Lisa followed Jeff down the hall to his bedroom. In the wide bed sat his wife, Lilly, who was the most beautiful woman Lisa had ever seen. She was stretched out naked, her arms and legs wide apart, skin glistening in the dim light. Lilly was obviously ready to have sex immediately.
Lisa walked into the room, slowly dropping her clothing as she moved. She, too, was nude when she reached the bed. She had never tasted another woman, and till now didn't have any desire for the softness of female flesh.
She climbed onto the bed and gently lifted Lilly up to her open mouth. Jeff got onto the bed behind her....
CHAPTER ONE
Lisa was an underprivileged child. She was also eighteen years old, and that meant that she was too old for the Fresh Air Fund. She didn't want to be a counselor at a camp. She couldn't stand the patronizing attitudes of the counselors who had money and were doing it for a lark. She had grown up on the streets and she knew street survival-she knew it well, but this year she had no place to go and nothing to do. She couldn't get a job, because there was a shortage of them, and she knew that survival was going to become even harder than it had ever been before.
She wasn't worried about getting balled a lot-she had been doing that for a long time. In fact, it was one of the reasons she had survived. It was all the other things that would be coming at her this year that she didn't want to deal with. She was a good-looking, vivacious young woman and she knew that she would improve the value of any pimp's stable. She also knew that she could be forced to comply whether she wanted to or not.
Then she saw an ad in the paper-it was some kind of deal where people like her could become mother's helpers for the summer. They would get to go to the ritzy beaches-get paid-and be away from the city for the whole summer. She didn't mind having to take care of kids-she had taken care of her brothers and sisters for years.
So one bright morning at the end of May she went to the employment agency that had listed the ad. She took along all her papers, proving she had done well in school and that she had a scholarship to a good college. She was surprised when she was called in almost immediately. She followed a tall, stem looking woman down to the end of the hall and into a small office.
"This is Mr. Sanders," she said. "He is in charge of the program."
"Come on in. Have a seat and tell me your name." He gestured at the chair in front of the desk.
Lisa sat down and very decorously crossed her legs. "My name is Lisa Fell and I'm eighteen years old. I have my school records if you want to see them."
"Yes, that would be very nice. What do you plan to do, Lisa, I mean next year?" he asked, reaching out for the records.
"I'm going to college-my letter of acceptance and scholarship are there, also. I have seven brothers and sisters and have taken care of them ever since they were babies. I've also gone to Fresh Air Camp since I was six and I've helped with the children there."
"That's very impressive," he replied, taking a good look at her.
Lisa knew that kind of look-she'd been getting it ever since she had turned twelve. It didn't matter what the people did-how important they were, or what they claimed to be-it was all the same. It was a look of pure lust. Lisa had come to learn not to mind and, nowadays, she even got off on it She smiled sweetly at Mr. Sanders and knew that she was going to get a job-a good job!
She looked coolly back at him, with the small smile playing at the comer of her lips, and thought that balling him would be like balling a toad-not that she had anything against toads, but she wasn't too hot for the idea of balling them.
Mr. Sanders took in all of Lisa's attributes. She was a charming, poised girl, who was educated and had looks to boot. It was her looks that overwhelmed him. She would be an asset at any dinner party and that was what his clients were mainly looking for. They weren't as concerned about their kids as they were about who they had around.
Lisa was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. She had long, beautifully shaped legs, full breasts that rode high on her chest, a slender waist, and slinky hips. Her face was as pretty as a model's, and her hair was jet black and shiny. Mr. Sanders knew exactly who he was going to place Lisa with-they would appreciate her more than any of the other people who had applied to the agency for helpers.
"I have a young couple with two small children who would be very nice for you," he finally said.
"I'm sure they will be just fine," Lisa replied, "and two children will be very easy since I'm used to seven."
"Yes, well, there are servants, too, so you really will have little to do. The pay is two hundred dollars a week."
"Isn't that awfully high?" Lisa was puzzled by the astronomical figure. She had expected good pay, but this was unbelievable!
"These people are willing to pay well for good girls. If you decide to take the job, you'll go by train to Martha's Vineyard next Monday and return right after Labor Day. That ought to give you enough time to get ready for college. If you've made up your mind, please sign this contract and I'll mail your train ticket to you this afternoon." Mr. Sanders concluded.
Lisa read the contract over very carefully and decided that it was all right, so she took a pen and signed her name to it. She had never expected the summer to be as fantastic as it promised to be. She practically ran all the way home!
On the following Monday, Lisa boarded the train, realizing that she must look like the original starry-eyed kid to the other passengers. She didn't care-she wasn't going to have to fight the battle for survival for awhile. She could just relax and enjoy the summer. It was the greatest feeling in the whole world!
Before she knew it, they were pulling into the station where she was to get off. From there she had to take a bus to the heart of town where Mr. or Mrs. Ralston would meet her and take her to their house. She knew that the Ralstons were very well off, and in their mid twenties or early thirties. Lisa didn't feel like there should be any problem in relating to them because of their age.
The train pulled to a stop and Lisa leaped off. She felt impatient-even though time was speeding past her. She had a strange feeling that there was more going on than met the eye, although she had absolutely nothing to go on to give her that feeling. She kept trying to convince herself that it was all due to being overly excited about the summer.
She glanced around her, looking for the bus, and noticed a group of young guys hanging around the station. She caught die obvious stares in her direction and felt herself begin to blush. She knew that they had seen her bounding off the train-and had caught her bouncing tits underneath her blouse.
She heard one lone wolf whistle and started to get annoyed, then she shrugged it off. What do you expect? That there shouldn't be wolves up here, too? she chided herself. Isn't it only natural that there would be guys on the make and that I should be an obvious target? She had to laugh at herself. She had bought the tiniest bikini that she could find and then she goes and gets annoyed by a whistle.
"Can I help you carry your suitcase?" She jumped at the sound of the gentle voice behind her.
"Oh, it's O.K., I can carry it," she replied, turning to see who had spoken to her.
"My name's Dale-I'm up here from the city crewing on Mr. Conner's boat." He continued to walk beside her. "It's a pretty long walk to the bus with all the heckling that goes on. They'll stop if they see another guy walking with you."
"I guess you're right. My name's Lisa and I'm up from the city, too. I'm going to be taking care of the Ralston's kids." She handed him her suitcase.
"Hey, we're neighbors-the Conners live in the house up the road from you," Dale excitedly said.
"That's nice-I don't know why I thought that Martha's Vineyard was going to be any different from the rest of the world-I ought to know that nowhere is exempt from wolves."
"Oh, the vineyard's not so bad-not as bad as the city."
"Can I see your house from mine?" Lisa changed the subject.
"I'm not too sure-the houses are kind of far apart from each other. Maybe if you could get up on the roof you could see us."
"Oh, super! I can see myself crawling around a roof trying to see a house up the road. Sure is different from the city where you can see your neighbors balling."
"Right on. By the way, I don't mean to pry, but I know that the Ralstons usually hire their girls from a particular agency-are you from there?"
"If you mean the one for underprivileged kids, I am-does it matter?" She felt a little defensive.
"No, not to me-but someone is going to find out and the other kids can get kind of nasty where money is concerned. I just thought you deserved fair warning so that you could prepare your head if you're sensitive about the subject," Dale carefully explained. "I don't like what they do-but I have money, I come from the same crowd-and I know what they can do to someone who doesn't have money."
"I guess I am a little defensive about the subject, but if they have money, why do they have to be unkind to those that don't?" she asked. "It's a situation that I've noticed before and I still don't understand it."
"Well, let's put it this way, they're on the defensive for having their money-you being around reminds them that there's people in this world who don't and they don't like being reminded," he said simply. "Listen, my sister is working for the Conners just like you-I'd like you to meet her. She can probably be a lot of help to you."
"Hey, that's great! I would really like that-I can use all the friends I can get," Lisa laughed.
"Count me in. I definitely plan to see a lot more of you. As a matter-of-fact, you might have to tell me to stop bugging you. I can get pretty persistent when I want something."
Lisa laughed; she liked Dale. He was so honest and frank and besides, he turned her on. She could feel herself getting damp around her cunt every time she looked at him. She knew that he wanted to go to bed with her, but it didn't feel like all the other guys that she had known. She didn't feel like he would get pushy about it-friendship meant more to him.
They had walked slowly while they talked and they arrived just as the bus was pulling in. Dale helped her on and found her a seat by the window.
"I'm so excited," she burst out. "I must have driven my poor mother wacky this last week. I'll bet she was even glad to get rid of me."
"What's your family like?" Dale wanted to know. "Well, I'm the oldest and the next one is four years younger. I usually take care of the kids because both my parents work. Dad actually has two jobs." She turned to face Dale. "You know, I often wondered when they found time to ball-there are seven besides me."
"Wow! What happened in those four years?"
"Daddy was in the army-they shipped him overseas almost as soon as he came out of boot camp."
"Oho! I get the picture, they were making up for lost time."
"Yeh, right," Lisa laughed. "Hey, do you know anything about the Ralstons?"
"Not really. Judy would know more about them, she sees a lot of Mrs. Ralston. Mr. Ralston has a boat, but he works it himself and he doesn't participate in the races." Dale paused. "Nobody seems to know that much about them. They don't come from the same area as everybody else does and they keep pretty much to themselves."
"I see, that sounds just fine for me. I do hope that I get to meet your sister soon, though. It's not often that I have a friend-female that is," she half-jokingly said.
"We're here," Dale said, looking out the window. "Hey, Judy's with Mrs. Ralston. How's that for timing?"
"Sounds like a plot to me," Lisa kidded him as Dale carried her suitcase out of the bus.
"Hi there, I'm Lilly Ralston and this is your next door neighbor, Judy Fenny. I guess you've met Dale already."
"Hello, Mrs. Ralston," Lisa said, politely. "Hi, Judy Dale was telling me all about you."
Lilly sensed that Lisa felt a little awkward. "Call me Lilly, I don't like formality-I really mean that." Then she turned and got in the car. "If you're wondering where the kids are-I left them home with the maid. I thought it might be better if we met before you had to worry about screaming kids-they're at the jabbering stage."
"I know it well," Lisa laughed. "I swear kids ask the most impossible questions. You have to really work to be on top of it."
"Isn't that the truth!" both Judy and Lilly replied.
"Hey gang, I'm feeling left out of this conversation-what do I know from kids?" Dale mockingly complained.
"Listen to him! I have to warn you, Lisa," Judy said, "Don't let him get pear the kids-you'll never get him back. He is the greatest thing on earth with them-they all adore him. Great for me-but lousy for whomever he's seeing."
"Oh I don't know-I never knew a guy who knew pea-doddling-pie about a kid, except maybe how to father one," she laughed.
They all joined in the laughter and suddenly Lisa didn't feel awkward anymore. She kept thinking of what it would be like in bed with Dale, but somehow it was escaping her. Probably because he was so different from anyone else that she was sure that his fucking had to be different, too. It didn't stop creamy liquid from oozing out of her hole and clinging to her thighs. It didn't stop her from suddenly feeling like she was in an oven and that she had to strip out of all her clothes.
She thought they had better make back to the Ralston house pretty quick or she was going to have to shock them all. She might even shock herself with the drastic measures that she was thinking of taking. It would be novel-just climb into the back seat and 'rape' him. The car swerved into a gravel driveway and saved her in the nick of time.
It had been a wonderful, hectic afternoon. She had fed the kids and gotten them off to bed. She had two new friends and she really liked the Ralstons. Jeff was an extremely handsome man who really turned her on, and she would just love to be able to ball him. Of course, that would never happen, because it was obvious that he loved his wife. Such is life, Lisa thought.
She was getting ready for bed-knowing that she was going to have an early start in the morning-when the door opened. It was Jeff! Lisa felt a wave of heat surge through her because Jeff was totally naked. He seemed completely at ease, almost as if he didn't know that he wasn't dressed.
"Ahhh-hi," she said, lamely.
"Hi," Jeff laughed. "You look surprised to see me like this. Don't worry, my wife knows that I'm here. As a matter-of-fact, we're inviting you to come join us. We like company."
Lisa thought about it for a minute-she wondered if the rest of the summer was going to be like this-then she thought that it had to be the coolest way that any one had asked her to fuck them.
"Sure! I'll come," she said, lightly. "Sounds like it could be a lot of fun."
"Oh, that it will-I promise."-then he winked at her.
She followed Jeff down the hall to the bedroom and saw that the door was wide open. On the bed was Lilly, looking absolutely like the most beautiful thing Lisa had ever witnessed. She was all stretched out with her arms and legs spread wide apart and her cunt was smooth, like a baby's. Her slit was gleaming in the dim light. Lisa had no doubt that Lilly was ready to start right away.
She felt her own cunt juices begin to flow down her thigh-she had never tasted another woman-except for the dyke that she was forced to eat and after that she had never wanted to taste a woman. But Lilly made her desire her body. Lisa walked into the room, slowly shedding her clothes as she went. By the time she reached the bed, she, too, was naked. She climbed onto the bed and gently lifted Lilly's hips up so that she could get a better reach at her glistening pussy.
Her mouth fell onto Lilly's snatch and began to devour it in slow, sweet motions. She felt Jeff get onto the bed and reach under her and begin to play with her nipples. He pinched them and caressed them and made them ache for more. Lisa felt that the Ralstons were going to be quite an experience for her-that she was going to learn a lot about fucking from them.
Jeff took her breasts and squeezed them and rolled them around in his hands, then he trailed his hand down her back to her ass. He grabbed hold of her soft, pliant cheeks and bunched them up. Then he spread them apart-he kept playing with them until he could hear her moans through her sucking on Lilly's pussy. He came up real close to her and began to rub his cock against her crack. Lisa loved being fucked in the ass and she kept pushing her tiny hole up against the hard shaft in hopes that it would pop inside.
Jeff, on the other hand, was not to be rushed. He knew what Lisa wanted and he wanted her to cry out for it-he liked to tease-he didn't like things to be done quickly and then they were all over with-he liked them to take their time. He got his cock soaking wet from her juices and his own-he kept sliding his rod up and down her slit-teasing her-tempting her-promising her all kinds of good things to come.
Suddenly he slammed into her. She let out a low moan that made his cock twitch inside the hot hole. Then he started to slowly move in and out of her-every time picking up a little more speed. He could hear her breath getting more and more ragged. He could see her body heaving up and down. He could see her mouth sucking on Lilly's sweet clitoris. He knew how that must feel inside Lisa's mouth-and he could almost feel it in his. He had known many women, but none of them were ever as succulent as his Lilly was.
Lisa felt an animal desire rise in her-she felt a craving for Lilly's body-to consume the whole body. She had never felt an urge like that before. She could feel the wonderful cock slipping and sliding out of her asshole faster and faster. She could feel it gliding back in as hard and deep as it would go. She reached up with her hands and trailed them along Lilly's beautiful torso. She felt every little curve and valley that was there. She felt Lilly's muscles ripple under the touch of her light fingers. She felt an incredible intensity fill up in her and she knew that she was going to burst any minute.
Then the rocket ship took off with her in it. She felt Jeff's steaming, hot, sticky liquid jettison into her asshole. She felt wave after wave of orgasm surge through her. She felt a burning, bonfire flare up and blaze brightly inside of her. She felt spasm after spasm wrack her slender frame.
She could hear and feel Lilly's orgasm. She tasted mouthful upon mouthful of Lilly's sweet juices. She heard Lilly's anguished cries as she went over-she felt Lilly's hole contract against her chin. She felt Jeff's rod remain hard and felt him slowly and gently pull out of her. Then he rolled her onto her back.
His huge cock was bouncing up and down in midair. He spread her legs and motioned for Lilly to come down to where his cock was. Lilly crawled down the bed and lay down on her back. Jeff then slipped his rod into Lilly's pussy-lay down on top of her-and buried his face into Lisa's pulsing cunt.
Lilly slowly began to rotate her hips and move them up and down so that Jeff's prick would move in and out of her hole, while Jeff began to eat Lisa's very wet twat. He lifted her hips up just slightly so that he could get a finger inside her gasping cunt. The energy was almost overwhelming to Lisa-she never knew that fucking could be so utterly fantastic!
She felt as if she had finally met someone who really loved the art of balling. They didn't want to hurry up and get it over with-they didn't care just about themselves and not worry whether anyone else was satisfied or not. Lisa felt that she had been sort of cheated all the other times because, never-but never-had she ever had an orgasm like she had just experienced.
She could feel Jeff's marvelous tongue slipping and sliding all over her cunt-up and down her slit-over her clitoris-and into her hole along with the finger. She could feel his gentle motions as he moved back and forth in Lilly. She felt the orgasm build from the base of her spine and travel up through her body. She could feel it driving her slowly into a wild pleasure-her moans getting louder and louder as it traveled further and further to the brink.
Suddenly she went over the edge and could feel herself floating down, down, down into the soft pillow of bliss. She felt Lilly's head roll from side to side as the orgasm grabbed her and brought her down to Lisa. She felt Jeff shudder and sigh as he, too, joined them in ecstasy.
They all lay very still for a few minutes and then Lilly rolled over, letting the sweet viscous fluid ooze from her cunt onto the sheets. She took Lisa's hand and pulled her down to where she was. She very carefully pushed Lisa's head towards Jeff's gleaming cock. That was all it took; Lisa got the message quickly and began to suck on the stiff tool in front of her mouth.
That wasn't all Lilly had in mind. She then moved Lisa over to one side of Jeff's cock and joined her. Lisa swiftly touched her tongue to Lilly's and they enclosed his cock between them. Then they began to rapidly move up and down on it Their saliva was dripping down to the base and then winding its way over his balls. They both got the idea to slide their finger underneath his balls and run it along the tube. To solve the problem of space they went on either side of the long tube, sliding the skin in such a way that it formed a small pouch like it was a pussy.
Faster and faster they slid up and down him-faster and faster they ran their fingers up and down his tube. They felt his muscles tighten and lengthen with the pleasurable tension they were creating. They heard his soft cries and moans escape from his lips. They both reached up and simultaneously took a nipple between their fingers and began to play with it. They felt him try to move his hips, but he couldn't do it too well without stopping them and they knew he didn't want to stop them.
Their own excitement at bringing him to the edge was building higher and higher. As they moved up and down him more and more, they moved their clitorises over the sheet faster and faster. They knew that he could feel them and he knew that they could feel him. Higher and higher-faster and faster-more and more they slipped and slid up and down him. They ran their finger up and down him-they pinched and pulled on his nipples. Further and further they drove him, until they felt his tangy come push its way up his tube and rip into his cock.
They both quickly shoved their mouths over the tip so they both could have some of the good fluid. He shot spray after spray into their hungry mouths-he felt the warm glow spread through his body and wash him clean-make him pure. He felt the glow spread through them and give them the same thing it gave him.
Finally Lilly looked up and said, "I guess we had all better get to bed-the kids are going to be up awfully early."
Lisa got up, leaned over and gave them a very warm kiss.
"Goodnight, sweet people. It was a marvelous night and I know that I'm going to enjoy working for you." She then went to her room.
CHAPTER TWO
Lisa woke up the next morning with the sun streaming in through the windows. She felt slightly disoriented for a moment or two until she remembered where she was. Her room at home didn't have a window, and the only room that she remembered that did was in the hospital room where she had had her appendix taken out. For one horrible second she thought she was back in the hospital. She figured that last night must have had something to do with that feeling.
It wasn't often that one balled one's employers, especially after the first day of working, and even more especially since she was taking care of two kids. The Ralstons were very strange people. Maybe they were testing her last night and she failed the test; if she made it with them she wasn't to be trusted. She had the awful feeling that she might be heading for home today.
She lay in bed thinking of what she was going to do about it if she was sent home. Images of the night before kept drifting through her head and she found herself playing with her clitoris in order to calm its sudden throbbing. She had to admit that it was a gorgeous session-probably the best that she had ever had-probably the best that she ever would have if they sent her home today.
She felt her hot juices slipping down the inside of her thighs and dampening the sheet below her. She had a quick flash of having to clean the sheet before she left the room that morning and then went back to the images that were floating through her mind. She saw Jeff's slender, well-kept body lying on top of hers. She saw Lilly's passionate cunt grinding against her mouth-her beautiful hips grating against the bed. She remembered the feel of Lilly's thighs in her hands, against her arm. She felt a rush of hot desire surge through her body, then she felt an instant freezing. She was proving more and more that she was a sexually occupied girl and wouldn't amount to anything if she kept it up. She had to stop this way of thinking.
People like the Ralstons didn't approve of such things. She was convinced that it was a test; that last night was to see just how far she would go and if she would go that far then she would surely go so far as to rob them. Maybe they would give her another chance-her being from the ghetto and all-but she had to cool her desires if she was going to be able to keep the job.
She finally got up and went to the private bathroom adjoining her bedroom. She washed herself thoroughly-trying to wash away what had happened last night-trying to wash away all her impure thoughts in evolving sex. She took the washcloth into the bedroom and carefully washed the damp spot from the sheet She hoped, fervently, that the maid wouldn't come in before the bed had time to dry.
As she was getting dressed, she tried to think over what had happened to her last night. She knew that it was unusual for her to do something like that so soon after having just met someone. Then she remembered feeling like they were expecting her to fuck them. Of course they would be-if they were testing her and trying to see if she was going to be like any other ghetto whore.
It was a very hot day and all she had brought with her were her hot pants and halter tops. Those were her working clothes. Now she wished that she had brought something a little more conservative. If she was going to be able to convince them that she wasn't really like that and that she hadn't known what had come over her, then she wanted to be able to dress the part. But she was going to have to make do with what she had and just hope for the best.
Lisa went down the hall towards the children's room. She thought she had better get them ready for the day-besides, it put off her having to face the Ralstons for a little while longer. She heard a soft voice coming from the children's room and wondered if it was the maid's, but she suddenly realized that it was Mrs. Ralston's voice. Again she had a sinking feeling that she had fucked up. She really just wanted to turn around and grab her things and run from the house, but she decided she had better stick around and try and make a go of it or she would think of herself as a quitter for the rest of her life!
Even if she did hopelessly fuck this job up it didn't mean the end of the world. She could get another job. She did have a scholarship to college, and she would just have to learn from this experience-that was all. She opened the door to the nursery and walked in. Her knees were shaking and her hands felt clammy.
"Hi, Lisa," Lilly called out. "You're up earlier than I thought you'd be. That's why I came in and took care of the kids. I was going to let you sleep a little longer and then wake you up to go to the beach."
"Oh, I see you have on shorts. listen, I've got the kids under control, so why don't you run back to your room and get into a bikini. Then you can go to the kitchen and help the cook with the picnic basket, O.K.?"
"Aaahhh, sure Lilly," Lisa numbly nodded her head. "I'll go right now and get ready."
Lisa fairly flew down the hallway to her room. She burst through the door and scared the living daylights out of the maid.
"Oh, Miss! I thought you had left! I certainly wouldn't have come in here if I thought you were coming back," she said apologetically after she had calmed down.
"Hey, don't worry about it. I had gone, but Mrs. Ralston told me to come back and change into a bathing suit. Just go ahead," she said as she tossed things from her suitcase trying to find her bikini.
Suddenly she stopped. She realized that the bed hadn't dried yet and that the maid didn't seem to be at all perturbed about it. Then she realized that Lilly had assumed that she would have a bikini and that she should put it on. Also, Lilly didn't seem to be at all upset with her. Lisa was very confused, but she sure wasn't going to question the hands of fate too closely. If they said she was to have a reprieve then she was going to dam well try not to fuck it up.
Lisa ripped off her shorts and top and dragged on her bikini. It was probably the briefest one that they made in New York City, but she was comforted by the knowledge that they were smaller in France. She grabbed a small jacket to cover herself on the ride to the beach and dashed back out of the room. She sped back to the kitchen and almost ran full-tilt into the cook.
"Watch it there, lassie, you'll be spilling the puddin' for tonight's dinner, an' I don' think you'd be wantin' to do that!" Her rotund face beamed at Lisa.
"No, ma'am, I wouldn't want to do that at all," she gulped for breath.
"You do seem to be in a bit of a hurry there. Would you be the new lass sent to look after the little darlings?" the cook asked her.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm from New York City. I thought that I might be losing my job here today. I found out that I'm not So I'm trying real hard not to goof anything else." Then Lisa paused. "I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. I don't usually carry on this way-I'm really sorry."
"Don' be, lass. I'm quite used to it. I don' know a single one of ye, that don' go through the same thing every morning after they arrive here. I know the Ralston's are a strange pair, but you'll find them to be fair and good employers," the cook smiled. "Now if you'll just help me with this basket, then you can be on your way."
"Sure, what do you need?" Lisa asked trying to puzzle out what the cook meant by all the others doing the same thing.
She wondered if the cook knew what the Ralston's did, but then she had said something about them being strange employers, so she probably did. Lisa couldn't quite picture them having made it with the cook. She wondered if the cook was really from Ireland or was it part of an act to make her feel better. It didn't really matter, because it did make her feel better. It made her feel a little more like she could handle what was happening to her.
Then she heard Lilly's voice calling from the front hall. "Come on Lisa, bring the basket and we'll be off."
Lisa grabbed the basket, got squeezed on her arm by the cook, and ran down the hallway. She ran out the door and into the car. She glanced at the back seat to see if the kids were all right and secure in their seats, then settled down.
Lilly looked at her and smiled. "You look a little out of breath."
"I am." Lisa grinned, feeling that she should just play it by ear. "I think I've been running all morning. I thought I had gotten up too late and that you were going to be angry with me, especially since I heard you talking to the kids."
"Why would I be angry? You didn't get to bed until all hours of the morning and I was as much responsible for that as you were, so why should I be angry at you?" Lilly smiled at Lisa.
Lisa thought over the logic of what Lilly had said and couldn't find anything wrong with it. It didn't make the funny feeling in her stomach go away, but she definitely couldn't argue with the reasoning.
"I guess you shouldn't be angry with me," Lisa murmured. "I imagine that I'm just not used to this kind of employment. I mean, it's got to be different from taking care of your own brothers and sisters or the kids at a camp."
"I would suppose that it is-let's say that it is a lot looser this way," Lilly said, turning into the parking lot to the beach.
Lisa looked out at the great expanse of ocean spread in front of her and was amazed. She had been to the public beaches in the city and she had seen rather large lakes at the camps she had gone to, but never anything as awesome as the ocean.
"It really is super, isn't it," Lisa said softly.
"Yes, it really is!" Lilly replied.
Lisa got the impression that Lilly truly understood 'what she was feeling. Lilly must not have gotten so used to the sight of the ocean that it had lost its meaning for her. That surprised Lisa and made her stop to think about her employer's background, for instance, where she could be from. Maybe she was from one of those rich mid-western families that never got to see water, so it still flipped her out every time she took a look at it.
The kids were yammering to be let out of the car. As soon as they were unbuckled from their seats they scrambled out of the door and went racing down the sand to the water.
Lisa yelled out to them, "Hey, kids, wait for us-come on back to the sand!"
They didn't pay too much attention to her, but they did step back a little bit.
"Don't worry about them not minding you just yet," Lilly smiled encouragingly. "They do this all the time, even with me. I know it's frustrating, but you go ahead and do what you feel you ought to do. If that means paddling their backsides-then go right ahead. My problem is that I either go berserk with them or I spoil them. I think that I'm probably a rotten mother and that's why I like to hire somebody for the summer to take care of them. At least three months out of the year they have a semi-stable environment."
"I don't think that you're really a lousy mother, but maybe you do spoil them; I don't know that right now. I'll let you know when I find out. I'll tell you this, if they are spoiled, I'll know it! I can smell that a mile away," Lisa giggled.
"I guess they can't be all that spoiled then, 'cause you haven't smelled them yet Maybe there's still hope for them," Lilly laughed.
They walked down to the beach, found a shady spot, spread out the blanket, set out the food, and called the kids to come eat None of them had had breakfast yet because they wanted to spend the whole day on the beach. The children scrambled up the sand from the water and sat down on the blanket.
"Let's get one thing straight," Lisa told them. "I'm going to be minding you all summer and I don't want to have to fight you for everything that I want you to do. When I tell you to do something, then I expect to be obeyed. I don't want hassles or arguments, just do it. If it's way out of the realm of your knowledge, then you ask me why and I'll give you an explanation, otherwise, obedience is the rule of the summer. I have full permission from your mother to handle you all in my own way-so I guess you might say that I'm your substitute mother for the summer."
"O.K.," they said in unison. "Boy, it didn't take you as long as the others. You must have had kids yourself."
"No-just a lot of brothers and sisters," Lisa told them.
"Oh, we were just trying to see what you'd say to us," they grinned angelically.
Lisa looked at the two boys, who were five and six and very smart for their ages. She knew that they were going to be constantly asking her questions and trying her out to see what she would do, so she prepared herself right then and there for a long summer as far as they were concerned. They weren't spoiled they were just smart and that could almost be worse.
The breakfast was good and the boys went off to play in the sand. The beach was rapidly filling up with people even though it was still quite early. Lilly had managed to find them a fairly secluded part of the beach away from the noise of crying babies; away from the trampling little feet that so loved to kick sand in your face while you were lying down just to see if you were still alive.
As they lay there side by side, Lisa began to feel a drawing sensation to Lilly. It was like she was the iron filings and Lilly was a giant magnet trying to pick her up. She kept trying to resist it but she was having a more and more difficult time. Lisa wanted to ask Lilly if she was sending out any land of vibrations to make her feel this way, but then again Lisa really didn't want to know. She felt her pussy getting hotter and hotter, the juices beginning to ooze from her hole and cling to her bikini pants.
She felt flashes of heat rush through her. She felt shooting sensations zip through her. She wanted Lilly very much, and the hotter she got the more she remembered what last night had been like. She also remembered what she had promised herself about sex-she was going to cool it and be a very good girl.
All of a sudden she felt Lilly's hand on her back.
"You need some oil-it's going to get very hot, very soon, and I wouldn't want you to get burned."
Its going to get very hot-it's already very hot! Lisa thought. And if you continue to rub my back that way-it's going to get hotter still. Jesus, how am I supposed to remain cool when she keeps doing things like this to me! Even God would find it difficult to resist a temptation like this.
"You're a beautiful woman, Lisa," Lilly told her. "Did you know that?"
"I've been told that I was pretty," Lisa managed to squeak out. Her throat felt very dry suddenly. "But I don't think that anyone has ever told me I was a beautiful woman. Certainly not in the way you just did." Lilly laughed a golden laugh which ran all the way up and down Lisa's spine, sending shiver after shiver with it. "You're going to be a wonderful helper, I can tell. The best yeti"
Then she rolled Lisa over and kissed her hard on the mouth. She forced Lisa's mouth open and slipped her tongue inside. She teased Lisa's tongue with the tip of her own, tickled Lisa's body with her sensuous fingers, teased Lisa with her own body. Lisa tried to protest, tried to stop her-but she found that her resistance was at a new bottom low. She couldn't budge to do any of these things; all she could do was respond and give back to Lilly just as much as Lilly gave to her.
