The warm breeze playing across the mountain lake breathed softly between Junes parted thighs and caressed the damp lips of her cunt like the lips of butterflies, sending shivers of anticipation deep into the pit of her anxious womb. Rice would soon be needing her, calling to her, begging her to relieve the tension of his swollen cock. It was getting near time for him; he had been pounding away on that typewriter for two straight hours, stringing together the words and phrases that had made him the most successful sex writer in America. The tormented characters and erotic situations that poured from his fingertips, through the machine and onto paper, exacted their toll from him however. Rice could stand writing about sex only for brief periods before his own, self-awakened lusts came bubbling to the surface and demanded satisfaction. The noise of typewriter keys slowed, clattered to a halt. Anticipating Rice's needs and driven by her own, June rose from her seat and strolled toward the cabin door.
Rice was already standing when she got there, behind his writing desk, the grotesque bulk of his straining cock bulging against the fabric of his pants. June felt her nipples harden in anticipation. Her breasts seemed to swell against the restraining fabric of her blouse. Rice stepped out from behind the desk and she swiftly closed the distance between them, her eager hands reaching for his manhood.
This was not the time for play, for love games. June zipped open Rice's fly and thrust her hand inside to grasp his iron-hard cock. She could feel a trace of anticipatory dampness as her fingers slid over the tip. Then she had it out, firmly in both hands, her fingers barely encompassing the thickness of it, barely controlling its throbbing beat. Freeing one hand, she swiftly unbuckled his pants and they slipped down around his ankles.
Rice's hands were no less busy. In moments June's blouse lay on the grass outside the cabin door. His tongue slid lasciviously around her left breast. His teeth found her nipple and nipped gently and then more demandingly as lust drove him. His hands forced her skirt down and in moments his busy fingers were weaving ecstasy into her throbbing cunt. She was coming, coming, her juices trickling over his fingers and down the insides of her thighs.
Slowly, irresistibly, Rice forced her to follow him into the cabin and in seconds she was on her back, on the floor, her legs spreading as he slid down her body to reach her clit with his searching tongue, sucking, chewing, driving June into that sexual madness she lived for.
Now Rice rolled over on his back, his arched cock begging for attention. June rolled away from him and then crouched facing him between his knees, parted lips hovering over the love shaft she adored. Her tongue flicked out, darting against the eye of his cock, slipping lingeringly around its head, softly licking down the base of its shaft toward the brown pucker of his ass-hole. The sharp tips of her fingernails traced paths of delight to follow her tongue. Then she raised her head again only to lean forward and suck the entire length of his cock deep within her mouth and throat.
They lay there like that for a moment, neither one moving, and then Rice's hips began their slow, thrusting motion. like the slowly driving piston of an old steam locomotive, like a well oiled machine, his sex engine slid in and out between her clamped lips as he fucked her mouth. Rice tilted his head back as he drove into her, staring through the open doorway at the sky, willing himself not to come. He wanted this sensation to go on forever. June's mouth clamping his cock was like a super cunt, sucking, tonguing the cock that fed it, hot and steaming, drawing the life from his loins.
Now June's head began to bob up and down to meet his thrusts as she synchronized to his movements like the cylinder of a racing car engine. One hand supported her above him while the other crept down between her thighs to massage her own clit. June lived for sex, and she loved to get herself off while giving head to a man she respected. Even while they drew toward their respective climaxes, a part of June's mind drifted away to contemplate the events that had brought her and Rice together.
In a way, it had been her husband, Jack, who had brought Rice's gratifying prick to her eager lips. Jack, her childhood sweetheart. Jack, who had taken her cherry on her sixteenth birthday in the back of his old Ford sedan. Jack, whose amateurish fumblings and "Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma'am" fucking she had once mistaken for expert sex. Jack, who she had married the day after high school graduation and gone to live with in the old house he shared with his father and brothers. June knew that few women ever experienced wedding nights that resembled her own.
They had fled the reception early, waiting only to receive the congratulations of the guests. Her parents had not approved of Jack, but they had been wise enough to realize that the harder they might try to stop the marriage, the more determined their daughter would become. So they had suffered their private misgivings and gone ahead with the wedding plans. When June announced that not one of Jack's relatives would attend the wedding they had breathed a collective sigh of relief and settled down to explain away the lack of the groom's family. Had they known what awaited their dearest daughter they would have fled the country with her rather than surrender her into debased hands.
"My brothers and my dad didn't come because they wanted a special private party for you, June," Jack breathed into her ear as he urged her away from the wedding reception and toward the new sedan June's father had contributed as a wedding present. "They've set up Dad's and Mom's old bedroom for our honeymoon and they've bought real French champagne for us to celebrate with, not like that California stuff your own Dad bought."
"But what about the plane, Jack?" a bewildered June asked, "or our reservations at Niagara Falls?"
"I canceled them and got a refund," Jack said. "We can use the money. Besides, after you see what my folks have planned for you, you won't mind missing Niagara Falls at all."
June's unhappy thoughts about missing the honeymoon she had planned on so long soon vanished as Jack's fingers slid within her cunt and reached for her clit. He drove with one hand, expertly, as she lay back and allowed her to fondle him to a climax. Then, since he was now her legal husband, she did what she had never done before. She unzipped his pants as he drove and withdrew his rising cock from the folds of cloth, lay sideways on the car seat and placed tender, loving kisses all up and down the length of his member. It was the very first time that her virgin lips had ever touched a cock, and she thrilled to the sensation.
"Suck it for me," Jack demanded. "Now that you're my wife you have to do what I want, and I want you to suck it for me."
June was frightened a bit, and yet she was strangely drawn to that beckoning rod of flesh. She knew that sucking and cunt licking were done regularly by men and women. Some of her best friends at school had boasted proudly of the skill with which they could suck a boy to orgasm, and of the advantages sucking had over fucking. "At least you can't get knocked up that way," Delores had said. "And you get used to the taste. After a while it gets so that you can tell which guy you're with in the dark, by the taste of his cum. And there's an extra bonus to going down on a guy. If he's even halfway decent, he'll eat you out, too."
June didn't have much time to think about the matter. Her new husband, Jack, took the back of her head in his hand and forced her mouth down around his waiting cock. The feel and taste of it were strange to June. Soft yet firm, it filled her mouth to the back of her throat and she gagged a bit. Then, knowing that she would have to go through with it sooner or later, June gave herself over to nature and slid her mouth up and down the shaft of Jack's cock, imitating the movements made when he was fucking her in the cunt, as they had done so many times in the back seat of Jack's old Ford. In a moment she was gagging and swallowing to keep from choking as hot jets of Jack's cum spurted against the back of her throat.
The throbbing of Rice's cock on her mouth brought June out of her reverie and back to reality. She reached up, releasing her clit, and squeezed the base of Rice's cock to stop him from coming and prolong his ecstasy. Then, as she felt his muscles relax, she began sucking him off again in longer, slower strokes while she tan the middle finger of her right hand down into the crack of his ass and lightly fingered his ass-hole.
Rice's body bucked at the first contact, then his sphincter relaxed and allowed her probing finger to enter. She thrust it deeper and deeper, finger fucking him in the ass in time to the strokes of her lips and mouth. Soon she had him trembling on the verge of coming and, with the skill born of years of practice, she held him hovering on the very edge. For fifteen minutes she toyed with him in this way, bringing him to the very precipice of orgasm and then taking him lingeringly away from it until he could stand the strain no longer, must either come or expire.
Roughly, he threw her off and rolled her onto her stomach. June knew what was coming and prepared herself, drawing up her knees and raising her juicy ass toward his thrusting cock. Rice knelt behind her, hands grasping her shoulders while she reached back with her own delicate hand to guide him to the target. With one savage thrust he drove his throbbing cock home in her cunt to the hilt, drove it in until his balls bounced against the soft pink cheeks of her ass. Forced her shoulders flat against the floor with all his weight. Pounded his cock into her again and again like a pile driver.
A groan came from between June's lips as her body writhed and twisted in uncontrollable spasms. Juices spurted and streamed from her cunt and trickled down to dampen the carpeting. Through his cock, Rice could feel the muscles within her grasp and shudder as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. He could feel himself coming, coming, the sensation rising from his ass-hole and up his spine as though the insides of him were being torn out to be discharged through his cock.
At the very last moment Rice pulled himself out of her. He was not yet ready to come. Yes, his body demanded it, but his mind did not. Rice was not the crude, quickie fucker who took his own pleasures without regard for the woman whose body he was using. His esthetic soul demanded that he give at least as good as he got in return. Roughly, he rolled June on her back, buried his face in her cunt and swung his legs across so that she could suck his cock while he ate her cunt. .
Savagely, he thrust his stiffened tongue deep within June's cunt, licking hard at her clit, slobbering down her juices. He could feel her mouth working away again at his cock. This time, instead of the velvet-soft feel of her lips and tongue, he felt the gnawing of her teeth as she used them on his cock, felt the scrape of her fingernails on the skin of his balls.
Once again, Rice felt himself about to come. Now was the time to take this woman totally. June knew what was coming and prepared herself. As rice lifted his body away from her she once again assumed that face down position with her ass in the air. She was panting heavily. The exhausting effects of orgasm after orgasm had shaken her strength. From this moment on, Rick would have to do all the work.
Gently he parted with his hands the soft cheeks of the perfect ass that faced him, slipped his tongue into the cleft between and bathed the puckered little hole with the juices of his mouth. Then Rick raised his head and leaned forward, placing the throbbing tip of his cockhead against the freshly lubricated hole. Forced his way forward. Slowly, June's rectum opened to the irresistible thrust of Rice's iron hard cock. June felt it drive deeper and deeper into her bowels until it almost seemed that it would reach her throat and she must choke. This was good. This was better even than when he fucked her in the cunt, thrusting swift and hard into the center of her femaleness. This was filling her totally, as nothing else could, driving her up the ladder of sensation until everything was driven from her mind but the blazing and all-consuming agony ecstasy of his fucking. June was outside her physical body. She was all fiery and self-consuming energy. Mind gone. All orgasm. A white hot cloud of expanding atomic vapor. Then the burning jets of Rice's cum were blasting into her bowels and his body was slowing its beat and shuddering to a stop on top of her. Small mewing noises were coming from Rice's throat. His eyes were glazed, seeing nothing. He and June were alike, lost in the same Nirvana, settling back in gossamer clouds to a mundane planet. Dimly, through the billowing drifts of relaxing tension, they could hear an amused and mocking laugh through the open doorway.
"Relax and enjoy it, stud," the voice said. "Don't let me distract you from your fun and games while you're supposed to be meeting a writing deadline. You told Harrison that the manuscript would be ready last Friday and me, your dumb and dutiful agent, was idiot enough to tell the cocksucker that it was all finished and ready for editing. So I come up here to get it, to do you a favor and earn my ten percent, and what do I find? Blank paper in your typewriter and you fucking your balls off with your new secretary."
Rice pulled his now limp cock from June's ass and climbed to his feet, sighing wearily. June gaped at the slick and sophisticated gray-haired woman in the doorway and blushed, tried to cover tits and cunt with her hands without succeeding.
"Relax, honey," the woman in the doorway said. "I've seen and done fancier fucking on my time than anything inside your little head can imagine. And as for this prick you work for, I've both seen and felt him in action many-a-time. I may be frosted a bit on top, but there's still fire in the old engine, as the saying goes. Hi. I'm Sally, this fucker's agent and business manager and it doesn't bother me a bit that you're screwing him. Rice and I haven't made it-in the sack for more than a year."
"How do you do, Sally," June said, still modestly trying to cover her nakedness. "I'm really here to type the final copies of Rice's manuscripts. What you saw was, well, almost an accident."
"Don't shit me, honey," Sally laughed. "Rice can type his own manuscripts when he has to. I knew him when he was just starting out, hacking stuff for a penny a word, eating beans from the can and fucking anything that would hold still long enough. I'm the one who taught him the right formula and got his stuff to the first good publisher he ever had. And when it comes down to it, I'm probably the one who taught him how to really fuck. Now that I'm a little older ... not that I'm exactly ancient, you understand ... he's taking the tricks I taught him and practicing them on pretty young things like you. Tell me, do you swing both ways?"
"I'm not quite sure I know exactly what you mean," said June, still trying to hide the essential parts of her body.
"You know damned well what I mean, honey," said Sally. "And I'd guess that if you weren't even the least little bit interested you'd have said 'no' right off. And quit tryin' to hide your cunt behind your fingers. If it will make you feel any better I'll strip to the skin myself. I know damned well that it will make me feel better. Might even turn you on. If Rice the great stud over there ever gets his finger out of his ass and sits down at the typewriter, you and me might make beautiful music together while he bats out the words to support us."
"He doesn't support me," June protested. "I earn my keep."
"Yeah," said Sally. "Don't forget, I just saw you earning it. Look. He pays your salary and the ten percent I get off the top of him and a few other writers let me live high on the hog. I say he supports us. Now let me get out of these rags and into that lake over there. At least it's fresh water so there are no sharks to bite on my old sagging titties. You've got good boobs, kid, but wait until you've seen the pair I've got hanging."
Later, swimming gloriously in the cold, clear water, side by side with Sally, June wondered at how she could have felt so embarrassed in her presence less than an hour ago. Despite her gray hair, Sally had the full and voluptuous body of a Hollywood star, and without the slightest trace of sag. Her breasts were full and mature, larger than and probably as firm as June's. Despite herself, June wanted to reach out and touch them, fondle the nipples that jutted sharply from their tips. She no longer wondered that a woman as old as Sally could attract a man as virile and sexually imaginative as Rice. Sally could kindle the spark of desire in any man. Her face was striking, if not exactly beautiful, and her full, rich sense of humor was an enormous plus factor. June was drawn to her. Not that she would ever consider having anything sexual to do with a woman. That would be lesbian behavior, and June thought of herself as a thoroughly heterosexual woman, a man's woman. God knows, she had certainly been involved enough with men. June thought bitterly back to the memory of her wedding night, then banished the thought, forced it back into the darkest and most hidden recesses of her mind. The things that Jack had done to her. And his father and brothers.
She sidestroked lazily through the still waters, watching Sally swim beside her, and her thoughts reluctantly drifted back to lesbianism. No. She was a normal woman. The games she and her friends at school had played had been children's games. June guessed that all growing girls experimented tamely with each other. That was a part of adolescence. She knew that her brother and his friends had played the male equivalent of those games. Comparing cocks, jerking off together in contest to see who could shoot the furthest. Harmless stuff like that. Certainly her brother wasn't queer because he had played games like that.
June and her brother Mike had been about as close as brother and sister get, unless they went in for incest, and the two of them had deliberately stopped short of that line.
Only a really terrible person could ever let her brother fuck her, June thought as she swam, and she and Mike had agreed that they would never let things go that far, though June, at least, had been tempted to try it. The thought sent a delicious shiver through her. Mike was two years younger than she and his body, as she remembered it, had been so sweet and clean. Their mother had bathed them together until she was twelve and Mike was ten. They'd bathed together in secret for years after that, when no one else was in the house. But that was because they loved each other as only a brother and sister can. It would have been nice to have had an older sister, too, June thought. Perhaps someone like Sally. What would it have been like, bathing with Sally?
June wondered what Mike was doing at that moment, and where he was. She could never go back home to find out, not so long as her husband, Jack, was still alive. She shivered at the very thought of him. Remembered his black rage the first time she talked of leaving him. Remembered the threats he had made, the promise that he would cut her throat and drink her blood if she ever left him. He was .telling the truth, then. June knew it. After moving in with Jack's brothers and father she had first become fully aware of the sickness and cruelty that drove the entire family.
It had begun that very night, her wedding night, the first night of her honeymoon with Jack. There were the soft lights waiting, the eager faces of her new family. Brothers older and younger than Jack and the stern and patriarchal face of her new father-in-law. All of them had been waiting, dressed in their finest clothing. The table had been set with the best silver, gleaming softly in the candlelight. The champagne was cooling in the ice buckets, bottle after bottle of it, enough it seemed to furnish drink for a dozen such parties. June had been touched by the trouble and expense her new family had gone to. And then the drinking began.
It began with a toast to the bride and groom. June, who had never before drunk more than a tiny glass of wine with dinner, had to tilt her head back and drain the glass in her hand, which was promptly refilled. Another glass followed it down and another after that. Her vision began to blur. Jack's father and brothers and Jack himself began to dispense with glasses and drink directly from the bottles which passed swiftly from hand to hand. The record player was turned on, something with a hard rock beat, and Jack dragged her into the center if the room to dance. Caught in the spirit of things, June grabbed an open bottle of champagne and drank from it as she danced, caught in the music, pumping her hips to the beat, while her new relatives pounded out an accompaniment on the table with their fists. The room swayed and reeled around her. The youngest of the brothers was not cutting in on Jack, who stumbled laughing aside. Now the others were joining them on the improvised dance floor, even the patriarch. Male hips were pumping at her with greater and greater abandon. Jack had joined them again and he was reaching for her, stroking her as he danced. The room grew warm and then hot. Jack threw off his jacket and then his shirt, danced before her stripped to the waist. Her legs were trembling from the constant dancing and she could barely stand. She would have stopped, but Jack brought her another bottle of champagne and urged her to dance on.
Now the brothers were stripping themselves of ties and jackets and shirts. The old man, her father-in-law, was joining them, his face leering hideously. The room was blazing with heat and sweat dripped and trickled down June's face, soaked the lace of her wedding gown. The next thing she knew, Jack, her husband, was helping her loose the catches in the back of her gown, unbuttoning her cuffs, helping lift the garment above her head. June danced on in her panties and bra.
The next thing she knew, Jack had taken off his pants and jockey shorts and was dancing naked to the beat of the music. At first, she thought it was terrifically funny, the way his swollen cock bounced up and down in time to the hard rock beat, but when his brothers and father joined him in nudity a thrill of panic ran through her entire being. What am I doing here, she thought. This is insane. It's supposed to be my wedding night, my honeymoon. She stopped in the middle of her dance and screamed. "Please, Jack, stop all this. Get me out of here. This isn't right."
Jack had responded by reaching out and closing his fingers over the center band of her bra and ripping it away. Then, like wolves, the rest of the band closed in and seized her. In an instant, her panties were gone. In another, she had been carried kicking and screaming into the bridal chamber and held firmly to the great bed that waited there.
The memory of that night caused June to convulse in the water and for a moment she sank beneath the surface, to emerge struggling and gasping for air. "Help me," she shrieked. "Please, someone help me."
In moments, strong hands were assisting her to the surface, guiding her toward the raft that floated in the center of the tiny mountain lake, helping her climb to the safety of its solid surface. Sally was with her, and the terror of that wedding night gradually faded ... almost ... from her memory.
"Easy there, honey," Sally soothed her. "Sometimes you get cramps if you swim too soon after fucking. Want me to massage your stomach? You'll feel better if I do."
June looked at the naked body of the older woman who lay beside her on the raft and thought only of the warmth and protection she was offering. Only another woman might be able to understand the torment that had followed her since that first terrible night of marriage. In a torrent of words that did not cease until she had described the last minute and sordid details, she unburdened herself of the terrors that devoured her. In exquisite detail, she told of the indignities the men of her husband's family had inflicted on her while, he, who should have been her protector, played the dual role of observer and active participant.
"Every place there was room for a cock, one of them was inside me. They had me sitting so that one was in my cunt and another up my ass, both at the same time. And then the old man himself stood in front of me and shoved his evil prick into my mouth until I thought I would choke. As soon as one was finished another would take his place, and all the time this was going on Jack was standing there, watching, laughing at my struggles and urging his brothers and father on. 'Shove it in deeper, Dad,' he kept shouting. 'Give it to her in the ass, Doug.' There were seven of them at me, and I swear that each of them came at least three or four times. I felt as though I was being split apart. My cunt was bleeding and so was my all. My lips were bruised. And those that weren't fucking me were pulling and biting so hard on my tits that I have scars there to this day. Here. Look at them."
Sally's touch was feather light on her breasts as she inspected the evidence of the brutality that had been inflicted on June. Then the angel touch of her lips was kissing away the memory. "There, baby," Sally whispered. "It's all right now. You're not with them any longer. You're here, with me, in a beautiful high mountain valley where everyone loves you and no one can hurt you ever again. Now close your eyes and lay back. Mamma will make you forget all about them. Here. Rest your head on my lap. That's a good baby."
It was so good to rest, to forget. Sally's hands stroked June's fevered brow, slid gently along the curve of her throat. The older woman leaned over and sealed each of June's eyes closed with a gentle kiss. Her fingers found their gentle way across June's shoulders and lightly stroked her arms, while Sally's voice, devoid now of all its mocking harshness, crooned of warmth and safety and protection."
"Pretend that I'm your Mamma, honey," the older woman sighed softly. "Your Mamma who loves you and would rather die than ever let harm come your way, wholl protect you against all the awful things men do to tender and innocent young girls."
Now Sally's hands were gently stroking June's breasts, eyes watching with approval as the nipples hardened and came erect. June moaned softly with pleasure. Never before had she felt so safe and yet so stimulated in another's arms. Not even her brother's so long ago. Perhaps if he had been older....
It was barely noon, and even at the high altitude of the mountain lake and the sunlight and the breeze were warm. Their caress on June's naked body was no less delicate than the touch of Sally's fingers as they slid away from June's breasts to softly stroke her belly, investigate the intricacies of her navel, glide like the wings of butterflies along the softness of her thighs. They never pried. They never forced. Still, at their insinuation, June's thighs parted slightly. Those nimble fingers wove their cunning way through the blonde tangle of hairs that protected her cunt, found the warm moistness where her clit lived, stroked and fondled, penetrated, stiffened and became forceful as June's hips began, almost without her will, their undulating movements in response. June sighed and raised her arms. Placed them around Sally's neck. Pulled Sally down to the point where June could gently suck on Sally's magnificent tits. "Hold me, Mamma," she murmured. "I love you."
CHAPTER TWO
There was a chill over breakfast the next morning. The three of them, June, Sally and Rice, sat barely nibbling at the eggs and toast June had prepared, not one of them anxious to begin what was obviously the most important possible topic of conversation. All of them knew that June's relationship to Rice was finished.
Rice was in an ugly mood. His love toy, the woman who typed his manuscripts and cooked his meals ... and assuaged his constant lusts ... had made an important discovery that displeased him greatly. June had encountered her first lesbian experience and for the first time her idea that men were the only possible sex object, at least for her, was shaken. Sally had moved her as no man had ever done and the strong possibility existed that she would now move June totally out of his life.
Rice's, instincts told him that he ought to throw both women out, drive them away with orders never to return, but his strong instinct for self preservation cautioned him against taking so strong an action. June might still return to his bed, and he wanted her body more than he had ever wanted a particular woman before. Besides, he knew that her office skills were necessary if he was to be free to write. Only if all trivial tasks were performed by others could he devote his mind to the soaring concepts that earned him his excellent writing income. If he had to cook and clean for himself, final type his own manuscripts (much less edit them) and attend to correspondence, he would bog down in that writers' disease, antitypewriteritis. As for Sally, he shuddered to think about what his fate would be if he drove her off. Every manuscript sale he had ever made had been engineered by her. She knew the publishers and exactly what they demanded. It was Sally who instructed him on market trends, currently popular plot lines, the shifting, fickle tastes of the reading public. Without her, he might again become just another hack, pounding out meaningless prose at a cent a word or less. No, it was out of the question that he fight with Sally. Against all his instincts he strove to reassure her that he felt no ill will about her conquest of June. Rice forced a smile onto his face.
"You two have a good night's sleep?" he asked.
Sally roared with laughter. "Who the fuck slept. I sure as hell know that I didn't. Every time I started to doze off this gal of yours was after me to give it to her one more time. My tongue feels as if it's going to drop off at the roots. And if I wasn't doing her she was eating me out. She says that she never went down on a woman before, but I'll tell you this, she eats cunt like she was starving and it was her favorite food. Don't you, Honey?"
June blushed. She had discussed fucking and other sex acts openly many times with Rice and other men, but to Jack, her husband. But it was the first time she had ever been forced into an open discussion before both a man and a woman of an act she had long believed at least slightly perverted. After last night, however, all her sexual values were changing rapidly. She and Sally had spent it in the den, in the same bed, while Rice tossed and turned alone in the master bedroom. The sound of their moans and sobs must have kept him up all through the night, she thought, and giggled at the idea.
"Well," she said, "I guess I did like it a bit. It was different. But I don't know that I'd like to do it as a regular thing. How come you and Sally ever split up?" she asked Rice, trying to change the subject.
Sally didn't give Rice a chance. "Once the novelty wore off he got ashamed of being seen in public with an older woman, honey," she said. "Men are like that. They think that it's all right for a guy who's bald on top and fifty inches around the gut to wine and dine a teenage girl and have her suck his cock, but if a man is seen with a sexy woman just slightly older than himself, even if she's built like men like a brick shithouse with wheels on it, his reputation is gone. Lover boy over there couldn't stand the comments his friends were making ... after I made him enough money so that he could mingle with the literary paper crust.
"After he dropped me in public, he still used to come over to my place after dark, sneak in the back way so that no one could see him, and eat my pussy half the night. Then he got turned on to fucking women in the ass and dropped me altogether. I'll suck and I'll fuck, but I won't take it in the ass. That's why Rice has had a bunch of pretty young secretaries like you."
Rice was so angry that he was livid. He sputtered with rage and was about to explode with anger, but Sally swiftly eased the situation. Leaving her seat, she circled the breakfast table and threw her arms around Rice. "You know I'm only kidding, Stud. The truth is," She said this to June, "we kind of just faded away from each other. I got going on a lesbian kick that I still haven't gotten off of and I guess that a real man like Rice just can't take that sort of thing."
She winked at June over Rice's shoulder. "Besides, when a gal reaches my age she can't always satisfy a man the way he has to be satisfied. Rice just wore me down with his eking. He didn't have any choice. If he was going to get his rocks off as often as he needed to he had to find women with more juice than I have. I can still suck a cock as well as anyone, but fucking just wears me out."
June smiled to herself at this little white lie. Last night had taught her something about Sally's endurance, which was far greater than anything Rice had ever demonstrated to her. It was time to do something, say something to lighten the conversation and avert the explosion of emotion that seemed likely to cone at any moment. "There are times when a girl needs a woman to mother her, Rice, and even though you can do everything else for me you'll have to admit that you can't do that. You still turn me on more than anyone ever has. And I don't want to leave you. I want to stay here and do your typing and cooking and take care of you the way you take care of me. What Sally and I have, that's woman stuff and has nothing to do with the way I feel about you."
Rice appeared mollified and everyone in the room could feel the tension easing. June had said exactly the right thing. Rice was a modern man, after all, and didn't expect exclusive rights to any woman. So long as he continued to hold June's love and loyalty he could permit her an occasional harmless fling with his agent. He smiled, now.
