A great Pacific roller started curling three hundred yards out to sea, sucked the water up before it as it gained momentum and feathered into white froth all along its fifty yards of length. The wave boiled higher and higher and sped toward the pilings below the Blue Note, finally crashing with a thunderous explosion into the underpinnings and swirling like soapsuds in a monstrous drain.
"My God," Ted Dorsey whispered hoarsely to himself, putting aside his saxophone in awe, "that shook the floorboards loose." He turned to the others sitting at the otherwise deserted bar. "Winter is on its way. It's a good thing we're getting out of here." They looked at him and decided his comment didn't require an answer.
He turned back to the window and saw another big one rushing in a little further south. He followed it all the way to the beach where it collapsed on the sand, exhausted. His eyes moved to the closed summer houses of Newport, and he ticked them off one by one. The pink and gray pile, almost obscured by shrubbery, belonged to leggy Nancy Haylock. He had spent more time before and after hours there than anywhere else. Every week she had a new shipment of female friends down from San Francisco and every party was wilder than the last. He licked his lips thinking about the one two weeks ago when four luscious Mills College freshmen had taken his whole group on in a wild no holds barred orgy.
Next door to Nancy's place was an exposed terrace belonging to the Emery's house. The parties there had been quieter but just as interesting. He moved his gaze up the beach counting off practically every house as he remembered what had gone on there. All things considered, he decided it was a good summer.
Besides all the extracurricular fun, his combo had gelled for the first time since he was pushing at the edge of the really big time ten years ago, when he was twenty-five, a saxophonist compared to the best. Desmond and Mulligan had both laid the compliments on him in the jazz magazines, and it had seemed nothing could stop him. Then he broke up with his frigid but voluptuous wife, and the big rock and roll boom folded most of the engagements for jazz groups, and - hell, he had to admit it, his style had started getting repetitious.
But now he had found his head again, he had suffered one hell of a lot more, and he had brought together a new vigorous quartet. Rock seemed to be on its way out, and there might be room again for the right kind of jazz in the musical world. He had updated his sound enough to bring in some of the fervor that made rock big, and several recording companies had started sniffing around, not committing themselves, but interested.
The summer gig at the Blue Note had paid well, had given him a good time, and the members of his group really worked well together. Only one thing was lacking now, and he would be ready to start the big ride to the top again, and this time he would make it, by God, or blow his brains out trying. He had to have a young girl singer. Not just any singer, either. A singer who had everything it takes -- looks, a voice, a feeling for the sex and suffering of the soul that is the root of all jazz, and an ability to create a whole world of emotion with each song. In other words, he thought, she has to be perfect, to lay the lyrics on the crowd as though she really believed what she was saying, that she was mouthing the words for the first time, and it's true.
Not too much to ask, he thought wryly. To make it worse, the only sure thing would be an absolute unknown with all those attributes. He couldn't risk having it thought that his group sounded good because the singer was a recognized star who had pulled them together.
The door opened at the far end of the bar, and he heard the sound of heels tapping over the parquet. Even without looking, he knew she was something because Ed the drummer, started a low growl in his throat. As he turned to watch the girl approach. Ruby Rogers, who played the piano and was the only female in the group announced, "Here's another one, Teddie." Her voice was flat and cold, which meant that she agreed with Ed. He turned all the way around -- saw Kathy Mills for the first time and felt his balls beginning to tighten.
She was tall, with long beautifully tapered legs. As they scissored back and forth, carrying her toward him, her young thighs pushed against the short black skirt, showing him that they were firm all the way up. She moved with self-assurance, holding her shoulders back so that her full, firmly-shaped breasts pushed proudly against her thin white blouse where her blazer was open. She knew what she had was good and used it. Her ivory neck held her head in a slightly aloof manner but escaped giving her a disdainful look. He could have called her a blonde, except that her hair was more the color of light cornsilk. She had an untroubled looking forehead, and her blue eyes were set slightly farther apart than normal which gave her an exotic appearance even more startling because of her nose, small and turned up just enough that her dark nostrils would forever appear to be slightly flared, as if in excitement. Her wide, generous lips were parted and poised at the edge of a smile. She's beautiful, Ted said to himself, feeling his prick quiver like some wild animal awakening from sleep as she moved straight for him. She has class, style and bubbles with the flavors of sex. Let her be able to sing, that's all I ask. Let her have a voice.' And let me into her tight little pants just once before this day is through.
When she was fifteen feet away and really smiling sweetly now, he ran his eyes appreciatively over her young body again. Level shoulders, firmly upthrust breasts, a waist smaller than he would have believed possible with such full promising hips and thighs. And her supplely curving calves were musical phrases imitating each other.
"Dorsey?" she said to him and stopped, looking directly at him with those marvelous eyes, and he couldn't believe his ears.
Her soft feminine voice caught at his shorts-entrapped groin like a grinning fishhook pulling at the throbbing head of his huge penis.
When Kathy had opened the door and saw the musicians sitting at the far end of the deserted bar, she took hold of herself and walked as though she had all the confidence in the world. A minute before she had been scared stiff, but she sensed she would be on stage until she left the club, and she began playing to them immediately. She took in who was there at a glance. One short man was sitting with his back to the bar, one elbow on the bar itself, his hand curled around a drink. He had curly blond hair and a masculine face that was not handsome but had a rugged look that made him appealing in a certain way. She could tell that he was short because he had to stretch his leg to balance a toe on the floor from the barstool. Next to him sat a youngish woman with her well-shaped legs crossed and both of her feet resting on the highest rung of the stool, her round dimpled knees skewered to one side, revealing almost all of her black-stockinged thigh and the edge of black silk panties. The woman was pretty, but in a way that would disappear soon, now that her flush of youth was leaving her. She had wavy brown hair, an oval face with large brown eyes and a small heart-shaped mouth. She was hunched so that it was difficult to tell whether she had good breasts or not, but Kathy was willing to bet they were small and hard. The other heavier man stood with his back to her, dressed in a blue suit and a white turtleneck sweater. He was tall and had black curly hair that was very thick and wavy. From the way he stood and the strong-looking neck, Kathy knew he was Ted Dorsey. He started to turn as the brown-haired woman at the bar said something, and Kathy braced herself. She had heard his name and listened to his records since she first started singing. He was one of her favorite musicians and now she was going to actually speak to him in the flesh, even sing for him. She used her old trick of holding on to her confidence as he continued to turn slowly and look at her.
She thought of her youthfully-firm body, which she knew was beautiful, and she concentrated on each curving part of it as she always did when she sang. She felt the firm pink nipples of her full breasts sliding silkily on the cool material of her encasing nylon brassiere, felt her short skirt sliding suggestively on the rounded tops of her resiliently firm thighs as she pushed them enticingly forward with each step, seeking more contact between her glowing skin and her softly clinging skirt. She thought of her rounded buttocks slipping warmly against each other, up and down, up and down as she walked. Her long blonde hair which had never been touched by a beauty operator, brushed teasingly at the dusky nape of her neck and over her thin seashell ears.
By the time she had mentally run over the look of her body, she was close enough to smile openly. She exhaled completely through her nose and spoke in a breathy whisper she had learned men liked to hear from pretty women.
"Mr. Dorsey?" she said almost flirtingly and thrust out her hand, making at the same time the smallest forward motion with her inviting young pelvis in the instinctive female gesture. A ribald curious light flickered momentarily behind his dark brown eyes, and she knew she had made the desired impression, even too much so, and she recoiled inwardly from his lewdly-inquiring glimpse at her. Now if she could only sing as well as she knew she was able to... Don't get stage fright now, Kathy, she silently scolded herself.
Ted didn't feel like wasting any time talking. He just had to find out what this incredibly-endowed young chick could do on stage. He introduced her perfunctorily to the others and then motioned imperially for the musicians to get on the stand.
Kathy was taken aback by his impatience to get started. She watched the slender brown-haired woman with insulting eyes and a suggestive walk move to take her seat at the piano. The short devil-faced red-haired man winked knowingly at her and took his place at the drums.
Ted could tell that although the girl had a hell of a lot of composure, she was nervous. As he put on his neck cord and reached for his sax, he asked her a few questions to try to put her more at ease. He couldn't keep his eyes off the billowing front of her blouse as he spoke to her, and she blushed slightly as if she were nearly accustomed to being looked at that way.
"How old are you, Kathy?" he asked, trying to keep his voice even.
"Nineteen," she answered, then seemed to think this was too young and quickly added, "but I've been singing for a long time. Four years with a college combo from Cal. We've even played Newport twice."
"That's great. You must know the repertory then." He took his position at the side of the stand next to the piano. The young girl hesitated a minute and then stepped boldly onto the podium.
When she took the step upward to the raised podium, her skirt slid up her firmly-fleshed white thighs, and he could see the softly-flaring flesh of her buttocks.
"I think I know the repertory," she breathed, "but I'm best on Christy-type ballads."
"That's fine, but you understand we have to do all styles, and turn everything into something that sounds like nobody else. I'm sure you can handle it once you get the feel of our sounds."
"Oh yes. I've listened to you for years... " She stopped, embarrassed, thinking maybe she was insulting him by suggesting he was so much older than she was. She took a good look at his handsome face, however and saw that not only was he not old-looking as she had feared, but he was easily the handsomest man she had ever seen. Darkly thick eyebrows and hair, deep brown eyes that really looked at you, and a good strong nose above a sensual mouth. He had a squarish face that suggested brutal force, and there was a kind of demanding tenderness in his eyes.
"Good. Then we'll probably get along fine," Ted said, and he counted out loud, "One, two. One, two, three, four," and the introduction started sultrily.
At first Kathy was timidly frightened. He hadn't asked her what she wanted to sing, what key, nor did he tell her what song they were doing... but as they neared the end of the sixteen bars of intro insinuating languorousness into the notes, she had left her worries behind and knew where she was going. It was a song she had done a hundred times, and they must have guessed her range from her speaking voice because it was right on it. She heard the wildly-dissonant pickup chord and took a deep breath, hoisting her full-breasted mounds higher under her clinging blouse. Her eyes focused on the empty infinity beyond the room and began the mournful ballad "Love for Sale," taken at a tempo just fast enough to turn it into something an eager-limbed young prostitute might sing haughtily instead of the way a worn-out fleshy hooker might do it.
Ted let his sax dangle uselessly from the neck cord, his strong hands wrapped around the caps and ridges lovingly and listened almost lasciviously, staring at the shapely back of the statuesque young girl. His heart jumped wildly after the first advertising call as she sang lustily: "Love for sale. Appetizing young love for sale. Love that is young and still unspoiled, love that is only slightly soiled... " Goddamn, he thought, Kathy Mills could sing convincingly, and she could turn the nearly lewd lyrics into a suggestive story. He moved stealthily so that he could watch her youthful face as she sang and keep his mind off the tautly-rounded buttocks bouncing almost indecently to the flailing beat. He wanted to hear every musical nuance before he started observing her lithe body moving so delectably. He could barely believe his ears; Jesus, she was good! And her innocent young face lived through the meaning of the stimulative words as though she were on the darkly sinister street hawking her luscious body to the luridly inquisitive passersby. He looked for telltale signs that she had memorized her facial expressions and bodily movements to go with the words, but everything seemed to be extemporaneous. She was clearly just a naive young girl, her ripe body lewdly obvious, but guardedly unavailable.
After the first mesmerizing chorus, he cut in resolutely with the sax seconding her mood, and when she came in slidingly for the recap, he stayed with her to the wildly-climactic plea at the end, riding her beseeching phrases like a brutally angry lover answering her wanton cries.
Kathy took it out to the end and held the last quivering tone with her head rocking defenselessly forward as if in defeat while the group closed solidly with a lewdly goading tag. They were silent for a few nervous seconds after the sounds finally died, and then she raised her young blonde head listlessly and looked at them questioningly. He said gruffly as he turned aggressively to the drummer, "Ed, run down to Sandy's and tell Hank to get up here pronto."
Ed looked at him quizzically, but he did as he was told, glancing appreciatively at Kathy's firm young body as he unstraddled his hard perch behind the drum set.
"While we wait, let's have a little talk, honey," Ted said huskily, taking her forcefully by her soft upper arm.
Kathy felt the firm grasp of his masterful fingers on her skin and felt almost dizzy. He really seemed to like her singing, and his tone of affection made her slightly giddy. Her heart was hotly pounding in her slender throat as she walked hesitantly with him toward the bar.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning Kathy was still incredulous. She woke up in her lonely room and looked out at the torpid sun-drenched beach, not wanting to get up, preferring to lie languidly alone and think about yesterday. She slowly pushed the confining sheet off with her feet and stretched voluptuously in the sunlight flooding the room. Her short, almost transparently-clinging nightdress hid practically nothing of her female charms. The firm peaks of her thrusting breasts formed small tents in the fabric with the tiny erect nipples serving as little struts. Her skin showed through the flimsy fabric, a smooth creamy-tan color. The dipping swirl of her tiny rounded navel moved evenly up and down with her light breathing, and her tautly-white stomach formed a slight arch to the small triangle of softly-curling, com-silk pubic hair, her full hips an eye-catching pain of fleshy parentheses enclosing that untouched triangle with its apex at the junction of the thighs. The young girl's eyes had a dreamy look, and her velvet-lipped mouth was slightly parted in an imitation of the little vertical smile on her vaginal lips up between her beautifully-curved legs. Kathy arched her back delightedly as she stretched, forcing her softly-fleshed breasts, and the rounded globes of her buttocks pressed firmly into the mattress.
Ted Dorsey - she couldn't yet think of him as Ted, as he had insisted - told her she was the best singer he had heard in the try-outs. And he had said that more than twenty other young singers had answered the ad, some of them real professionals. Her body tingled with excitement when she remembered his deep voice telling her that approvingly. She had never wanted anything else but to sing, and to do it with a good group, to become famous, to make records and meet glamorous people. She had assumed from the moment he sent the drummer hurrying after the bass man that she was the one he wanted and it was all she could do to keep from thrilling out to him her unbounded joy. Then he had gotten right down to a proper business-like interview and ended up by giving her a rough statement of what would be expected of her if she were signed on.
"I'm sure you are already aware of this, Kathy," he had said. "On this level, music is not a way of making a living, it's a way of life. You have to give everything you've got to the group, or you won't fit in. When we're together, we're really together, and while nobody's boss, we all agree to do the same things."
She nodded her eager agreement, and felt shyly that there was a lot more to what he was saying than he was spelling out. She felt he was telling her she would have to give not only her voice, but her soul, her very inward being, and even her young body, over to him. Well, she thought, if that's what it takes, then I'm ready to do it, but she winced uncontrollably in her mind.
He talked some more about the tour of one-night stands that was set up, and how they were to end up on a San Francisco TV Jazz Marathon for big money. The more he talked in his soft low voice, the more excited and incredulous she became. She was so deliriously happy she thought she would explode, and yet the insinuating maleness of his voice and masculine presence unnerved her. At one point she almost jumped up and grabbed him to kiss him and shout, "thank you, thank you"... but she fortunately was able to control herself.
Then the drummer came back with the heavy-set sandy-haired bass player, Hank, and they played through set after set.
She rolled slowly over onto her side on the bed as she remembered, pulling up her knee revealingly so that the softly-curling strands of young blonde pubic hair up between her firm-fleshed thighs showed at the top of her long, slimly-tapered legs. Her whole body was aching with a feverish joy from her singing success the day before, and she didn't know what to do to stop the tantalizing ache. She traced her fingers down over the flowing mound of her hip and traced the curve of her narrow waist up to her softly-fleshed breast, cupping it lightly in the palm of her hand. That felt a little bit better.
She recalled that yesterday afternoon, after two hours of singing, she had been losing a little bit of ground - they had been at it for too long - and Ted called for a real steamer "Baby Loves Me So Well." She had felt she needed badly a fresh edge on her emotion for that tune and started thinking about Roger, the boy she had been in love with.
"Roger," she had thought with a growing excitement. "Roger." He had been dating her for two years when he went to college, and when he formed his own group, she had started singing with them. Since then she had gone out only with him, and it was understood they would someday get married. It was getting more and more difficult to keep him from going too far with her, however, and she had persuaded her parents to let her work in Newport for the summer and think about what she wanted to do now that she was out of high school. Roger had been angry when she told him, but her parents were relieved, suspecting what was going on between her and him, and they agreed.
While she had been singing "Baby Loves Me So Well" she had thought back to the last night she had gone out with Roger and the thought continued on with her now in the quietness of her room. After a movie, he had driven her again out to the edge of the hidden lake where they had always gone for petting. She didn't want to go, but he drove there resolutely.
He started off as usual, telling her he loved her more than anything, softly kissing tenderly at the lobe of her ear. He knew that he could drive her nearly crazy and he always did it when she wasn't really in the mood to play around. She kept staring straight ahead to the moonlit lake while he whispered airily into the silkiness of her hair, praying inwardly that her body would refuse to respond to him as he ran his moistly-heated tongue around the inner folds of her ear. Soon she was nervously breathing a little faster, and he boldly pushed his hot tongue-tip as far as it would go into her invaded ear, at the same time moving his hand stealthily from her bare white shoulder to cup her fully-ripe breast still encased in her tightly-restraining brassiere. She could feel the pink-tipped nipple begin to harden under his gently-pinching fingers and the fiery glow begin up between her tightly-clenched thighs. It always made her so ashamed that she couldn't keep herself from being wildly excited when he touched her. She had been taught by her mother that she should never even let a boy's hands touch her body, but the young girl would nevertheless get so heated up in spite of herself that she would almost completely lose control. She would shamelessly begin to revel in whatever he tried to do to her.
He teasingly urged the uprising nipple to a hardened firmness and ran his nibbling lips along the unprotected nape of her neck. Kathy twisted nervously in her seat with a small complaining moan, and Roger knew she was heatedly waking up to his caresses despite her hesitancy.
"Honey... " he growled and reached under the warm back of her now-loosened blouse to unhook her protective brassiere. His sharp nails ran lightly over the bare skin of her naked back as he reached surely up to the clasp, and he felt her shudder in anticipation. The large bulge of his heavily-pulsing penis was already excitedly clamoring for attention in his imprisoning jockey shorts, but he did not want to rush her. She had been trying to ward off his advances too much lately; it really was as if she had gone as far as she was ever going to go with him.
The brassiere was loose now, useless, and he furtively slipped his demanding hand under her smooth, white-skinned arm and firmly cupped her quivering breast, the hard little nipple warm and firmly erect between his grasping second and third fingers. Kathy made a low-stricken sound deep in her throat and twisted her eager young body so that her legs were pressed tightly against his. Her heatedly-heaving pelvis began little circular movements which she could barely control, though she reviled herself violently for her shameless reaction to his hands.
His gentle tweaking of her cresting nipple flared a torch-like sensation up into her moistly-heated vagina, and Kathy reserved a part of her mind to stop him with before he could go too far. She could feel her racing pulse throbbing almost unbearable between her tightly-clenching thighs and she rubbed her knees together to brazenly squeeze the hot pleasure-point up between the now fully-moistened lips of her cunt. The trembling young girl pressed her hotly-perspiring hands on the back of Roger's neck and heatedly pulled his wetly-sucking mouth from her naked breast up to her lips, feeling the cool night air flowing over her saliva-wet nipple. Her searching tongue thrust immediately through his half-open mouth and sought his own, their sexually-heated saliva mixing wetly. Roger's tongue snaked forward, pushing hers back and she closed her teeth on it loosely, sucking at it voraciously as she wanted it touching her all the way back in her throat. He was breathing heavily on her silken cheek, and this excited her even more. She groaned hopelessly up into his mouth and pressed her back into the comer of the seat, pulling him with her, and she spread her legs wide apart, one knee high up on the back of the seat, the other stretched out full length under the dashboard. The hotly-aroused young man began grinding his eager pelvis slowly and hungrily into the hot steaming vee of her loins, and pressed his hard male organ forcefully against her widespread young loins. He could feel the torrid sexual heat being generated by her sensuously-aroused cunt all the way through her restraining panties and his trousers.
Roger held both her full, desire-swollen young breasts in his massaging hands now, his own chest pressing urgently against them as he unrestrainedly ground and rubbed his rock-hard penis against her eager, panty-covered vaginal slit. His sperm-bloated testicles were on fire, filling with a hot impatience, swelling his lust-hardened penis with even more of the great but unbearable hardness inside his tightly-filling shorts.
Kathy was panting in frenzied excitement when he suddenly rolled on his side on the seat and pulled her down roughly beside him, slipping her blouse and loose bra up to her now-exposed armpits, revealing her firmly-ripened breasts in all their naked glory, the small pink nipples nearly bursting in aching hardness. At the same time he put his head down closer to the heaving white orbs and began circling the tiny erect nipples with his wetly-quivering tongue, occasionally nipping the firm red buds in his teeth. His insistent hand caressed the soft inner flesh of her thighs and pressed into her hotly-pulsing crevice to feel the warm vaginal juices dampening the crotchband of her thin nylon panties.
"Ohhhhh... Roger. Nooooooo. I can't stand it!" she moaned, helplessly, her eyes closed tightly, her head thrown back in shameless abandon. "Press your fingers harder against my panties down there!"
Kathy could feel her erectly-throbbing clitoris jerking hotly against his pressing hand, and she ground her loins wantonly up into it, rhythmically churning her firmly-rounded hips on the seat below. His wet lips were burning her globular white breasts, and she brushed them up against his face, feeling his nose and his chin sinking into her tautly-resilient flesh. Against her smooth thigh, his virile, lust-hardened young cock rubbed up and down, up and down, and she pushed her hips forward into the thickly-bulging shaft of flesh as he groaned deliciously in pleasure over the savory feasts of her naked breasts.
"Spread your legs wide!" Roger ordered suddenly, hissing against her hardened nipple, and he fitted two fingers into the hotly-wet slit up between her legs, pressing them lengthwise over the moist little cuntal opening. She pulled down on his invading fingers as hard as she could, and the quivering insides of her smooth fleshy thighs shuddered in ecstasy. He turned his hand and slipped his out-stretched middle finger under the tight elastic legband of her panties and into the softly-curling pubic hair now wet with her perspiration and excitedly-flowing vaginal juices. The girl shivered in uncontrollable excitement and arched her narrow back as the probing fingers moved maddenly around the moistly-swollen lips of her narrow back as the probing fingers moved maddenly around the moistly-swollen lips of her narrow little cuntal opening, teasing at the thin, blonde-curling pubic hair, flicking hotly across the passion-drenched slit. Finally she jerked her rolling pelvis upward and forced his fingers further under her panties to touch the sensitively-vibrant clitoris; he circled it lightly before slipping his middle finger deep down into the well-lubricated mouth of her eager young cunt.
Kathy shuddered and sighed even as she recoiled from the brutal force of his remorseless probing, and then pushed her heatedly-quivering pussy back down onto the impaling middle finger. He shoved at the hotly-pulsating little hole, and felt it sucking hungrily back at his fingertips. Her hips were grinding wildly up against him now, and her beautifully-curved breasts were heaving their fleshy whiteness into contact with his avid face as he nipped and sucked at the hard, bud-like nipples harder and harder.
At last he felt what he was aching for! Kathy had begun scrabbling at his beltline, trying to get under to grab his throbbing blood-filled cock. He shifted to help her and in his lust-swollen balls he felt a sudden flash of heat from the boiling semen building up inside them. Then she unbuckled his belt and her self-willed fingers slipped slowly down inside his enclosing shorts, her pink-lacquered nails rubbing lightly through the crisp dark hair on his belly until they found and circled around the heatedly-pulsating tip of his long hard penis.
"Ohhhhhh, God," he groaned. "Squeeze it, honey. Play with it!"
Slowly, tantalizingly, she ran her nails all around the thick pulsing head of his cock and pinched it from time to time, making wantonly-incoherent sounds in her throat as she twisted impatiently on the seat. She explored the rubbery skin of the blunted head and etched her pink nails around the sensitive crown, the soft palm of her hand pressing teasingly against the ever-moistening tip of his long hard rigidness.
Kathy stopped writhing for a moment as she concentrated lewdly on his stone-hard member, making a circle of her fingers that moved tantalizingly and slowly down the full fiery length of his lust-hardened rod until she felt the bristling hair on his swollen testicles. Gently, with great consideration for his pleasure, she cupped his aching balls in her hand and squeezed them.