She was furious with herself. She had promised herself that she wasn't going to do this sort of thing anymore-but Lilly was so insistent. Maybe the test was a test of another kind. Maybe they wanted to find out how sexual she was and how good she was because that's what they wanted. It didn't seem to make any sense to Lisa, but it made more sense than that they didn't want her to be sexual at all.
Lilly stood up and took Lisa's hand, walked down to the water with her, and gently led her in.
When they had gotten far enough out, so that no one could see them, she took Lisa's bikini off her. Lilly tied it up together with her own and let them float on top of the water. Then she began to caress Lisa's body, swirling the water all around and through her legs. She forced the water up Lisa's cunt hole and watched it come whooshing back out again. She splashed the water across Lisa's breasts and watched her nipples come to life and stand at attention.
Lisa was so turned on that she was numb. She couldn't believe what was happening to her, so she just, floated and let Lilly do whatever she wanted to do. She was feeling very strange lying out on top of the water-with nothing on-on a public beach-being made love to by another woman. Suddenly she felt Lilly's mouth cover her pussy. She felt Lilly's tongue press down on her clitoris and wiggle it back and forth. She lifted her head slightly, so she could see how Lilly was managing to do this wonderful feat.
Lilly was stretched out flat on her stomach, slightly kicking her feet, and holding herself up by moving her hands underneath Lisa's ass. All Lisa could think was that she must have the greatest floating abilities. She could feel the rush of the water underneath her, tickling her ass, making her even hotter than she already was. She could feel Lilly's tongue slapping back and forth over her clitoris, driving her wild, and making her even more wild because she didn't dare thrash around, for fear of capsizing them.
She clenched and unclenched her hands in a desperate attempt to slow her fast-building orgasm down. But she was having no luck with it, it just kept rushing up through her like she was the track for the express train to the outer universe. The water had a lulling effect on her, making her insides quiver with a raging passion that threatened to engulf her whole being.
She felt helpless. She felt powerless to stop what was happening. She wasn't even sure that she wanted to stop it. She wasn't sure that she really cared about the kids or responsibility in the least, just as long as this woman would continue doing what she was doing. Lisa felt the tip of Lilly's tongue slap back and forth across her clitoris faster and faster. She felt the water bubble and boil around her. She felt herself reach an unbearably hot condition that even the water couldn't cool off-she felt the water whirl and swirl around and through her cunt-she could feel herself building and building.
Lilly was almost at the bursting point. Lisa's cunt tasted so good-felt so good-smelled so good-that she was beyond herself. Lilly couldn't have stopped if the mayor himself had found them, she would have had to tell him to wait a minute. Lisa was far more than she had ever expected-far more than they had ever gotten before. She was exceptional in every sense of the word.
Lilly's cunt was sucking in the briny water and spitting it out again at an amazing rate. Her engorged cunt was being stung and tingled by the salty ocean, until she thought she would go mad. Suddenly she felt Lisa soar over the edge, she felt Lisa's beautiful body shimmer and shake with the bliss of orgasm. She saw Lisa's flushed skin ripple from the energy that raged through her.
Lilly handed Lisa her bathing suit with shaking hands. She was having a little trouble putting her own suit back on. She wanted to get Lisa up to the sand-she wanted to get her up to the sand in a hurry. She practically dragged her back to the beach and threw her onto the blanket. She tore off her suit again and straddled Lisa's face, then she pressed her pussy into the young girl's mouth.
Lisa was floating in another world-she was in bliss-in a heaven that was all her own. She felt Lilly's wild, hot, twat rubbing furiously against her mouth-she felt her tongue slide out of her mouth and lap at Lilly's pulsing clitoris-but she was in another dimension and none of it really mattered or affected her. She was just there responding to a demand-but SHE wasn't there-SHE was way above the world and couldn't be touched.
SEE looked down on herself and watched her hands clutch the ripe flesh of the other woman's ass. SHE watched herself suck and lap at the tiny button that lay slightly above the swollen folds of flesh that covered the other woman's hole. SHE watched the woman moan and groan and writhe around on her face. SHE saw herself grab a fistful of sand and grind it into the woman's smooth flesh, and then watched the woman's mouth open wide as if a long, agonized scream was being emitted from it.
SHE could feel the energy rising-rising-surging upward. SHE could feel the passion reaching a peak point and knew that at any moment they were going to explode together-that there was going to be nothing left but tiny fragments of their being floating around-that their souls would be free-free as a bird-soaring-dipping-diving on the air currents. SHE saw them burst! SHE watched them become pinpoints of light dispersed over the sand! SHE watched their inner beings merge with each other and become soul-mates!
Lisa was exhausted, confused, and happy. It was going to be one hell of a summer!
CHAPTER THREE
Lilly fell asleep right after they finished making love. That left Lisa a lot of time to look around and assay the situation. The people on the beach all seemed to be financially very well off, and they seemed to be totally unconcerned as to what their neighbors might be doing, which told Lisa that no one would have noticed them if they had been yelling and screaming the whole time. She wasn't sure whether they did at the very end or not-she wasn't very sure of what had happened at the end at all.
She had vague memories of watching herself make it with Lilly-which she figured had to be the greatest voyeur trip of all time. She thought it was odd she had just finished fucking and couldn't remember anything about it, but then she thought about last night and realized that she couldn't remember anything about it until this morning, either.
What a trip! Here, I go and take a nice job out of the city to get away from it all and it turns out that I'm having more of a time up here than I probably would've had at home, she thought. Of course, there are compensations here-I really get off on the Ralston's-they're the best fuck I've ever had-and there is something very special about them that I have never seen before. But it sure is confusing! This morning I was sure I was going to be fired, then, discovering I wasn't, I decided to be a good girl, then I find myself balling Lilly again like I have little choice in the, matter.
If I'm going to stay sane, I think I'd better relax a little and let things do what they're going to do, at least for the time being. Maybe if something radically out of place starts again, I'll try to find someone who can give me the answers, but until then I had best just go along with the whole thing. After all, I'm making great money, in a pleasant atmosphere, with a minimum of hassle, and very little danger, I guess I can't ask for much more than that.
She called the kids up for lunch and tried to wake Lilly up, but Lilly wasn't to be budged. It wasn't until around four o'clock and many dips later that Lisa was able to arouse the sleeping woman. She looked like one of her own children waking up from his nap, her hair clinging to her cheek, her face slightly swollen from the sleep, her eyes half closed with sleep-sand, and a silly grin on her face.
"Hi, sorry I conked out on you like that, but I have to confess I didn't go to sleep at all last night," Lilly murmured. "That's why I was up so early and dressing the kids when you came in. I guess it was just the excitement of finding a groovy person to help me out." Lisa smiled at her and brushed the strand of hair away from Lilly's cheek. "That's O.K.-I fed the kids and had them take a nap before they could go back into the water. Then I watched the other people on the beach and realized that we had no audience at all for our morning performance. At first, I thought it was just because it was so early that everybody else was half asleep. Then I realized that they wouldn't have noticed anyway-no matter what we had done."
"That's sort of true," Lilly replied, "If you're cool about it, they don't notice. If you're uncool, then they get rid of you. Simple, huh."
"Yeah, I guess so," Lisa mused, "but why do they get rid of you?"
"Because they don't want to draw attention to themselves. I mean, outside attention. This is a haven for a lot of people and they have a good thing going-they don't want some idiot coming in and blowing it for them."
"That makes sense," Lisa said. "I just hope that by the end of the summer I'll be able to understand it all."
"You will, don't worry," Lilly quietly replied. "Gather up the kids and let's head on back home-I think that we've had enough sun for a day."
They were all pretty quiet on the drive back. The kids were tired and hungry and Lilly and Lisa had other things on their minds. The maid hustled the kids off to the kitchen as soon as they got into the house, while the women went upstairs to shower and change clothes. Lisa was running a tub full of water when she heard someone knock on her door. She opened it and found Jeff standing there.
"Hi, we just got in," she told him. "I think Lilly's in your bedroom."
"She is and I just got in too." Jeff gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "She forgot to tell you that we're invited to a cocktail party-"
"Oh, don't worry about the kids, everything is fine with us," Lisa interrupted him.
"I'm not worried about the kids. I knew that you would get along famously. No, what I came here to tell you is-are you ready for this?" he teased her.
"Probably not, but go ahead," she grinned and slipped out Of her bikini.
"How am I possibly supposed to go ahead with you doing things like that! It's unfair," he said, pretending to be upset. "I guess I'll just have to ignore you and deliver my message."
"Right on," Lisa said and grinned.
"You're going to go with us! That was actually a stipulation of the invitation," he said and beamed at her.
"Me? Go with you?" Lisa gasped. "Jeff-I have nothing that would be suitable for a cocktail party and besides, how am I going to relate to those people? I have nothing in common with them."
"You relate to us, don't you?" Jeff reasoned with her.
"Sort of. That's mostly because of you people, not because of me. Besides I work for you. Really, what would I say to them?" she asked, trying to remain calm.
"You're a very intelligent girl. That's one of the main reasons we hired you. We wouldn't have a dummy around us. These people are really no different than anyone else-they may have a little more money than most but they are human beings too," he carefully explained to her. "You have beautiful clothes. Anything you wear will be fine. I know that you have good taste, and you can talk to them about anything you want. So don't worry, just get ready."
"O.K.-if you say so," she replied and shrugged.
She wasn't going to put down the chance at getting to meet the people that inhabited the Vineyard, but she was still puzzled that they wanted her to associate with them. She didn't feel like she was the token poverty person to liven up the party-some of the others were supposed to have poverty people working for them, so they knew that trip. She was just going to have to trust Jeff and Lilly that they knew what they were doing.
She climbed into the warm tub and stretched out. She had been in water so much of that day she was surprised to find that she was really getting off on being in it again. The bath oils felt good on her skin; they made her feel luxurious. They were even beginning to turn her on. She had never been so horny so much of the time in her whole life. It was like she was constantly turned on and wanting to make it. Maybe it was just the atmosphere around her, or maybe it was the rare pollution-free air that she was breathing.
She giggled to herself and the water rippled around her. She took her finger and slid it down her gash until she reached her hole. Then she plunged her finger in as far as it would go. With her other hand she began to play with her clitoris, rubbing it, chafing it, plucking it up and letting go of it. She looked around the bathroom for something that she could get into her cunt, something that would go deeper than her finger.
She finally spotted the back brush. It had a long, narrow handle and it would work just perfectly. When she picked it up she discovered that the handle was made out of some kind of bendable rubber. That meant she could bend the handle and get some of it in her cunt while the bristle part of it was on her clitoris.
She spread her legs a little wider-spilled some oil on the handle and shoved it inside her. It felt delicious slipping up her aching cunt. She felt the shivers race through her and felt her twat grab at the rubber instrument inside her. She was so slick from her own juices that the oil was just an extra added attraction. She pushed the bristles down on her clitoris very hard and moved the brush in and out of her, thus moving the bristles back and forth over her clit. She moved faster and faster, shoving the handle deeper and deeper-feeling the pain shoot up through her body and turn into pleasure-feeling her cunt grab and squeeze onto the handle like it was the last thing in the world that was going to enter it-feeling the bristles scrape and chafe across her swollen clitoris-feeling the wanton lust of her body take over her entire being.
She slammed and shoved-twisted and turned-rammed and drove the handle like a piling hammer. She scraped and chafed-scratched and clawed-brushed and ground against her clit until she thought it was going to come off. She could feel it building and building, faster and faster, when suddenly she was over! She felt the orgasm slam through her and leave her shaking in the tub of sloshing water.
She got up and waves of heat passed through her. She felt almost dizzy from the effect, like she had stood up too quickly. She finally managed to steady herself and reach for the towel. As she began to dry herself off, she realized that the terry cloth was beginning to turn her on all over again. She was so sensitive that anything would've turned her on. She felt her juice ooze down her leg, mixed with a little of the bathwater, and trickle to her feet.
She knew it was going to be senseless to put on panties that night They were going to be so soaked by the time she took them off again. It would be ridiculous and besides, they weren't going to stop the flow of juice down her leg. So she decided not to wear any.
She debated about wearing stockings with a garter belt but decided that it would be too hot for those so she would just wear sandals. Then she had to decide what dress to wear. She went carefully through her clothes, trying to find something that wasn't too dressy and yet wasn't hot pants and a halter top. Finally she found a fitted shift with a halter top and slits up the sides. She didn't have to wear a bra with it, not that it really mattered anyway, because she-rarely ever wore one. The slits were just low enough not to give away the fact that she didn't have on panties.
She took a lot of time with her make-up, making sure it was just right. The more she sat and did her make-up, the more turned on she got. Finally it was too much for her and she had to do something about it right then and there. In total disbelief of herself she found herself going into the bathroom again and getting the brush. She took it back out to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. She lifted her skirt so it wouldn't get stained and then plunged the magical instrument into her steaming pussy.
She was going crazy! She was going mad! She was becoming a nymphomaniac! But she couldn't stop herself either. She had to feel the wonderful thick handle sliding in and out of her. She had to feel the bristles scraping against her raw clitoris, driving it to the peak again and again. It wasn't just once this time, it was over and over. She couldn't seem to stop coming-she wondered if the food had an aphrodisiac in it, but thought that the kids and Lilly would've been affected by it also if that had been the case.
The brush slammed up into her again and again, hitting the bone of her pelvis, making her body writhe and convulse on the bed covers. If she was a nympho, it was a fine time to find out! She was going to go nutty trying to satisfy her craving if that was the case. She got up on her knees and sat down on the handle, to give it more depth, and to leave her hands free to really press down on the bristles.
Her cunt sucked the handle in and out faster and faster-deeper and deeper-harder and harder, while she kneeled down on the brush with all her strength. She was beginning to see spots before her eyes. The room was beginning to blur and fade from her vision. She couldn't seem to reach an ultimate level-satisfaction-peak-anything.
Suddenly the room went out of focus altogether! She could only feel the riding motion of her body slamming up and down on the handle. She could only feel the scratching sensation of the brush against her pulsing knob of flesh. It seemed like she was slamming and writhing forever. It seemed like that was all there was left in the world to do. It seemed like she was a perpetual motion machine and never would stop.
Up and down-in and out-harder and harder-twist and turn-convulse and shake-numb yet feeling everything-again and again. She couldn't believe it-it just wasn't like her-she thought that she was going to go completely out of her mind unless something happened and happened fast. Her body was twisted and contorted into the most impossible positions and it was racked with the convulsions that kept surging through her.
The room was now spinning, like an uncontrollable top. She was so close and yet so far away from reaching the peak. So close-so close-OVER! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! she screamed inside herself. It was unreal! It lasted for eons and eons! It was the most beautiful orgasm that she had ever had! It was tearing inside of her and tears were streaming down her face. She thought about her make-up and then cracked up laughing on the bed. It was such a relief. She didn't care that she had to do her make-up all over again.
She lay there on the bed, recovering from her unbelievable orgasm, then she finally was able to get up. She staggered to the dressing table to repair the damage that had been done. There wasn't really all that much. She heard a knock on the door. Just in time, she thought.
"Come in," she called.
Lilly walked in, wafting a trail of heavenly-smelling perfume behind her.
"Oh, may I borrow some of the perfume?" Lisa asked, feeling brave.
"Of course, and I have a present for you, too," Lilly replied and smiled.
"Oh, super!" Lisa said. "What is it?"
"Here," Lilly said, handing her a small box, "they're from Japan and they are an ancient method for keeping yourself aroused. They're really fantastic. You slip them up your cunt, all the way up, and then when you walk, they bump against each other and create a vibration that goes all through you."
"Oh, I'll have to wear panties with it, otherwise the string will show," Lisa said half to herself and half out-loud.
"If you're thinking about getting too wet or your juices coming through your panties, don't worry, the balls will keep it all inside. But when you take them out-'Well, let's say it's like a small geyser!" Lilly laughed her golden laugh.
"O.K., although, I don't think I need to get any more aroused than I already am. Oh what the hell! I'll give anything a try once!" Lisa lightly tossed it off feeling almost reckless.
Lilly went out to get Lisa the perfume, while Lisa sat on the edge of her chair and slipped the balls up into her cunt. She felt them go pop-pop and then lodge right at the rim of her hole. She took her finger and pushed them up deeper, then took the handle of the brush and wedged them right up against her womb. She felt her cunt lock down on them and knew that they weren't going anywhere too soon.
She found a pair of silky panties and put them on. When she bent over, she felt what Lilly had tried to describe to her. The balls clanked against each other and sent a rippling vibration all through her body.
Oh, man, this could be real funsville tonight, she thought. It's not like I'm not having enough trouble controlling myself as it is, I have to go and wear something that is specifically designed to turn me on. Arouse me, as Lilly put it. Man, I'm going to need a vacation from this summer if this keeps up! I'll be too exhausted to start college.
Lilly walked back in with the perfume and asked, "How do you like them?"
"They're great!" Lisa exclaimed. She dabbed some of the perfume on her.
Then Lilly took the bottle and dabbed some on each tit and around Lisa's cunt. "I just want to make sure that it gets all the vital parts."
Lisa smiled a dreamy smile, thrilling to the electricity flowing from Lilly's finger to her body. When they were finished they walked down the stairs. Never before had walking down stairs been such a sexual experience to Lisa; now it was very much a sexual experience. The balls clattered and clanked against her womb and pelvic bone, stirring her up all over again.
She got into the car and waited for something to happen.
"My goodness, don't you look luscious," Jeff told her.
"Thank you," she replied as he started up the car.
So far, nothing, then the car hit its first bump and the balls rolled around inside of her. She lay her head back against the seat and closed her eyes; she let her body go completely limp and just feel the tiny vibrations reverberating through her. She didn't open her eyes until the car stopped. Then she saw that they had reached a dock and that there was a small motorboat waiting to take them out to the yacht.
She climbed into the boat and looked at the water around her-it was slightly choppy because a wind was blowing up. She knew that without a doubt, she was going to probably have to attack the first male that she saw when she got on the yacht because the vibrations of the balls were turning her into a wild woman. She knew that the balls were going to go crazy inside of her and she was going to be a little bit more than aroused by the time they got there.
The boat took off and went rapidly skimming across . the water. The waves kept slapping at the sides and the hull of the tiny craft kept slamming down on top of the water, each time jolting Lisa into a state of hyperawareness that she had never felt before. Finally they reached the yacht and Jeff helped Lisa climb out of the boat. She wasn't sure that her legs were going to hold her up for a minute or two and then she seemed to regain her balance.
As soon as she was on the boat, though, she started to walk and bumped right into a man coming her way.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," she murmured, feeling very embarrassed. "I haven't got my sea legs yet"
"Quite all right, I assure you," he said casually, "I love to be bumped into by lovely young ladies."
He wandered off and left Lisa standing there trying to get hold of herself.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lisa looked around for the Ralstons, whom she seemed to have misplaced while getting out of the small motorboat. Finally, after much neck-craning, she saw Lilly's head pop up over the crowd. She made a beeline for them, bumping and pushing people aside with no regard as to who they were or what they were doing. She almost felt panic that she wouldn't be able to reach Lilly before she disappeared again. It reminded her of the one time she had lost her mother in a department store when she was a very small child. It was Christmastime and she was beside herself with fear that she would never find her again. It was the same kind of panic tonight, although she couldn't imagine why.
At last she reached Lilly. Lilly was calmly talking to someone who looked vaguely familiar. It was the kind of familiarity that one gets from seeing a film star and not being able to place the name. Just as Lisa was almost to them, Lilly looked up and smiled.
"Oh Lisa, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine," Lilly said, "Lisa meet Paul O'Tomely-Paul, this is Lisa Volente."
"Hi, I hope that you like our vineyard," Paul greeted her.
"I find it fascinating," Lisa replied. "Ah, Lilly, may I talk to you for a moment?"
"Certainly-excuse us, Paul. Don't go away-I want to hear the end of that story," Lilly called out.
"I'll be right here," Paul assured her.
Lisa walked over to the side of the yacht and then turned to Lilly. "What am I supposed to do?" she asked.
"Mingle with the crowd, of course. Just enjoy yourself, darling, and don't worry about a thing," Lilly said sweetly. "If you see someone you like and they are free, go to it-and don't worry about the balls. If I know this crowd-and I do-any of them would get off on the idea, so be cool and have fun!"
"O.K., but I'm still a little confused," Lisa muttered wanly.
I'm sure that you'll have a good time, sweetheart," Lilly assured her. "Now, I really must get back to Paul before some pussycat comes along and snakes him out from under me."
Lisa watched Lilly go back toward the man to whom she had been talking. His name had rung a bell with her but she couldn't quite place it. She felt completely at sea-there didn't seem to be anyone her own age at the party-and she didn't know a soul except the Ralstons and they had totally deserted her. Somehow she got the sneaky feeling that there was more to the party than met the eye-at least the part concerning her being invited.
She stood by the railing, watching the water lap at the pilings and tried to convince herself that she hadn't jumped out of the frying pan into the fire when she had taken this job. She had left home to get away from the inevitable pimps that were going to try and grab her for their stables, but she wasn't sure that she hadn't gotten herself into a much more subtle situation.
She had to admit to herself that the environment was much more suitable and conducive to convincing someone that they would want to sell their body, but she wasn't at all sure that she wanted to fall into the scene so easily. It was a thought that kept recurring in her mind, so much that she felt there had to be some inkling of truth attached to it. It wasn't the kind of thing that she was likely to dwell upon if she felt no threat from it.
She was contemplating how she would feel if she found out for sure that high-class whoring' was the name of the game, when a very attractive man came up to her. She had been watching him from a distance for quite a while and he had obviously been studying her and wondering if he should come over and speak to her. Now, apparently he had decided to take a chance.
"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," the man said to her.
"No. Just some soul searching, which can be done at any time," Lisa said as she smiled up at him.
"That's a pretty heavy thing to be doing at a party, isn't it?" he asked.
"Well, I suppose so, but you see, I don't know anyone except the Ralstons and they are busy. I'm also not always the most outgoing person in the world, especially if I think I'm out of my league," Lisa explained.
"And I take it you think that you're out of your league being here," he stated.
"I don't think-I know without a doubt," Lisa informed him.
"Not knowing you, I can't say, but you don't look out of your league-if that's any consolation to you," he told her. "By the way, my name's Hal Elliot erstwhile author on occasion."
"Mine's Lisa-Lisa Volente-and thank you for the compliment," she answered. "You wouldn't happen to be the Hal Elliot-the sci-fi writer?"
"Yes. The one and only. Don't tell me you've read my books," he said laughing.
"Every single one of them," she replied, "and I loved all of them. They're strange and a little out of the normal class of sci-fi stuff-but I really like them."
"I'll be damned! Where have you been all my life-I could use a dozen of your kind. My morale gets awfully low at times."
"I don't see why-you've won all kinds of awards and all," she said sincerely. "Unless, of course, you're on a fishing expedition at the moment."
"Fishing expedition?" He looked puzzled.
"I guess you're not or you would know what I was saying," she told him. "Fishing expeditions are when you want a compliment and you maneuver the person you're talking to into giving you one. I would have thought that you would have been much more confident of yourself-even a little egotistical."
"Confidence is the one thing I haven't got," he said wryly, "egotistical I am-confident, no."
"Odd combination," she replied. "I guess it makes sense, but I'm not quite certain how."
"Well, look at it this way-if I come across as arrogant and as if I don't need anyone-then no one will find out that I'm just a fake," he explained.
"All right. I can see that, but I'd think that you'd get mighty lonely that way. Besides, what makes you think you're a fake?" she questioned him.
"I just know that I am. I could do a lot more than I'm doing if only I would just buckle down and do it-but I'm lazy and I'm copping out by writing sci-fi stuff," he told her. "Jesus, listen to me. I don't know why I'm saying all of this to you-you couldn't be very interested in it."
"On the contrary, I'm very interested in it," she informed him. "For once, I don't feel like the only person here who is a little lost and confused, and secondly, it certainly is a more realistic picture of you. I like that."
"That's good, because you seem to be the kind of person who brings things out in other people," he said.
"I didn't realize that," she murmured. "Tell me about your new book-notice the quick change of subject matter there."
"I noticed-how did you know that I was doing another book?"
"Stands to reason. You can't stand to not do anything, in spite of your saying that you're lazy-so you won't do anything serious-so you're writing another sci-fi book," she answered. "Logical?"
"Very!" he replied dryly. "Yes, I am doing another book, only this one is getting closer to the thing that I really want to do. You see, I think if I sneak up on it I'll be able to do it, but never if I set out to do it Make any sense?"
"Lots!" she told him. "So continue-what's it about?" Lisa had gotten so absorbed in Hal's plight that she hadn't paid any attention to where they were going or if they were even moving at all. They had walked from the upper deck to the lower deck in a slow meandering manner. Suddenly they were standing in front of a door and Hal was opening it up with a key. Still, Lisa wasn't aware of what was happening. Hal was telling her all about the latest book he was working on and she was absolutely fascinated. It hadn't even dawned on her that she was in the company of a famous writer.
Lisa was not a groupie, but there were some people whom she admired greatly and Hal Elliot was one of them. And yet, she was talking to him like she had known him all her life and he was just an ordinary person with ordinary hang-ups. Hal had planned it that way-he could tell that she would have been overawed by him if he hadn't come on the way he did, and he knew that they wouldn't have gotten anywhere with that. He could tell that she was an intelligent person and had a lot to say, but would have remained silent out of deference to him. He didn't like that kind of hero-worship-he liked people to think of him as 'the guy next door.' He also liked to make it with pretty, intelligent women like Lisa and he knew that he wouldn't have gotten to first base with her if he had done it any differently. He was aware that this sort of action could be called manipulative, but he felt that it was for a worthy cause.
He spirited Lisa through the door, still carrying on the conversation without her having the faintest idea of where she was.
"You know, that sounds fascinating," Lisa was saying, 'I've thought about writing, but I think I'm going to wait a little longer. I think that I would have a slightly slanted point of view on everything, and I feel that a writer should be more open."
"Well, that's not necessarily true," Hal replied, "but I can see your point. I think that a lot of my writing is slanted by my experiences. Maybe you mean that you want to have more experiences before you start to write."
He slipped his arm around her shoulders and let his hand fall down to her breast. He began to caress it and play with it. He felt his cock rising in his pants and knew that this girl was going to be a wonderful fuck-it was another thing that he could just tell by looking at her and feeling her.
"I suppose that's what I mean," she mused and then looked around. "Hey, where are we?"
"In my stateroom," he told her. "I thought that it would be more private here. Besides, you really turn me on and I'd like to ball you-and I think that definitely deserves privacy."
"It does at that," she replied. She still wasn't thinking about who he was, and all she could feel was that it was sort of expected that she would ball him. Not that she minded-she really liked him and thought that he probably would be a very good lay. She wasn't sure why she felt it was her duty to ball him, but it had something to do with her being at the party in the first place. Maybe it was fate.
She definitely was getting off on his playing with her breast and the heavy sexual excitement of that afternoon was flooding back into her. She had forgotten about it for awhile-she had even forgotten about the little balls-but now it all came back and she was more turned on than ever. She turned toward him and planted her mouth on his, parting his lips with her tongue.
Hal quickly responded by finding her tongue and playing with it He carefully undid her dress and the knot at her neck, letting the dress slip to her waist. Then he lifted her slightly and pulled the dress the rest of the way off. He tackled the panties next and got them off with no trouble. It was then that he found the string hanging from her cunt. For one fleeting moment he thought that she might have her period, then he realized that the string wasn't string, but was actually a nylon cord.
He began to tug at it to see what kind of reaction he'd get. Immediately Lisa began to moan and twist around in his arms. He could feel a sudden surge of heat flash through her body and the tension of excitement as he felt her shaking fingers fumble with his belt and zipper, then finally manage to get them undone. She was frantically tugging at his pants trying to get them off him, but was having little luck since she couldn't lift him up. He raised up so that she could slide them down.
Then he stood up and took off the rest of his clothes. He was in too much of a hurry to wait for her to get them off. He lay back down on the bed and pulled her to him. His hand went straight for the cord that had him so fascinated. He couldn't imagine what it was, but he knew that it decidedly turned her on-it made her a wild tigress-a mad woman-and that was the way he liked them.
Lisa felt the balls clank against her pelvic bone unmercifully. She felt them tug at the edge of her hole at the same time and the whole effect was one of instant lust. She crawled all over Hal's body, being careful not to disturb his tugging action. She licked and lapped at his torso with her tongue, not missing a single spot. She went all around his nipples, making them become hard little pebbles-under his arm, making him squirm and wiggle underneath her-down over his stomach, making his muscles ripple and convulse-and finally to his cock, making it jump and twitch in greeting.
She sucked his powerful tool into her mouth and buried it deep in her throat. She moved the back of her throat on the tip of his cock-her lips at the base of his cock-and her tongue slithered up and down the length of his shaft. She took his balls in her hand and began to roll them around, while with the other hand, she slipped her finger into his ass.
Her pussy was in his face, her lovely clitoris staring him in the eyes. He sank his mouth over the soft, pink knob-continued to pull on the cord-and followed suit with his other hand by slipping a finger into her ass. He felt flashes of electricity run rampant through him. He was so turned on that he didn't think that he was going to be able to hold out very long. He thrilled to the action of her mouth on his rod, never in his entire life of fucking having felt anything like it before.
He felt himself getting totally lost in what she was doing, in the sensation, and forgetting to return the favor until she shoved her pussy against his face really hard. He was finding it hard to concentrate, because she was driving him insane. Suddenly, something snapped-the room disappeared-the bed vanished-they were in space and he was a madman. He was the madman of outer space-of inner space-of hyperspace. He was the fucker of the world and she was the world.
Lisa felt a sudden savagery, a fierceness come over Hal. It was like he had been taken over by another being, and she loved it. She responded just as quickly and just as heavily to the savagery, urging him further and further into the fiery passion. Urging him to lose himself totally in the wanton lust that took them over. He was fabulous-he was unbelievable-he was great!
He plunged his finger into her tight brown hole over and over again, scraping and dragging the muscles in and out. He yanked harder and harder on the cord, hoping that ha could pull whatever was in her out. He bit and chewed on her cherry-red clitoris, feeling the hardness slip back and forth across his tongue. He felt her body quiver and shake on top of his. He felt her writhe and moan with uncontrollable pleasure. He went faster and faster, until he thought that his arms were going to fall off and then they went numb.
She milked his large shaft from top to bottom and teased it with her tongue in between. She felt the wonderful tool pulse and shimmer in her throat and mouth. She felt his balls roll around and around, restless-wanting-building his orgasm. She felt his asshole squeeze and hold onto her finger-suck it back up in-side-r-shove it out-and bum its raging heat onto her finger. She knew that any moment he was going to pull the balls out-he was going to be able to get them out Suddenly Lilly's words came back into her head.
"And when they come out you'll gush like a fountain all over the place. It's a wonderful feeling!"