"Okay, June, let's say that all is forgiven. Why don't you gals clean up the dishes while I finish this damned novel. There's only half a dozen or so pages to go and I'll be through long before lunchtime. You can clean up, take a quick swim and by the time you're back ashore we can all get together and make up for last night."
He reached up and fondled Sally's massive breasts. "Maybe we can all get together before lunch for a threesie. How about it Sally, it's been a long time since you and I have been together in the sack and with June along there ought to be enough for everyone."
"It's a deal with me," said Sally, "Just as long as you don't try to fuck me in the ass."
She turned to June. "How about it, honey, shall we show this stud of yours what two good women working together can do for a man?"
June was delighted at the suggestion. It meant that she could continue in the safety of her job with Rice, at least for the foreseeable future, and still have access to Sally's voluptuous body and searching tongue. Besides, so long as she continued to live at this mountain hideaway, there was little chance that Jack would be able to track her down. He had sworn to find her and kill her if she ever ran away from him and his family, and during the brief period before her escape she had learned that Jack was a man of his word. Her back still bore the scars of the whip from her first unsuccessful attempt at escape. She knew that if Jack were ever to track her down her life would be forfeit.
Moments later, Rice was pounding away at his typewriter while Sally and June swiftly cleared the table. Side by side in the kitchen they washed the dishes, exchanging lingering kisses, rubbing their bodies against each other's. Then they were racing for the beach, stripping their clothing away as they ran. Out on the raft, far from the range of Rice's hearing, they plotted a life of sorts together. Sally knew all of June's fears and made suggestions as to how they would counter them.
"Live with me in the big city and you'll be safe from that bastard Jack forever," Sally importuned her. "There's not a chance in the world that he'll ever find you."
"You don't know the man and what he'd be willing to do," June countered. "I found out a few things about him and his family before I got away. Everyone back home thought that Jack and his folks were poor trash. That's why my folks were so strong against my marrying him. But it isn't true. They're worth millions. They live like pigs in that old, falling down house, but the old man has I don't know how many shares in some of the biggest oil companies in the world. They can hire detectives to track me down, and I'll bet that they already have. They can buy the cooperation of anyone, and they will."
"Do you really think that they'll go to all that trouble over a little slip of a gal like you?" Sally asked. "With that kind of money they can buy women by the dozen. Why should they worry themselves about one little girl that got away?"
"It's pride that will drive them to it," June responded. "They can't stand the idea of losing something they feel belongs to them. And I was their property, their slave. When Jack married me, he was really marrying a love slave for the entire family. He never had any intention of setting up a home for just the two of us. He told me so, gloating over what he had done to me. He told me that his father and brothers had gotten together and voted for the woman he should ask to marry him. Every night we spent fucking in the back seat of his old Ford was just setting me up for the kill. He was actually hoping that I'd get knocked up and have to marry him. You can't imagine how evil that family is."
"What happened to his mother?" Sally asked. "You never told me anything about her. Was she divorced, or dead?"
"They killed her," June told a shocked Sally. "Jack told me all about it one evening while taking turns with me, and the others laughed and said that it was the exact truth."
"Couldn't you go to the police and accuse them of murder?" Sally asked.
"Murder?" June asked, "not a chance. They tortured her and forced her to write a letter saying that she was running away and they would never see her again. Then they killed her and took the body somewhere out in the desert ... they never said anything to give me even the slightest idea where in the desert ... and buried her so deep that she'd never be found."
"But why did they kill her?" Sally asked.
"Because as soon as the boys got old enough their father forced her to fuck them. Imagine that, forcing a mother to fuck her own sons. And then when she said that she couldn't take it any longer but would go to the authorities, regardless of the shame she would have to face, they realized that they would have to silence her forever. That was when they killed her and hid her out in the desert. Jack said that they all used to fuck her at once, just like they did to me."
"Sounds like a real nice family you married into," said Sally. "But I still think that you're paranoid about his paying some army of private eyes to track you down all across America. I tell you your safe, either here or in the city with me."
"No, Sally. Sooner or later he'll find me, especially if I go to the city with you. No one would ever think of looking for me in a lonely mountain valley like this one."
"Maybe we'd better change the subject," Sally said. "That stud you work for will be finishing up his manuscript any minute now, and sure as hell he'll be wanting us to join him in the sack for a little orgy. What say you and me start building up the right sort of mood."
"What did you have in mind?"
"You just lay back and let Mamma work you over a bit. I know that you have to put out for old Rice, and maybe you even like the things he does to you. God knows, I did when him and me were fucking regularly, but isn't this better than anything a man has ever done for you?"
In moments, the darting tongue that flicked against her clit had driven every thought of Jack from June's mind. All her being was concentrated in that tiny bud of flesh above the opening to her cunt, where Sally's lips and tongue and teeth probed and slithered and gently chewed. She barely felt Sally's weight settle down on her and her tongue automatically found its way between the parted thighs that pressed against her cheeks. Rice's cum had never tasted as sweet as Sally's cunt juice. She marveled at the quantity of sweet wetness Sally could produce. Then her stiffened tongue probed deep into Sally's love hole.
It was actually more than an hour before Rice completed the last page of his manuscript and placed it atop the pile of work for June to retype. He rose from the chair behind his desk, stretched, yawned, strolled into the kitchen to get a cold can of beer from the refrigerator, thought for a moment about the two women out there in the middle of the lake on the raft. They must be sucking each other plumb exhausted, he thought. Well, in a little while I'll show them both what a man can do. Then another thought occurred to him. His old college buddy, Randy, had been asking when an invitation to that mysterious mountain cabin would be offered. Maybe now was the time. Randy was a police lieutenant down in the big city and had to watch his behavior, especially with that fat wife of his always on his tail. He sure would appreciate a weekend at the cabin and old Sally would give him more fucking than he must have had in years. It would do both of them some good, Randy and Sally, and it would get the old broad off June's back and out of her cunt. Of course, he didn't really know if he wanted to keep June around much longer. She was wearing a little thin with him and he was still angry about the night before. With the book almost completed, he'd been looking forward to a real celebratory night with June. That woman gave the best head he'd had since breaking off with Sally, and as for that ass of hers ... it was a tighter fit around his cock than any cunt had ever been. Too bad Sally had never gone for ass fucking. He might have kept her coming back to his bed in spite of her gray hair.
It took only a moment to reach Randy, down in the city, and the big cop was delighted to accept the invitation. He'd just been ready to leave for a weekend off, and his wife wanted to see an art show and visit the opera. To hell with the old bag. His old Buddy Rice said there was an extra woman for him and that was all Randy needed to hear. He'd be there by tomorrow morning at the latest.
Five minutes later Rice was standing on the lakeshore, naked, waving both hands in the air and shouting for the women to join him ashore.
Aboard the raft, Sally gestured toward Rice on the distant shore. "Shall we go ashore and show that stud what two good women working together can do for a man?" She asked.
"What did you have in mind for him?" asked June.
"Why don't we make it up as we go along. I'll race you. First one ashore gets to bite him on the nuts."
June was the first one ashore, and during the long swim in she had resolved on a course of action. Much as she would have loved to return to the big city and live with Sally, loving her every night, safety lay in the lonely mountain cabin with Rice. In the city, there was always the chance that one of Jack's many paid minions would recognize her face in a crowd, track her down, lead the husband who would killer her to his prey. Here in the mountains was safety. Only the occasional fisherman or backpacker visited this remote lake, and the man who once each week drove in with the grocery orders. It was impossible for Jack to send spies out into the woods. June had always been a city girl, at least while Jack had known her, and there was no reason for him to believe that she had changed her ways. Rice could do little to stir her, now that she had tasted the sweet delights that Sally could offer, but the dreadful fear of Jack outweighed her longing for Sally's sweet body. She would play along with Jack and pretend that she still lusted for his cock.
Rice met them at the beach, and with an arm around each woman's waist hustled them into the cabin. His cock had risen to an amazing rigidity at the thought of the mouths and cunts it soon would invade. The thought of shoving it deep into June's ass while Sally sucked gently on his balls almost made him come with anticipation.
Rice couldn't wait. When the urge was upon him he had no time to waste on preliminaries. No sooner were they in the bedroom than he flung himself into the bed, rolled on his back and asked, "Which one of you women is going to suck me first."
As they had previously agreed, June started the action. Slowly, she knelt on the bed between Rice's thighs and leaned forward, gently ran her tongue up the enpurpled shaft of Rice's manhood. The tip of her tongue darted out to lick away the drop of fluid that had seeped through the eye of his cock. Sally, meanwhile, cupped his balls in her hands and stroked them gently. Then she moistened one finger and forced it between the cheeks of Rice's ass. Knowing what was coming, he relaxed his thighs and allowed her to enter him.
Now Joan sucked the entire length of Rice's enormous cock deep into her throat. She had long since learned the trick that every circus sword swallower must, of opening the throat so that long objects may enter it without choking her. She hummed gently, deep in her throat, and the vocal cords thrumming against the head of Rice's cock acted like a natural vibrator, driving him into a frenzy.
Sally shoved her finger into his ass up to the knuckle, then slowly twisted the finger around and around, massaging in the process the insides of his bowels. She twisted her head under Junes and sucked his balls deep into her mouth. Rice's back arched uncontrollably and he came in long, hot jets that battered into June's throat, making her swallow swiftly to avoid being choked. It was the swiftest and most violent orgasm Rice had ever known and he sank back exhausted. But the women would not let him rest. June was still sucking deep and strong at his cock. Sally was still sucking away at his balls and twisting her finger deep in his rectum. Rice's cock, which had begun to go limp, was once more massive and iron hard. Sally pulled her finger out of his ass and removed her mouth from around his balls. Then she straddled his face and lowered her cunt toward his mouth, lowered her cunt toward his mouth.
Rice reached for it eagerly, tongue straining to lap at her dripping juices. She lowered herself until his tongue had made firm contact with her clit and then began slowly rocking herself back and forth, fucking herself on his stiffened tongue. He licked and swallowed as she creamed on his face. His hips pumped his cock deeper and deeper into June's throat. Then he came, spurting against her tonsils.
Before Rice's cock could begin to soften and wilt, June had changed position and mounted him, lowering herself onto his cock until it could go no deeper. Then, with slow, thrusting movements of her hips, she rode him to her own orgasm. Sally came almost at the same time, with June's arms around her from behind and her hands softly fondling Sally's breasts. A moment later they were all laying sprawling on the rug, lost in the intensity of fading orgasms.
Later, in the shower, they scrubbed the sweat and cum away from each other's faces and bodies. The stinging, cold spray revived them, but none of the three could give another thought to sex, at least for the moment. They were spent. Now was the time to think of a satisfying dinner; rare steaks, a salad and a fine Bordeaux from Rice's wine rack.
Over dinner, sipping the '68 Chateau Lafitte, they discussed Rice's latest book and its potential market. Sally believed that it was a sure film sale; XX, of course, but that was what his fans expected of him. If no producer was interested, Rice was prepared to produce and direct the film himself, as he had done several times in the past. They would shoot in Sweden, where production costs were lower and talented performers skilled enough for the sex scenes were available. Later, for the American audience, the English language script could be dubbed in easily and at low cost.
Rice was afire with enthusiasm over the project. His great hope was to some day get one of his films into general release uncut, so that American audiences could appreciate the genuine artistry he brought to his work. For this he was willing to gamble the many hundreds of thousands of dollars a proper production would cost. Of course, his name as writer and producer would probably attract investment money from men and women high in the Hollywood scene who were willing to gamble for the chance of a handsome profit. His biggest problem would be finding two stars with good box office names. Most of the big ones were far beyond his budget and, of the remainder, a few were still somewhat reluctant to fuck before the cameras.
"Devon Morency might do it," Sally said. "He hasn't worked for a while but his name is still good for a draw at the box office. Besides, the word is that he loves to screw in front of an audience."
"I can vouch for that," said Rice. "I met him two years ago at a party in Hollywood, up at Milt Michelob's place, the bandleader. It was a sex party, of course, the kind Milt throws every Saturday night, and the place was really wild. Have you ever been there, Sally?"
"I know the place," Sally answered.
"Well, you know how it is there. The bedrooms were full, three or four couples to a bed and half a dozen of the girls working together to bring one of them off on the big water bed. Devon had been just hanging around and watching that night, not fucking anybody, just drinking beer at the bar and holding casual conversations with whoever happened to be standing next to him. Then this blonde dame I never saw before walks in, stripping as soon as the door closed behind her ... she looked a lot like June, here, except that her tits were a little smaller ... you know how it is at those parties, every broad there is trying to get as many men to come as possible. We're trying to drag it out, make it last, and they're trying to use us up. Maybe they keep score and compare notes after the party's over.
"Anyhow, Devon takes one look at her tits and her blonde snatch and shoves half a dozen other guys out of the way. 'Baby,' he yells, 'I've got ten inches of dick that hasn't been used tonight and it's ready to go.'
"The blonde wanted to use one of the bedrooms. She was willing to crowd into a bed with three other couples, but Devon wasn't having any of that. 'Honey,' he says, 'we're gonna fuck right here in the middle of the floor. I can't even get it up unless there's at least twenty people watching. Hey, all you folks. Gather round and watch us fuck. You are about to see Hollywood's greatest dramatic actor deliver the fuck of his life for your edification, and for the entertainment of this lovely young maiden who is offering up her cunt as a sacrifice. I want someone to keep count,' he said, 'because I guarantee five hundred hard and deep strokes before I can come. I'm gonna dish it out like you never saw it dished before. We'll see if blondie here can take it."
"Did he really have ten inches?" June asked.
"The blonde whipped a tape measure out of her purse, that was all she was wearing by that time," Rice said, "and measured his dick there on the spot. It was ten and a quarter inches along the shaft and four and a half around the base. I've seen bigger, but not many."
"How was his performance?" asked Sally.
"We all kept count aloud and he came at the five hundred and thirteenth pump. The blonde was creaming by the time he'd shoved it in half a dozen times and I don't think she ever stopped."
"Five hundred times," June whispered in awe.
Sally laughed. "Honey, I've known men who could keep it going past the thousand mark. I've also known men with bigger cocks than that. And I've known one with a twelve inch cock who could keep fucking forever. In fact, there was no way you could make him come. He had some sort of condition, I don't know exactly what you call it, but it was impossible for him to come unless a gal shoved her finger up his ass and gave him a prostate massage. Women would pay him to fuck them, but twice a week he had to go to a massage parlor and get that old prostate massaged or his balls would swell up. I gave him the emergency treatment, once, and I swear the guy shot enough cum to fill a wine glass. If it was any good, he could have knocked up half the women in America with one shot ... if they distributed it around right."
"I'd like to see that," June sighed.
"Come on down to the city and live with me," said Sally. "I'll introduce you to him. He really goes for gals who can give him a good finger job."
Rice was instantly angry at the suggestion that June leave him to live with Sally, but June had made up her mind about what she was going to do and saved the situation. "I'd never even consider leaving Rice," she said at once. "He's the man I love and I'm going to stick with him as long as he wants me. Sure, it's been fun, Sally, and I guess I really do like a woman once in a while, but I've decided that I'm basically heterosexual after all. If Rice won't get jealous I'd like to see you now and then, just here and just for kicks. But for regular loving, I'll stick with Rice."
Nothing June might have said could have done more for Rice's masculine ego. He never noticed the wink that flickered from June to Sally, or the smile on Sally's face as she responded. "I wouldn't want to tie June down," he said. "Of course the two of you can have your fun and games. Just so long as I get all the nookie I need."
"That's sweet of you, Rice" said June.
"Of course, that works two ways, doll," said Rice. If I feel like screwing around with Sally, or with some other broad, I don't want you getting jealous."
"I'm not the jealous type, Rice," said June. "You ought to know that by now. Didn't I help Sally get your rocks off for you an hour or so ago?"
"Yeah, baby," said Rice. "I guess you did."
"And say, about that film. I just had a great idea. Remember what I said about the gal Devon was fucking? About how she looked exactly like you except that maybe her tits weren't as good?"
"Yeah," said June. "I remember that. What about it?"
"How would you like to star in a movie? honey," said Rice.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" asked June. "You want me to fuck Devon Morency for a movie audience?"
"You got it, kid," said Rice. "What do you say?"
"I won't do it," said June?
"Why the hell not?" Rice demanded. "You've fucked with other people watching before. What's so special about doing it in front of a camera crew?"
"Rice, you don't understand," intervened Sally. "It's not the damned fucking in front of an audience that bothers her."
"Then what in hell is the problem?" demanded Rice.
"My husband, Jack," whispered June. "If I do a film like that he's bound to see it. He'll track me down. He'll follow me to the ends of the Earth, and when he finds me he'll kill me. Now do you understand?"
The conversation stopped as they thoughtfully considered June's problem, and what might be done to solve it.
"I guess you're right, June," said Rice. "I was thinking only of myself. Whatever the cost, we must never allow you to fall again into the clutches of that monster."
CHAPTER THREE
That night was a soothing one for June and Rice and Sally. After the frenzied emotional discharges and violent fucking they had experienced during the day, each wanted a peaceful evening. They shared the king-size water bed in the master bedroom, taking turn about with each other. But this time the sex was restful and relaxing. Finally, when they had concluded the preliminary games, Rice fucked each of the women to a slow climax and then June sucked him off. Then they slept, while the moon glided across the treetops. An occasional splash from the lake told anyone listening that the fish were happy, too, leaping and feeding. A deer strolled from the woods and nibbled at the vegetables June had planted weeks earlier. A raccoon rummaged through the garbage, selected several bones with plenty of meat still attached and ambled down to the shoreline to wash them before dining. A fox ghosted through the clearing, looking for mice to eat. Many, many miles away, June's husband, Jack, was tracking down a false lead.
Many months earlier, soon after June had escaped his clutches, his father had appropriated sufficient funds for a nationwide search. He had also approached certain corruptible officials in high office and made what he considered necessary arrangements. Within days, the chief of police in a major eastern city, where Jack's father had especial influence, had arranged for flyers to be sent out to other police forces all across the nation, describing a desperately wanted fugitive from the law. The flyers stated that the suspect was believed to be associated with an underground terrorist group and was not to be apprehended when seen. Instead, her presence was to be reported to a central authority so that special government investigators might follow her to her confederates. She was to be followed, of course, and the place where she lived determined, but that was all. The government would send the proper experts to take her alive for questioning. June's photograph, of course, accompanied the flyer.
Jack and one of his brothers were tracking down someone reported by the Chicago police as suspiciously resembling the lady in the photograph. Everything about her description seemed right; apparent age, height, hair color. The reporting officer had stated that the woman he had seen was virtually a perfect match for the photograph. Acting on the instructions in the flyer, he had followed her to a rented apartment in a quiet residential section of Chicago. He had also discovered that she worked evenings as a waitress in a popular nightclub. Jack and his brother had forced their way into her apartment, picking the lock (Jack was an expert at picking locks) to enter without damaging the door. There they waited in the dark for June to return.
At three in the morning the rattle of a key in the dark told them that their victim had returned, and they waited beside the door.
Their victim never even had a chance to turn on the light in her apartment. As she stepped through the door and reached for the light switch, Jack grasped her by the wrist and dragged her into the apartment, slamming the door behind her. Almost at the same instant, his brother pulled a pillow case down over their victim's head and then, just as a scream was forming in her throat, bashed her over the head with a blackjack, a leather pouch filled with lead birdshot. Then they snapped on the lights. Leaving the pillowcase in place, they rolled their unconscious victim in a blanket and tied it above her head and below her feet. Five minutes later she was in the trunk of their car, still bound, and they were speeding through the night to the small town where the family made its home. If the bound victim in the trunk of their car needed food and water, what was that to them. Twenty hours and more than a thousand miles later, they were carrying their feebly writhing burden up the steps into the family home.
"Shit, boys, you got the wrong one," said Jack's father. "That ain't Jack's wife. Don't know who she is, but she sure as shit ain't Jack's wife."
"Sorry, Dad," said Jack. "Everyone said she was an exact match for the picture. And we didn't have time to sit around and take a good look at her. We had to grab her and run if we didn't want the police nosing around. What'll we do now?"
The girl, who really looked enough like June to pass for her sister, lay terrified on the floor, too frightened to scream for help or even talk. She had thrown up in the trunk of the car and her clothes were stained with vomit. Tears had run ragged groves through the makeup on her cheeks. She was fainting with hunger, but would have been too terrified to eat even if food had been set before her.
"Throw her in the tub and wash her up, boys," said the old man. After she's clean we can see if she's useful for something."
Whooping and laughing, the brothers carried the girl from the room, stripping her filthy clothing away as they did so.
"Her titties ain't as nice as June's," said one.
"Man, I can't wait to get my cock into that tight little ass," added another.
Their farther roared after them, "Don't a one of you touch that young woman. I'll decide what's to be done with her and no one else."
Then he turned to Jack and backhanded the young man across the side of the head. "Next time make sure of what you're doing. Every time you make a mistake like this we're closer to getting caught, and there comes a point where no amount of money will buy off the law. That's three times that you've found the wrong woman, and there's one dead body that the New York police are still looking for a killer for. Next time make dead certain before you take a woman, or even bust into her apartment. From now on I don't want you touching nobody until she's been totally identified and I give the word." He belted Jack across the face again. "You understand me, son?"
"Yeah, Dad," Jack replied, rubbing his smarting face. "But what are we going to do with this one?"
"We'll keep her here as long as she lasts," said the old man. "What else did you think we'd do. Can't go wasting a woman just because she's the wrong one. And we sure can't afford to let her go. She'd be screaming to the police five minutes out that door, and they might listen to her. No, we'll keep her until she's worn out her newness and then ... well ... I've been thinking that it's about time we planted some new rosebushes out back . ... "
Not many minutes afterward, the first sobbing whimpers echoed through the house as the old man thrust his huge cock deep into the young girl's virgin ass.
Dawn at the high mountain cabin brought the whining sound of a protesting automobile engine as Rice's policeman friend Randy drove his battered Chevy pickup truck into the glade there the cabin nestled. He tooted on the horn, sending birds fluttering away through the trees and the deer in startled leaps away across the meadow. The raccoon had long since settled down in his den for a long day's sleep.
"Hey, you in the cabin," Randy yelled. "Hey, Rice. It's me. Your old buddy, Randy, and I'm randy as hell. I got a case of scotch in the back of this old truck and a hard-on I could break rocks with."
He leaned on the horn again and kept his hand there, until Rice, bleary with sleep, staggered naked out of the cabin and wrestled him out of the trunk. "Randy you old son of a bitch, how the hell are you. Come on in and meet the ladies. Leave the scotch in the trunk, we can get it later."
"Hey, that's expensive stuff I brought," said Randy. "Leave it out here and someone will steal it. "
"You're not in the city now with thieves on every corner," said Rice. "There's no one here to steal your scotch but the deer and the squirrels, and they don't drink. Come on inside and meet the women. Hey, June," he yelled. "Get the coffee and eggs on, we've got a guest for the weekend."
Randy had obviously been sampling his own scotch on the long drive up from the city, because he staggered a bit as he entered the cabin. He staggered even more whan he was greeted at the kitchen door by a dazzlingly naked young lady who was obviously blonde and who didn't seem to mind at all that there was a man admiring her voluptuous body."
"You must be Randy," the lovely young vision said. "Rice told us last night that you were coming up but we didn't expect you so early in the morning. You must have driven all night."
"Lady, if I'd known that there was something like you waiting for me at the end of the drive I'd have flapped my arms and flown all the way," said Randy. "Are you the treat Rice said would be waiting for me?"
June laughed. "No, I belong to Rice. But we have another gal here named Sally who said that she'd be delighted to teach you a few tricks. That is, if your wife doesn't mind."
"What my wife doesn't know will never hurt her," said Randy, "and I'm sure enough not about to tell her. Now lead me to the new love of my life and I'll show her the special present I brought along just for her." With that, Randy grabbed the huge bulge in the front of his pants and tugged at it. "Where is the gal? What's she waiting for?"
"She's taking a shower and will be here in a minute," June said. "Meanwhile, how about a cup of coffee?"
"Meanwhile, how about me," said Sally from the kitchen doorway. She was stark naked and still dripping from the shower. All she wore was a towel, and that was wrapped around her hair.
June smiled to herself at the wisdom of the older woman. Her body was still perfect, but her gray hair, which she refused to dye, gave her age away. With the gray hair hidden by the towel she could easily have passed for a woman in her late twenties, instead of the forty-six that she admitted to. June had a hunch that the actual figure was at least five years more than that. But even up close in a good light, Sally's body was enough to turn on even the most hardened rue. It had turned June on, and she had never really made love to a woman before.
Randy was stunned at the sight. June's glorious body had turned him on at first, but Sally's more voluptuous body were the type he dreamed of while fucking his wife, which happened about once every three months. The rest of the time either he'd rather jerk off than stick his cock into her fat body or she had a headache or some other such excuse for turning him down. Mostly, to keep his sanity, he made it with the commercial whores who roamed the sleazier sections of the city. In return for ignoring their activities he would get a quick blow job in a dark alley or a quickie fuck in a bed reeking of old cum. Twice he had caught the clap from women he'd figured were certainly clean. He'd fucked them only hours after they had been released from jail terms. They must have caught the clap five minutes after getting out of the can, he thought.
"You better get some sack time in before you take me on, friend," said Sally. "I don't know what kind of fucking you're used to, but what I deliver makes strong men buckle at the knees."
She strolled over to him and held out a hand, reaching for his crotch, clutching it. "That's a lot of meat you're carrying there. I'll bet it tastes good, too."
Randy creamed in his pants, right on the spot. Sally felt spurting through the pants and laughed. "Maybe the first thing you ought to do is get out of those pants and let me clean them for you. And don't be ashamed of coming like that. Most men do when I get my hands on them."
Soon Randy was as naked as the rest of them and all four were finishing a huge breakfast of bacon and eggs in the now crowded kitchen. "If any more people show up we'll have to eat on the lawn," Rice said. "Four is about the maximum this place can hold. Say, Randy, now that you've had a chance to relax and get a good look at them, what do you think of this pair of women?"
Randy, for the first time, allowed himself to examine the women's faces. His eyes had been strongly drawn to their enticing tits and asses, and the juicy pink lips barely visible through their cunt hairs, that he had actually ignored what their faces looked like. He considered Sally first, because she was going to be his during the weekend. He saw a strong face, good bones, ripe and luscious lips that could hold a man's cock until he cried for mercy. She had the towel off her hair so that the gray showed now, but Randy found that he didn't mind her gray hair a bit. He thought that she was probably prematurely gray. Oh, maybe she was thirty or so, but he'd had older women than that and they'd worked him over more than well enough.
Then his eyes skipped to June's face. It was a beautiful face, certainly, but there was something about it that tugged at his memory. Somewhere, recently, he had seen that face or a reproduction of it. Now his trained policeman's mind began shuffling through its filing system. He had it. The subversive girl, the wanted terrorist, the one on the flyer. What were the instructions that came with the description and picture? That was it. Do not arrest! She was not to even be held for questioning. Not alarmed at all. Just find out where she was living and what she was doing. Get the names of her employers, her friends, the people she hung out with. Then it would be possible to arrest not just the girl, but the entire terrorist ring she operated with.
