beautiful cock. Hurt me! Harder! Make it hurt!"

Her father was staring down at her, his eyes glassy, his teeth bared. It was as if he were in a world to himself, with only the driving blows of his thrust, that made any sense. It was his goal, his life, his only real existence, this pussy before him and his power to drive his enormous rod into it.

Finally he pulled himself back to reality and said, "All right, you beautiful little bitch. You asked for it and now you're going to get it."

He began slamming his cock even harder into her cunt. The strokes were vicious, savage and brutal. He gave no quarter. He was fucking for the sheer animal pleasure of it.

Barbara, who kept spasming repeatedly, clutched him to her, holding him tighter and harder and pelvic bone ground against pelvic bone, with a crushing force.

"Oh, Daddy, lover. I love it. This is the way I want you to fuck me. I love it. I love feeling your balls bang up against my ass hole. I love the way you're fucking me. Oh, give it to me, sweetheart, pound it into me. Drive that big cock of yours home."

They were both breathing hard and their bodies glistened with sweat. Their bodies slithered against each other every time the steam-engine inthrust occurred.

Barbara detected a slight change in the dimensions of her father's cock. It was getting larger, swelling now and she realized she was going to feel the hot spurts of semen churning up inside her in a matter of seconds.

"I'm coming," he yelled. "Goddamn you, come with me, meet me."

"I can, daddy. I will. I'm getting ready to ..." her words were clamped off by a strong spasm that hit and turned her body into a mass of knotted muscles. She came, and came, and she knew it was the strongest climax she'd ever experienced in her entire life. The glorious sensation of it was already sweeping through her. She felt the first spurt of his semen spurting against her womb. Then she soared away on the wings of exquisite sensation. Every nerve and fiber of her body responded to it. She reached a plateau of her own, gasping and moaning with the intense pleasure of it.

Her father pumped in his jizm, grunting and growling his pleasure. He continued to fuck her for a moment until the last drop of semen had been emptied from his balls. Then, with a great sigh of satisfaction, he withdrew his limp prick and lay alongside her.

Barbara returned from her plateau of delight, and locked her arms around him, pressing her bruised mound up against his belly.

"Oh, daddy, sweetheart. It was wonderful! Thank you. Each time you fuck me it seems as if it's better than the first time. I could stay here with you all the time. I like you fucking me and making love to my body. I don't see how I could ever look at another man after having you make love to me."

"Thank you, daughter." He reached up and patted her on the cheek. "But, there'll be other men and you'll find one that can please you as much as you say I please you." He paused, and a look of sadness appeared in his face. "I just hope you find the right man before long."

"I won't be able to for a long time, Daddy. I have to get through nurses' training first."

"I know, dear."

She reached down, took his limp cock in her hand, nestled her head against his shoulder and, both exhausted and fulfilled, fell asleep.

CHAPTER NINE

It was hard studying, but Barbara decided she must put as much time as she could in her books. She'd told Alicia about her trip, about the boy in the hospital and about her father. Alicia was eager to hear more about Mr. Collins but Barbara wouldn't tell her everything. It had all been so wonderful, so warm.

"You mean, you really love your old man?" Alicia kept asking.

"Sure, I love him. Don't you love your own father?" she came back with it.

"Yeah. I love him. I'd never have thought of going to bed with him. But," she paused, thinking back, "by golly, I wish I had've now. He would've been a great fuck, I know."

"Oh, Alicia," Barbara interrupted, "Please quit talking so much. I've got to get this studying finished."

"But, baby," Alicia replied, ignoring Barbara's request for silence, "What're you going to do about Barton now? He's gonna be mad as hell that he's not getting a cherry."

"I have a plan," Barbara replied firmly.

That night when she lay in bed, she was frightened. Barton, how could she pull it off. That dirty Barton, the monster. Why were there Bartons in the world? Her dreams were full of torment, she shrank in bed from falling poles and gnarled trees that moved toward her threateningly. A beast of indefinable shape, shaggy with coarse hair, lumbered out of the darkness toward her on thick, stumpy legs. His arms were long and bowed with a prehensile appearance. In his hairy hand he carried a huge club that was enormous at the rounded end.