She knew that she had stored a lot of juice up inside her cunt, so she knew she was going to be like Old Faithful-a geyser! Then it happened-pop-pop-and her juices streamed down over Hal's face, neck and shoulders. She felt his tongue frantically lapping at her cream, trying not to miss a single drop. She felt his finger shove up her hot, throbbing cunt. She felt his teeth clamp down hard on her clitoris.
Pain and pleasure rushed through her. Spasm after spasm racked her body. She wanted to feel his joint in her pussy so badly she could scream. Finally she couldn't stand it any longer. She jumped up and rammed herself down on his waving rod, feeling the soaring sensation of the first bite of food to a starving man. Her whole body was alive-every nerve was on edge-every muscle was rippling and shaking-every particle of her was super-hyper-sensitive.
He could feel the fire-the unbelievable engulfing of his entire being. He was merged with the world-he the fucker-he was being fucked! He grabbed Lisa's hips and pumped her up and down on his cock, faster and faster. He wanted to reach all the way up her, inside her womb if it was possible-to the deepest, darkest regions of her entity. He wanted to know her in the fullest possible manner-be a part of her-her be him.
He pummeled and rammed-shoved and slammed-drove his prick into her gash as hard as he could. He felt the tip of his rod pushing and prodding at her tiny hole all the way inside her. Finally, he felt the tip slip inside of the hole. It was so tight that he thought that it was going to cut off the tip of his dick, then he felt her hole gently caress it. He felt the rest of her pussy rippling up and down his shaft like her tongue had done.
Faster and faster he rammed into her-harder and harder she impaled herself on him. They could feel the building-the tension-the fire-the heat-the raging storm-the hurricane of passion. They slammed and tortured each other's bodies until they thought they couldn't take anymore, only to find out that they could take much more. The electricity-the energy was uncontrollable. The lust was fantastic. The tearing and clawing, screaming and moaning was reaching heights never before reached by mere man.
Suddenly Hal shot off inside her tiny womb like a geyser-her cunt clamped down on his cock like a vise-again and again. Then, with no warning, Hal pulled out of her and shot the rest of his semen over her beautiful body. He shot the creamy liquid between her breasts and watched it ooze down her body to her cunt.
She watched his engorged rod spray jettison after jettison over her-she felt it roll down her body like a river-she felt it cling to her like a child to its mother. She rolled and moaned as the liquid hit her-she was in ecstasy-pure bliss. Finally it stopped coming and she collapsed on top of Hal.
They lay there for a while, then got up and got dressed. They continued the conversation that they had been having before they had gotten involved and walked up to the upper deck. But all the time Lisa was thinking, I really must talk to Judy about all of this. I really must ask her what the story is here and whether I'm right or not.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lisa remembered little of the rest of the night and the next morning she had only one thought on her mind-to call Judy and find out what was happening. She didn't like being in the dark-she wanted to know what she was supposed to be doing, not just guess at it. She quickly got dressed, went downstairs, looked up the Comer's number and called Judy.
"Hi, Judy?" she asked.
"Yes, this is she," Judy replied.
"It's Lisa," she informed the other girl, "listen-I've got to talk to you today and badly!"
"Sure, Lisa," Judy said. "Why don't you meet me at the old wharf-ask anybody, they'll tell you how to get there. It's secluded and we won't be disturbed. We can talk all day if Lilly doesn't mind taking the kids."
"I'll have to ask her," Lisa said, "but I hope she doesn't, because I really have a lot to talk to you about. You want me to bring the lunch?"
"We'll both bring something," Judy replied. "That way we'll have variety. O.K.?"
"Sure. I'll meet you in about an hour and a half-that all right with you?" Lisa asked.
"Fine by me," Judy gaily said. "Remember, the old wharf."
Lisa hung up the phone and went in search of Lilly. She found her in the kitchen giving the cook the menu for the evening.
"Lilly?" Lisa called to her.
"Yes, Lisa?" Lilly turned around.
"Would you mind taking the kids today? I want to talk to Judy and I think that it'll take most of the day," Lisa said to her.
"Of course I don't mind. I think it's a marvelous idea that you spend the day with Judy-she's a wonderful person," Lilly smiled.
"Yes, she is, and I think that we could be really close friends," Lisa quietly said. "I'm glad you won't mind."
"Don't be silly. Be sure to take something to eat," she said.
"O.K. and again, thanks." Lisa turned to tell the cook what she thought would be good for a picnic lunch.
It was just as Judy had said, everybody was very helpful in telling her how to get to the wharf. Lilly had said she could take one of the cars, the cook had packed a beautiful basket and everything was working out just fine. She felt that she was going to get her answer at last. She was pretty sure what it was going to be and she still wasn't too sure how she was going to take it, but she didn't dwell on that very much.
She parked the car and walked the rest of the way to the meeting place. Judy was already there and had everything laid out for their comfort.
"Hi," Judy called to her.
"Hi," Lisa said, trudging through the sand. "How's Dale?"
"He's fine," Judy said. "I don't get to see very much of him right now-he's busy putting the boat in the water. The first part of the season, I don't see him because of that, the middle part of the season, it's because he's always racing and the last part of the season, it's because he's taking the boat out of the water and putting it into storage."
"It sounds like you don't get to see very much of him at all, even though he's living in the same house with you," Lisa giggled.
"Well, it is sort of like that. I know it must sound strange, but we're kept pretty busy all summer," Judy explained.
Lisa didn't want to jump right into the subject in the uppermost part of her mind, so she continued to talk about Dale. "You know, I think your brother is really a very nice guy. What's he like?"
"That's what I like," Judy laughed. "You think he's very nice then you ask what's he like. It's all right-I know what you mean. Dale's a hard one to figure out-and I'm his sister. He's very quiet, stays to himself a lot and hasn't been all that interested in any one particular girl. That's why it surprised me when he sparked up about you."
"What do you mean?" Lisa was interested.
"Well, he talked about nothing else all the way home the first day you got here," Judy said slowly. "Then he's made some sort of reference to you ever since then. He's even asked me a couple of time if you've called me yet. That's not like him."
"I see," Lisa smiled. "Gee, I hadn't realized I made such an impression-and that was without even trying."
"Lord, I'd hate to see what he'd be like if you do try," Judy laughed. "I think I'll move out until he calms down, when you turn the charm on."
"Maybe I won't have to," Lisa grinned at her. "Maybe I'm just magical enough all by my lonesome."
"According to him, that's exactly the way it is," Judy told her, with a little more seriousness in her voice.
"Hey, Judy, are you trying to say something by that, I mean more than the average boy meets girl, boy likes girl type of thing?" Lisa asked.
"Kind of, I guess," Judy mumbled. "It's this way, Lisa. Dale has been turned off to chicks for a long time. I never got the whole story as to why, even though I'm his sister. I just know that he hasn't thought too much about them and his being interested in you so soon, well, it really was a surprise."
"I guess I ought to be flattered," Lisa replied. "Somehow I get the feeling that Dale is the prize catch around here; some sort of challenge to womanhood.
Then I step off the bus and whammo, I've got Dale. Is that it?"
"You got the picture," Judy nodded.
They had been very engrossed in their conversation and didn't see the figure heading in their direction until it was almost on top of them. When its shadow covered them, they looked up to see its huge torso looming over them.
"Oh, hi Jack," Judy casually said.
"Take a powder, Fenny, I want to be alone with the new pigeon," Jack growled.
Lisa was just about to say something about not liking the reference, when Judy stood up, looking for all the world like she was going to do what the boy had said.
"Hey, Judy, don't leave!" Lisa exclaimed.
"It's O.K.," Judy replied.
"You may think it's O.K., but I don't like being called a pigeon," Lisa expostulated. "And furthermore, I don't see why you have to do what he tells you to do."
"Look, I'll be right back," Judy explained. "Just don't worry, it's all right."
"What's the matter? Doesn't the little girl from the big bad city want to be with me? Are you afraid that I might touch you?" Jack taunted Lisa.
Lisa watched Judy walk away and felt very deserted. She almost felt like Judy had betrayed her. She moved away from Jack and tried to make herself as small and inconspicuous as possible, but she didn't think she was having very much luck with it. She felt creepy with him standing over her. She also felt very much threatened; physically threatened. She had no reason for her fear, except that he was obnoxious, but she had known a lot of obnoxious people in her lifetime.
Jack sat down beside her and began to crowd her. It was an old game and Lisa knew it well; that didn't mean that she liked it any better. He would move so that he was almost on top of her, that would make her move over, then he would move over again. This would continue until she got tired of it or he grabbed her. This time both things happened simultaneously: she got tired and he grabbed her.
She tried to get away, but Jack was much stronger than her and he quickly pinned her to the ground. Lisa was feeling very vulnerable, she struggled and twisted, and finally tried to knee him in the balls. All she got for her last effort was a slap across the face.
"Listen, bitch, if I want you, I intend to have you, and kneeing me is only going to make it twice as bad," he growled at her. "So just lie back and enjoy it. Give in because there ain't nothing you can do about it!"
Lisa was furious; she was so mad that tears were streaming down her face. She stared into the arrogant face above her and seriously contemplated the consequences of spitting into his leering smile. She decided that it wouldn't be a very advisable idea.
There may not be much I can do about it, she grimly thought, but that doesn't mean that I won't bite the holy shit out of you or try and knee you every chance that I get!
He wouldn't have been a bad person to fuck if he weren't trying to rape her. He might have been a little too rough for her taste, but still he could have been enjoyable. She wondered what made him act the way he did, to have to force all the chicks that he wanted. She knew that she wasn't the first one who had been turned off by him; he was the type that turned them off in droves.
He crushed his lips to hers, breaking the skin and making them bleed a little. He pinned her arms down with his, and her legs down with his knees. He was hurting her by leaning on her, because he weighed so touch more than she did. He happened to be holding her right where the bones were closest to the surface and she was in agony.
She remembered that Judy had said she would be right back, but it wasn't going to be 'right back' soon enough for Lisa. She felt his thick tongue pushing down her throat, almost gagging her. She felt his stiff rod grinding against her pelvis; it wasn't pleasant, just painful. She wanted to scream, "Get off me, you ape!", but was too busy trying not to throw up. He was big and ugly and dirty to her and she just wished that he would hurry up and get it over with.
"Jack! Get the bloody fuck off her!" Lisa heard Judy's blessed voice. "What the hell do you think you're doing, playing King Kong?"
"I told you to blow, Judy baby," Jack said menacingly.
"And I said that I would be right back, lover boy," Judy tossed back at him, "and I am. So, now get off her, or do you want Stu to throw you off?"
"Bitch!" Jack spat at her. "You would bring Stu here. Did you think that you could start something between us? Huh? Is that what you had in mind?"
"Lay off, Jack," a new voice spoke.
Jack, reluctantly got off Lisa and she slowly sat up, rubbing her arms where he had held her. She looked up in the direction of the soft voice and saw a boy much the same height and looks as Jack, but without Jack's egotistical attitude.
"Thanks, Judy," Lisa said, "and you too, Stu. I'm afraid that I don't get off on rape games. I've seen too many real ones to think it's a lark."
"I dig," Stu said quietly and sat down beside her. "You're Lisa, right?"
"Yup, that's me," Lisa smiled.
"Well, my name's Stu Donnegan, and that gorilla over there is Jack Farrigan," he introduced them. "You'll have to forgive his manners, but he is slightly brain-damaged and doesn't always know what he is doing. I'm his keeper, but unfortunately, I lose track of him sometimes and he slips away from me."
Lisa laughed, knowing that Stu was trying to make light of the situation. "That's O.K., I'm really a very understanding person. Especially, when it comes to brain damaged gorillas."
"Hey," Judy cut in, "we brought back some goodies with us."
"Right," Stu said, pulling out a small plastic bag. "Can you roll good joints?"
Lisa nodded that she could, although it had been a while since she last smoked. She took the papers and the grass from Stu and carefully began to roll lollipop sized joints. She knew that most people liked the big fat joints, but she also knew that you got higher off of the small ones. She handed them out as she finished rolling them and finally lit one herself. She leaned back against a rock, inhaled the smoke, held it, then slowly let it leak from her lungs into the air.
It took a minute for the effect to hit her, then, all of a sudden, she was careening in wild geometric patterns. She could feel a silly grin begin to form on her face and she knew that it was going to stay there for the rest of the afternoon. She smoked another joint and vaguely remembered that she had wanted to talk to Judy about something very important, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember what it was. By her third joint, she didn't care and didn't try to remember. The world had lost all of its harsh edges; it had become soft and round; it had become smooth and almost squeezable.
Lisa was barely aware that someone was touching her; it felt like a thousand feathers, running up and down her body. She forced her eyes open and saw Stu's gentle face looking into hers. She let her eyes travel down and notice that it was his hands that were caressing her. She liked the feeling and wiggled down onto the sand, so that she could be more comfortable and more available to his wandering hands.
He caressed her breasts and nipples, he licked her stomach, he stroked her clitoris, he lapped at her pussy hole, he built beautiful patterns on her, merging them with her own. She knew that she was turned on, but it was a very far away kind of turn on. It was almost like she wasn't there, but her body was; she was sitting off somewhere, watching. She felt herself move her hips, she felt herself respond to Stu's playing, she felt herself give back to him, but she wasn't a part of it Then she became aware of other figures floating around her. She focused very carefully, quickly but carefully, and saw that it was Judy and Jack. They had come to join Stu in giving her body pleasure. She could feel herself soaring and flying around in the wide open space. She could feel the thrill of the hands all over her body, the lips, the tongues, the mouths. She could feel her juices flow, lazily, from her hole, and someone lick them, suck them from her.
It was as if everything was being done in extreme slow motion, as if someone had stopped time and only the four of them could move through it, but it was with a great deal of effort. Only they didn't really feel the strain from the effort of moving. She felt Judy's tits gliding over her, she felt Stu's rod sliding up and down her gash, she felt Jack's cock brushing against her lips. She was in ecstasy.
They teased her for hours and hours. In fact, she was convinced that it had to be for days, but that didn't matter; nothing mattered. She just lay there absorbing the beautiful, wonderful, delightful, teasing, tickling sensations that swarmed over her. At one point, she thought about moving her position, but the effort seemed to be too great, so she gave it up.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she became aware of the actions becoming more insistent, more demanding. She wondered how they expected her to give back so much, and if they would get mad at her if she couldn't, but they didn't seem to notice that she wasn't moving at all now. They didn't seem to see that she was floating about two feet off the ground. They didn't seem to notice that her body was like a person who was in a deep coma.
The more they caressed her, the deeper she went, until suddenly everything turned inside out. She was a mass of movement, a frenzy of movement, a whirling dervish, dancing on the air currents above them. She was uncontrollable, beyond their comprehension. From somewhere far off in the distance, she was hearing a sound. It was a strange sound, like some kind of ageless scream that couldn't be stopped.
She listened to the scream very intently; it seemed to be coming closer to her. It sounded like a great creature, flying towards her, calling to its mate. She could hear the highs and lows of the scream as the creature flew with the air currents. Her body seemed to be swirling in rhythm to the sound; it seemed to be tied to the sound in some unknown manner.
She was hot-she was cold-she shook-she shuddered-she couldn't hold herself still now. Before she couldn't move, now she was a blur of movement. She could feel herself building and building-the orgasm becoming stronger and stronger-peaking for an endless amount of time-and it wouldn't break. She didn't believe that any one human being could last that long in that state. She was sure that they would go mad before it was over.
Then she thought that she just might be mad and didn't know it. Maybe they were all mad, driven by their passions, driven by their insane lust for each other's bodies. She was dizzy and thrilled-exhilarated and numb. She couldn't distinguish anything or anybody from anything or anyone else. It was all running together: cock, tits, lips, mouths, tongues, asses, juices, semen; whatever was touching her was one huge mass of carnal desire.
Suddenly she felt two large, hard objects ram into her cunt and ass at the same time. She was tom in half and then trampled upon! She was impaled on these objects-screwed and twisted on them-rammed and shoved on them-slammed and crammed on them. She felt her body being contorted all out of shape. She couldn't see who was doing this to her-in fact, she couldn't see at all. She was a sensation machine that could only record touch-things that could be felt-nothing else.
The screaming creature had finally landed and was sitting inside her. It was nesting for the duration of her torture. She was beyond reach-beyond mind-beyond dimension. She felt herself being pummeled and fucked; her cunt and ass were being ripped open by enormous phalluses. Again and again they tore into her-they pushed her smooth, swollen skin aside and entered into her. She felt a mouth on her nipples, a tongue lapping all around her breasts.
She felt the ecstasy and the agony of the usage of her body. She was a sexual receptacle, a sexual machine; push a button and she would fuck you like you had never been fucked before in your life. The raging tides whip lashed her back and forth, screaming, ripping through her. She was endless; time was endless; orgasm was endless; she knew all the answers now, she was to remain in the state of orgasm for the rest of her life-for the rest of the ages to come.
Over and over again, she felt herself being entered and pulled out of. Faster and faster, she felt the build op-faster than the speed of light-faster than the speed of sound and the thunderous cracks were overwhelming. Suddenly she went over-she snapped into consciousness-she could see again. She saw that Jack and Stu were both fucking her and that Judy was sucking on her tits. She knew that the screaming creature was herself and that the cracks were their bodies slapping against each other.
Everything seemed to be very hazy, but she was finally aware of what was going on around her. She. felt the wildest glow spread through her body; a feeling of completeness; a feeling of wholeness and peacefulness with the world. She was very happy and lay back down on the sand with a big smile on her face. She didn't hate anybody or distrust anybody; she felt good and warm towards everyone.
"Heeeeyyyy-Liiisssaaa," a voice came through the echo chamber of her mind. "Itt'ssss tiiimmmeee weeeeee wentttt hoooommme."
Right, she thought, but couldn't get up just then. She looked up at Judy and smiled at her, finally Stu and Jack helped Judy to lift her onto her feet. Once she was on them she could stand up-she wasn't too sure about walking on them, but she could stand up.
CHAPTER SIX
Somehow she managed to get home, with the help of Judy and crew. Judy even went as far as to help her into her bedroom. She collapsed onto the bed and lay there drifting in and out of a dream state. She never saw Judy go, because she was already in her somnolent state before Judy had left her. It was about two hours later that she began to come to a little. It wasn't much, but enough for her to semi-organize her thoughts into a simple pattern.
It was then that she fully realized that she hadn't been able to mention one word to Judy about her dilemma. She didn't even get a chance to hint at it. She was slightly pissed off, because she wasn't sure when she was going to be able to get another day off again. She was sure that it wasn't going to be anytime too soon.
She tried to get up to go and take a bath, but her body wasn't functioning at all yet. It was hard enough for her to keep her mind concentrated on one thought, let alone try and confuse it by wanting to make her body move. Her mind wasn't ready to cope with such a big order from her. She knew that she hadn't smoked in a long time, but she certainly didn't think it had been that long.
She tried to think if she had ever heard that grass would be stronger, affect a person more, if they stopped for a while and then went back to it. She knew that alcohol was supposed to do that, but she couldn't remember if marijuana was supposed to do the same thing. Somehow, she seemed to doubt it, but then she couldn't explain why she was so completely out of it. She felt like the wreck of the Hesperus. It just didn't make sense, she was always able to function beautifully on grass, better than she ever was on alcohol, but this didn't even feel like that kind of wrecked.
Suddenly it dawned on her like the great light bulb in the sky, the grass had to have been treated. Maybe somebody put DMT in it, or DET, but it definitely wasn't just plain grass. It had seemed awfully powdery in places and then full of resin in others, but she hadn't paid any attention to that. Finally it came to her, it was a combination of kef and African opium-treated marijuana!
Man! No wonder I'm crazy-out-of-my-head ripped! I should have recognized the taste of it! Damn! Next time I'm going to have to taste it free and clear of anyone smoking it around me, so I won't smoke three of them again, she chastised herself. Lisa Volente-you should have your head examined for such a dumb thing! How long have you lived on the streets? How long have you known never, never take or smoke anything without knowing exactly what it was first?
She was really disgusted with herself. She forced herself to get up off the bed and go to the bathroom. She forced herself to move in a very precise manner and not to fumble around for things. She didn't particularly want the Ralstons to know that she was ripped and she knew that the only way she was going to accomplish that was to practice alone, first.
Just about the time she had finished her bath and was feeling a little more together, there was a knock on the door. She wrapped the big towel around her slender body and walked to the door.
"Hi, Jeff," she said. "You look like you are going to deliver another message to me."
"I do sort of feel like the messenger boy around here, but Lilly is always having to get last minute things done before we can go, so I get elected to tell you the good news." He smiled. "You look a little bleary-eyed-you haven't been crying, have you?"
"Nope. Not in the least. I just came out of a very hot bath, that's all," she explained, having to think very fast to cover that one. "So what's it to be tonight?"
I don't think I could stand much more, she thought to herself, but then, I haven't thought I could stand much more for a while now, and I still seem to be here in one piece-sort of.
"There's to be a big bash tonight and of course, you're invited." he told her. "But Lilly has requested that you dress up very fancy and that you don't wear any panties tonight. She also said that if you don't think you have anything dressy enough, to let her know and she will find an outfit for you. She thinks that you two are about the same size."
"I think I had better have Lilly approve what I pick out, just to make sure it's the kind of thing she has in mind," Lisa replied. "Tell her that I believe we are the same size and maybe she should pick out something just in case she doesn't like my choice, so that we won't waste time."
"Good idea, honey," Jeff grinned. "O.K., you get things together, then we'll see you in a few minutes." Lisa closed the door. For some reason, she got the feeling that they had been talking to each other as if they were on the phone, rather than standing in front of each other. It didn't make any sense, but then maybe she was still very stoned and just wasn't as aware of it as she had been. She walked over to her suitcase and looked for something filmy and sexy, but couldn't find anything that really satisfied her. Then she went to her closet and looked through the dresses hanging there, but still nothing felt right to her.
Of course, she really didn't know what Lilly had in mind, so it was sort of hard for her to make a choice. Finally she decided to leave it alone and just have Lilly make the decision for her. She knew that too much thinking was going to give her a roaring headache and if she was going to another one of those parties, she couldn't afford to have a headache. It was going to be bad enough, being so stoned.
As she was walking to their room, she suddenly realized that she hadn't questioned the fact of her being invited at all. She thought it might mean that she was beginning to accept the situation around there without having to know exactly why. The door to their room was open so she just walked in. Lilly was putting on the finishing touches of her make-up and Jeff was shaving.
"Hi, I couldn't find anything that I thought looked like what you wanted, so I came to let you make the decision," Lisa informed Lilly.
"Great! I must admit I was sort of hoping that would happen." Lilly grinned happily. She was in a high state of excitement that was obvious even to Lisa, "I have the most gorgeous outfit for you! It's very, very risque, too. I hope you'll like it, because I would really like to see you in it. I know it's going to be perfect for you."
Lilly went over to the closet and brought out a thin chiffon, full-length dress. It had one shoulder and a long train attached to the shoulder. It looked like it was fitted in the breasts and semi-fitted down to the waist Then it seemed to be cut in many full strips of chiffon, so that when you swirled it billowed out and parted at the same time.
"You don't wear anything under it," Lilly said excitedly. "Put it on! I'm dying to see what it looks like!"
Lisa took the dress from Lilly and slipped it on over her head. It was a perfect fit and made her look like she was from another age, an age that was much more gracious and elegant. She looked like a goddess in the dress. Lilly was clapping her hands in approval of her choice, then she dived into the closet and brought out a pair of dance slippers. They were of a shimmering color that made them illusive looking, almost like she had spun cobwebs with beads of dew on her feet.
Finally Lilly took Lisa's hand and sat her down at the dressing table. She wove gold and silver chains all through Lisa's hair, which she had piled up high on her head. Then Lilly put an exotic perfume on Lisa and made her up to look like she was from another world. The make-up wasn't heavy, just illusive like the shoes. Lisa was ready. All the things that Lilly had done had put Lisa right back into the dream state again, so she let herself be led from the room, floated down the stairs and into the car.
The party was in full swing when they arrived and Lisa was immediately turned loose on her own. She decided she would stand in one spot, like she had done the night before, because that seemed to work best for her. Sure enough, it wasn't long before a very handsome couple came up to her. And like last night, they looked very familiar to her, but she couldn't place them.
"My name is Ronald Brighton and my wife's name is Eleanor Teal Brighton," the man said.
Then Lisa knew who they were and felt her knees go weak on her. They probably were the biggest husband and wife acting team of the day. Anybody would give their right arm to talk to them, let alone be singled out by them.
"My name is Lisa Volente," Lisa whispered.
"You are a most beautiful woman," Ronald told her. "We weren't even sure if you were real, so we had to come and find out for ourselves."
Lisa wasn't so sure that she was real at that moment, either, but she said, "Thank you, I think that I am real, yet there are times that I feel I am from another time-dimension."
She wasn't sure why she had said that and started to apologize, when she saw that they loved it. Eleanor had thrown back her head and laughed heartily, like a delighted child. Ronald had chuckled amusedly, so Lisa was relieved and no longer had any feelings of embarrassment.
"Ah, you must be from the other dimension tonight, my sweets," Ronald informed her, "for surely no earthly woman could look so elusive, and yet so touchable."
"So, you have found me out, have you." She whirled around him. "Perhaps I am and perhaps I'm not-touch me and see."
Ronald reached out and took her arm. He pulled her to him and firmly kissed her on the mouth.
"Quite touchable, I would say," he smiled. "Also, quite sexual. Maybe you are the goddess of sex; carnal knowledge."
"You must find out, if you wish the answer to that one." She slipped out of his grasp and danced past him. "But you must catch me first."
"You forget that there are two of us and one of you." Eleanor joined into the game.
"You forget that I am a goddess and can change my shape, form, or where I am in no time at all." And suddenly she was behind a man.
They came after her and she twirled around in her dress, which had the effect of hiding her from their sight. When she stopped, she had put herself right between the two of them. They grabbed hold of her and held on tight.
"See? We have caught you," Eleanor said.
"Yes, but that's because I wanted to be caught. Dance with me," she commanded Ronald.
"By all means." He took her into his arms and out onto the dance floor.
Lisa felt his beautiful, powerful body press against hers. As they dipped and turned, she caught glimpses of Eleanor watching them with pure bliss on her face. She looked like she was extremely aroused by the sight of the two of them together. Lisa felt Ronald's hands slide up and down her body, pressing her tighter and tighter to him. She felt sparks of electricity shoot out from his hands and into her body. She felt her pussy get so wet that she thought she would cry.
She was a little more than turned on, she was in an instant state of orgasm, but she didn't think that it was because of who she was with. It wasn't because he was a famous person, but because he was so absolutely enthralling. His aura enveloped her and pulled her into him. She felt his cock get harder and harder as they continued to dance.
Suddenly she felt his rod being slipped into her cunt. She couldn't believe the sensation that was racing through her. It was like being fucked and flown at the same time. It felt fantastic! They kept on dancing around and around the floor, his shaft sliding in and out of her with the greatest of ease.
She felt his huge tool part her swollen cunt and press against her pelvis bone, then against her spine, then seem to rotate all around inside of her. She felt the breeze created by their dancing flow in and out of her dress. She felt her whole being become a part of the splendid person that she was with.
He felt her plump, juicy cunt swallow his engorged rod as if it had been starved. He was amazed at her ability to encompass him so completely. He was amazed by her agility in moving him in and out of her. He loved the feeling of her hot, wet, cunt walls, rippling up and down the length of his shaft. She exuded sex and lived up to it in every possible way. She was a creature of fantasy that he could learn to live with very easily.
She was like putty in his hands, he could mold her into any shape that he desired. Her body quivered and shook against his. Her eyes sparkled and shot beams of flame from her to him. He felt his body flare up in an overpowering rage of heat and he thought that he might blow his cool, something that he very rarely did with anyone. Eleanor was the only other woman that could have that effect on him and he knew that soon he was going to have both of them. Just the thought of it almost made him shoot off into the beautiful girl in his arms.
They danced and whirled around the floor. They fucked each other with the ease of the angels. They were made to be lovers from the very start. They swung their bodies back and forth against each other. They merged and blended with each other. They pressed flesh to flesh, cock to cunt, tits to chest, trying to make their bodies one entity.
Lisa's filmy dress kept wrapping itself around them and adding to the feeling of unearthliness. She felt like they were on a cloud floating through the air. She couldn't see the other people on the floor with them, although she knew they were there. She couldn't hear the music that was playing, only a tune of her own entered her ears. She felt the fire of her passion bum brightly through her. She felt her cunt pulse and throb against the shaft that had invaded it.
She was so close and yet so far. He was so close and yet so far. They both were desperate to reach the bliss of total orgasm. They both were being driven by this desire. They swirled faster and faster in their dance. They moved harder and harder, in and out of each other. They had to come, they had to make each other come, they had to go over soon or they were going to explode from the pressure.
Then suddenly they felt it go off, they felt the magic wand shoot off its magic liquid. Ronald's semen burst into Lisa's cunt and filled it to the brim. Lisa felt her cunt swallow stream after stream of Ronald's viscous fluid. They both felt the wonderful, sticky warmth of the come ooze back out of Lisa's hole and down their entangled legs.
They stood rocking dreamily back and forth in each other's arms. They didn't care what was happening around them. They didn't care if people bumped into them. They didn't care if they never moved again.
They had no idea how long they had been standing there in the same spot that they had come on. It could have been hours or only minutes, they couldn't tell. They were brought out of their reverie by Eleanor who had brought them some punch. She handed Lisa a large goblet and Ronald a smaller goblet full of punch.
"Have some punch with my own special touch added to it," she said mysteriously.
"What does she mean by that?" Lisa asked Ronald in a stoned stupor.
"It probably means that what you are feeling now you will be feeling more of in about two minutes." He foolishly grinned at her.
"Oh, lord, maybe I'd better sit down now if that's the case. I can hardly stand up as it is and if I get any more stoned than I already am, I know I won't be able to stand up," she carefully explained to him.
"Well, we wouldn't want you to fall down and hurt anything vital, so I think that we had better take you over here-" he led her to a bunch of cushions, "-and sit you down where it's soft."
She half collapsed, half sat down on the cushions. "That was an excellent suggestion!"
"You look so wonderfully decadent," Eleanor cooed. "I just love it when someone achieves decadence when they aren't even trying."
"My wife has made a lifetime career out of achieving decadence," Ronald informed Lisa. "Maybe you have read some of her better efforts."
"Yes, I think I have heard of them," Lisa replied. "I must say that I think some of them were absolutely marvelous. They truly showed the brilliance of a dedicated decadence seeker."
"Oh, thank you, dear, that's one of the incest things that anyone has ever said to me," Eleanor said happily. "You seem to really grasp the meaning of my goal."
"Let's just say that I can recognize and appreciate honest searching no matter what form it takes," Lisa sagely told her.