It felt so good to him that it actually hurt, and his now slightly-oozing cockhead trembled against her forearm. As the young girl began stroking and pulling more intensely at his balls, pausing sometimes to clasp the excitedly-quivering penis and massage the loose outer skin up and down, he continued carefully stroking her hotly-wet cunt, his middle finger worming farther up inside the moisture-covered lips of the pink vertical opening until it finally reached all the way up to the flat of his palm into the greedily-sucking vagina. He pulled reluctantly away from the inward suction to press forward with his hot, intruding knuckles all the way up against her heatedly vibrating clitoris.
Kathy squirmed on his insistent finger, and Roger was suddenly inflamed beyond control. He slipped his pants and shorts down a little more at the same time, then leaned over her grinning lewdly as he kissed her wetly-glistening lips, all the while holding his stiffly-throbbing penis in his band. Pulling her panty-crotchband aside again, he searched for the throbbing passion-soaked slit with his thumb and touched the head of his painfully burning penis to her virginal young pussy, feeling the hot cuntal fluids wet and heated against the tips of it. He began moving it up and down the entire moistly-pulsating vaginal slit, probing teasingly to bring a reaction from the young girl.
Kathy found his penis in her fingers and explored it with the same sense of obscene wonder she had the first time she had allowed her hand to be put there. Now that she knew his cock well, knew what he liked for her hands to do to him, knew what it would do when taken to the raging limit, his massively-throbbing shaft inflamed her young body even more than his hot-palmed hands could ever do.
She found the tiny thin slit in the end of it and used her thumb to rub the flowing juices around the pulsing tip. She stroked down the full vibrating length of the excitedly-quivering rod and palmed their heavy, sperm-filled softness. She thought of what people called the penis - "prick,"
"cock,"
"dick," and her already wildly-quivering vagina grew even hotter and wetter.
Not "vagina," she thought, with a thrill of forbidden excitement, he's playing with my "pussy." He's finger-fucking my cunt! And I'm tickling his cock and balls! She wondered wickedly what he would think if she used those dirty words out loud, but she didn't dare shape the words with her mouth. His worming finger was urging her moist young pussy to open wide and suck wetly against his hand as the heatedly-sucking lips of his mouth nipped at her tingling, pebble-hard nipples. Roger pushed her back flat onto the plastic-covered car seat and leaned forward to pull down his trousers all the way off so she could get to his excitedly-jerking cock more easily. She knew instinctively that he would soon be cumming now, and wanted it to go on longer. She saw the rock-hard length come free of its restraints and stand up eagerly pulsating in the moonlight, the love juice lubricating its shining tip. She wanted him to get back to her hungrily-waiting pussy now, and bring her to a rocketing climax, and she closed her eyes tightly, thinking prick, cunt, pussy, cock, tits. She felt him moving back into place. Something blunt and hard was nosing against the entrance of her open, curl-fringed cunt-lips.
"No! Roger, no! I won't let you... " She felt the invading tip of his heavily-pulsating cock touch the hot, aching little spot between her wide-stretched legs and almost let him do it, almost let herself think he was pushing with his finger, so much did she want his virile, desire-hardened young cock to come into her. She pushed him away by his hip bones and sat up, her large swollen breasts squeezing tightly against each other.
"Oh, God, Roger, I told you you could never do that. I want to still be a virgin when I marry. Take me home," she said, pulling down her blouse over the luscious white mounds of her breasts.
"Honey, I'm dying, I've got to get in you... "
"Home, I said." Her voice did not carry real conviction and Roger knew that this only meant that if he would settle for what they usually did, she would go along. He resigned himself to that, resenting her interruption, and resolved to get back at her somehow while he was persuading her to stay.
When she relented, he suddenly kissed her hard, their tongues lashing hotly together in their mouths, her hands feverishly drawing his kneading fingers onto her breasts. He milked hungrily at the firmly-ripe breasts as she stroked his thick, long cock with both hands, dipping down lower to the softness of his balls with each lust-inciting stroke.
"Now let's do it our way, honey," Kathy said. His mouth came away from hers as he thrust his aching groin into her working hands.
She raised up higher on the seat and slipped her flimsy white panties down frantically over the smooth white globes of her buttocks, slowly inching them off, handing them finally to Roger. He reached out and dropped their silky softness, perfumed heavily by her hotly-boiling cunt, on the dashboard and leaned back against the door expectantly. She unbuttoned her blouse, letting the full white fruits of her breasts spill free, and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She leaned back seductively against the opposite door and looked at him with a wicked, suggestive little smile as she reached down to touch in the midst of her own hotly-steaming vaginal fluids with one hand while with the other she moved to stroke her own breasts. She pinched hard at one of the firm erect nipples and then at the other, still smiling at him, licking her lipstick-glistening lips.
Roger watched her take off her silken panties, loving the look of her curved milk-white ass. She opened her blouse, revealing her perfect taut breasts there in his full view, her own fingers moving around on their nakedness.
The cum seemed about to geyser its way right out of his sperm-filled balls, and when she touched the hair-lined lips of her hot little pussy, the turgid head of his long prick jerked and more of the clear white lava bubbled out of the open little slit in its swelling head. He knew that if he started jerking off now he would be cumming long before she was ready, and it was hard to keep his hands away. He squeezed his buttocks tightly together and concentrated on the way she had cupped her own vagina and was finger-fucking herself up between her open thighs.
As she fondled her own breasts, her eyes ecstatically closed now, her fingers searching and finally finding her hot moist clitoris, the straining pink trigger of her cuntal slit, he knew she was such a hot piece of ass that someday she would surely give in to him. Her tongue-moistened lips were open wider now and she was breathing harder, her fingers rubbing her hot, eager young pussy and moving in a definite rhythm matched by the lewdly-displayed swaying of her hips. The firm globular mounds of her young ass-cheeks were grinding down against the car seat, and he wondered whether she could feel the cool sensation against the naked little hole of her anus. Tentatively, he touched the hotly-blazing length of his cock and she opened her eyes widely to look at his hand circling his own rigid maleness.
"Yes, honey. Do that. I want to watch you do that while I... " She wanted to say something dirty but she was afraid of what he would think of her. 'Talk dirty to me about what we're doing, Roger, honey."
She had never asked him to do that before, but she was so damned hot! Her hungrily-clasping little pussy was throbbing and gushing out all over her fingers, and her breasts felt like they would burst. She looked down and saw them, ripe white fruits with tiny erect nipples vibrating nakedly in the air. She saw Roger's hand curl around the rigidness of his cock and move up and down again. "Ohhhhh... I love to see you do that, Roger, I love to see your hand on your... " she stopped speaking again, not able to say the word out loud.
"You love to see me skinning my cock back and forth," Roger snarled at her, a sudden note of frustrated cruelty in his voice. "Is that it? You don't want me to fuck you, you hot little bitch, but you like to spread your legs and finger-fuck yourself in front of me, don't you? You like to watch me jerking off my prick, and say things like 'fuck' and 'cock' but... " He felt the hot cum broiling menacingly deep down in his balls and he tightened his hand around it and started pumping his cock faster and harder. She was watching him with widely-bulging eyes and fingering her wide-stretched young pussy in a wanton frenzy r too, and she was squeezing her firm ripe breasts until it seemed that the two would burst and explode in his viciously-accusing face.
She leaned forward still rhythmically fingering herself and grasped for his hotly-bulging balls, kneading them feverishly while he came. She could feel them jerking and the cum throbbing up out of them and the lewdness of what she was doing made the rigid-soaked bud of her clitoris quiver wildly under her desperately-working fingers. She watched the huge expanding head of his crazily-pulsating rod flare and pulse uncontrollably as the cum spurted thickly out and grabbing them from the dashboard, he caught it in the white silky fabric of her tiny panties. He groaned deeply in his throat, still fucking the rigidly-throbbing cock into the silk of her panties around it as suddenly she felt the frenetic beginning of her own orgasm.
"Ohhh, God, honey, I'm cumming too! I'm cumming too!" She leaned her blonde head back on the window of the car in obsessed abandon and thrust her desperately-quivering pussy out at him. She wanted him to see her doing this sinful thing, she wanted him to watch her finger-fucking herself, she knew it was dirty and forbidden and she wanted him to see her do it. She felt her orgasmic juices flooding out of the hot, open little slit of her cunt, flowing down over her hand. "I'm cumming. I'M CUMMMING! Blow on it, honey. I'm cummmmmmmming!"
Her softly-round ass-cheeks jerked and quivered crazily as she rammed herself harder and harder upward, and then his head was down there by her exploding young cunt and he blew his hot breath over its desperately-grinding wetness as she finger-fucked herself wildly to ever-increasing heights of ecstasy.
It was too good, it was almost more than she could bear, her tiny pink clitoris quivering insanely under the hot blast of her excited breath. The cum seemed to run out of every pore in her finger-ravaged loins. She thought she was through for a moment and clutched tightly at the wetly-flooded curls of her cunt-hair when Roger put his hand on top of hers and said, "Finger it more, you hot little bitch. Keep on finger-fucking. You like to finger-fuck your hot juicy little cunt, so do it, hot little bitch. Fuck it, finger-fuck it!" His hand pushed down against hers and the two of them had her eager young pussy going again -- and again, and again.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Roger, honey, baby, help me, help me finger-fuck myself! Help me cum! Ohhhhh, honey, I'm cumming again. I'm CUMMMMMING! Prick! Cunt! Cock! Balls! I'm CUMMMMING!"
She felt every nerve-ending in her young body blossom into firecrackers of unbelievable ecstasy and her again hotly-exploding pussy pulsed like a blinking red light in between her passion-drained legs. She felt weak and leaned forward resting her head on Roger's legs, holding his now-limp cock in her cum-drenched hand. She thought she must have passed out for a few minutes, and when she came to herself she was afraid to raise her head and look at him.
She kept her eyes closed and cursed herself unmercifully for losing control. How could she have said those awful, disgusting things in front of him? He must think she was a terrible person after that. Slowly she took her self-offending hand from his deflated penis and moved to the other side of the seat without facing him and began to recover her scattered clothes.
She felt so horribly humiliated. She could barely control herself whenever Roger put his hands on her and she should know it now -- after all this time. And then to say all those filthy, unthinkable words! God, he must really think she was a slut. He had punished her himself by using those disgusting, vile words -- and she had liked it!
He must have been dressing at the same time without her noticing it, because by the time she sat down fully-clothed in the seat, staring dully and ashamed at the lake in front of them, the engine roared to life and he whipped the car around and started driving away furiously without saying a word.
When he squealed to a stop in front of her house, he turned to her and said, "Listen, Kathy, I've had about all of this I can take. Why don't we just skip seeing each other for a while.
I mean, it's been fun, but I've about had it. Somebody is going to really fuck the hell out of you some day and I wouldn't mind being the one to do a good job of it, but I'm going to be free-wheeling for a while before I lose my temper completely and rape the crap out of you."
She cried and told him he needn't worry, that she was so ashamed she didn't want to see him any more, and besides she was going away for the summer.
He was racing the engine impatiently with his foot. She got out and closed the door with a bang. As she started the walk up to the dark house, he called her back and she leaned in at the window.
"Better take these with you," he said, and threw the tiny bundle of silken white panties to her so that they struck her in the face and she could feel the wetness of his virile young cum smeared in them. Then he dug up the gravel on the drive as he sped off into the dark night.
As she lay in bed thinking about that last night with Roger once again she found her neglected vagina coming to life and stole her hand slowly down between her thighs to relieve the aching and burning. That was almost two months ago, and now everything was different. Even though Roger had known where she was staying and probably had come to the beach many times, he had never tried to see her. That was even more humiliating, because secretly she hoped he would keep trying to make her let him do it to her.
Anyway, she had thought about that humiliating, yet exquisitely-exciting night when she had used those awful fuck-words while she was singing with Ted Dorsey and his group, and she had impressed them with her special, steaming rendition of the song. She had ground the tight young curves of her dress-sheathed buttocks and hips around in the air as she was singing, and her pink lance-like tongue sucked and licked at the words as they came, while her out-thrust pelvis circled seductively around and around out toward the sparse audience as if searching for a hard male cock to impale herself on.
And they had liked it. When she finished, her face flushed with erotic excitement, Ted Dorsey had whistled through his teeth appreciatively.
"Baaaaby ! Ummmmmmmmmm Hummmmmmmmmm! You're hired. You know what I like!"
After that it was like a dream. She signed a contract and he could have knocked her over with a feather when he said that the next day - today! -- they would leave for their first job. She called her mother and told her the itinerary and cautioned her not to worry that she was in good hands.
She ground her awakening pussy slowly up toward her searching hand and flexed the smoothly-rounded flesh of buttocks, and then, gritting her teeth tightly to stop the heavily-mounting passion, she suddenly decided that she had better pack and get ready to leave. She would need a few more dresses, make-up, shoes...
CHAPTER THREE
They drove to Santa Barbara in three cars. Silent, evil-eyed Hank and his bass in a Volkswagen, the frankly sexy brown-haired Ruby and the short virile Ed, with all his traps and her suitcases in a Taurus station wagon, and Ted and Kathy in Ted's slight beat-up Porsche, a relic from the days when he made big money.
They were moving like the wind up the super-highway, the interior of the car filled with her enticing perfume, his musky shaving lotion and man smells, and the sounds of stereo tapes Ted had programmed himself drowning out all the sounds of the motor and the tire on the concrete. Once in awhile he would say to her, "Dig this," and she would listen to Peggy Starr getting in a particularly good lick, or he would say, "See if you can pick this up," and she would try to sing along with Ella or Billie. It was sheer heaven.
After awhile she turned in the seat so that she could watch him as he drove. His hands held the steering wheel lightly, the sunlight dancing through the black hair on the back of his fingers. He wore wrap-around sunglasses and she could see nothing of his eyes but the nostrils were beautifully masculine, little hairs tucked up just inside the flaring nostrils, and his mouth was incredible. His teeth were straight and white in a very wide mouth, and when he laughed out loud, his tongue came up and touched the back of his lower row of teeth, the saliva sparkling wet in the sunlight. When he smiled his lips stretched from the pouting rubbery Cupid's bow, making a comma at the comer of his full mouth and beside it the dimple, like a period. His chin was square-cut over a very masculine neck, the Adam's apple like the head of an erect, medium-sized penis in his throat. She could see the curly black hairs of his chest peeking out of the collar of his shirt. She relaxed, and screwed her buttocks down onto the ankle she was sitting on.
Out of the comer of his eye, Ted could see the girl riding beside him. She wore a short-sleeved red jersey, and her breasts pushed out an enticing mold of themselves in the front of the sweater. He was sure she did not have a bra under the sweater, because the miniature tits of her nipples put dents in the molded firm mounds which stood out so proudly. She seemed a little uncomfortable in such suggestive clothes, as though she wore it because it was fashionable but was a little reluctant to reveal her full-bodied charms. Her tight black shorts were hip-huggers cut off at the crotch and covered her up to a point just below her navel, which showed as a tiny depression in the material of the sweater, large and round like a whirlpool wanting to suck him into it. She wore red split-leather boots cut like an astronaut's from the future, clinging to the titillating curves of her calves and accenting the plush resilience of her black-leotarded thighs.
When she turned in her seat and faced him, he glanced at the prominent mound her innocent young vagina pressed into the shorts, and the end of his cock suddenly throbbed to see the hinting little crease where the cloth pressed into her tight little cunt-slit. The lips of her mouth were parted a little, and her nostrils seemed to be flared in excitement. He was sure he saw her glance down at his pubic area, and he felt a slow simmering begin deep down in his balls. He would have to bring up the subject sooner or later, and he felt he might as well get on with it.
"You remember what I told you about the members of our group giving everything they've got to it?"
"Yes, Ted," she answered, liking the feel of his first name on her tongue.
"I hope you understood that."
"Don't worry, I understand perfectly." She knew then that she really did, down deep, and she had a nagging recoil in her bowels. Did she really have as little shame as that? she asked herself.
"Are you sure?" he asked, glancing to look straight in her eyes for a moment.
"Just try me," she heard herself say, and she felt a shudder of unexplained apprehension.
He didn't say anything else for awhile and thought about her. She had a good body and a beautiful face, and she knew it. She had surely been sought after for years, who knows, maybe she had been letting guys fuck her all along. She was sure built for that. If so then there would be no problem.
"Don't you have a boyfriend, Kathy? What's he think about all this?"
The question struck a jarring note in her mind. She didn't want to think about Roger anymore, he was already a part of a pointless past. She thought she had loved him, but now she just didn't know. Perhaps it was only what they had been doing together that kept them seeing each other and she felt that love had to be more than that.
"I did have," she said.
The way she said it, as though she had just made the decision to forget him, surprised Ted. He decided to come to the point as quickly as possible.
"I wouldn't let you get away so easily if I were in his place," he said. "Didn't you and he ever... " He let his voice trail away.
Her heart jumped in her throat and she said, "Didn't we ever what?"
"Well, I mean when two people, young people spend a lot of time together, they eventually start... playing around."
My God, she thought, he is going to talk about that. She was frantically trying to decide in her mind what position she should take. She wanted to sing for him, she didn't want to lose this chance, but could she get involved with him in that way, even if she felt she had no choice? On the spur of the moment, she decided that she would do it, and that she would hate herself for it, regret it more than anything in her life - but she would do it. Yes!
"I guess we did do that, Ted. It's fairly normal, isn't it?" she asked, trying to sound blase.
"It sure is, Kathy. How far did you two go? Did you ever actually... " He stopped, letting her fill in whatever word she wanted it to be.
"No," she said quickly. "No, we never did go 'all the way' as in the Frank Sinatra tune, but I guess we did a lot by most standards." She felt herself blushing, and felt the mental kicking she was getting from her parent-taught conscience.
"You mean to say that at your age, and with your looks, you're still a virgin?" he asked, delightedly surprised, and then deciding he couldn't believe her.
"Yes, I always believed you should save it for the really-big moment in your life," she said, intending it to mean not necessarily marriage, though that was what she had always intended before.
"You're a very unusual girl, then, Kathy," he reached over and squeezed her firm kneecap, letting his middle finger curl suggestively into the tight crease where her rounded calf was touching her full thigh.
His probing touch sent a slight flame rippling through her nerve-endings, igniting the small tender tip of her alert clitoris.
"Thank you if you think so, Ted," she said, her eyes sparkling now in excited anticipation of what she knew was to come later.
"I think so, honey." He glanced at her face and saw that she seemed to be aroused. God she must really be a hot little piece if touching her on the knee could get that reaction.
"Would you do with me whatever it was you did with him?" Ted said after a minute had passed.
Immediately Kathy felt like a scared doe, racing around in her own head, picturing all the things she and Roger had done, and imagining Ted in his place. She couldn't bear to think of what his erect penis must look like, standing strongly out from his belly, the heavy, sperm-laden balls hanging openly below it. She felt her vagina gasping like a fish out of its pond.
"I can't answer that, Ted, you know that. We hardly know each other. I mean I really like you already, but we're almost complete strangers."
"Then tonight should be very interesting for both of us," he said, not looking at her, a hard glint in his eyes.
"What do you mean?" She half-hoped he would say that performing on the stand together would bring them closer in a way that necking with a college boy for four years could never do.
"I mean that I never have, and never intend to get on the stand with a girl singer that I don't already know inside out."
Quickly she ran over the names of the now-famous female singers who had recorded, with him. Did he mean he had made love to all of them?
"Well, we're getting to know each other already, aren't we?" she said weakly.
"That's right, but tonight, before we show at the club, we're going to have to make it together, or... " Her conscience flailed wildly in her skull, almost blinding her. Clear this up right now, it screamed at her, or you will suffer more humiliation, and more, and more, until you can't live with yourself. But her ambition and visceral self controlled her tongue, and she said, "I guess if that's the way it is, that's the way it is." There was a tone of submission in her voice - and fear.
"That's the way, honey, and it's not so bad. In fact," he added, "there's nothing I can think of better, except playing, and that's the same thing. To me, horn is a woman, and I love her all the time, and she sings for me like a siren."
He stepped on the gas pedal, and they cruised at a hundred miles an hour.
CHAPTER FOUR
At the motel outside Santa Barbara, Ted had reserved two suites. The room he gave to Kathy connected through the bathroom with his. Ed and Hank had a room together, and the piano-player, Ruby, took the room connecting the same way with theirs.
Kathy had just laid out the things she was going to wear for dinner and the first night's performance, when there was a knock at the door to the bathroom. She felt her vaginal lips shrink cringingly up between her legs and said nervously, "Come in, Ted."
"Unpacking already? We have lots of time," he said huskily, looking at his watch. "It's seven-thirty now, and we don't go on til ten-thirty. This is a high-class club we're playing tonight."
He put two drinks on a table and sat down on the sofa nearby. He patted the cushion beside him and said, "Come here."
She did as she was told, breathing like a frightened deer as she moved her trembling young body toward him. She sat down with her knees held properly together and watched him out of the corner of her eye. She saw his hand move and was relieved when it picked up one of the drinks and handed it to her.
"Take a slug of that; it really helps, believe me. This is my third since we got here."
She took the glass and sipped at the liquid. Gin and bitters; she crinkled her nose at the acrid taste. She always drank sweet mixed drinks when she was out on a date. She didn't really like even those, but she thought she had to drink them to be sophisticated. "Ummmmm. That is good," she said, lying. He could tell she wasn't used to it, and it excited him to think of getting her really smashed with her guard down for the first time. But that would have to wait till the future.
He took a long swallow into his throat and set down his glass. He removed hers from her hand and pulled her to him. "Remember what I said to you this afternoon?" he asked stroking her cheek and lifting the silken blonde hair from her ear.
"Yes," she answered in a husky whisper, afraid of what was coming. His fingers touched her ear and started small fires licking and curling down beneath her panties.
He turned her innocent young face toward him and pressed his lips onto hers. She could feel the comer of his mouth touching under her nose, and he was breathing hot air onto the fine down on her cheeks. His hot tongue forced its way deliciously between her full lips and nudged her own aside to plumb the dark depths of her mouth. At first she held her full body stiff and held away from him, saying to herself -- you've got to preserve some kind of decency, don't respond so quickly - but his flicking tongue tickled the roof of her palate and she felt the hot throbbing sensations begin to flow down in her desperately-aching loins. Her naive young body was going to betray her again she saw and tried to clench her inner thigh muscles together and squeeze restraint into her cuntal lips, but that only excited her more. Then her tongue answered his and nudged at the tendons under his stretching probing tongue, teasing hotly at the rising wetness collected there. She fuzzed open her eyes and saw his swarthy male cheeks close to her own, the muscles at his temple working as his tongue slithered in her mouth, licking at her nerves as though they were all nakedly exposed.
He tugged at her slender neck and she fell forward suddenly, pressing into his muscular chest and grinding her breasts wildly into him, her full thigh collided into his like the collision of two snakes, and she felt the repercussion deep up in the interior of her hotly throbbing young cunt.
He threw his other leg over both of hers and reached with his left hand for her smoothly-quivering buttocks. He tightened his fingers first around one softly-trembling cheek and then the other, letting his fingers tease down the tightly-knit crevice that ended in the warm wet folds of her tight young cunt. She was practically gasping for air as the sensations of lust swelled her eagerly-straining body.
Oh. God, she was saying to herself, I'm letting it start again. His firm probing fingers are on my behind, and he's practically fucking my mouth with his tongue and I'm liking it. I am ashamed of his touching my body and I'm crazy to be rubbing my titties like this into his chest, but I want to do it! I can't stop myself!
They lowered themselves to the couch without losing any contact. He pressed his heavily-pulsating cock against the flesh of her firm, unresisting thigh and slowly pulled up her sweater.
She felt the soft material sliding up and over her erotically-tingling breasts and then they were stripped naked in the air directly under his gaze.
He saw them standing in front of his hungry eyes, the best pair of firm young tits and nipples he had ever seen. His penis groaned in his bulging shorts as he cupped one of the luscious white orbs in his hand and squeezed it up to meet his mouth. The rubbery nipple was as erect as a tiny blood-filled cock, short and thick, and throbbed hotly as his teeth nibbled hungrily at the balloon-textured flesh.