Barbara shrank away from him in terror but nowhere to run. As he approached, she could smell the musky odor of semen as if it boiled out the pores of his skin instead of sweat. She cowered with her arms over her head and suddenly became naked and exposed to his gleaming eyes. He swung the club back, not as if to hit her head, but with an underhand swing, aimed toward her golden bush.

The end of the club was crusted and vile. A big eye opened up in it that began to leak a creamy fluid. It arced forward, swinging up from under, headed toward the purity of her well.

Barbara tried to close her legs, but she was powerless. There were ropes around her ankles preventing her. The huge head approached with agonizing slowness as if swinging through invisible molasses. She watched it and screamed silently over and over until it thumped between her legs with evil intent and disappeared into the depths of her middle. She felt brutalized and victorious at once. She knew the club was inside her, oozing the creamy fluid, and yet it didn't hurt.

She stopped screaming and grinned at the beast. It was now Barton's face, evil. But now, there was an astonished expression on his face. He let go of the club and lumbered away as if in fear of the fact that she had successfully captured his weapon with her cunt and left him powerless.

The ropes vanished from her ankles and she stood tall and proud with the handle of the club protruding from her thighs. She walked away into the sylvan glen behind her, squatting slightly because of the bulk and weight of the beast's club in her tunnel, yet confident that she was now safe from injury as long as the weapon stayed buried in her. The handle bumped gently against leafy boughs and made pleasant sensations go through her body, sensations strong enough to make her stop walking and lift her head to the birds above her and warble sweet notes to them while she shivered in a strange ecstasy.

She reached between her thighs and touched the long handle of the buried club and felt the slippery fluid that was dripping off the end to the ground. She bent over and looked at her bloated tissues and saw that the fluid came from inside her stuffed tunnel and was a mixture of her juice and the creamy fluid from the end of the huge horrible head.

Seeing this frightened her for a moment until she looked back along the path she'd been taking and saw life beginning to sprout from the ground where each drop had fallen. This made her feel good again, and she went on her way, determined that the club would stay within her forever. She paused to shiver and warble again and then woke up in the midst of a quaking orgasm.

Barbara sat up and flicked on the light next to the bed and looked about the room, half expecting to see a green-world forest around her. She threw off the covers after a moment and looked at her pubes, seeing the glistening droplets on them and the slight dampness of the sheet under her pussy.

She could still feel the last dying tingles of her orgasm in her toes and fingers, and she shivered again as the dream came back to her in full force. After a moment, she lay back in the bed and stared at the ceiling and sobbed quietly, yearning to know how she'd come to be in such a tormented state over Barton.

She warred within herself again over the approaching day, trying to make a rational decision as to whether she should call it off with Barton or not. She knew that tomorrow, the day before the exams, he would make his appearance, in order to get his cherished cherry. He was also, obviously the beast of her dream. His approach had frightened her to near hysteria. And yet after his club had penetrated and stayed inside her, she had felt victorious, happy, good.

She twisted and turned and watched it grow light outside until she dozed off once more and slept the sleep of death.

Alicia roused her sometime during the morning. "Hey, sleepyhead. I know there's no classes today, but you should study some more for the big day tomorrow."

Barbara shook the sleep from her head and sat up in bed. "Guess I better shower and get to it." She got up and went to the shower room.

When she returned Barton was in the room with Alicia. He grinned lewdly. His eyes were evil and glistening with lust under his black, thin brows.

"I've come for my present," was all he said in his raspy, hollow voice. His eyes ran over her face and hair and down her body, covered only with the thin robe. He let his eyes stop once and looked at the thrust of her breasts, then moving down, he eyed her narrow waist and flaring hips. His gaze bored into the crotch of her legs beneath the robe, as if caressing the curve where her mound dipped under to nestle between her thighs.