"You are a rare person," Ronald said with admiration. "I have often felt that my wife wishes to reach the level of divine decadence and have the world recognize it as such."
"I think she is almost there," Lisa smiled, "if that's any consolation or encouragement."
"Oh, it is-it is," Eleanor gushed, "but enough talk for now. I want to have you myself, darling girl. Watching you with Ronald was almost more than I could bear."
"She's not jealous unless she can't join in, then she can be hell on wheels," Ronald explained to Lisa.
"That's the trouble with dancing. Our civilization hasn't evolved to the stage yet where it understands multiple dancing. We're still monogamous."
Eleanor had gotten out of her clothes while Ronald explained her beliefs to Lisa and was strapping on a lovely, soft-looking double-dildo. It took no time at all to take Lisa's clothes off her since it was nothing but a wispy dress. Eleanor reached under one of the cushions and brought out a bottle of very heavy-smelling oil and began to smear it over Lisa's flesh. Ronald stripped out of his clothes while Eleanor was anointing Lisa.
The oil soaked into Lisa very quickly and acted as a powerful aphrodisiac. The combination of the oil and the drink and her stoned condition to begin with made her the picture of lewdness and licentiousness. Her face had distorted itself into a wanton stare. Her body moved with the knowledge of perverse lasciviousness. She was the whore of whores amongst all whores.
Eleanor kneeled down and looked at the silky fur-covered cunt and watched the creamy liquid ooze from its opening. She licked her lips and felt her own cunt jump at the thought of being near the wonderful snatch. Then she took the free half of the dildo and slammed it into Lisa's throbbing hole. Lisa let out a moan that sounded more like an evil chortle.
Eleanor looked up and saw that Ronald was also ready for Lisa, and pulled her up to her feet. Then she spread the cheeks of Lisa's ass and watched Ronald ram his quivering tool into the tight, puckered hole. They felt Lisa's body go rigid between them and then very slowly relax again. They began to move in and out of her very, very slowly.
Lisa could feel both cocks rubbing against each other through her thin wall. Her cunt was being squeezed tighter by the cock in her ass and her ass was being squeezed tighter by the dildo in her cunt. She thought that she was going to be squeezed out of existence by both of them. She couldn't really move, she could only be pushed back and forth by the hard shafts inside her.
She felt them slam into her harder and faster-slam against each other-slam against her-rub against each other-rub against her-faster and faster-harder-deeper-more-more-forever-always-ages-ageless-volcanos come-volcanoes gone-backwards-forwards-again-again-again-eruption! The molten lava spills down over the masses of whores at her feet, over the masses of morals at her feet, she washes them all away! She burns them to ashes! She has reached divine decadence!
Eleanor and Ronald don't stop fucking her. They keep going building her up all over again. They continue to slam into her forcing the milky substance out of her. They push and prod, shove and thrust into her holes. They are burning up, she is burning up. The oil is smearing all over them from her body and creating a blanket of heat and passion.
They feverishly drive her to another edge, another brink, another pit of orgasm. They force her to go faster and faster, racing, running towards the peak. They want to push her over and make her fall into the abyss of lust. Faster and faster-cock-cunt-ass-grinding-wrenching against each other! Harder and harder-rod-pussy-butt-writhing-contorting against each other!
Then suddenly the black void opens up and swallows Lisa. It takes her into its great, yawning opening and wraps her up. Implosions happen in her head! Explosions happen in her body! Gushes of liquid poured into her! Rushes of liquid spouted from her!
Eleanor and Ronald didn't stop fucking her....
CHAPTER SEVEN
A week had gone by since Lisa balled Eleanor and Ronald. That night was still a mystery to her because she couldn't remember any of it after a certain point. Even that point was hazy to her and that bothered her very much. She had gotten home somehow that night because she awoke in her bed the next morning. She had tried to dismiss the event from her mind, she had tried to dismiss the whole day from her mind. That day had been nothing but one long, endless, stoned, fucking trip. She hadn't accomplished what she set out to do, which was to talk to Judy about the atmosphere of the Vineyard. She hadn't accomplished anything!
She knew that she wasn't going to get a chance to talk to Judy again for at least a week and she was right. During that week she tried to sort the situation out herself, but hadn't gotten to first base with it. She had hardly seen the kids it seemed, just gone from orgy to orgy, day and night. When she did take the kids to the beach and tried to watch them, take care of them, someone always came up to her.
They would sit down and strike up a conversation with her, and usually the inevitable would happen: they would ball. Lisa wouldn't mind it so much if she didn't always have the feeling that it was expected of her, if she didn't feel that she had no choice in the matter. If she could at least be choosy about whom she balled, but she never felt that she had the right to be choosy;
She had also noticed that she was singled out by people who were very famous. She wondered if that was only coincidence or if most of the people were in that category. She felt there had to be other people who weren't well-known inhabiting the island. There had to be other people that weren't even rich living on the island, but Lisa hadn't seen any evidence of that either. She knew she was with a wealthy family and that naturally they would circulate with their own kind, but that didn't mean the other classes of people wouldn't be around somewhere.
If she was being singled out by the famous it was very odd. She couldn't see what she might have that would attract them to her, what was it she could possibly have to offer to them. And yet she couldn't deny that that was what was happening. She hadn't balled an unknown person since she had set foot on the island. That was with the exception of the Ralstons and Jack and Stu. Somehow they didn't seem to count because the Ralstons had hired her and Jack and Stu were just kids like herself.
Since a week had passed, Lisa felt that it would be all right if she had another day off. This time she was determined to talk to Judy without any interruptions, but that was only if Judy could get off, too. She found Lilly and checked it out with her first. She told her she wasn't sure that Judy could get off but she wanted to make sure Lilly wouldn't mind before she called. Lilly said it would be perfectly fine by her and she hoped Judy could make it. She added that she was glad to see that Lisa and Judy were such good friends.
Lisa went to the phone with her fingers crossed. She dialed Judy's number while muttering prayers under her breath. She heard the phone ring and ring and ring. Finally someone picked it up.
"Hello, is Judy there?" Lisa asked.
"This is she."
"Judy, Lisa."
"Hi Lisa, how are you? I haven't heard from you in a week-I thought that you might be mad at me for the other day," Judy said with concern.
"No, I'm not mad at you," Lisa replied. "I've been so busy that I haven't had time to call. Believe me, I wish I could have. We never really got to talk about what I wanted to talk to you about the last time and I was wondering if you could get the day off and spend it with me. Only this time you'll have to promise me that there won't be any interruptions until I get this thing straightened out."
"I can get the day off, no sweat, and I can also promise you no interruptions," Judy told her. "I'll pick you up in the car in about a half hour and we'll just drive around and eat in one of the restaurants around here. How's that?"
"That's perfect!" Lisa agreed. "See you then. Bye."
"Bye."
Lisa felt much better now that she knew they were going to be guaranteed some privacy. She dressed casually but nice enough to go into a restaurant. She had heard they were pretty fancy at the Vineyard, or at least their prices were. That was one thing she didn't have to worry about: she had more money than she could possibly hope to spend.
It was exactly half an hour when Lisa heard Judy's horn beeping for her. She ran down the stairs calling goodbye to Lilly and got into the car. Judy leaned over and kissed her and then started the car.
"So what's up, lady?" she asked.
"I don't even know where to begin," Lisa replied. "It's all such a mish-mosh in my head and has been ever since I got here. The only thing that it successfully has done is gotten worse."
"My goodness, that sounds ominous," Judy teased.
"Oh, I don't mean for it to-it's just that I'm really confused-"
"I know and don't pay any attention to me, I just like to make a heavy situation a little lighter if I can," Judy told her soothingly.
"Let me begin with this. I was hired to take care of two kids. I have seen those two kids five times since I've been here," Lisa started. "Now I find that not only unreasonable, but a little unusual also. Especially since Lilly told me she liked to hire girls for the summer to give the kids a semi-stable feeling in their growing years.
"They sure aren't going to get that from me if I can't even be with them. Before you say anything about that let me tell you the rest of it," Lisa stopped Judy's answer in mid-stream. "I feel that I was hired for one thing and am really here for an entirely another thing. I've been doing nothing but balling ever since I got off the bus."
"Now I like to ball, but I don't like to feel like I have to ball and that I have to ball whoever asks me to. And that's exactly the feeling I've gotten ever since I came here, from the very first night with the Ralstons on down the line. It doesn't make any sense and I'm very upset by it."
Judy started laughing before Lisa finished and was still laughing when Lisa stopped talking. Finally she managed to quiet down. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and turned and looked at Lisa's very serious face.
"Poor baby, I'm not laughing at you-it's just that I thought you of all people would have figured the trip out by now," Judy said gently. "Of course you're here for another reason. Everybody is. That is, all of the kids are here for another reason, including the boys."
"Well, what the hell is it, because what I think it is," Lisa paused, "I think it's a subtle way of whoring."
"That's it exactly!" Judy exclaimed. "Look, here's the situation, these kids are mostly from very rich families, me included. We want to be productive and earn money, but we also want to have fun and enjoy what we are doing. Now, there are a lot of people on this island that like young meat and are willing to pay well for it. At the same time they don't want to appear as if they are paying for their vice so they hire us under other circumstances. Why do we accept? We accept because it's outrageously good money, better than we could make in an office or store any day, and because we all know that we would probably do exactly the same thing at home.
"We would ball our bosses, influential friends, and all kinds of guys and girls to kill the boredom, so why not get paid for it? There is something else involved, too. It's a subtle way of getting back at our parents. Now, I don't really know what kind of home life you have, but mine was pretty rotten."
"We figure it this way, we have a choice-we don't have to ball someone just because they ask, but we know that we have to ball somebody at whatever gathering we're at. So we pick who we want. Does any of this make any sense to you?"
Lisa sat there for a minute and listened to the hum of the tires on the road. She tried to assimilate all the things she had heard and was having a hard time with it. It was an alien concept to her.
"Sort of," she finally replied. "I don't hate my parents, I love them. So I have nothing to get back at them for. I left the city so that I wouldn't have to be in a damn pimp's stable, and I knew that I would be if I had stayed.
"See, being a whore or, higher up, a call girl is something that I have avoided all my life. I've seen a lot of people go into that business and I've seen what has happened to them in two or three years time. It's not a very pretty picture. They're old and haggard looking or they're hard and mean looking. I don't want to be like that. That's why I worked so hard in school and got a scholarship to go to college. I figured with an education I at least had a chance."
Lisa paused again and then continued. "I've always gone to summer camp up until this year. This year I would have had to have been a counselor. Now I know that most of the counselors are rich kids or at least upper middle class kids doing the camp thing as a lark. I also know that they look down on the poor kids that are doing it for the money; I've seen it happen too many times. So I decided that I didn't want to go through that trip.
"I tried to look for a job but they were all taken or just not being given out this year. I knew that I had to find something or I was going to end up as a pimp's latest addition to his entourage, whether I liked it or not. All they would have had to do was knock me out and shoot me full of dope and that would've been the end of it. They would've kept me high for about three or four days and then turned me loose on the streets."
"But wouldn't your parents go to the police?" Judy asked with a puzzled expression on her face. "I mean-you said you and your parents were very close."
"Hey, Judy, haven't you ever been to New York?" Lisa exclaimed. "Don't you ever read the newspapers? Sure my parents would've gone to the police. A lot fat of good that would've done them! The cops would've looked at them and said, 'Lady, we get two thousand of these calls a month, mostly in the summer. They ain't all from around here-that makes it more difficult, because the parents don't know the area that good, so they can't go looking themselves. I don't mean to be sounding unconcerned about your daughter, but she's of age. You know New York, and how do you know that she ain't just ducked out with her boyfriend for a couple of nights?' " Lisa finished and looked at Judy. "You see what I mean?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess so. I didn't realize it was that bad. So what you're saying is they couldn't really do anything about it, unless you turned up dead or something."
"If I turned up dead?" Lisa paused. "They could bury me-that's about it. Or let's take another example of how my parents would get nowhere with finding me. Let's say they kept me doped up and they had a girl who sounded enough like me call my parents every day.
"She would say something like, 'Hi, mom, I'm at Sue's again. We're really working hard on those belts so we can go out and sell them. We want to get the very beginning of the tourist trade. I hope you don't mind if I stay over again-I mean, you don't mind having all the kids to handle and all, do you?'
"Then mom would say that she didn't mind and the girl would say something about kiss daddy for her and give a squeeze to the baby and make sure that Johnny behaved and that would be it. Now if you were a mother of eight kids and your oldest had always been more than responsible, and she had been trying to find work and all she could get was making belts to sell on the street-what would you think? You sure as hell wouldn't think that she was in trouble, because you wouldn't even want to go near that thought-so you would believe what the phone call said," Lisa concluded and looked back at Judy.
"Damn! The pimps would really go to all that trouble? Just to get a new girl?" she asked in an awed tone.
"Not always. As a matter-of-fact, not often, but if a girl is from a good family and lives in the area and all this is known, then they have little choice. That is if they really want her," Lisa said matter-of-factly.
"Jesus! I had no idea it could be that bad. No wonder you were upset when you came up here. You thought you were going to get away from it all and found yourself knee-deep in it!" Judy exclaimed. "But her. "Jesus, I didn't even think to ask-maybe you don't have to ball someone if you don't want to."
"I haven't really found that to be very true either," Lisa replied.
"I know-they always make it look like you have to, but you don't really, and you won't even get fired if you turn someone down. It's like I said, just as long as you ball someone at the party, you're cool," Judy told her. "Jesus, I didn't even think to ask-maybe you don't like balling a lot, do you?"
"I told you I like to ball, but I don't like to feel that I have to. It's not the amount that's got me, it's the pretense that surrounds it," Lisa commented. "You know, sitting here I've been thinking. We're sort of in the same boat, you and I, except I think we have different words for it. I call the people who hire girls, pimps. You call the people who hire girls by socially accepted names, like employers. Yet it all boils down to the same thing. Also, what about the guys? Are they for hire too?" Lisa asked.
"Well-yes. They're the gigolos of the bunch. The women don't bring their favorites up here, because they know that plenty of fresh meat will be around for the summer. They also know that it's the kind that you can't take back with you, so they keep the favorite on a string, usually with money, and go back to him when the summer is over."
Judy stopped for a minute and then continued. "You remember how Jack was towards you? And how I said that Dale didn't like women too much? Well, I think, and this is only my opinion, that it's because of these summers. They got turned off women, but they'll ball us chicks because it says they aren't owned by anyone. It declares their independence of the situation, and they don't really give a damn about the women that they're balling. It kind of says that the whole thing is a lark to them, but they really prefer girls their own age."
"I think it's probably damaged more of them than you would like to think about," Lisa said dryly. "I look at Jack and want to cringe. I want to run and hide. But I knew that day that he was probably a very beautiful person at one time-I wondered then what had happened to turn him off and make him what he is today. I don't wonder anymore.
"You say Dale is turned off," Lisa continued, getting stronger as she went. "No, I don't think he's turned off. I think he went into hiding rather than choose homosexuality or brutality, the two most popular resorts for these guys."
"You're probably right," Judy murmured, "although I don't want to think about it. Maybe you can help Dale. Maybe you're the one to bring him out and show him that it's O.K."
"Love is O.K. Fucking is O.K., but I won't show him that this is O.K.," Lisa said. "I won't show him, because I'm sure that it is. Not under the present setup anyway."
"Hey, I'm hungry and this is a heavy rap," Judy interrupted. "Let's go find a place to eat."
"O.K., I'll buy that," Lisa agreed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lisa and Judy talked way into the night about all the pros and cons of the Vineyard way of life. Lisa kept insisting that it had to hurt some people somewhere, and Judy said she didn't see it that way. She felt the kids would either get out of it, find someone to pull them out of it, or they had a natural tendency in whatever direction they took in the first place. When they parted the question was still unresolved, but the two girls were much closer friends.
They didn't see each other for a while after that day. Lisa was very busy again, only this time she knew what was expected of her. She hadn't really told Judy that she had had no choice in her partners for balling, she had sort of hinted at it but dropped it when Judy insisted that there was a choice. Lisa wanted to test it to see if it was really true but she didn't get a chance until two nights later.
Lilly told her there was going to be a big cookout that night. She gave Lisa a present of an authentic Riviera bikini. She told Lisa she had heard her talking about wanting one but not being able to find one, so Lilly had gone out and gotten her the kind that she wanted. Lisa was very happy with her present even though she knew that it was given because it made her sexier looking than ever. She knew it was supposed to be more of an encouragement to the opposite sex at the cookout, but she accepted that now. She decided that she might as well go along with everything as long as she wasn't hurt in any way.
At least she was aware of the name of the game and that was all that really mattered to her for the time being. When they arrived at the beach everyone was pairing off already. As per usual Lisa went and sat off to one side and waited for someone to come to her. She still wanted to test Judy's statement about choice so she picked out someone she thought it would be nice to fuck. She resolved not to go with anyone else but that person.
It wasn't long before a guy walked up to her but he turned around and walked away without saying anything. Lisa wondered if she had done something she wasn't supposed to do but couldn't think of anything so let the matter drop. Pretty soon it looked like everyone had found someone and Lisa lost track of the guy that she wanted to be with. She remembered Judy's saying that you had to ball at least someone at the parties or you would lose the job, but what if there wasn't anybody left to ball?
She started to think about the people who habitated the Vineyard. No one would ever accuse them of being pimps. No one would ever think of saying that they would corrupt the morals of a minor. And God forbid that someone should suggest they were decadent or lived indecent lives! You really can't tell unless you know them, and only then from first hand experience.
Oh, sure, you read about stuff in the gossip columns, but nobody really takes that stuff for real. They think ifs done for publicity. Man, if the city fathers only knew what the people who dictated the rules and laws to them were really like, they would probably shit in their pants! Then again, they might not, because they might be of the same caliber as these people.
Shit! They've got some nerve yakking about cleaning up the cities when they are doing the exact same thing under another name! What gives them the right to say that one is nasty and evil not to mention dangerous, and their way is all right? Lisa exploded to herself. And besides, I think this is more dangerous-mentally dangerous. These kids are a lot less prepared for this kind of life than I would be for a life of whoring, even with all that Judy said about her childhood.
They may fuck at a young age and they may think it's the way to get to the top, but they aren't prepared for thinking of themselves as whores and gigolos. And eventually that thought is going to bounce on them, like it has with a lot of them already.
They could get just as physically hurt as a hooker can, too. But I don't think they have looked at one yet. If they don't think about it, it can't exist.
Oh hell! I can't do anything about it anyway! she told herself emphatically. Who would believe me? I don't know why I'm getting myself in such a tizzy over it. I'm getting paid and I'm better off than most. I know the score and can forget it after this summer.
Just about the time that Lisa had reached her conclusion a young man walked over to her. It was the one that she had originally picked out at the beginning of the evening.
"Hey, you're sitting all by yourself and I have this lovely basket just going to waste," he said. "I would be very pleased if you would join me in partaking of a little sustenance."
"I would like that very much," Lisa replied. "I saw you when I first came and then lost sight of you. I thought you had disappeared. As a matter-of-fact, I thought that everyone had disappeared and left me all alone."
"For some reason that doesn't seem to have upset you too much," he commented and smiled at her.
"Oh, losing the other people didn't, but losing you did," she told him and smiled sweetly back at him.
"Shall we go off down the beach a ways? I think that it'd be much nicer there and far less chance of getting disturbed," he said, holding out his hand to her.
"By all means, I wouldn't want to be disturbed," she replied and got up. "By the way, my name's Lisa."
"I know. My name's Al Wells," he told her.
"Hey, you said that you knew my name. How?"
"Simple. I was informed that you were my partner for the evening," he gaily replied.
"But I thought that there was something of choice in these matters," Lisa said in a puzzled tone.
"Oh there usually is-but some people can request that their guest get a certain type of person or something like that," he explained.
"I don't understand. How can another person assign someone for a balling thing?" she asked and then went on, "I mean, how can they know what a person is going to respond to?"
"Are you trying to find out why they do this computer-type matching game?" he asked.
"Yes! O.K., obviously I've had someone picked out for me at every party. I haven't had to do anything-they find me and we go from there. I've felt that I haven't had any choice in the matter but I was told I was wrong. So tonight I was going to refuse anyone that asked me to go with them but you," she told him. "Do you know what happened?"
"I would imagine that no one even bothered to ask you," he replied.
"Yeah, something like that. This guy walked up to me-looked at me-and turned away. The next thing I knew, you were there. Now, do I or do I not have a choice, and if not, why?" she demanded.
"Well-I would suppose you don't and I suppose it's because your employers feel you wouldn't resonate with anyone else but the people they choose for you. It's kind of like a protection system, if you get what I mean," he answered her.
"What if I don't want to be protected? What gives them the right to protect me?" she cried out. "Do you know that I didn't even know what all of this was about until two days ago? I just went along with it because I thought it was safer that way, but I didn't like it too much."
"That's probably why you were being protected. You're obviously new to the situation and they like you and don't want to lose you or have you harmed in any way. They wouldn't want your head to get wrecked by someone who couldn't 'read' you." he told her gently. "I must admit that I would at least tell you what to expect, but then I don't know you-I haven't been told anything about you-just that you were my partner of the evening, so I don't know if they had good reasons for not saying anything or not. I would hazard a guess that they did-just going on the basis that they want to protect you."
"Maybe you're right. I hadn't thought about it from that point of view. I've been so upset trying to wig what was going on that I didn't think they were doing something because they cared for me," she told him.
"Hey, you're really groovy! What do you do?" she asked and lay back on the blanket he spread out for her.
"I'm a painter. You might've heard of me if you studied twentieth century painters," he told her.
"I've only vaguely heard of you. I didn't take art in school," she explained. "You know, that's another weird thing. I haven't been with anyone who wasn't famous in some category of the arts, except my employers, and now I'm beginning to wonder about them."
"I hope you don't mind," he said. "I know we're sometimes a little eccentric, but for the most part we're a pretty groovy bunch of people."
"So I've discovered," she said and smiled at him. "As a matter-of-fact, I've learned that you all are a real down-to-earth bunch of human beings. I guess I had a preconceived notion that you would be very snotty or something like that."
"I'm afraid you wouldn't be the only person in the world who thought that," he sighed. "It's sad but true. People don't think we need anything or anyone. We are supposed to be some kind of self-contained units, when in actuality we're probably the least self-contained people on the face of the earth. You know it gets lonely out there in 'fameland'."
"Yeah, I guess it must. I think another thing is people feel you can get anything you want, even if it's way-out sex. They even come to expect the sex thing of famous people. So they don't think you could possibly get lonely. I know that's how I thought for a long time," she said quietly.
"I'm glad you don't now. At least you were willing to see the other side of the coin," he said and reached out to her. "Did you know there are many people that have been with a known person and could never see that. They were blinded to what was going on right in front of their face, and then they wondered why the person left them or kicked them out when it got to be too much."
She leaned back against his chest and thought about what he'd just said. She couldn't understand how someone couldn't see what was so obvious. All they would have to do was listen for a couple of minutes or hours and they could see it, they could at least hear it. She didn't think that she was extraordinarily perceptive or sensitive to people, she didn't have to be with something so blatant as the loneliness of fame.
Lisa was enjoying feeling the gentle arms of Al wrapped around her. They formed a cocoon of sorts and she felt safe inside of them. She looked back on the past experiences of the summer and realized she had felt good with all the people she had been with. Maybe the Ralstons did know what was best for her. She certainly hadn't been hurt or traumatized, and she had learned a lot.
Al began to caress Lisa's face. He smoothed the hair away from her eyes and gently stroked her soft skin. She felt good to him, warm, relaxed and giving. It had been a long time since he had been so comfortable with a stranger. He didn't feel like he had to prove anything to this marvelous woman. She would just accept him for what he was, and enjoy being with him. It was the greatest feeling in the world.
Then he felt his cock begin to pulse inside his bathing trunks. That's when he knew he felt good. He expected that to happen much later in the night and only with a lot of help from his imagination, and here it was happening without his having to do anything but be close to her.
"Lisa, Lisa," he murmured into her hair. "What a beautiful name Lisa is. What a beautiful woman you are."
Lisa moaned in response to his tender words and touch. She could feel her cunt start to get wet. She could feel her nipples start to ache. She could feel her clitoris start to twitch and jump against her pants crotch. She leaned closer into him and began to wiggle against his chest. She felt the soft hair on his chest tickle the bare part of her back.
He reached up with his hands and squeezed her tits, feeling them roll in the palm of his hands. He could feel her nipples getting harder and harder. He could hear her breathing getting faster and faster. He knew that she was going to be a very passionate lady. The thought of her passion was so much that it pushed his cock right out of his pants. The tip of his rigid rod throbbed against the inside of his thigh.
Lisa saw the round, full tip pop out of the side of Al's trunks, and realized that she was the one that was causing the effect. She reached down with her hand and gently stroked the end with her fingertips. Every time she touched it, it would jump as if to greet her. She kept on stroking it a little faster each time until she saw a tiny drop of the crystal-clear liquid form at the tiny hole. Then she leaned over and sideways and sucked the droplet into her mouth.
She kept her mouth on the tip of his shaft and ran I'll her tongue back and forth over the ridge of it. More and more drops came to the tiny hole and each time she sucked them into her mouth. She was aware that Al's caresses had become more feverish, more demanding. She felt him try to reach down to her fiery cunt, but he couldn't quite reach without hurting her.
She got up on her knees and motioned for him to lie down on his back, then she got over him and pushed his trunks down to his feet. Al kicked them off and tugged on her bikini bottoms until he saw that they could be easily untied and taken off. He quickly took her whole suit off, and pulled her hot, wet cunt down to his eager mouth. He opened his mouth wide and covered her whole mound, then he let his tongue roam wherever it pleased. He slid it over her clitoris and up and down her sweet slit, tasting her tangy juices and wanting more.
Lisa moaned as she felt his tongue explore her pussy. She looked at his full, ripe cock and shivered at the thought of it inside of her. She slid her mouth down the length of the hard tool until she came to his balls. Then very, very carefully she sucked one ball and then the other ball up into her mouth to join his cock. She pushed the balls into her cheeks and left his rod in the middle of her mouth, then she took her tongue and went in between his balls, around them, and up his cock to the tip.
Al thought that he was going to come right there. The sensation was absolutely marvelous. He felt his whole insides become instant acrobats. They did flip flops and somersaults, and then they decided to do a wrestling match. He felt his guts chum and roll around with each delicious lick she gave him.
He pressed his mouth harder against her pussy, bearing his teeth into the soft flesh. He felt her jump and heard her moan louder. He started to slap his tongue faster and faster over her clitoris, making it hotter and harder. He rubbed his tongue across the thin ridge inside of her clitoris, spurring her into wild action. She was moving so fast he could hardly hold onto her hips. He managed to squeeze his hand between their bodies and get his finger inside her steaming twat. She was very swollen and her hungry pussy sucked his finger like a greedy child.
He finger-fucked her faster and faster, still slapping his tongue against her pulsing clitoris. He moved faster and faster, harder and harder, until he could feel the spasms getting closer and closer together. He could hear her breathing become more and more erratic. Suddenly she let out a scream and a gush of sweet fluid rushed down over his hand. He could feel the convulsive action of her pussy as the contractions of the orgasm came over and over again.
He blindly reached over into the picnic basket and pulled out a piece of fruit. He quickly glanced at it and saw that it was a plum. He jammed his finger into it and took the pit out of it, and then he crammed it up Lisa's still twitching cunt. He reached back into the basket and pulled out another piece of fruit, which was a pear this time. Again he cored it with his finger and slammed it into her fruit-dripping twat. For the last time he reached into the basket and pulled out a very ripe fig. He repeated his previous actions and stuffed it in with the rest of the crushed fruit.
He sucked on her fruit-laden cunt for a while, imagining it to be the horn of plenty spilling out its goodies. Then he turned her around. He held her above his dancing rod teasing her with the very tip of it. He brushed the tip of his cock against the edge of her hole but wouldn't let it enter her. She was wiggling and writhing in his grasp but she couldn't move him any closer to her.
The fruit was icy cold and sticky. Lisa felt a shock jolt through her when Al shoved the first piece into her. Then again and again he crammed the ripe food inside of her. She could feel the juices ooze out of her hole and down her thighs. Then she felt his hot mouth over her pussy again. Finally he turned her around and acted like he was going to fuck her. But he didn't, instead he teased her with his burning prick and excited her to the point where she thought she would kill him just to get him inside of her.
Suddenly he impaled her on his shaft, and sent electrical currents rushing through her. She thought everything had turned into mush. She thought the whole world had suddenly gone squishy and sticky. She felt his cock slam into her, crushing the fruit, pulverizing the fruit in her cunt. She felt the slippery juices gush out her hole and spurt further up into her cunt.
She felt like she was going six ways for Sunday and none of them were going to stop. She was moving up and down the large prick without thinking. She didn't have to do anything; her body was doing it all for her. She inhaled the sweet, pungent smell of the overripe fruit and felt herself get dizzier and dizzier. She thought for a moment that she was going to pass out right on top of him with his cock jammed into her cunt.
Al saw her begin to sway and held onto her tightly. He propped her up and pummeled her faster and faster. Suddenly he wrapped his legs around her back and flipped her over so she was lying on her back and he was sitting on her. Then he pulled her legs free and continued to ram his tool into her fat, squishy, hot pussy. He felt the pieces of fruit get jammed deep inside of her. He felt pieces of fruit ooze past his tool and out of her hole.
He felt his guts twist and turn with his body. He felt the semen rise slowly up his cock and sit at the edge of his rod. The bliss of riding the orgasm was overpowering. He felt her body shudder and shake every time he slammed into her. He was taking his time, but now he couldn't wait any longer. He had to come, he had to possess her completely, he had to merge their souls together.
He slammed into her-rammed-shoved-twisted-crammed! He shouted-screamed-yelled-blending with her sound of lust-with her music of wanton, crazed, pleasure! He went faster-harder-deeper-plunging the depths-digging-driving to the never-ending bottom! Then suddenly they burst into flames simultaneously! They shook and shuddered and then lay still in the screaming, shattered silence! They knew each other, they had experienced one another, they were now a part of each other.
They were the pigment of the paints smeared on a canvas that formed a picture-they smiled in their understanding of each other.
CHAPTER NINE
Lisa was beginning to really enjoy herself. She stopped worrying about what she was doing and all the implications of it. The only thing she still gave thought to is why. Why did the Ralstons pick her? She was convinced by now that they had, although she couldn't see how they knew she was going to apply for the job. But that didn't bother her; it was more of a mental exercise. She even enjoyed toying around with that. She felt exhilarated from all her new experiences. She loved to sit around in a quiet moment and savor them one by one. Each was all unto itself. Each was a totally different experience. Each had its own special brand of uniqueness attached to it.
The only thing she was sad about was the fact that she wasn't able to see more of Judy and Dale. She was particularly unhappy about Dale, since she had only been able to see him from a distance. She would've liked it if they could've gotten together and gotten to know each other better, but she knew it would eventually happen. So she waited patiently.