She twinged in the dark, moistly-hidden recesses of her cunt as he licked teasingly at her naked breasts. His thick hair was rubbing the underside of her chin and she put both her hands on his head and massaged it, pressing it even more tightly to her saliva-soaked breasts. Her fingers seemed self-willed and while the fingers of one hand probed the hot inner folds of his ear, the other patted and stroked the softly-working muscles of his throat, masturbating his neck.
He felt her hand flickering across his skin and when he swallowed it seemed like he was cumming over and over. With his left hand he stroked the inner flesh of her thigh and pinched the slowly-squirming crescent where her buttocks met her upper legs. He could feel the heat and humidity emanating from her passion-heated young pussy, and with a sudden violent grasp, grabbed the hair and squirming softness between her thighs through the leotards. She squeezed his violent fingers between her legs and wiggled her pussy sensuously against his flesh-trapped wrist. She likes this all right, he thought. If she's a virgin, she's sure been teasing the hell out of some poor sonofabitch. But this time she's going to get fucked, and fucked really good.
Kathy felt the helpless crying out of her morals and self-respect in the back of her mind, but it was as though everything was clouded over by the steaming lust his touching her young firm body had incited in her warmly-responding belly.
Then, just as suddenly as he had grabbed her, he released her and stood up. He pulled the drapes completely shut and locked the door outside with the double latch.
'Take off your clothes," he hissed, loosening his own belt buckle. "I want to see you naked."
Kathy pressed her young body recoilingly down into the cushions of the couch as she watched him begin to remove his clothes from his husky body. She wanted to sink into the sofa and close out the shocked horror of seeing him naked in the light but she was frightened that he might suddenly approach her across the room without her seeing him. Only seconds later for him to be standing completely naked in front of her, his long thick penis rigid under his surprisingly-firm and muscular stomach, standing up like a huge, leaf-stripped tree trunk. He twisted his face at her in a lewd grin as he curled his fingers around his cock just under the tightly-stretched foreskin, moving the loose skin back and forth over the rubbery, one-eyed head.
"How do you like that, baby?" he said, smiling at her nastily, lewdly enjoying the shock and surprise on her young innocent face. He watched her helplessly-cringing mouth, with a wicked light flaring behind his eyes, as her full, panting young lips trembled.
"I'll bet that your boyfriend never owned anything like this to ram into you," he said tormentingly, watching the spreading dismay flickering over her face like shadows under swiftly-moving rain clouds. Kathy tried to squeeze words out of her fear-constricted throat, but she felt paralyzed. She felt like a hardened wax figure where she crouched on the sofa as he persistently stroked his monstrous cock, peeling it back till the foreskin stretched tautly up to the thinly-seeping slit at the tip, and moving up again until the skin was puckered like a tightly-closed eye. Despite her fear and revulsion, her blue eyes focused in again on the fleshy, hard member in his fist.
My God, it was twice the size of Roger's!
Without being able to help it, Kathy found her inner mind wondering how any woman could take such a huge thing inside her, inside her vagina without splitting her wide open. Ted Dorsey was massively built and he knew it. He stroked his cock in front of her openly and unashamedly for a moment longer, enjoying the frightened expression on her young face as she looked wide-eyed and disbelieving at the lust-hardened length of it.
He edged menacingly toward her.
"D-don't put your hands on me," Kathy finally stammered through the suffocating envelope of fear. She was certain there was no escape from this ordeal that he was going to rape her helpless young body right there no matter how much she begged him not to do it.
"Are you going to strip off your clothes, or do you want me to rip them off?"
Kathy was completely immobile, hopeless desperation chilling her mind. There was nobody to help her and she was at his mercy, especially since he knew she wanted to keep singing with him until she had her "big chance" in San Francisco...
She saw the hairy back of his hand brush past her face and grasp the back of her head as he reached down to pull her up to his naked body. Jerking her suddenly up, he put his hands on both sides of her face and held her head captive while he again pressed his hot lips tightly around hers, shoving his snake-like tongue down deep into the moist warm cavern of her mouth. She fell limply against his body, feeling the stiffness of his rock-hard penis against the soft flesh of her jersey-covered stomach. She felt a last minute sense of urgency to escape rush through her body and shatter like crystal with the pain of his thumbs crushing into her temples.
"Be good to me baby," he whispered into the dark recesses of her mouth, "and both of us will get what we want with no sweat."
Kathy felt his hands release her face in a daze as they moved to her waist and crept crab-like to the buttons on the back of her jersey. With a tearing jerk he ripped all the buttons away and put the flat palms of his hand on her smooth back sliding them toward her white shoulders, shoving the thin, clinging material away from her skin as he did so. She pressed her ripe, still-covered young breasts tightly into his bare chest in an effort to prevent him from stripping them of their protection. He pushed her impatiently away and pulled the jersey down over her arms, throwing it to the floor at their feet, and stood back to gaze fiercely at her fully-exposed breasts now standing defenselessly out in the open air. He reached out and grasped the pale milky mounds as he fell to his knees in front of her and thrust his tongue into the deep oval of her navel. Then he slid his fingers down the gentle curves of her waist and hooked his fingers under the top of her hip-hugging shorts, peeling them slowly down over her full, rounded hips, the leotards coming down at the same time, leaving them lying in a wrinkled heap between her still-covered ankles.
There was no reason left for modesty. She stood quailingly before him, naked as a fresh-born virgin from its mother's womb. She balanced precariously, her ankles still helplessly trapped in the leotards as his tongue continued probing hotly at her navel. The hot wetness sent a flooding wave of heat through her insides, and she suddenly found herself clinging to his slowly-bobbing head to keep herself from falling backward. Taking her action to mean she had totally surrendered to his relentless advances, he let his tongue glide hotly down her stomach to the soft, blonde curling triangle of her pubic hair and through its sparse fineness into the moistly-pulsating little slit up between her legs.
Kathy leaped away from the sudden thrilling contact with the tiny hidden clitoris already fluttering to life down between her thighs and losing her balance, toppled backwards onto the cushions of the couch. The impact momentarily knocked the breath from her and she sprawled indelicately on her back, her knees splayed wide as she landed.
Ted Dorsey yanked the last remaining stitch of clothes from her ankles and picked up her rigid young body as she fought to shut her wide-flung legs from his view, carrying her in stiff-legged strides to the bed. He dropped her from waist-high and spread her long resisting legs again as she fell and bounced on the bedspread. He dug his hard-nailed fingers harshly into the tender insides of her fleshy white thighs and prevented her from scissoring them shut. Her eyes were open wide in stunned terror as he kneeled onto the bed and forced his shoulders between her knees, her widespread young pussy-lips fully open and throbbing up at his hungrily-peering eyes. She saw him raise himself down between her helplessly-resisting thighs, and he crouched on all fours grinning avidly like a wild-eyed animal looking at a cornered victim about to be devoured. The moistly-glistening pinkness of her widely-spread vagina was presented up to his feasting eyes like a helpless sacrificial offering as Kathy lay frozen to the mattress. She felt violently-humiliated, as his eyes moved up and down the wetly-pulsating lips of her virginal young vagina.
His fingers crawled up the resilient pale skin to the top of her thighs and he placed his thumbs in the soft, curl-lined furrow sheltering her womanhood. Slowly, with a lewd, lascivious smile, he parted the moistly-sucking flesh and exposed the hot humid inner folds to the entrance of her moistly-cringing young pussy. He watched it throbbing gently like a terrified red-mouthed animal for a moment, lust and greed mixed in his mortifying gaze, and growling like a wild beast he dropped his burning mouth claspingly down between her legs and burning mouth claspingly down between her legs and buried his thrusting tongue deep up into the close-walled warmth of her cunt.
She heaved and jerked, a fear-and-lust frenzied moan slipping through her parted lips. She ground her firmly-rounded young buttocks hard down into the mattress, trying to separate her assaulted female genitals from his lust-crazed tongue and lips.
"Oh, God! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she shrank and whimpered under his depraved sucking and licking. She strained her head upward off the mattress to look down between her breasts and watch the nightmare attack in horror, unable to believe that this was actually happening to her fresh young body, seeing his ravenous face rocking and pitching like a crazed animal down between her spread-eagled legs below.
"It's not true. It's not true," she cried piteously again and again inwardly, as her head thrashed wildly under the force of her humiliation, her blonde hair whipping silkenly about her tear-streaked cheeks. His tongue continued to moistly slither in and out of the unwillingly-dilating lips of her cunt. His lips were working hotly and slavishly down there in the thin, narrow split between her legs, and in spite of her debilitating fear and disgust, she felt the tiny alarms of forbidden pleasure tingling down deep in her belly. She groaned softly for a moment and pressed her palms tightly onto her gently-rocking hips while her velvet-skinned breasts danced lightly on her chest as he flicked his hotly-spearing tongue harder and harder into her now-moistly lubricating vagina. His searching hands roughly slipped over the honeyed skin of her stomach and clasping hungrily into the swelling white orbs, stopping their delicate bouncing movements and teasingly rolling the small, bud-like nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. As he wetly slaved in the flooding membranes of her openly-exposed cunt, his wide-open eyes stared over the thinly-tangled blonde pubic hair at the base of her heaving young belly and his dark, kneading fingers on her creamy breasts. He was watching her shame-distorted young face with its flaring nostrils for the first tell-tale signs that she was losing the torrid battle with her own voluptuous bodily emotions.
Kathy lay in paralyzed submission under his perverted gaze, his probing tongue and fingers wracking her helplessly-trapped body with rising passion. She knew there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him as the warm helpless tears of frustration streamed down over her cheeks, and she was momentarily flooded with regret she had ever joined the band. She could hear the obscene sucking noises that Ted Dorsey was making as his tongue swirled hungrily and insistently up between her wide-splayed thighs, and she tried to drown out the sound by saying over and over again to herself, "Oh, God, how could she ever stand face-to-face with him again after he had subjected her to this horrible perversion, crouched down between her open legs on all fours like a noisily-lapping animal? He was degrading her more than she had ever thought possible, and there was nothing she could do to stop him without destroying her whole future, and it was too late for her virtue. Oh, why did she ever get into this? Why couldn't she forget all about that and say to him, 'Stop! You can't do this to me! I'm leaving now'." But she said nothing, and her breath came in heated pants now, in spite of her inward protests.
With cruel satisfaction, Ted watched the changes flickering over her innocent face, increasing the licking intrusions into her widening vaginal opening. This'll teach the teasing little bitch to suddenly get virtuous after agreeing to let the whole group fuck her to get the job, he thought to himself. She's flaunted her snooty young body in front of one virile man too many now. She had used her delicious flesh like an unreachable vessel of goodies long enough, and now, by God, he was going to get inside it and sample a little of everything she had. Before he let her up off that bed, she would be begging him to give her more cock, she would be screaming for him to fuck her once and for all stretching her tight little pussy until she felt her belly was going to burst open. And he'd do it, and she would never forget it, so help him! Chuckling softly over her now slowly-moving cunt, he hooked his hands under her stiffly-held legs and forced them up, shoving them back toward her torso with his shoulders until they pressed tightly onto her milky belly, the knees denting into her ripe young breasts. Then lifting her smoothly-rounded buttocks, he forced her knees back until they touched the mattress on either side of her passion and pain twisted face, exposing the flattened, blonde-haired pubic area to his lusting eyes. He knew this would etch into her nerves like acid, and he pointed his flicking tongue and pushed the saliva-soaked tip into the tiny puckering asshole quivering helplessly up between her openly-spread buttocks.
She felt the searing unexpected lash of his wetly-hot tongue as he slithered it into her involuntarily twitching little anal mouth and she throatily groaned through her parched lips. She tightly clenched her eyes shut in anguish and stretched her lips back over her teeth, tortured by the heated inspirations of lust flashing uncontrollably through her aching body.
"Ughhhhhhh, God, please don't! Please don't!" she begged, struggling desperately to tighten her muscles and clench-shut her anus between her buttocks, but his heavy weight held her immobile. He grunted his amusement between her helplessly-spread ass-cheeks and speared his lashing tongue even farther into her tight little rectal hole.
"Ughhhhhhh," she moaned again as tiny forbidden shivers blew over the cool white surface of her skin, racing over her heaving breasts and down the curving slope of her naked buttocks.
Kathy cried chokingly beneath him as suddenly she felt her control of her aching body leaving her in spite of the humiliation and shame she felt at the bargain she had made and now was being forced to live up to. Her flesh-invaded anus, without her conscious volition, suddenly rebelled and clamped hotly around his tongue as her open buttocks ground hard up against his cheeks in unwilling response to his squirming thrusts. Hot molten rivers of wildly-wicked sensation coursed through her veins and she felt her nakedly-exposed clitoris swell as the tip of his grinding nose rubbed hotly into contact with it.
"Stop! Oh, God, stop! I can't!" she groaned out in helpless anger and frustration as the full realization that she was losing all control of her young body struck her with full force and she knew that she would soon turn into a shameless slut-like creature before his delving eyes. She desperately tried to separate her frenzied mind from her sensuously-trembling body as she attempted to regain power over herself, but the increasingly vigorous snaking of his hotly-licking tongue reached into the dark centers of her being and dragged her back to the lurid reality of her fiery, saliva-soaked loins under his face.
After a long and desperate wrestling match between her mind and her body, a sudden cloudburst of sexuality drenched her brain in heated confusion.
Her feverishly-aroused body, seemingly fleshed with erectile tissue, betrayed her completely and she began to slow, constricted undulating movement beneath the pressing heaviness of his body, seeking to answer the long curling looping of his tongue up inside her now hotly-throbbing anus. In her abandonment, her fingers tangled themselves tightly in the hair of his bobbing head and crushed his hungry mouth so heavily to her rectal lips that his nose was buried softly above in her well-lubricated cuntal slit. Her shame and humiliation deserted her to her overwhelming lust and her young body flushed wildly with the heat of her excitement.
Ted Dorsey curlingly licked the inner ridges of her asshole as he felt the hotly-flowing juices of her vagina suffocatingly cover his face. Then, when he could not wait for breath any longer and lifted his head slowly lapping his moist tongue across the fleshy bridge between her pinkly-glowing anus and the thin, vertical - now passion-drenched mouth of her pussy, he slithered his stiff, out-thrust tongue deeply into her eagerly-waiting cunt. He knew she was ready to spread her legs voluntarily and he fucked now and the thought stirred the building cum deep in his balls as he felt the wet, hungry little sucking movements of excitement beginning in her inner cunt-walls. He could feel the tickling sensation as the silkily soft pubic hairs brushed the sides of his cheeks as she ground her now fully-aroused young pussy up and down against his face, her back arching painfully as she pushed her circular buttocks longingly toward the firmness of the mattress.
Ted Dorsey raised his head from her juice-flooded silken-haired vaginal slit and looked lasciviously up at her tortured young face. Her days of hiding her supremely-exciting young body from the rude invasion of men's eyes and hands were over. She was writhing wildly on the mattress, her busy hands struggling to pull his rapacious lips back to her hungrily-dilating pussy. Now, by God, he thought, she's going to get fucked, and she would never forget it. Already she was lusting for a cock, any cock she could leech into her hotly-flowing little pussy, and he would fill her up and her cunt would never be the same again after he had stretched and tamed the unused wildness of their fleshy little inner walls with his still-growing hardness. He obscenely pulled his lips grinningly back over his teeth as he watched her savagely thrashing nakedness down beneath his gaze and locked his hands on her shoulders, fastening her upper body to the mattress while the heaving moons of her buttocks still pounded and pitched crazily below on the mattress. Now she's going to get a cock, all right, and he'd give it to her hard and deep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Listening with widely-interested eyes at the door from the bathroom into Kathy's room of the motel, Ed Kirwin licked his lips eagerly as he heard their new vocalist's young voice quiver with hot excitement as she groaned and twisted under the band leader's tongue-led persuasions. Tom's hand slidingly moved over the moistening head of his pulsating penis and slipped down the thick shaft to the coiling black pubic hairs surrounding his balls. His eyes rolled and glared at the young female piano player, Ruby Rogers', tightly-screwed face pressed to the door in lustful fascination as he spread the open fly of his pants wider and pushed his jockey shorts farther away from his ever-growing testicles.
"Turn around," he growled softly to her, "and lift your skirt up over your ass so I can see your cunt!" His face contorted in an animal grimace when she looked at him, her eyes dazzled by his upstanding cock. She turned around and leaned over balancing herself on the edge of the bathtub with one hand. Her right hand was still out of sight under her short blue skirt as she continued fingering the spread lips of her own vagina. When she bent over, she reached behind her and lifted up the thin material of her skirt to reveal that she was not wearing panties, and he could see the jerkingly-flicking finger buried in the soft brown pubic hair where her rigid clitoris was responding to her fingertips.
"Spread your legs wider," Ed said huskily as he moved closer to the jiggling white orbs of her ass-cheeks, aiming his rock-hard prick at the pinkly-wet pussy furrow running up between her thighs.
She moved her feet farther apart and felt the cool air on the flowing juices of her cuntal lips and on the tiny puckering anus. He approached her stiff-legged and rested the huge head of his burgeoning penis between the widespread opening to her cunt.
"Jesus, baby, listening to that little bitch getting it next door has made me so hot I'm going to ram my cock all the way up to your fucking throat," he said, and he tightened the muscles of his buttocks as he prepared for the first thrust into her nakedly-upturned cunt. He released his burning shaft as the smooth rubbery head stuck in the wet hair-fringed opening and placed his hands firmly on her already slowly-gyrating hips. Then he plunged deeply and sadistically through the dark, searing tunnel of her open pussy, sinking all the way up into it until he felt the tight rubbery walls of her womb close hotly around the heavily-pulsating head.
"Oh, God, you're killing me!" Ruby whimpered. "Ohhhhh, don't move it!" She felt his bone-hard cock rip through her vibrating vagina and smack its huge blood-filled tip back hard against her cervix. She felt skewered on his long, thick penis, and fought to keep from screaming out loud. She knew that that young bitch vocalist, getting her first real fuck in the next room, would be able to hear her if she did.
Ed's fingers dug painfully into the smooth white skin of her buttocks, and he hissingly told her, "Shut up, bitch! Start your hot little pussy swiveling back on my cock, and don't forget to milk my balls with your fingernails." He caused his prick to jerk suddenly inside her and felt her flinch her cunt muscles up inside to get away from the searing pain, but then she started slow churning motions, small at first but soon becoming larger and longer as her cock-filled cunt got used to his hardness up inside her. Her fingers left her quiveringly-erect clitoris and scraped down lightly over his huge hanging balls where they were pressed to the widely-stretched, hair-circled lips of her now wetly-secreting vagina.
Now that the full length of his lust-hardened prick had been absorbed all the way up inside her back there and the sudden, abrupt pain had left her, she slowly began to relax and enjoy the fucking he was beginning to give her.
She thought back to the first time, right after she had joined Ted Dorsey's combo as the piano player. They didn't play around, either, knowing that she was no virgin and would not need a gentle breaking-in like the girl in the next room now. Both Ed and Ted had sucked her and fucked her the first night before they played on the stage. She hadn't been able to believe it was happening to her. Sure she had been fucked before, and more than once, but never like that. While Ed watched with an obscene grin on his face, she had been made to do all kinds of things to Ted, and then Ted watched while Tom thought up some more. The funny thing was that she had started enjoying it. Then, after the first week, she couldn't wait for them to do all those things to her. Now this little blonde singer was going to be taken through the same thing, but slower.
Ruby felt a sudden twinge of jealousy flutter through her body, wondering whether Ted would like fucking the new girl better than her. It made her slightly jealous to think of his cock pistoning in and out of the other girl's soft buttery pussy, and yet as the same time, she was lewdly excited by it, and she voraciously ground her warmly-rounded ass-cheeks back against Ed's belly and worked her hotly-simmering young cunt downward until she could feel his balls pressing tightly into her straining little clitoris.
Ruby felt Ed's huge stiffness throb heavily and pump faster up inside the hotly-clasping walls of her pussy as a moan made of a mixture of pleasure and pain drifted to them from the bed in the other room. She closed her eyes to form a mental picture of their nakedly-locked bodies and concentrated on the sounds from in there while she fucked back hungrily at the vigorously-thrusting cock skewering into her from behind.
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Kathy had heard Ted Dorsey's voice, almost unrecognizable in its animal harshness as he said, "Spread your legs wide, baby. Now I'm going to fuck it." She shrank from his obscene speech, but her body involuntarily raged with excitement as she thought of how he was using her young virginal body like a lowly street whore, and she let him push into the widespread nakedness up between her legs without resisting. Waiting for him to settle into position with gasping breath, she glanced down and saw how the whole of her lewdly-displayed young cunt was exposed to his avidly-feasting eyes as his ever-thickening cock poised at the narrow red lips of her cunt.
He pressed the semen-slickened head of his prick in the thin, wetly-pulsating groove of her waiting pussy and mercilessly dug into her heaving white breasts with his fingers as he leaned down and forced his flicking tongue deep into her mouth and she tasted for the first time the sweetly-warm juices of her own vagina where he had licked her before. She shamefully discovered that her traitorously-responding hips were grinding down of their own accord into the soft resisting mattress as she savored the burning contact of his huge penis against her well-lubricated cuntal lips.
"You're a hot fucking little bitch," he mumbled into her open mouth as it ovaled around his teasingly-thrusting tongue, and his passion-heated saliva trickled downward onto her flushing cheeks. He sucked greedily at her now willingly-answering tongue, picturing in his mind his long, hardened penis poised at the mouth of her young virginal slit. "You're about to get screwed until you squirm on my fucking cock begging for more, and I'll screw you more until you'll think I'm going to cum all the way up inside-your throat."
Kathy lay paralyzed under the lewd, obscene words spewing from his slavering lips into her mouth and she felt a last desperate attempt to resist the degradation he was about to force upon her swell up inside her and die away in defeat as his relentlessly-prodding cock suddenly found its mark and insinuated itself slowly, teasingly, up into the tiny cuntal opening between her widespread thighs. He grunted above her and ground his pelvis harder into her naked lions until the fullness of the huge head popped into her moistly-squirming cunt. The small, elastically-resisting slit was stretched painfully wide as the heavily-prying cock forced its way deeper and deeper into her aching vagina.
"Aaaaaaagh," she grunted in her agony, the pain making her bite down onto his darting tongue.
He shoved, pushing his invading prick another inch into her tight, unused little pussy, raising his head to watch the effect it was having on her.
"Ohhhhh! Nooooooo! Please, Ted. Oh, God, don't! It hurts!" She was suddenly screaming in terror as her eyes opened wide and saw his leering grin fastened on her tortured young face. My God, she thought, he's ripping me apart down there! And he's enjoying it! He enjoyed the intense expressions of pain passing over her face as he wedged his blunt-hard instrument into her defenseless vagina. She felt lost and completely alone as she had never felt before.
The leer suddenly faded from his face and a furrowed look of animal lust took its place. The sight of this white-bodied young girl hopelessly impaled on the head of his heavily-bloated cock where it was relentlessly disappearing into the thin blonde hair of her pussy drove him out of his mind.
He had to fuck that tight little cunt, and he couldn't hold back any longer to torture her with his own lewdness.
He pinned his elbows to the sides of her helplessly-churning body so she could not escape, and he threw himself onto her, bringing his hips down at the same time and his long, thick cock raged like a charging bull up the soft dark tunnel of her moist, hot cunt parting the vaginal walls like riffling, wet pages before it. The raging cyclopean prick would not stop until it screwed its way all the way in and his tightly-packed balls slapped heavily into the uplifted mounds of her ass and his coarse black pubic hair was grinding down hotly on her tiny, pinkly-throbbing clitoris.
"God! Aaaaaaagh God!" she shouted at the ceiling. She had never felt a cock inside her before, and it seemed to her that she had been cruelly split in half as he jammed his hardness into her without caring what it did to her. And now it was throbbing deep inside her belly like a huge, rhythmically-breathing whale filling her insides. So tightly did her virginal young cunt walls clasp onto it that she could feel its shape and the wildly-racing pulse pumping through the veins beneath it up in her seemingly forever ruined vagina.