"So you're June," Randy said.
"That's right," June answered. "Rhymes with moon and soon and noon. Are you planning to make up a poem about me?"
Randy couldn't help laughing. "No, June, but I am kind of fascinated with your face."
Then realizing that he might have gone too far and tipped his hand, he changed the subject. "Are you here for the weekend, too?"
"No," June answered. "I live up here with Rice. I type his manuscripts and edit them, cook his meals, make his bed and share it with him. I'm Rice's steady piece."
Randy was shaken. Was his old buddy, Rice, a part of a terrorist conspiracy? Or was this woman just using him as a cover-up, taking advantage of his good nature, hiding out from the law in the home of a respected citizen.
"What about Sally," he asked, "is she a permanent resident also?"
It was Sally who answered the question. "I wouldn't live with that fucker Rice on a bet. I'm just his agent, his ten percenter. So long as I sell his manuscripts I own ten percent of his ass, of his cock, his balls and everything else. I'm here for the weekend, just like you."
Randy was delighted with Sally's answer. If Sally was legitimate, and if Rice was really up in this lonely mountain cabin to write books, then it was likely that his old friend was in the clear. It had to be that way. June was just using Rice to divert attention from herself. Well, he would have the weekend in which to draw his conclusions. When he returned to the city he would pass on his information to higher authorities and let them take it from there. Meanwhile, all he had to do was watch, listen and get in as much fucking as possible. This weekend he could screw his balls off and maybe get a commendation for it. "Pour me another cup of coffee, babe," he said to June. "One more and I'll be ready to show your lady friend what a real man is like in the sack."
Ten minutes later June was lying on the sofa with her head in Rice's lap, while the two of them watched intently Sally and Randy making out on the floor. Sally was priming Randy's pump, sucking off with long, slow strokes of her head while her teeth gently nibbled on his cock and her tongue slurped around its shaft. Randy had his head arched back and his eyes closed. His entire body was trembling with pleasure and a little trickle of moisture dribbled from the side of his mouth. Randy was drooling.
Slowly, without changing the rate at which her head bobbed up and down, Sally worked her way around so that her body was alongside Randy's, instead of between his knees. Then she swung one leg over Randy. Her cunt, dripping with moisture, hovered over his face. Randy's nose twitches as he caught the scent of her love juices. His tongue darted out and licked his lips. Inch by inch Sally lowered her cunt toward Randy's face.
On the sofa, Rice's fingers were busy with June's body, probing deep into her cunt. June was torn between two desires. She wanted to turn her head and take Rice's cock deep into her mouth, but to do that she would have to stop watching what Sally and Randy were doing on the rug. Curiosity won out over loyalty to Rice's cock. Besides, she had sucked it many times before and was familiar with it. Rice could damn well wait a few minutes for his cocksucking. Watching Sally in action was a special treat she owed herself.
Now Sally's cunt made first contact with Randy's lips and the effect on him was galvanic. His eyes snapped open. He tried to strain away from the insisting cunt. He was a cop, after all, and according to his creed cops did not go around licking cunts, at least not strange cunts they'd only met an hour or two ago. He tried his best to escape the wet warmth of it. He blew at it, as though the force of his breath could move it away from his mouth. Sally stopped squatting with no more than a sixteenth of an inch to go, and then she waited. Slowly the juices of her cunt accumulated, moistened the tangle of wiry gray hairs that composed her bush. June and Rice, watching from the sofa, knew what was about to happen. And then it did. A single drop of cunt juice trickled down a hair and plopped against Randy's lips, trickled between them. Whether he liked it or not he was committed. Randy lunged upward with his face and buried his mouth in the thicket of hair, licking and slurping. Sally's entire body quivered as his tongue made contact with her clit, and then the two of them were lashing away at each other like starved wolves, both bodies bucking and heaving as they struggled toward orgasm.
June had had enough. She turned her head away from the lovers and opened her mouth to receive Rice's engorged cock, slurping it in slowly, nibbling on its shaft, tonguing it, sucking it, bobbing her head back and forth so that she fucked him with her mouth. Rice came in long, heavy spurts while June swallowed and swallowed to keep from strangling. She wasn't sure about that character who was supposed to shoot enough cum to fill a wine glass, but she knew that Rice had enough and to spare.
Rice lay back for a moment recovering from his orgasm and then devoted himself to bringing off his love partner. His fingers quickened their beat in her cunt, teasing and pinching her clit until she came in waves of creaming ecstasy, but that was not enough. June was a woman who could come and come again dozens of times, and it would take far more than one good orgasm to satisfy her insatiable cunt. Rice knew what she need, knew exactly what it took to push her over the edge into one long, continuous and protracted series of orgasms from which she took hours to recover.
Gently, he lifted her off his lap and rolled her over on her belly, face down on the sofa. He took two large pillows and positioned them under her crotch so that her ass was raised high in the air, inviting, pink and rounded. Then he spread wide the cheeks of her ass and dipped his face into the cleft, ran his wet tongue over the bud of her ass-hole until it was soaking, thoroughly lubricated and beginning to relax and open. He poised himself over her and then slowly forced the entire length of his cock into her. The effect was as though June had been hit with a high voltage electric shock. Her entire body stiffened, trembled, then began to undulate to some secret music heard only within the depths of her mind. She hummed and vibrated like the strings of a violin.
It wasn't only June who received pleasure from this act. Her ass was tighter than any cunt could be, hotter than her mouth and more clinging. It was the greatest sensation he had ever felt and he was going to drag it out for as long as could stand the pleasure.
Two others were enjoying the entire process. Sally and Randy had finished their double suck in the sixty-nine position and were resting from their efforts. Now they crawled closer across the carpet and watched in amazement the entire process. Randy passed his hand under June and helped her along by massaging the nipples of one tit. Sally reached out and gently held Rice's balls, massaging them tenderly. Randy and Sally together, the two of them acting in silent accord, coaxed June and Rice to one after the other of the most awesome climaxes either had ever known.
Rice shot himself empty. Cum burst from the head of his cock in a never-ending stream to bathe the bowels of June. And she, caught in a giant, almost perpetual orgasm creamed until the pillows beneath her were soaked through. Then Rice collapsed across her back, totally spent. June, also, drifted away into unconsciousness.
Rice was the first to become fully aware. "Jesus," he said, I don't think I ever came that long or that hard before. That was a fuck to remember."
Randy was open with his admiration. "Hey, Rice old buddy," he said, "do you fuck like that all the time?"
"No," Rice told him. "Only when I've got a hard-on and June's ass to stick it into. Why? You feeling jealous perhaps? Don't you cops get all the nookie you want down in the big city?"
"You've got to be crazy, man," answered Randy. "That new reform mayor we've got will kick any cop's ass off the force if he finds out that he's been fucking away from home. The bastard's got the idea that the only clean cop is a cop with no sex life. I've been twelve years on the force and I've never taken a dime. Never will. But if that fat assed mayor had seen what Sally an me were just doing he'd throw me in the can as a crooked cop. About all I ever get to fuck is my wife, that's on the rare occasions when she's willing to put out, and if you knew my wife you'd know that even a hand job from a monkey would be better."
"If you really want to find out what a monkey's like," said Sally, "I've got a writer friend, Hollywood movie type, who's got a lady chimpanzee in his house. If you let him watch and take pictures I'D bet that he'll let you fuck her, no charge."
Randy turned red with embarrassment while the three others howled with laughter. "If a chimpanzee's too small for you Randy," Rice laughed, "I'll shop around and find someone who's got a gorilla. Then you can really go to town. Say, let me ask you something really personal."
"What do you want to know?" asked Randy.
"Was Sally's the first cunt you ever licked?"
"Where'd you get that idea?" Randy was a bit defensive with his question. "Of course I've eaten pussy before. It's just that I generally don't eat it until I've softened it up with a little fucking first. I'm used to having the courses in a different order."
"Was there enough seasoning in it for you?" Sally asked.
"Yeah," added June. "Maybe it would have tasted better with a little salt and pepper."
"If you like it with catsup, come back next week," said Rice, adding to the humor. "I hear that Sally is going to have her period about that time."
"Hell," said Randy, "now that I've found out what it tastes like I'll even eat it raw, with the hair on."
"I don't know about you people," said June, "but I'm about ready for a swim. Why don't we all go down to the lake and cool off?"
"That's a great idea," said Sally.
"You gals go on ahead," said Rice. "Me and Randy will be along in a minute with some cold champagne, so we can cool off inside, too."
A moment later the two women were splashing into the water, swimming hard for the raft.
Back ashore, Randy turned to Rice and asked, "Where did you find that broad, Rice, and how long has she been with you?"
"Why do you want to know," responded Rice. "Are you thinking of taking her away from me?"
"No," he answered, "that Sally is more than enough woman for any man to handle. Besides, you know the situation I'm in. If I had anything like a regular broad my wife would be suing for a divorce yesterday. She'd get the house, the car, the kids, everything. And she'd get a mortgage on my pay for the next thirty years. I sure liked fucking Sally..."
"That wasn't fucking you two were doing, Randy," said Rice. "I was watching, and you sure weren't doing anything to her but licking her big hairy snatch while she blew you."
"Well, whatever it was we were doing doesn't matter," said Randy. "What I was trying to say was that no matter how great a lay any woman was, I couldn't have anything steady. I've put in too much time on the force to throw it away for a woman. Any woman."
"Then why are you so curious about June?" Rice really wanted to know.
Randy was still questioning. "How long have you known her and where did you two meet?"
"About six months," said Rice. "We met at a party over at Don Berg's place. You know Don, the guy who does the comic strip about the talking football that's tired of being kicked around. Why? Have you got something on her?"
"Maybe," said Randy. "I won't be sure until I get back to the city and check out some pictures. There's been a wanted bulletin out for almost a year on a woman that looks exactly like she does, as near as I can tell. Maybe if I had a picture of her that I could take back to the city with me to compare with the one on the bulletin, then I could be sure"
"No, it couldn't be June," said Rice. "She's one of the sweetest kids I've ever run across and there isn't a mean bone in her body. Besides, she's the best damned typist I've ever had. Ninety words a minute and she never makes a mistake. Cleans up all my typos, corrects my spelling, cooks great meals and fucks like crazy. No. You've got to be wrong. No broad with all her talents could be bad."
"I'm pretty sure it's her, buddy," said Randy. "I hate to do it, but I'm a cop even before I'm a friend of yours. If I have to bust her, that's exactly what I'm going to do."
"What's she wanted for?" asked Rice.
"The bulletin says that she's a member of some terrorist group," said Randy. "You know. Those crazies who go around blowing up post offices and kidnapping young kids and turning them into dope freaks. If I ever get any of them in front of my gun I'll blow them away."
"But June can't be one of them," insisted Rice. "For one thing, she's turned off by drugs. Don told me that he'd offered her some marijuana that he'd just gotten from Mexico and she almost tore his ass off for even suggesting it. Told him that all drugs were evil. That they got kids to doing freaky things, and that pot was the worst of all because it was what the young kids got started on. She really ripped him up one side and down the other about it."
"Well, like I said," offered Randy, "I ain't certain yet. I could be way off base about her. But I've got to get a picture of her so that I can check her out. Don't worry about it, buddy. I'll probably be calling you next week to say that it was three other women, one of which was my mother-in-law. Did I ever tell you about that old bitch?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Jack's father watched while his sons dug the long, deep hole in the ground that would eventually be a rose bed. "Lay a little lime in there with her, boys. It makes the ground better for the roses."
A slight form, wrapped only in an old cotton sheet, lay on the ground beside the hole. The high brick wall hid the garden from the eyes of passing strangers and effectively saved them from discovery. Several nearby beds of exceptionally strong and healthy rose bushes attested to the fact that this was not the first body to find nameless repose in the unofficial graveyard. The house had been built by Jack's great grandfather, and four consecutive generations had added their victims to the soil. No records had been kept, of course, and no one in the family really knew how many graves the garden contained. The skull and bones they had turned up while excavating for this one crumbled away at the touch, indicating that they had been in the moist ground for more than a hundred years.
"That's deep enough," the old man finally shouted. "No point in you boys working yourselves any harder than you have to. Now toss her in and fill it up. And don't forget that lime. I like fresh roses on my table at breakfast, and that's the way to grow them. Don't know of a better one."
A sack of lime dragged from the garage and dumped into the hole, the chunk of shovels into damp soil and in a few minutes the job was done. Another nameless victim gone to her eternal rest at the hands of this family of monsters.
Many, many miles to the east, Randy slowly drove down the winding mountain road toward the city, hoping against hope that the pictures in his pocket ... after the roll of lm was developed and printed ... would not match the face and figure of June. He had gotten to know the girl quite well during his weekend at the cabin and he could understand why Rice was so strongly drawn to her. She had a simplicity, an innocence, that far transcended her sexuality. When she and Rice fucked, and he had watched them at it several times during the past two days, it was with the easy simplicity of animals, unburdened by any thoughts of guilt or sin. They fucked because it felt good to do so, because it satisfied the needs of their bodies. Randy, trained and conditioned by his parents and his job toward entirely different attitude toward sex could never achieve that innocence himself, but he could recognize it in others. He shook his head sadly at the thought of that innocent creature arrested, possibly confined behind bars for the remainder of her life, but there was nothing he could do. He was a cop, and as he had told Rice, an honest one. Just as he could never accept a bribe ... and he had been offered many during his career on the force ... so also was he incapable of allowing a known criminal to go free. If he had to bust June he would do so. He might regret it, but duty was duty.
As all professional writers know ... and non-writers cannot comprehend, the writing of a book is one of the most grueling and demanding tasks a human can set himself to. Hour after hour, day after day, week after week, he drags himself to the typewriter and pounds away at its keyboard. When inspiration leaves him, and it does this to all writers from time to time, he drives through the empty period by just continuing to write although he may fill wastebaskets with discarded sheets. Sooner or later inspiration will come again. Finally, eventually, the last sheet of paper clatters through his typewriter and the book is done. For a time, after that, the very last thing in the world that he wants to do is begin anodier book. There are successful novelists who work to a schedule of a full year off between books. During that year, generally, they play. This was Rice's playing time.
With Sally and Randy gone back to the city, and no one left in the mountain valley to disturb them, they played with each other. They drifted on the lake in a small boat, fishing, until the lure of each other's bodies drove them ashore where fucking could be done in civilized comfort. There is little that can be done in the confines of a rowboat.
They swam in the cool waters, dozed on the beach in the sun, licked and sucked gently at each other's cunt and cock during the warm heat of the day. Rice's mind was blank except when concentrating on extracting the last ounce of pleasure from June's ripe ass. June thought of nothing but dragging Rice's pleasures out to the furthermost limit with her mouth and tongue. He would lie on his back for endless hours, legs apart, while she licked him slowly upward, beginning with his toes. Her tongue would squirm between them, lavishing affection, then upward and around his ankles. The calves of his legs would be thoroughly attended to, the backs of his knees where he was particularly sensitive, then upward along his thighs, switching from one leg to the other as the mood suited her. Finally, inevitable, her tongue would rove to his crotch, to the folds of flesh where his thighs joined his body. Then she would take his balls into her mouth, first one at a time and then both together, sucking gently at them while he reached down and gently stroked her head. At last, when the tension in both had become unbearable, her mouth would leave his balls and seek his rod of manhood, his meat weapon, his cudgel of love and take its entire length deep into her mouth. Then she would rest like that for a quarter of an hour or more, only occasionally moving her tongue to remind him that a warm and loving human being was tending to his needs. Slowly but certainly the tensions would mount within him until they could be contained no longer. His hips would begin to move with a rocking motion, and her head would begin to slowly bob up and down in response. The grip of her mouth would become firmer. The nibbling of her teeth would become more insistent. Deep beneath his balls the reservoir of cum would begin building its pressures, straining at the minute internal sphincters that contained the thick and steaming fluid. At last the moment would be reached where tensions had mounted beyond the point where mere flesh could control them. The sphincters would open and the appropriate muscles contract spasmatically. Out through the hole at the tip of his cock the musty fluid, life bearing though not impregnating, would jet in heavy spurts. June would swallow and swallow, tasting the rank sexiness of it, inhaling its musky odor. Then both Rice and June would sink back onto the beach and submerge themselves in slumber.
An entire week went by in this manner, including the weekend. No one came up to the cabin to disturb them. Sally was busy with the publisher, working out contractual arrangements concerning foreign and reprint rights. In this she had Rice's complete confidence and power of attorney. She could and did sign contracts in his name and he never questioned her judgment. Sally had made him a wealthy man and, regardless of the relationship that had once existed between them, had taken good care of his business matters. He was content to love and live and write and leave business to her.
Elsewhere in the city, Randy had also been busy. The exposed film had been developed and printed, the photos returned to him. With a magnifying glass, Randy compared the laughing young woman in the pictures with the drawn and harried face in the wanted bulletin. The expressions were different. There was no resemblance in the background or clothing; June had been induced to dress for the pictures Randy had taken. But the face could not be disguised and the height and weight were exact matches. As a trained police officer, Randy could guess an individual's height to the fraction of an inch and weight to within a pound or two, and he had had plenty of opportunity that weekend to observe June in the entirely natural state, stripped of all her clothing. He was as intimate with her body as anyone except a physician or a lover could be. There could not be a mistake. June was the woman in the wanted picture.
Randy acted on his knowledge, though he hesitated long before doing so. He was tempted, he admitted to himself, to betray his police dedication to the law and tear up the pictures he had taken, banish from his mind the knowledge that June was a fugitive from justice. In the end, however, training and his natural bent toward law and order won out over his instincts. He reasoned to himself that she was probably innocent of whatever charges were held against her and that her innocence could be proved in a court of law. Rice could afford to hire the finest lawyers to defend her. Witnesses would undoubtedly be found who could swear to her innocence. If he notified the higher authorities of her whereabouts justice could be expected to run its course. The odds were, based on what he had learned about June during that unforgettable weekend, that she would be acquitted of all charges. After that, she could go where she pleased unafraid of the law, or she could remain with Rice and, perhaps, eventually marry him. Randy secretly believed that Rice needed a permanent woman, a wife, to care for his needs, despite his own unfortunate marital experience. Following the instructions that had come with the wanted poster, Randy wrote a long letter and sent it, with the photographs, to the designated address. He did not, however, include any information about June's whereabouts. Before he surrendered that information Randy wanted certain assurances about the measures which would be taken to insure June's safety. He wanted no gun-happy federal men chasing her through the mountains.
The man who stepped off the plane at the airport did not match Randy's expectations of what a federal officer should look like. His hair was too long. His suit was a bit too stylish. He didn't carry the customary briefcase. And there was a furtive gleam to his eyes that deeply disturbed Randy. Something about the man smelled of emotional instability, and although Randy was no psychologist, he had been a cop far too long not to be sensitive to emotional impressions. Although he received the assurances he asked for regarding June's safety, it was still with great reluctance that he revealed her whereabouts. Even then he was not satisfied.
"Are you going up there alone to take her in?" he asked the federal man.
"No," was the response from Jack.
Jack, her husband, had tracked June down. Now he was preparing to pounce on his victim.
"I have assistants arriving on the next plane," said Jack. "Between us we should be able to handle her without any trouble."
"Maybe I ought to go with you," said Randy. "She might be more willing to surrender if I'm there."
Jack's eyes gleamed with sudden interest and hatred. "Why should she feel safer with you there?" he asked. "Have you been fucking her?" Rage seethed behind his eyes.
Randy suddenly knew that his suspicions of the federal man had been justified. No law officer working for the government would have reacted in that manner. It was too obvious that this man, whoever he was, had a personal and not necessarily a professional interest in June.
"I haven't touched the woman," Randy countered. "She's just a friend of a friend and I met her while spending a weekend at the friend's cabin."
"This friend a man?" asked Jack.
"Well of course he's a man, but I had my own woman up there and didn't try to share her," said Randy, regretting his words the instant he saw the expression on the federal man's face. "Besides, why should you worry about her sex life?"
Jack realized that he had erred in his behavior and immediately attempted to cover it up, but his efforts were too late. Randy allowed him to believe, however, that he had no real curiosity about June's guilt or fate.
"Well," he said, if you have help coming then I guess you won't be needing me along. Good luck and maybe I'll see you around."
Jack nodded curtly and left.
As soon as he was gone Randy ran for a phone and stuffed coins into the slot while fumbling through his pockets for the phone number at the cabin. He found it and dialed, heard the phone ringing at the other end of the line. He allowed it to ring at least two dozen times before he hung up. Wherever they were or whatever they were doing, it was nowhere near the cabin. It might be hours before they returned, and long before then a plane might land bringing the reinforcements the stranger who claimed to be a federal officer was expecting. Randy realized that he had probably made a grave error, an error that might bring destruction or death down upon Rice and June. There was only one possible solution. Randy dialed his office and explained that he would be away for a day or more on a case. Then he hastened to his car, filled its tank at the nearest station and headed for the mountains. He drove as fast as he could considering the conditions of the road. He only hoped that he would arrive in time.
Back at the airport, Jack greeted his father and two brothers. The old man had decided that this time he would oversee the operation himself to insure that nothing went wrong. The four men climbed aboard a waiting amphibian that had been chartered in advance. The door closed behind them and the ungainly looking plane waddled across the field and lurched into the sky. In the cabin, Jack gave the pilot a map showing the location of the mountain lake where Rice's cabin stood. There was not the slightest chance that Randy could arrive before them, and little he could do if he arrived late.
There had been a good reason why Rice did not answer the phone, and it was deep in June's ass. They had turned once again to this favored method of gaining sexual satisfaction, and had been fast approaching climax together when the phone began to ring. It is doubtful that either of them even heard it and certain that even if they had, neither would have been willing to stop what they were doing and answer it.
The sex had been good, but June was moody and unhappy. Rice, ever sensitive to her moods, asked what was troubling her.
"I can't explain it," she said, "but there's this sense of impending doom hanging over me. I feel as though someone is walking on my grave."
As a writer, Rice was particularly sensitive to the thoughts and emotions of others. He thought for the first time ... he had actually forgotten about his conversations with Randy ... about the impending possibility of June's arrest, and decided that he owed it to her to tell her about Randy's suspicions.
"June," he said as they lay side by side on the raft in the center of the mountain lake, "Randy told me something about you before he left that I find difficult to believe. He said that you were wanted by the law in connection with terrorist activities."
June was so stunned by the accusation that she was speechless for a moment. Then she responded. "Terrorist activities? Me? Where did he ever get that idea?"
"From a wanted bulletin that came across his desk," said Rice.
"But that's impossible," replied June. "There must be some terrible mistake. I never. . . " Then the terrible reality of Rice's last statements struck home and she whispered one word. "Jack....."
"Who's Jack?" asked Rice.
June whispered the answer. "My husband. He's coming to kill me. I can feel it. He swore that if I ever left him he would track me down to the ends of the earth and destroy me. That has to be it. You can't imagine the power and influence he and his family have. I'd rather die than go back to him." Then she unfolded the entire terrible story to Rice's, who had heard only bits and pieces before. A story so unbelievable that she had never confided it in its entirety to any other human. And Rice believed her.
"What a fool I was," he said, "not to have realized once that you could never have been involved in anything criminal. I should have had greater faith in you. Now it's too late. Randy liked you, but he's an honest cop. I'm sure that by now he's confirmed that the woman being sought is you and has notified those pursuing you."
Then he revealed the true purpose of the pictures June had so innocently posed for.
"I'm so frightened, Rice," June said. "I know that even as we lie here, that beast is hurrying on his way to claim me. Please take me away from here. Now, before nightfall. I want to leave at once."
"Right now, baby," said Rice, as he prepared to leave the raft and swim to shore. "Let's not wait another minute."
Both paused and listened to the distant droning that cut through the stillness of the mountain air, growing in intensity.
"Planes seldom fly through this high valley," said rice. "It's off all the main routes and there aren't even any small private fields in the area."
Rice felt his heart lurch in fear as the amphibious plane soared over the mountainside across the lake and settled toward the water. "He's here," he shouted "That has to be him. Quick, swim for the shore as fast as you can."
He and June hurled themselves into the water and swam frantically for shore, but the dark shadow of the plane swept over them as they struggled toward the shore. They dragged themselves side by side from the water to face the four grim figures who awaited them.
"You haven't changed a bit, daughter," said the old man. "Filled out a mite, maybe, but that's all for the good. Your tits used to be a bit skimpy for my taste. Now tell us who this miserable bastard is whom you've been adulterously fucking. I like to know a man's name before I beat his brains out."
"Now see here," Rice said to the old man. "This is still a free country and a woman can leave her husband if she pleases. You have no legal hold on her. Now, if you don't leave this place at once I'll have you arrested for trespassing. I own the entire valley and you're standing on my land."
The old man backhanded Rice across the face and knocked him to the ground. "Tie him up and drag him to the cabin, boys," he told his sons. "I'll decide how long he lives later. Right now I'm in the mood to exercise my rights as father to you and yours. I've been deprived too long. On your knees, daughter." With that, the old man unbuckled his belt and allowed his pants to fall around his ankles. Purplish red, ridged and welted with blue veins and arteries, his giant cock rose toward her mouth.
June shuddered at the horrifying sight. Many times, before she had managed to escape the family's clutches, she had been forced to suck that foul and enormous dick, forced to swallow his sour and acid cum. Now she would be once again subjected to his sadistic sexual whims.
"Take it in your mouth," the old man thundered at her. "Deep," he commanded. "All the way in." He cuffed her once across the face. "And don't get any ideas about fighting me. I killed the last woman who allowed her teeth to draw my blood."
June collapsed on the beach, almost fainting, but the old man grabbed her by the hair and hauled her back to her knees. Slowly he forced her face toward his waiting weapon. Against all her will June's mouth opened and sucked in the heavy club of flesh. Sick with terror ... and was it a trace of lust that the terror inspired ... she slowly began to move her mouth up and down the shaft, responding like a wind-up toy, driven by instincts ages old to perform the act she had dreaded for so many months since her escape. She hated and feared the old man even more than she did her husband, Jack, but she was a woman in the grip of a dominating man. She no longer had a will of her own. She would rather have died than submit, but that was before she felt the full power of the cock deep in her throat. Whatever else he was, the old man was a dominant male, and June's female genes could do nothing but respond. Tears of shame trickled down her face as she felt the hot moistness welling in her cunt. Now that she was in the grip of lust she remembered much more about the months she had spent as a captive sex toy of her husband and his family.