"I'm really looking forward to it." He grinned at Alicia when he said this.

He walked to her and she stood there as if petrified and let him pull her close to his body. She stared up into his evil face and watched it descend toward hers. His mouth was open slightly, and she could feel his bad breath bathing her face. He dipped his head and came at her, kissing her fully--not too hard, but enough to leave no mistake in her body or her mind that she was being thoroughly kissed. After a long moment, Barbara gasped and pushed away from him and leaned back in the circle of his arms that were around her tiny waist.

"No, stop ..." she cried.

He looked at her. "You backing out."

"No, I don't ... not--not yet."

"It's a shame. Can't you just lean back and close your eyes and pretend it's your sexy roommate's hands on your breast, her lips nibbling and licking at your aching pussy."

"Oh God!" Barbara cried, fighting off his words as if he were trying to cast a hypnotic spell over her.

She felt her eyelids grow heavy. She felt his huge hand slide up her side from her waist and cup the full, trembling mound of her breast. His fingers massaged it gently, firmly, and she couldn't deny the sudden thrills that rippled through her and made her nipples swell outward.

His other hand slid around behind her and down to pass over the fullness of her cheek. He kneaded the heated globe and made her thighs tremble and her slit begin to puff up and moisten inside her tunnel. Her mouth opened, and a small sound came from her throat.

"That's better," he said, his breath coming faster. "That's more like the way a healthy, needing woman should act."

"Mr. Barton, stop," she whispered.

"We're meant for each other, babe," he said, "Don't fight it. You want me. Alicia thinks I'm a good fuck, and you trust her, don't you?"

"I trust her," Barbara said weakly, feeling his hands taking the buttons of her robe from their holes. His fingers widened the gap over her chest as he pulled the halves part.

Her eyes were still closed. She found she was doing what he'd suggested she do--pretend his hands were Alicia's. She tried to pretend that the finger insinuating itself between the moons of her breasts was Alicia's. She could feel the warmth of it wriggling there, feeling its way toward the distended nipple sprouting warmly.

His lips covered hers again, and she felt the edge of the bed press into her back in an oddly stimulating way. His hands ran over her shoulders and came down her arms, and she realized the material of her robe was in them, and that he was making her naked.

Her head tipped back, and her eyes stayed closed. His lips ran down her neck to the tops of her breasts, and she felt her chest heave against his mouth as her breathing quickened.

In a moment her tits were bare, the robe fluttering around her hips until it dropped to the floor and she was standing naked in his arms. She heard his intake of breath as he looked at her breasts, and she remembered the way both Alicia and her father had done that. A thumb rolled over her swollen nipple and made her gasp and squeeze her eyes tighter until she could see Alicia's sweet, dark-haired head dipping down and her soft mouth opening to capture the straining bud and roll it with her warm tongue.

Hands smoothed down her torso. Fingers reached behind her and cupped her buttocks and kneaded fire into them ...

"Beautiful ... gorgeous," he whispered softly, caressing her body with his eyes. "This is going to be good, so good."

There was urgency in his voice--passion, tremulous desire. She heard it rumbling through his bassy tones and pretended that it was Alicia's husky voice next to her ear.

She could feel her lower belly jumping with desire. His hand cupped it warmly as if to still the trembling, and then his fingers slid lower, tangling in her silken pubes.

One touched the top of her cleft and made her moan and shake in his arms. Her legs spread apart voluntarily, as if begging for the touch hovering over her steaming well. The aroma of her honey wafted up between them and made her dizzy with the knowledge that she was eager for him--this monster, that her middle was opening wide for his penetration.

His fingers slipped over the throbbing nub of her most sensitive region and crooked and came back up, lifting the tip of her clitoral penis, making it swell and stretch and then slide off his finger to vibrate maddeningly.

"Ohhhh, God!" Barbara moaned ecstatically, shivering in his arms again, feeling even the tips of her breasts swell outwards as if ready to burst and emit a new sexual fluid from their pores.