Kathy was afraid to move a muscle fearing more searing pain, and she lay stiffly under his heavy body as he breathed hoarsely at her ear. Then he flexed his heavily-imbedded cock and its thickness rose into her another incredibly long quarter of an inch.
"Don't! Don't move," she cried, afraid she was being tom apart.
"I told you you were going to get fucked, baby. You've got seven and a half inches of hard cock in you now, and I'm going to ream you out good." He tightened his buttocks again and for emphasis to his words flexed his rigid penis deep up inside her belly. "Agggggh!" she grunted in hurtful refrain, her beautiful young face reflecting the heightened pain. Her head was arched back on the bed, the smooth honey-colored neck stretched, the tendons taut. The lids of her tightly-closed eyes flickered as she sought to contain his rock-hard hugeness within her widely-distended pussy.
"How is it, baby?" he asked, grinning over her impaled form.
She could not answer, pain swelling her throat.
"Is it good?" he asked, more demandingly this time, giving her a circular grinding movement without backing off. "I asked you a question, goddamn it!" he finally shouted at Her tortured mask of innocence, his breath flying at her features from his sadistically-twisted mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, yes!" she answered him at length, feeling the movement of her lungs to speak increase the pressure she felt in her belly.
'Tell me what it is you like," he insisted, speaking through his bared teeth.
"W-what?" she managed to ask with difficulty.
"Tell me what I'm doing to you, I said," he demanded unfeelingly.
"I - I - can't! Don't make me," she implored in anguished tones.
"Tell me!" he demanded, putting more of his strength behind his seemingly endless cock as he forced it farther inside her already full cunt and made it swell in circumference, as he reveled in her increased suffering.
"Agggggh, God. Don't! I can't!" She struggled miserably to hang onto the last vestiges of her innocence and modesty. She knew that if she gave in to this it would be the final humiliation and surrender. She would have no right to pride again, and she would be completely at his mercy forever. He had forced his way through her virginity and sense of decorum, erasing her self-respect with his lust-hardened penis, knowing she was anxious not to lose her chance at singing. She just couldn't let him force her into speaking those salacious words with his lewd gaze watching the obscene words form on her trembling lips. She couldn't, but he was going to make her do it.
He rammed it deeper and roughly bruised his fingers into the white skin of her shoulders at the same time.
"Say it, you little blonde bitch."
Her eyes stung as he spat down the obscenities at her, and she was sobbing around the words as they came out. "Ohhhhh! Do it to me! You're inside me, do it to me!" she cried as her resistance was broken.
"Not that way, use prick and fuck. Say it!" Suddenly the dam preserving her deepest defenses broke and the sounds flooded out. "Ohhhhh, God, your cock is filling my cunt. Fuck it! Ohhhhh, fuck my pussy!" The last obscenity hissed reluctantly through her tightly-clenched teeth and her cheeks were streaming with tears as she realized he had finally destroyed the last remains of her youthful decency. Nothing would ever be the same again and she wished his fiery, hardened cock were a flaming sword killing her in her final degradation. She was little better than a common whore! "I'm a whore!" she sobbed. "Oh, God! Just a horrible little whore!"
Ted Dorsey saw the last determined reluctance leave her features and heard the forbidden words shape in her red-lipped young mouth as her hips began slowly undulating against her imprisoned body, feeling the succulent resistance inside her widely-stretched vagina. He fastened his greedy mouth over hers tasting the agonized moans as they escaped her throat and started a short-stroked fucking motion with his hotly-sheathed cock. God she's tight! he thought to himself as he moved relentlessly back and forth. Then he could feel the wresting narrowness of the vaginal passage opening perceptibly and felt the lubricating juices hotly drowning his heavily-straining prick. It was then he knew that it wouldn't take long to turn her sickened moans of pain into lewdly-abandoned grunts of pure animal lust. Already he could feel tiny answering movements in her smooth young belly as her full rounded buttocks began churning lightly under him, and his balls dangling heavily down against her tiny, nakedly-exposed anus.
Until now, he knew, she had thought of herself as a pure innocent girl who had the world on a string by virtue of her remote desirability. Well, now she would see what it was all about, he thought. He could see that she had kept hidden away inside her a hot side of her nature that he was suddenly getting turned on.
Kathy knew that she had finally reached the point where she would lose complete control of her flesh-impaled body, and it was as if she had been standing off to the side somewhere watching this happen to a total stranger as she felt a sudden change begin deep down in her heavily-filled belly. She no longer had any good reason not to give in to the hot lodestone of desire he had dug into with his probing cock, and she was surprised and shocked to feel violent waves of pleasure rush through her as Ted's slowly-sliding hardness thrust wetly into her throbbing cunt.
Suddenly she hunkered her body as far away from his as she could and then threw herself writhing violently into the fullest contact with his body she could get and she gurgled out her lewdly-rising passion up into his searing wet mouth, her tongue lashing around his as it snaked prick-like toward the back of her throat. She gurgled incessantly in the depths of her belly as she felt his burgeoning cock slicing rhythmically into her open cunt.
Sensing that he did not have to hold her under him any longer, Ted moved his hands down to knead the resilient white cheeks of her ass, remembering the soft, sensuous jiggling movements her ripe young buttocks had made as she had sang the whore's street-song that first night of her try-out with the band. His fingers dug painfully into her from below and he slammed her naked lions harder against him, feeling her arch her body up to him even further as she sought to have him screw even deeper into her cuntal hole as it clasped tightly and hungrily now around his burgeoning penis.
The agony for Kathy had lessened now, and she felt her legs, of their own accord, spreading wider on either side of his humping body, her calves and ankles jerking wildly out in the air. She could feel his heavy, sperm-laden balls slapping harder and harder against her lions, and her tiny flexing anus quivered and trembled down beneath her wetly-assaulted cunt.
Dorsey's heavy, lust-hardened penis pummeled wildly up into her open young pussy as it slipped in and out in a long, smooth pistoning motion. He teased the fingers of his right hand over the bouncing, firmness of her ass-cheeks until he found the small, circled lips of her anus and lightly tickled the tiny puckered hole. He twirled closer and closer to the rhythmically-flexing center of her squinting anus until his finger was moistened with her perspiration and excitedly trickling cuntal juices. Then he abruptly flicked at the softly-clenched pinkness and buried his middle finger up in it to the first knuckle. She tried to squirm away from his invading finger but there was no escape. She could only whimper helplessly around his flashing tongue as she felt herself being fucked both in the front and back, his finger massaging at and teasing the buried hardness of his cock through the thin membrane separating her burning pussy from her rectum. Uncontrollably her eagerly-pulsing clitoris rode up and down the smooth fleshy length of his rigid cock like a short stick on a picket fence, flipping over the rubbery crown like a tiny springing catapult.
Spurred on by her cock-wrenching fury, Ted flexed the muscles of his right arm and drove his middle finger all the way up into her anus until the palm of his hand slapped resoundingly against her rounded buttocks.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped painfully, and he revolved the tip of it around deep inside the walls of her rectum deliberately, savoring her suffering and stretching her as wide as he could down there.
"Oh, God! It hhhhhhuuuuurrrrrtttttsssss!" she screamed up into his throat, her breath hissing like steam in his mouth. He speared his ivory-hard prick more ferociously as her relentlessly-impaled body writhed under him like a stormy white sea of flesh.
Then slowly, her finger-filled young anus stretched enough to accommodate his lewdly-probing finger and she backed down onto it eagerly as she continued grinding hotly and hungrily up against his deeply-imbedded cock with her wetly-clasping pussy. He laughed obscenely onto her shamelessly-sucking mouth when he felt her anus swivel and churn back down onto his out-thrust finger, making his cock jerk inside her like a whipping cattle prod.
Ceasing his squeezing and pinching of her buttocks with his other hand, he captured her clenched fingers in his and guided them down under her own rhythmically-jerking ass-cheeks and forced her fingers around his cum-bloated balls. Her fingers raked over their sperm-filled softness and then grabbed their double fullness through the tautly-stretched skin and pulled them fiercely, her palm feeling the plump wetness of his prick as it drove ceaselessly up into her blonde-fringed pussy.
Dorsey let the palm of his hand feel her fondling his balls while his fingers tickled the tightly-locked lips of her cuntal mouth around his driving cock as tight as a slippery, butter-filled glove. She wriggled under him in wild abandon now and her pussy became greedier and greedier as it blossomed into juicy heat, the walls of her vagina swallowing his heavily-throbbing hardness as though it were a starving little animal.
The smooth inner tendons of her thighs quivered incessantly now under him, and he knew she was beginning the race to a shattering orgasm, the likes of which she had never had.
Her eager young loins thrashed wantonly on the twin skewers of his cock and middle finger and she lashed her blonde silken hair from side to side against the mattress as she snapped like a whip with each wetly sucking sound of her hungrily-nibbling cunt. Her pink-nailed fingers milked his balls and he quickened his fucking tempo, the rampaging fury of his blood-swollen cock forcing deep visceral grunts from her throat, and he felt the thickness of his plundering prick growing and growing and growing...
He was fucking into her faster and faster now, his blood-hardened penis dipping deeper into the hotly-gushing fluids of her flooding vagina as she suddenly embraced his rolling hips with her thighs and legs and spurred him on with her heels kicking wildly at his heavily-driving buttocks. Her fingers teased and milked at his sperm-filled balls like the tits of a cow, and he felt the cum boiling and ready to explode through his prick like steam through an under-sized pipe. He waited, his mind swimming with frenzied lust, until suddenly he felt her shudder violently beneath him and grind her hotly-sucking pussy mouth hard up at the base of his stiffly-plunging shaft.
"Ohhhhh! Goooooood! Fuck meeeee! I'm cummmming! I'M CUMMMMMMING!" She churned her loins up onto his flashing rod and milked and jerked at his near-bursting balls, her eyes whirlpooling in wild, uncontrollable ecstasy.
Ted Dorsey felt the surge begin deep in the bristling sac at the back of his still-pistoning cock, electrified as if struck by lightning, as her fingers kneaded his balls and her orgasm-flooded pussy sucked hungrily while she was cumming, her orgasmic fluids exploding out, running lewdly down between the desperately clenched cheeks of her buttocks. The bursting tide rose through his aching prick too, until he felt it was a high-tension pole, and his sperm-rich cum spurted and boiled out like cream from a punctured aerosol can into the hot, sucking little mouth of her vagina, spattering hard back against the mouth of her cervix in quick, machine-gun-like bursts.
Ted and Kathy rocked on in the flooding lust of their dual orgasm until the cumming had faded away like thunder moving into the distance, and he collapsed heavily down onto her sweating young breasts, exhausted and emptied as he had never been before.
He sensed it when the frenzy of abandoned screwing let her back down and she suddenly realized what she had been doing. She shrank away from him, her body retreating like a wounded animal from his wherever she could draw away.
He raised his face a few inches above hers and grinned down over the flushed features and swollen lips still wet from his passion-driven kisses. "How'd you like that, baby?"
She twisted her face away from his and felt a choking sensation in her throat. She was so ashamed! She had responded to his dirty-minded couldn't open her eyes to look at his hovering face. He tweaked her softly-receding nipple painfully between his thumb and forefinger, and she winced, tears starting in the comers of her eyes. "I said, how did you like the fucking I gave you?" he repeated with a slight mocking tone in his voice. She cowered from the words and the unfeeling gruffness of his tone.
"It was good, Ted," she finally said in a listless answer. "Now go away and leave me alone." She wanted to have a good, self-pitying cry, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how far he had broken her aloofness. He had degraded her more than she would have thought possible, but she wasn't going to give him that final pleasure of seeing her go to pieces. Not if she could help it. She steeled herself for further obscenities from him, squinting her eyes shut to keep back the tears welling up inside her, and her throat was filled with a choking lump.
"Hold onto your horses, baby. My hard-on hasn't even gone down yet." He flexed the slightly-deflated cock in her belly and laughed. "See what I mean?" She was too mortified by his lewd words and actions to answer. Her full lips pouted downwards as she felt herself nearer to breaking down in front of him and she covered her face with one arm to protect herself from his watching eyes.
"Please, Ted, I have to shower and get ready for tonight. Please leave me alone now." She had a begging inflection to her voice now.
"We still have plenty of time. Maybe enough for another run-through, huh?" He taunted her and throbbed more blood into his now-wavering cock up inside her. There would be plenty of time to continue her education, he thought, and he backed away from her sperm-flooded young pussy till his cock sucked noisily out of her cuntal lips, warm white cum gathering at the mouth of her vagina like freshly-made cream before trickling slowly, in a thin tiny rivulet down the fleshy pink lips toward her finger-stretched little anus.
He placed a hand on her smoothly-curved hip and rolled her onto her side long enough to slap her there playfully with his deflating penis. Then he let her buttocks roll back onto the semen-soaked mattress as she moaned softly in her ultimate disgrace and humiliation.
Thank God, she said to herself as she heard the bathroom door open and close, and she fell apart tearfully with her face pressed into the mattress, her white, firmly-rounded young buttocks trembling uncontrollably as she sobbed out her frustration and anger at the lewd betrayal of her body.
* * *
The drummer fucked savagely into the wetly-clasping lips of Ruby Rogers's wildly undulating young pussy as he heard Kathy loudly screaming out her orgasm in the next room, and, using the smoothly-rounded curves of her hips as handles, he pulled her hungrily-swiveling little cunt even tighter back into his groin with each resounding thrust up the slitheringly-moist vagina. "Aggggghrrrrrr! Work over my goddamned balls, cunt. Pull the ever-lovin' cum right up into your hot fucking pussy!"
Ruby did as she was commanded, thinking of the bandleader, Ted Dorsey's huge cock wringing out the juices in their new vocalist's virginal young pussy and feeling her own clitoris jumping at her tightly pressed thumb as she pulled and milked at his cum-laden balls. Then she felt the sweet aching sensation deep in the muscles of her firm white thighs as she started climaxing in her whole body, from the roots of her wildly-flailing hair hanging in the bathtub to the tips of her toes.
"Ughhhh! I'm cumming, honey-fuck. I'm cummmmmming all over your hard-assed cock! I'M CUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM INNNNNNGGGG!" Her wildly-dancing breasts jiggled and dangled below her chest as she tried with her cunt muscles to suck his heavily-battering cock and excitedly-jerking balls right up into her voraciously quivering belly.
"I'm right with you, cunt. I'm cumming enough to fill your fucking cunt, right now. Nooooowwwww! I'm cummmmming!" He pounded his belly against her hotly-screwing back-buttocks as she squirmed dog-fashion toward his pile-driving hardness, seeing her tight, pink little anus dilate like persimmon-puckered lips as she hell-bent-for-leather rode his wildly-jerking cock to a frenetic climax.
His knees wobbled as the heavily-throbbing cum drained torrent-like up into her wetly-flooding pussy, and then slipped his deflating cock out of her still clasping-unclasping cunt with a lewd wet plopping noise as she squeezed her vaginal muscles, following his retreating penis out until the thin white droplets of semen seeped out through her parting cuntal lips and trickled wetly down the insides of her still-spread thighs.
"God! I can't wait to ram my cock into that new singer's hot little cunt!" he groaned as he grasped his softening prick and sagging balls in his hand. "No shit, I'm going to fuck the living daylights out of that uptight bitch."
Ruby resented his remarks as she straightened up from her animal-like posture, her completely-plundered pussy still throbbing between her legs like a laboring heartbeat. "You sonofabitch! You'll be lucky if you can get a hard-on for the next month. And it takes a lot more cock that you've got to satisfy a woman." She was jealous of the new piece of ass that their bandleader had just broken in, and she taunted Ed's virility in her fuming anger.
"Shut up, cunt!" he shouted at her and slapped his sperm-moistened hand viciously across her mouth, rubbing it in. "Get back to your room and wipe my cum off your legs, whore, before I change my mind and choke you to death on my pussy-soaked cock." He threatened her with the bobbing red head and started to reach for her tangled brown hair. Quickly she left the room with terror-stricken eyes as she saw his well-known sadistic streak rising to the surface. She had seen him that way more than once, and didn't care to suffer at his hands again for awhile. Just wait, she thought as she entered Ted's room through the bathroom door. Just wait till Ed gets his homy hands on that bitch, Kathy. She'd be sorry she ever waggled her innocent little ass into the audition that day.
CHAPTER SIX
The white-striped asphalt highway snaked over the undulating landscape in endless, arching repetition. From the crest of each rise you could see more of the same dead-ahead, diminishing to the horizon. The soil was a lurid red clay with sparse patches of green-shafted wheat just barely breaking through into the sun. It must have rained during the night here, for there were puddles lying in the low spots on the pavement like pieces of fallen sky, and the tires hissed and sent shining spray into the air when they splashed through the pools. Tall ragged-barked pine trees with ridiculous tufts of needles pronging near the tops stood in the wet fields as straight as telephone poles. Billowing white clouds were piling up in the distance like mounds of unwashed sheets.
Kathy rode in the middle of the front seat of the Mercedes-Benz with Ted driving and Ruby half-dozing against the window on her right. Jim's right hand rested familiarly on her left knee where he had let it drop after shoving a cartridge into the tape-deck. Grace Slick was singing "Don't You Want Somebody to Love" at peak volume in the enclosed car as they cruised at seventy miles per hour up and down the hills hypnotically.
Kathy thought back to the club-concert the night before. Ted had told her to consider it just another dress rehearsal for the big one in San Francisco, and she thought she had done very well, and he had confirmed her belief by praising her performance highly after they returned to the motel. She was extremely proud of herself, especially since she had gone to the club feeling crushed with self-pity and debasement. But when the crowd was buzzing and clinking glasses in front of her on the stand and she had felt the opening blues feeling of "Can't Help Loving That Man of Mine", she had shrugged her depression into the lyrics of the song and put her whole heart into it. She knew when she finished that one that she had learned something that afternoon which she had never known before -- she understood what musicians meant when they said 'You gotta pay your dues to feel it when you perform '.
Well, she had felt the mixture of sorrow and excitement the song carried in its words, and she had delivered them with a vengeance, better than she had ever managed before. She'd show Ted Dorsey and the whole group she wasn't easy to drag down into the gutter and be left there; she'd rise right up again and bring her whole being to her art.
She suddenly wondered if that's what he believed would happen if he caused her to suffer enough at his hands. She stole a glance at him out of the comer of her eye, seeing his hand now squeezing her soft flesh just above her stockinged knee. At rest driving the heavy car, staring dreamily at the road ahead, he didn't look like a cruel man. It was hard to believe he had treated her so shabbily in the motel. As she thought of the scene on the bed, she blushed involuntarily and her pelvis ached. Her breathing became a little unsteady and she felt shame all over again for behaving as he had forced her to behave. Even though she was disgusted by the memory, or so she told herself, she felt the nipples of her firm ripe breasts come to life and nudge at the cotton blouse reminding her of her own sexuality. She squeezed her thighs together to ease the tiny fluttering sensations she felt up between them, and Ted tightened his grip on her flesh, thinking she was responding to him.
"You feel good, baby. We're going to be all right together." He spoke consolingly, thinking she might be rehearsing his brutal near-rape of the day before. Jesus, he thought, she had to be the tightest fuck he had had in a long time. He just hoped he could get into her enough before San Francisco to turn her on to sex once and for all. And he knew she would hang in until she got a chance to do the big job on TV. He licked his lips thinking about what they would do before they got there, and he was further excited by the knowledge that she just might be good enough at singing to help him make it big again. It wouldn't take much, he thought, I'm really on an up-trip anyway, but she'll be the ticket back into the big-time.
Just thinking about the thin, warmly-clasping little cunt between her spread-eagled legs made his penis start climbing in his restricting jockey shorts like an Indian rope-trick. He slid the back of his fingernails up the thinly-clad inside of her thigh, pushing the short mini-skirt ahead of his hand as he moved toward the vee of her pelvis. He was suddenly stopped short as her hand grasped his wrist and held it firm.
"Don't! Not here with three of us in the front seat," Kathy whispered hoarsely, looking to see if Ruby's eyes were open. She was apparently still sleeping, her mouth hanging open slightly.
Ted's foot jerked on the accelerator, throwing them against the restraining back of the seat. The speedometer jumped from seventy to eighty-five in a few seconds. Then he held that speed and looked sidewise at Kathy. "Let go of my hand, Kathy. I want to touch your cunt... "
"Don't say that!" she said, interrupting him and releasing his hand.
"That's better. Now spread your legs a little." She did as she was told, her eyes covetly watching alternately the vibrating speedometer and the piano player, Ruby's, dozing face. She felt his fingers reach the top of her stockings and brush along her naked skin inches from her pubic vee. Uninvited, goosebumps rippled on the tender parts of her body, and she felt a little nudge of arousal strike at the base of her stomach.
Reaching the silken crotchband of her white bikini panties, he extended his middle finger and caught at the elastic legband, lifting it far enough to insert his finger in the soft curls of pubic hair compressed into the warm space enclosed by the panties. He probed into the soft mound of flesh until he found her warm cuntal slit and insinuated his finger into the opening, stroking up and down as he searched for the tiny pink bud of her clitoris.
She sighed nervously as his finger slid in between the sensitive red lips of her cunt and she felt a minute throbbing begin when he touched her quivering clitoris. She tried to cover what his hand was doing with her own in case Ruby should awaken. She would be so embarrassed if she should see what was going on!
The juices started hotly flowing around his finger, releasing the light female perfume of her excitement into the air in the car. Jim felt his penis urgently stiffening against his belly, and he edged the speedometer up to ninety, his throat becoming dry with his rising lust.
"Put your hand on my pants," he said hoarsely. "Feel my cock coming up."
"Noooo, Ted, we can't! Not here," Kathy whimpered. Ruby'll see us!"
"Do as you're told, damn it!" Ted shouted furiously.
"Wha-what?" murmured Ruby as she lifted her head and opened her eyes. Immediately she saw Ted's finger working up under Kathy's panties at her nakedly-exposed cunt and a flash of white-hot jealousy hit her, a wave of lustful heat invading her body at the same time.
Kathy tried to close her legs together when she realized that Ruby was awake, mortified to be seen being finger-fucked so openly between her cuntal lips.
"Goddamn it! Ruby, will you take this scared little bitch's hand and put it on my cock?" Ted ordered removing his hand from beneath Kathy's panties and zipping down his fly. He shoved his jockey shorts down below his balls so that he felt cool air on his rigidly-standing hardness and the soft skin of his slowly-filling balls.
Ruby smiled maliciously at her chance to humiliate the new girl and grabbed Kathy's right hand with both of hers and pushed it slowly toward the now-heavily pulsating head of his upright cock. Her shoulder pushed into the soft flesh of Kathy's upper arm as they struggled together. Finally Kathy felt the pulsing heat of his naked penis against the open palm of her hand and she saw Ruby's hand forcing her own to wrap tightly around the hardened flesh. Ruby's hands held hers in place for a long time, gently stroking it up and down the lust-stiffened shaft.
Ted reached up and set the rear-view mirror so that it captured the three feminine hands holding onto his burgeoning cock and his mammoth sperm-laden testicles bulging out of his open fly. He could see the horror on Kathy's face pushed protestingly against his velour shirt as she fought looking at his slowly-seeping cock-head and grinned as he decided he would force her to suck it while they sped along the highway.
He swerved around a fast-moving Plymouth and smiled at the startled look of the hick as he caught a glimpse of the two women struggling over his hidden loins. I'll bet that sonofabitch breaks his ass trying to catch up and get another look, he thought to himself.
He removed one of his hands from the steering wheel and grabbed a handful of Kathy's blonde hair, painfully pulling it by the roots as he tangled his fingers in the silken tresses.
"Ruby, pull up her skirt," he commanded. "I've got her head!" Out of the comer of his eye he watched Ruby lift the mini-skirt to reveal the skimpy bikini pants and the lacy straps of her garter belt. "That's a beautiful ass you've got, baby." He tightened his fingers in her hair as her hand started to pull away from his still-hardening cock. "Drop her panties, Ruby. I want to see that hot little cunt naked again. And keep your fucking hand on my prick, bitch, or I'll pull your hair out by the roots."