Oh, how she had hated him for the way he had betrayed her innocence on their wedding night. Never had a bride been so totally shamed. Yet now she admitted to herself that before she fled in the depths of night she had willingly descended to the same depths of sexual lust that drove her husband, his father and his brothers. Many had been the mad drunken revel in which she had willingly shared every opening of her body with the entire tribe in one continuous, nightlong orgy of teeth and tits and twisting, probing fingers; of double cocks in her cunt as two men fucked her at once while a third drove his weapon deep into her ass and still another drained his steaming cum deep into her throat. Drunken, mad with liquor, she had managed to reach depths of degradation and heights of pleasure-undiluted and lustful pleasure-as few women can possibly have known. Nightly she drained cock after cock of its first load of juice, then licked each one to a second hard-on so that ass and cunt might receive their due. Yes, they had forced her at first. But after that she had come to them willingly, avidly, and they had revealed to her the bloody history of the family.
Once the deadly secrets had been revealed there was no way the family could ever allow her to leave. The chances were that no one would ever believe her stories, if she told them, but there was always that very slight chance that she would reveal their secrets to a believing ear. June, innocent of such dangerous knowledge, they might have allowed to go some day, or not pursued once she had fled. The June who could send them to the gallows could never be allowed freedom and might not even be allowed life. June allowed herself to believe that by giving in to the old man she might be saving herself from death. She comforted herself with the thought that it was not lust that drove her to suck so avidly on the old man's cock, but only terror. She ignored the warm logic of her dripping cunt, and sucked.
Her hands cupped the old man's balls while she worked on his cock, then one hand crept between his legs to probe a finger at his ass-hole. She remembered well the little tricks that the old man particularly liked. He had instructed her the first time. "While you're sucking me off, daughter," he had said, "I would particularly enjoy it if you stuck your finger up my ass. It makes me come harder." He had only had to tell her once.
Now the brothers came trooping back from the cabin, Jack in the lead. They arrived just as the old man's excess cum, the quantity she had been unable to swallow, came trickling through her lips to run in dribbles down her chin. As the old man tugged up his pants and strolled away June turned to face them. "I want them both to fuck me, like in the old days," she said, while I suck you off. Please, for old times' sake."
Jack laughed and instructed both of the other brothers present to do as June wished. In an instant they had stripped themselves naked with cocks thrusting stiffly upward lay on their backs on the beach. Their heads were away from each other and they lay with their thighs entwined so that their cocks touched bottom to bottom all along their lengths, making for all purposes one enormous cock of double thickness and with two heads. June straddled them and slowly lowered herself into position. The two cocks entered her with great difficulty, as her cunt had contracted to more normal dimensions since she had left them. Once the heads had been forced in she squatted swiftly and drove the double thickness in to the double root. For a moment she sat there, rocking forward and back, massaging the insides of her cunt with the amazing thickness, then she began the ages ancient movement, rising slowly and squatting back, fucking them as many women have fucked their men since the days of the cavemen. Now that they were well under weigh, Jack stepped forward with the offering for her mouth. He straddled one brother and thrust his weapon forward.
June took it eagerly, avidly, her eyes closing in animal passion. Uncontrollable spasms rippled up and down her naked body as she came time after time and continued coming. Dimly the memory came back of the pleasures unimaginable she had experienced with this terrible family. Yes, she had been their prisoner, but in a way they had been her prisoners as well. Many of the tormenting sex games they had played together had been her invention, as was this one.
First one cock and then the other spurted its seed deep into her cunt. Her husband's meat tool exploded its contents at the same time and more cum dribbled from her lips. Her mouth released the wilting cock and June threw her head back, screaming her ecstasy to the sky. The brothers beneath her moaned with pain as she continued her movements, not as rapid and plunging as those of a bucking stallion. Then their moans of pain turned to those of pleasure as she drove them over the mountain of momentary agony to the vale of dizzying delight that lay beyond it. Jack's cock rose again and he stumbled forward for a second helping of her mouth.
Down from the cabin came the gaunt figure of the old man, dragging a bundle behind him. It wasn't a bundle. It was the bound figure of Rice, still naked. The cruel thongs pressed deep into the flesh of his wrists and ankles. The expression on his face was of the starkest terror. The old man was going to drown him in the lake, he knew. These were his last living moments. The old man threw him to the ground roughly, so that he could look upon his recent girlfriend and her lovers.
Through fear glazed eyes Rice stared wildly at the improbable scene. Dimly he heard the old man say, "You're not going to die right now, bastard. I brought you down here so that you could see what the bitch whore is really like. Does she look like we're forcing her? Do you still believe that she doesn't like what she's doing? This is what the great whore bitch lives for. This is what you stole her from. Yes, I say stole, because she's our property. She belongs to us. My son married her legally, before the eyes of God, and she's ours through all eternity. The bonds sanctified by God can never be sundered except by God. So watch, before we kill you. Now step aside, Jack, my cock is hard and I'm in need of being sucked."
Even as his father spoke the awful words Jack's knees buckled as he came again in a tremendous orgasm. His cock once again spouted its fury against June's tonsils. As he slipped his wilting cock from between June's dripping lips his father stepped forward and shoved his own home. Once again June's mouth worked on his monstrous organ.
Rice could hardly believe the evidence of his own sight. There, right before his eyes, his beloved June was engaging in sexual acts he had never imagined possible. She was being brutalized to the ultimate possible extreme, and yet ... he could not really accept it ... it looked exactly as though she was enjoying it far more thoroughly than she had ever enjoyed the sex games he and she had played so many times.
All Rice's values and dreams vanished at that moment. Even if he survived this day, he doubted that he could ever again make love to June tenderly and with protective passion. June as he saw her now was one of the furies, the quintessence of lust. The eternal woman who devours men, sucks the living juices from them and reduces them through her lusts to animals groveling in the dust.
Unable to continue, the brothers on the ground forced June off their tortured cocks and sprawled panting on the beach. For a time, at least, they were finished. Their father, however, had more loads in his gun.
The old man pulled his cock from between June's frantic lips and grabbed her by the hair, dragged her unresisting body over to the sprawled figure of Rice and flung her belly down across his chest, her ass in the air. Then the old man roared at Rice. "You fucked her when she was not yours. Now you shall be the cushion for my lusts." June lay unresisting across Rice as the old man parted the cheeks of her ass and with one galvanic lunge impaled her on his cock. Rice, now fully conscious of everything that was going on around him, watched as inches from his face the old man's cock plunged in and out of June's ass. The breath whistled out of his lungs each time the man's body pounded down. The brothers stood there watching, cheering on their father.
Not one of those on the beach heard the protesting rattle of Randy's old truck as it topped the last rise and drove down the winding road toward the cabin.
CHAPTER FIVE
Randy could not fire out of fear that he might hit Rice or June. The sight that met his eyes on the beach so stunned him that he probably could not have held his pistol on target even if a clear shot had been available. There was his old friend Rice, naked on the beach and probably dead or wounded, and his body was being used as a couch for rape. Only one thought came to Randy's mind, stop that rape by the quickest and surest means possible. Holding the horn of his truck down so that it blared like a wounded water buffalo, he floored the throttle and charged the figures on the beach. About once each second, as he closed the distance, he let go of the horn and fired a shot from his revolver into the air through the far window. The effect on those at the water's edge was galvanic.
The old man yanked his cock out of June's ass and raced buck naked for the cabin, his sons at his heels. With clear targets at last, Randy fired as best he could from the speeding truck at the running figures, meanwhile guiding the truck toward Rice and June on the beach. He braked to a stop-the truck sliding along a shower of beach sand-between the cabin and the two he had come to rescue just as the first shot from the cabin whistled through the truck window and past his ear. Then he was out of the truck and using it as a shield, firing back at the cabin between pauses to reload.
The fire from the cabin became more intense. Bullets ripped through the sides of the truck, and it could only be a matter of time before one of them found him, or punctured the gas tank and turned his shield into a fiery death trap. He looked around for June and Rice. June was nowhere in sight, but Rice was squirming his way toward the truck. His hands and feet were still bound, but he was moving with surprising speed. Desperately, Randy looked around for June but she was still not to be seen. He had to get out of there fast, or die. The four men in the cabin were obviously all armed and shooting from hidden places. He grabbed Rice's bound body, heaved it through the open door of the truck and jumped him himself. The motor, which amazingly had not yet been hit, caught at the first turn of the key in the ignition. Randy gunned the motor, popped the clutch and shot off the sandy beach like a rocket, bullets kicking up the sand behind him. He turned the truck in a wide arc and raced for the road and safety.
When he and Rice returned with reinforcements, half an hour later, the amphibian was a tiny dot, winging toward the far horizon. They searched and called for her, but June was gone also.
"I'll do what I can," said Randy. "Maybe I can trace them through the address and phone number on that wanted bulletin, but from the way they operate, don't expect too much. June is either dead by now ... if she's lucky ... or soon will be. Judging by what you describe they're inhuman monsters. They must have driven her mad by the time you were dragged down to the beach."
"There's still the chance that she's alive," said Rice, "and if she is, I want to find her. She can be helped, made to forget what she's been through. And if they've killed her, well, I want to do to them what they've done to her. Will you help me, Randy?"
"Of course I will, Rice," Randy said. "I owe you that. If it hadn't been for my stupidity none of this would have happened."
"Don't blame yourself. Randy," Rice answered. "They would have tracked her down sooner or later, with or without you. It was inevitable. Fate. Just help me get my revenge."
"I'll help you in every way I can," said Randy. "Now put some clothes on and I'll drive you back to town."
Miles away, far on the other side of the valley, June raced insanely through the underbrush. She had jumped up and run the moment Randy's truck appeared on the scene and the shooting began, sprinting erratically between the zipping bullets, momentarily insane with terror. All she knew was that she had to run or be killed.
Still mad with panic though staggering with fatigue because of the miles she had run, June made her faltering way over the crest of the far hill and down into the next valley. Where a barely visible foot trail wound through a meadow and down to a tiny creek she collapsed at. Unconscious even before her body touched the ground. There, for many hours, she slept.
It was either the chill of evening or the touch of the hand on her shoulder that brought June back to consciousness. She screamed in automatic terror at the touch and rolled upon her back to stare up into the face of a total stranger.
He was young. At least the expression on his face was of extreme youth. Later she would add ten years to his apparent age. There was an innocence about him that drove all thoughts of fear from June's mind, despite the fact that she was still as naked as the day she was born.
The stranger did not appear aroused by her nudity. The interested gaze that crept over every inch of her body was that of a child inspecting new wonders, not that of a rapist deciding where to launch his attack. It was almost as though the young man looming over her had never heard of a woman before.
"Who ... who are you?" June's voice faltered. "Where am I and how did I get here?"
The youth said nothing, but cocked his head as though he was listening intently to the strange sounds of an alien tongue that he did not quite comprehend. He reached a hand down to help her to her feet, and June grasped it, but two or three faltering steps were all that she could manage before the blackness rose once more to envelop her and she fell forward into oblivion.
This time June awakened on a rough bed in a crude cabin. An old but clean blanket covered her nakedness. Firelight flickered on the hewn walls and ceiling. The smell of hot food filled her nostrils. A hand between her shoulders was raising her to a sitting position, while the other hand held a bowl of strong soup with a spoon in it beneath her chin. Disregarding the blanket, which fell away from her still naked body, June grasped the bowl and began spooning the delicious broth into her mouth. In moments she had emptied it and was holding it out to be refilled.
"Please, may I have some more?" she said.
The young man, for it was he who had carried her to this remote cabin, cocked his head again and said nothing. He smiled a bit, but that was all.
"Oh, you can't talk or hear. Is that it?" June asked.
No response came from her rescuer.
June realized that further talk would be useless. She made feeding motions from the bowl to her mouth with the spoon and a smile of enlightenment spread across the face before her. It took twice as long to gobble down the second bowl of soup, and by then her hunger was sated. What she needed now was a bath to soothe the scratches and scrapes brought about by her flight through the woods and to wash away the dried cum that still caked her ass and thighs and cheeks. June giggles as she realized that there was hardly a part of her which had not been spattered with the stuff.
"Maybe they got enough this time and will leave me alone for a while," June mused aloud. She remembered the fantastic delights which had preceded the flying bullets. "They may be killers, but they sure know how to fuck," she said to herself. "But they'd probably have killed me when they were finished and they certainly would have murdered Rice."
June turned to the stranger and made the motion of pouring water and then washing herself and again the enlightened grin spread across his face. He took her hand and led her out the cabin door to a small still pool that glinted in the moonlight, then left her there and vanished. June wandered how deep the pool might be and what might be lurking in its depths, but before she could discover these matters for herself the youth was back with a towel and a bar of coarse soap. The pond proved no more than three feet deep and not too cold-there were warm springs in the area and one of them undoubtedly fed this pond-and in a moment June was scrubbing to her heart's content. Then she rinsed herself and climbed out of the pool. The young man silently held the towel out to her then watched in the moonlight with critical interest while she dried herself. He looked down at himself, reached a hand to his chest and patted himself, then reached toward June and gently squeezed her breast. It was obvious that there was nothing sexual in his curiosity. June began to believe that she had somehow stumbled across a grown male human who had never seen a woman before. Was it possible? This was the twentieth century, after all. Lone savages no longer lived in the wilderness. And where had his clothing come from, and the soap and towel? There were mysteries here to be unraveled and the place to unravel them was inside the cabin. June allowed him to touch the hairs of her cunt and part them for a moment, after he had felt of his own bulging crotch. A worried expression flitted across his face, as though he was sorry for her deformity.
Once inside, June ignored him for a moment and searched the cabin for some clues to her situation. The young man did not appear to mind her search and allowed her to continue. Atop a crude dresser came the answer in the form of a printed note.
Rick:
I'll be back as usual in a week with more supplies.
Dad
June grabbed a scrap of paper and the stub of a pencil and hastily scribbled out a note. She asked who he was and where they were, how long he had lived there, what his name was. Dozens of questions poured onto the paper.
Once he had read her message the answers were quick in coming. The youth may have been deaf and dumb, but he obviously had a quick mind. As far back as he could remember he had lived in this cabin, at first with his father to care for him when he was a child and then alone, after he had matured. Once each week his father arrived, riding a horse and leading a pack animal, with food and clothing and other supplies. Occasionally his father stayed for a few days, but usually he just greeted his son and determined his state of health before leaving. Rick (that was the youth's name, as June had determined from the note) had never seen another human as far back as he could remember, and certainly not a female human. He wanted to know what was wrong with her chest, and how she had lost her pee pee equipment.
Passing notes back and forth, June patiently explained that she was quite normal. She told him by written message that there were two kinds of people, men and women, and that there were anatomical differences between. Rick stripped off his clothing so that he might better make the comparison. He was amazed at the softness of June's skin, and stroked her arm and shoulder as a child might stroke a pet kitten. There was an innocence about his actions that told June there was not a trace of lust in his behavior. Unfortunately, the gentle strokes on her arm had served to awaken a few lusts in June.
What was she to do. This was not just a virgin man before her, it was a man who didn't even know the meaning of the word "virgin." She wanted him. Wanted his innocent body to train and educate, but she was afraid of what might happen to a grown man exposed for the first time to life's greatest pleasures. She had just been thoroughly brutalized, and she was in no mood to cope again with the male animal out of control. Perhaps if she proceeded slowly.
June sat facing Rick in the flickering firelight and spread her thighs apart. Rick's gaze was drawn to the pink wetness between them. He reached a finger out, poked the hairs apart and inspected the wet opening, then shook his head as though he could not imagine a crotch lacking his own good organ.
June grasped his hand and led his finger to the button of flesh that motivated her being, that bundle of ferocious sensitivity, her clit. Then she rubbed his fingertip lightly across it, back and forth. Back and forth. The spasms started and a flush spread across her body. Then she stretched out one soft hand and began lightly stroking his cock.
Rick jumped at the touch and tried to pull away, but June was grasping him now and would not let him go. He gaped in astonishment as the size of his cock grew under the tender ministration of her fingers. Was it possible that he had never had a hard-on before? That he had never jerked off? These thoughts flicked across June's mind until Rick's hips began that old familiar movement that no man is immune to. Suddenly he came in her hand, shuddering and grunting in pleasure.
Apparently one orgasm was all Rick was accustomed to when he jerked himself off in the lonely cabin, for as soon as he came he grabbed the damp towel June had used and wiped away the cum from her hand and from himself. He would have been laughing had he been capable of producing coherent sound. Instead a sort of blubbering came from his lips. He seemed astonished when June grasped his now limp cock again and again began stroking it, astonished but not displeased.
After coming so recently, it was not likely that Rick would again come swiftly in her hand, so June stroked away until his cock was again full and hard, then she admired and inspected it closely. Rick had never been circumcised, and his foreskin rolled back and forth under her fingers. She rolled it back from the head of his cock and looked again at the organ. "It's bigger than any I've ever seen before," she whispered aloud in awe. "It's got to be as big around as any two ordinary cocks together." As though worshiping at an altar, June sank to her knees before Rick.
As her lips approached his cock Rick shrunk away as if in fear and June realized at once that Rick might be afraid that she would bite him. Reassuringly, she patted his weapon gently and then kissed it on the head and looked up at him. She reached up and stroked his face. "You're a beautiful man," she said, not caring that he could not possibly hear and understand her. "You've saved my life. I have no way to repay you with money, and you probably wouldn't know what money was if you saw it, so I'm going to repay you the only way I can. I'm going to teach you to love, and you're going to enjoy every moment of it."
June took Rick's virgin cock into her mouth slowly, absorbing it, sucking it in so that it entered like the piston of a steam locomotive engine enters its cylinder when it is just beginning to move! And while it entered her mouth June's agile tongue slurped around it to stimulate its passage.
Rick threw his head back and howled like a wolf. Though he could neither hear nor make intelligible sounds, some atavistic instinct within him drew out the mating call. From far below the level where intelligible sound is designed and then reproduced by the vocal cords, animal instinct drew from him the noise that must have been made by our pre-human ancestors when the ecstasy of sex was upon them.
June knew where her work now lay and went at it enthusiastically. She cupped his balls in her hand and noticed that they were larger and heavier than any she had ever held before. They quivered in her hands, bunching up and withdrawing toward his crotch, and she knew that he was getting ready to shoot. To prolong his pleasure and her own, June slowed down her sucking pace, but Rick grabbed her head with both hands and forced her to work on his cock faster and faster. Now he was bruising his own cock with the violence of the movements he forced upon her. June's lips hurt and her throat felt numb from the force of the battering ram attack. The root of her tongue was sore and the pressure of his fingers on her head was painful.
Rick had ceased his howling and now only slobbering noises came from his open mouth. He slobbered, and saliva trickled down his face. His eyes rolled up inside his head and he staggered, tightening his grip on June's head. Then he came in thick, hard spurts and June swallowed the salty cum that filled her mouth.
"That's twice you've come in less than an hour," June said. She still spoke to him from time to time though she knew that he could not hear her. "It's going to be hours before I can get fucked. Now I'm going to have cramps unless I can get myself off."
June had not masturbated since she was a little girl, but something would have to be done. For years there had been men around to bring her pleasure when she needed it; first Jack when he was still just her boyfriend and they were not yet married and after that his father and brothers. Then she had fled and there had been a succession of men, some of whose names she had never learned or could no longer remember. Then there had been Rice, and his appetites were such that she had never needed another man while he was available. He had kept pace with the demands of her sexuality and she had thought, or at least hoped, that she could stay with him forever. At times she had even believed that Jack would die, freeing her for marriage. (There was not a chance that he would ever divorce her, or allow her to seek such a dissolution of their marriage.) But that was then and this was now. She would be painfully cramped before morning if she could not bring herself to at least one solid orgasm.
With one finger on her clit, fingering herself to continuous pleasure, she looked around the cabin for some implement that might be useful. The clit was great for quick sensation, but June knew from previous experience that she needed to be filled completely before the internal sensations could trigger the release she so desperately needed. There was a hoe by the cabin door-Rick raised a few vegetables to supplement his diet-but the handle was too badly splintered and would probably injure her. The handles of his pots and pans were too thin to be of service to her. She needed something thick. Length was not too important if the tool was thick enough. She had been fucked by enough men with short but powerful cocks to know what the important factors were.
June prowled the cabin, searching in every nook and cranny while Rick lay sprawled on his bed. He appeared to have passed out completely from the effects of his first true sexual encounter.
In the food bin she found some carrots, but most were small and skraggly. She took the largest and broke off its pointed end which she munched while cleaning the top and twisting off the leaves. Then she lubricated the thick end with cooking oil, sat on the bed beside Rick and spread her thighs wide. The carrot slid easily into her cunt and she worked it slowly with one hand while still fingering her clit with the other. She realized that the carrot was inadequate and that she would probably be working on herself until dawn until she came, but it was the best she had. Beside her, Rick stirred and moaned in his sleep and she thought of how wonderful his cock would feel inside her-if she ever got it there. It had probably been a mistake to suck him off. Now he might insist on blow jobs all the time and she might never teach him to fuck properly.
"Never?" June said aloud. "Slow down, girl. You'll be out of here in a week at most, when Rick's father shows up with the next load of supplies. Meanwhile I'll be safer here than anywhere else. Jack won't know where to look for me. I guess I can live for a week without getting laid."
June's eyes still roved the room for a better tool than the carrot, which was really a bit old and had gotten softer than it should have been. Then her eyes fastened on an object she had seen many times before without recognizing. The candle on the table! It was fastened to an improvised candle holder. Even through the thick coating of tallow June recognized the familiar shape. All through adolescence June had kept just such a candlestick in her room at home. Her mother had glanced at it once, smiled knowingly, and said nothing. A cock bottle, one of the old fashioned kind. One with lumps and ridges pressed into its hard surface. Just the right thickness and length.
June dropped the carrot back into the vegetable bin and seized the candlestick. Broke off the candle and tossed it on the table. Scraped with a kitchen knife at the thick incrustation of tallow. At last she had it relatively clean, and a brisk run with the towel removed all but a trace of tallow. She wouldn't even have to oil it.
June lay back on the bed beside Rick, raised her knees and spread her thighs as far apart as they would go. With her left hand she fingered the lips of her cunt open and with her right she guided the bottom of the bottle into the cleft thus revealed. It entered slowly, against great resistance. Her cunt had shrunk since her girlhood days when the coke bottle had been her old familiar friend in the dark. Nevertheless she pushed it firmly in, keeping a good grip on the neck. Once, as a growing girl, she had lost the coke bottle inside her cunt and in great embarrassment had gone to her brother for assistance in retrieving it. He had been amazed at her story, and then broken into hysterical laughter, not believing her until she insisted that he stick a finger inside and find out for himself. With a little probing he had found the neck of the bottle, but it had been an hour-long effort before he could get a firm enough grip to extract it. After that, he had never ceased to ridicule her about her affections for a cock bottle, though never when others were present. This had continued until she had been asked to return the favor, rescuing him from the grip of a napkin ring into which he had inserted his then limp cock. The hard-on that came on afterward had expanded his cock enough to firmly lock the napkin ring in place and he had been frantic with pain and fear. Working carefully so as not to injure him, June had filed through the napkin ring with a nail file and then spread it and pulled it off. Her brother had never laughed again at June's adventure with the coke bottle. The two incidents, however, had made it possible for June and her brother to discuss their sexual problems more frankly than most brothers and sisters do. She wondered where her beloved brother was that night, and if she would ever see him again.
At that moment, though June could not know it, her brother was in the city where Randy worked as a cop, searching for June. Aware of what had happened to June in the clutches of her husband's family, he was searching for her by following Jack and his father, knowing that they were looking for her.
The coke bottle slid deeper into her cunt and thoughts of her brother dropped from June's mind. She slowly worked the bottle in and out-most men fucked too rapidly for her pleasure-and dreamed of men she had wanted but not been able to make. There had been Alex, her English teacher in high school, after whom all the girls in school lusted. Alex had tried acting before teaching and had once appeared in a play, in New York City. He had even played a few small roles on TV To the girls at school he was the most glamorous figure on campus and many of them had tried to lure him to their beds. June had tired also, but with no success. When she wore see-through blouses and no bra, so that her nipples peeped through the sheer cloth, he paid no attention whatsoever. When she went without panties and sat in the front row in class, parting her legs so he could see the furry thatch where pleasure lay, he ignored it. Finally June had given up in despair and crawled into the back seat of Jack's old car to surrender her cherry. She had never learned of Alex's true interests, of how active his cock was with certain young boys on the school's football team.
But June knew none of this, and it was the image of Alex that filled her mind as the thick coke bottle with its glass hard ridges worked in and out of her body. Pleasures and tensions built as she imagined Alex's immense cock (she had never seen it, of course, but her imagination built it to dimensions achieved only by coke bottles) probing her steaming depths. She almost lost her grip on the bottle's neck when she came in great shuddering convulsions, her cunt tightening and then relaxing in spasms.
June recovered from the daze of her pleasures to see Rick sitting up in the bed beside her with a puzzled expression on his face. He had obviously awakened and observed the entire process of her masturbation. Not only had he never seen such an activity before, he had never considered its possibility. In all his accumulated knowledge there was no concept of "woman," and therefore no idea of her sexual possibilities. He had briefly examined her cunt, earlier in the evening, and thought it the result of an injury. Now his active mind was beginning to speculate. That hole in the stranger was deeper than he imagined, and it didn't appear painful to her. Indeed, shoving that old coke bottle in and out of it had seemed to pleasure her, just as he had been pleasured by what she had done to his cock with her mouth.
The hole looked small, but the coke bottle had gone in and it was possibly a bit bigger around than his cock. It wasn't as long, of course, but who knew how deep that hole actually was. The thought came to him that it might be fun to put his cock into that hole and see if it would go in all the way, provided the woman would allow him to do so. How could he go about asking for permission. Rick rose from the bed and sought for his pencil and paper.
Awkwardly, finding the unfamiliar words and phrases difficult to assemble, Rick wrote a note asking if he could try putting his pee pee thing into her hole. He promised to put it in gently and slowly, and to stop if it met resistance.
June read the note and smiled inwardly. Maybe she would not have to resort to the coke bottle for the rest of her stay at the crude cabin. She nodded to Rick so that he would know of her agreement, then lay back on the bed-after removing the coke bottle from her cunt and returning it to the table. She didn't want to damage that bottle, as Rick might prove an incompetent lover. She raised her knees and spread her thighs, leaving everything to Rick.
There was a crude fumbling at her cunt when Rick spread open her cunt lips, and then a pressure that did not enter her. June sat up and looked to see what the trouble was. Rick was attempting to stuff a totally limp cock into the tightness of her cunt, which every woman knows cannot be done. With a sigh, and resignation to the task before her, June took Rick's cock in her hand and began the slow massage that would bring it to hardness. Rick, his eyes glazing already, lay back on the bed and allowed June to do her work.
He was very slow to get hard this time. Two enormous orgasms had shaken him and a brief period, and like all but a very few men, his recovery time increased between orgasms. June had to lean over his cock and suck it for at least ten minutes before she felt the first faint stirrings of its recovery. From that point on, however, it grew rapidly, soon filling her mouth. Soon it would be ready for her cunt.