A week went by and then another and one day she got a message from Judy to call her. She ran to the phone and dialed the familiar number of the Conners.
"Hello, Judy?" she asked the voice at the other end.
"Yes-Oh, hi, Lisa," Judy answered. "Gee, I'm glad you called today. I realized after I sent the note that I hadn't put on it when, and that you might wait to call."
"No, I was so glad to hear from you that I couldn't wait," Lisa laughed. "What's up?"
"Well, there's going to be this big party tonight. It's going to be just us kids and we want you to come. That is if you aren't busy tonight," Judy told her.
"Oh, wow," Lisa said excitedly, "I don't think I am. Let me run and check. Be back in a sec."
Lisa put the phone down and ran upstairs to Lilly's room. "Lilly, do I have to go anywhere with you tonight?"
"No, why?" Lilly replied.
"Because the other kids are having a big beach party and they want me to come," Lisa informed her breathlessly.
"Great! Go and have a marvelous time, darling," Lilly told her warmly.
Lisa raced back down the stairs. "I can come," she told Judy.
"Super!" Judy shouted. "Listen, let me and Dale pick you up around seven. By the way, stick pretty close to us in the beginning-you might have a little trouble from some of the kids and we can give you moral support."
"What do you mean-a little trouble? What kind of trouble?" Lisa asked, puzzled.
"You remember that group down by the station when you first got here?" Judy asked.
"Yeah-"
"Well, that kind of trouble. Dale told me they heckled you pretty good. Probably because they know you're on the poverty program thing and they wanted to give you a hard time about it," Judy explained.
"First of all, how would they know, and second of all, why should they want to give me grief for it?" Lisa asked.
"Because some of them are idiots and that's the way they get their jollies. If they think they can get away with it they'll keep on doing it, but if they know that someone will stick up for you, then they'll stop. It's nothing to worry about, because we'll stick up for you, O.K.?"
"Yeah, sure. Except that I begin to feel like I've got this tight little group walking around protecting me from the rest of the island. I suppose I ought to feel privileged or something, but sometimes I begin to feel like I've got a rare disease that nobody wants to have spread around," Lisa said.
"Don't be silly. Sure you're protected, because we like you and we happen to know our own kind well enough to know what kind of schmucks some of them are, that's all," Judy told her gently.
"O.K., I'll see you at seven," Lisa said, then they hung up.
The party was just beginning when Lisa, Dale, and Judy arrived. Naturally the first few guests were the hecklers and they didn't waste any time in starting their favorite occupation. It almost felt like they knew Lisa was going to be there, and they had to come and give her a hard time. They didn't expect to see her with any of their own group, and that threw them for a minute. "Hey, girly! How's the streets nowadays?"
"Cutie! How much do you charge at home?"
"You like our prices better-at least we ain't diseased!"
"Look, she brought bodyguards with her-you'd think the Feenys would have better sense than to be seen with her!"
"Listen, you idiots," Dale suddenly exclaimed, "that's enough! You just take your filthy little minds and shove them up your dirty asses or I'll do it for you!"
"OOOhhhh, tough! Tough!" But they visibly backed off.
"You couldn't do it, Daley boy! You ain't got the stuff it takes!" One boy in particular shouted out.
Dale didn't wait to reply, he lunged and grabbed the nearest body. He slammed the guy onto the ground and then knocked him across the head. He didn't stop with one, either. He grabbed the one that made the challenge and knocked him onto his ass with the first punch. The guy got up and staggered around, then tried to hit Dale, but Dale was too fast and he ducked the wild punch and delivered another of his own, right in the guy's solar plexus.
This had the desired effect. It knocked all the wind out of the guy, who was apparently the ringleader of the group.
"Had enough?" Dale stood over him as he tried to get his breath back.
"Oh, go to hell! Take her and get her out of my sight!" the boy growled.
"Why don't you leave instead," Dale said in a forceful tone of voice. "Just because you have a problem doesn't mean you have to infect everybody else with it. Split, man! And take your idiot goons with you! We don't want your kind at our party."
"You'll regret this!" the boy threatened.
"Sure, sure, I'm real scared. Just leave before the others arrive, it'll be safer for you that way," Dale informed him.
The boy called to his gang, and tried to swagger off to the parking lot. He was having a hard time swaggering, though, because of the stomach punch that was still echoing through him.
"Hey, who hit DeLorenzo," a girl asked as she came onto the beach.
"Dale did," Judy told her. "He brought his dumdums with him to try and harass Lisa. Only trouble was, he hadn't expected us. So then he challenged Dale to do something about it, and much to his surprise, Dale does."
"Oh, Jesus, that guy's sick," the girl replied. "Hi, my name's Jill-you must be Lisa."
Lisa nodded. "Hi," she replied.
"Don't worry about that jerk. He's got a problem. His brain got scrambled when he was a baby and then I think they fried it. Anyway he's not to be paid attention to. Welcome to our odd little group," she said gaily and smiled.
"Thanks," Lisa said and laughed. Then she asked, "Does anybody really know what's eating that guy?"
"Yeah," said a new voice. "My name's Hal and I'm Jill's guy when she's not working. You asked if anybody knows what's wrong with Tony, I do. His father's a big Mafioso chieftain, and he thinks that's the way his father got there, by bullying people. He's got more money than is good for him, and I think, I'm not sure of this, but I've heard that his mother was a whore before she married his father. I think he hates his mother, and believes that all women who come from the city with no money are like her. Plus he thinks they're all after his money. Add it all up and it spells a big chip on the shoulder and trouble for any girl that comes from the program."
"I wish I knew how the hell he found out I'm on the program," Lisa exclaimed heatedly.
"Tony finds out everything! And believe me, he tries to use everything that he finds out against anybody that he can get away with it on," Hal replied.
"Someday he's going to try it on the wrong person, and then he's going to get his," Lisa said and then turned away.
She looked around to see if she recognized anybody who had arrived. She thought that it was a little funny since she only knew two other people, but surprisingly enough she spotted those two. She remembered the scene with Stu and Jack and wondered if she really wanted to try it again, then decided she had really enjoyed herself and it couldn't hurt. She turned to tell Judy that she was going over to them, and saw that Judy had already blended into the crowd.
She walked over and stood near them. They looked around and saw her standing all by herself and came over to her.
"Hi there, kid," they said in unison. "Care to join us?"
"Sure," she replied.
"Hey, I want to apologize for the other day," Jack said. "I'm an ornery cat, but I'm not usually that bad. I had just had a bad experience with a middle-aged bitch that morning, and I was feeling particularly nasty."
"O.K., I'll forgive you," Lisa said sweetly and smiled.
"I want you to meet somebody," Stu cut in. "She might be a little cool at first, but don't let that bother you. She'll warm up soon enough."
"Who's that?" Jack asked with a puzzled tone.
"Rita!" Stu replied, "Remember we said they would make a great pair to be with?"
"Oh, right," Jack answered. "Yeah, let's go find her!"
"Sounds exciting," Lisa murmured.
They walked through the crowd looking for Rita, the clinking of glasses and smell of marijuana thick in the air. They were handed several joints by various people which they readily accepted. Lisa wasn't so sure she wanted to smoke any of them, remembering her last experience with the Vineyard's brand of grass. Finally Stu and Jack stopped and tapped a girl on the shoulder.
"Hey, Rita-we brought you a playmate," they said in unison.
"How nice of you," she said, turning around to have a look. "She's very pretty."
"Yeah, we thought you'd approve. Listen, we have several fine joints here, a pretty girl, we'll get some food, and us-with a combination like that, you can't lose," Stu said and grinned.
"What are we waiting for-let's go," she replied.
They grabbed some food from one of the tables and went off to find a secluded spot. It didn't take them very long. The noise of the party faded into a distant buzz. They settled down and lit up four of the joints. Lisa decided it couldn't do any harm to smoke one and took the thin cigarette that was being held out of her. She dragged deeply on it and held the smoke in her lungs until it felt like they were going to explode, and then she slowly exhaled. She could immediately feel the effects buzzing through her body, leaving her feeling tingly all over.
After the third toke things began to float around her, and she lost track of where everybody was. She felt like she was suddenly all alone in a strange land that she had never seen before. There were voices surrounding her, but they weren't speaking any language she was familiar with. They seemed to communicate in melodies, weird, angular, twelve-tone type melodies. They were not unpleasing to the ear, just unfamiliar.
Then she became aware of a feathery motion all over her body. It wasn't exactly like something was touching her, it was more like something was making these motions around her and the air was touching her. It made her feel warm and glowing inside. It made her cunt juices start to flow, like a hungry mouth salivating at the smell of food. She felt her pussy open and close as if it wanted to be fed, but she had nothing to feed it with.
She thought of using her hand but it didn't seem like it would be sufficient. Still she reached down with her burning fingers and touched the cool knob of flesh that was pulsing. She felt the shock from her fiery fingers sear through the flesh and up through her body. She felt her clitoris jump and twitch beneath her touch. Then she felt another fiery hand cover her breasts and massage them. She knew that it wasn't her other hand because she was trying to get her finger inside of her cunt with that one, so she was puzzled by where it could have come from.
She thought that she might have wished it into being and that if she wished hard enough she might be able to get something that would satisfy her throbbing, aching cunt. She thought and thought until finally she felt a body pressing down on her. It pressed her hand tighter against her clitoris and forced her to remove her other hand from inside her pussy. Then it began to rock back and forth against her body.
She felt a delicious sensation rise up inside her, like a hum that starts softly and ends up very loud. She felt breasts against her breasts. She felt hands caressing and stroking her face. She felt a cunt pressed against her cunt. Then she felt a hand take her hand away from her clitoris, and another clitoris was put in its place. At least Lisa thought it was a clitoris, but it seemed so long and hard that she wasn't sure.
She tried to see but couldn't seem to get her eyes in focus so gave up trying. She felt the long, thin shaft roll back and forth across her tiny, raging clit. She felt the burning get hotter and hotter until she thought she was going to be consumed in flames. She felt like her clitoris was raw from the constant attention it was getting. She felt like she was being lapped at by the flames of a bonfire.
Suddenly she went wild! She started to roll and writhe around! She couldn't feel anything under her and she wondered if she was suspended in space. This made her twist and turn even harder. She bucked her body up and down. She arched her back like a crossbow drawn and ready for firing. She screamed and clawed at the object on top of her, but she felt like she was going through air, that there was nothing there!
Abruptly she felt an object jam into her cunt. It was hard, hot, and very, very Then she felt herself being jerked to her feet. Another object was forced into her extremely tight asshole. It didn't hurt though, it seemed to slip right in like it belonged there. Then she felt the objects start to move in and out of her. They were rubbing against each other, and she could feel it through the thin wall that separated the two holes.
One would slide all the way in while the other would be almost out of her, then they would change and go in the opposite direction. At first it was very slow, but within minutes it began to speed up. Soon they were going so fast that she couldn't keep up with them. Her body became a giant marshmallow that was being pummeled by two enormous tools. She felt pushed and pulled. She felt electrical currents surge through her. She felt urged, driven to a height never before dreamed of. She felt like she was being shoved off the brink of a very steep precipice.
She felt tongues, all wet and slippery, licking her skin. She felt large mouths engulf her nipples and breasts. She felt huge mouths suck on her body, everywhere on her body. They sucked her clitoris, her ass cheeks, her breasts, her nipples, her mouth, her tongue, her eyes, her arms, her legs, huge sucking, lapping mouths all over her. She was rigid with pleasure, then she was wild with desire. She didn't know which way she was going to go from one minute to the next. She didn't feel real, and then she felt extremely real-super real.
She felt orgasm after orgasm rip through her. They didn't seem to stop or have any in-between point, and yet they were separate from each other. She seemed just to go higher and higher to a never-ending peak.
She lost her body and then it would slam back into her. The shafts would ram into her faster and faster until they were a part of her and no longer felt. Then suddenly they would slam very deep inside and they would become separate from her again.
Everything moved back and forth faster and faster-deeper and deeper-harder and harder. Rocking her up and down-moving her back and forth and sideways-shoving-twisting-ramming-impaling-slamming into her. She screamed and writhed-contorted-tried to get away-tried to blend in-tried to go over-and over-and over! She was desperate-she had all the time in the world-she wanted-she had-she clawed and chewed at nothing-she caressed and stroked the satin skin against her. She felt pounded-loved-turned inside out-fondled.
It grew more and more-it was never going to stop-she was going to be there forever-she wasn't there now-she felt the juices pouring from her-she felt her swollen cunt grasping and sucking greedily, hungrily. She felt her asshole burst like a poppy seed and creamy white liquid stream out of it. She felt the suns and universes burst inside her body-inside her head-inside her mind's eye.
She felt tongues and mouths-she heard whisperings so unearthly rustling around her. Time stopped-time disappeared-time went so fast that cracks were heard from the energy that was broken through. She smelled sweet fragrances in the air-she smelled animal lust-primitive savagery. It engulfed her-overwhelmed her
-drove her mad-dragged her with it-forced to become a wanton beast.
She felt feathers caress her skin-she felt talons tear at her breasts. She felt the milk of mothers pour from her nipples-she felt the milk of whores pour from her cunt. She felt the shock waves of the constant pounding inside of her reverberate up her spine and surge through her gut.
People-people-cocks-cunts-mouths-tongues-lips-clitorises-all were one-all blended into a whole. She was close-so close-it was so dark-so very, very dark. Just a little more-more-more-more-EXPLOSION! She screamed and screamed and screamed! She felt the bursting of the semen in her ass! She felt the rocketing of the viscous liquid in her cunt! She felt the ripping satisfaction of her clitoris through her body! She felt the flood of juices over her hand!
She stood stock still and waited. Finally things began to come back into reality. She looked around her and saw three happy faces.
"You are one hell of a good fuck!" Rita exclaimed.
"I second that!" Stu and Jack said at the same time.
"We're going to have to get together more often," Rita declared.
"Sure," Lisa replied dreamily and promptly collapsed.
CHAPTER TEN
Lisa came home from the beach party feeling tired but somewhat proud of herself. Somewhere along the way she had won a battle with poverty. She wasn't exactly sure how, but it was a distinctive sensation and one that she couldn't possibly miss. She still didn't like the after-effect of the marijuana everyone smoked in the Vineyard, but she did like the effect it had during the peak point.
She lay in her bed and thought about her family. She wondered what they were doing and how the kids liked their summer vacation. Nobody in her family were letter-writers, including herself, so she hadn't heard from them since she arrived at the Ralston's. Of course they hadn't heard from her either. She thought about writing her mother a letter and decided she would definitely do it tomorrow.
Then she wondered why the particular brand of grass the people had around there was so sexually oriented. She thought about it very carefully and realized that she had never been so absolutely wild and unreal as she was when she had smoked those two times. It seemed like she wasn't there at all. She had nothing to do with what happened. She had no control over her actions, body or emotions. Possibly it was because of her first idea, the grass was treated with something, but it would seem that it would be hard for all the grass to be treated with the same stuff. And that night they had picked up joints from several random people, so it still wasn't reading properly.
Her mind felt like it was running a marathon race with itself. Thoughts kept zooming through at high speed, but they wouldn't sort themselves out into anything that was very clear. So what she was getting was a big jigsaw puzzle of half-thoughts and half-sentences, and nothing was coherent.
She suddenly realized that she had absolutely no idea of what was going on in the outside world, especially politically. That was very unusual for her since she wanted to be a political science major in college. She normally didn't go for over two days without reading a newspaper, magazine, or watching the news on television. She hadn't done any of this since she had gotten there.
Maybe ifs became my sexual recreation has been keeping me busy, she thought. No, I've always managed before in spite of the sex. Ifs like I haven't wanted to-haven't even thought about it. It really hasn't crossed my mind. Come to think of it, I don't see how it could. There isn't a T.V. here or a radio, and I haven't seen a newspaper since I left Grand Central Station. There's been nothing to remind me of it. Jesus! That's freaky! I'm isolated out here in the middle of nowhere! One could get almost paranoid about that!
She shivered under the sheet and immediately felt her body start to get turned on again.
And another thing-this damn-blasted grass doesn't give up! she grumbled to herself. I can't move without getting turned on and I don't want to be turned on!
Maybe if I managed to crawl over to the bathroom I could get the bath-brush and bring it back to bed with me. At least that way I'd have something to help relieve me if I get really desperate.
Shit! Doesn't anybody care what's happening to the real world? she mumbled to herself as she literally crawled to the bathroom. I can't believe that the other kids, at least, wouldn't want to know. Or the big-money guys.
She made it to the tub and got the brush. Then she started the long crawl back to her bed. It was almost painful to move because every movement sent vibrant, electrical lust-waves through her. She thought she was going to have to stop and use the brush before she even made it all the way back, but managed to make it in time to her bed.
As soon as she was lying back down she jammed the pliable rubber handle up her cunt. She felt only the slightest release of tension and a rush of intense heat from her pussy. She slipped one of her fingers up inside along with the handle. She wanted to see approximately what the temperature was inside her. She was amazed-it almost burned her finger, or at least it seemed that way.
She slowly moved the brush back and forth and pressed the bristles against her clitoris, then she went back to her wandering thoughts. The people were much too blase around the island, and she couldn't believe that was really their true emotions. It all seemed so unreal, so plastic, so like out of a fairy story book. Only the kids had some modicum of reality, and that was pushing the point.
The slipping and sliding of the brush was interfering even more with her already jumbled thoughts. Now they were trailing off and getting lost in the hazy mist right beyond her eyes. She decided that it would be much easier to concentrate on fucking herself with the handle, and a lot more satisfying.
She felt the smooth rubber jam deep inside her swollen cunt. She felt the delicious rushes bombard her body. She let her mind sink into her hole and become a part of it, knowing every little fold and crevice there was. She was the hot, wet, smoothness of her cunt. She was the rippling, velvet walls that sucked the handle deeper and deeper into her. She was the tiny hole all the way in the back of her cunt that contracted and jumped every time the handle came close to it. She was the bone that communicated the billowing lightning rods through her body every time the handle hit it.
She could feel herself build to a feverish pitch. She could feel her sweet honey flow down the handle and over her hand. It was sticky, warm and delightful. She knew it was only going to be a short while before she felt the wonderful bliss of orgasm. She rammed harder and harder, trying faster and faster to drive herself over the peak. Suddenly she felt her stomach convulse and do a somersault. She was over!
She slowly took the handle out of her and let her hand rest against her pulsing hole. She went to sleep feeling her creamy juices flow over her hand in warm spurts.
The next morning Lisa got up and took a long bath. She debated with herself whether she really should write her mother a letter or not. It had sounded like a marvelous idea last night, but that was last night. Then there was the problem of how much would she want to tell her mother if she did write. They had always been very close, as a matter-of-fact surprisingly close, but what was happening to her was something that even slightly disturbed Lisa herself.
She had been able to tell her mother the day she'd lost her virginity, and her mother didn't freak out. She'd been able to tell her all the affairs she'd had since then, too, and her mother had accepted it. But her mother was some three hundred miles away from her now, and Lisa was right in the middle of the situation. If she couldn't understand all of it being right in the middle of it, and if some of it still disturbed her, how much more was it going to upset her mother who wasn't there.
She tossed the pros and cons back and forth, back and forth, and couldn't seem to make any headway on it at all. Finally she got out of the tub and got dressed, pushing the problem to the back of her head for the time being. She ran downstairs and raided the icebox. The hungry munchies caught up with her one day late. She fixed herself a huge breakfast and ate with no disturbances.
Then she went to try and find everybody, but everyone seemed to be out. It was a situation that she had grown used to. Many a morning she got up and found the house empty, usually with a note by her bed to meet Lilly somewhere when she got it together. This morning there had been no note, but it didn't bother Lisa. She knew they would be back for cocktails.
Finding that she had time on her hands she decided to at least write a letter. She would decide as she went along how much to say. She sat down at the desk, took a pen in her hand, and stared out the big picture window.
Dear Mom, I know it's a little unusual to write to each other, but I thought since it was an unusual job it called for one. I hope you and the kids are doing well, and that daddy isn't working too hard. Tell him he doesn't have to because with what I'm making this summer, we could all practically retire.
It's been very interesting here, although I must admit that I haven't had to do very much work. They have maids and cooks and often Lilly (that's Mrs. Ralston) takes the kids herself. I know that sounds strange. I was hired to take care of kids and I hardly ever see them. I thought it was pretty weird and it actually had me very upset for the first week or two that I was here, but I have found a 'sort of answer to the problem.
Actually, that's why I'm writing to you. I debated a long time before I decided to tell you this, but I feel that you really ought to know. I'll start right from the beginning. The very first night that I got here the Ralstons invited me to join them in bed. I did, because I didn't feel that I had too much choice about it. I've since found out that I didn't.
The next day I was petrified that I had blown everything, and believe me, Mom, that was a frightening thought. I couldn't see myself coming back to you and the kids the very next day saying I'd blown it because I'd balled them. As it turned out, it was some sort of test to see what I was like and if I needed protecting. End result-I'm a great lay and I need protecting. I've been to a party almost every night, and I've balled somebody at all of them.
About the protection part. Some of the kids up here get to choose, within the realm of the party, who they want to ball. Other kids are protected-that means they get somebody assigned to them.
The Ralstons cared for me enough to feel I shouldn't run into any kind of weird situation, so they pick out who's going to be my partner for the night. Amazingly enough, they've picked a famous person every time. Once it was even a couple.
Then there's the times that the kids themselves get together and have an orgy, but seemingly that's more out of declaring independence rather than desire. You see, there's guys up here too. They crew on the boats during the day, and service the women during the night.
Jesus! If you understand any of this, I'll be amazed. I'm wondering if I'm telling you to inform you or to try and get it solid in my head-I don't know.
At first I didn't know what was happening at all. I just felt obligated to ball these people that came up to me. I really didn't like it, although they were super groovy lays. Then I found out what the score was, and I'm still not sure if I like it.
Let's put it this way. I love being fucked and fucking these guys. They are really fine. I love meeting them and getting to know them. I've learned a lot from them. I think that it has to do with the attitude of the other people on the island that .still has me slightly disturbed.
The Ralstons are an exception. I don't know why, but I know they are. The people they find me are an exception-usually because they are famous within the creative arts. But most of the people are almost callous. These are kids from their own towns that are up here.
One girl told me they would be doing this at home with their bosses for a lot less money and not nearly as nice an atmosphere, so why shouldn't they take the jobs. Most of the kids have gobs of money-as a matter-of-fact, I'm the only one in this section who is on the poverty program.
But Mom, these kids start these jobs at fourteen and younger. I don't think they realize that it's just as much a prostitution trip as walking the streets in the city. But somewhere they've got to be aware of it, because it shows in their attitude towards their sex life and the opposite sex. I think that some of them have been pretty well screwed around in the head by it.
I guess that I'm lucky because I came with a fairly good attitude about sex and my employers really care about me and don't want me to get hurt.
I've met a guy up here that I really like. Now I guess he and his sister have been doing this trip ever since they reached puberty. They hate their parents and now Dale, the guy, is almost totally turned off women. Judy, his sister, says he talks about me a lot She says that it's very unusual for him to do that.
I would love to get to know this guy better. The other night he defended me against some weirdo who has a chip on his shoulder about his parents-Dale knocked him out. But we've hardly talked, except for the first day that I came, and we certainly haven't balled. I don't even know if I could get close to him, but I'm going to try. I think he's worth it. I certainly don't think he deserves all the crap that he's apparently gotten.
You and Daddy have got to be the most beautiful parents in the world. I never realized how close we really are, until I looked and listened to these kids. Man, if that's what a lot of money gets you-I don't want it!
Listen, I've got to go. I hope you can understand this mish-mosh and not get upset about it. Maybe this is what the world is really like-some good people and the rest are semi-hypocrites. They say they don't like prostitution-it should be gotten rid of-and then they prostitute their own kids under another label.
Oh, well. Take care, and give a big kiss to Daddy and the kids. And tell Johnny to behave. Just because I'm not there doesn't mean that he can get away with murder.
I love you all very, very much.
Love and kisses and peace,
Lisa
Lisa carefully read the letter over and decided that it was clear enough for her mother to get the general idea of what her summer had been like thus far. She felt she had explained everything well enough for her not to get upset about it either. She put the letter in an envelope and sealed it. She had to rummage around to find a stamp, and finally found one way in the back of the drawer. Then she put the envelope on the hall table with the other mail that had to go out.
Nobody had come back to the house, and Lisa didn't feel like going to the beach. She felt that she re ally needed time alone just to sit and do nothing but think. She went back up to her room and climbed onto her bed. She looked around her and realized she had made an island within an island out of her bed. She had voluntarily isolated herself even more than she already was.
She remembered some of the strange thoughts that were swimming around in her head the night before. She knew there was an answer to these people in what she had looked at.
It's like they set up this place-an island-to escape and play out their fantasies, she thought. They make all this money as adults, and then run away to their island and play 'let's pretend' like children. That makes some kind of sense. I can see that if you make a lot of money you'd want to spend it in a really groovy way. But I wonder why they bring their children, and why they hire the teenage kids of their friends.
Maybe they want to show them what they can do-train them early in life. Or maybe they think it's better to 'keep it in the family'. No-then the Ralstons wouldn't have hired me. Of course, then again, maybe that's why they protect me so well, and I get flack from the other kids-Some of the other kids.
Damn! It's all so weird in a way, and so great in another, she thought to herself and then laughed. I don't know why I even care. I'm getting paid good money to have a good time, and I like fucking all these interesting people!
Come to think of it, I better look at my feelings about Dale. Here I go and tell mom that I'm interested in him, and by my own admission, I tell her that I haven't even seen him to talk to, except last night when he played gallant knight. I didn't even talk to him then. Shit! I didn't even try to ball him.
Maybe I have a missionary complex somewhere deep inside me that makes me want to save souls. Because if I look at it realistically, that would be the only reason I'd want to know Dale better-to save him from himself and straighten his head out.
She chuckled to herself. The thought of her saving somebody's head was amusing, since she didn't feel she could handle her own all that well. She often amused herself with grandiose thoughts of helping people. Even her choice of majors in college was based on going into politics and helping her people-poverty people.
She looked out the window and saw the sun streaming down in golden ribbons across the lawn. It was a fine, quiet, warm day and she was feeling much more together. She felt like she was beginning to be able to handle the scene that she was in-not just let it happen and not think about it-but really handle it.
She reached down to her pussy and slowly began to rub her clitoris. She could feel the tiny knob grow hard and brush against her panties. She tugged her shorts off, pulled her panties off, and began to slide her finger up and down her slit. She was very wet and warm, and it felt like the right thing to do on that kind of morning.
Her pussy throbbed, her body glowed, she felt on top of the world this morning. She felt the warm rushes of pleasure drift up her spine. She felt clean, cleansed of all worries and problems. She felt she could really settle down and enjoy herself, enjoy her body, enjoy the wonderful balling that she was getting.
She rubbed her clitoris faster and faster, sending shivers all through her. She slipped a finger into her pulsing hole and felt it being tugged up further inside of her. She turned it around and around, feeling all inside of her cunt, all the swollen flesh, all the wet, slippery skin, all the rippling muscles.
She went higher and higher, faster and faster. It felt so good. It felt so really delicious. Then suddenly she slipped over the brink and sweet cream gushed from her cunt hole. It was a gentle, beautiful orgasm. She closed her eyes and felt the sun hitting her cunt. Then she drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Five days had passed since Lisa had written her mother. They had been the best five days of her life. She still hadn't seen Dale, and wasn't sure she ever was going to, but she thoroughly enjoyed everything that she had done. The men she met were beautiful. They were intelligent, they were fun to be with, they were great balls, and they treated her like a queen.
She looked back on the others she'd been with and realized they had treated her exactly the same way-she just hadn't been able to see it.
She was sitting around that afternoon with nothing to do and nothing planned for the evening. She was contemplating calling up Judy and inviting her to come over. She hadn't made up her mind yet when the telephone rang. She picked it up and heard Dale's voice on the other end.
"Hello? Lisa?" Dale said.
"Yeah. Hi, Dale," she replied.
"Wow! You recognized my voice!" he exclaimed.
"Sure, you have a distinctive voice. Ain't that a nice thought?" she said and giggled.
"Yeah, except if I'm ever in any trouble, I won't be able to disguise it," he said.
"You planning on getting in trouble any time soon?" she asked and laughed.
"Nope, no time that I've planned in the near future-I'm all booked up. Can't fit it into the schedule," he replied and joined her laughter. "Listen, the reason I called was to ask you out tonight. I've got a freebie goin' for me."
Hey, that's fabulous-so have I!" she exclaimed. "I'd love to go out with you. Where'd you have in mind and is it for dinner?"
"Yeah, a quiet dinner-nothing fancy. And then just go to the beach-there's really nothing much else to do up here," Dale told her.
"Sounds fabulous, absolutely great! Should I bring a sweater, do you think?" she asked.
"Probably. It gets pretty chilly sitting right on the water if you don't have a fire, and I'd rather not build one," he replied.
"O.K., what time?"
"How's seven sound? Will you starve before then?"
"Naw, I think I can last that long. See you then," Lisa said and hung up the phone.
She stood and looked at the pale blue instrument with an amazed expression on her face. She had just about given up ever really seeing Dale only three minutes before he called, and then he goes and calls, and on top of that invites her out to dinner. She was astounded!
She ran upstairs to tell Lilly what she was doing and to get ready. She found Lilly sitting with the kids reading them a book.
"Lilly, Dale just called and invited me out to dinner. O.K.?" she asked.
"Of course-I gather you told him yes already," Lilly answered and smiled.
"Yep! Sure did," Lisa replied and grinned.
"I must say it's about time he called you. I was about to give up on him," Lilly said.
"You were! I already had about three minutes before he called! Talk about timing!" Lisa exclaimed.
"I think it was very well timed. You were in just the right mood to change your mind," Lilly replied and laughed. "Where's he taking you?"
"Nothing fancy is what he told me and then we're going to the beach afterwards," Lisa said.
"If you want to borrow anything let me know," Lilly told her.
"No, I don't think so," Lisa said. "Oh wait a minute. I'll use some of the perfume I wore the night I wore your dress."
"Good idea-it's irresistible, even to Dale," Lilly informed Lisa and smiled a knowing smile.
Lisa went off to her room wondering if that meant Tilly had fucked Dale. Knowing Lilly as well as she did, it probably did mean that.
That's a goof, she thought. I'll be balling someone that Lilly's balled first. We haven't run across that one yet. But I gather from her smile that if he's ever warmed up he's pretty damned good. I wonder if Lilly's been rooting for me to get Dale all along. I'll bet she has!
Lisa was really very excited even though she kept trying to tell herself it didn't matter all that much, and that it probably wouldn't amount to a hill of beans. She rushed through getting dressed and putting on makeup. It wasn't because she was so nervous. She looked at herself in the mirror, refusing to admit that she was at all nervous, and contemplated redoing everything. She wasn't quite satisfied with the way she looked.