Ruby slipped down the panties, forcing the firmly-clenched thighs apart as she did so. She saw the youthful blonde pubic triangle exposed to the open air and felt a tingle down in her own hotly-quivering clitoris. God, it was going to be great to see the little bitch being made to squirm! She changed her position in the seat and rolled Kathy onto her side, Kathy's left thigh pressed with all its taut flesh hotly against her own, and jackknifed Kathy's right leg, forcing her knee down onto the car floor. Now Kathy's tiny puckered anus was bared between her spread white buttocks, and the hair-fringed lips of her cunt glistened in the sunlight. God! Thought Ruby, I would like to see her fucked in the asshole, screwed 'til she couldn't walk in her snooty little pussy. Ruby's vaginal juices wettened the inside of her thighs as she thought about a hard-shoving prick ramming into the soft, fleshy folds of the helplessly-trapped girl, the hanging balls at its thick base slapping the naked skin at the top of the full young thighs.
Kathy just couldn't believe what was happening to her. The tape was still rocking her ears with its guitar sounds and Janis Joplin, the tires were hissing furiously as they flew over the highway, everything outside the car was the same as ever, but she was being debased and humiliated in broad daylight with another young woman leaning over her nude buttocks watching her disgrace. She couldn't stand it! She would never be able to face anyone again if she didn't get out of that horrid situation before it was too late.
"Pleeeeeeease, Ted. Let me up! Don't!" she cried helplessly, but he only dug his fingers in harder, making her tighten her grip on his rigidly-stiff cock to brace herself against the pain and the anguish of her awkward, splayed position.
"Shut up! Play with it, baby; make it feel good and maybe I won't make you suck it.
She gasped at the obscene threat, her throat already constricting in horrible anticipation of having her mouth forced down onto the huge liquidly-seeping head of his penis, and she busily squeezed and stroked his hot, tight-skinned prick, grazing, her nails over his cum-distended balls on the down-stroke, hoping to bring him to a climax before he carried out his threat. The ridges of the surging hardness under her magenta-nailed hand aroused a sympathetic vibration in the inner reaches of her vagina, and she felt inward shame as warm, juicy fluids began oozing out of the walls inside her once-fucked pussy. She heard him moan his pleasure and jerk his still-enlarging prick in her hand as she cupped his huge sperm-bloated balls and teased them softly, anxious to make him cum quickly.
Ruby felt her own pussy really aching between her thighs, and she slipped her left hand inside the unbuttoned waistband of her form-fitted slacks, snaking her extended middle finger down through the curling brown pubic hair and on down into the slippery wet cuntal-slit, where she immediately found the hot pink bud of her eagerly waiting clitoris.
"UMMMMMMM!" she moaned as she got a firm grip on her pussy-mound and flicked her well-practiced finger around the swiftly-erecting clitoris.
Ted turned at the sound and saw what she was doing to herself, and he felt a new tremor pass up the length of his pole-hard shaft when he saw her finger-fucking herself with her eyes closed and her tongue wetly-licking her lips as she sat over the nakedly-trembling mounds of Kathy's upraised buttocks.
"What's the matter, Ruby baby? You getting hot pants, too? I'll throw a good fuck into you later. God! She's really getting to my cock!" His eyes glanced down at the speedometer as he depressed his foot another notch on the accelerator, and the Mercedes lurched up to ninety miles an hour.
Kathy felt the car jump forward and looked fearfully at the nearby speedometer and saw the needle quivering on ninety. Her pulse quickened and she stroked him faster with her hand. He's going to kill us! she thought frantically. If he cums at his speed we'll be all over the road! It suddenly seemed a way out of facing them after being disgraced and degraded the way she was now, and she loosened up her mind and body, smiling secretly to herself and giving in to the sensations flooding into her palpitating, flowing cunt. Her round smooth hips rotated back in a small circle as she ground her ivory thighs together, massaging her straining pink clitoris between them.
Ruby felt the lewd movement against her leg and suddenly pressed her extended finger down into her own moistly-hot cunt and jammed it as hard as she could through the tightly-resisting young flesh, her knuckles meeting the softly-padding cuntal hair. Jesus! She thought, that feels good! I want to get fucked too! Suddenly remembering a long-necked brown beer bottle she had emptied and thrown into the back seat, she sat up and slipped her black slacks down to her knees, freeing her flame-seared cunt, the twin moons of her smooth young ass-cheeks quivering excitedly as she reached back over the seat and found the bottle. She drained the last drop of beer from it and sank it deeply into her full wet lips and swirled her saliva-coated tongue around the top to lubricate it before sitting back with her thighs spread wide under the dashboard. Then she spread the tight, hair-lined mouth of her aching vagina and touched the bottle wetly to her open cuntal slit.
Ted saw what she was doing and thrust his bone-hard cock up toward Kathy's face in lustful fury. He forced her head down until he could feel his prick brushing her virgin lips, her teeth clamped desperately together. He pressed her face hard into his heavily-jerking cock wanting her to open us and suck the cum out of his balls.
"NNNNN!" she protested through her tightly-closed lips.
He pressed her lips into contact with his hard-fleshed cock again as he saw Ruby sigh and slouch down onto the brown-necked bottle.
"NOOOOOO!" Kathy groaned, jerking her hand frantically up and down the ribbed shaft of his threatening cock.
While her lips shaped the "O" of her protest, Ted rammed her straight down onto his hugely-pulsating cock-head and felt it scrape past her teeth and sink into her warm, wet mouth, her lips clasped around the crown and the tightly-stretched skin beneath it. He almost shot off his sperm-packed cum when he felt the hot wetness surround his plunging cock, but he clamped his buttocks together on the seat and gritted his teeth, wanting to enjoy what was happening longer. He knew she hated what she was doing, and that excited him even more, cum raging like white rapids in his balls. In the rear-view mirror he saw her cheeks bulging with the hugeness of his cock-head as her eyes squinted shut and her chin trembled in shame. He pushed the car up to a hundred miles an hour, the blood rushing to his veins like the air hissing by the windows of the forward-hurtling car.
Kathy felt his semen-dripping cock drive into her trapped mouth and withdrew her tongue into the back of her mouth trying to avoid contact with the tip of his hardened penis, but she could not keep it away, and soon her tongue was circling the tiny eye, licking away the pungent male fluid, exploring the velvety-smooth end until she found the scalloped ridge of the head. He shuddered as she rubbed the tip of her exploring tongue around the crown and she felt the speed increase once more as he flexed his ankle and pushed the accelerator closer to the floor. She could see that there was not more than an inch and a half before it was down as far as it would go, and she nibbled at his eager, vibrating cock and sucked it deep up into her gullet, sending her Ups down the ribbed shaft as far as they would stretch.
Her fear and shame suddenly changed into searing heat in her loins and she was sucking at his slowly-sawing penis, her hips circling and swaying in the air as her tight young pussy filled even more with the hotly-rising lubricating juices of her excitement.
Ruby heard the lewd wet slurping sounds of Kathy sucking Ted's stiffly-erect prick, and she fucked the beer bottle faster and deeper into her cock-hungry cunt until the bulging flare of its neck popped into the swelling wetness of the already widely-stretched lips. She was gyrating on the seat, her naked rounded buttocks bumping against the skin of Kathy's now whitely swirling ass. She opened her eyes and looked at the innocent young girl's naked buttocks grinding into contact with her own and suddenly wanted to touch the smooth skin herself. She slid her right hand from the glass bottle and took over the pumping motions with her left as she reached over to pinch the firm-ripe ass and flick her fingers into the perspiration-streaked crevice and down over the tiny puckered little anus, dipping teasingly into the hair-fringed cuntal slit clasped shut between the fleshy thighs.
Kathy responded to the prurient fingers probing her tightly-exposed anus and her moistened pussy without caring who it was caressing her, and she pulled her knee higher to let the finger work its way deeper into her hotly-pulsing vaginal lips. She knew then it was Ruby because the nail of the extended finger was long and sharp and thee finger was too small for Ted, besides his right hand still held her hair and was grinding her roundly-ovaled lips rhythmically up and down his blood-filled cock. Her alternately-bulging and hollowing cheeks blushed red in humiliation as her body wildly thrashed in her excitement. Then the finger was inside her clasping, flooding pussy and she felt herself being finger-fucked by another woman and liking it. Ohhh my God! What's happening to me? she screamed inwardly. Am I so depraved that I can enjoy being used like a whorehouse bitch? I deserve to die! She groaned around Ted's swifter thrusting cock and urged him to spill his boiling cum in her mouth like the filthy slut she was becoming, and she fucked and ground her heated young ass back onto the invading linger voraciously.
Ted felt his balls swelling to the bursting point and groaned deep in his throat as Kathy's mouth slipped obscenely down the length of his shaft until her protruding lips touched her own fingers clamped down around the thick base of his cock, her last three fingers clawing at his tight, excitedly-throbbing balls. She began sucking him greedily and jacking him off in short, quick strokes as she felt him close to cumming. Wildly he stomped his foot to the floor and watched the red needle of the speedometer wriggle its way up to the one-hundred-and-twenty mark, knowing she was driving him crazy the way she was sucking and jerking his rigid, thickening cock, and not caring. He took his eyes off the road and looked at Ruby fucking herself in her now wildly gyrating cunt with the bottle and finger-fucking the soft swaying pussy offered up to her from behind. He let Kathy's hair loose, and she sucked and bobbed over his bulging prick even more wantonly as he reached for her grinding, moon-like buttocks. He searched the moist swinging crevice between the widespread cheeks with his fingers until he found the tight, rubbery little ring of her anus, and without warning or hesitation wormed his middle finger in the tiny puckered hole up to the first knuckle, feeling his sharp fingernail scraping the inside of her rectum on the way in.
Kathy cringed painfully from his unexpected thrust, biting down hard on his saliva-soaked prick.
"OOOOOOOMPH!" she moaned around his still-growing cock, and finally deliciously settled back onto his rectum-invading finger, savoring her further degradation, twisting and grinding her buttocks back wildly on the fingers rapidly fucking both her throbbing cunt and her defenseless asshole. Soon she felt the rising waves of her own climax begin in the remote recesses of her belly and she thrashed wildly on the seat, slapping her resilient young buttocks against the other girl Ruby's nakedly-straining thighs.
She was cumming! Her hot finger-filled pussy was cumming! She felt the flood of juices rush over Ruby's eagerly-pistoning finger and gush out onto her thighs.
"Unnnnnnn!" she groaned, sucking hungrily at Ted's heavily-throbbing prick, and then she felt the rhythmic throbbing begin even deeper down in the thick root of his cock and burst splashingly up into her throat. She swallowed and swallowed again and again as the great, hotly-pulsating geyser of cum filled her throat with its burning hot fluid, her Adam's apple jerking up and down in her pale white throat.
"I'm cumming! Goddamn it, I'M CUMMMMMMING." Ted shoved his bursting cock into her mouth raising off the seat and ramming his finger all the way into her tightly-clenching anus till his knuckles struck the bouncing flesh of her ass.
"Me too! Ohhhhh, God! I'm cumming off too. Fuck harder! Suck his goddamn cock! I'M CUMMMMMING!" Kathy heard Ruby screaming and felt her fingerfuck her faster and faster wondering what the gushing splashing sounds were, like a man's hard-driving penis screwing Ruby's wetly-sucking pussy.
Then the sound of the orgastic groans died away and she could hear the hissing sounds of the car fish-tailing on the highway and lifted her head and licked her semen-covered lips to take it hungrily into her still-swallowing mouth. Then she saw Ruby, her head flung onto the back of the seat, her slacks down around her ankles, her desperately-straining thighs flung widely apart, her hand still pumping slowly at her cuntal slit with the wetly-glistening beer bottle. The fingers of her right hand, still wet with Kathy's orgasmic juices, obscenely massaged at her visibly-erect little clitoris as she finished her cumming with tightly-closed eyes, her tongue flicking hungrily around her lips.
"Jesus! That was fantastic!" Ted groaned as he got the careening car under control. Kathy turned and- hid her face on the plastic seat cover and shuddered in self-disgust. What had she gotten herself into? she asked herself. But she couldn't do anything to stop the aching pleasure still rippling through her loins, and she knew that whatever it was, she was going to stick with it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The club was roaring with applause and the whistles of an approving audience as Kathy bowed beside the microphone. The bright lights spotted on her now that she had finished singing "Little Girl Blue" with a sobbing, broken voice sweet with sadness, blinding her and sweat ran down her back from their heat. She finally got a nod from Ted and she disappeared through the side door toward the rear of the little stage and stepped into the dressing room. She flipped the switch on the revolving fan and stood gratefully in front of it as it wafted cool air over her body, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
She was good! She really was good, and everybody knew it. In fact, she was turning out after only five days on the road with Ted's group, to be a much better singer than she had ever been in her life. She wondered as she felt the perspiration evaporating and cooling her heated young body how much of it was due to singing for the first time with a really professional band and how much was because of the demanding course she had been subjected to in sex.
She heard Ted launch into an imitation of Stan Getz' Bossanova style, obviously a request from the admiring crowd, and she let herself drop exhaustedly onto the chair in front of the make-up mirror. She looked in the glass and saw herself, amazed at the outward innocence still radiating from her youthful face. She bent over and looked more closely, thinking she could see the hidden depravity somewhere deep in her bright blue eyes, but she realized suddenly that the only difference was only to be found deep inside, though her deeply-felt grief clearly had improved her renditions of the songs telling of suffering lovers.
She felt a sudden flood of gratitude to Ted and the others for the things they had done to her, things she had until that moment hated them for, even though she would never have antagonized them on that account. She had too much at stake.
She remembered back over the last two nights of orgiastic behavior and felt a pleasant warmth down between her closely-compressed thighs. First, Ed had come into the room with Ruby while Ted had been fucking her and Kathy was in the wild throes of multiple orgasm, and Ed had lain down beside her, avidly watching her getting fucked while Ruby noisily sucked his long, hard cock. Then he made Ruby get down on all fours on the bed and savagely fucked her dog-fashion before her very eyes, Ruby muttering such obscenities as she had never heard before.
Then the next night, Hank, the tall, quiet hatchet-faced bass player had practically raped Kathy while all the others watched laughing and doing the lewdest things imaginable. Hank hadn't said so much as one word to her before that night, and said nothing then either until he reared up and shouted that he was cumming and nearly split her open on his pile-driving cock, his huge hanging balls pounding against her upturned ass-like cream-filled punching bags.
God! she thought, what a hell of a cum I had that time, seeing the others nakedly watching and hand-fucking each other. It felt like the top of my head was coming off, and I thought I would never be able to walk again, Hank's cock was so goddamned huge!
But here I am, she thought, and my pussy seems none the worse for wear, I can sing like a saint, and I have absolutely nothing more to lose.
Her aching loins burned on the stool where she was sitting, and she slipped aside the gown slit all the way up one tapered long leg to massage and calm her moistening pussy. She was suddenly so excited by her own probing fingers that she saw in the mirror that her face was undergoing a change. Her lips were parted slightly as her breathing became heavier, and her eyes seemed heavy-lidded and sexy. She knew then what men saw in her and why their genitals rose up in lusting fury, eager to pump into her waiting young pussy-lips. She would feel the same way if she were a man. She imagined for a moment what it would be like, and she mercilessly forced two stiffened fingers around the restraining band of her silk panties and shoved them brutally into her wet, rubbery cuntal slit.
At that moment, while she felt a maddening wave of desire to be fucked flow through her young body, the door clicked open and she opened her eyes again to see Ed's eyes glinting darkly at hers in the mirror.
"Sonofabitch!" he said huskily, and he locked the door behind him, at the same time zipping down the fly on his tuxedo pants. Even before his deflated cock and low-hanging balls were completely freed from his jockey shorts, the blood was beginning to stiffen it and he brandished it gleefully as he took the two steps necessary to reach Kathy where she sat in front of the mirror, aghast that he had caught her playing with her pussy.
The sight of his thick-headed cock jerking to life sent flares of hot sexuality through her veins, and her fingers were suddenly sopping wet from her own wetly-flowing vaginal juices.
"I - I didn't hear you stop playing," Kathy stammered. It must be time for their twenty-minute break, and Ed would now want to fuck her for the whole twenty minutes since his burgeoning cock had already come to life.
"So I see, baby. But we have time to get in a quickie, and nobody'll be the wiser." He grabbed her soft upper arm and lifted her from the stool, smashing her mouth with his, putting her moist fingers around the now fully erect prick. His tongue lashed serpent-like into the warm cavern of her mouth until he felt her body press gladly against his and she began slipping the loose skin of his eagerly-pulsing cock up and down, squeezing his balls once at the bottom like lemons. Then he sucked his lips away from hers and said, growlingly, "How do you want it baby, suck or fuck?" His wickedly glaring eyes fell onto her partially-exposed breasts where they mounded fleshily up out of her low-cut gown.
"I --I--I've got to relax, have a drink, Ed. Wait until... "
"Wait nothing." he hissed. "Strip off that gown before you get it ripped." He thrust his fingers into the crevice between her firm, white breasts and tugged forcefully at the dress.
"Wait!" she cried, afraid he would tear the material. "Wait, I--I'll take it off." She put her hands behind her to lower the zipper down her back while he insinuated his fingers further down into the front of her dress and located an erecting nipple, which he pinched between his index and middle fingers.
Then the dress was folded on the back of a chair and she stood before him with her firm, white breasts billowing over the top of a purple half-brassiere, the pink buds of her hardened nipples set in the brown-red circles of her aureoles like flower-centers. Down below, covering her tufted blonde pubic hair, she wore only matching purple bikini panties.
My God, what a body this bitch has got! Ed thought to himself, admiring the long, columnar whiteness of her thighs, his eyes running over the firmness of her belly, the curving narrowness of her waist and on up to the ripe fruits of her raised breasts. I would like to look at her, and fuck her, and eat her all at the same time! She's got to be the finest piece I've ever dipped my wick into!
"Just stand in front of the mirror and do what you were doing," he ordered her gruffly.
"Wha--what?" Kathy asked incredulously.
"Stand in front of the mirror and finger-fuck yourself for me!" he spat out the words and grasped a handful of the smooth, warm flesh of her buttocks. "Do it!"
Looking at his hairy, large-knuckled hand slipping the skin up and down on his thickening cock in the mirror, she slid her right hand over the white smoothness of her belly and under the elastic of her thin, clinging bikini pants and found her quivering, erect clitoris bathed in her own cuntal juices.
His left hand roughly caressed the firm flesh of her buttocks, his prying fingers edging under the elastic waistband of her panties, his stiffly-extended middle finger slipping down between the crevice of the twin globes of her buttocks to tickle the hot, puckering anus hidden in the fleshy tightness.
Kathy stared fascinated at his bulging balls hanging under the huge cock, and could hardly believe the purple-veined thickness of his rigid shaft, but the gigantic, bulbous head of his prick was impossible! How had she taken that terrifying instrument into her own tiny cunt? She began swaying her rounded, full hips as her fingers became hot and slippery in her cuntal slit, and she felt his finger move slidingly in the wet space between her firm white buttocks, just touching teasingly at the red-mouthed opening of her anus. The thrilling sensation back there sent new ripples of excitement into the out-thrust nipples of her softly-bouncing breasts and down into the inner surfaces of her fiery, moist loins.
Then his hand pulled her panties down over the fullness of her moon-white ass, and she felt the air from the fan cooling her perspiring flesh and gusting between her taut thighs as he inserted his fingers between them, forcing her to spread her feet on the floor to let him through. He dipped the probing finger in the flowing juices of her cuntal slit from beneath and tantalizingly swirled it around the blonde-haired cuntal opening before jamming it into the tight-mouthed walls of her pussy up to the first knuckle. Then he backed it out, circling the fingertip in the hotly-dripping fluid and sliding it back over the bridge to her tiny puckering anus. Smearing her own pussy juices down on the fearfully-twisting anus to lubricate it, Ed poised his fingertip at the verge of the small, helplessly-quivering opening and pushed relentlessly, despite her recoiling movement, until his finger popped through the tiny, vainly-resisting hole, twisting it deep up inside the tightly-clenching walls of her rectum until she started to relax back onto his invading finger and swiveled her hips lasciviously downward, bringing him into her farther.
Soon her vulnerable young rectal passage was sluicing eagerly up and down on his jutting finger like a virgin's pussy, and he pulled his hand back and rammed it mercilessly all the way up in until his doubled fist struck the succulent, softness of her smoothly-rounded ass-cheeks with a resounding fleshy smacking noise.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! That hurts!" she groaned, her face contorted in the surface of the mirror. He had his finger slightly hooked up inside her tight-ringed rectal passage so that she could not escape his impaling finger, and he grinned crookedly at her reflection.
"That ain't nothing but a little finger, baby," he jeered. "Wait till you feel this reaming you out." He pulled the loose skin all the way back from the semen-dripping head of his prick and shook it threateningly at her in the mirror. She opened her eyes in fright and made a tiny helpless "O" with her lips.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! You can't, Ed," she mewled. "That's t--toooo big to get in me there." She could tell by the look on his face that he meant to sodomize her, and shivers of fear ran through her young body.
"We'll see, baby. Maybe if you're real good... " He taunted her and began grinding his finger deeper in and out of her widely-stretched, little anal passage, coming out to the first joint, then sliding back slowly till his fingers felt her solid, jouncing buttocks against them again.
Soon she was answering his movement as her unprotected anus became accustomed to the thickness of his finger, and she felt the delicate peak of her clitoris tingling, sending out delicious feelings to all of her shattered nerve endings. She was shamelessly enjoying it! She had come a long way since...
"All right," Ed's voice interrupted her thoughts gruffly, "wet it!"
"Hu-huh?"
"You heard me," he said, forcefully grinding his fingertip into the wall of her rectum. "Take it in your mouth and suck it." Without losing his connection with her defenseless little asshole, he turned her around and pressed her head down sideways so that she could take its semen-beaded head in her mouth. She hesitated a moment, and then closing her eyes, fastened her red, fleshy lips on the blood-filled tip, licking her tongue into the slowly-seeping slit at the end as she felt it slipping up inside until the crown passed her teeth, seemingly filling her cock-bloated cheeks to the bursting with its hugeness. She nibbled teasingly with the sharp edges of her front teeth around the pulsing, velvet-smooth head.
"Ahhhhhhhh! That's sweet, baby. Suck it good, really slop it up, and maybe it won't hurt so much when I cram this aching cock of mine up into your hot little asshole." He moaned in ecstasy as she practiced her newly-learned fellatio on his throbbing, swollen prick, and she hoped and prayed that he would decide to come in her mouth instead of up in her rectum. He would split her anus with that huge prick of his! In spite of her fear, she felt her moistly-dilating pussy filling with lubricating fluids and redoubled her rapidly-flipping fingering of her wildly-straining clitoris. The mucus-covered flanges of her cunt desperately cried out to suck up around a pussy-hungering cock, and she vigorously ground the curvaceous cheeks of her ass back against his deeply-implanted finger, matching his strokes one-for-one with the noisy wet mouth sucking she was giving his still-expanding prick.
"Ugnn-Huh! Ugnn-Huh!" Ed repeated over and over as she slaved on his throbbing, mouth-drubbing cock. "Baby, you're one hell of a cocksucker! Oh, Jesus, lick it like that!" He watched her in the mirror, her perfectly-formed breasts bobbing lusciously, her beautiful, innocent-looking face sluicing his huge prick over his bulging, throbbing balls, his finger appearing and disappearing as he buried it in the glowing central point of her snow-white ass. And Jesus! was she ever fingering that fleece-lined, juice-dripping pussy of hers. It felt like his goddamned balls were going to explode!
"Stop!" he said, pulling his throbbing, almost cumming prick out of her mouth. "Lean your face and tits down on the dresser. I'm going to fuck you from behind now."
Her legs quivering with fear and intense excitement Kathy did as she was told. Her solid, cream-white ass was raised high, completely exposed to his view. She could see his maliciously-shining eyes in the mirror as he moved into position behind her, his finger flicking quickly out of her rose-colored anus. His battering ram of a prick seemed as long as his arm.