"That's it, honey," he said softly. "Enjoy it. Trust me with your lovely body, I'll take good care of you."

His whole palm cupped her twat and pressed inward, making the flesh of her labia roll under his fingers and slipped together through the oily fluids seeping from deep inside Barbara.

His finger found the slitted cleft and wormed inside so that length of it lay along her gap. She felt her lips softly enfolding the rod-like appendage and drawing it closer to the burning flesh around the mouth of her tunnel.

His knuckle bent, and the tip of his finger slipped into the wide, waiting slippery orifice that was the entrance to her being.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried quickly, feeling her hips writhe in a shameless way and her pelvis buck forward with a tiny motion.

His hand slid down over her mound in a relentless path, each joint and crease crushing over her silken pubes and making them tug at the skin surrounding her sex. As his hand went down, his finger curled around and straightened out and slid deeper into the recesses of her tunnel like a moving snake seeking the warm depths of her cave.

She felt it go up and up inside her, the tip wriggling with small motions so that every convulsion of her vagina was touched and warmed and brought to satiny life. She felt her muscles awaken and begin smooth inward sucking movements designed to draw his invading finger farther into her young body.

Her hips moved, her buttocks trembled and rolled under his cupping palm as the relentless drive into her being continued. Then she felt the palm of his hand press up against her vaginal mouth to tell her that his finger was inside her all the way. She moaned loudly, and heard her voice speaking with disappointment, and she scarcely recognized the sound of it or believe the words she said.

"Ohhh, that isn't deep enough!" she cried. "Give me more!"

She knew she was hunching forward, parting her thighs and bending her knees to make the separation of her gates as wide as she could. She felt the screwing motions of his fingertip, and she kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut and imagined that Alicia was using her tongue in her and was lapping away, probing, probing, deep inside.

There was a zipping sound, a fumbling inside cloth, and then a scent of musk. A velvety touch against her thigh aroused her full and made her squeeze around his finger with anticipation. Hot liquid smeared over her flesh, and then a wide, mushroom-shaped head bumped the side of her labium.

His finger withdrew slowly, and she knew it was going to be replaced by the big organ poised at her sodden entrance. His fingertips held her petals apart and slid up and down the lubricious tissues inside them as the fluid-tipped club slipped along her cleft and searched out her quaking entrance.

She felt the width against her hole. She felt the slipperiness of velvety head against oily secretions. She felt the burning mixture of their juices as his clear oil seeped from his trembling eye.

The image of the beast with the club appeared darkly in the back of her mind and pushed out all the sensitive, sweet images of Alicia and made her grow afraid.

Her eyelids vibrated, and her breath quickened as the horrifying chase came back to her. She felt his hand gripping his heavy club and swinging upwards with it, making the width push at her satiny entrance. She heard his evil grunts and smelled his musky odor of semen, and the reality of her dream burst through her and made her eyes fly open and stare wildly at him.

"No! No!" she cried harshly.

She looked down. His thick-headed penis was poised at the gates of her pussy, threatening to burst through the opening into her depths and fill her with his primitive weapon.

"Come on, Barbara, don't freeze up on me now," he grunted, his throat open with lust. "Goddamnit girl, you want to stay in school, don't you?"

"Yes I do, but I can't let you do this," she cried, trying to back away, finding her escape blocked by the bed. "Don't do it! I can't!"

"You can, baby, you can! Come here, Alicia," he called to the other girl who had been taking it all in. "Come on over here ... oh God, here it comes!"

"Noooo," Barbara wailed.

She felt her lips drying and shriveling and closing tightly with fear, clamping around her opening to try to make an impenetrable barrier. But his penile head was already into her, and her circling muscles only closed around his coronal ring and fastened him there so that he could neither withdraw nor push forward.

She heard him grunt, half with passion, half with pain as her vaginal sphincter crushed the meat of his organ tightly. He vibrated back and forth in short copulating motions that made her buttocks rock into the bed.