She took everything off, clothes and make-up, and took down her hair. She started from scratch choosing another outfit, different hair style, and completely new form of make-up. When she finished she looked in the mirror again, and still wasn't satisfied. It was then, as she was thinking about doing everything all over for the third time, that she realized she really was nervous. This date was more important to her than she had thought, although she still couldn't figure out why.
She left the outfit alone and went down to Lilly's room to use the perfume.
"Lilly?" she called and knocked on the door. "It's Lisa."
"Come on in, honey," Lilly yelled back.
"Just came to get the perfume," Lisa said, walking over to the vanity table.
"You say you're a little nervous, huh?" Lilly asked and grinned.
"Who said I was nervous, and besides, why should I be?" Lisa retorted.
"Nobody said anything-it sticks out all over you like a sore thumb," Lilly told her. "Hey, don't feel alone. I don't know a woman on this island who hasn't gone through that about him. That's grown women, and with all the stars and rich men around here you'd think a kid like him wouldn't stand a chance. I went through it when I knew I was going to get a chance to ball him.
"I was so nervous that day that I thought Jeff was going to temporarily divorce me. He gets you that way every time, and God only knows why. That's in case you've been wondering why you were so hung up on him when you hardly ever saw him and there didn't really seem to be anything all that great about him. Again, don't worry! You ain't the only one!" she informed Lisa and giggled.
"By the way, I'm rooting for you. You're the first girl that he's taken a liking to on his own. That shows a definite sign of something. I think wonderment."
Lisa was in hysterics with laughter by this time. "Well I'd figured out that you'd balled him, but I never dreamed he was such an enigma to everybody. Nor did I think that my thing for him showed so much, but I must confess I've liked him ever since I saw him.
"Judy told me the same thing about his liking me and that meaning something, but she wasn't any more sure of what than you are," Lisa said.
"I think every girl who's worked up here has tried to get Dale. Every woman who was divorced has tried to get Dale. And there were some married women that I know that would've divorced their husbands in a second if he had said to do so," Lilly told her. "I wish you all the luck in the world, baby-I think you just might catch our prize specimen."
"I don't know whether I want to or not. I guess I do, but I'm not sure what I'd do with him once I got him," Lisa said and giggled.
"For one thing, ball him a lot! He's got to have one of the most gorgeous bodies I've ever laid eyes on!" Lilly exclaimed.
"True! But I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life that way. Although it wouldn't be a bad way to go. But really, does he have anything to say-is he smart or something besides beautiful to look at?" Lisa asked.
"I think I'll let you find that our yourself," Lilly replied slyly.
"Unfair! Unfair!" Lisa declared just as the doorbell rang.
"Have fun, honey, and I really, truly hope it works out," Lilly told her sweetly.
Lisa ran down the stairs and opened the door. "I'm ready," she told Dale.
"O.K., then let's go," he replied.
They were sitting on the beach snuggled up close to each other. The cool sea air was whipping around them and chilling them down to the bone. The dinner had been very nice, quiet but nice. They hadn't talked about anything very important, mostly about the things that they had in common as far as their interests were concerned. Dale had steadfastly avoided any talk about himself, and Lisa hadn't pushed it.
"You know, I'm going to freeze my balls off if I don't get a blanket from the car!" he told her.
"I'm in perfect agreement with that suggestion-in fact I second the motion," Lisa declared.
"Then it's unanimous. I go to the car and get a blanket," he said and got up.
Lisa hadn't realized how warm Dale's body was until he took it away. She threw her arms around herself and rocked back and forth to try and stay warm.
One almost has to fuck just to stay warm out here, she thought. Shit! I wish Dale would hurry up, I'm going to be a block of ice before he gets back!
Just then Dale came running up with a huge fur blanket. "It's called a car rug," Dale informed her, seeing that her eyes had gotten considerably larger.
"It looks like it might bite. Are you sure it's tame?" she asked.
"The man who sold it to me guaranteed it was housebroken and perfectly harmless," Dale said and grinned.
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"I certainly hope so," Lisa replied, sounding very dubious.
Dale spread it out on the sand and then lay down. Lisa lay down next to him, and he wrapped them up in the huge fur rug.
"There," he said. "Isn't that a lot better?"
"Sure as hell is!" Lisa heartily agreed.
Dale felt a rush of body heat coming from Lisa, and began to get turned on by it. She felt so comfortable to him. She didn't even push him about his past. It seemed that everyone was always so interested in what he had done, probably because they were trying to find out why he was the way he was. That had turned off more potential relationships for him, because he hated to be analyzed. Lisa talked to him like he was a completely normal person. She didn't seem to be particularly overawed by him either.
He reached out and touched her breast. He felt very hesitant about doing anything for fear of breaking the spell, but he really wanted her. In fact, she was the first woman he had really wanted in a long time. He wanted her all on his own without being paid for it or feeling obligated.
She pressed back very gently against his hand. She didn't want to rush him; she wanted him to feel like he had all the time and freedom in the world. He began to slowly squeeze her breast. He felt her nipple get hard as she began to get turned on. He wanted to take her dress off but was afraid it was too cold.
"Dale, if you want to take my dress off, you can," she whispered, sensing his desire.
Dale smiled and unzipped her dress. He was very careful to not move the cover off her while she wiggled out of the garment and laid it aside. Then he ran his hands up and down her body, feeling her silky skin. He was beginning to ache with his desire for her. He could feel his cock press against his pants so hard that he was sure it was going to break the zipper open. He could feel the heat building up inside the cocoon they had built. He thought they were going to start a bonfire.
He pulled her tightly to him and kissed her lips. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and searched for her tongue. She had pulled it way back in her mouth to tease him. When he found it he sucked it back to his mouth and then held onto it with his teeth. She instantly made it hard like a miniature cock and tried to pull it out from between his teeth.
He finally loosened his grip just enough for her to scrape in and out of his mouth. He felt her tongue vibrate against his teeth as she slipped it in and out faster and faster. He suddenly had to get out of his clothes, because he was sure he was going to choke if he didn't. He reached down to his zipper and undid it without stopping the kiss. The next part was much more difficult, but he did manage to get his pants off without stopping Lisa.
She reached down with her hand and grasped his large cock. It was large and swollen to its fullest capacity. It felt fantastic in her hand, and made her desperately want it in her cunt. She rubbed her hand up and down the huge shaft, feeling the satin skin run underneath her palm. She felt the intense heat of passion emanate from it, and knew that Dale was going to be every bit as good as Lilly had said and then some.
His caresses were becoming more and more insistent as she stroked him faster and faster. They were still kiss mg each other. It was like they didn't need to ever come up for air again; they could remain kissing each other forever and ever. Lisa was breathing harder and harder, her chest was heaving up and down. She wanted to taste Dale's prick. She wanted to feel Dale's cock in her pussy. She wanted to experience his raging drive that she was so certain was there.
She stroked and rubbed his shaft harder and faster. She trailed her fingertips over the ridge of his cock and up to the tiny hole at the end. She tickled the hole with the very tip of her fingernail, teasing him, pretending she was going to force the nail into his hole. She felt the minute mouth open and close like a sucking child. She felt her pussy get sopping wet and begin to bum with a heat that was almost too much to bear.
Lisa's moans were music to Dale's ears. He listened to the low pitched sounds grow louder and louder and get higher and higher. He knew she was aching for him as much as he was for her. He could feel it in her touch. He could hear it in her breathing. He could hear it in her groans that said, Take me! Take me! He could feel it in her beautiful body as it pressed against him.
He felt her muscles ripple and vibrate against him. He felt her body grow taut and shudder from desire. He squeezed her breasts harder and harder, rolling her nipples between his fingers, teasing her tongue with the tip of his tongue. He wanted to build her to a point where she attacked him because she couldn't stand it any longer, and he knew that wasn't going to be too long.
She suddenly felt a drop of Dale's semen spurt from his bouncing cock. It felt like a red hot drop of molten steel. It seared through her hand and down her body to her cunt. It ignited her pussy and made it burst into flames. She had to have him right then, she couldn't wait! She spread her legs and guided his shaft to her gaping hole. Abruptly her cunt swallowed his cock to its very hilt.
They lay there for a minute, neither one breathing, neither one moving a muscle. Then it hit them! It was like someone had shot a firecracker off underneath em. Suddenly Dale was ramming his rod into her soft, welcoming pussy as if it was the first cunt he ever had and he was never going to get another chance to do it again.
He slammed into her-rammed-shoved-pushed-pulled-drove-twisted-turned-impaled-pummeled-slapped-slipped-crammed-jammed-faster-faster-harder-harder-closer-closer-a-little-more-a-little-more-so-close-EXPLODE! His semen shot up inside her and bounced back down her cunt.
"Turn around, baby," he told her. "Turn around so I can suck you while you suck me. I've got to taste you!"
Lisa readily complied. The giant rug was like an oven, but the fur felt fantastic against her overly sensitive skin. She felt like there were a million tiny little hands tickling her whole body. She was completely exhilarated by their fucking. It had been so fast and yet so complete. It was intense and full of energy. It was the best she'd ever had!
Lisa took the enormous rod into her mouth. She slipped it in very, very slowly, further and further until she had it all the way in her mouth. The tip of Dale's cock reached down into her throat. She almost gagged but then got full control and began to slip her mouth up and down the shaft. She could taste the mixture of her juices and his semen still damp on his tool. She could feel the tip of his cock press against her throat as it pulsed and throbbed with passion.
Dale swiftly covered her cunt with his mouth, breathing in the heady smell of her musky, animal odor. He slipped his tongue down her slit and into her hole, then back up to her clitoris. He felt her swollen twat lips press against his tongue and form a sandwich. He felt her clitoris dance and bob up and down every time he touched it. He felt it get hotter and hotter.
Lisa felt Dale's tongue slap back and forth over her clit. She felt him slip and slide up and down her slit and jam his tongue into her hole. She felt her insides crawl around like they were doing a snake dance. He was marvelous! He would slow down and then speed up. He would press hard against her clit and then suddenly tickle it. She was being driven mad, wonderfully, insanely mad. She was twisting and writhing her hips around and around on his face. She was grinding her cunt into his face harder and harder.
Dale could feel Lisa's magical mouth suck and lap at his tool. He felt it slide all the way into her mouth to the back of her throat. He felt her lips milk the base of his cock and her tongue tickle the tip of his cock. He felt her try to suck his balls up into her mouth and thought that he was going to explode right then. He felt his guts tie up in knots. He felt a burning, craving desire to bite into her clitoris that was bobbing up and down in his mouth.
Suddenly Lisa felt Dale's teeth clamp down on her clit. She let out a scream and grabbed his hips with her fingernails. Then she took a finger and jammed it into the tube underneath his balls. She formed a pouch out of the loose skin and ran her finger up and down the tube. It was hard and swollen and his cock took off into a jitterbug dance in her mouth.
Dale chewed and bit the sweet flesh harder and harder. He was beyond sensibility. He wasn't thinking about pain, because everything was pain and pleasure all at once. He was going mad. He could feel reality slipping away from him. Only once before had that ever happened and she had died. He prayed that Lisa would stay with him.
He sucked and chewed her clitoris. He tasted her sweet cream that was pouring from her cunt hole. He lapped and slapped his tongue back and forth across the glowing, red ember of flesh. He could feel her body convulse in tiny ripples that kept getting larger and larger until suddenly she heaved, her body bucked against him, and then she lay still.
Lisa rammed her finger up and down, feeling his tube get larger and larger. She sucked and sucked on his shaft. She slipped her mouth up the end and sank her teeth into the tip. She slapped her tongue back and forth over the tip and wrapped it around the shaft and slid up and down it. She drove him faster and faster. She had to taste him-it was becoming an obsession with her. Suddenly she felt his semen burst through his tube and into her mouth. It shot right straight down her throat. It felt like a shot of pure adrenalin had gone through her veins.
She sucked on him until every last drop was out of him and then she curled up to him. Her body was shivering from his sucking on her. She was like a vibrating machine because of the last orgasm. Dale, though, didn't seem like he was going to slow down. He gently rolled her over onto her stomach.
She could feel his still hard rod press against her asshole. She felt a rush of lust surge through her. She couldn't believe herself! She still wanted more and knew she would continue to want as much as he would give. Nothing was too much with him.
He reached under her and took some of the juice from her pussy with his hand and smeared it onto her hole and his cock. Swiftly he shoved his pulsing tool into her quivering, tiny hole. He felt the tight muscles jump and then loosen up and let his cock slide all the way in. Then he felt the heat of her ass begin to slowly bum into his rod and make him want to move it.
He slipped it in and out very, very slowly, feeling the pulsing, vibrating motion of her muscles. He was going into another dimension. He wasn't on earth any more. She was a goddess from the world of total lust. She was driving him to know himself completely. She was making him look at himself through his strokes, through his ripping and tearing at her ass.
He went faster and faster until he was sure that he was going to die fucking her. Then he went still faster. He rammed his tool against her spine again and again. He felt her writhe and twist underneath him. He reached under her body and took her clitoris into his fingers. He began to twist and turn it around and around, spreading her pleasure a little further.
She thought she was sitting on the peak of the world and screwing it. She felt her clitoris being turned around, she felt her ass being fucked, she felt her body become an entity unto itself. She slammed her ass back against Dale's rod as hard as he slammed it into her. She clawed and screamed into the blanket. She felt herself climbing the waves and riding the waves feeling like she was never going to come down.
They were high on lust. They were wild from pleasure and pain pounding through their bodies. They were fucking as if their lives depended on it. They had to have each other totally and nothing less would suffice. They had to know each other every way there was all that night. Then they could elaborate on that another time.
They drove into each other faster and harder. Never letting up, not knowing where it was coming from, but knowing that they had to do it. They had to slam and ram into each other. They had to take each other to the top of the mountain. They drove and drove until finally they rocketed out into space. Lisa felt Dale's semen shoot up inside of her once more. Dale felt Lisa's body convulse and shudder beneath his once more. Then they collapsed.
"Lisa, I love you," Dale whispered to her.
"Dale, you hardly know me," she replied.
"I do know you and I love you," he insisted. "I've only loved one other woman and she died. When she died so did I. That's why I've come up here every summer. I didn't care. But now I'm alive again, because of you."
"Oh, Dale," Lisa cried, "I don't know what to say. I love you, too, I think, but I'm not sure. Oh, please understand."
"I do and I can wait. I think we should finish out the summer and we should talk to each other then."
"You mean you don't want to see me again this summer?" she asked in a puzzled voice.
"No, of course not, silly. I want to see you and will, but I think you should be free to make your own choice without undue pressure from me. And if we quit, believe me I would pressure you because I would be seeing you constantly," he quietly explained to her.
"Oh. In that case, I agree," she said cheerfully. "And thank you for not getting upset with me."
"Lisa, I said that I love you and that means I understand you, too. I couldn't possibly be upset with you," he replied and kissed her eyes.
"Let's go home," she whispered sleepily.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lisa ran into Lilly's room as soon as she woke up. She had to tell Lilly the good news. She also had to find out if what Dale had said was just a 'line' or really sincere. She felt a little bad about checking up on him, but she had to be sure of what she was getting herself into. She didn't want to be halfway into a heavy relationship and have the rug pulled out from under her.
Lilly was sitting up having breakfast in bed. She looked very regal with her velvet bed jacket and her hair all flowing over her shoulders.
"Are you cold?" Lisa asked, seeing the jacket.
"It was very damp last night and I think I caught a chill," Lilly replied. "Don't keep me in suspense-maybe that's what gave me the chill and not the weather. What happened last night? Did you ball?"
"Did we ever!" Lisa said and laughed. "Six ways for Sunday! Oh, Lilly, he's great! But you haven't heard the best part-"
Lisa waited to see if Lilly would tell her, knowing Dale from prior experience, but Lilly remained silent.
"Dale told me that he loves me!" Lisa exclaimed.
A look of pure amazement passed over Lilly's face. She couldn't say anything because there were no words for how she felt. Dale had never intimated that he was even fond of a woman, let alone told her he loved her. It seemed like that was declaring their marriage tomorrow.
"Lisa, I can't believe it. I mean, I don't know what to say," Lilly gasped, searching for the right words. "I give you my heartiest congratulations! But-but-do you realize the impact of that statement? Do you realize the full significance of what you just said?"
"I think I do," Lisa replied, a little puzzled by what Lilly was saying. "I know he hasn't loved anybody since this other girl died. But you sound like it was much more than that. I guess you'd better explain to me exactly what you mean."
"I don't even know about another girl. As far as anybody knows up here, Dale has never loved a woman in his life. He's had hundreds of women and girls throw themselves at his feet and he's spurned them all.
"He's not cruel, in fact, he's incredibly gentle. He's not asexual, as you found out last night, but he doesn't ever seem to really be there. Now, maybe he was with you. He's not exactly a woman-hater, nor is he gay. I don't really know how you'd classify him, but being in love is definitely not a part of it," Lilly told her and paused for a minute.
"I'm astounded! I'm deliriously happy for you! But I have this weird feeling to tell you to be careful. I would suppose because it's so out of character for Dale," Lilly said. "I don't think he would ever hurt you intentionally-as a matter-of-fact, I know he wouldn't! Damn! I wish I could pin down what has me feeling odd!"
"Maybe it's just like you said-it's so out of character for him that you're not sure what to expect," Lisa mused.
"Perhaps. Did he say anything else to you?" Lilly asked.
"You mean like what we were going to do about the rest of the summer?" Lisa asked.
"Yes. Anything at all. Did he give you any reason why he behaved the way he does?" Lilly answered.
"Well, the only thing he said was the thing about the girl. Apparently when this girl died he didn't care anymore, and he started to come here for the summers," Lisa replied. "Then he said that we should keep on working the rest of the summer, because it would teach me a lot and also give me more time to make up my mind about him. He wanted me to be sure that I was in love with him, and he didn't want to put any pressure on me.
"He told me that if we quit he would be constantly with me, and wouldn't really give me room to make an honest judgment. I thought it made a lot of sense, and certainly would be fair, so I agreed," Lisa said and then laughed. "He was so beautiful last night. He was very, very tentative at first, but he warmed up fast. I didn't get any feeling of his not being there. All I felt was total involvement."
"I don't know what it is you have, but it's got to be pretty special," Lilly replied. "I know that a lot of the guys at the parties have commented about you. They really like being with you. As a matter-of-fact, you've built up quite a little reputation and fan club up here.
"I guess if you have that much effect on them I shouldn't be surprised that you got through to Dale. After all, he is only human," Lilly said with much affection and grinned at Lisa. "I know that we were mighty impressed by you the very first night. Jeff talked about you all night after you left us. That's why I didn't get any sleep and was up so early the next morning."
"My cheeks must be a beet red by now," Lisa murmured. "I'm really not used to all this praise and attention. I'm glad the guys have enjoyed being with me."
"I'm glad Dale is letting you finish out the summer. Otherwise it would make it very difficult on me," Lilly informed her.
Lisa thought about asking Lilly why she came up there for the summer. She thought about sitting down and having a long talk with her about her motivations, but then decided against it. If Lilly wanted her to know, she would come to Lisa and tell her, but it wasn't up to Lisa to ask.
"Is there anything on the agenda tonight?" Lisa said instead.
"Yup. We have a marvelous party that we're invited to, and we women are to wear leather outfits," Lilly replied cheerfully. "I checked to see if you had any such thing in your possession and found out you didn't. So I went out and bought you one. It's over in the closet. I hope to god it fits!"
"Uuuummmm, so do I," Lisa said. "I've never owned a leather outfit-too expensive."
She took out a black leather pair of hot pants, and saw that the top was hanging from the hanger. It was nothing more than the tiniest halter top imaginable, also in black leather. The top might as well as been nothing more than a bra.
"There are some shoes on the floor to go with it," Lilly told her.
Lisa looked down and saw a pair of black leather sandals. They had heels and looked like they laced all the way up to her knees. She was thrilled with the whole outfit. She quickly shed her clothes and put on the leathers to see if they would fit.
"I love it! It fits perfectly!" Lisa cried out and swirled around. "I think you had little gnomes come in at night and make it while I was sleeping!"
"I swear I didn't, but I can't guarantee how the people I got it from went about making it. Maybe that's what they did," Lilly said and laughed. "I'm thrilled that you like it!"
"I love it! What time's the party?" Lisa asked.
"We have to leave here around six," Lilly replied.
They arrived at the party around seven o'clock. Lisa had no idea that the island could be so large that it would take an hour to get somewhere on it. She had been thinking in the car that she wasn't too sure she was going to really want to ball somebody so soon after having balled Dale. First of all, she wasn't too sure that anyone could live up to him, thus making anything else sort of a bring down with their fucking fresh in her mind. Second, she wasn't sure she felt right about it, not that it would be cheating, but how much could she really let go and be herself?
The outfit was arguing for the other side. She felt very sexy in it and wanted to test the effects on whoever she was going to be with that night. She knew that if she tested the effects she would have to ball them. She could've backed out before they left, saying she didn't feel too well or something, but now it was really too late.
As they walked into the dimly-lit house, Lisa got a strange sensation of embarking on an unusual journey. She had no earthly idea why she should feel that way, but it was an unmistakable trip feeling.
She didn't have to wait this time for her partners. They met her at the door. It was a couple that wore masks of leather, and didn't identify themselves. They took her hand and led her down a long corridor. They remained silent the whole way. Lisa didn't say anything either. She was a little afraid to say anything, like it was against the rules. The house seemed to be very quiet, except for an almost imperceptible strain of music wafting through the air.
The music was eerie, what she could hear of it. The house was even more eerie, what she could see of it, since it was lit only by candles. The silence of the couple in front of her was beginning to play tricks with her mind. She was beginning to think that something evil was going to happen to her. She unconsciously reached up and touched her cross which she had put on for the first time since she had been there.
Lisa wasn't a religious person, nor very superstitious, but every once in a while something would touch the primitive side of her. Then her superstitious nature would leap into view, and she would start searching for her protective totems. If she didn't have any with her she would invent some from whatever was available. Tonight she was very glad that she didn't have to invent any, since they were never as strong as the ones made for that purpose.
Finally the couple stopped in front of a door. The man opened it and the wife shoved Lisa inside. They then closed and locked the door. Lisa acclimatized her eyes to the even dimmer light, then took a look around her. She suddenly became very frightened. She saw whips and chains on the walls. She saw a rack-like table in the middle of the room. She saw a huge stake with leather thongs hanging from it. She saw an enormous 'x' shaped figure over to one side. It too had leather thongs hanging from it. Finally she saw a large, four-posted bed. It had heavy velvet drapes hanging from the sides and a heavy velvet canopy over it.
The couple took her by the hand and led her to the bed. The woman opened the curtains and threw Lisa onto the top of the bed. Before Lisa could get her balance, the woman had grabbed her arms and was holding them in a spread eagle position, while the man tied them to the posts with velvet ribbon. Then the woman grabbed Lisa's legs and the man repeated the same action. Lisa looked from one to the other, but could tell absolutely nothing about them because of their masks.
She was almost paralyzed with fear, and somehow she found herself getting turned on by it. The woman took a brand new, shiny knife and sliced Lisa's outfit off her. Then she took a very heavy-smelling oil and spread it all over Lisa's body. It was thick and viscous, almost like it was semen with an oil base. Its smell was overpowering and Lisa found herself getting sleepy from it.
She watched the couple strip out of their costumes and smear the heavy oil over themselves. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes open and focused. Finally they went to a comer and picked something up.
Here it comes, Lisa thought, almost in hysterics. They went and got the whips. Oh God, why oh why do I get myself in these things. I knew I shouldn't have come tonight. Now I'll probably never leave in one piece!
Lisa passed out before the couple got back to the bed.
The couple looked down on the beautiful girl and slowly raised the peacock feathers high above their heads. Then they let the feathers come crashing down on her body. They whipped her again and again with the feathers. They watched her nipples grow hard and round. They watched her skin begin to glow from the oil and tickling plumage. They watched her hips try to raise up, try to roll around, try to greet the plumes as they came raining down upon her.
Then they turned the feathers around and started to lash her with the stems. They had five feathers apiece in each hand, and the stems kept separating and leaving distinct lines all over Lisa's body. They watched the hairline thin marks pop up on her skin. They heard her moan with pleasure. They whipped her faster and faster, but never touched her clitoris.
She was moaning louder and louder trying desperately to get the stems to go over her pussy. At last a batch of them struck her clitoris. She let out a yell and then a sigh of relief. Suddenly all the stems were pounding over her clitoris. The couple watched the tiny knob grow larger and larger with each blow. They watched the smile on the girl's face grow wider and wider until it was almost a grimace.
The oil was beginning to make their bodies very hot, and they knew that hers had to be burning up. They struck her faster and faster, almost feeling the biting sting of the stems themselves. They got hotter and hotter, wanting her with a maddening lust. They hit her and hit her, again and again, building themselves into a frenzy, watching her body writhe and ripple under their blows. The man's cock was jutting out in front of him, doing a dance in mid-air. The woman's pussy was soaking wet, and her juices were pouring down her leg.
Finally they couldn't stand it any longer. They threw their feathers to one side and climbed onto the bed with the lovely young girl. They flattened their bodies against her and began to rub up and down her. They slipped and slid all over her body, rubbing their nipples against her, his cock against her, her pussy against her. Their bodies were pulsating to be a part of her. Their bodies were burning up with desire for the fascinating creature before them.
The woman leaned over her and took one of the girl's nipples into her mouth. She slowly rolled her tongue around the aureole, feeling the swollen knob around the edge of her tongue. Then she engulfed it with her mouth and slapped it back and forth with her tongue. She sucked on it and felt it grow larger in her mouth. She teased it and felt it shiver in her mouth. She bit it and felt it jump in her mouth.
The man leaned over her at the same time and took the girl's clitoris into his mouth. He slowly rolled his tongue around the base of the tiny knob, feeling the folds and hard tube slip across the tip of his tongue. He slid his tongue down her wet gash and shoved it into her gasping hole, then he came back up to her clitoris. He slapped his tongue back and forth over the bouncing button. He sucked on it and felt it grow larger in his mouth. He teased it and felt it vibrate in his mouth. He bit it and felt it twitch in his mouth. He could feel her sweet cream oozing out of her hole and over his chin.
The woman got up and straddled the girl's face with her aching cunt. She spread her lips so they were on either side of the girl's mouth, then she began to rub her pussy over the girls teeth. She pressed her clitoris hard against the girl's ivory teeth and scraped her cunt back and forth. Her clitoris was so hard and ached so much that she grazed back and forth faster and faster. The woman was rising higher and higher to the peak of orgasm. The higher she went the harder and faster she rubbed.
The man got up and took his rod into his hand. He slipped his hand up and down it a couple of times, reached out to the girl's soaking wet cunt, took some of her juice, and spread it over his tool. Then he slammed it into her greedy hole. He felt the tight walls stretch apart for his wide prick. He felt her slippery walls ripple up and down his shaft. He felt the back of her cunt clamp down on the tip of his cock and milk it.
The woman's clitoris was pounding inside her. Her body was a mass of live wire. She had to come, she had to reach the peak. She looked down on the serene face of the girl and pressed even harder against her teeth. Her juices were smearing all over the girl's face. Her cunt was quivering and shuddering as it rode the top of the wave of passion. Her hands were flying over her body, touching her nipples, pulling at her nipples, stroking her raging, fiery flesh.
He slammed his cock into her hole again and again. He rammed it as deep as it would go, feeling the bone jab against the tip of his tool. She was so hot inside, he was so hot inside. His guts were churning and tearing at him. He drove faster and faster into her. He felt his throbbing rod pummel her. He felt his pulsing dick impaling her soft inner chamber. He watched the woman grind her cunt into the girl's face and slammed into the girl's cunt even harder and faster than before.
They rode the wave of passion. They stood and hovered at the brink of total, all-encompassing orgasm. They knew pain-they knew pleasure-they knew unrelenting desire. They ground and scraped-pushed and pulled-crushed and bruised-slammed and jammed against the fragile body beneath them. Suddenly they exploded into a thousand pieces. He shot his semen into the grasping hole! She gushed her juices over her placid face! They were at peace.
The room had an evil acrid smell to it. She lay tied up on the wooden table, a huge figure standing over her. Then she saw that there were two figures standing over her, they both wore hoods so she couldn't see their faces. She heard strange chanting in the distance. She was trying to tell them she wasn't a witch and couldn't they see the cross she was wearing, but they couldn't hear her.
One of the figures tore her cross from her neck. The other figure ripped off her clothes, and she lay naked on the wooden table. Then the figures took whips and raised them high above their heads. Suddenly they let the whips come crashing down on her body. They whipped her again and again with the leather straps. They watched her body writhe and contort in torment.
She couldn't understand why they chose her to punish. She couldn't understand why she wasn't bleeding. She couldn't understand why her skin glowed with an intense heat and she began to like the whips that came raining down on her. She watched them come down again and again, leaving hairline marks all over her. She felt an incredible pleasure rise up inside her as she felt the blows over and over again. She moaned louder and louder, but they were moans of ecstasy. She felt the sting of the lashes over her clitoris and writhed with joy.
She was delirious with pain, she was mindless with excitement. She felt rods and poles inside her. She felt wet cloth grind across her face. She was joyful that they couldn't touch her, for she was protected by the saints and by God. She received the torture with gladness because she knew that it would prove her innocence.
She felt the joy build higher and higher inside her. It was so large that she thought she was going to explode. The blows and stabs, the tortures and torments, the agony and anguish were beyond her. They made her feverish with bliss. They made her savage with ecstasy. Suddenly she felt them burst into a thousand tiny pieces. She saw the holy light and knew she had won. She felt the blessed grace explode inside her and knew that she was saved. Then she fell into a black, black sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Lisa woke up back at the Ralston's. When she opened her eyes she was very wary of what she was going to see. She remembered a dream that seemed to be partially real and partially unreal. She couldn't sort out what was what. She checked her body to see if there were any marks on it, but couldn't find any.
There was a knock at the door and Lilly came in. "I'm sorry about last night, honey," she said. "I didn't have any idea it was going to be that wild a party. I heard that you collapsed after you balled. Are you all right?"
"Hell, Lilly, I didn't collapse after-I passed out before and never quite came to. I don't even know what really happened!" Lisa exclaimed. "It's all very unbelievable. I suppose I was balled, but I don't know for sure. If so, I hope they enjoyed it."
"Baby, I can't tell you how sorry I am. That must have been a real bummer for you," Lilly said apologetically. "I must say that I was led to believe it was going to be something entirely different from what it turned out to be. I didn't have such a hot time either."
"Oh, well," Lisa sighed philosophically, "it was an experience. I just wouldn't want to go through it again."
"I second the motion," Lilly exclaimed.
Lilly left the room and Lisa slowly got out of bed. She was tired, as if she hadn't really slept at all. She wanted to call Dale, she wanted to see him, she wanted to get back some of the beauty that had been jarred out of her by the night before.