Holding the girth of his tremendous cock in his right hand, he rubbed it up between her legs and stroked the oven building up in the glowing crimson cunt-slit, the head spreading the target-like oval of her livid pussy to a thin, hotly-sucking circle of soft blonde pubic hair throbbing around its smooth rubbery surface.
"Uggggggg!" The circumference of his rigid cock-head made her cry out, her face contorted in the mirror, but she secretly hoped that he would shove it all the way into her hungrily needing cunt instead of her unprotected anus, and she tried to edge back onto its mammoth, jerking hardness.
"Hold on, baby, I just want to get it good and juicy," he said, making short, lubricating jabs into her open pussy.
"Aggh! Agggh!" It was so big! It seemed to be stretching her narrow vaginal opening far enough to split her wide open.
Then the huge bulbous head slipped up into her cuntal lips with a soft wet popping sound and he grabbed her smoothly-curved hipbones and held her in place, suddenly tightening the muscles of his back and sending the thick, fleshy rod of his cock relentlessly up into the tightly-resisting channel. He groaned behind her and plunged stiffly inward through the wetly-giving walls of her pussy until it pounded heavily back into her uterus, his balls rubbing against and sandpapering the soft, creamy insides of her columnar thighs.
"Oh, my God! You're killing me!" Kathy shouted, her face turning beet red. "Aggggggggh! Don't move! Don't move it!" She could feel the ragged insides of her wide-stretched cunt hugging the full length of his plundering cock like a wet rubber glove. She was hopelessly skewered on his pulsing, still-broadening prick, and he held her tightly against his kinky pubic hair mercilessly as he flexed the muscles of his buttocks, jerking his lust-hardened penis deep up inside her, gaining another half an inch of depth.
She felt her own cuntal juices begin to flow in around the huge, invading cudgel, softening the effects of his painful entry into her secret cavern. Then she felt him retreating from her, the wet suctioning muscles of her inhumanly-split cunt snapping her vaginal walls together behind the receding prick. Finally she felt the ridge of the rubbery, maroon-colored head pull at the tender lips of her searingly hot cunt, and his huge prick came out with a quick, sucking little pop. She felt its now-moist, blood-filled tip slide up the narrow crevice between her sleek, ivory buttocks and come to rest at the tiny puckered opening of her anus.
"Time's wasting, baby," he said hoarsely. "I've got to get into your cherry little asshole." He tightened his punishing fingers on the white flesh over her hipbones and nudged the rapacious head of his cock at the tiny, helplessly cringing opening, parting the defensively-puckering little ring just slightly.
Until now, Kathy had not believed it was going to happen. It was impossible for his telephone pole-sized prick to fit into her never-before-used anus! He would tear her apart, spearing into her unnaturally, sodomizing her, perhaps permanently injuring the tenderest part of her body so lewdly-exposed to him. "Ed, please don't! It's too big! You can't... Agggggggggggggh!"
He pushed the pussy-lubricated cock uncaringly into the recoiling little asshole as it spread open painfully around his bulging cock, sending it in almost to the scalloped lip of the head.
"AGGGGGGGGGGGGGH! Don't! Don't! NO MORE!" Kathy groaned helplessly, pinned by his digging fingers onto his savagely-piercing prick.
"That's it, baby. Make a lot of noise. It makes my balls feel good." He taunted her, watching her pain-contorted face in the mirror as she tried to escape his brutal assault on her untried anus. "God, you're tight and hairless back here. This is going to be a good ass-fuck!" he said, forcing his way farther into the narrow, pink opening between her widespread buttock-cheeks until the head of his massive shaft disappeared up inside her and the elastic-like outer lips of her anus snapped shut over the smaller circumference of his bulging-veined cock.
"UNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH! Oh, God, I can't take anymore of it! NO MORE!" she moaned, feeling the rigid walls of her rectum sliced wide by his barely-inserted cock. "PLEASE!"
"Just keep begging me not to fuck it, baby. I liiiiiiiike that!" Ed said, at the same time pulling her nakedly-quivering young buttocks back harder to him and shafting still deeper into her. Over half of his blood-bulging cock was inside now, and he braced himself for a final spearing thrust into her tortured anus.
He drew back and using all of his strength rammed as hard as he could into her ripping anus, riding it all the way until he felt his balls smack heavily into the searing hot moistness of her pussy below.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH! UGGGGGGGGGH DONT MOVE!" Kathy stood on tiptoe to escape the raging fire she felt where his thick cock had reamed its way into her tiny, wide-stretched anal passage. She could feel the stiff, stone-hard cock like a hot poker inside her, the balls hanging like steel wool between her soft-fleshed thighs. She opened her eyes wide with the pain and saw her face in the mirror where she looked like a victim of an expert torturer, her mouth grimaced, baring her white teeth between tautly-stretched lips, her nostrils dilated as she gasped for breath.
Ed left his throbbing prick locked into place, waiting for her to relax and adjust her asshole to his presence. God, he thought, she's the tightest ass-fuck I've ever seen! It feels like she's going to squeeze my goddamned cock inside her if she doesn't relax. Soon however the tension lifted a little, and he jerked his bulging prick in the room he now had to move.
"Nooooooooo! Don't!" Kathy begged him.
Holding her fixed on his hotly-slithering hardness, Ed began a gentle-fucking motion up inside her, feeling the spongily-clinging ridges of her rectal walls rubbing almost painfully over the rigid cartilage of his intruding penis. Back and forth he thrust slowly, increasing the distance each time as she moaned helplessly before him, her breath making steamy patches on the mirror, and finally he felt an answering movement as she suddenly twitched her firm, creamy young buttocks in answer and ground back against him. Her face gradually changed from the tortured mask of innocence to one of raw, unadulterated animal lust, her lips swollen around her protruding, licking tongue, and her groans of protest became grunts of obscene pleasure.
"That's it, baby. Slide your hot little asshole right on back. Come to daddy." She was lewdly rotating her smoothly-rounded ass-cheeks back against him now as she rode shamelessly up and down his heavily-burgeoning cock, her face wanton and abandoned, her eyes closed now as she concentrated on the lewdly-rising sensations in her quickening ass, and she removed one hand from the dresser-top to reach down between her open thighs and fondle her quivering erect clitoris again as she felt the rising tide of her excitement flow through her passionately-quivering limbs.
My God, she thought, he's fucking me in my rectum and watching me finger-fuck myself at the same time. Bu--but I like it! His cock is tearing me apart! And I don't care, I love the feel of his cock inside me. It's good. Ooooooh God, it's g-good!
Ed felt her resistance fall away as she mewled softly with open mouth and skewered herself obscenely back onto his heavily-plunging hardness, and he fucked into her faster and faster, ogling her sexily bouncing buttocks and the reflection of her hanging, rhythmically dancing breasts in the mirror. Her own right hand was lewdly delving into the soft, curl-lined folds of her cunt, worming two fingers deep up into her hotly-squirming vagina, wildly flicking the inflamed, upright clitoris as she caused wet sloshing, sucking sounds to emanate lewdly from down between her open thighs.
Kathy opened her eyes enough to watch in the mirror as she sensuously ground her firmly-rounded young buttocks around on his heavily-impaling cock. Oh, God, my breasts are almost as swollen as his balls... I can see the hair of my pussy as it nibbles on my hand. Oh, God, it looks like its trying to swallow my fingers... and he's watching me enjoy him fucking my ass with his prick... "Ohhhhhhh, God," she squealed at the lewdness of her thoughts, "fuck me! Fuck me in the ass! I'm going to cum!" She felt the tidal wave of sensation begin slowly in the deep, remote fibers of her body and rush wildly toward the central point of her gushing cunt. As the lewd, orgiastic spasms began storming through her veins, she wildly thrashed and threw her rounded buttocks back at his relentlessly fucking cock, her teeth bared beast-like, her breath coming hard and fast.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOHHHHH!" She groaned helplessly toward the mirror, feeling at the same time her pussy flooding sweltering hot juices over her hand like warmly-running urine. "Ram your cock in my ass! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING!"
Ed felt the uncontrollable spurts begin pumping out from deep in his heavily-pounding balls as he felt her eagerly swallowing the whole of his cock far up into the hidden depths of her asshole, and he grunted like an animal, slapping his hands down onto her shoulders and crashing his exploding pelvis brutally into the swiveling white flesh of her uncontrollably-jerking young buttocks.
"I'm ccuuuuming! You hot-assed little bitch! I'm cumming up your ass-! Milk my balls and finger your cunt, baby. That's it! I'M CUMMMMMMMING! OH, GOD, I'M CUMMMMMING!"
He lurched forward with one final, buttock-flattening smack against the upturned cheeks of her ass and held his cum-splashing cock all the way up in, her hotly-milking fingers on his rapidly-emptying balls sending the dashing spurts of hot cum flooding deeper and deeper into her open bowels. Her mouth was open wide, hissing out her passion. "Yesssssss! Oh, God, yesssss! Fill it up! Burst my belly!"
Finally the mind-blowing spasms slowed and stopped, and his prick slowly deflated inside her still hungrily-milking young anus and she released his now sperm-drained balls as he pulled his wetly-drenched cock out with a lewd wet plopping sound, watching the thin white trails of his warmly escaping semen trickling out through her forever-stretched anal opening to run slowly and obscenely down her creamy inner thighs.
Kathy swayed in front of the mirror, dazed and used, unable to move, still savoring the electrically-jangling sensations of her voluptuous young body. She seemed to be humming deep in her throat as she bent over flushing hot in front of Ed as he wiped the orgiastic juices off his now softly-dangling penis and stuffed it back into his jockey shorts, zipping his fly with a quick, business-like movement.
"Thanks a lot, baby," he said hoarsely. "I really dug that bit. Now for a quick drink." He stepped to the door and started to open it, then he looked back at Kathy still hunched down over the vanity, her bikini panties hanging down below her knees and her exposed, fully-rounded buttocks swaying slightly. "Better get something on," he growled. "You look like an ad for a dirty movie." He opened the door and closed it behind him, striding off arrogantly toward the bar.
* * *
Kathy felt like sitting down, but she was afraid it would hurt her painfully-stretched anus, and she kicked the stool away with her foot as she took a kleenex and wiped the moisture off the soft inner skin of her thighs, daubing delicately at the semen-wet lips of her back passage. What a beast Ed is, she was thinking. And I let him do it to me back there, a horrible, unnatural act with a dirty-minded creep! She looked at her flushed young face in the mirror and suddenly felt herself close to tears. What more could she lose? They had taken her virginity every possible way, humiliated her remorselessly, obliterated every ounce of her self-respect, until there was absolutely nothing left they could deprive her of. She could now concentrate on using their warped lust for her own purpose which was to springboard from Ted Dorsey's band into fame of her own. She reassured herself in this way until the emotion trying to well up inside her was under control, and a kind of insensitive hardness closed all that off from her mind as she re-did her make-up and got back into her showy gown.
With five minutes to go before she was due to reappear on the bandstand, she heard a knock on the dressing room door.
"Come in," she said, surprised at the even, sweet tones of her voice.
The door swung open slowly and a short.
balding man she had never seen before stuck his head in the room.
"May I come in?" he asked, sounding a little nervous.
"Of course, though I must go back out in a very few minutes," Kathy answered.
"Ah, my name is Ben Gay, Miss Mills," he said, looking hesitantly at her lovely oval face framed by her shining blonde hair to see if she recognized his name.
"Very happy to meet you," she said, thrusting out her hand. This little man looked easy to handle, she thought, and she hoped he was somebody important.
His hand took hers with a limp, sweaty grip and squeezed it once. "I'm very impressed by your, ah - singing," he said, his small, blood-shot eyes fixed on her low-cut dress.
"Why thank you," Kathy said, blushing under the stranger's gaze at her spilling breasts.
"And I would like to make some tapes to take back to the studio in New York to have the directors hear you. I run Tocadisco Records, Inc." He lisped slightly, and his words had a wet sound to them.
"That's marvelous!" Kathy exulted. "Have you spoken to Mr. Dorsey?"
"He's very agreeable, and said that I should speak to you about it, too. W--would you care to have a late supper with me tonight and we can talk about what songs you should do?" he asked, his voice rasping and wheedling.
"I would love to," Kathy answered, barely able to contain her excitement. "I'll be finished in an hour and a half. Could you meet me here, and we can go directly from the club?"
"As you wish," Gay said, bobbing his sun-browned head and licking his thick lips greedily. "Until later, then." He took Kathy's hand once more and planted a sloppily moist kiss on her fingers before turning and walking stiff-legged out of the room, his pear-shaped body waddling when he moved.
She was starry-eyed when she appeared on stage again, and she smiled even at Ed when he winked lewdly at her from his place behind the drum-set. Hank, the bassman, ran his eyes lazily over her lithe young body as she walked in front of him, and she wondered whether Ed had already told the others that he had done it to her from behind in the dressing room. Who cares? she thought to herself, and nodded to Ruby at the piano. Ted came out of the wings snapping on his sax, and she caught his eye before he got to the microphone, beckoning him over to her.
"Mr. Gay wants me to meet him after we finish to talk about making some tapes," she bubbled into his ear.
"Good girl. I knew you would go along with him. This is maybe the big chance, since he practically controls the whole company -- he's a very rich man."
"What do you mean, go along with him? Of course I would go along with him. All he wants is to decide which songs... " She stopped and looked at Ted, the thought suddenly dawning on her. "Do you mean I might have to... " Her voice froze in horror at the realization. "Ted, you didn't tell him I would... "
"Hell, I didn't tell him anything. He's used to getting what he wants, though, and I just thought that he probably brought up the subject himself." Ted looked sheepishly away, and Kathy was sure that he had in fact promised Gay that Kathy would... Ted gave the count, and the intro started for "St. Louis Woman" and Kathy decided to wait and see what happened. Meanwhile, since Gay was listening out there in the audience, she would show him what she could" do; he hadn't seen anything yet.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You mean he didn't even fuck you?" Ted exclaimed incredulously.
Kathy laughed liltingly, almost the way she would have before she had started on this tour, before she started becoming worldly-wise, she would have said. "No," she said, "all he wanted to do was see me in my underwear and pretend he was a photographer taking me in different poses. He didn't even have a camera, he would just make a box with his hands like this," she cupped her hands around her face and blinked her eyes at Ted, "and then he would play with his little pink... "
"Ding-dong?" Ted suggested playfully. "Well, I'll be a sonofabitch. The little bastard is a panty voyeur. What else did you do?" Ted was playing with her magnificently billowing tits as he talked.
"That's about it. Oh, he ended up by watching me in the bathroom mirror while I sudsed myself up and j-jerked himself!"
Ted guffawed boisterously. "That silly old ass! You mean you had all this stuff hanging out in front of him and he didn't even touch you?"
"That's right, boss. He didn't even touch me." Kathy paused, looking at him meaningfully. "It wouldn't have mattered to you if he had, would it, Ted?"
"Why you loony slut. You want me to be jealous, don't you?" He roughly pulled her young body against his own, at the same time running his hand over the thin material of her nightgown where it clung to her firm, ripe buttocks.
"Well, would you?" Kathy demanded, turning her face away from him, avoiding his parted, moist lips.
"No, you silly bitch. And I tell you why. Because I don't care who else fucks you or how, because I know that my private King Kong of a cock will always give you a better fuck than you could get anyplace else." His fingers rubbed forcibly between the cheeks of her fully-rounded buttocks.
You conceited bastard, Kathy thought to herself, and she ground her tingling flesh back down onto his hand. But he's right, she added to herself inwardly, her mind already clouding with arousal as her ripe, melon-like breasts brushed against his terry-cloth bathrobe, there's nobody I'd like to screw me more than Ted Dorsey. Her wet mouth met his then and She sluiced her wriggling tongue between his hot lips, flicking at them suggestively.
When they separated, Kathy had her hand glued to Ted's already stiffly erect cock, and she leaned down close to it, her breath blowing on the velvety tip as she spoke, "So, we're having the taping session tomorrow at the radio studio here?"
"Yeah, at two," Ted said huskily. "Listen, baby, why don't you suck it awhile, then I'll throw it to you so hard... ouch!" she bit into the head of his cock so hard it hurt, then backed away again.
"Why don't we offer to throw him a party when we get to San Francisco. He won't be any trouble. I mean, he won't get in anybody's way if they want to... "
"... to fuck, you mean?" Ted said, his voice hoarse as he felt the lubricious juices of her cunt flowing around his probing out-stretched finger in her thin pink-lipped cunt.
"That's right. Fuck," repeated Kathy, turning her lower lip over her teeth to say it as dirtily as she could. She scraped her nails over his thick, veined shaft and grasped his balls so tightly in her pink-lacquered nails it made him groan. "I want to fffffuck!" she said, savoring the obscenity on her lips, and she bobbed her blonde-haired head forward to sink his now semen-dripping cock into her mouth, taking it all except for a couple of inches at the root. She snuffled as the huge bulbous head struck softly into the back of her throat and sucked at it noisily with lewd wet smacking sounds. San Francisco was still two days away, she was thinking, meanwhile my cunt's getting hotter than Hades!
CHAPTER NINE
The marathon show was just fantastic! According to the newspapers, Kathy sang as well as any of those pros on the show, if not better, and a contract was offered by Tocadisco Records. Several other companies had made offers to her alone, but none of them could offer as good a deal as Gay. She was on her way to fame and fortune, and nothing could stand in her way now.
She leaned back in the eight-foot long bathtub of their new luxury apartment and looked at herself in the mirror set in the ceiling. She was becoming really narcissistic these days, she thought. She loved running her hands over her youthful, voluptuous body and this afternoon she reveled in hearing her own voice on the tapes. She had almost had an orgasm at one point when she heard herself go for the high note and hold it.
She stretched, watching her foamy, full breasts as she thrust them up, and thought about the plans for tonight. The band was having Mr.
Gay up here for a private party. She would be with Ted and Ruby was going to take on Hank and Ed at the same time. Poor Mr. Gay would happily sit back and watch the whole thing with his hungry little eyes.
What a small price to pay, she thought. Now that I haven't got anything more to lose, it's like nothing at all. In fact, she told herself, getting out of the warm bath and standing naked on the fluffy white bath mat, it might even be fun. She rubbed her cream-white young body down with the natty towel until her skin was pink and her nipples stood out on her snowy, uplifted breasts. "Can't help loving that man... " she sang to her reflection in the mirror, and she massaged her throbbing young cunt with both hands, lewdly bending her knees until they splayed far apart to get both hands between her marble columned thighs. Yes, she thought again, it might even be fun.
* * *
"Did you bring the tapes with you?" Kathy asked Gay. "I'd like to hear them again."
"Of course, my dear, anything you want is yours," he simpered and got up to get the bag he had left in the entrance hall. He moves like a crippled duck, she thought, as he moved across the deep pile of the orange carpet toward the hall.
"Kathy, that's a sweet little fellow you've got sniffing after you," Ruby said, a malicious glint in her eyes. "He may not be John Wayne, but... "
"But he can make us or break us, darling," Kathy retorted caustically. "It would help, perhaps, if you would be nice to him, too." Ruby had become colder and more bitter every day of the tour, Kathy thought. She must really hate me. Could it be that she had a thing for Ted, and I broke it up? If so, too bad, old girl, if you can't keep his interest, leave room for those who can.
"I think he probably prefers the phony, innocent type," Ruby answered lamely.
"Or maybe he just doesn't like females who drink too much," Kathy said. "What is that for this evening, six -- seven scotches? And how many did you have before you left your room? You see, you can't hide the fact that you're a lush, dear. I'm sorry," Kathy was being devilishly catty, and she knew it, but it felt good. If Ruby wanted to play the game, she could too.
"You lousy little bitch, I hope you get yours good," Ruby hissed, and she turned on her heels and went to pour herself another drink.
She'll be potted before the evening's over if she doesn't watch it, Kathy thought. Ted ought to be keeping an eye on her. She got up from the safari chair where she had draped herself decoratively, long tapering thighs filling her red stockings to bulging firmness, her firmly-upthrust young breasts spilling out over the scanty top of her thin dacron mini-dress, as she moved with sure, feminine strides to the comer where Ted was looking at records.
"Ted... "
"Hi baby, want to pick out some sides?"
"Ted, I think you'd better look after Ruby; something's gotten under her skin and she's going to get thoroughly plastered in short order, and maybe ruin the evening for everybody."
"Naw, Kathy leave her alone. She'll be the life of the party if she gets polluted enough. Don't worry about her."
At that moment, Gay came back carrying a small briefcase. "Here are the tapes, Ted. Kathy said she would like to hear them again. Luckily I brought them along with me."
"Hey, great! Gang, here's some music worth listening to. Get yourself a comfortable spot and groove on this. It's THE NEW TED DORSEY QUINTET," he shouted in an emcee's voice, and they all applauded.
While he threaded the tape machine, Kathy sipped at her drink and glanced around the room. Ruby had plopped herself awkwardly on the sofa between Hank, who was pretty far gone on something himself, and Ed, who was getting slowly and dangerously high. He reached over while Kathy was watching and brutally squeezed Ruby's pendulous breast, bringing tears to her eyes. Ruby morosely dropped her head onto her assailant's chest and flung her white thighs encased in black stockings widely apart, revealing the pale flesh above her stockings almost up to the narrow thin crotchband of her panties, her drink-free hand landing on his trouser-covered cock, massaging the deflated member through the slacks lewdly, cooing softly to it to wake up.
She has no pride at all, Kathy thought, and forced herself to look away from the obscene tableau, disgusted when Hank's huge hand began prying up under Ruby's skirt toward her openly-presented pussy-mound...
The music started, and Kathy heard her sultry voice begin a down-home blues tune, really socking on the beat like a cymbal in a Kansas City strip joint. She suddenly felt a little effect from the two drinks she had and felt like dancing, but she persuaded herself not to be a fool, and she sat down next to Ted, who was lighting up a sweet-smelling cigarette.
"What's that?" Kathy asked, wrinkling up her nose, "Marijuana?"
"Yeah, baby. Honest-to-God pot. It's pretty hard to get good stuff these days, but this is the best. Try a little."
Kathy, not wanting to admit that she didn't know how to smoke plain cigarettes, let alone marijuana, took the messily-rolled joint and sucked in a lungful. Immediately she began coughing helplessly until Ted pounded her on the back.
"Take it easy. Not so much at first. Look. Draw some cool air in around the corners of your mouth to keep from choking on the smoke." He took a shallow drag with his mouth deep into his lungs with two short quick intakes of air. Speaking without letting out his breath, he said, "Try again. You'll really like it once you get the hang of it." He held his breath until his face got red and then exhaled hoarsely. "Thaaaaat's nice. I got a real hit that time."
Kathy carefully pulled some more of the autumn-smelling smoke into her mouth and sucked it down her windpipe as she had seen him do. She held it as long as she could and didn't cough until the last minute, not losing much of the smoke. She took another one to prove she was game, and then she exchanged with Ted over and over as she listened.
Soon she was hearing her own voice as she had never heard it before. She saw where she should hold the final consonant back a little longer on some words to get the best effect, and she knew that she was only a hair-breadth's distance from being as good as the best. By the time she heard herself cut into Bessie Smith's song "Gimme a Little", she found the suggestive beat and her sexual slurring of the words almost overwhelming.
She lifted herself lightly from the couch and walked to the center of the room, swaying her full, rounded hips under her mini-dress like a brazen whore, brushing her long blonde hair up from her slender neck provocatively as she passed by the nervous feet of Gay. His face was perspiring heavily as he watched the lithesome, golden goddess swing her smoothly-curved young buttocks just in front of his face, and she heard him groan softly and pull at the crotch of his slacks to give his penis and testicles more room. I'll give that ugly little toad a hard-on like he'll never forget, she smirked to herself and she pointed her toe at his feet, stroking her hands down over her firmly-ripe breasts, past the softness of her solid belly and down the tense length of her statuesque leg, ending the movement by grasping his cheeks in her palms and wobbling his head back and forth playfully.