Rick's cock never reached her cunt, at least not on that occasion. When it was ready and hard enough to penetrate her she took her mouth away and prepared to lay back on the bed so he could fuck her, but Rick was inexperienced and his lust was strong. As before, he grabbed her head and forced it back to his cock. Better a known pleasure than an unknown. That hole between the woman's legs might be interesting, but he would investigate its possibilities later. Meanwhile there was something more urgent that needed attention. Her mouth was fixed on his cock and it would not escape until it had done its work. He forced it to bob up and down while the pleasures slowly mounted.
June glanced grimly at the coke bottle out of the corner of one eye and laughed bitterly to herself. This amateur she was educating had developed a taste for head jobs that she would have to alter, but how? Every time she came near his cock he wanted to shove it down her throat. That was great, once in a while. June loved blowing men and feeling her power over them as they came, but enough was enough. Well, she thought, a week is a short time and there's always the coke bottle. June settled down to deliver a long and thorough blow job.
CHAPTER SIX
June's chance for personal pleasure came with the dawn. She had spent the night sharing the narrow bed with Rick, who was accustomed to all of it. He gradually tugged all the blanket off her and she had been forced to leave the bed and find a heavy coat hanging in the cabin's small closet. With this to cover her, and the narrow edge of the bed to sleep on, she managed to nap on and off through the night. Long after midnight she dropped off completely.
Dawn found her back under the blankets and snuggled up to Rick, who had apparently awakened and taken pity on her. His body was warm and the maleness of it comforting to her. His arms were around her protectively and his belly was firmly against her own. Equally firm was his cock, which jutted out hard against her navel. A hard-on already, she thought. Soon as he wakes up he's going to want me to suck it. I should never have turned him on to head jobs.
June's mouth and lips were still sore from the previous nights efforts, and she determined to do anything she had to in order to give them a rest. Suddenly a thought occurred to her and a plan grew in her mind. The success of it, however, depended on just how deep a sleeper Rick was.
Gently, she peeled the blanket back and extricated herself from his embrace. She left the bed and stood there, wondering how to begin. Rick lay on his side, snoring gently, mouth slightly agape. She took a chance on awakening him and rolled him over on his back.
Rick lay there without stirring, his cock standing straight up like a thick flagpole. For all its girth and length, it seemed innocent when compared with the memory of the old man, Jack's father. His cock was gnarled and ridged like the bark of an ancient oak tree. This one was sleek and smooth and pink, with a rosy head peeping innocently upward. June reached down and rubbed her cunt slightly to get the juices flowing. Then she climbed back onto the bed, straddled Rick's sleeping figure and lowered herself down onto his waiting cock.
Once the head of his cock made contact with her cunt June acted swiftly. She sat down and jammed its entire length in with one thrust of her body. Rick came awake and his eyes snapped open in that same instant, just as she impaled herself. He gazed up at her in complete astonishment, as though he had forgotten everything that had happened the day before. June began to wonder if he was possibly a bit simpleminded.
Rick's eyes turned their gaze down the length of June's body to that point where his cock disappeared in the hole between her legs. A puzzled expression flitted across his face, to be replaced by a wide grin. So he did fit into that ole.
Another thought entered Mike's mind. How deep into a woman did that hole go? He thrust upward with his hips but encountered no resistance except the grip of the ole on the shaft of his cock. The head of his pee pee tool encountered no resistance, but the thrust produced pleasurable sensations. He noticed that the woman's eyes appeared to cross momentarily when he thrust upward and that the sensation in his cock was not too different from when she sucked on it.
Another thought entered Rick's mind. If he peed in there, where would it go? Would it remain inside her? He tried to let his urine come, but it would not. It could not. Now the woman bounced up and down on him and her eyes crossed again. That bounce also produced an intense pleasurable sensation in himself. He thrust back with his hips in response and the woman's mouth fell open while her eyes glazed. She hunched forward and might have fallen on him had he not reached up and braced those big soft things on her chest against his hands. The woman placed as much weight as possible against his hands and squirmed her chest so that the big soft parts rubbed against his hands. He noticed that her nipples, like his own, could get hard and stand up, though his did so only when cold water or air struck them. Hers were bigger than his, also. Wondering if they felt any different, he gripped one between his fingers and pinched lightly. The woman's mouth opened wider and had he been possessed of hearing he would have heard her moan with pleasure. Her hips were working smoothly against his now and the sensations were strong enough to distract him from his thoughts. This was as good as when she sucked on him. Better, in a way because he could see her face as she did it. Rick wondered briefly if it felt as good for her inside her hole as it did for him in his cock. After that he stopped wondering about anything and devoted himself to full appreciation of the delicious sensations received.
June was, indeed, getting a good deal out of the situation. His cock was by far the hardest and thickest she had ever encountered, better even than the old man's. And when he raised his hands to brace against her tits she had felt transported to heaven. The feel if him gently rolling her nipple between her fingers had shot like a fiery blade from tit to cunt and she almost came at the contact.
A moment later she was coming anyhow, long and sweeping rollers of ecstasy grinding through her. Her conscious mind fled away and left her on the clutches of all embracing lust. Only dimly did she feel the spurt of his cum as it jetted inside her, but the jetting brought back reality and remembrance of her predicament.
She had him trained now for fucking, but it would be necessary to further reward him for his efforts. Rick must be taught that fucking her properly brought rewards far out of balance with the effort he would have to expend. Reluctantly she rose from the squatting position on his cock and scuttled down on the bed to his ankles. Then she bent forward and sucked his dripping cock into her mouth. It was salty with the taste of his cum and musky with the aroma of her own cunt juices, but she lapped at it greedily. His cock had been growing limp, but now it hardened at the ministrations of her lips and tongue. She lapped at it, lickingly lingeringly here and there. She bared her sharp teeth and nibbled delicately all up and down its length. She released it from her mouth and searching lower found his balls with her tongue. These, too, she lapped out, sucked on, rolled gently between her lips. She licked below his balls to the brown puckered mark that was his ass-hole. Then back to his cock with strong sucking movements of her mouth. Within minutes he was gasping and blubbering again and then the wolf howl bubbled from his throat and he came. June drew her head away and the heavy jet exploded against her nose and splashed into her eyes, where it stung a bit. Trickled down her cheeks. Her long and supple tongue came out and licked it away.
June left the bed, seized the soap and towel and hurried out of the cabin to the little pool. In the daylight, it could be seen as emerging in a tiny waterfall from a crevice in the rocks twenty feet away. That was obviously where their drinking water would come from. She was in the pond and soaping herself happily when Rick came out and joined her.
Rick was in a playful mood after having been sucked off so gloriously and began soaping her back. He was astonished at how nice her skin felt through the soap and soon his hands were all over her, searching every crevice of her body. Her cunt stung a bit when his soapy fingers found it but she did not mind that. The mild pain was a clean feeling. Grateful for his attention she soaped her hands and began returning the pleasure. Soon he was writhing in ecstasy as her soapy hands found his cock. It burst into a full hard-on even as she watched.
"Oh, no," June said aloud. "All I have to do is touch his cock to get him going. Maybe that's because it's all new to him. A week of this and he won't want it all the time, I hope. At this rate I'll never have a chance to get dressed again..."
Rick was pushing her head down toward his cock, obviously wanting to be sucked again, but June forced his hands away and shook her head sternly, no. Rick tried again, and this time she slapped his hands away. Seeing the flash of anger that crossed his face at this mistreatment, June realized that she must do something at once to appease him. She took him by the hand and led him to the shallow end of the pond, where she lay back in water only a few inches deep. Then, guiding his cock with her fingers, she spread her legs and led him into her cunt.
Rick came to fucking as though he had done it a thousand times before. Once in position, instincts developed through a million generations took over and drove his body. He braced himself on stiffened arms and thrust his hips at her, pounding his cock into her with savage thrusts. Her legs lifted and spread, closed around his waist, ankles locked. With long, pounding beats he rode her to climax.
Afterward, they both sprawled in the pond, too weak to stand. Rick turned to her and smiled the contented smile of a man who is finally all fucked out. Then, soberly, he rinsed the soap and the cum from his body, walked through the water to the waterfall, and cupped icy water over his head. June followed and did as he had done. The shock of the icy water brought her back to full consciousness and awakened in her a hunger-not for love, but for good, hot food.
Together, in silence, they toweled themselves dry and strolled back to the cabin. When both were dressed, Mike brought a side of bacon out of a cupboard and began slicing it for breakfast. June found a pan, lit the woodburning stove in one corner of the cabin and began heating the slices as fast as Rick cut them.
Rick left the cabin after slicing sufficient bacon and returned a moment later clutching half a dozen eggs, which he cracked expertly into a bowl and slid into the pan with the bacon. Scant minutes later they were both cramming food into themselves, assuaging hunger brought about by the clean air and the energy they had expended in their incredible bout of love. June gorged herself on the bacon, the eggs and some crackers brought from a further recess of Rick's cupboard. They washed everything down with huge cups of steaming black coffee, prepared in an ancient coffee pot as blackened by fire as the brew it yielded.
During the following week Rick made up for all his years without knowledge of the opposite sex. Prior to finding June in the woods his sole sexual companion had been his good right hand, which he used regularly as all males of the human species have since the first brutish, pre-human ape stood erect on the African plains and grasped a broken branch for a weapon. The second thing he grasped with his newly freed hand was probably his cock, judging by the behavior of men and boys all across the planet. Rick had been no exception to the rule and he discovered, as every growing boy does, that one's own hand becomes too familiar a tool to provide heavy stimulation.
June's body and hands and mouth opened new sexual horizons to Rick, provided him with sexual outlets he had never before imagined even the possibility for. Every opening in her body was investigated and its sexual uses explored. And as he was both healthy and exceptionally well endowed with a sex drive, June had all she could handle in the way of erotic stimulation. By the end of the third day he was plugging into her ass, as well as into her mouth and cunt. He even tried her navel to see if it was any deeper than his own. He fucked the place between her breasts while she held them hard against his cock. The insides of her knees and elbows felt the steaming ejaculation of his cum. Except for eating and sleeping interludes they set about on a sexual marathon more taxing than any June had ever known before. Even Jack and his father and all his brothers had been unable to exhaust her sexually as thoroughly as Rick. His interest never waned; his efforts would have taxed a squadron of ordinary women. But June, fortunately, was not an ordinary. Her married life had inured her to sexual bouts longer and more protracted than most women even dream about in their most outlandish sexual fantasies.
On most days the two never even bothered to dress. They would fuck in bed as soon after dawn as they awakened, generally with June giving head to Rick until he had come at least once. Then they would lather themselves thoroughly in the pond, fuck and suck again and finally go in to breakfast. After breakfast, in a more relaxed mood, June would lie on the bed with Rick eating her pussy.
It had taken June three days to get Rick to take his first taste of cunt, and much coaxing. Finally he appeared to have decided that it would only be fair to do as she had done and apply his mouth to that hole between her legs.
The taste had been strange to him at first, as it is to all men the first time they eat out a snatch, but he had swiftly learned to admire the heady, pungent odor of cunt and to lap away like someone who had been doing it for years. And he learned to take vicarious pleasure in the responses of June's body. It gave him pleasure now to watch the flush sweep over her body as she climaxed, to observe the flow of cunt juice that said she was ready for sex. like a baby with a new toy, he wanted to learn at once every permutation possible between himself and this strange creature with the warm, soft lumps on her chest and a hold between her legs.
They both lost weight during those long days of utmost sexual activity, for time devoted to eating food meant time away from eating each other, and the second activity was far more precious to them than food. Never sated with each other, they plunged time after time into their depths of pleasure.
June knew that it would have to end some day, that sooner or later she would leave this crude cabin and make her way back to the city. Meanwhile, however, she was safe in the cabin and her husband, who would never give up looking for her, would be pursuing a trail long grown cold. As for Rice, there was no point in ever seeking him out, even assuming that he had survived. After what he had seen her doing with her father-in-law, he would never want her again. That chapter of her life was closed. She would change her name, perhaps dye her hair to another shade. She would assume a new identity, so that only accident could ever place her in her husband's path again. Only through this means lay possible safety.
All good things must end. June's weeklong surrender to sexual delights ended abruptly and with shattering finality. She and Rick were on the bed instead of the grass beside the cabin because the weather had grown cold and threatened rain. They were in what both had decided was the best position for achieving maximum sexual pleasure; June was face down with her ass in the air and Rick was fucking her in the cunt dog fashion, from behind. Not only did this position allow maximum penetration, but it also allowed June to finger her clit while Rick fucked her. She had already thrilled to half a dozen climaxes and was building toward another when the cabin door slammed open and a figure of wrath stormed into the room, seizing Rick by the shoulder and hurling him across the room.
"Whore of Babylon," a voice thundered. "Ye have sought out my son even in the wilderness to corrupt him with your foul ways. Feel then the hand of retribution."
A searing flash of pain exploded across June's ass and the heavy leather belt in the hands of her attacker rose and fell again. June twisted off the bed and tried to escape the flailing leather strap but it found her again and again. Welts rose on her ass, her belly, her back and across her tits. She rolled into a ball and covered her face with her hands, leaving only her back exposed and on this part of her anatomy the belt pounded with merciless devastation. The attack ceased only when the attacker was too tired to raise his arm again.
Slowly, as the pain ebbed into an ache that extended over her entire body, June unfolded from her curled position and peered through her hands at the figure that still loomed above her, panting with exhaustion. What she saw was a man of about fifty, dressed all in somber black. Her gaze traveled fearfully upward from his boots to his face. High, black boots of the type upper class horsemen wear. Into them were tucked black whipcord pants narrow enough to reveal that her attacker, despite his age, was lean and muscular. A black cotton shirt was tucked into the pants and covered by a black suit jacket of a style that had not generally been worn for thirty years or more. The face that surmounted all this was lean and hard, grooved by time.
It was a face that had probably never known laughter or greeted the world with kindness. A clerical collar peeped through the heavy beard that adorned the lower part of the face. The figure's hair fell to shoulder length and beyond, uncombed and unattended. Beard and hair were iron gray. June noticed, even in her pain, that spittle drooled from the mouth of the figure and its pants bulged suggestively at the crotch.
Rick lay in the corner where he had been thrown, cowering. He had made no attempt to defend June, no protest of any sort against their attacker. June knew instinctively that this figure of wrath must be Rick's father.
The man's eyes were glazed and it was obvious that he was in the grip of emotions strong enough to wipe away all possible self control. June knew that if she made the wrong move or the wrong statement, her life could end here in the forest, on the floor of the crude cabin. She cowered and said nothing. The figure spoke again.
"For nearly thirty years I have hidden this, my son, born in shame and lust, from the temptations of this evil world. I have provided him with a little Eden wherein he might grow to manhood unmarked by the temptations of the adversary. Yet you have found him out and with him my dark secret. For this you shall suffer, whore. For this you shall feel again the pain of the lash. You have taken my son, a vessel of innocence marked by the Lord with his sign of favor, and turned him into a vessel of impurity and sin."
Even as he talked, as though unconscious of what he was doing, the tall figure was slowly stripping away his clothing. His arms trembled as he undressed and a strong tic traveled repeatedly across his face. His eyes were glazing with insanity. His fingers hooked occasionally in strangling motions.
Finally he stood naked before her, his cock jutting like a weapon of destruction. Slowly he moved toward June, hands reaching and fingers working.
June knew that she was about to be raped and possibly killed. Reason told her that to resist might be fatal, that her best hopes lay in total lack of resistance, but reason does not always control the body in the face of extreme danger.
June fought like a cornered rat. When her attacker threw himself upon her she scratched and bit, sank her teeth into the cheek of the mad face that loomed above her until blood flowed freely. He seemed immune to pain. With impossible strength he forced her thighs apart until June thought that she would split in half. Then he angled his cock at her cunt and rammed it in.
June's cunt was dry. There had been nothing in the attacker's approach to arouse her sufficiently for the juices to begin their flow, and the penetration was blazingly painful. She screamed aloud for help, but the only possible source of rescue lay cowering in the corner, literally deaf to her cries. Her attacker pumped his cock into her and out with terrific speed and June thought that her internal tissues would soon be torn and bleeding.
There is a point, however, where intelligence recedes from the scene and blind instinct takes over. Slowly a delicious languor began to seep through her body. Against all her terror her cunt began to lubricate herself. Though she tried desperately to stop them, her hips began the old undulating movements whereby women communicate their lusts to men. Her legs rose slowly in the air to fasten around her attacker's waist and her ankles gripped each other in the small of his back. Her head fell back and her mouth gaped slightly. June was in the grip of sensations as old as time.
Suddenly, with a shock, June was aware of the fact that other hands were reaching her body. She snapped back to reality ... and there was Rick's face hovering beside her. Rick kneeling by her head. Rick offering his now risen cock to her mouth. Rick, her lover for the past week, was joining in the assault on her. She was lost. There was no hope for her. June opened her mouth and accepted the inevitable.
The next few hours were a nightmare. Father and son exploded in her simultaneously and then continued their driving assaults. Hands kneaded and pinched her body, twisted her tits. Teeth bit at her. She was rolled on her belly and assaulted in the ass first by one and then by the other man.
Rick, unable to speak, whistled and snorted like an animal, jumping and gibbering like an ape whenever his father was plugged into her and he awaited his turn to attack. The father roared insanities while watching his crazed son at work on June's brutalized body.
"Split her like a cloven tree," he roared. "Root out the evilness in her body. Fill her with the seed of innocence. Yes, fill her mouth so that she may not utter any words of damnation. Pound her for beauty and light."
Mercifully, June soon drifted into unconsciousness while the men continued to work their ways upon her.
Consciousness returned hours later. June found herself on the bed, hands and feet bound to the four comers. On the floor of the cabin, just within her range of vision, lay Rick, naked and streaked with blood and slime. His father lay a bit further off on his back, head back and mouth open. Snores filled the room, which reeked with the stench of whisky. A bottle lay shattered on the floor and it was evident that Rick had cut his feet on the broken glass. Even while she watched, Rick groaned and stirred. His eyes flickered open and surveyed the room. Found her face. A small sly smile flickered across his features.
June attempted a smile in return. Perhaps now, with his father unconscious, Rick might free her from her bonds. He rose to his feet and walked to the bed. Rick touched the knots that bound June, tested them and nodded. It was obvious that he considered them strong enough. He was not going to free her. She was going to be held captive in this wilderness cabin until she died, and then she would probably be buried deep in the woods in an unmarked. Jack and his family could search for her forever in vain. June closed her eyes and wept.
Three times during the next hour Rick assault her body, freeing her ankles so that her legs could be placed in positions most comfortable for himself. There was no way that June could resist. He would not even come within range of her teeth and, glancing at his cock, June understood why. The skin of his cock was lacerated and bleeding. Evidently she had clamped down and bitten him the last time he had raped her in the mouth. I should have bitten it off, she thought.
She lay there, utterly passive, while his bloody cock thundered in and out of her swollen cunt.
After a while the father, too, groaned back into total consciousness, dragged up a chair and watched while his son worked away at her. June attempted to reason with him.
"Please," she whispered. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because you are the whore of Babylon," he answered. "I took my son, born of lust upon another whore into the deep woods that he might be raised free of taint. God punished him for my transgression by rendering him deaf and mute, but this also served to shield him from the temptations of this world. But even here, where I thought him forever safe, you sought him out and stole his innocence. You lured even me once again back to the ways of lust. For this you must pay. For this you must atone. Creatures like you must not be allowed to corrupt the world and live. You shall be a burnt offering. This the voice within has told me."
June almost fainted with terror. "Are you going to burn me?" she whispered.
"Yes, daughter of evil, we shall burn you," the fanatic whispered back. "But first you shall pay for your sins by burning out our own, mine and my son's. We shall use your body to purge away our lusts and then we shall burn away the instruments of that lust. With flame and hot iron I shall burn away first my son's instrument and then my own. With flame and hot iron I shall purge you of any desire to ever lust again. And then, with the cleansing flame, I shall return you to your master."
"You're insane," June screamed. "You're crazy. You and your idiot son both. You belong in cages, in a zoo, where people can throw food to you. You can't get away with this, never. The law will catch up with you. They'll electrocute you or put you in an insane asylum where you belong."
The father's voice was strangely calm. "Surrender yourself to my will, child, and at least your immortal soul may be salvaged. And have no fear. The pain will be brief. I do not torture you for my own pleasure, but to drive away the evil spirits that infest you. You shall see. Before you die, when the evil that infests your polluted body departs, you shall know the infinite delights of purity."
The situation was hopeless, June thought. She was doomed to die here by the most painful means imaginable. All she could hope for now was that death would come swiftly. She resigned herself to her fate and lay back on the bed.
After Rick had exhausted himself once more upon her body, his father took his place. Once again that great organ drove between the bruised lips of her cunt or into her torn ass. Those organs were now numb, however, beyond pain. And for the first time in her adult life June was beyond lust. The men were also beyond ordinary sensibility. They were inhuman in their endurance and ability to recover between fucks. They came and came again as though each possessed an infinite reservoir of cum in his balls. The mattress beneath June dampened with their body juices. Occasionally they paused in their assaults for food or rest, but they offered no food or water to June. She began to weaken as thirst and hunger took their toll, and hoped that she might die before they could burn her.
On the third night, when June was barely conscious and could feel their attacks as though through a thickening haze where sensations barely reached, the men began drinking. The father had apparently brought a large supply of whisky in on a packhorse, and now he carried it into the cabin. Opened a bottle for himself and a bottle for his son.
Soon Rick was staggering around the cabin, flapping his arms and making crowing noises, like a bird. The father began singing in a strange language, his voice thundering so that it might have been heard for miles, had there been anyone to hear. The climax came when both men were apparently ready to fuck her again at the same time, and each wanted her body before the other. Drunk, they struggled for her, each pushing the other in turn aside, and the struggle became more and more violent. Then Rick was screeching like an animal and gashing his father's arms with his fingernails. Black rage descended on the older man and he grabbed a whisky bottle, swung it overhead and smashed it down on Rick's skull. Fragments of glass flew across the room. Rick gave a great cry and sank to the floor, blood trickling from a gash in his head. The old man took a second bottle and drank from it, emptying the contents down his gullet in one long swallow. Then he seized a brand from the fireplace and staggered toward June. Halfway there he collapsed on his face. A finger of flame caught at the wood flooring. The cabin was beginning to burn.
June struggled frantically in the bed, certain that the fire would consume her. The bed began to rock and a new hope suffused June. Back and forth against the ropes she threw her body while the bed rocked further and further to either side. Finally it lurched over and June was face down on the floor. But one wrist was against a piece of broken glass. Frantically she worked the rope against the glass as the flames crept closer. They were licking at the mattress as she freed her right hand. The mattress was smoldering when she cut her other wrist loose and attacked the ropes on her ankles.
Minutes later, clad in a pair of Mike's old pants and a shirt, barefoot, she staggered out of the cabin and into the darkness.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For the hundredth time in the past six weeks Joe turned his mind to the enigma of Jennie, the night shift waitress working at his roadside coffee shop. Unlike any of the women who had worked there previously, she never flirted with the truck drivers who made up the bulk of his customers, never tried to milk them for bigger tips, never met any of them for drinks and some quick sex after closing hours. And he had noticed the way her eyes glanced toward the doorway every time some new customer walked in, as though she expected to see some familiar ... and frightening ... countenance.
Jennie had never volunteered any information about herself, never told him where she came from or where she would go when she finally left. And Jennie would leave some day, he expected that. There was nothing to hold young and attractive women in a run down coffee shop located on the fringe of a tiny and decaying town.
Joe worried about her, and about the trouble her presence might eventually bring down on his head. That she was on the run from something he never doubted. The fearful expressions and the way she scrutinized every face. He had thought that she might be wanted by the police, but dismissed that idea simply because she did not react to the highway patrol officers who stopped by regularly for coffee. No there was little chance that she was a fugitive from the law.
Joe considered again her face and figure. Exceptional, that was the only way he could describe them. Jennie had to be one of the most remarkably beautiful women he had ever seen. And her body would have made most of Hollywood's top stars turn green with envy. Yes, Jennie was something special, and Joe had long since come to the conclusion that what she was running away from was also something out of the ordinary. Something big, he thought, she's on the run from someone who really swings some clout.
There was the matter of her change of appearance, for example. She had swung down from a passing truck as a strawberry blonde, wearing tremendously oversize men's clothing and no shoes. It had been obvious at a glance from the way her tits flopped under the man's shirt that she wore no bra, and Joe would have placed a bet that she had no panties on, either. A shirt and pants and nothing else, not even money to pay for the coffee and hamburger she ordered.
Jennie had gulped down three jumboburgers and four cups of steaming coffee before announcing that she had not a cent to pay for them but would gladly work them off in the kitchen. Joe had offered to let her take it out in trade, not because he would have fucked her (Joe was happy with his wife of forty years) but because he wanted to see how she would react to the offer.
The reaction had been instantaneous. She had spat in his face and snarled, "If that's the sort of guy you are then call the cops and have me thrown in jail. I'd rather rot in a cell than let a pig like you shove his dirty cock into me."
Joe had taken no offense. Instead he had laughed and told her that he was just seeking for a reaction. Had she accepted his offer, he probably would have called the police, he told her, because he didn't like freeloaders and women who sold their bodies cheaply. "If you have to sell it get a good price for it, honey, not three greasy hamburgers and a few cups of coffee," he had told her. "What's your handle?"
"Jennie," she had said. "You can call me Jennie. Now show me where the kitchen is and I'll get to work."
Joe had taken her at her word. Jennie worked four long hours in the kitchen until closing time and then said that she would be on her way.
"Not so fast, kid," said Joe. "I pay kitchen help $2.50 an hour and meals. You got fed and there's ten bucks coming to you. The road's out there and you can take off any time. If you want a permanent job you can sleep in the back office. There's a cot there that no one ever uses. The gal who served you is leaving to get married at the end of the week ... marrying a trucker, which tells you how smart she is ... and I'm going to need someone. You ever wait on tables?"
"Can't say that I have," said Jennie, "but I learn fast."
"You've got a job," said Joe. "There's uniforms in the closet that look about your size. You can buy yourself some clothes next week, after payday. I'll take a dollar a night off your wages if you sleep in and all the tips are yours. Now how's that for a deal?"
"You're all right, Joe," she had told him." Sorry about what I called you before."
"No harm done," he said. "Compared to what those truckers call me that was almost a compliment. Well, I'm gonna lock up now. See you in the morning."
Joe had come around to open the coffee shop the following morning half expecting the till to have been cleaned out and Jennie gone. Instead he had caught her in the midst of cleaning the place thoroughly, on her hands and knees in a pool of soapy water. He had said nothing about this, but from that time on he trusted her completely.
Each night, after the last customer had gone and Joe, too, had left, June, now calling herself Jennie, sat and pondered on the fate life had brought her to. Here she was, friendless and a fugitive, penniless and alone, perhaps doomed for the rest of her life to haunt the byways of life. Could she ever again feel safe? Would the time ever come when she could live openly, find a man who would love and protect her? Could she ever forget the terrible experiences she had known?