Just about the time Lisa was finished dressing the phone rang. Then she heard Lilly call up the stairs to her. "It's Dale!" she shouted.
Lisa ran down the steps and picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Hi, baby," she heard his comforting voice. "How are you doing?"
"Desperately glad to hear from you!" she exclaimed.
"That's great!" he said and laughed. "I haven't been so cheerfully greeted in a long time. I haven't felt so wanted in a long time, either."
"I want you-I want you-I want you!" she cried.
"Then how about skipping out on duty tonight and going AWOL in a boat-all by ourselves," he whispered.
"Fantastic! I'll meet you in front of the gate. When?" she replied.
"Around seven. Can you do it?" he asked.
"You're damn straight I can!" she declared. "I'll see you then."
"O.K. baby, take care of yourself," he said and hung up.
Lisa saw Dale coming down the road and ran to meet him. They threw their arms around each other and squeezed each other hard. They both had ducked out of a party and felt absolutely delicious about it. It was like two children going off on an adventure that they were sure the adults wouldn't approve of.
They continued down the road, trying to be quiet so as not to attract any attention. They kept having giggling fits because they would bump into things, and trip over pot-holes in the road. They were walking down to the beach, but at the rate they were moving it was going to take them an awfully long time. A car came by and they quickly ducked behind a tree. Then they looked at each other.
"Should we hitch a ride?" Lisa asked Dale.
"I don't know if we can risk it. Remember we are AWOL. What if we met somebody that was going to the same party as our people, or they knew them, or, God forbid, it was them," Dale replied. "No, I think we'd be a lot safer if we kept on our own two feet."
"O.K. I have to agree with the logic, but I may be the most banged up girl you ever saw," she said and laughed.
"Ssshhh-that's alright-I'll still love you," he told her.
"I'm not worried about you! What am I going to tell the Ralstons when they ask how I got in that awful condition?" she inquired.
"The last one got a little carried away with himself: Or maybe you could appeal to Lilly's better, more romantic side, and tell her we were going to elope but couldn't find a preacher, and the bruises came from the trip down the ladder," Dale answered.
"Oh you're ridicul-OH!-Damn!-Wait a minute, I've got to retrieve my foot back from the hole that tried to claim it," Lisa cried out.
"You tell that hole it doesn't own your foot and you have the papers to prove it!" Dale teased her.
"It wants to see them-Dale, come here and help me, I think it's really caught in there," Lisa begged him.
"Oh, oh, I hope you haven't sprained it," Dale said.
"Not yet, but if I don't get it out of here soon, it's going to swell like a motherfucker!" Lisa declared.
Dale went over and very gently eased her foot out of the pot-hole. It had gotten wedged in fairly tightly, so he carefully went over it with his hands to make sure that everything was all right. When he had finished making sure that nothing was sprained or broken he kissed her lips tenderly and helped her up.
"You'll be O.K.," he gently told her. "Every adventure has to have its mishaps."
"I hope only one and no more to me," she replied and squeezed his hand. "Did anyone ever tell you, you're crazy?"
"Several people many times. Why?" he asked.
"Going off in the middle of the night, with no lights, to a beach, to get on a boat, to make love, and being so careful that no one sees us, when it probably doesn't matter a damn," she replied.
"But it wouldn't be half as much fun or nearly as romantic," he said gaily.
"You're probably right but that's beside the point. You're still crazy," she told him.
"As long as you don't mind being out alone with a madman, I don't care," he said.
"Weeelll-I guess I don't mind-he's a pretty cute madman," she said, teasing him.
They continued their bumpy journey down the road until they reached the main highway. There Dale paused and looked at his watch which glowed in the dark. It was almost eight o'clock, which meant they hadn't made very much progress, but it didn't really matter because they had the whole night. He looked up and down the highway then grabbed her hand and ran across to the other side.
"I know a short cut," he whispered.
"Uh oh, I have a feeling that I ought to be very cautious of your short cut," Lisa said.
"Boy what a lack of faith you have!" he declared.
"Right-lots of fate, very little faith," she replied.
"Come on nitwit, we've got quite a ways to go," he said.
Again they stumbled over pot-holes, around bushes, through brush and low clinging vines, over fences, through fences, and under fences. Lisa was keeping a close eye out for any dangerous animals, like a bull. She was also trying to be careful of where she walked, trying to avoid any squishy piles that might be lying around. Eventually she began to feel the sea air on her cheeks, and feel the sea spray gently caressing her skin. She knew they had to be fairly dose to their destination.
"Almost there," Dale said in a stage whisper.
"That's good because I don't think I could make it much further," Lisa sighed. "You know how it is with us city girls-great in a jungle, lousy in a pasture."
"No I had no idea," Dale said as if he were surprised.
"Well now you know," Lisa replied.
At last they reached the shore. They walked down the beach to a rickety old pier. Dale paused and looked around, finally spying a familiar boat
"Come on, this way," he said.
"You want me to go out on that in the dark?" Lisa cried. "You must be nuts!"
"It isn't all that bad. Just step where I do and you'll be fine. Besides, it's the only way to get to the boat," Dale said.
"Lovely! Who do I sue in case I break my fool neck?" Lisa grumbled.
They made it out to the boat very carefully with no major accidents. Lisa was joking with Dale about getting hurt, but she really was afraid. She wasn't used to the ocean, docks and boats, and they still held her in awe. She wasn't used to walking in meadows, especially without lights. She really wasn't used to the great outdoors, even though she had been to camp. They weren't allowed to wander around in her camp, and the places they could go were all smooth, wide open 'spaces.
Lisa didn't want Dale to think she was a sissy so she didn't tell him her knees were like wet spaghetti. By the time they reached the boat, all she wanted to do was collapse, but she was afraid it might be the wrong spot. So she remained standing while Dale untied the boat.
"O.K., you can climb in and go towards the stem," Dale told her.
"Not to sound stupid or anything, but what's the stem?" Lisa asked.
"The back of the boat-that way," Dale told her pointing in the direction he meant.
She very carefully got onto the boat and crawled back to where Dale had showed her. She huddled down in a comer and watched him leap onto the front of the boat. He tied the ropes down and untied some ropes around the sail. Then he came back and joined her.
"We're off," he declared.
As soon as they were away from the dock, Lisa took a look around. It was quite a large boat, at least in her mind it was, and she was surprised Dale was handling it all alone. When they had chugged out into a channel he turned the small motor off and raised the sail. Suddenly Lisa saw what it was that hooked men on the sea. It was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. The huge white sail spread out against the pitch black sky, with a sliver of silver moon trailing ribbons of light in the night. Everything seemed so peaceful.
"Dale, how can you handle this boat all by yourself?" she asked.
"Because I'm used to it. Besides, if I asked you to do anything I would have to explain everything I meant and it's much easier just to do it myself. They aren't all that hard to handle," he explained.
"Oh, I see. Whose boat is it?"
"A friend," he replied.
"Dale, does your friend know we have his boat?" Lisa asked.
"Huummm-sort of. I hinted I might want to borrow it some time and he said he didn't mind," Dale told her.
"Whoopee! I sure hope nothing happens to it," Lisa said with a shake of her head.
"Don't worry, it won't. You just sit back and look at the pretty view, and I'll take care of the sailing," Dale told her.
She took Dale's advice. She sat back and looked out onto the water. She put her hand over the side and trailed her fingers in the spray. She was surprised at how fast the boat moved. It didn't look that fast, but when she trailed her hand in the water she could feel the rush of the liquid. She felt excited, there was electricity in the air.
Finally Dale came to a place that was clear enough for them to just drift. He took down the sail and let the boat rock back and forth on the gentle swells. Then he took Lisa's hand and led her up to the cockpit. There were sofa-type beds against the walls for people to sleep in.
"See, I give you comfort and all," Dale said grandly.
"Gee-the luxury tour," Lisa said with a giggle.
Dale took her into his arms and held her close to him. He looked at her and smiled, and then he kissed her. He kissed her long and hard. He opened her mouth and slipped his tongue into it. He played with her tongue, tickling, teasing, slapping it with his tongue. They swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the rocking boat. Very, very slowly he unbuttoned her sweater, then her blouse, then he took off her pants and shoes.
She felt the cool air blow gently over her body. She was very turned on. She didn't waste any time in getting Dale undressed, so she could feel his naked body against hers. She pressed her body hard to his and rubbed against him. She felt his cock begin to get hard and rise up between her legs. She felt her pussy start to get wet and the juice ooze down her thighs.
Dale lifted her up and carried her to one of the beds. They weren't very wide, but they served their purpose extremely well. Their hands flew over each other, feeling the familiar terrain. Their breathing became more and more labored. They were beginning to bum up in the close quarters, but they didn't care. They feverishly kissed each other, squeezed each other's nipples, played with each other's asses.
Lisa's clitoris was throbbing with desire. She wanted to feel Dale's mouth on it. She wanted to feel Dale's tongue slip and slide over it. She moved her leg between his and began to rub up and down his thigh. She felt her pussy lips part and lay flat on his skin. She felt her hole suction itself onto his thigh. She rubbed faster and faster, feeling the rays of energy race through her.
Dale felt his pulsing cock roll between the two of them. It was so hard and ached so much. He desperately wanted to slam it into her cunt, but held out because it was too soon. He felt her swollen cunt lips part against his thigh and slide up and down it. They were so wet, her hole was so wet that they left a trail of sweet juice on his skin. He felt her bobbing clitoris pump against his thigh, he felt it bum into his thigh, he felt it get harder and harder as it rubbed along his thigh.
Lisa suddenly pushed Dale away and turned herself around so she was facing his feet. She spread his legs and buried her face in his crotch. She wiggled her cunt against his chin, indicating that she wanted him to suck on her also. She lifted his balls and held them up with her chin, then she ran her tongue all up and down the tube underneath his balls. She would come right to his asshole and stop, teasing the edge of it with the tip of her tongue.
Dale smelled her sweet cunt odor and felt the animal nature in him rise to the surface. He grabbed her wiggling hips and held them fast in his hands. He sank his teeth into her pulsing clitoris, tasting her divine liquid smeared all over it. He slapped his tongue over and over the throbbing knob of flesh. He tickled and teased the edge, rubbing the tip of his tongue over the ridge right above her clitoris. Then he pulled the clitoris up with his lips and sucked on it like it was a cock.
Lisa felt Dale's magical mouth on her pussy. She felt her body shiver and shudder with excitement. She took his hard cock into her mouth and sank all the way down to the base of it. She ran her tongue all up and down the shaft and tickled the tip of it. She played with his balls, rolling them around in their sac. She plucked at the loose skin, pulling it up tight, thus making his balls pop up inside of him, and then letting go and watching them ooze back down into the sac.
Suddenly she shoved two fingers up into his ass. It was tight and very hot. The muscles resisted her fingers at first, then loosened up. She slipped the fingers in and out faster and faster each time. She wiggled her fingers against each other inside the tight hole. She spread them apart and twisted them around inside of him. She could hear his moans and groans of pleasure. She could feel his body writhe underneath her.
Dale sucked and played with her clitoris, making it grow harder and harder. He plucked at her twat lips, chewed on them, sucked on them, sandwiched his tongue between them, felt their soft, pliable flesh against his lips. He ran his tongue up and down her slippery slit, teasing her hole and then her clitoris and then her hole. He could feel her hole squeeze shut and suddenly open wide. He could feel her pelvis move slowly around underneath him. He could feel her muscles ripple and undulate.
All of a sudden Lisa felt the bombs bursting inside her. She felt the world fade and disappear, and then slam back into reality again. She felt her body vibrate from head to toe. She felt the orgasm surge through her.
At the same time Dale felt his semen claw its way up through his cock and burst into her mouth. He felt his cock pulse against the roof of her mouth as it shot stream after stream of his sticky liquid. He felt the force slam through him, he felt his desire rise even higher, he felt himself want to ravish her cunt with his throbbing dick!
He swirled her around and rolled on top of her, then he rolled her onto her stomach. He took his prick and shoved it into her cunt from behind. He slammed hard against her pelvis; he felt her walls convulse from the sudden intrusion. He felt her compact ass press his stomach every time he shoved his rod into her hole. He heard her screams slice through the quiet night air and drift out to sea. He felt her contorting body buck and heave underneath him.
She was still quivering when she felt the huge prick slice through her cunt and threaten to keep on going up her. She was sure that Dale was going to part her in half with his cock. She felt the driving force slam into her stomach, touch off all the nerves, send her flying into another world. The sharp, jabbing pain was pleasure. The lightning bolts of energy zig-zagged through her. She was aware of every little movement of everything, the boat, the water beneath them, the covering on the bed, Dale's magnificent body ramming into her, everything. She was riding the waves of ecstasy.
He went faster and faster-harder and harder-deeper and deeper. Suddenly he felt the tip of his cock pop into her womb. Her womb clamped down around the ridge and wouldn't let go. He couldn't move in her, but he felt the swift rippling of her walls up and down his shaft. It was a fantastic feeling and was bringing him close to the edge. He lay on top of her, her ass pressed hard into him, not moving a muscle and just letting her pussy do the work.
She felt an incredible shooting pain almost blind her. Then she was aware that Dale had gotten his cock into her womb. She felt her womb automatically close down on it, and her cunt tremble and shudder. She felt the weight of his body as he lay on top of her. She felt her walls undulate all up and down the enormous prick. Faster and faster she vibrated-squeezing-sucking-milking his wonderful tool.
They were so close. They felt the heavens open up and welcome them in. They heard unearthly sounds from their magical ship. They floated on the clouds. They were high on life, higher than they ever had been before. They loved the rhythmic movements they were making with no effort at all. They felt like they had discovered the elixir of life. Suddenly they felt the explosion. Dale's semen surged through her womb and sent her into tumultuous spasms. Her whole body felt like it was in an earthquake, that it was the earthquake!
She felt her body heave and roll around. She felt her juices merge and mingle with his semen, and then ooze back out of her hole. She felt her breath escape her in a rush and debate about coming back. She felt her whole world become shook up, finally settle back down. She lay in Dale's arms and felt whisps of his warm, damp breath brush past her cheek.
"Hey, let's go for a swim," Dale whispered into her ear. "I can drop the anchor so the boat won't float away and we can swim in the nude."
"Hey, super!" Lisa exclaimed.
They jumped up and ran to the stem of the boat. Dale dropped the anchor and they dived in. The cool water slipped past their smooth bodies like satin. It was a beautiful feeling. The two of them were laughing and giggling, interrupting the hush over the sea. They dived in and out of the water like porpoises. They were children of the sea, they were beings of the night, they were magical and the world was their toy. They were two young people in love.
They would dive and kiss each other under water, then surface in a rush and kiss each other in the spray of the geyser that they created. They splashed each other "and pulled each other underneath the surface. They swam through each other's legs feeling their bodies graze against one another. The night was theirs and they knew it.
Finally they climbed back into the boat and prepared to head back toward land.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Lisa climbed into her bed feeling delicious all over. She and Dale had a gorgeous night together. Nothing could have marred their beauty and pleasure. She didn't feel the least bit guilty for walking out on her job; she even suspected that Lilly didn't give a damn. She drifted off to sleep with warm, sweet dreams floating through her head.
She woke up the next morning with the feeling of the night before still with her. She was in such a good mood that she felt like singing. She felt like shouting to the world that she was in love. She felt like dancing on the roof tops and screaming her heart out from pure joy. She jumped up and got dressed and was just about to run out of her room when Lilly came to the door.
"Hi, can I come in?" Lilly asked.
"Sure," Lisa said not knowing quite what to expect, but not really being concerned about it either.
"I missed you last night," Lilly quietly.
"Uummm, yeh. Well, you see, Dale and I decided to skip out last night. We-ah-sort of went on a spur of-the-moment, unsanctioned vacation. I kind of hope that it didn't cause you too much hassle. Then again, I kind of am not too concerned about it. I guess that's not a very good attitude, is it?" Lisa said.
"Actually, I think it's a marvelous attitude," Lilly replied. "I'm so happy that you two are together that I wouldn't care if you skipped out for the rest of the summer. It was you who said that you were going to continue. I know-I did say something about how it would leave me in a lurch if you didn't continue, but that's not really true."
"What do you mean-you have me a little confused," Lisa said quizzically.
"I think you'd better sit down for this. Or maybe you'd rather have breakfast and let me tell you while you're eating," Lilly said.
"Since I'm ravenous, I think I'd rather hear anything you have to tell me over some food," Lisa replied cheerfully.
"Good enough, let's go down to the kitchen and I'll personally cook your breakfast for you," Lilly declared.
"Super!"
As they walked down the stairs Lisa pondered on what Lilly could have to tell her. She had a feeling that Lilly was finally going to explain this whole crazy summer to her. She felt a little excited in the prospect of finally finding out the purpose behind everything. It would be perfect timing, considering her and Dale.
She watched Lilly get things from the refrigerator and start the oven up. She knew that she was going to get a fantastic breakfast, and she had the feeling that Lilly had been pretending, playing the role of a scattered woman all summer. She watched Lilly move gracefully around the kitchen, every movement carefully planned and executed to perfection, not the slightest bit of wasted energy. It was like watching a complicated, well choreographed dance.
Finally Lilly finished making the lavish meal and set it before Lisa. She watched the young girl dive into the food with a hearty appetite. This was one of the few girls she was really going to enjoy telling her secret. She knew this was a person of life, and that she was going to try and live as much as was humanly possible.
"You like it?" Lilly asked, indicating the breakfast.
"It's fantastic! You should cook more often! Not that I've anything against the cook's cooking, but you're really super!" Lisa exclaimed.
"Thank you. Now I think you're sufficiently prepared, so I'm going to begin my tale," Lilly told her. "There was once this fairly pretty young girl who grew up in the slums. Every day she wished for a minor miracle to come along and whisk her away from the dirt and grime and hardships of no money. Every day proved that no such thing as miracles existed and that she might as well give up. But she was very stubborn and refused to lose faith. She was convinced that something had to come along and break the pattern.
"This young girl tried all kinds of ways to get out from under it all. She tried a lot of things that she would've rather not done. Those things didn't last too long but the memory of them lasted forever. She watched her friends give up, give in, wither up and die, become one of the legion of the living dead, and it all made her sick. Still, she plugged on and never lost sight of where she wanted to go.
"Then one day she got a job in an office. She had managed to get a college education by this time, and so the office was on a higher scale then most she had worked in. She was holding the position of executive secretary, which meant she made a lot of decisions without the money to go along with them. But it was better than working the streets. She had her own apartment and was fairly happy with herself. But still there was a gnawing feeling inside her.
"She looked around her to try and figure out why she wasn't as pleased with things as she should be. Then she realized that the potential of young men she was meeting were never going to get above where they were at that very moment. Now, she wasn't a pushy woman, by this time she was a complete woman, but she did want a little more than the lowest executive on the totem pole.
"Her problem was that she couldn't figure a way of meeting anything better without beginning to do things that she didn't want to do again. That meant mainly balling Mr. Right Guy of the week. So she continued to work every day, feeling like she was coming fast to a dead end.
"Finally she got a break. A very wonderful man walked into her office and asked her some questions concerning the business. He was so pleased with her intelligence that he invited her out to dinner. Now, she just happened to know that this was a very wealthy young man. He had been born into money and then went out and made gobs more of it himself, so she was delighted to accept his invitation to dinner.
"That was to be the first fantastic evening of many fantastic evenings. Soon the young woman discovered that she was very much in love with the young man. Much to her surprise, she also found out she would be in love with him whether or not he had money." Lilly stopped her story and looked Lisa in the eyes. Lisa didn't say anything. She sat and waited for Lilly to continue, which Lilly proceeded to do.
"One day the young woman read the financial section of the New York Times and discovered that her loved one's stock had crashed to an all time low. It looked like a miniature version of the 1929 crash. She was horrified and immediately called him up. She couldn't reach him. She was frantic, but not once did she think about the fact that he was cold stony broke. Not once did it enter her mind to drop him like a hot potato because he could no longer provide her with what she had worked all her life to achieve.
"She was worried about him. By the end of the day she was nearing hysterics, but she still hadn't been able to contact him. She tried every number and slimmest possibility that she could think of to reach him. She hadn't reached him by the end of the week, and by that time she was taking tranquilizers by the handfuls. Her boss offered to let her have some time off, but she declined for fear he might try and reach her there and not find her, so give up.
"She had already notified the police that he was missing. Apparently she wasn't the only one who informed the police of this; his parents had done so also. She had never met his folks, but they became very close during that time. They even accepted where she had grown up, her background and all. They didn't lay any trip on her that she wasn't the right girl for their son.
"Then another week almost finished, and she and his parents decided to hire a private detective to find him. It took two more weeks but he accomplished the task. He brought back a very broken young man. The woman didn't care. She took him into her place and helped him get back on his feet. She took another job to give him money to start over again.
"Suddenly, after a month had passed since he had been found, his company skyrocketed up to its original position and then continued to go higher. He hadn't sold the company, although he was in the process of declaring bankruptcy. As soon as the stocks went up he stopped the proceedings.
"He later found out it was an enormous fluke that had made the company nosedive in the first place. That was how she found out she would be with the man no matter what happened to his money. They quickly got married and she, of course, stopped working. She had achieved her goal.
"That's what she thought. It wasn't too soon after they came back from their honeymoon that she discovered some new things. Now you could say that the young man hadn't been completely honest with her about what kind of life she would be leading. Or you could say that his parents could've warned her, but that wouldn't really be true.
"Things change to some extent and nobody can really say what is going to be considered necessary by next week. It just so happened that living out sexual fantasies had become a necessary part of living in harmony with the people around the young couple. It was fortunate that they both thoroughly enjoyed sex and sexual experimentation. Otherwise they wouldn't have lasted this long." Lilly stopped again and looked at Lisa.
"That young couple is Jeff and I, as I'm sure you've gathered by now," Lilly said quietly.
"I had," Lisa replied, "but what I don't understand is why you bring other people into it. I remember something Dale said to me the first day we met. It was that you two always hire somebody from the poverty program. It would seem to me that is conflicting with your own beliefs. And another thing, I still don't understand why you have to do this just for social acceptability if you really don't want to. It would seem to me that you could find people who don't believe in doing this-people of your type and class that don't go along with all of this."
"Let's take your first question," Lilly continued. "I told Jeff I wanted to help as many young girls in the slums as I could. I wanted to help the ones that were trying like I had. He agreed to this and agreed to the price that I set for payment to them. I wanted the job to be legitimate and a mother's helper is one of the more legitimate jobs around.
"I often go down to the city and pick the girls myself. Sometimes I hire them through an agency. It's the same agency and they know me well. They know what I want, why I want it, and they always give me a full history of the girl before she gets here.
"The reason I do this is because I want to prepare them for what is to come. I don't want them to think, like I did, that everything is going to be fine once they get ahead. I wanted them to know that they would have to do many things they might not like or understand for the rest of their lives. How much they would have to do was strictly up to them.
"I wanted them to experience the life of the rich and see what they go through. I wanted them to see that not all famous people are self-sufficient but, like the rest of us humans, most of them are very insecure. I wanted them to get a wide range of living styles so they could prepare for the one that suited them the most. I wanted them to know that their background could constantly be brought up to them and often used against them if they let it happen.
"I don't tell them what to expect nor do I let the agency tell them, because I want them to experience it totally. I want them to have to function in an un known. Many a girl, especially from the slums, can fake it-bluff her way through for the money. They wouldn't get what I want them to get. They would miss the whole point. I don't want them to come prepared for such an experience, so I don't tell them.
"Now, you asked me why I continue doing what I don't seem to want to do," Lilly said and smiled. "Well, in the beginning it was a lot different from now.
I said something about the past being brought up to haunt you. That's what happened. Mine was brought up and used to coerce Jeff and myself to buy some land up here and join this group. You could call this a form of blackmail, but it's the kind that you can't go to the police with.
"I love Jeff too much to have him ruined because of me. Since it didn't really bother us all that much, we went ahead and joined. Yes, we could have found friends that don't go along with this. As a matter-of-fact we now have many friends that don't go along with this. Many of whom we wouldn't even tell that we do this because we would lose their friendship.
"Jeff wasn't really in a position to fight it then; now he is.' So why don't we quit, sell out, and split the scene? We don't because we use it for our own purposes now. We were the ones who set up the rule about being able to choose your own partner, for the kids that work here. We were also the ones that made the rule that an employer could choose a partner for their employee.
"We improved a lot of the conditions up here. We wanted the kids to have protection if they needed it. We wanted them to get a better deal and not have to go with Someone they found repulsive."
"It's an odd school, but that's what it really is all about. Learning other facets of life. We've had many girls here and I can honestly say nobody has been as rewarding as you. I swear to you that I don't say that to all the girls. I really mean it. You are a seeker, and nowadays that's a very hard thing to find. Many girls drift through life and accept whatever they get. Oh, they may strive to get to the top, but if they are thrown a curve, they don't bother to explore it. They just drift through it.
"I've been very disappointed in the last few girls we've gotten and consequently I haven't protected them. They never suffered any harm or damage, but I don't think they really appreciated the whole thing. When I've told them why I did what I did, they just looked at me and smiled and said it was perfectly all right, they didn't really mind. You didn't, you asked questions before I talked to you. Yes, Judy told me about your attempts to talk to her and your subsequent conversation.
"You also asked questions just now. You didn't just accept my explanation point-blank, you continued to search. I'm more than happy with that. I sensed it the first night. Jeff and I discussed whether we should or shouldn't give you protection. We decided that we should. You are a beautiful lady and I'm glad I've had the chance to know you," Lilly declared.
"Thank you," Lisa replied quietly. "I think that I'm very happy to have met you, and to have gone through your school. You are an amazing couple. I've a great deal of respect for you. I've learned an awful lot, all the things that you wanted and then some. I've also found the man I want to be with for the rest of my life.
"I think I even understand why you said you were glad Dale and I went out last night. It showed initiative on my part. I didn't completely buckle under the system and rules. I didn't let money or the fear of losing my job stop me. I started a life-style of my own," Lisa told her.
"You're very right," Lilly replied and grinned happily at her. "Now there's one other thing that I want to discuss with you. That's Dale."
"O.K., I'm willing," Lisa said and grinned back at her. "You certainly should know him better than I do and I want to know as much about him as I can."
"I'm not sure whether I know him better than you or not," Lilly informed her. "I suspect you have the advantage over me on that one. I told you he's a very closed-mouth person, and I truly meant that. But I do feel that you are going to have to teach Dale some of the things you've learned here.
"For instance you'll have to teach him how to form his own life-style and not let other people walk over him. You'll have to teach him that there is a very definite meaning to life, and that it's inside him. You'll have to help him pull himself together and find himself. You'll have to teach him that backgrounds do not make a person, and no one can force them to be the makings of that person.
"Most of all, I think you're going to have to give him a meaning to live and explore until he can find his own. It won't be easy and there are going to be a lot of conflicts. There going to be conflicts over the way to do things. His money is going to sometimes get in the way, the fact that he's always had and you haven't always had. His own background is going to get in the way and he probably won't be able to see it. You'll have to be very patient with him.
"I know this because of what Jeff and I went through. You have the extra added ingredients of Dale's private world that he lived in. That one with all the walls and moats and secret passages for hiding." Lilly told her gently. "But I wish you all the luck in the world."
"Thanks, Lilly," Lisa said. "I'm going to need it. I already know that without your having to tell me. But I think it's worth it, every last minute of it."
"So do I, baby, so do I," Lilly replied. "You can have the rest of the day off if you want it. I think you probably would like some time to yourself."
"I think you're right," Lisa said.
Lilly leaned over Lisa and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She felt such warmth for the young girl who was so much like she had been at her age. It seemed like centuries ago, but it was really only a few years. She looked down on the face so beautiful and knowing and her heart ached for all the things she would be going through. She realized that Lisa would meet each one of them and deal with them as they should be dealt with. She realized that Lisa didn't fear what was ahead of her. She realized she shouldn't ache for her, but she couldn't help it. She wished she could lift everything that she knew and put it into Lisa's head, but that wasn't really fair.
Lisa got up and wandered out into the yard. Lilly had certainly told her why she was here. She had more than just told her, she had given her chapter and verse. It was much more than Lisa ever expected to get. She felt elated, buoyant, as if she was beginning a new life. She was, she was beginning her life, a whole new phase of it. She knew that Lilly loved her very much and would do anything on earth for her. She felt special, like she had earned a reward, the highest merits of school or something.
She danced over the lawn and felt the sun glow down over her. She felt the wonderful rays shine down on her head and light her up. She felt wonderful, magnificently alive!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
For several days, Lisa felt like a child of God, a free spirit. Nothing marred her happiness, nothing could take away her self-confidence, nothing could trap her ever again. She knew what she wanted and she knew just how she was going to go about getting it. She had her life-style and nobody was going to take that away from her.
She took a good, long look at what she had been doing, all the balling, the games she'd been in and the people she'd met, and analyzed it all to see if it was worth it. After careful consideration she decided to continue doing her job. She decided she had learned enough to warrant her staying. Lilly had given her a few days to think the whole thing through, so now Lisa went to tell her what she came to.
She found her in the children's room and asked if she could talk to her in private. Lilly immediately got up and followed her.
"I've decided to stay," she told Lilly.
"Oh, Lisa, I'm so happy," Lilly cried and threw her arms around her.
"I feel I've learned a lot, and I think there's lots more to see," Lisa continued and returned Lilly's hug. "I want to know as much about people as I can. You see, I've always wanted to go into politics, and I figure the more types of people I know, the better off I'll be."
"That's a very wise thought-get to know their weaknesses, and then they can't play games with you," Lilly mused. "I like that!"
"By the way, something I meant to ask you the other day-how come there're no TVs or radios or newspapers on the island?"
"Well, I'll tell you-HI let you in on a little secret," Lilly said in a low voice. "You've thought that this was Martha's Vineyard, right?"
"Right," Lisa replied.
"Guess what-it's not!" Lilly declared. "Everything is made to look like it would be, and all the transportation was marked like it was going there, but in actuality this is a very small island off the coast of Maine. This is a fantasy island bought by the members of the group. You can't have reality invade your fantasy land, and besides, it would give away the fact that it's not Martha's Vineyard."
"I see," Lisa said. "So that's how they managed to get people into it. I thought that most of the Vineyard was very straight. I just couldn't picture them behaving this way. I see now what they did. They told you to buy some land and build a certain kind of house or they would expose your past, right?"
"You got it! Lilly replied. "But as I told you, we began to use it for our own purposes, and set up our own rules. By the way, that's why you were escorted to the train by the agent who hired you-he didn't want you to make any mistake about which train you got on."
"I bet!" Lisa exclaimed and laughed. "Anyway, is there anything going on party-wise?"
"Not until tomorrow, and that's a daytime affair." Lilly told her.
"Sure, O.K." Lisa said. "That just means I've got one more day to goof off."