God, I feel like I'm really in a strip show, she thought. She stretched both of her long, downy arms out from her bare shoulders and jiggled her breasts under the thin material of her dress, lewdly bumping and grinding her pelvis as she did so. She was wearing her half-brassiere, and her billowing white breasts described small circles under the dacron as her erecting pink nipples brushed teasingly against it sending swells of excitement over the taut surface of her skin. Her eyes became heavy-lidded and smoky and she cupped her fingers under her firm-ripe breasts, kneading them obscenely while she wet her parted lips with her darting red tongue. She was getting hot, and she placed her feet a couple of feet apart on the rug and bounced up and down with the beat by flexing her calf muscles, moving her hands slidingly over her voluptuous young body toward the "vee" of her swaying pelvis, humming softly in her throat. Then she turned her head to one side demurely smiling and reached behind her back with both hands to lower the zipper of her scanty mini-dress slowly and tantalizingly, finally bobbing her white shoulders in time to the music, making the dress slide little by little from her glowing, honey-colored flesh, revealing the dark shadows under her rounded arms, the naked tops of her breasts, then the rouge-colored top of her aureoles, until even the red, erect buds of her nipples stood freely in the dimly lit room.
Through her half-closed eyes she could see Gay ogling her nearly-naked breasts avidly, and she danced over to him and bent over to let him kiss the tingling tips of the nipples and suddenly grabbed his bald head with both hands and pressed it into the deep cleavage between her exposed, fleshy breasts. She laughed tauntingly when he tried to dig his fingers into her buttocks and twisted away from him into the center of the room.
Still holding the dress up under her full, high breasts, she wriggled and ground her ass in the air as she slowly let the cloth slip down over her flat belly, unveiling her darkly-shadowed navel, still lower until the first sparse of blonde hairs began just above her crimson bikini panties, and finally with an abandoned gesture, threw her arms into the air with her palms turned outward and flipped her bumping pelvis back and forth faster and faster until the dress slipped little by little over her ripely rounded hips and slid down teasingly over her smooth, red-stockinged thighs and calves until it reached her narrow-ankled feet, and then she lifted one foot out of the crumpled heap and used the other one to kick the dress into Gay's profusely sweating face.
He grabbed the dress away from his eyes, his small erecting penis making a tent in his trousers, and his eyes greedily bored into the rocking red triangle above her columnar, pale thighs striped at the top with the elastic of her garter belt. She let her hot hands explore her creamy-skinned belly and dip under the elastic of her panties while she flung her head back, forcing her swelling tits upward, and her long blonde hair fell down her narrow back wantonly.
Kathy could feel hot lust flowing through her veins as she reached behind her arched back and undid the hook of her half-brassiere and felt the firm white mounds bobbing free from the restraining material, the brassiere dangling at her fingertips as she started circling it like a lasso and let it fly to Ted, who was watching with burning eyes.
God, what a luscious little bitch she is, he was thinking, his brain simmering in the heat his throbbing genitals sent running through his body. He watched as she paraded her pot-drugged young body all the way around thee circle of entranced faces, her jiggling breasts bouncing openly in front of her, the strong sinewy tendons rippling in her full, rounded thighs. When she passed him he wanted to bite the jostling, half-naked buttocks and wrap his arms around her stockinged thighs, squeezing the resilient flesh. He could feel his aching prick jerkingly fill with blood in the restraining jockey shorts as it came to life.
The music changed to a throbbing, dirty blues and Kathy stopped in front of Ruby whose head was still drunkenly lolling onto Hank's chest as he massaged her jutting breasts and stared wild-eyed at the blonde giantess, obscenely gyrating in front of him, and Hank had his finger under the elastic band of Ruby's panties, fingers roughly forcing their way between the hotly-juicing lips of her cuntal slit. Hank groaned and put his other hand on his bulging crotch, his eyes fixed on the fertile valley between Kathy's obscenely thrusting thighs as he gave a sudden, jabbing push into Ruby's moistening cuntal lips, evoking a pained grunt from her distorted mouth.
"You bastard!" Ruby shouted at Hank, lifting her head angrily. "Take your fucking time! That hurt!" Her scotch-clouded eyes gradually focussed on Kathy's practically nude body standing over her, a mocking, lewd grin on Kathy's face, and she was suddenly furious. She pushed the prying hands from her body and stood up drunkenly.
"You phony bitch! Pretending to be so all-fired pure and innocent, all the time loving only your own sweet little ass and hunting cock like any other whore."
Kathy recoiled in surprised horror from the vicious words, her hands automatically covering her exposed breasts as she stepped back from Ruby's spitting face. I was just having a good time, she thought to herself. What's wrong with that? I feel good, and I'm having fun. She felt overwhelming self-pity flood her young body, and she realized from the powerful effect things were having on her that she must have gotten really high on the marijuana she had smoked. Everything seemed to be really important in her mind under its influence. She had almost forgotten where she was for awhile. She backed away and leaned dazedly against the wall, her full, broad hips canted out an erotic angle as she put her weight on her left leg and bent her other red-stockinged knee. "Let me show you how it's done, Miss Innocent Nineteen-Seventy-One," Ruby spat out the words and wobbled into the middle of the room.
She started the same way, feeling her heaving, rounded breasts, caressing her lewdly thrust-out jutting ass, sliding her hands around to press into her jerking pelvis and squeeze her tapered, full-thighed legs together on her hands. She slipped her short-black dress over her head, wildly gyrating her full hips as she did so, her smooth white flesh showing between her stocking tops and the flimsy black panties.
She dropped the dress in a pile on the floor and lay down languidly, using the dress as a pillow for her back, and she thrashed wildly her head whipping back and forth as she spread her upraised knees and ran her fingers down over the narrow band between her legs, teasing at the thinly-curling pubic hairs escaping under the elastic legband. The mammoth peaks of her black-brassiered breasts jostled one another as she writhed and kicked off one high-heeled shoe and then the other. Her swiveling pelvis caused her succulent, fleshy buttocks to grind lewdly into her crumpled dress, and she unhitched the garters of her stockings, peeling the black stocking from one of her ivory-skinned thighs as though she were unveiling a monument to sexuality. As she slipped the black nylon from her tapered ankle, she threw her now-naked right leg over the other, at the same time threading the stretched-out stocking between her quivering thighs, and holding it front and back off her, pressed her grinding vaginal crease between her upper thighs onto the taut material as though it was a long, thin prick she wanted to plunge into her fleshy-lipped cunt, now soaking her panties with its lewd fluids of female arousal.
The little fat man, Gay, looked at the narrow band of the black panties barely covering the white, globular buttocks pumping back and forth, and he furtively rubbed his hand over his excitedly jerking cock through his pants. What a delicious morsel of an ass he has, he thought to himself, feeling his pelvis twitch against the cushion of his chair. He wished that he dared to get closer and stoop down to look up into the softly-throbbing crevice between her buttocks and see the tiny puckered eye of her anus through the nylon panties, but he only rubbed his small erectly-aching penis and groaned painfully to himself.
Kathy slowly forgot her hurt and watched fascinatedly as the other girl, Ruby aroused herself more and' more. When she had the other stocking off, she rolled over onto her belly, pressing her pendulous breasts into the deep-piled rug as she reached back and unhitched the narrow strap of her brassiere, sliding it from under her twisting torso without fully revealing her snowy, almost conical breasts to their watching eyes. Still pumping her curvaceously flexing buttocks back up in the air, her hands slid down the indentations of her narrow, hour-glass waist and tantalizingly slowly edged the taut elastic band of her black panties down over the showy flesh of her firmly round hips, and when she had pushed them only half the distance to her knees, she stroked her fingers back up over her buttocks and moved around the bulges of her full hips to hide her questing fingers under her body, grinding her moistly-red pussy down onto the outstretched fingers, groaning as she found the hair-lined mouth enclosing her budding pink clitoris.
Kathy, in her marijuana daze, could almost feel the fingers on her own now wetly-throbbing cunt, and she groaned in sympathy and pressed her marble-white thighs tightly together. God, she really does know how to do it! Kathy thought, her body tingling all over as she watched. I can see how a man could almost cum just watching her naked ass grind up in the air like that as she pushed her cuntal slit down onto her fingers. Out of the comer of her eye she caught a movement on the couch where Ed and Hank sat hunching down on the back cushion, and saw that Hank had unashamedly opened his fly and had taken out his huge, desire-hardened cock, scooping his balls out of the enclosing jockey shorts to hang like small water-filled balloons at the foot of the tree of his thick-veined penis.
The sight of the exposed flesh of his massive cock flooded passion juices into the narrow nylon band pressing up into her narrow-slitted cunt, and she suddenly wanted her naked body to be in contact with Ted's. As she crossed the room, her eyes now glued again to the girl on the floor's writhing white body, Ruby suddenly began thrashing wildly on the rug and flipped over onto her back, exposing for the first time her full, pink-aureoled breasts, her hands furiously ramming alternately into her hotly-clasping cuntal slit in passionate throes of excitement.
"Arrrrrgh!" Ed growled in animal heat, and he threw himself to the rug, slipping off his jacket as he went, and he thrust his head between Ruby's upraised thighs, slipping her panties the rest of the way off her ankles at the same time. She spread her legs wider and released her flowing, red-lipped pussy to his gaze, pulling his face down into the softly-curling strands of her pubic hair, his tongue flicking greedily into it until it sank in deep up into her naked cuntal slit. He roared into her pussy while she threw her head back in ecstasy and mewled like a cat in heat. Kathy could hear the noisy sucking sounds he was making down between Ruby's widespread thighs, and her own vibrant clitoris burned fiercely as she took her seat on the arm of Ted's chair and pressed her open mouth down onto his.
Ted's tongue slithered between her burning lips and licked around her own saliva-soaked mouth as his rough fingers grabbed one of her free-hanging breasts and dug painfully into the white, resistant flesh. She found her hand moving of its own accord to find his already fully erect cock, rubbing it appreciatively through his bulging trousers and feeling it jerk against her sweating palm. She suddenly wanted to take it out of the binding pants and feel his naked prick against the skin of her hands, and she quickly zipped down his fly and reached inside to pull the elastic band of his jockey shorts away from his belly and grip the heavily-throbbing head, sliding down his thick shaft as she stripped the tight cotton shorts away from the jerking, hot cock. She pinched at the tautly-stretched foreskin lasciviously, reveling in the moans of pleasure she caused him to make up into her hungrily-sucking mouth.
She heard the squishy bumping Ruby's fleshy buttocks made as she thrashed wildly under Ed's licking and sucking, and she heard a hard thumping noise, and opened her eyes craning her neck to look around Ted's face, she saw Hank, guiding his long, thick cock into Ruby's waiting mouth as she kneaded her breasts obscenely and reached with her other hand to ferociously tug at his cum-bloated balls hanging beside her peach-colored cheeks.
The sight of Ruby getting sucked and grinding her hair-fringed cunt noisily into Ed's burrowing face as she slurped and sucked at the huge cock fucking into her widely-ovaled lips set Kathy's own hotly-moistened cuntal lips on fire, and she mumbled pleadingly into Ted's voracious mouth for him to do something to her hungrily-waiting pussy.
"My pussy! Finger my pussy!" she begged, almost choking on his warmly-snaking tongue.
Ted kept his left hand on her billowing, pink-tipped breast, kneading it savagely, and he slipped his right hand down her narrow, smooth-skinned back and wedged it under the elastic waistband of her panties, letting his extended middle finger slide wetly through the perspiration-soaked furrow dividing her globular white buttocks, flicking it once at her pink, tight anus as he moved toward the soaking hair-lined slit of her uplifting cunt, and she eagerly backed down onto his finger, keeping her eyes locked tightly on the lewdness on the floor.
"Ohhhhh! That's good," she moaned into Ted's mouth, and at the same time she heard Ruby humming around Hank's stiff, pistoning cock as he plunged its long thickness all the way to the back of her throat, his eyes coldly watching her sucking his cock and milking his bursting testicles. Kathy felt Ted's stiffened finger gliding wetly in and out of her eagerly screwing pussy getting deeper with every thrust as the well-lubricated walls of her vagina opened to him, and his thumb and forefinger pinched at the soft underside of her firm, fleshy buttock at the same time, sending thrills of almost pleasurable pain through her squirming young body.
"I am a camera!" shouted Gay, his voice cracking in his excitement, as he jumped up from the chair, and dropped his trousers to the floor, ludicrously kicking at them with his tiny feet to free his ankles. Then he ran over to the obscene trio sucking and thrashing wildly on the rug, his pale, pig-like penis jerking with every step until he circled its conical hardness in his hand and jerked the loose, brown skin up over the red, semen-wet head until the skin puckered over the tiny slit of the glans, forcing his wiry balls to climb up his blue-veined shaft like two tiny bird eggs in their skin sac. He stood straddled over Ruby's ripely-bouncing breasts jacking off in rhythm to the sucking sounds she made as she slaved over the hard-driving length of Hank's colossally hardened prick.
Grasping Kathy's firm, fleshy buttocks with the palm of his hand and hooking his invading finger into the soft wetness of her quivering cunt, Ted lifted her from the arm of the chair and forced her to get down on all fours facing the obscenely writhing figures already gasping toward orgasm on the rug. He slipped her nylon bikini panties down over the burgeoning white globes of her ass, exposing its unprotected roundness to his darkly-burning eyes. As Kathy rested on her elbows swaying her vulnerable buttocks in the air and mewling her lust-incited readiness, Ted parted the twin moons of her voluptuous young ass-cheeks and feasted his eyes on the tiny red circle of her anus. Then he lowered his head down and extended his hot-serpentine tongue into the tiny puckered orifice, feeling the rubbery tautness of the outer lips give in and admit his thrusting tongue.
"Agggggh! It bums!" Kathy moaned, her wide-open eyes fixed on Ruby's heaving, perspiring body. She felt her blonde-haired young loins charged in her electric nerves and she backed her dazzling white ass against his face, feeling her very bowels pulsate as his wetly-flicking tongue opened her tiny anus and ticklingly probe into the instinctively resisting walls of her rectum. Ted made a juicy sucking motion back between her widespread buttock-cheeks with his thick lips and thrust two inches of his slithering tongue into her defenselessly-upturned little asshole, holding her narrow-waisted full hips so that she could not flinch away from him.
"Agggggh!" she groaned, and ground her deliriously-grinding ass harder back onto his face as she felt her narrow back passage flower itself open to accept the broadness of his outthrust tongue.
"My pussy! Ohhhhh, do my pussy," she begged, arching her dilating cuntal slit back up toward his foraging mouth, and he wetly slipped his tongue over the warmly-pulsating flesh and drove it deep into the open walls of her waiting young pussy, tasting the sweet-perfumed fluids of her passion running into his voraciously-slavering mouth.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Tongue me! Tongue meeeee!" Kathy cried, suddenly thrashing her naked white ass around wildly behind her as she felt his tongue slash through the warm fleshy folds of her eager young pussy like a fiery swinging sword.
"Ohhhhh, God! I can't stand it!" she yelled wantonly. "Don't stop! Oh, God, don't stop licking my cunt!" Her rounded, jutting ass was swiveling now in uncontrolled abandon as saliva trickled from the edges of her red parted lips as they stretched back over her teeth, her face distorted by animal lust.
"Jesus Christ! I'm cumming!" she heard Hank shout and she watched avidly as he pumped his throbbing hard cock mercilessly into Ruby's rhythmically hollowing cheeks, her full, red lips pouting around the swelling veins of his penis, and her Adam's apple worked vigorously up and down as she struggled to swallow the endless spurts of hot cum he was squirting into the dark red wetness of her mouth. "I'M CUMMMMMMMING!" he howled once more as he ground almost all of his huge, thick prick deep back into Ruby's larynx and she gulped and grunted lewdly trying desperately to keep from choking on its hotly spewing liquid.
Kathy felt her own desire-heated pussy twitching uncontrollably as she watched Hank's now-deflating cock pull against the still-ravenous sucking of Ruby's tightly-locked mouth and slip out with a wet smooching-like sound, threads of thin white cum clinging to her glistening red lips until she licked them away and concentrated again down on her own tongue-lashed pussy.
"Now I'm going to fuck you," Ted said thickly, pulling his lips from Kathy's wildly-gyrating loins. She heard him behind her removing his clothes hastily, and in her drug-induced state she could already feel his long, rigid cock tearing its way into her wetly-clasping cuntal slit. She moaned in anticipation and after what seemed an eternity, she felt his hands goading her legs farther apart on the softness of the rug. Then his bone-hard cock was guided by his circling fingers down the open furrow between her gleaming white thighs and nudged into the tight, blossoming folds of her cunt, mixing his seminal fluids with her own hotly-flooding juices. She felt him stroke the bulging, velvety head up and down the blazing redness of her cuntal opening, touching her clitoris like a firebrand, and she braced herself for the driving thrust of his massive penis into her fear-shrinking pussy. Suddenly she felt it slide wetly up between the openly-quivering cheeks of her ass and pause at the unprotected, tiny puckering lips of her anus, and her whole body protested her fear by bucking forward in frenzy.
"Nooooo! No, Ted, don't! It's too big for... ungggggg!" she grunted as she felt his hands tighten their firm grip on her roundly-curved hips, his fingers squeezing her ripe flesh savagely to force her back onto the hard, blood-filled tip of his rigid cock. She could feel the tiny opening straining and clenching tight together to prevent his unwanted entry into her fearfully constricting little asshole. "No more! Don't push it innnnnnn!" she wailed, but it was too late as back behind her she could already feel her exposed rectal mouth popping wide to admit his ravaging, hickory-hard shaft.
Ted saw the tiny hairless opening give rippingly around hiss now heavily-throbbing cock as he flicked his hips forward and buried it up between her smoothly-curved ass-cheeks until the rubbery lips of her anus snapped back closed around his rigid shaft below the purplish head, and the almost unbearable tightness inflamed his cum-swollen balls even more.
"Arrrgggggh! It hurts! It hurrrttts!" Kathy cried, feeling as if she would faint from the pressure in her inhumanly-stretched anal passage.
But Kathy's cries only urged Ted to further heights of lewd, sadistic pleasure. "Tough shit!" he hissed, and clenched his buttocks together, jerking his hips forward at the same time to plunge his fiery, thick rod uncaringly up the narrow tunnel until he felt his sperm-bloated balls slap noisily against her red-mouthed cuntal lips below.
Holding her skewered on his thick, lust-hardened cock he growled out in an animal voice, "How's that, baby? You're getting a royal fuck in the asshole now."
Tears flowed hotly down over Kathy's burning cheeks and dripped onto the floor between her raw, scraped elbows. "Ohhhhh. Please don't move it inside! You're ripping me apart! Don't move!" she begged.
He savagely jerked his punishing hardness up inside her, gaining another half an inch, and she groaned incomprehensibly. God, he thought, Ed was right. She's so fucking tight in the ass it's strangling my goddamned cock! He jerked it again, trying to enlarge the opening and accustom her rudely-stretched rectum to the unnatural presence of his still-growing penis.
Kathy could feel each and every ridge ringing his pulsating cock and prayed he wouldn't force it into her more and rupture her horribly-suffering little rectal channel. She opened her eyes wide to try and concentrate on the lewd tableau in front of her to take her mind momentarily from the pain.
"Ohhhhh! Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck!" Ruby cried, spewing the obscenity up at the marble-hard balls of Gay straddled over her wildly-thrashing body as she felt herself starting to hum, her gleaming red pussy eagerly riding Ed's face as she felt her nerves jangling wildly between her flexed, straining thighs. She flung her face from side to side as she buried her clawing fingers in his curly hair and pressed his slaving mouth deep into her flooding pink pussy-lips, and her brown hair lashed at Gay's pale, almost hairless calves.
"I'm cumming!" she keened as she bumped her fleshy, full buttocks onto the scratching pile of the rug. "I'M CUUMMMMING! SUCK ME! LICK MY CUNT! I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!" She thrashed and jerked her body like a silvery fish on a hook until she spent herself and collapsed exhausted onto the floor, Ed's darting tongue lapping still at the orgastic stream flowing between her quivering cuntal lips.
Her words made Kathy's prick-filled anus twitch and come to life on Ted's engorged cock, and she mewled softly in her throat and made short, rubbing motions with her softly-fleshed ass, riding easily on the stiffened shaft of his loins, and he answered her relaxed movement by pulling slowly out of her until the restraining flange of his blood-engorged head felt the encircling ring of her anal opening stop and suck back at his sliding shaft, then he rammed his steel-piston prick all the way in again, grunting each time his pelvis struck into her lusciously squirming ass.
"Oomph! Oomph!" Kathy groaned with each buttock smacking thrust of his huge cock, the rhythm quickening as she took his brutal buffeting eagerly up into her open rectum now and honed his prick to greater hardness and thickness. She was now blubbering and whimpering on her elbows and knees in front of him in shameless animal lust, her clouded blue eyes wide open as she stared straight ahead and fucked back wildly onto the jack-hammering rod.
Ted threw his full weight behind each jabbing thrust, trying to hurt her again, but her asshole was gaspingly swallowing him whole as she went past the capacity for pain into abandoned screwing. "You fucking little whore," he reviled her over the whiteness of her hotly-grinding ass-cheeks. "You lousy cock-sucking bitch! I'm going to ream your fucking ass until you can't sit or shit, and I'll pump you so full of my jism you'll taste it up in your tonsils for a goddamned week!" He released her hungrily-grinding hips and with the flat palms of both his hands slapped her whitely-quivering buttocks again and again till he could see the red welts his fingers made in the soft resilient flesh, gloating with fierce eyes over her quailing protests.
"HIT her harder," Ruby suddenly chimed in. "Slap the piss out of her, Ted. The snotty little slut!" She had gotten up on her knees and crawled over to watch with hungrily-searching eyes the sodomizing Kathy was getting, savoring her debasement and humiliation. The little bitch doesn't deserve any better treatment than I got Ruby thought, and she felt her body wracked by a new wave of insatiable lust as she felt the heavy, now rejuvenated cock of the bass player, Hank, insinuated up into the still moist wreath of soft brown cunt-hair around her pussy and ground on up into her open belly till she felt its battering, fist-sized head pressing hard into her cervix.
"Ohhhhhh! Fuck me right, honey," she half-cried, half-crooned, and the reticent Hank groaned and plowed his still-thickening prick through the warmly-welcoming tunnel of her clasping cunt.
"Right on!" Hank said, his bulging eyes feasting on Kathy's contorted, jerking young face.
Ed's heavily-swollen balls were bursting with unspent cum beneath his rehardening prick and he kneaded its aching length with his fingers as it popped free from his jockey shorts. He removed them hurriedly and stumbled to join the orgy, and the short, fat Gay groaned and crawled across the carpet for a closer view of the action.
"Turn Kathy over!" said Ed, whetting his ever-enlarging prick with long, sliding strokes. "Turn the little bitch over, goddamn it, before I ram my cock up your hairy ass!"
Ted barely heard the words shouted into his ear with the blood rushing through his veins as he unceasingly screwed into the new young vocalist's hotly-clenching rectum, but he locked his wrists under her smoothly-wriggling belly and rolled them together onto their sides, then flipped her backwards on top of him, his huge throbbing cock still imbedded far up inside her wide-stretched little anus. He slipped his hands over her sleek belly and gripped her jutting round breasts, digging his fingers into the firm flesh and pinching her erected nipples between his knuckles. Her long, tapering legs were splayed helplessly outside his own, and he could feel her pneumatically-moving ass still grinding down into his firm, hairy stomach.
"My God! Look at her little pussy suck inward!" Ed said as he knelt between her limp legs spread before his gaze. The tiny blonde puff of hair was split enticingly by the moist red lips of her cunt. He looked at the thin, vertical shape of the hotly-undulating pussy and felt his rigidly-erect cock thicken even more. He could see the muscular roundness of the bandleader's heavily-driving cock appear and disappear between the quiveringly-curved mounds of her ass, and her cuntal juices glistened and shone like tiny drops of dew at the edges of her oval pussy hole.
He couldn't take it any longer and flung himself onto her thrashing white body, pushing her long slim legs farther apart still and guiding his monstrous cock with his hand into the openly exposed lips of her cunt, striking deep into the dark recesses of the moist open cavern in one ripping plunge, letting the weight of his body fall crushingly against her.
"Oooooooh, God!" Kathy groaned as it sliced through the yielding inner folds of her pussy matching the pile-driving cock already buried to the hilt in her rectum. She could feel both pulsating cocks throbbing against each other through the thin wall between her heavily-filled with pain and shame, sandwiched between them, Ed's feverish lips hissing "Pussy, pussy," into one ear while the resounding animal grunts from Ted's hot-breathed mouth echoed in the other.