With her hair dyed dark and cut short it would be difficult for anyone who had not known her very well to recognize June in the new Jennie. Even Rice would probably pass her in the street without a second glance. But Jack was another matter. If ever he should accidentally enter this coffee shop he would recognize her in an instant. Where was he hunting now, she wondered, for Jack would never give up his search for her.
Jack was having major troubles of his own that Jennie knew nothing about. To relieve the passing hours while he waited for news of his wife, he had recruited a temporary replacement, Sue, who might have passed for his wife's younger sister. Sue made the mistake of answering an ad m a Chicago newspaper asking for a girl willing to leave the city and work as housekeeper for a widower and his family. The salary offered was good, and Sue was only one of hundreds who had answered the ad. But Sue was the only young woman answering who not only was physically attractive, but was an orphan with no friends and no known relatives. The old man had interviewed her himself, playing the courtly gentleman, and had asked if she would be lonely so far from friends and family. The answer had been the one he hoped to receive, and the next day Sue was winging her way westward toward her doom. Once inside that house, she would never emerge alive.
The old man had met her at the airport and personally driven her to his home. With his own hands he had carried her suitcase up the stairs and through the front door. There, waiting, had been his sons, and he had presented them.
The old man had personally taken her cherry not fifteen minutes later, while his sons watched and hungrily waited their turns. By nightfall each one of them had used every opening her body had which would admit a cock and Sue was a bruised and battered wreck of the fine young lady she had been the previous day. Her cunt was torn and bleeding from the battering it had taken. When all the men were sated they had continued their amusement by shoving various objects into her cunt; broom handles, bottles, their own hairy fists. Jack had wanted to insert a light bulb into her and turn it on to see the effect, but his father had dissuaded him.
"I've gone to a great deal of trouble to find this woman for you boys and I don't want her wasted in one night. I intend to get good service out of her. Money has been spent to bring her here and I believe in getting what I pay for. She is to last us until our June is recovered. Now, until her bruises are healed and she is to be used only for cocksucking. That, at least, can do no damage to her."
For week after week the poor girl knew nothing but outrage. There was never an hour in the long day when one or more of the brothers was not waiting, ready to thrust his huge meat weapon between her lips, twining his fingers in her hair and forcing her to suck him until he came.
Sue survived, but unlike June she never learned to enjoy the hours of lust with her many lovers. She had been a virgin when they took her, and not one of them had ever thought of educating her to the enjoyment fucking can offer. She might have been a willing student if tenderness had been used, for her body was healthy and her instincts were good. She had been sort of hoping to be employed by a handsome young man who would force her to his will.
Sue had told the truth when claiming to be an orphan, but she had told one small lie when she declared that she had no friends, and that lie was to be her abductors' downfall. Sue had a friend, a young man with whom she had been becoming increasingly intimate. They had never fucked, of course, or she would not have been a virgin when the old man took her, but her cunt had throbbed on many evenings as her friend's fingers had gently massaged her clit and probed the depths of her cunt. Once, after a glass of wine had loosened her inhibitions, she had even permitted him to lick her clit a bit. The sensation had been surprisingly intense and had frightened her a bit, but not so much that she would not have liked to experience it again. She had even resolved that if he did it the next time they were together she would kiss him on the tip of his cock. She had also promised to write her friend at the first opportunity and let him know where she was living and what she was doing.
The letter did not come, and the friend began to suspect foul play. Surely Sue would have written had she been able. Armed with a photograph, he began making the rounds of airport, bus station and railroad station, asking ticket sellers if they had ever seen her.
While this search for Sue was going on June, now known as Jenny, had slowly been recovering an interest in life. Her wounds and bruises had healed, her swollen cunt long since returned to normal. Once again she began to feel the need for male companionship and so, despite his age and obvious love for his wife, she decided that Joe should be her next conquest. She began to brush against him whenever they passed each other behind the counter, rubbing her tits against his arms. Or she would pass behind him, and Joe would feel the warm softness of her thighs against his ass. When she changed into her uniform she would leave the door slightly ajar, so that he might catch glimpses of her naked body.
Joe may have loved his wife, but even a saint can be seduced. Before long Joe's cock, which had spent most of the past few years slumbering, began to twitch and rise in his pants whenever June was around. He began to follow her with his eyes wherever she went. Peering through the crack of the door while she dressed soon convinced Joe that he had been at least partially right about her. Jenny may have had black hair, he thought, but she was a natural blonde. He wanted to bury his tongue in that thick blonde bush.
June, known as Jennie, taunted him for a week before giving Joe his first real thrill. The work day was over. The last customer had gone and the door locked behind him. The two of them were doing the final cleanup of the coffee shop, their last duty before Joe left for the night. Their paths crossed frequently during the cleanup, and June stumbled at the right moment. A second later she was in Joe's arms and he was kissing her.
June kissed back, her tongue sliding between Joe's lips and rubbing against his own tongue. His right hand came up and grasped her left tit, massaging it. June did nothing to prevent this intimacy. Instead, she slid her hand down between them and grasped his cock gently. She was surprised at how hard it had become. June had somehow gotten the idea that older men, in their sixties, like Joe, were probably incapable of fucking. Joe, judging by the feel of his cock, should be capable of satisfying almost any cunt.
"Oh, how I want you," she whispered in Joe's ear. "I've always gone for older men."
This was untrue, but at the moment June believed it. Unlike genuinely loose women, June always became emotionally attached to the men she fucked or sucked.
Joe slid his left hand down behind her and gripped June by the ass, massaged the cheeks of her ass until she almost swooned with pleasure. It had been many weeks since she had last enjoyed a man and her sensations were intensified by deprivation. In return, June opened her mouth wider so that Joe might insert his tongue and at the same time unzipped the fly of his pants.
In a moment her soft hand was inside his pants, probing the opening of his underwear, stroking the smooth hardness she found, manipulating it until she could hear Joe's breath begin to come in gasps.
She had hoped to have him fuck her, but Joe came too soon. He had been too long away from feminine attention. His wife of forty years was ailing and could do little to attend to his needs. He had hired a prostitute on occasion, but this brought little relief. Joe was a man who appreciated love most when it was freely given, out of genuine affection. June's attentions had kindled a flame long dormant in him.
But he came too soon, while she was still stroking him inside his pants. The hot cum jetting over her fingers told June of what had happened, and she sighed. At his age it might be hours before he was ready to come again.
"Never mind, Joe," she whispered in his ear. "There's always tomorrow and we'll try again. Tomorrow I'll be waiting for you in the cot in the back room.
"Wait, I have a better idea," she told him. "Open early, or at least come down to the coffee shop earlier than you usually do. You have a key and I'll be on the cot in the back room. Wake me up when you get here, with your kisses and your hands. I'll be naked and waiting for you."
Joe stumbled out of the coffee shop that night in a daze. Could this lovely creature really want a man as old as himself in her bed? He would find out in the morning.
Joe didn't open the coffee shop for business the next day. He had arrived at least two hours before his regular opening time, let himself in quietly through the back door and, taking off his shoes, walked in stocking feet to the room where June slept. The door was open and he could see her sleeping figure on the cot. It was warm and she had thrown the covers back and in the moonlight that seeped through the window his eyes gloated over her body.
There were the juicy tits that he longed to suck on, dark nipples rising and falling slowly as she breathed. There was the bush of strawberry blonde hair around her cunt. Joe wanted to kiss it and lick it and chew on it. There was the curve of her belly that he would soon be holding against his own. There were the smooth thighs that would hold him. He stripped off his clothing and stepped into the room, crossed to the cot and looked down at her.
Joe's cock was harder than it had been for many years. It jutted straight out like the weapon of a far younger man and Joe wished that he really was thirty years younger and in his prime. He had been a mighty fucker, then, he recalled, and the women had been crazy for his cock. He wondered about her reasons for desiring him and then brushed the thought aside. "Take what you can get while you can get it, Joe," he whispered to himself. "One day soon you'll be dead and never get laid again."
Kneeling beside the cot, Joe remembered all the little tricks he had played when young. He leaned forward, balancing himself, and plunged his face between June's legs, searching with his nose and then finding her clit and licking, licking.
June came awake to a sensation she had almost forgotten, so long had she been without sex. The soothing, aching almost pain of a human male tongue working expertly at her cunt. Her first climax came almost at once, within seconds of the moment when Joe's tongue first made contact with her clit. Her legs spread and she raised her knees to give him a better target. Fully awake now and remembering that Joe was supposed to come to her, she gave herself up to pleasure. Her thighs closed gently on his head, locking it in position.
Now, without taking his tongue from her clit, Joe turned and lay down on the cot beside her, but with his cock toward her mouth. June's mouth opened for it, sucked it in. For an hour or more they lay there, gently eating each other, while June's cunt juices flowed. Several times Joe pulled his cock from her mouth because he was about to come, and at his age most men can come only once or twice before requiring rest. Joe wanted to stretch this out as long as possible.
As for June, she had no desire to hasten the process. She was insatiable, and could have laid there being eaten for hours without complaint. It wasn't as good as fucking, as having a thick, hard cock plunging deep into her cunt, but it was good and it was there and she wasn't going to waste it. She wasn't going to let Joe fuck her until she had had her fill of being lapped. Her cunt cried out for what she was receiving and she would satisfy it.
Finally, after more than an hour of being sucked on and off, Joe could take it no longer. The next time she felt him about to come and pulled her mouth away he reached down and grasped her head, holding it there, pumping his hips to shove his cock in and out of her mouth. At last he spurted, thin and sweetish cum jetting against her throat and trickled from her lips. She swallowed it and continued sucking, but for the time being Joe was through. He grunted and lay back, dropping off to sleep almost at once, while his cock grew limp. June wiped her face on the blanket and dropped off to sleep also. There would be time enough for more sex later.
The knocking of customers at the door awakened June. It was long past opening time and truckers were outside, hungry and anxious for their breakfasts.
There was a rapping at the window, and June looked up to see the leering face of a trucker looking in. There was light enough to see at a glance that she and the owner had been blowing each other. June smiled at him and tugged the blanket over herself and Joe while the trucker went off to tell his buddies about what he had seen. Fortunately, they were not a bad bunch of men and they left the lovers in peace. One thing was certain, however, they would spread the word and within days old Joe would have an enviable reputation as a great lover. Joe would get a kick out of that, she knew, unless word leaked back to his wife. But there was little chance of that happening. Joe's wife never came down to the coffee shop and the truckers, who constituted almost all his business, never went into town where Joe lived.
She let Joe sleep for several more hours, until it was almost noon, before she awakened him by once again sucking on his cock until it was as full and hard as it had been early in the morning. She wondered what dreams must have come to Joe as he was being sucked off in his sleep. They must have been good ones, because he was smiling contentedly.
When she sensed that Joe was building up toward another explosion of cum she stopped sucking and awakened him. He was groggy with sleep, but his hard-on did not leave him. Instead it grew even harder as he realized that Jennie, the gorgeous young women he had befriended so many weeks earlier, was at last going to yield to his cock the treasure of her cunt. Once again he buried his tongue in her snatch to make her ready for fucking.
Out for concern for his age, June did not allow Joe to get on top of her for fucking. Instead, she rolled Joe over on his back and mounted him, lowering herself slowly so as to prolong as much as she could the pleasure of feeling his cock shove its way into her. Then, when it was in to the hilt, she began grinding her hips forward and back, forward and back, until Joe's eyes were starting from his head and he was about to burst. An instant before he was ready to come she reached down and grabbed his cock at the root, the last bit of it outside her cunt, and squeezed until his cock began to soften. Then she took her hand away and began the rocking motion once again.
Meanwhile, Joe's hands were busy with her tits, squeezing them, soothing them, pinching her nipples until spasm after spasm shook her body. She was alive with sensation, totally orgasmic, climax after climax sweeping through her body. This was as good as she'd ever had. This was better than being fucked by Jack, or Rice, or her father-in-law. This was even better than being fucked by two of Jack's brothers at the same time. Joe was really a great old fucker, she thought, wondering what he had been like when younger and stronger. She leaned forward over Joe and his head came up, mouth reaching for her tits. She allowed him to suck on one while she continued the fucking motion. Again she reached down and squeezed him away from orgasm.
Joe was beginning to pant beneath her, his eyes glazing, his breath coming in strained gasps. Joe has had enough, June thought. More of this might kill him. She took her hand away from the shaft of his cock and pumped harder to bring him to climax and moments later his entire body stiffened while he spurted deep into her cunt.
Once again the two of them slept and rested. It was deep night again before Joe came back to consciousness. Again he sought her cunt with his mouth, tasting his own cum in the depths of her slot. This time, when she was ready he would not allow her to mount him but knelt between her legs and probed with his cock at her cunt. "I want to fuck you like a man, Jennie," he whispered (she had never told him her true name), "Like a man."
"Do you love me, Joe?" she asked. "Do you really and truly love me?"
"I'll get a divorce from my wife and marry you," Joe whispered back. "You can have everything I own. You can have this coffee house. And I've got property in town. Hundreds of thousands of dollars. It will all be yours if you'll marry me."
"I don't want your money, Joe," she said. "And I can't marry you, even if I wanted to. I'm already married . ... "
"Then get a divorce," Joe said. "We'll both get divorces."
"I can't do that, Joe," she told him. "Haven't you figured out yet that I'm on the run? And it's my husband that I'm running from. If he finds me he'll kill me, Joe, and he'll kill you, too. Hell kill anyone who touches me."
"Then we'll live together without marrying," said Joe, almost shouting. "I'll kick my wife out and you can live with me at my house in town."
June placed her hand over Joe's mouth to quiet him. "No, Joe. Please," she said. "It would never work. And I would hate myself if I broke up your marriage."
"Then tell me what I can do for you," Joe cried. "Anything at all. Just name it."
"There is something you can do for me, Joe," she said, "and it won't cost you anything."
"What is it," he gasped. "Tell me and I'll do it."
"Fuck me in the ass."
June's bowels writhed in ecstasy as Joe's hard cock slid smoothly in and out of her ass-hole. As for Joe, the expression on his face, had anyone been there to watch it, was one of pure bliss. There had been nothing Joe loved so much in the days of his youth as fucking a sweet young woman in the ass.
Toward midnight, when Joe was once again fucked out and unconscious, June stood at the roadside with her thumb in the air, waiting for a trucker to come along. Behind her she had left a note thanking Joe for everything he had done for her and promising to come back some day, even if just to say "hello." She had to leave, she told him, because she could not bear the thought of coming between him and his wife. "You'll forget about me," she had written, "and if you don't, well maybe I'll be better off if there's someone, somewhere, who cares about my fate. Good bye, Joe."
June climbed up into the big diesel cab and with a whoosh of released air brakes the big rig rumbled back toward cruising speed. June was on the move again, but not naked and pursued as she had been weeks earlier. Her suitcase was crammed full on inexpensive but attractive clothing. There was more than six hundred dollars in her purse. Her health was recovered and, at least for a time, she had shaken off all pursuit. She turned to the young man behind the wheel. "Thanks for the lift, Mac," she said. "How far are you going?"
"New York all the way," he said, "and my name's Dave. How long you been waiting?"
"Maybe ten minutes," she said. "You were the first rig to come along. And you can call me Jennie."
"Jennie it is then," said Dave. "And when he wakes up you can meet my partner, Al. He's sleeping up there in the bunk."
All the big rigs that run the highways have sleeping bunks over the cabs. The huge trucks run night and day, stopping only for fuel and food, while the driver and his relief take turns at the wheel. "You can join Al in the bunk if you're tired," said Dave. "He won't kick you out."
"I'm not tired," answered June, who had slept all day. "Maybe I'll think about it later."
"What's the matter, babe," asked Dave, who was familiar with the ways of those women who hitchhike their way across the country on the big rigs. "Don't you fuck?"
June laughed at so direct an approach. "If I didn't fuck I wouldn't hitch with a trucker," she said. "I was telling the truth. I've slept all day and I'm not tired. Tell you what. You're the one who picked me up so I'll wait for the end of your shift and then join you in the bunk. Al can have seconds on me."
"You're on," said Dave, holding out a hand to be shaken. "Let me know when you're ready and we'll take it all the way to the Big Apple."
Several hours later June learned the special pleasure of being thoroughly fucked in a big truck while it pounds and thunders along the highway. Dave didn't have to do any work at all. He just lay there with his cock shoved to the hilt in her cunt, holding tight while the movement of the truck did all the work.
"This is better than fucking in a motorized water bed," June laughed in Dave's ear. "I think I could take this forever."
"Wait until it's Al's turn," Dave told her. "That partner of mine has a dong like a horse's. Must be a foot long and four inches thick. He's got a reputation from coast to coast for shoving it so far in that they choke on it 'cause it comes at them the other way. When he comes, he'll swab your tonsils."
Hours later, as the truck thundered through the reaches of Ohio, June learned that Dave had hardly exaggerated about his partner at all. Not only was Al hung like a horse, he looked and smelled a bit like one. But June had known what she was getting into when she hitched the ride. In fact, she had been hoping to find a couple of real studs to take her across the country. She had been without sex for too long, and Joe had merely whetted her appetite. She would need long and heavy fucking before her lusts were sated.
Dave, and particularly Al, provided that fucking. Al plunged deeper into her and stretched her cunt more than any man had ever done in the past. Pressing her hand against her belly as he bucked and plunged in her, she was sure that she could feel the tip of his cock banging against her navel, from the inside. She creamed at least a hundred times on the long ride east.
It was a tired but satisfied June who stepped from the truck cab into New York City in the wee hours of the morning. "Thanks for everything, fellas," she shouted up to them.
"Thank you, Jennie," they shouted back over the thunder of the big diesel. "See you again, sometime."
CHAPTER EIGHT
New York City was all June's dreams come true. Here she could experience the center of American life, the pulse of the entertainment industry, the silent wars of big business on Wall street and the rivalries of the media. She could stroll along Fifth Avenue, south of the park, and gaze in awe at the famous and the wealthy as they came to and from the big hotels. She could take the subway down to the Village and while away the hours in Washington Square Park amid the most extreme individualists of the city. It was there, where formality does not exist, that she made her first friends.
Six hundred dollars does not last long, particularly in New York, and June soon became aware of the need for a job and a permanent place to stay. The hotel she was staying at, cheap though it was, had eaten into her savings at a frightening rate. Something had to be done about income, and soon.
She was sitting on a bench in the sunshine, in Washington Square Park, when a tall and willowy redhead strolled up to her and asked casually, "Are you new in the neighborhood? I'm in the park every day and I've never seen you before. By the way, my name's Myra."
June introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Jennie, and I've only been in town a week."
Ten minutes later their casual meeting had developed into an invitation to share an apartment (one of Myra's roommates was leaving at the end of the week) and the suggestion that the departing roommate's job might also be available. "Do you type?" asked Myra.
June assured her new friend that she was a great typist and she'd love to share an apartment. Myra, in return, made it clear that she could not live with a prude. "Here in the Village we take our sex pretty casually," she said. "And we party a lot. Friday and Saturday nights are always party time at my place and they get pretty hairy. If you can't stand the sight of couples screwing on your kitchen table, then I advise you to turn down the offer."
June laughed, and assured Myra that she would complain only if the offending couple took up too much room. "I'm no whore," she assured Myra, "but I'm neither a prude nor a virgin. Let me get my things from the hotel and I'll be back downtown as soon as you want me to move in."
It developed that no objections would be made to "Jennie" moving in at once. She could sleep on the sofa until the weekend, at which time a bedroom would be vacant. There was one other woman in the apartment, Rose, but she was sacking out with a new boyfriend for a few days.
Myra had a car, and the two young women lost no time in establishing "Jennie" in the apartment. To seal the arrangement, Myra immediately began calling people all over the city, announcing a party that very night, even if it wasn't Friday yet, so that the new roommate could meet her friends.
The next few hours, before the first guests arrived, were a mad rush to buy cold meats and wine, potato salad, and all the other goodies Myra considered necessary for a party. June contributed handsomely to the cost of the spread.
By the time the first guests began drifting in both women had gotten to the wine and beginning to feel its effects. June didn't even try to remember names, but just greeted each person she was introduced to with a kiss, male and female alike, which is normal for Greenwich Village society. Myra knew at once that her new friend would fit in nicely.
The party quickly reached a stage that would once have horrified June. Quite early in the evening she paused in an open bedroom doorway to study the technique of a tiny blonde girl who was expertly giving head to a lean, dark man in jeans. The gentleman leaned casually against the wall, a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other, cock extended through his open fly, while the girl knelt before him. Her teeth worked savagely on his long, heavy cock, then she would stop chewing and suck the entire length deep into her throat. One hand was inside his pants, obviously kneading his balls. He had already come once and the cum was trickling down the girl's cheeks.
The man winked at June as she watched, and toasted her with his drink, then stiffened and sloshed the rest of the wine down the front of his shirt as he came unexpectedly. His cigarette dropped from his nerveless fingers and smoldered on the carpet. June picked it up and put it in an ashtray.
In the kitchen Myra, hands braced against the table, was getting fucked from behind by a young man June had not been introduced to. Her dress was hiked up in back and the man was putting it to her in the cunt, holding her by the waist and driving up into her with long, hard strokes. June was fascinated by the power he displayed. She held out her glass of wine so that Myra could sip it but her new roommate shook her head, no. Then she let go of the table with one hand and grasped June by the arm, holding her there while she shuddered in orgasm. The sensation of the spasm as she felt it through Myra sent a strange thrill through June. She would have to get laid, and soon, or she would go wild with envy. She drank deep of the wine in her glass and wondered which man to approach.
June was almost seeing double, by now, so much wine had she drunk. She knew that if she was going to get fucked she had better do it soon, before she passed out from the wine. But first she had to talent search.
The man on the sofa looked like he might be a great lay. Through his tight pants his legs looked lean and hard, and the bulge at his crotch said that he had a tremendous weapon. Unfortunately, he had one hand far up under the skirt of a chubby brunette who was moaning with joy and rubbing his cock through his pants. June thought that she could do a far better job for him than the fat girl and was about to offer herself as a substitute. Then she thought that the couple might be good friends of Myra. There was no point in offending a new roommate. She'd keep on looking until she found an unattached male.
Back once more in the kitchen, she noticed that Myra's friend had switched around to the front and they were fucking standing up. The man's pants had slipped down around his ankles, but he paid them no notice. He was holding Myra by the ass, clutching it, pulling it toward him as he pumped into her. Now another man entered the kitchen and June thought that he might be for her, but she hesitated too long. He watched Myra getting fucked for a moment, then walked over and caressed her ass with his hand. Myra must have felt the touch because she pumped her ass back toward him. Casually, as though he had done this a hundred times before ... and maybe he had, thought June ... He opened his fly and took out his cock. Slender and exceptionally long, it weaved like a serpent in the direction of Myra's ass while his fingers parted her cheeks. He spat on the tip of his cock to moisten it and then slowly shoved it deep into Myra's ass-hole.
Myra stood there between the two men, pinned by their cocks, and the trio rocked back and forth as one. June could tell by the slack look on Myra's face that the second cock was doing its work. The girl was so deep in climax that she was totally unaware of anything but the cocks jammed deep into her. Cunt juice was dripping down her legs, mingled with cum. There was another sudden gush of cum as the man in her ass came, paused for a moment, then picked up the beat afresh. His hands had shifted position. He had opened her blouse and was massaging one tit while they fucked. The man fucking her in the cunt bent his face down and began sucking the other tit.
June's knees were weak from alcohol and excitement, so she wandered back to the sofa ... the lean man and the fat girl had left for a bedroom ... and sat down to drink her wine and watch the action. For comfort, she sprawled on the couch at an angle, so that she could also watch Myra being double fucked in the kitchen.
When she felt the hand on her thigh she decided not to turn around. She would take any man who wanted her that night, where and when and however he wanted it. She relaxed and parted her thighs slightly, signaling to the unknown lover that he could proceed as he pleased.
The hand stole up under her skirt and cupped her snatch, probed against the nylon of her panty hose with a blunt finger. No entry possible there. The hand was joined by another and the two hands, together, slid further up and gripped the top of her pantyhose, began to tug them down. June lifted her hips, so that they could be pulled down without difficulty. In a moment they were being tugged off over her ankles, she had already slipped off her shoes for comfort, and then the seeking hands were back at her. She sipped at the wine and wondered what the hands would do next.
The hands gently adjusted her on the sofa, eased her around so that she could lay back at full length. She could feel her skirt being raised above her hips and her legs gently parted, her knees raised and pushed apart. Then a strange tongue was dipping into her cunt, licking her clit with both delicacy and ferocity. It seemed as though the licker anticipated her every wish as to force and pace. Now the stranger's teeth nibbled gently on her clit and the lips sucked it in like a tiny cock, then the teeth again. Never had June known so violent a climax. She bucked and twisted on the sofa, eyes still clamped shut, screaming in pleasure. Hands were holding her down. Someone, Myra, was holding a damp cloth against her face. She was faint and dripping with sweat. Now June opened her eyes and looked at her lover.
The face was slightly olive hued; the eyes had just a touch of slant. They were bold and incredibly black. Raven hair fell like a thundercloud past shoulder length. Slender face led down to a perfect neck. The breasts that peeped through the thin fabric of the blouse were small but firm looking. June's cunt had been so perfectly licked by the most incredibly beautiful Oriental girl that June had ever seen-
"Hello, darling," she purred in a velvet soft voice. "You have one of the most delicious cunts I've ever tasted. Thank you for letting me try it. Since we haven't been introduced yet, but my name is Natasha."
June was surprised that her lover had turned out to be a woman, but not shocked. Sally, after all, had made love to her on the raft at the lake and although she could not fuck June, had accomplished everything else far better than a man could. And why not, June thought. After all, only a woman could possibly know what another woman-likes best. She smiled back at her new friend and took her by the hand.
"I'm Jennie," she told her, still assuming the alias. "That was a lovely thing you did. I enjoyed it very much.
"I could tell," said Natasha. "Nobody could fake it like that. And I could tell that you were surprised to find out that your lover was a woman."
June nodded in agreement. "Could we do that again?" she asked. "And I'll eat you. I haven't much experience, but you could teach me. By the way, Natasha isn't an Oriental name, is it?"
"My grandmother was Russian and I'm named after her," she said. "Why don't we get to eating each other right now? There's room in one of the bedrooms."
June shook her head. "It will have to be some other time, I'm sorry. I'm too drunk to do you properly right now and besides, I sort of promised myself that I'd get laid at this party. It's in my honor, you know."
Natasha reached into her purse and pulled out a card. "Here's my number," she said. "Call me when you're ready to come out. I'll introduce you around." Then she was gone.
June recovered her wine and gulped it down. Some of the effects were wearing off and she wanted more. The way to the table where the wine bottles stood was blocked by an ever enlarging crowd. June struggled her way through and refilled her glass.
Just as she was turning away from the table a male hand reached out of the crowd and grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her through the crowd to a quieter corner of the room.