She sensed his passion mount to the point of overflowing, and she felt the trembling result inside her. His big eye opened, and the bursts of creamy fluid welled up and foamed into her spasming tunnel as he came and gripped her body hard and tried to insert his fountaining penis deeper into her pussy.

Incredibly, his passion passed on to her and made her shudder with a preliminary release-not a big one, but enough for her to clutch his skinny back with her nails. She felt wanton, shameless, yet still pure. He had come in her, and yet she hadn't permitted full intromission. She had released herself, and yet it wasn't a shattering, tumultuous orgasm.

"Ohh, take it out, take it out!" she cried, pushing at him with her hands.

"Baby, baby, let me slide it in all the way and make you come big. I can pop the cherry. I know I can!" He was breathing heavy with desire.

Barbara felt a sense of relief. Because she had tightened up on him he thought her hymen had prevented further entrance. Maybe, maybe, she could pull it off.

"No, no," she cried then.

"I can't move, baby. You've got to loosen up if you want me to pull out."

She stopped wailing at him and looked into his face. "You won't push it in if I do?"

"No."

"Do you promise?" she looked at him, then at Alicia who had walked over and was standing behind Barton.

He sighed. "You can trust me."

Barbara slowly relaxed. She consciously willed her taut vaginal muscles to lengthen and release their grip from his glans. She watched his eyes suspiciously, ready to clamp down again if he tried to move forward. After a long moment, he started to pull himself free. She felt the warm fluids trickle over her bruised petals and down the inside of her thighs.

Just before he pulled it clear all the way, he suddenly grabbed her and pushed her backwards on the bed. The force of the push caused her to fall on her back with her legs coming up, spread wide apart. He didn't loosen his grip and his hard stiff cock went all the way inside her, buried to its hilt.

"Goddamned you!" Barbara screamed and clawed at him. "You're raping me! You promised!"

"Fuck you, bitch!" He clawed back at her forcing his rod in and out. Then, as if he'd been struck by lightning, he stopped. It dawned on him, "You're not a virgin. You bitch, you fucking bitch! You led me on, you make believe all the time. Oh, goddamn you," he was crying now, hysterically, as if he had lost everything in the world.

Alicia reached down and pulled his limp body off Barbara and then roughly, let him fall to the floor. "Get your clothes on bastard and get your ass outta here."

He lay in a heap sobbing, "I wanted a virgin. I wanted a virgin."

Barbara got up and pulled her robe back on. She looked at Barton. He finally raised up, his eyes clearing, his face taking back on an evil mask.

"I'll fix your wagon, bitch. I'll tell the board you're a lesbian and they'll kick your ass outta here. I'll fix you."

"Oh, no you won't," it was Alicia. "While you were busy raping this young girl, I had my tape recorder on," she walked back over to the stand beside her bed. "All the while you've been talking I've been recording. If you even open your mouth, I'll turn this over to the board and you'll never get into any school anywhere in the country."

His face froze and he didn't utter a sound, he took on a hang dog look then and said, "Don't do that please. I'll never bother you again. Please. Think of my wife. Think of my age."

"Just get your ass outta here! That's all I want," Alicia screamed at him. "Just get your skinny ass outta here and let us get on with our studying."

Barton got up, arranged his clothes and slunk out the door.

When it closed behind him, both Alicia and Barbara fell on the bed, laughing and hugging.

"Did you really have the tape turned on?" Barbara asked when she had her relieved laughter under control.

"Shit no!" Alicia answered. "I don't even own a tape recorder. That was my hair drier, but that stupid bastard wouldn't know the difference."

This set them both off again.

Later, Alicia said, "You know, after we finish this exam I'd like to go back to the farm with you on your vacation. I think a week in the country would be very good for what ails me."

"You might be right. My dad is a good farmer."

Alicia smiled and said, "I just might help him plant a few crops."

THE END
The Nurse's Sex Ward ....(82k)    by Matt Daniels




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