Then the two men picked up each other's rhythm and started pumping together with long, cruel strokes, jarring her whole body between them with their force as she lay helplessly impaled on both pistoning cocks. She felt like a limp sponge-rubber doll as she was buffeted between them mercilessly. She was muttering incomprehensibly as they ground relentlessly into her, punctuated from time to time by a deep-chested grunt as they smacked into her pinned-down body with unusual force.
Ruby watched them as they pummeled into Kathy's naked young body from both sides, reveling in the pained, contorted look on her face, glad that she was being punished. She thought she was really something special, the bitch. It really does me good to see her getting it in the ass and cunt at the same time. Ruby thought to herself. It makes my aching pussy all buttery and hot. Ohhhhh! I wish I could get fucked three ways at once. Slam your balls into my cunt, too, you bastard, she said inwardly. I'm a vicious little whore, and I enjoy seeing Kathy hurt, I need to be punished too. Fuck it to me. Ohhhhh, fuck my pussy!
Ruby ground her smoothly-rounded buttocks in the air, taking Hank's incessant banging into her wildly-aroused cunt with masochistic pleasure grunting and groaning with every thumping thrust, her eyes hypnotized by the human sandwich in front of her.
She heard Gay squeal piercingly, and saw him strip his leather belt from his trousers with a sword-drawing motion while he continued rubbing his tiny worm-like cock with his right hand, and with fear stricken grimace saw him lever his arm high into the air over her and lash the thrumming leather down on her exposed shoulders.
"Aieeeee!" she screamed, secretly glorying in the terrible, smarting pain spreading from the red welt the belt raised on her fair skin.
"You bitchy whore!" he lisped gleefully as he swung the belt again and again. "You scum. You dirty slut!"
The almost unbearable stinging sensations set fire to her already lust-raging loins, and she humped skillfully back onto the slushing, pole-like rod ripping heavily into her eagerly-laboring cunt.
Hank was brought out of his silence as if awakened from an erotic dream, sending chills up Ruby's whip-lashing spine as he ejaculated the words: "Whip her, man. She's a filthy whore! Beat the little cocksucker until she can't move, you mother-fucker! Lay it on her harder! Harder, damn it! Jesus Christ, I'm going to cum! Cut her to pieces, dad, while I fill her cunt up with my cum! I'M CUMMMMMING! OOOOOOOH, I'M CUMMING! Hit!"
Ruby felt the hot male cum from the crazily-pistoning cock explode like sky-rockets inside her burning pussy, and the lashing leather punished her white back and shoulders unmercifully, occasionally wrapping painfully around her jerkily grinding ass as Gay practically danced in his furious attack, still stroking his penis desperately as he shouted the lewd deprecations down at her flailing head.
"Ohhhhhh. Fuckkkkkk meeeeeee! Beeeeeeeat me! Cum in my face! My face!" she begged shamelessly, and Gay moved without ceasing his limber whipping lashes across her naked flesh, until his small but thick-headed cock was over her head, his well-manicured nails flashing as he jerked the loose skin up and down, juggling his balls hanging at its root.
"Lower, lower. Shoot it in my face!" Ruby cried pleadingly so that Gay dropped to his knees in front of her and jerked his stiff cock an inch from her lewdly contorted face, his arm still rising, falling, rising, falling as the leather belt cut into her white skin like a firebrand. "Yesssss! That's it," she said fastening her glowing brown eyes on the tiny, about to erupt prick standing up before her. She felt Hank's cock, still captured behind by her desperately sucking pussy, begin to deflate slowly, and she reached back between her fluttering thighs and milked his dangling balls as he threw a couple more slamming thrusts into her eager cunt, spurting the last drops of hot cum into her belly.
"God! Ohhhh, Jesus God!" Kathy coughed, feeling her own viscera palpitating toward orgasm as she watched Ruby's degradation. What kind of slave has she become, Kathy thought, that she could permit herself to be treated like that? Ohhhhh. I'm going to cum. I like it. I like being double-fucked!
Ruby saw Gay's hand start jerking his swelling cock faster and faster, and she bent her young, ruby-lipped face closer to it until she could feel the air fanning her nose and cheeks from the motion of his hand, and when she heard the soft plopping sound of Hank's now deflated cock coming out of her throbbing cunt from behind and she dug her own fingers into her sperm-flooded pussy, eagerly pursuing the orgasm she felt coming.
"You lousy bastard. You didn't wait for me to cum." She spat the words out so that Gay felt the moist air from her mouth on his now heavily-pulsing cock. He struck at the tender, wounded buttocks still flashing frenziedly in the air with the belt and felt his balls tighten as the cum started boiling up from deep inside them.
"I'm cumming," he said softly and beat his hand faster. "I'm cumming," he said a little louder, thrashing the leather into the narrow crevice between her masochistically upraised buttocks. "I'M CUMMING! OH, YOU FILTHY BITCH! I'M CUMMING!"
"Me too. I'm cumming, too. Ohhhh. Beat me, hurt me. I'm cummmiinnngg," Ruby groaned, feeling hot juices welling out of her fully dilated cunt as she groveled her hand deep up into her cuntal slit and tears dribbled over her pretty face just as Gay spewed out his sticky white cum, spurting it into her heavy-lidded eyes so that it splattered wide and trickled whitely down her cheeks.
"I'M CCUUMMMIIINNNGGG!" she moaned and gobbled at his still-jerking prick, sucking its bobbing head for the last ounce of cum until he fell whimpering onto her and the two of them collapsed to the floor: his dwindling prick still held fast in her mouth as she struggled to swallow the last of his now slowly-expending cum.
Ted felt his cum-bloated balls about to explode and gave warning. "Okay baby, let's ride it out together. Make your hot little asshole milk me dry." He started pumping and sawing under her faster now, and he felt Ed quicken his pace to keep up with him, Kathy sobbing and groaning under the increased strength of their competing cocks, and she knew her time was coming. She had been on the verge of orgasm for several minutes now, getting small flashes as she watched the total humiliation Ruby had undergone, and she closed her eyes, concentrating on her own sensations.
Ted felt the volcano begin to erupt deep in his bowels, and he arched his back so high it threw all three of them off the floor with each thrust. He could hear Ed grunting and snorting like a rutting pig as he plunged stroke for stroke into Kathy's hungrily jerking pussy, and all at once it came, blowing up out of his balls like an exploding geyser.
"I'm ccuummmiinnggg, baby. Ohhhhh baby, I'm cumminngg into your sweet little asshole. Fuck me back baby, I'M CUMMING!" He flung himself into Ruby's clasping rectum as hard as he could, and he held his throbbing spurting prick in as far up inside as it would go, plastering her insides with great white jets of hot jellied cum; Ed's prick still rubbing along the length of his, deep up her hotly straining pussy.
"Yeah Baby. You better believe it. I'm pumping a load into your cunt," Ed said as he bruised his heavy pelvis into hers, feeling the hair on his swishing balls brushing against Ed's every time he struck home. "I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!"
Then all of a sudden the dam burst in Kathy's pummeled body, and she felt her anus palpitating in orgasm around Ted's still-stiff cock as the muscles in her widespread thighs quivered into wild uncontrollable spasms and her greedy pussy clamped its hot sucking lips onto Ed's pile-driving cock, and she ground her burning clitoris insatiably into his wiry male pubic hairs.
"Fuck me harder!" she groaned. "Ooooh! Fuck my pussy harder! Fuck my ass! OOooohhh! Fuck it! I'M CUUMMIINNGG! I'm cummiinngg all over your beautiful cock! I'M CCUUMMIIINNGGG! Ohhh shit! I'M STILL CCUUMMIINNGGG! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEE!"
Their deflating cocks and Kathy's cum-filled cunt and rectum throbbed and palpitated rhythmically together for a long time like slowly dying creatures until finally Ted's softened cock oozed out of her semen-drenched anus with a faint wet farting sound, followed by the steady stream of warmly gushing cum; then Ed's too was loosened from the testicle-draining suction in her thirstily drinking cunt and slipped wetly out, his semen trailing moistly behind and seeping slowly down the soft hair-fringed lips to mix lewdly with that coming from her anus below.
* * *
After the first orgy of that night when everybody, including the effete Gay broke through to an animal level of unrestrained sexuality, Ted had broken out several more joints of marijuana and a chunk of hashish, and they all smoked until reality was a shifting cloud in the shapes of rutting stags and does. Kathy was forever unable to remember who had fucked whom that night, and the endless permutations of lewd obscene positions and combinations of fellatio and cunnilingus and sodomy and tandem coitus -- she only knew that it had been the most depraved and at the same time the most satiating sex she had ever known or would be likely to know. She thought of it as a bacchanal celebrating the record contract, a Dionysian festival in which the darkest, most secret recesses of her mind and body were liberated from all earthly restraints as she worked out her most breaded fantasies of rape and degradation so often that they had no power over her anymore, and she could tap her deepest wells of primitive femaleness at will to enhance the meaning of the music she performed, and she understood the thumping beat Hank elicited from his curved bass, the banging Ed gave the rounded skins of his drums, the loving manipulations Ted tendered to his long black clarinet and thicker sax, the clawing handfuls of notes Ruby grabbed off the keyboard of the piano. More and more her throaty voice urged them to higher and higher altitudes of abandoned savage jazz, and she reveled in her private knowledge that their success was founded on the forbidden descents into that primitive realm where her young lithe body was an instrument for fucking, where she was merely a bottomless vessel for male cum, a helpless creature over whom the most obscene imprecations were shouted as she sucked lust-hard cocks or took their expanded thickness into her softly folded pussy or unbearably into the deepest inner reaches of her sundered little rectal passage as the white globes bounced shamelessly against the hairy belly of whatever man hunched down behind her slavishly kneeling body.
When she reached the top, it was because she knew how far down the bottom was and took the knowledge into her like a mouthful of white male cum into her belly, and she accepted it as she had accepted it when the first curly blonde pubic hair had begun to grow around her young, as yet unused little cunt -- it was simply a fact of life.
CHAPTER TEN
The cool night air blew through the windows of the penthouse apartment in San Francisco, billowing out the translucent curtains like sails and refreshing Kathy's naked young limbs as she lay on the bed beside Ted, his nudity familiar and enticing to her unappeased prurience, even though he had just rolled heavily off her wildly-thrashing body minutes before.
They were watching a television talk show on which Kathy had been interviewed. The camera cut to a close-up of her face, the colors vivid, showing her full, red lips, blue eyes and flowing blonde hair to their best advantage. From time to time there were passing shots of her exposed rounded knees as though the cameramen couldn't keep their eyes off her crossed legs, hoping for a sudden glimpse of the long valley up between her creamy white thighs to her snugly hidden pubic mound.
"How do you explain your convincing renditions of the songs you do with Ted Dorsey's combo, Kathy? When I look at your young innocent face, I never cease to amaze at the worldly-wise approach you give your songs." The interviewer was a very handsome personality himself, and his eyes kept roaming when he was off-camera to the deep cleft between her high-riding milk-white breasts where they were springing forth out of the low-cut mini-dress.
Ted chuckled gruffly beside Kathy on the bed, and she playfully jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow.
"Oh, I don't know," Kathy heard herself say on the screen, watching the unaffected look of innocence as she looked openly at the interviewer who had fucked her almost senseless the night before the show in his studio office, "I think that it's possible to suffer enough inwardly to gain an understanding of the music. People like to think that if your life isn't full of hard times, that you're not 'paying your dues', as musicians like to describe it. But that's nonsense. A truly sensitive person can simply get under another person's skin long enough to understand what it's like. You don't have to go through it to believe in it if you have any feeling at all for others."
"That's a damned good snow job," Ted said absently running the tip of his finger lightly down the long ridge of Kathy's backbone and sliding it between the firm curves of her smooth buttocks and on down until he tickled it at the matted blonde hair covering the fleshy pink folds of her cunt.
Kathy felt a ripple of goosepimples trail behind his barely touching finger and twitched her buttock-cheeks in response to his finger now circling in the lushly swirling curls between her well-rounded thighs.
"But what about love?" the interviewer asked, quirking his eyebrows. "Have you never been hurt in love? That seems like a terribly important part of jazz lyrics."
"I do know a little about that subject," she answered coyly, "but let's say I've yet to be disappointed that way. No, any truth I get across when I sing is based on an instinctive understanding, not on personal tragedy like so many... "
"You know, you're really full of shit," Ted growled into her ear. She felt his moist breath and trembled violently when his hot wet tongue licked into her inner canal sending thrills of excitement down into her triangle-shaped young pussy where it pressed lasciviously down into the mattress.
"Fuck you," she said playfully.
"All right bitch, fuck me," he said hoarsely, and roughly pitched her over onto her back, clamping his teeth over her already erect pink nipple and squeezing her gleaming white breasts with both hands. "You know what I want," he mumbled around her tingling wet nipple.
"What?" Kathy asked breathily, her young ripe body squirming lewdly on the bed.
"Our chain fucking special," he said with a deep growl of animal lust as he felt his deflated cock jerking up into rigidity again against her smooth, sleek flank.
"You're on, sport," Kathy said, a cheap whore's tone in her voice, and she spread her long, tapered legs wide, exposing her nakedly palpitating cuntal lips.
Ted took his now bone-hard prick in his hand and got up over her, guiding its blood-engorged head into contact with the mucus-covered flanges of her vagina, pulling the hair-covered lips aside with his thumbs until he could feel the hot wetness of the smooth inner folds; then he took his thumbs away, and the pussy lips closed back warmly around his partially-imbedded cock.
Kathy felt the huge head clasped in the narrow, throbbing opening to her aching cunt and wriggled impatiently under him. "Come on! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me now!"
"All right baby, you asked for it, now you're going to get it," he said, and using all his strength, he rammed his battering-ram cock in one slashing tearing stroke through the well-lubricated walls of her vagina until his rapidly-filling balls hard-slapped into her nakedly quivering buttocks.
"Oooohh! You're so big. Wait until I start," she begged. She felt the ridges of his burgeoning prick imbedded inside her throbbing pussy, inflaming her nerve-endings, and soon she started small rocking motions as she stroked his jerking cock with her hungry cunt, and he began a slow, easy, fucking motion, drawing his still-growing prick farther and farther out of the hot wet walls of her pussy and driving it back again into the readily moistening depths until she felt it grind into her cervix so hard it made her grunt with every stroke.
When she was riding easily on his lust-hardened cock, he rolled them both onto their sides and raised her left leg into the air, fucking still, and he ran his sharp fingernails down the creamy smoothness of her columnar thigh and pinched at her jouncing buttocks as she swiveled her pelvis eagerly to the side to meet his jarring thrusts.
She could feel the rubbery edge of his blood-filled cock-head tripping over the pink, tremulous bud of her clitoris as he pumped into her flowing cunt, jangling her young body like bells ringing along the fibers of her nerves.
She took the initiative for the next move, pushing him onto his back without losing his delicious screwing prick from her cunt, and then she was fucking his upthrust cock as he jerked up at her from the mattress, her snowy-white breasts crushing into his hairy chest and the glowing flesh of her ripe young buttocks grinding unhindered up in the air. She rode his hardness high up almost to the tip, and then dropped her juicily-clasping cunt back down the full length of his fiery shaft to smack her pelvic mound fiercely into his.
"Oooohhhh! OOoohhhhh! I love that beautiful cock!" she moaned into his ear as she restlessly fucked him.
Grabbing her full globular breasts in his hands, he forced her to raise up on his still deeply-plunging cock, looking at her young innocent-looking face as it was contorted by lust. She pulled her knees forward on both sides of his body, arching the roundness of her firm white thighs as she squatted over him, her pelvis twitching and grinding obscenely down on his impaling cock.
"Arrrgh! Oh God! I can feel it rip at my belly that way. Uggggn!" She groaned without stopping her circular screwing on his rigid piercing cock, throwing her head back in abandon with her blonde silky hair falling softly down her arching back.
Ted bared his teeth cruelly and humped his muscular buttocks up from the mattress in a savage jab up into her hungrily-straining cunt.
"Ugggghh! It hurts! Do it again!" Kathy mewled wildly, thrashing on his punishing cock.
He jabbed again and again into the flooding depths of her hotly-squirming pussy, grinning sadistically at the pained pleasure flinching across her pretty young face.
"Turn around and sit backwards on top of me so I can see my cock in your cunt," he growled when he had watched her bouncing pink-tipped breasts arid grinding curvaceous hips until his balls felt burstingly full of semen.
Kathy lifted her right knee with difficulty and brought it over his chest then moved her left until it rested between his wide-splayed legs, his hardened penis never leaving the warm sucking moistness of her pussy. Then she moved them one after the other again until she now faced away from him, her narrow-ankled feet back against his ribs on the mattress as she braced herself on her hands, constantly sliding up and down on his pole-like cock, her hair-lined pussy making erotic wet sluicing sounds as she rose and fell on his huge thickness.
Ted watched her nakedly curved ass as she continued fucking his upright penis, the tiny puckering anus showing between the slightly flushed buttock-cheeks, and he wet his middle finger with saliva before suddenly worming it up to the first knuckle in her little tight asshole, holding her down on his cock with his other hand.
"Arrgggg!" Kathy complained, sitting up to escape his lewdly-rotating finger.
Ted relentlessly shoved the stiff finger farther into the resisting opening of her rectum until the knuckles of his fist pounded into the soft resilient flesh of her ass, she wiggled helplessly above on his impaling cock and finger.
"Uggggh!" she moaned and held herself poised on the rigidly throbbing shaft until she felt her rectal passage loosen around his finger; then she backed as far down on the two rigid members as she could get and started riding him again, the fires in her raging cunt boiling to white-hot heat. "Ooohhh! Yesss!" she wailed, reaching back between her taut thighs to massage his massive balls dancing rhythmically under her excitedly jerking pussy.
"Ummmmm! That's good, baby," Ted said thickly, "milk my aching nuts!" He felt the rising steam of cum boiling in his balls and pushed her forward onto her knees, pulling himself up after her by her curving hips without losing a stroke up into her hungrily grinding cunt or tiny flexing anus.
On her elbows and knees in front of his pile-driving cock in dog-fashion, Kathy kept kneading at his cum-swollen balls and felt her bloated breasts brushing her arm, her face now in line once more with the television screen.
"... like to sing a song?" she dimly heard the interviewer ask, and her public image broke into a New Orleans dirty blues, "Jazz me, baby."
"Yeaaaahh! Jazz me, baby," Ted repeated huskily, and he fucked harder and harder up against her hotly-swiveling ass, worming his ramrod prick up the eagerly twitching pussy to pummel her womb like a fist in a punching bag.
"Ooohhhh!" Kathy moaned, feeling her thighs quivering toward orgasm. "Ahhh! Fuck me. I'm going to cum!" She was thrashing wildly under his resounding thumps into her globular buttocks, finding her clitoris with her thumb as she continued milking desperately at his cum-bloated balls. "Ohhhh! Jazz me, baby. Jazz my pussy good. Fuck my jelly-roll, honey. I'm cumming. OHHHH, I'M CUUMMIINNGGG! JAZZ MY ASSHOLE. FUCK MEEEE!"
Like a wild animal in the peak of rutting, Kathy flashed the ragged edges of her excitedly flooding pussy claspingly up and down his bone-hard shaft, cumming again and again as Ted crashed against her rampaging globular ass like a thick-horned bull goring her over and over until the insistent urging in his balls rose like mercury in a heated thermometer and burst through the cunt-gouging tip of his cock-head.
Kathy felt his hot cum spurting up into her wildly quivering pussy and continued kneading at his rapidly emptying balls, feeling her aroused young pussy sucking starvingly at his contracting, jerking prick as his finger ground mercilessly up into her searing anus and his hipbones slapped fleshily up into her lifting swirling buttocks. As she felt another long drawn-out orgasm tear through her grinding loins, she joined in with the last chorus of the song beggingly, "Jazz me! Jazz me!" And the drumming traps were like getting fucked in every pore of her body.
When Ted finally had emptied himself completely into her succulent pussy and his slowly deflating cock slipped out from between her thighs, they fell nakedly together onto the bed and lay there breathing heavily through parched throats as Kathy felt the warm trickle of his warm male cum running down the softly pulsating lips of her cuntal slit, she looked at the ceiling with dazzled blue eyes and though to herself, That's what it's really all about.
* * *
Mrs. Gred Mills, Kathy's mother, took the square flat package from the mailman, and he stood expectantly, obviously waiting for her to open it while he was there.
"Think it's Kathy's album?" he asked.
"I don't know what else it could be, Mr. Pearson," she answered. "Kathy's letter said it' was on the way." Mrs. Mills ripped away the brown paper and crumpled it to throw it on the table by the door. "Ohhh! It is! Look at Sandy!"
She held out the glossy record cover for Mr. Pearson to see. It was a photograph of Kathy standing languorously by a brass baby bed in a short nightgown with a pouting little look on her face. Stitched on the blanket folded over the end of the bed was the title of the album, "Baby Blue."
Mr. Pearson squinted his eyes and looked closely at the smooth creamy skin of the blue-eyed young girl, his lips licking out over his ancient lips. "She's just as pretty as ever, Mrs. Mills. Just as pretty as ever."
"Isn't she lovely? And she's very happy. You can tell if you look at her eyes. Besides, her letter just bubbled over with her excitement. She's finally made it." Mrs. Mills got a faraway look in her eye, thinking of her child.
"I always said, Mr. Pearson, that you didn't have to be a... a bad person to make a go of it. So many of the people in show business -- do you ever read the movie magazines? No? Well, so many of them have led such loose lives that you begin to think it's the only way to get up in the world. But Kathy's a perfect example that it's not true. Look... isn't that the face of a pure untouched young innocent?"
Mr. Pearson peered again closely at the oval face set with perfect eyes and nose over her full pink lips. Sandy's blonde hair hung down long and straight around her face, framing its lovely contours. Only a few hairs were out of place, which gave her a slight touch of the unkempt I've just gotten out of bed look that the photographer must have wanted. An evil thought passed through Mr. Pearson's mind, but he quickly shoved it away. After all, he was talking to the girl's mother, not to the boys down at the Legion Hall. Still, he thought there was something in that young pretty face that... that just didn't quite look to him like innocence.
"That it is, Mrs. Mills," he said, hi? voice a little husky in spite of himself. Hell, he thought, she's got the best pair of legs I've seen in a long time. She had sure grown up. "Your daughter has turned out to be a fine-looking woman and successful too. Not everyone on the block has a girl like her."
"Why thank you, Mr. Pearson. I'll tell her you said so when I answer her letter. She sent her love to everyone and said to tell them she was very happy." She had a passing thought of the close call she felt Kathy must have had with that boy, David Cassey. She was so glad that Kathy had gone away. If she had stayed, who knows what might have happened. He might have... might have... she couldn't bring herself to think of exactly what might have happened if Kathy and David had continued seeing each other. Thank God that she learned something from what we tried to teach her.
"You have every right to be proud of your daughter," Mr. Pearson said, breaking into her thoughts.
"Thanks. Now if you'll excuse me, I want to call some friends and tell them. And listen to this record!"
When she had closed the door, Mrs. Mills stared a long time at the record cover. There was something about the pouting face of her daughter that bothered her just a little bit. She chewed on her lower lip for a long time wondering what it was. Then it finally came to her.
When Kathy was very small, every time she wanted something very badly but knew that she should not have it or even desire it for that matter, she had taken on that expression. Mrs. Mills wondered whatever it was that made Kathy think that becoming a success as a singer was somehow forbidden, taboo. As long as she herself could keep up her self-respect, and I'm sure she has done that, she thought to herself.
Reassured, Mrs. Mills went to the phonograph and put on the record. While she dialed the telephone to begin inviting friends over to see the record, she heard the singing. The husky, sultry voice was not at all like Kathy, she reflected as she heard the buzz in her ear of the. phone ringing on the other end of the line. But then she had never really understood too much about music, she rationalized, but quite obviously, since Kathy was singing on the record, she knew what she was doing, and she must be able to do it very well from what the magazines and things said.