He was younger than June, no more than nineteen, but she turned on to him immediately and rubbed her body against his, kissed him on the lips, stuck her tongue in his ear, grabbed him by the cock through his pants. His cock was small and soft. Something was wrong.
He never told her his name. "What's with it, woman?" he asked. "One minute you're getting head from the most famous lesbian in the Village and the next you're trying to make out like a straight lady. Are you gay or aren't you?"
"I guess I swing either way," June said, "but right now I want to fuck. How about it?"
"Not a chance, baby," he said. "You may swing both ways but I don't. I've fucked one woman in my life, when I was too drunk to know what I was doing, and it was sick. I threw up all the next day. But if it's a straight man you want I've got just the friend for you. He's only been in town a week. Came here looking for some woman who's disappeared, or something like that. Anyhow, he won't fuck me, so maybe he'll fuck you."
June tossed her wine down and headed back to the bottle, dragging the protesting youth behind her. When she had once more filled her glass she turned to him, staggering by this time, slurring her words.
"If he's a man and wants to fuck, then lead me to him."
Five minutes later June was being led out of the apartment to another, one flight up in the same building. The door was flung open and June staggered in. Her new friend, the one who wouldn't fuck her is how she thought of him, left for a moment and then came weaving back. Or was she the one who was weaving. June didn't give a damn either way.
"The son of a bitch is just as drunk as you are," he said. "All you straights are trouble. You can find him in the bedroom and if you can get him up you can do whatever you please with him. I wish you luck."
He stormed out of the apartment and June was left alone, except for a passed out stranger in the other room. June went into the room and blearily surveyed the situation. Sure enough, there on the bed, was another man, stark naked. It was difficult to tell because his cock was soft but June was certain that with a hard-on he would be a terrific lover. He, too, was young. Younger than June, at least. There was something familiar about his face, but through the alcoholic haze June was incapable of actually recognizing him. At least he was a man.
Swiftly as she could, June slipped out of her clothing. She slid her hands across her tits and they felt good to her. She probed at her pussy with one finger and it throbbed back at her still sensitive from the licking that Natasha had given it. Then she knelt beside the bed and began sucking at the man's limp cock, hoping to bring it back to useful life.
June sucked away for at least fifteen minutes, but the attempt was useless. The man was out cold. It might be hours before he recovered enough to get a hard on.
June was pretty near out herself. It was difficult for her to stand. She wanted to sleep. She reached for the light switch and flipped it off, sank down on the bed beside the stranger and curled against him. She took his limp cock in her hand once more and, still holding it, drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, long after midnight, with the wine almost worn off, June began to waken. Something was stirring in her hand. Then she remembered where she was and how she had gotten there. The thing stirring in her hand was a cock and it was attached to a young and virile man. And she hadn't been fucked yet. The party downstairs had been in honor and she had set out to find a lover, but all she had found had been a lesbian to lick her clit. How nice it had been, though. June smiled in the darkness and thought that she would soon seek out Natasha. She didn't particularly care for licking cunts, but if that's what it took to bring Natasha's agile tongue once again within her slot she would gladly do it. She would lick a hundred cunts to experience that delicious madness once more. It was good that the card with Natasha's number was safely tucked away in her purse.
But that was for later. Right now she was tucked away in bed, naked, with a man she had never even spoken to.
She did not know his name, but she did know that his cock was in her hand and growing harder by the minute. He might still be asleep, but he would awaken soon. She squeezed gently on his cock to speed the process.
A hand groped and found her tits, played with them for a moment. "Damn," whispered a male voice. "Who are you and how did you get here?"
"I'm Jennie," June whispered back, "and a friend of yours brought me here. He knew that I wanted to get laid and said that there was a handsome young knight sleeping in this apartment, just waiting for the right princess to come along. Now tell me who you are ... no ... don't tell me. I don't want to know, at least not yet. After we've fucked, and maybe done a few other things, then you can tell me your name."
The figure beside her chuckled in the darkness. "It's a deal. And you can keep on playing with my dick like that. It feels great."
"I'm going to do a lot more with your dick than play with it," said June. "Would you like me to tell you what I'm going to do with it?"
"Yes, I'd like that," came the returning whisper. "And then I'll tell you exactly what I'm going to do with you."
"That sounds wonderful," said June. "And then we'll do it. In fact, I've got a better idea. Why don't we each promise that whatever the other asks, we'll do it, no matter what."
"It's a deal," came the voice again. "Why don't you begin."
"You can start off by sucking my tits," said June.
There was a motion in the bed beside her and the cock, now thoroughly hard, slid out of her hand. Then a warm mouth clamped itself to her right tit and began its gentle sucking. The tongue rasped slowly back and forth across her nipple, sending sensations like tiny electric shocks running up and down her spine. Teeth bit at her nipple, but not hard enough to cause pain and she felt herself creaming. Then the mouth shifted its attention to the other tit. This continued, back and forth between her tits, for at least half an hour. June was past being ready to fuck, but she wanted to drag out her pleasures as long as possible. Finally, she reached her hands to his face and pushed him away.
"It's your turn to ask," she whispered.
"I want you to suck my cock while you shove a finger up my ass," the stranger asked.
"That's two things," said June, "and the deal was one thing at a time."
The stranger laughed. "O.K., " he said. "Start sucking my dick and then stick a finger up my ass."
June didn't bother to say anything. She crawled down in the bed and felt for his cock, found it, lowered her mouth over it while she crouched between his legs. One hand reached under his ass and felt for his ass-hole. Her finger forced its way in, probing massaging. He groaned and arched his hips up at her so that she could take him even deeper into her mouth. He spread his thighs so that her finger could plunge in further. June's head rose and fell as she worked him almost to the edge of orgasm. She was carried away with her sense of power, at the way this virile male animal lay helpless in her grasp. She wanted him to come, to feel his male power draining away at her command. At the last possible moment he pulled away from her, pushed her face away from his cock and clamping his ass so that she could no longer enter him.
"It's your turn again," he said. "Let's see what you can think of."
"Do I get two things, just the way you did?" she asked. "I'll give you three, if that's what you want," he answered. "Just tell me what you want and I'll do it."
"First," she said, "I want you to lick my ass, to shove your tongue into my hole. Then I want you to lick my pussy until I beg you to stop. After that, I want to feel your cock in my cunt."
The stranger said not a word. Instead, he gently rolled June over on her stomach, shoved a pillow under her snatch so that her ass was raised a bit in the air. Then he gently spread the cheeks of her ass with his hands. A moment later she felt the gentle, wet probing of his tongue against her ass-hole, felt it stiffen and thrust, trying to enter and, finally, succeeding. For long minutes he probed her with his tongue, then rolled her over on her back. This time the attack was faster and rougher. His tongue lashed against her clit, hard and demanding, probed her cunt as deep as it could reach, then retreated from the steaming depths to once again lick hard at the center of her ecstasy. When his tongue tired he rubbed the lump of flesh with his nose, his chin, then his tongue was attacking again. June was writhing, twisting, trying at last to pull herself away from the mouth that devoured her.
"That's enough," she shouted at last. "Please, stop."
Her bedmate gripped her harder by the hips and held her firmly in place. Now he sucked her clit into his mouth as though it was a tiny cock. His teeth nibbled on it, nipped it. June threw her head back and screamed aloud, divided between agony and unadulterated pleasure. Her thighs gripped his head and squeezed, yet still he licked.
"Please, I can't stand it anymore," she sobbed. "Oh, please, please fuck me."
He pulled his face away from her cunt and bracing himself against her hips drew himself up and over her. Her legs spread to receive him and her hand grabbed his cock to guide it on its way. In it plunged, and with it June entered a fresh wave of orgasms. Her thighs gripped him like scissors, clamping and then spreading again. He grabbed her under the knees with both hands, without missing a stroke, and lifted her legs over his shoulders, then leaned forward. Now he was plunging into her vertically. Only her shoulders touched the mattress. Her fingernails gouged his arms and shoulders until rivulets of blood ran down his back. He quickened the pace of his fucking. June sobbed, "Oh, Oh, Oh," in time to his attack. She had reached the point where words were impossible, where onlv animal grunts could issue from her throat. She was not conscious or unconscious but beyond all normal modes of awareness. She was enveloped in one great blazing flame of pure lust. Every nerve in her body vibrated to the tune of his beat. He was better than Al, in the speeding truck. Better than Rice, than Jack or his father. Better than anything she had ever before experienced or imagined possible. He was the ultimate fuck, and he was between her legs and transporting her to levels of sensation unheard of before. Her flowing juices were whipped to a foam by the desperation of his efforts. Her cunt was a flaming cavern that devoured everything near it, including herself.
Then, finally, he was coming. The jets seared the inside of her cunt like gouts from a flamethrower, battered her womb with the force of a fire hose. Gushed and flowed like Niagara ... As his body subsided on her breast June folded him in her arms and held him there, weeping. It was long minutes before enough breath returned so that she could talk.
"I love you," she whispered in his ear, once the beating of her heart had slowed enough so she could think. "I've never loved anyone before, I know that now. I don't care who you are or where you come from. I don't care what your name is. All I know is that I love you and want you forever. Please, let me stay with you and take care of you."
"I feel the same way," he answered. "I've never had anyone like you before. I never thought a woman could be so wonderful. I want to stay with you, always."
Dawn had already broken and light seeped in around the drawn shade on the window beside the bed. June reached up to release the shade.
"I want to see what you look like. I don't care if you're the ugliest man in the world, but I want to see your face."
She released the shade and it sped upward around the roller. Sunlight streamed into the room. June looked into the face of her brother, Mike.
They lay there in awful silence, still naked, her head upon his shoulder. Both their faces were wet with tears. Then, driven by a common instinct, they rolled together and gripped each other face to face, pressing their bodies together, each wet with the other's tears. Finally, June spoke.
"I know that what we've done is the most sinful thing a brother and sister can do to each other, but I don't feel sinful."
"I feel the same way," said Mike. "And it isn't as if we did it intentionally. We were two strangers met in the night, and we did what was normal. It can't be a sin because of the way it happened, by accident, you might say. And there's no point in getting bashful with each other after what just happened."
He stroked her back, soothingly. It felt like the sheerest silk under his fingers. No. More alive than any fabric could feel, however fine.
She gripped him tighter and delighted in the way his muscles moved smoothly under his skin.
"It mustn't ever happen again," said Mike, kissing her tenderly. "We can't let it."
"You're right," said June, as her fingers glided over his back, encountered the welts raised by her fingernails. "I've hurt you," she said. "Let me kiss the wounds and make them well."
Mike rolled on his back while June's lips roved over him kissing the torn skin. Her hands, against all her will, drifted lower on his body, slid gently over his ass. "You do have a beautiful body, Mike. Do you suppose we made love so well together because we're brother and sister? Because we're so close biologically that we understand and respond to each other better than we could to any strangers?"
"Maybe you're right," he said." Maybe that's why it felt so wonderful." He rolled over again, on his back, while her hand remained in the same place. Now it was resting lightly on his cock.
She fondled it gently, almost without thinking about her actions, and it responded, swelled and stiffened, engorged itself with blood like an animal with a mind of its own. June continued to rub it gently.
"It was wrong, I know," said June. "Brother and sister fucking like that. But it was beautiful, too. Nothing that beautiful could really be wrong. Could it."
Mike looked up at his sister, June, sitting beside him on the bed and stroking his cock. "No. It couldn't be wrong." He reached out his arms and June collapsed into them.
This time they fucked slowly, gently, matching each other's wants and moods without conscious effort. June came only once, not with the violence to which she was accustomed, but in a long, drawn out sweetness of pure pleasure. Mike came at the same instant and as he did, he kissed her on the lips.
For hours, afterward, brother and sister lay there in each Other's arms. Saying nothing. Not moving. Their breaths mingling gently.
CHAPTER NINE
They found a small apartment the next day and moved in their few belongings. Myra was not pleased to lose her new roommate the same day she had arrived, but June explained that Mike was a friend she had not seen for ages, just reencountered, and that they had to be alone together to "work things out."
Reluctantly, Myra accepted the explanation. "If you ever change your mind, you know where I live. I like your style and I think that we could be good roommates together. But if you want to tie yourself to one man for a while, well, that's your business. He must be pretty good in the sack."
June and Mike spent most of the next several seeks in bed, devouring each other with a ferocity that mounted with each encounter. They gave no thought to the taboos against incest that they were flouting. All they cared about was using and entering each other's bodies. June grew to know her brother more intimately than any man who had preceded him in her bed. Mike explored her like a spaceman investigating a new planetary body. Every opening, every crevice, demanded his devoted attention. And their interest in each other did not wane but gained in intensity day by day. Even their toes and fingers became erotic organs. Mike could suck her toes until she actually creamed from that minor pleasure. His tongue in her ear would send her into endless orgasms.
June, too, learned to manipulate her brother in ways that appeared inconsequential, but carried ecstasy with them. Her kisses on his nipples, for example, could send the cum jetting from his iron hard cock. Sometimes she would stroke his organ, watching it closely, to admire the force with which his love juice shot from the opening in its tip.
Most of the time they fucked. Sometimes it would be June who took the active role, mounting her brother while he lay in the bed on his back. She would settle on him slowly, inching his cock deep into her cunt, and then she would sit there, externally motionless. Inside her cunt, however, the muscles would be working furiously, massaging his cock, squeezing and relaxing. They would stay like that for hours until the tensions inside burst the dams of restrain and they came together in explosions of body juices.
Sometimes June would lie naked on the bed, legs spread and knees raised, while Mike lay between her thighs and gently licked away at her. He would do this for hours on end while waves of climaxes rolled through her, one after the other. The mattress was soaked with her pussy juice.
Occasionally, when they grew faint from hunger, they would climb into whatever clothes were handiest and venture out into the street, hand in hand. Whatever restaurant or fast food place they reached first would be their dining room, and they barely glanced at the menus.
They began losing weight, and soon both were noticeably thinner. Still the intensity of their lust for each other did not diminish. Indeed, it seemed still to increase. They spent more and more time making love, fucking, sucking, and each time the intensity of their lovemaking reached a higher pitch. They were devouring each other.
It was Mike who broke first. June awakened one morning and looked at her sleeping brother. His face was thin, drawn with fatigue. There was a grayish cast to his skin. She placed a hand on his forehead and it was hot to the touch. A thermometer revealed that he had a fever of 103 degrees and it was obvious that he needed medical attention. Against his protests, June took him to the nearest hospital.
After what seemed like hours in the waiting room the doctor walked down the corridor and paused before June. "Mike says that you're his sister. Is that correct?" The expression on his face was stern.
"Yes, I am," responded June. "How is my brother?"
"Your brother will recover nicely," the doctor answered, "but he needs plenty of rest."
"I'll take him out to the country," June said.
"He needs rest away from you," said the doctor. "He's been delirious, and said things I believe he never intended to say. You two have been intimate, haven't you?"
June hesitated, then decided that only the truth would do. "Yes, doctor," she said in a halting voice. "My brother and I have been living together as lovers. But what of it? We're harming no one. Why should we give each other up just because of the accident that we are brother and sister?"
"Unless you want to seriously endanger his life you'll have to separate," the doctor said. "He needs a long rest badly, and he needs it away from you."
"How soon can he leave the hospital?" she asked. I'll get him a ticket on the next plane home."
"Wait a day or two," was the answer. I'd like to see him thoroughly rested before I turn him lose." Now his eyes twinkled a bit. "I wasn't condemning you, child," he said. "I have a sister, too, and we were once very close."
Three days later June, standing at the airport, watched Mike's plane dwindle into the distance. Then she turned, slowly, and trudged back to the airport bus, shoulders bowed. Would she ever see her beloved brother again? They had parted planning to eventually rejoin each other, but June had a hollow feeling that the days they had spent so lovingly together might never be renewed.
June's mood of black despair lasted until her money ran out. With the funds Mike had left her she was able to pay a month's rent in advance, but that left her with no eating money, so June took the only kind of job that pays off in food as well as in cash ... at least in New York City. She went to work as a waitress in one of the Village restaurants, and the job brought her back to life. Once more there were people around her to talk to and laugh with. Once more there was joy in just being alive. She still thought of her brother with regret for the loss of what they had experienced, but she no longer despaired of ever seeing him again. And one day she stumbled across a piece of news that sent her spirits soaring. It was a newspaper headline.
FAMILY OF MONSTERS ARRESTED! The story that followed told of a young man, searching for his missing girlfriend, who found her still alive in the clutches of a family of fiends. The police, in digging up the back yard of the family's home, had thus far found fourteen bodies buried and expected to find others. All members of the family were being held without bail. The article was accompanied by photographs.
Her husband, Jack, and his entire family were locked behind bars. She was safe. No longer would she have to flee through the night in terror, her life in danger. She could go home. She could seek out Rice and attempt to find a life with him. Or she and her brother could be together again, somewhere far from the town of their birth. They could find a place where they could live as man and wife, or at least as lovers. June and her brother could lead normal lives again.
A phone call to her brother assured June that he was well on the way toward recovery. He suggested, however, that they continue their separation for the time being and
"think about what we really want to do."
June was saddened by the conversation. Was her brother having second thoughts about their relationship? Would she lose the one true love of her life so soon after finding him? June was torn between conflicting desires. A part of her wanted to take the next plane to her brother and beg him to live with her regardless of the consequences. Another part of her wanted to fling itself into a wild life of parties, sex and all the men she could get, to stand in the center of Times Square and shout aloud, "Come fuck me! Anyone! Man or woman! Anyone who wants me can fuck me!"
June finally decided on a third course of action. She would continue as Jennie, work hard at her job and lead a quiet life alone. She would save her money carefully, because the day would come when Mike could keep himself away from her no longer. Then her money would be needed to establish for the two of them a quiet life together, in some small town where they were unknown and they could begin new lives. Until then she would be meek little Jennie, living alone and avoiding men. June set her plans without taking into account the demands of her own healthy body.
Weeks and then months went by. June worked hard and the funds in her account grew daily. Her wages were low but her tips, as a waitress, often were huge. She avoided men until she almost felt like a virgin again. She could barely remember what it was like to feel the hard length of a cock driving deep into her cunt. But the building pressures within her would eventually demand release and June knew it. She knew that she had to cut loose soon. Only the how and the where remained to be settled.
June's lusts made their own arrangements. She worked evening, Wednesday through Sunday, ordinary hours for a waitress in New York City. The early part of the week and her daytime hours were for rest and relaxation. Early one Monday morning her attention was drawn, as it had been on Mondays for several weeks, to the two brawny young men who made the weekly trash collection rounds in her neighborhood. They were coarsely handsome beneath the grime of their job, strengthened by their work. They moved with a crude grace as they heaved the heavy sacks of garbage into the truck. June stood at her ground floor window watching them at work.
June did not consciously forget to belt her robe before standing in the window. No, something in her subconscious took care of that detail for her, left her delightfully exposed to the eyes of anyone glancing her way. The robe was sheer pink nylon. Now it fell open at the front, revealing her tits and her snatch with its crown of strawberry blonde curls. The sweet swell of her belly was an invitation to any man needing a pillow for his head. One of the garbage collectors, Don, noticed the figure in the window and turned to the other.
"Take a look in the ground floor window, just left of the stoop," he said to his friend Ben. "The broad who lives there's got her tits and snatch hanging out all the way."
"Some titties," said Ben, after looking the situation over carefully. "Yeah, I could use some of that. Wonder if she's putting on a show for our benefit."
"Let's find out," said Don. He turned toward the window where June stood and waved his arms to attract her attention. When he caught her eye he went through the motions of disrobing, then pointed to her. June stared at him, uncomprehending. What did he want of her? At last the message sank in and she glanced down, saw her own nakedness. Quickly she turned from the window and belted her robe.
What did they think of me? she thought. She was certain that the two men would believe that she had exposed herself deliberately to their eyes. She was also familiar enough with the way that her subconscious worked to realize the possibility that something within her had needed to be seen and valued. She wondered what they had thought, and considered the possibility of playing a game with them every Monday morning, taunting them with glimpses of her body.
The thoughts of Don and Ben were simple, uncomplicated. They had seen a naked and desirable woman in a window and they wanted her. They assumed that her exposure had been accidental. On the other hand, they were wise enough in the ways of the world and women to know that women who exposed themselves accidentally could often be had without too much difficulty. They decided to take an indirect approach.
Their garbage collector uniforms, issued by the city, looked reasonably official when clean and well pressed. Their local toy store yielded large and shiny badges reading "Space Commandos." Thus equipped, they presented themselves at June's door the following morning.
June opened her door to two uniformed male figures who flashed badges at her. like most civilians, she did not bother to ask for further identification, but invited them in and asked what they wanted. Her gown was belted this morning, but with the window behind her everything that she possessed could be seen through the sheer nylon.
For a moment the men stared at her in open admiration, as the swell of her hips and the outline of her firm tits. Then they got down to business. "Building inspectors, lady," said Ben. "We're here to check your pipes."
"Yeah," said Don. "We're supposed to look into your plumbing and check out your wiring."
June stepped helplessly aside and motioned them to do whatever they had to do. The men made a pretense of examining her bathroom and kitchen, but their closest examination was given to her bedroom, and the vast, king-size water bed that filled it. As they moved through her apartment they made notes on pads, scribbled figures.
June was beginning to worry. Were they going to condemn the building where she lived? Then she would be forced to find another apartment, and she was happy in this one.. "Are there problems, officer?" she asked.
Ben shook his head sadly. "Wiring's bad, plumbing's bad, even the walls and floor are bad. I ain't seen nothing as bad as this in weeks. Gonna have to report it."
"But if you condemn the building I'll have to move," wailed June. "Please don't do that."
"You tryin' to bribe us, lady?" Don asked, leering at her.
"No, of course not," said June. "I wouldn't do that. But maybe there's some way to persuade you."
Ben seized on the opening. "We can be persuaded," he said, and poked with one finger at the neckline of her robe. "All you have to do is make the right offer."
Everything suddenly fell into place for June. These men were suggesting that she allow them to use her body in return for letting her live there in peace. The thought offended her, but just as she was about to order them from her apartment and threaten to report them if they did not leave, she felt a fluttering weakness in her crotch and realized that her cunt was moistening. Wherever her mind wanted, her body was making other demands. It had been many weeks since she had last been relieved by Mike's probing cock and tongue. Her nipples rose and hardened against the thin fabric of her robe.
"You wouldn't take advantage of a weak woman, all alone in her apartment?" she asked.
"You'll love it," said Ben. "Won't hurt a bit."
Realizing that she was going to give in, the men closed in on her.
"Give us a kiss, lady," said Don. He didn't wait for an answer, but instead took her in his arms and brought his lips to hers.
June stood there unresisting. She told herself that if she just allowed them to do as they wished without assisting them, it would not really be a betrayal of Mike. It would be like being raped, only without the violence. She stood there with her hands at her sides while they unbelted her robe and slipped it off her. Then they undressed themselves frantically, racing each other to see which one would get her first.
Don was still stumbling over his pants when Ben reached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. One hand fumbled at her tits while the other probed for her clit, missed it and then returned to its target. Her cunt was wet and warm to receive his finger. Ben bent over her and sucked at the other tit. Against her will, June's hand went out and grabbed at his cock. The familiar feel of hardened maleness filled her hand and she rubbed it slowly. Meanwhile, Don's cock pressed at the crack of her ass. Reaching behind her and taking Don's member in her other hand, she led the two men to her bedroom like a pair of dogs on short leashes.
Once there, she lay back on the water bed and allowed the men to do as they pleased. Side by side they worked on her, stroking and probing, bringing her to the highest pitch of lust. Her legs were spread and a hand poked into her cunt, probing deep. She guided it back to her clit, where her center of sensitivity lay. The other man, her eyes were closed and she didn't really know which was which, sucked and nibbled on her tits, taking each in turn.
Now the one working on her cunt withdrew his hand and crouched between her legs. June felt the walls of her cunt spread as his cock plunged home. In a moment he was pumping it into her, hard and fast, the tip of his cock banging against her womb at the bottom of each lung. The mouth had left her tits and a cock was stroking against her lips, forcing them open. She opened her lips and received it, sucked it deep, bobbed her head up and down as her lips tightened around his shaft. Her hand felt for his balls and cradled them. She felt the first hot jet bursting against the insides of her cunt and groaned with pleasure. She hadn't come, yet, but she knew that she would if they continued. They were young and powerful men and would not be satisfied with one orgasm each. There would be plenty of time for her to reach climax.
Then her mouth was filled with cum as the other man exploded his load. The musky, salty taste thrilled her. This is what I was made for, she thought. This is where it's at. She swallowed the cum and kept sucking, knowing that the cock in her mouth was powerful and enduring.
June felt her knees being raised higher and knew that the man fucking her was placing them over his shoulders. Now he was really plunging deep into her and June was having her first climax. The sensations climbed from the pit of her cunt and rolled over her entire body. Even her ears tingled as waves of sensation battered them. The cock in her mouth erupted again, jetting hard against her throat. It lingered a moment and then withdrew.
A voice whispered in her ear. "You got a phone, lady?"
"In the kitchen," she answered, wondering why he had to make a phone call at such a moment.
The cock in her cunt was pistoning into her at an ever faster rate and June knew that he was going to come again. She gave herself up to the waves of ecstasy.
For the next half hour the men worked on her in turn at a slowly diminishing rate. They'll be finished, soon, she thought, and I could go on forever. She considered asking them to return in the evening and was about to do so when there was a knock on her door and one of the men left to open it. Moments later a file of men entered her bedroom, stripping as they came.
There were at least a dozen of them. Don had called a few friends from the garbage collecting detail. Encounters like this came often, and the men believed in sharing with their friends whenever possible.
The men were of all types and ages, light and dark, tall and short, young and very old. One wizened elder, with a gleaming bald head, fondled his dick and pointed it at her.
"Let an old man get his turn first," he said, "while I can still get it up. This is the first hard-on I've had in weeks and I want to use it before it goes away."
The others laughed and parted for him, watched in admiration as he plunged it between her legs and began his thrusting movements. His eyes were closed in ecstasy and he spoke to his friends as he fucked.
"This is a great cunt," he said, "a great one. Tight and strong. I can feel it sucking at me. You don't find many cunts like this one."
Then June was enveloped in a mass of men, each struggling for some point of advantage. Several cocks were thrust at her face and she opened her mouth to receive the closest. Someone was crouched above her chest, holding her tits against each other and sliding his cock between them. He was finished soon and the jet splashed against her chin. June's long and agile tongue licked it away.
The old man was finished fucking her and pulled his dwindling cock out of her hole. She hadn't even felt him come. In a moment another had taken its place and she could tell by the iron-hard feel of the cock and the ferocity with which it plunged that a young and powerful man was doing the fucking. He'll probably last, she thought, and wrapped her long legs around his waist, locking her ankles. Her hips thrust upward to meet each downward beat.
Then he, too, was gone and others were struggling for her. The cock in her mouth was also gone. Rough hands were rolling her on her belly. June knew what was coming and raised her ass to receive it. Her ass-hole was wet from cum that had trickled down and needed no lubrication. Hands were on her hips, steadying her for the first thrust. It came, and buried itself in her bowels. This ass fucker was an expert, that she knew at once. He took his time, thrusting slowly and to full depth. June almost passed out because of the intensity of sensation.
Another body forced its way under her face and soon June was sucking away on another cock. It tasted musty, so she knew that it had been in her cunt not long before. Hers or another's, it did not matter. What mattered was that it was present and available, hard enough to do its work and driven with determination. Soon it jetted its load and was replaced by another. The round of cocks in every opening went on seemingly forever.
At last, well toward evening, the pace began to slow. June had worn down fifteen men, but at last she was satisfied. "Lock the door behind you," she whispered, as the last of them filed out of the room. "Next Monday," she called after them. "I work the rest of the week and I need my rest."
During the following month, June had more fucking than she had known in her entire life before that time. Word was swiftly spread in the garbage collection department that a truly great fuck was available to all men who could get it up, so long as they restricted themselves to Monday or Tuesday. Don and Ben, for having made the initial arrangements, were permitted to sleep over in her apartment the rest of the week and fuck her whenever they wanted to and she was available.
June had many interesting experiences that month. Every innovation imaginable was presented to her and she declined nothing. She experienced the savage pleasure of being fucked simultaneously in the cunt and the ass while blowing a third man. She took thirty-two consecutive cocks for blow jobs before they began coming back for seconds. Her lips were sore for days afterward.
And women began showing up in her apartment. Brought by their men to observe or participate, they relieved her of the load when too many men were present for even June to handle. She got her tongue thoroughly exercised on cunts during that week and learned to like the taste of a cunt steaming with tire cum of a dozen different men. Once again it was demonstrated to her that for a really good cunt lapping there was nothing like another woman's tongue. Men just didn't seem to do it right. They were too rough and too fast, as though they wanted to get it over with and get back to having their own needs attended to. Women were less selfish in their demands, she learned and far more willing to devote the time and attention that her cunt demanded.
The situation could have gone on forever so far as June was concerned, but the neighbors were beginning to complain. They believed that a whore house was in operation in June's apartment and notified the police. June returned from the job one night to find two burly men in blue camping outside her apartment. They had Don and Ben in custody and were all set to write up an arrest. June invited them in and explained the situation as best she could.
"I don't take a cent from them, officers," she said. "They're friends of mine, and so far as I know there's no law against a lady having more than one male friend. I don't even allow them to bring me presents. Except food, maybe. Sometimes they bring a little food with them, in case I get hungry during the day."
The police laughed, and took June and the men in for questioning. She volunteered for a polygraph test and soon the chagrined police were convinced that she was telling them the truth. June was not a whore. She did not fuck for money or any other sort of gain, but just for the pleasure of it. As she had pointed out, there was nothing on the books making fucking for fun illegal, no matter how many lovers a woman had. There was no choice but to let her go.
Unfortunately, there was a kickback from June's arrest. The very next Monday, when June opened her front door to admit the first callers, there were strange faces among them. Five men, large and powerful looking, thrust themselves to the head of the line and announced themselves.
"The captain said we were to tell you that cops come first from now on. We'll let you go on living like this so long as you agree to take on the precinct," the leading police officer told her.
June was willing. After all, the police were men, too, and they were generally young and powerful men. It took a week for her to learn the drawbacks of having the police department for a lover. For one thing, they refused to restrict themselves to the hours she had allotted. Whenever she was off work, at any time of the day or night, there were men waiting to use her body. And they brought other men, not police officers, with them. June discovered that her hospitality was being abused. The police were using her to pay off their debts.
The first knowledge June had of this was when a small, rat-like man strolled into her apartment accompanied by one of the officers she had come to know well. This time, instead of stripping and having June suck his cock before they fucked, the officer remained dressed and watched while the rat-like man took her. He finished quickly and then thanked the cop instead of June.
"What's going on here?" June asked the officer. "Why should he thank you for what I did with him?"
"I owed him," said the officer. "He tipped me off to a big drug sale and I paid him off by turning him on to you. What's the matter? Wasn't he any good?"
June was outraged. "That's turning me into a whore," she shouted. "I'm not responsible for the debts you owe. Now please leave my apartment and don't come back."
The officer left, but he soon returned with his friends and there was nothing June could do to resist them. She enjoyed the fucking and sucking as much as ever, at least the physical part of it, but she felt dirtied by the way they looked at her and the snickering things they said. The trash collectors had always treated her with some respect. They had watched their language in her presence. They had seen to it that she received as much pleasure from their encounters as they. The officers were not so considerate and the criminals they brought gave no thought to her pleasure at all. June learned something through them about the criminal mind and how it works, learned that to the hardened criminal all other humans exist merely as victims to be used.
June stood it as long as she could. She sucked at whatever cock was placed before her and swallowed the juices. She spread her legs and accepted the meat weapons that entered her and tried to enjoy them. But her new lovers brought hard liquor and beer instead of food, neither of which June had ever enjoyed. She liked a good wine. The beer tasted sour and she gagged on the straight whisky the men drank.
And the women were gone from her life, the women she had learned to enjoy so much. Neither the police nor the criminals would dream of inviting a woman to their revels. A major source of June's pleasure was thus removed.
Early one morning, just as the first gleam of dawn flickered over the horizon, June left the apartment. Her suitcase held everything of value she owned. The cab she had phoned for whisked her to the airport. Within the hour, June was aloft in a 747, on her way to Chicago.
CHAPTER TEN
June wandered the streets of Chicago for days, soaking in the sights of the city, dining in the best restaurants she could afford. Only when the streets were too dark for safety would she return to her hotel and snuggle down, alone, in the safety of her bed. She had resolved that she would be careful in her encounters this time. Never again would she allow herself to be used by large numbers of men. She would find new friends, people she could trust, people who would care for her and not use her only for the pleasures her body could provide.
Jobs eluded her. Wherever she went, they had hired someone the day before, or they were looking for someone with slightly different qualifications. Her funds shrank again, and soon she would not be able to pay her hotel bill. Then she remembered. There was one person in the city who might welcome her, one woman who might receive her in friendship. In a phone book she looked up Sally's address and placed the call. The phone rang a dozen times and she was about to hang up when the familiar voice answered.
Five minutes later June was in a taxi taking her to an unfamiliar part of the city. Sally was waiting at the curb to pay the driver, hugging her and laughing, covering her with kisses. "Where have you been, June," she asked. "We've been searching for you for months. Rice has been frantic with worry and we were afraid that you were dead."
"Rice?" June asked. "Why should Rice care about me now."
"He feels responsible for what happened to you," Sally answered. "If he hadn't cooperated with Randy your husband would never have been able to track you down. He's in jail, you know."
"Rice is in jail?" June asked in horror.
"No," said Sally, laughing. "It's Jack who's in jail. They sentenced him and his entire family to life without possibility of parole. You'll never have to worry about him again. You can get a divorce. You and Rice will be free to marry now."
"Where is he?" June asked. "When can I see him?"
"He's on the coast shooting his new picture," Sally told her. "He'll be back in a week. Meanwhile, why don't you move in with me. We won't tell him a thing. You can be a surprise present for him when he returns."
By evening June was settled into Sally's apartment. There was plenty of closet space and June would share Sally's huge bedroom. June thrilled at the thought, because that meant she would also be sharing Sally's body. She remembered with gathering emotion the older woman's tender caresses. It had been a long time since she had been touched by anyone who cared for her. Not since Mike had left. Would she ever hold him in her arms again...?
Life with Sally was just what she had hoped it would be. Each morning the women breakfasted in bed, the food splendidly prepared by Sally's maid. June suspected that the slender, dark girl who worked for Sally was also her occasional lover, judging by the glances that came her way. But June didn't care about that. It was her turn to be coddled and pampered, made love to tenderly. And Sally's lovemaking was indeed tender.
June delighted in the slow, patient way that Sally licked her cunt every evening, traveling from place to place within its damp boundaries and seeing to it that no sensitive place went uncared for. She nibbled at June's clit, then licked it softly until June swooned from pleasure. She brought out an electric dildo with which the two women amused each other for hours.
"Who needs a man when this high voltage cock is available," Sally said when she presented it to June. "Here, let me show you how it works."
The sensation was unique. Inserted deep in June's cunt, it filled her as no human cock ever could. It was warm, electrically heated, and it vibrated gently while inside her. A little rubber nub pressed against her clit while it was in position, containing its own vibrating unit, and the results of its insertion were explosive. June had never experienced such intense climaxes before. And the machine was tireless.
Delirious pleasures were produced by the electric cock, but June soon grew dissatisfied with it. It was so impersonal. There was no warm, throbbing body attached to give it dimension. Only when Sally personally administered it to her, rubbing her body and sucking her tits at the same time, could June really enjoy its use. Sally, she noticed, was almost addicted to the machine and would use it for hours, whether June held it or not. For Sally, at least, it had largely taken the place of human lovers. It was obvious to June that sooner or later she would have to leave. After the novelty wore off Sally was merely tolerating her presence.
By that time, however, Rice was due back in town and a party was planned to celebrate his return and present him with June. Sally, who had a key to Rice's apartment, made the plans.
Half a dozen people were there for Rice's return and they greeted him at the door. He looked worn, tired, but his face brightened and he allowed himself to be drawn into the spirit of the occasion. June was not among those present. At last Sally shouted for quiet. She had an announcement to make.
"We have a special present for you Rice," she said, "and it's waiting for you in the bedroom. The rest of "us are leaving now and as soon as we're gone you can go in there and get it." Then, turning to the others, she said, "Let's get out of here and leave Rice to his present."
Alone at last in his apartment, Rice turned toward his bedroom door. Opened it and reached in to turn on the light. Nothing happened. The bulb had probably burned out. Turning toward the bed, Rice could dimly see a bulk under the blanket, a bulk of human size. Familiar with the practical jokes his friends often played, Rice gingerly stripped back the covers. In the gloom he could make out the outlines of a naked female figure. He spoke aloud in the darkness.
"You can get dressed and go now, whoever you are. Tell my friends that I really appreciate their kindness, but I'm not in the mood for love. I haven't been for many months. I lost someone very dear to me, and I don't know if I can ever make love to another woman again."
Suddenly a familiar voice was ringing in his ears. "It's me, Rice, it's June."
Familiar arms were around him. Those longed for lips were pressing against his, tongue probing deep between them. There was no time for questions, for reasons or excuses. Rice tore his clothing off and slipped beneath the covers. His cock was instantly hard with a hard-on stiffened by many months of deprivation.
June's legs opened to receive him, but so desperate was Rice that he came the moment his cock touched the lips of her cunt. "Don't worry, darling," June whispered in the darkness. "Let me take care of that."
In a moment her warm mouth was sucking gently on his cock, hands tenderly cupping his balls. She murmured softly while she sucked. Not words, but a tender crooning that vibrated up the length of his cock shaft and stimulated it to new life. She pushed him back on the bed. "Let me take care of you," she whispered in the darkness. "Let me bring you pleasure. That's what I'm here for."
Rice lay back and gave himself over to her tenderness. When his cock was ready she mounted him, sliding slowly down the length of his weapon to extend the pleasure. Then she began slowly rocking back and forth. Old familiar sensations, long forgotten, welled up in Rice. His hands came up and cupped the weight of her breasts, and he became aware that they had grown a bit while they had been parted. They were heavier now and even firmer. Nipples thrust against the palms of his hands like tiny cocks, hard as his own. He squeezed them gently and a moan of pleasure escaped June's lips. Rice's hips began to work, almost of their own volition, against June's slow and powerful thrusts. Soon they were fucking in perfect unison, each timed to the other, their bodies responding in patterns determined many months ago, before they had parted.
Rice groaned as he felt the cum welling up inside him pressuring to be released. He wanted to delay his climax for June's sake, but he had been too long deprived. Again and again he spurted into her while she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Don't worry about me," she whispered. "This one's for you. I'll have mine later. There's plenty of time."
Much later, after he had rested, Rice turned his attention to satisfying June. He licked her clit long and hard until she writhed in his grip and begged him to stop. Still he continued, knowing that he could carry her beyond the momentary pain and into new heights of pleasure. Then, when it became obvious that she could tolerate no more, he entered her cunt with his cock and began fucking with savage thrusts. June was coming time after time, her cunt juice foaming around his rod of flesh. Her thighs gripped him tighter, then released and swung up and over his shoulders were touching die bed and drove deeper into her, willing himself not to come. He had to make up to her all the suffering she had gone through because of his mistrust.
June was gasping, animal sounds issuing from her throat, unintelligible. Finally he could hear the words. "In the ass," she was murmuring. "Please, fuck me in the ass. I want to feel your cock in my ass."
Rice removed his cock from her cunt and hoisted June higher on his shoulders. He spread the cheeks of her ass apart and felt for the puckered hole. Found it. It was wet with cum and cunt juice that had trickled down. With one long lunge he drove his cock home. June was coming again and again, faster now than she ever had before. Her ass gripped him tighter than any cunt or mouth ever could. Finally, he could stand it no longer. Thick, hot cum jetted from his cock, filling her. Her ass opened and closed like a gasping mouth as spasms shook her. Finally, they were finished.
Later, in the shower, they washed each other thoroughly and gently, soaping and rinsing until all the sweat and cum and cunt juice were washed away. Then he took her tenderly, standing up under the cool, running water. Afterward, they returned to the bed and slept.
June readapted herself swiftly to the old lifestyle she had known when working for Rice. This time, though, there was no pressure on her, no fear that Jack, her husband, was on her trail. She could move about the city openly, use her own name again, allow herself to be photographed with Rice at interviews and conferences with the press. And Rice was newsworthy. His motion picture was to be released soon and there was all sorts of speculation in the media about the reception it would receive. Two unknowns were starring in it ... he had been SO unable to find a top name performer willing to accept the demands of the script ... and the film's success could make their fortunes.
Occasionally, when Rice was too busy to need her, she would slip away to an interlude with Sally, who always welcomed her warmly to bed. At June's request the electronic cock was never brought out when she was there and the two women devoted their time to developing the artistry of June's tongue. Sally would lick June's cunt for hours, describing exactly what she was doing any why like a teacher in a classroom. Then, reversing positions, June would test her techniques on Sally. She learned exactly how hard to lick a clit for maximum pleasure, when the sharp nip of teeth on delicate tissues could produce the maximum effect. And she learned to stiffen her tongue so that, like a cock, it could enter the warm tunnel of a cunt. She would leave these sessions gorged with sex, as satisfied as a woman can be without having had the full, hard bulk of a living cock pressed deep inside her. Then she would return to Rice, and to the pleasures he could bring her. More than anything else that she and Rice did together she lusted for the feel of his cock driving deep into her ass. There were no special pleasure sensors there, she knew, not like those in her cunt. But for some reason beyond understanding she had always adored the feel of a stiff cock plunging into her bowels. There was nothing else like it; no type of fucking could replace it in her affections.
Rice was toying with the idea for a new book; June's return had filled him with confidence and he was continually throwing off plot concepts for the opinions of those he trusted. It was obvious that he would be back at work soon, back at the murderous task of grinding out a book. As the time approached for work to begin he became more self centered, and his lovemaking with June became more frenzied.
Now and then he would phone Sally and Randy and the four would travel up into the mountains to Rice's cabin, which had been repaired since the violence that had taken place there. The bullet holes had been patched and damaged furnishings replaced. There the foursome would loll on the beach, making love slowly under the warm sun. Randy had grown quite accustomed to the taste of Sally's cunt and now showed no hesitation about licking it. Indeed, now that his reserve was gone, he delighted in this over all other sex acts. June and Rice would sit side by side on the beach, sipping wine, while Randy worked Sally over. She would lie on her back, a pillow beneath her head and her legs spraddled. Her knees would be raised and her cunt fully exposed. Randy would lie there on his belly, arms wrapped around Sally's thighs and his mouth deep in the bushy hair that surrounded her cunt. Slowly he would lick her until she could bear the mounting tensions no longer. The sweat would bead on her face and body as the tensions mounted. Her nipples would stiffen. Her head would start rolling from side to side as Randy worked on her. Her hand would reach down and grip Randy by the hair on his head, pushing him hard against her cunt. And then the moaning would begin. With no strangers to hear, Sally would sob, shout obscenities, beg him to lick harder. At last, unable to stand the licking any longer, she would pull Randy's face from her cunt and command him to fuck her. "Fuck me hard and deep." she would cry. "Fuck me hard. Kill me with your cock."
Occasionally, when they had each drunk more wine than was usual, the four of them would roll on the beach in one great tangle of fucking, sucking humanity. No one cared who or what was being done, or to whom. June might find herself sucking Randy's cock while Sally licked away at her cunt. Rice might be plugged into Sally, fucking away like a machine. And sometimes the two men might lie back and watch while Sally and June, in the 69 position, lapped away at each other's cunts. Always, though, they would finish with Rice deep in June's ass, fucking her the way she liked best.
June still thought of her brother, Mike, from time to time and wondered if they would ever be lovers again. His health had finally returned under the ministrations of their parents, who had wept with joy at his return. June corresponded with them regularly now and phoned occasionally. They kept pleading with her to return, even if only for a visit, and June kept promising that she would.
What kept her away, at least in part, was fear of how she might react to the presence of her brother. She knew that sooner or later they would go to bed together, and that her parents could never understand. To them incest was a taboo that could not be broken. She and Mike had broken it and would do so again if opportunity permitted, openly, and June wished to spare her parents of the pain such behavior would bring to them.
The lust she felt for her brother was unabated. When they spoke on the phone she could sense the desire in him, even though neither of them discussed it. They both knew that once the subject was out in the open they would have to join each other regardless of who was hurt by their actions. So she murmured polite sisterly affections to Mike and he murmured platitudes in return. Then she would hurry off to Rice's bed, or to Sally's, and work off the pressures.
June had come to terms with her desires. She knew now that she could never again be faithful to one man; not even her brother, unless she was living with him. Her desires were too strong to be denied, her lusts too powerful. Meanwhile, Rice was a stabilizing influence on her life. As a lover he was capable of satisfying her and as a friend and a man he supplied emotional content to her life. Sally was a dear friend who supplied at least a part of what Rice denied her; more loving than he. Between the two of them she had enough affection and attention to ward off the black moods that occasionally descended on her.
At night, the nightmares came to her too often. She would be back in that rude cabin in the woods, a prisoner of the terrible father and his deaf mute son. She often wondered if they had escaped the cabin or died in the fire that had swept it. June never mentioned this adventure to Sally or Rice, though she had discussed it openly with Mike. There was nothing she could not discuss with Mike.
June spent hours reading old newspapers in the public library, hoping to find some reference to the fire in the cabin. Since there was none, she eventually assumed that either the father or the son had recovered consciousness and put out the fire. That would mean that they were still alive, somewhere, and she might encounter one or both of them some day. June shuddered at the thought, then consoled herself with the thought that they would have as little desire to renew their acquaintance as she.
One night Rice came home-she was living with him and back on his payroll as secretary, even though there was little work for her until Rice began writing again-and announced that they had been invited to a party. He smirked as he said it and she was immediately suspicious.
"Do you mean a party or an orgy?" she asked, knowing beforehand what the answer would be.
Rice took the bold route. "An orgy, of course," he said. "We've got to get a little variety into our lives. Besides, where's your taste for adventure? Haven't you ever dreamed of being fucked by a whole lineup of men, one after the other?"
June was tempted to tell Rice that she had done a good deal more than dream about such activities, but wasn't sure how he would take it. What little she had told him of her adventures after fleeing her brother and his family, up at the mountain cabin, had been restricted to places and jobs. She had said nothing about the men she had fucked and sucked, or about the way she had been brutalized. Rice might have accepted the story of Joe, who after all had befriended her, but he might not even have believed her tale of the madman and his silent son, lost in the deep woods. He certainly would not have accepted the story of her experiences in New York's Greenwich Village, where she had taken on uncounted numbers of trash collectors and police officers and members of the underworld. Not because she had been forced to, but willingly, eagerly, because her cunt burned for more satisfaction than one or even a dozen men could supply. Least of all would she tell him about her affair with her brother. Even Rice, liberal though he was in sexual matters, might not be able to understand that a brother and sister could come together sexually and purely. To him there would always be something tainted about such a relationship, though he might force himself to understand. On an intellectual level he might be able to cope with it. Emotionally, he would have to reject it ... and June with it.
So June kept her silence and dressed for the orgy. "What do I wear to an orgy?" she shouted from the shower while Rice dressed in the bedroom.
"No underwear." he shouted back. "And don't wear a bra."
He entered the bathroom and surveyed her body as she stepped from the shower, examined it critically. "You've got good tits. They don't sag a bit, so there's no need for a bra. And wear a sheer blouse and a skirt, not slacks. There will be a lot of sitting around and talking, dressed, before the action begins. You'll want to turn them on as much as you can, and that's where the sheer blouse and the no panties come in. With your knockers you'll have every man in the place after you and, since you have a taste for women ... don't deny it, I know all about you and Sally ... you may be able to catch a few by showing your snatch."
"Why should showing my snatch, as you put it, attract women?" asked June.
"Simple," replied Rice. "Every good novelist knows that most men are tit oriented, because of their mothers, whereas women are snatch oriented because their fathers have cocks but no tits. That's a fact of life. Ask any psychologist."
The party was a rowdy affair in a huge private home on the outskirts of the city. Music blared from the open doorway where a footman, impeccably dressed, greeted each arrival and checked off the names on his guest list. Party crashers were definitely not welcome at such affairs. June noticed that Rice emptied his pockets of everything except his car keys before they entered the home. "We generally leave all our clothing in one room" he explained, "and some of the guests have been known to be light fingered."
"You've been here before, then," she said. "Strange that you never mentioned it before."
"Not since before I met you," Rice countered. "One thing I can swear to. I haven't played around behind your back."
Mollified, June followed him into the mansion. It was already filled with early arrivals and, to June's unpracticed eye, it seemed that a conventional cocktail party was going on. The atmosphere was already heavy with cigarette smoke. People stood around in small groups, holding quiet and private discussions. June heard words dropped about the stock market, about politics, about the latest developments in space research.
There were familiar faces in the throng. She recognized a prominent senator and a film actress whose name was a household word. The Master of Ceremonies on a well known kiddie television show was present, along with his beautiful wife. This woman looked June over appraisingly, then winked with a knowing expression. June blushed, then felt her cunt begin to dampen. She was astonished that the woman could recognize her as one of "that kind" so easily.
June fell into a conversation with a dapper little man wearing a pin stripe suit and a turban, who introduced himself as principal ambassador to the United States from a Middle Eastern nation. He told her that he attended these parties regularly and had become accustomed to the quaint American ways of entertaining guests. Before they parted to seek other conversations he expressed the strong hope that he would be seeing her more intimately later that evening. June made no promises, but smiled and shook his hand.
Soon June noticed that more and more people were strolling off down a corridor that led to another part of the house, and assumed that there might be a buffet in that direction. She was about to follow, when the first of these people came strolling back. It was the famous senator, only now his mode of dress had changed slightly. Instead of his custom tailored clothing, made in London, no doubt, he wore nothing but a tremendous hard-on. One of the women, still fully dressed, reached out and squeezed it gently. "So nice to see you again, Senator," she said. The senator undid his cock from her hand and pushed past to the bar, where a uniformed bartender prepared a cocktail for him.
More and more nude men and women filled the room, mingling freely with those fully dressed. The Middle Eastern gentleman reappeared, now wearing nothing but his turban. "It's too much trouble to fix again," he explained as she stared at it. "Really, my dear," he continued. "You should make yourself more comfortable. How can one admire you properly with all that clothing in the way?"
June thanked him for the compliment and drifted off. His cock, she had noticed, was short and thin, not at all to her liking.
Rice had disappeared and June was on her own. The multitude of cocks and tits swarming around her soon worked their magic. Her cunt was dripping with juices and her eyes were riveted to the passing cocks, comparing them, judging their qualities. One remarkable cock caught her eye through the crowd. It was almost deformed, so large it seemed. More than two inches thick at the tip, it must have measured more than a foot from its root to the eye at its head. Instead of jutting proudly forward id hung, drawn downward by its own immense weight, to dangle between its owner's legs. For the first time she looked at the man belonging to it. Skinny, balding, he hardly looked like the type of man who would adorn such a cock. Yet June knew from an overheard conversation that he was a very important scientist, one of those directly responsible for America's successes in space. June made up her mind on the spot.
"If that's how all scientists are hung," she told the man with the great cock, after struggling through the crowd to his side, "I'll have more respect for them from now on. May I touch it?" she asked, and reached out a hand without waiting for an answer.
The scientist was not shy either. In a moment he was leading her by the hand down a long corridor to a bedroom heaped with discarded clothing, assisting her to remove her own. He paused a moment to probe with one finger to her cunt and expressed surprise at how ready she was. Moments later she was following him into a huge room with mattresses from wall to wall. Other couples were already engaged there, some fucking and others eating each other. On the mattresses, in one corner of the room, three women were working together on a fourth, one eating her and the others sucking her tits. The scientist pulled her down beside him. "Shall we eat each other first or do you want to get right down to fucking?" he asked.
"I don't even know if I can get that cock of yours into my mouth," June responded.
"Some women can't," he admitted, "but let's give it a try. I doubt if you can make me come."
June knelt before him while he lay back and licked at his cock, lubricating it thoroughly. Then she tried to force her mouth around it. The fit was tight, but she managed, and then began moving her head up and down on his shaft. It was impossible for her to take the entire length into her mouth, no woman could have done so, but she swallowed as much as she could. He had dared her to make him come and she was going to do it. With all the talent she could muster June worked at bringing him to orgasm.
She couldn't. No matter what she tried, how hard she sucked, he smiled up at her and shook his head. "It can't happen my dear. Not unless I want it to. Now let's stop this nonsense and fuck."
When he entered her June had the sensation of being filled completely. He pumped into her slowly, timing his strokes, sending ripples of pleasure up her backbone. Suddenly she was coming, climaxing, gouts of cunt juice spurting out from around his cock. This was what she lived for. June lay back and allowed him to work on her, shuddering occasionally as each new orgasm tore through her.
She would be visiting this home again, with or without Rice, that she knew. This was what she was made for; to pleasure a man and be pleasured by him. Everything else that she had experienced before had only served to prepare her for this time and place, this endless supply of sex, this close proximity with power. Yes, she would leave with Rice at the end of the evening, but she would return on her own.
They wouldn't turn her away. They would recognize her for what she was. One of them. One of the star crossed people who lived only for the next cock, the next cunt.
Perhaps, some day, she and Mike would rejoin, but that was for the future. This was living. This was now. She raised her legs and locked them around the scientist, holding him in place. Slowly, her hips began to pump. I'm going to make him come, she thought, no matter what he says about it. She concentrated on that thought. I'm going to make him come.