The next day was absolutely gorgeous! It was a perfect day for a party, especially a boat party, which this was to be. Lisa was in high spirits and very hopeful of meeting somebody really interesting. She hoped she might meet somebody in politics, although she tended to doubt that any politician would take the risk of being caught at the island. The public would take a very dim view of it, and no politician wanted to risk that.
She got dressed in the mini-bikini Oily had given her, with a see-through jacket and skirt over it. She was itching to ask Lilly who she had picked out while they were driving to the pier, but managed to keep quiet. She could tell that it was someone really groovy by all the hints and smirks that Lilly kept dropping.
Lilly and Jeff felt really proud of Lisa. They wanted to show her off to everybody. They wanted to say, "Watch out! Here she comes, and she's someone you can't bribe, threaten, scare or hurt. She's beyond all of you, and she's going far! She's going to tear down all your carefully built empires of tyranny! She's going to destroy your world of hate and suffering, and build one that's decent! And she's not alone, there's others like her, so be on your guard, be careful, or you'll lose it before you know it's gone."
Lisa was the kind of person they had been looking for for years. Now that they found her they could quit, they could leave the island forever. Many people had benefited from their 'school'. Many people had just drifted through, but none of them were like Lisa. She was the one, the hope, the shining light of the future.
As soon as they got on board a tall, slightly older-looking man came over to Lisa. He was older than the average men that she had been given to, but there was a stance to him, a feeling to him that said he was ancient and ageless and youthful all at once. Lisa held her breath. The closer he got the more excited she became. She knew this man, everyone knew this man, and there couldn't be a mistake. He was Edward McClellen!
Lisa had gotten her wish: she was going to be with a politician. This was not just any politician, he was one of the most powerful men of his time, and she was going to be with him, experience him intimately. She was so thrilled that she thought she was going to explode.
"Hello, Mr. McClellen," Lisa said breathlessly when he reached her.
"Hello, Lisa," he replied and smiled quietly at her. "I hear you're a political science major in college-"
"Well, I will be," she replied, "but you see, I'm not in college yet. That is-I start this fall."
"That's wonderful! Why don't we go off in a comer and discuss your future," he said to her.
"I'd love to," she politely replied.
"By the way, just call me Ed-I'm plain folks now," he told her and grinned.
"You may be plain folks now, but you still move things in the political world!" Lisa declared. "Don't worry though, I'll call you Ed. I know I'm here for a special education-"
Ed nodded that he knew what she was talking about. "Then explain something to me. Why didn't you win?" Lisa asked. "And before you tell me, I want you to know I'm not an innocent idealist. I know politics is dirty. I know it's what money can buy. I know that you were the first to break the rules, but I also know there was something behind it all that very few people knew about. I want to be one of those people."
"I could tell you that you named the reasons yourself and leave it at that," Ed told her. "I could let you go on believing there was nothing more than not enough money or power, but I have a feeling I would be doing you a great disservice if I did.
"So I'll try to explain something to you as briefly as possible," he continued as he picked a vibrator lying beside him. "There's a group of people that run this country. They have many methods of getting to a person. They only go for the ones that are at the very top. Once you get there they come to you and make you an offer. No, it's not that kind of an offer.
"They tell you, you can either go along with them or they will make you ineffectual. You might even be voted into office, but your term will be like those people that you can never remember their name. The presidents that didn't do anything except sit around and grin a lot, the ones where their cabinet seemed to be running the country, they're the ones who wouldn't go along with these people. They were very effectively taken care of.
"They weren't harmed. They just had their fangs pulled. Then there are those of us that couldn't be dealt with in that manner. We were too strong to begin with, so we were convinced we should lose."
Lisa was speechless. Ed had been rubbing her back with the vibrator the whole time he was talking to her, and she had allowed herself to be lulled into a very warm, comforting position. Suddenly she felt like icy cold water had been thrown on her. She suddenly realized what he was saying to her.
"I-I-I don't believe it!" Lisa gasped. "I mean, I believe it but-but I don't know what to say. This can't be true! What you're telling me can't really happen! You've got to be making it up!"
"What reason would I have to make it up?" he asked her calmly.
"I don't know!" she cried out. "But you must be! This just doesn't happen to people!"
"I told you I could let you go on believing the other, but I felt I would be doing you a great disservice," he explained. "I think you're going to go a long way, and I think you should know about this. Call it being forewarned and forearmed if you like, but I felt it was necessary.
"I'll tell you something else too. If I had it to do over again I would go along with them. They know what they're doing, believe me. You'll probably forget this, but if you ever reach that point then I would advise you to remember this talk and join forces with them.
"No, I'm not crazy and I haven't been brain-washed. I've had proof of their rightness," he concluded.
"But what about right now? Is he theirs?" Lisa demanded.
"I can't say. I'm not at liberty to tell that," Ed answered.
Suddenly he stopped talking and moved the vibrator around to her pussy. She was so wrapped up in what he had said that she wasn't aware of what was happening. He moved the vibrator over her clitoris. He pulled her back against him and slowly began to remove her clothes. When he got to her panties he moved the vibrator up to her breasts, and removed the bottom to her suit. Then he slid the machine back down to her cunt.
She hadn't been all present mentally but her body had definitely been present the whole time. Her cunt was soaking wet and glistened in the bright sunshine. Ed wet his fingers with some of her juice and played with her nipples. All of a sudden Lisa popped back into what was occurring. Her pussy was on fire and shot flames of desire up through her. She moaned and writhed against Ed's strong arms. She felt his charisma that had captured so many people.
She was going wild! Her whole body was shaking with the energy that was rushing through her. Her mind was no longer thinking about politics, it had become a part of her passion, it was her passion. She growled and clawed at the deck of the ship. She twisted and contorted her body every way she could. She felt the buzzing-buzzing-buzzing of the vibrator until she thought she would go mad.
She tried to get it off her clitoris but Ed held it firmly to the knob. She felt flashes of pain, of fire, of agony, of ecstasy. She wanted it to stop-she wanted it to go on forever. It was like a buzz saw slicing through her. It was like a bee zooming around her. She had so many orgasms she lost count. She was screaming, gnashing, biting at thin air. She felt a savage desire to tear something apart, to rip it to shreds with her teeth.
She clenched her jaws together. Her breath was coming in gasping spurts. Her body was bucking like a crossbow. Her muscles were stretched like a high tension wire. She was alive-she was shaking-she was vibrating more than the vibrator. She was becoming a lust-filled animal. Her eyes were points of laser-beam light. Her teeth were bared, her lips drawn back, her breasts jutted forward, her cunt quivered like a fluttering bird.
Suddenly a giant tidal wave swept over her! She flung arms and legs, head and body all over the deck! She shattered into a million fragments! She was out of control! She couldn't stop herself! She felt like she was having a fit and should be foaming at the mouth. She couldn't breath, every nerve in her body seemed to be short circuited! Then it was all over. She lay exhausted on the hard deck, enjoying the feeling of smooth boards beneath her.
Ed picked her up in his arms. He was naked and his body seemed to be glowing, radiating heat and energy. He gently carried her over to a large deck sofa. It was covered with a soft padding and satin material was spread over that. He laid her down on it She could feel every particle of it. It seemed like it was a part of her body. Her nerve endings were still very sensitive and tingling from their experience.
He bent over her and began to kiss her breasts. He kissed all around them and then plucked her nipples up into his mouth. He felt their proud hardness, their declaration of independence, their unwillingness to be possessed. He felt them tremble and shake in his mouth as if they were trying to get away from his persistent tongue. He heard her soft, low moans of pleasure, and his cock danced to her tune.
His tongue was sweet agony to her. She wasn't sure she could stand the sensations that were playing with her. She wasn't sure her body was ready to handle so much all at once. It was like overloading a circuit; it had to eventually short out and stop working. Yet she couldn't stop him either. She was powerless to move. She lay there and moaned, she lay there and felt, she lay there and absorbed more and more energy.
She felt like she was rigid, held in frozen animation, but she knew that her body was moving, flowing with everything he was doing to her. She felt him push his cock between her lips, and she felt her mouth greedily suck on it. Her tongue rolled around and around the erect shaft. Her lips sucked and caressed the stiffened rod. Her hands played with his undulating balls.
He shoved his prick into her mouth. He felt her soft, pliant lips suck it deep into her throat. He felt her tongue harden and soften over it. He felt her play with the tip of his cock and slide up and down the length of it. He felt her fingers tickle his balls, scrape along the tube underneath his balls, squeeze them in their sac. He felt his insides begin to tighten up and prepare for the ripping flood of his semen.
He moved his cock faster and faster in and out of her mouth. He felt the suction of her opening pulling, sucking, dragging his creamy fluid into her. He felt the friction of her moving up and down, the stimulation of her tongue slapping across the tip, the pressure building inside him bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly he felt the rocket go off! He felt his liquid slam down her throat!
He quickly pulled out of her mouth, still spurting semen into the air, and slammed into her cunt. He felt the hot walls engulf him and pull him in deeper. Then he took the vibrator, turned it on, and held it right next to her hole. He started moving in and out of her. The vibrator would buzz against his cock as he moved it. His cock would then vibrate inside of her.
She nearly gagged on the sudden rush of semen, but it was sweet like honey, and she gobbled as much as she could get. Then she felt him pull away from her mouth. She felt the hot jets of liquid fall on her face, across her breasts, down her stomach. Then she felt him ram his tool into her pulsing hole. She let out a yell as it tore through her. She felt her pussy shudder. She felt it swallow his rod into its deepest regions. She felt the electricity shimmer through her like a vision of heat rising on the desert.
He slammed and shoved into her, vibrating his cock, vibrating her cunt. As he moved he tried to squeeze the instrument into her hole along with his cock. He pushed a little harder each time and finally got the hard, plastic dildo into her. He heard her screams and shouting, but wasn't worried that anyone would interrupt them. He didn't try to move the vibrator, he just moved his cock against it.
She felt the shivering build inside her. She felt his cock shudder faster and faster. Then she felt her hole being stretched wider and wider. She was dimly aware that he was trying to shove the vibrator into her cunt along with his cock. She couldn't believe that he was actually attempting such a feat. Little by little she felt it slip into her. By the time it was all the way in, she was a raving maniac.
Suddenly he was really moving in her, he rammed in and out of her harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. The vibrator was shaking them both to pieces. He could tell that she was fading in and out of consciousness. He slammed into her-rammed into her-fucked her like she was the last woman on earth. He was beside himself, she was the epitome of all his dreams. He impaled her with his spear. He lanced her with his shaft. He fucked her faster and faster.
The vibrator was driving him insane. He felt like he was on the verge-on the verge-on the very edge-on the very edge-but never quite over the brink. He couldn't seem to make it go over. It seemed like it was forever. He lost all time, he lost all identity, he lost all self. He was a giant phallus fucking a giant cunt. His head buzzed like his cock buzzed. His being was jarred into infinity.
She was reeling from the sensation. The world was spinning like a top that refused to stop. The boat disappeared and she was on a wave. She was on a mountain. She was on top of a volcano. She was the volcano. She spun out, she rushed in, she spun out, she rushed in. She couldn't keep track of it. It was worse than when she had been high. She was going mad. The pain was too much. The shaking was too much. The ecstasy was too much.
"NO! NO! NO! NO!" she screamed.
She heard herself but couldn't tell if she really said it or not. Nothing stopped, nothing happened. Maybe it was all in her head. She tried to open her mouth and found that it had been wired shut since she last used it. Days passed, years had flown by, she was still there. She was still being fucked. She was still fucking.
Suddenly he exploded. He was a new rocket missile breaking a speed record. He shot into the clouds and heard the crack of sound. He opened his eyes and saw her face, the face of a goddess, the face of a demon, the face of a soul-gobbler. He felt his insides being sucked out of him and slam into her. He felt her body suck him dry. He felt her slippery cunt squeeze and milk every last drop out of him.
She felt the force of his orgasm ramrod up her spine. Her whole being grimaced, shuddered and collapsed. She felt her own orgasm rocket back at him. She watched his face change color, change shape, change to another being entirely. She felt her pussy contract over and over again, pulling his cock with it, sucking his juice from it.
Then a fierceness rose up in her. It rose swiftly to her throat and almost choked her with its intensity. She grabbed the vibrator from her cunt. She threw him onto his stomach. She jammed the sopping wet plastic dildo up his ass. He groaned loudly and tried to roll away, but she sat on top of him. She rammed the instrument in and out of his tight puckered hole faster and faster. She wanted him to feel the buzz saw in his hole. She wanted him to experience the torturing sweet pain-pleasure through his body as she had.
She didn't attempt to be gentle or kind. She was beyond that. She slammed-rammed-crammed-jabbed-shoved-pushed-pulled-twisted-turned-impaled-plunge-into him-deeper-deeper-faster-harder-against the bone-grinding-the body was bucking-heaving-throwing-convulsing-she kept going-she laughed maniacally-again-again-again-she was seeing red-she was seeing white-she was blind-shudder-GONE!
Their screams echoed in each other's ears. Their bodies vibrated in each other's arms. Their minds were fused together. Finally they were able to sit up and look around them. They hadn't gathered an audience, which surprised them both. They were sure that somebody had to have heard the horrendous noise and come to investigate.
"Maybe we only imagined we screamed all that loud," Lisa murmured.
"Maybe they were too busy to care," he replied.
"Maybe we're the only ones on the boat-we were kind of busy and we wouldn't really have noticed if anyone got off," she suggested.
"That could be, but I don't think we were that noisy. Our senses were working on an awfully high level," he told her.
"That's true," she agreed. "I can't keep my eyes open. I hope you don't mind if I fall asleep. I don't usually do this, and I'm not sure why I'm doing it now, but I can't seem to stop it."
"I feel the same way, and I'm just like you, I don't usually do it," he replied. "Let's fall asleep together." They curled up against each other and were immediately asleep. Lisa didn't even remember closing her eyes.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Lisa slept most of the rest of the day and night. She vaguely remembered being carried off the boat, put into a smaller boat, carried off that, put into a car and carried up to her room. She remembered waking up a couple of times, but never going back to sleep. The things Ed had said wove themselves in and out of her dreams. She had cold sweats about some of them, but then she couldn't tell what he really said and what she made up in the dream.
The next morning she felt she ought to call Dale and tell him about her talk to Lilly. It had been several days since she'd seen him and she missed him. She wanted to see how he would react to what she had to say. She felt there was something else she wanted to tell him, but she couldn't remember what it was. She had an uneasy feeling about it, like maybe she was supposed to forget, but she didn't like it. She always hated to forget things anyway.
She knew it had to do with what had happened yesterday, but she wasn't sure how much of yesterday was real and how much was imagined. She lay in her bed pondering the thought, and finally gave up trying to think of it. She decided it would probably be best just to tell him one thing at a time; that way he wouldn't get too freaked out.
She got dressed and went downstairs. The smell of bacon and maple syrup assailed her nose. She ran to the kitchen and found Lilly busily cooking breakfast.
"Boy, I didn't expect to see you until this time tomorrow," Lilly announced and laughed.
"Was I really all that out? I can't seem to remember too much," Lisa replied. "Also, my head is swimming, although the smell of your cooking seems to be helping that."
"Oh, you were knocked out all right-colder than a doorknob!" Lilly exclaimed. "I thought we'd never get you to your room. You kept flopping around, and you're not all that big! You may be feeling the effects of not eating for almost forty-eight hours."
"That's probably it," Lisa agreed. "Did you hear us yesterday?"
"No, why? Should I have?"
"Well, we can't be too sure. We thought we were very loud, like unusually so. And we thought we attracted a lot of attention, but nobody appeared so we couldn't tell if it was only in our heads. Then we got too sleepy to find somebody to ask, and we went to sleep instead."
"Well, I was pretty busy, so I can't really say. Maybe I'm not the best person to ask," Lilly told her.
"It really doesn't matter," Lisa said, brushing the subject aside. "I'm going to call Dale today. I want to talk to him about our rap the other day. I think he ought to know where I stand about that. Also I have in mind to talk to him about his getting it together like you and I said."
"Great!" Lilly declared. "I think that's an excellent idea, especially since the summer is gathering to a close. I think you ought to have yourselves pretty well established as to where you want to go by the time you leave."
"There's no doubt about that," Lisa told her. "I just want to see if I can show him a few things before the memory of them fades."
Lisa ate the food Lilly put in front of her and thought about the best way to approach the subject with Dale. She couldn't get any brilliant flashes, so decided to play it by ear. She would have to see what kind of mood he was in, and then tell him as much as he would go for.
As soon as she finished breakfast, she went to the telephone.
"Dale, please," she told the voice at the other end of the line.
"Hi, Lisa, this is Judy," Judy told her.
"Oh, hi. Is your brother there?"
"Yeah. Hey, I heard that you are having the big romance of the season. How about it?" Judy asked.
"I suppose so. It seems to be 'the subject most likely to succeed' as of late," Lisa replied.
"I like that attitude. Don't sound too excited," Judy said.
"Oh, come on, Judy. Everybody and his two-headed brother has been after Dale's ass. So he chose me-so now everybody wants to know what secret formula I used. How the hell should I know? Sure, I'm glad we're together, but maybe we are because I don't make a big fuss over things," Lisa declared. "But you can do me a favor-"
"What's that?" Judy asked.
"Tell all the nosy busybodies that I didn't blackmail him, and that's more than I can say for them or their nefarious methods of getting people. O.K.?" Lisa said.
"Right on lady! I'll be more than happy to deliver that message!" Judy cried out. "I believe you called to talk to Dale-want I should go and get him?"
"Yup," Lisa replied.
"By the way, I want you to know I was pulling for you before, and I'm still pulling for you. I don't go for all this other shit, but I thought you ought to know what's going on around the island," Judy informed her.
"Thanks, Judy, I appreciate it. I've heard enough to clue me in and I'm watching my step," Lisa said.
"O.K. I'll go get Dale."
Lisa waited a few minutes and heard Dale's footsteps running to the phone.
"I didn't mean for you to run your ass off to get here-it ain't all that big an emergency," Lisa said.
"My loved one, you've disappeared for three days and I'm not supposed to run to the phone when you call? Not a chance! I don't know when you're going to vanish again," Dale told her.
"Bull! You could've called Lilly any time and she would've told you what was going on," Lisa replied.
"For your information, young lady, I did just that and nobody answered the phone all three days. Now what do you say?" he informed her.
"Uhhh-you got me there," Lisa said. "Anyway, I didn't call you to talk about whether or not I vanished. I called you to say that I would like to see you today, if that's possible."
"I believe I can arrange it, my lady. Hold on a minute and I'll go and check the schedule," Dale said.
Dale was back on the phone almost before Lisa knew he was gone.
"That was quick," she said.
"Yup, they were right there-didn't have to go searching. Answer to question-yes," he said. "I'm free and available for consultation-all day and night for that matter."
"Do you ever get the feeling that there are some people on our side?" Lisa asked. "I'm mean, all of a sudden we've got all this free time whenever we want it."
"I believe there's a plot somewhere, but I ain't going to probe it too deeply, for fear it might go away," Dale replied.
"I'm with you," Lisa agreed. "By the way, how'd you know I wanted to talk to you?"
"I figured you'd want to tell me what you did these last few days," Dale replied logically.
"That's reasonable, I suppose," Lisa said. "O.K., let's meet about two hours from now."
"Why that long?" he asked.
"I thought you might have some things you had to do around there," Lisa replied.
"Nope-so how about right now, at your place," he said.
"O.K." Lisa agreed. "See you."
It took Dale around five minutes to get to the door from the time he hung up the phone. When Lisa answered the bell, it was obvious he had run all the way. She laughed as she watched him try to catch his breath, and then she hugged him very close to her. For an instant she felt years older than him, and she felt she had to protect him, then it was gone.
It didn't take very long for Lisa to tell Dale everything she had found out. He sat very quietly through the whole rap. Then she came to the part about what she had learned about herself, and the life style that she had chosen for herself. She explained it carefully to Dale, but he wasn't as calm through this part as he'd been through the other. A scowl formed on his face and got deeper and deeper as she continued.
Finally he said, "Listen, I don't like the idea of you trying to buck the system. You don't know what you're letting yourself in for."
"Dale, it's you who are wrong," Lisa replied. "Why should we live in constant fear of being harmed by these people? That doesn't make sense. What you're saying is if I could continue to ball them without get ting to know their weaknesses, then it would be fine. But if I try to find out what makes them tick, then you don't like it."
"If they ever thought you were probing them for future reference-not to get something, but to use against them in protection of yourself-they'd wreck you!" Dale cried out. "You don't know them-I do! They're dangerous. They play a wicked game and they play it for keeps! Baby, I want you around in one piece."
"Dale, I don't understand you," Lisa said and shook her head. "How do you really expect me not to probe into them. It's like second nature with me."
"No! I want you to quit. I didn't know that about you," he said emphatically. "I mean it, I don't want you to continue with this. I love you too much to lose you. I need you too much to let you do this."
"You're crazy, Dale. Besides, I can't really quit now anyway. Lilly needs me too, and she's paying me for the summer. She won't let anybody hurt me," Lisa assured him. "Anyway, how are they going to tell the difference from before to now? How're they going to know that I know what's going on here? I won't be acting any different than I've been acting."
"Damn it, I don't like it! They've ways of finding out-I know!" he declared. "But I don't suppose I'll be able to stop you. I feel very frightened right now, and probably will until we're away from this cursed place!"
"I don't understand, but maybe you'll explain it all to me one of these days," Lisa said and pulled him close to her. "Let's make love and forget the whole thing for now."
Dale wasn't responding too enthusiastically. It was obvious that he was very upset by what she said, but she got the feeling that it didn't just have to do with her. It had to do with something that had happened in his past.
"Dale, you can't go on forever living in fear of these people," she finally said. "You've got to put your foot down and say there's nothing you can do to harm me, because I can come through anything you do to me. I can come through it alive and together."
"Maybe," Dale mumbled. "Maybe."
Then he buried his head in her lap and held onto her very tightly. It almost felt like he was afraid that something would physically happen to her. Something or someone would take her away from him. She let him hold her while she rocked him back and forth, caressing his head tenderly. She felt so warm toward him, so affectionate. She began to feel herself getting turned on. She could feel the juices in her pussy begin to get stirred up and start to flow.
Her panties were clinging to her cunt. Her body had hot flashes running through it. Her nipples were getting hard. She wanted him, she wanted him to take her. She wanted to take his head and press it to her cunt and tell him to suck her. She wasn't sure what kind of reaction she would get; she was afraid that it would be very wrong timing, so she waited for him to feel the energy and want her back.
She was surprised it didn't take as long as she thought it would. She felt his head imperceptibly start to nuzzle harder into her lap. Then she felt him inch her skirt up with his teeth. Finally she felt him press his tongue against her burning clitoris. He didn't even bother to take her panties off. He rubbed his tongue back and forth across the thin, silky material, inflaming her clitoris more and more.
Between her juices and his licking on her, her panties were soaked completely. She began to moan and try to lift her hips up. She wanted to press them harder into his face. She wanted to feel his teeth scraping on the material. She pushed and pushed until she got what she was after. His teeth were bared and scraped against the panties. She felt her clit jump and dance around inside their cage. She felt her body slowly bum to a crisp as he sucked on her. She had to get her clothes off.
Dale was pulling out of his depression. Lisa was such a fantastic woman that he couldn't resist her. Maybe she would be able to fight the other people. She would have to be fighting for both of them, though, because he knew he couldn't. He'd tried and failed miserably.
That was the last thought he gave the subject for quite a while. He felt his cock begin to bulge and throb in his pants, and he concentrated all his efforts on the wonderful woman at hand. Her wet panties brushed against his cheeks. Her clitoris burned into his tongue. Her sweet odor drove him wild. His cock pulsed and throbbed painfully inside the constricting cloth. He had to get out of his clothes.
They came to their decision at the same time. They pushed each other away and grinned. They tore off their clothes, not caring if anybody was around or watching. They threw them to one side and lay down on the mg. It was big and soft. It was very sensuous against their skins. They stretched themselves out and wriggled on the mg, giggling and laughing with each other. They rolled apart from each other and rushed back, stopping just as they could touch fingertips.
It was like they were gathering static electricity and discharging it with each other. They could feel tiny tingles rush through them as they touched. They could feel desire and passion for each other building to an incredible point. It was coming to a peak where they wouldn't be able to stop each other if they had to. They felt it build and build, step by step, until suddenly they were in each other's arms.
They clawed and chewed at each other's bodies. They sank their teeth into each other's soft flesh. They sucked on each other. They didn't care where they hit, just as long as it was part of a body. They were frantic with each other, rolling and writhing around on the floor. They ground their flesh against each other, feeling the heat surge through them. They tangled their arms and legs around each other. They were like two wild animals tearing and ripping at each other.
Abruptly, Dale felt his cock slip into Lisa's cunt. It was burning hot and soaking wet. He felt himself soar to the peak of orgasm. He felt his body bucking and ramming against her. He felt an energy take over that wouldn't stop. He felt rushes of blinding ecstasy. He felt his insides bursting into fragments. He felt his mouth open up in slow motion and a scream come out. It sounded like it was recorded at a high speed and down to the lowest speed possible to play back. It sounded like it came from the depths of the deepest cavern in the world.
Lisa shuddered violently as she felt Dale's cock into her pussy. It was so sudden and so hard that it shook her completely. She felt a surge of lust race through her that made her sink her claws into his back. She felt her whole being invaded by his tool. She felt him drilling and driving into her. She felt her cunt squeeze and grasp his cock. She felt her head roll around and her hair fly in every direction.
Suddenly he picked her up. He wasn't quite sure how he managed to get up off the floor himself, let alone with her still attached to him, but he was standing on his feet. She had her legs tightly wrapped around his waist. He had his hands firmly under her ass. They began to bounce feverishly up and down on each other. They impaled themselves against each other. They pummeled themselves against each other.
Then Lisa dropped her arms from around Dale's neck. She went flying backwards and was swinging by her legs. Her arms were hanging down, her head was hanging down, her hair was brushing the floor. She felt Dale's prick pressing into her stomach. She felt like it was driving its way up her entire body. He held onto her waist and continued to fuck her.
Her whole body wiggled and shook as he slammed into her. He felt like her cunt had become a vise. She flopped up and down, up and down, moaned and groaned, screamed and yelled. He slammed into her again and again, ramming against her pelvic bone, jamming into her womb, grinding all around her cunt, beating his rod into her hole. He moved her faster and faster, he shoved into her harder and harder. He felt his semen coming-coming-coming.
They felt the bursting liquid sweep into her. They felt the hot sting of it as it hit the back of her cunt. They felt the sticky viscous ness of it as it oozed around his dick. They felt her pussy cling tightly to his shaft and convulsed against it Just then, Dale got a wonderful idea. He held Lisa by her waist and slid his cock from her cunt. Then he plunged it into her asshole. He kept her in exactly the same position. It was an incredible feeling. She fell slightly lower and then stopped. Her ass was so tight that he could barely move in it. His cock wildly throbbed inside of her burning anus.
He very slowly started to swing her around. As he picked up speed, her body began to lift from the floor and swirl out. She looked like a full skirt that rippled when it was twirled. Her hair was flying straight out behind her. Her body was dripping and rising around and around. Her ass was squeezing and vibrating against his cock.
They were whirling dervishes. They were Siamese twins being whirling dervishes. They went around and around, the room went around and around, the room spun out and they couldn't see anymore. The lights were flashing blips zipping past their heads. They felt an excitement build, they felt a feeling of bliss shroud them, they felt a spiritual cloud surround them and cover them in golden mist.
They went faster and faster, they were carried by sheer momentum. Dale couldn't move inside Lisa, Lisa couldn't move against Dale, but they felt the orgasm coming. They felt it inevitably rising, they knew there was nothing they could do to stop it or further it along. It was going to come and be when it was ready. They felt holy, they felt primitive, they felt civilized, they felt savage, they felt!
Suddenly they more than just felt, they were! They were the entire universe. They were the entire solar system. They watched the creation and destruction of it. They felt their juices and semen form the agents that held everything together. They felt their succulent bodies become the rebirth of man and woman.
They finally slowed down and collapsed on the floor. They weren't dizzy from all the spinning, because they had gone far beyond that stage. Dale suddenly felt like Lisa could really make it. Lisa felt a pureness, a newness well up inside of her. She knew that they were going to make it. She knew they were going to survive anything that came into their path.
They looked at each other and squeezed each other tightly. They felt strong with their love. They felt invincible with their love. They knew that everything was all right.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Another two weeks passed, and this was the last day. Lisa was going home tomorrow. She and Dale had decided to get an apartment right away. They found they were going to the same college, and thought it would be much more convenient if they had a place of their own. Dale said his parents would pay for it, so they wouldn't have to worry about money. Lisa wasn't going to object.
She had one more party to be held that night, and she felt like crowing. She had made it, just like she promised Dale she would. No one had been able to tell what she was doing. Nobody knew she was onto the secret of the island. She felt marvelous! She and Lilly exchanged addresses and made promises to keep in touch. Lilly lived right outside the city, and Lisa had every intention of visiting her a lot.
She wrote her mother all about herself and Dale, but left out anything she had discovered about the island. She didn't know whether people read the mail or not, but she wasn't going to risk it. She wanted her mother to be prepared for the fact that she wasn't going to be living with the family anymore. She knew her mother would be happy, although she might be a little upset about her living with a man without being married to him.
The party that night was to be a large masquerade ball. Everyone was going to be dressed up and have masks on. Lisa was excited about it. She was excited because it was to be the last time, and because she loved to dress in disguise. She put a lot of thought and time into her costume. Finally she made her decision. She told no one, not even Lilly, what she was going to be. Then she decided to take a nap. She lay down on her bed and went to sleep....
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Lilly was more than anxious to see what Lisa had chosen. She and Jeff were sure it was a mind-blower. They waited at the bottom of the stairs for Lisa to come down, practically holding their breath. Suddenly Lisa appeared at the top of the stairs. They had been watching intently, and yet they still missed seeing her arrive. They also couldn't tell a thing about her costume because she was covered from head to toe by an opaque veil.
She seemed to float down the stairs and out the door. They stood aside dumbfounded. They followed her to the car and got in. She had gone to the back seat, and when they looked she seemed to have disappeared again. They went along with what she was doing and didn't try to talk to her, although they both were having fits to find out what she was doing.
They arrived at the party in total silence. They had traveled in total silence. They walked in ahead of her and waited. They knew they were the last to arrive. They were sure Lisa had timed it that way. She came in behind them and stood very still. Everyone turned around to look at her. A hush came over the room, then she lifted the veil. A gasp echoed through the air.
She was Khali, goddess of destruction, goddess of creation, goddess of sex.
Her face was silver and very ornate. Her hair was entwined with many jewels and golden objects. Her other three faces were done in similar manner, with very slight variations. Her body was a golden red from head to toe. She wore nothing on her breasts, and she only had a thin piece of material around her pussy. The material looked like it was spun out of pure gold. She had no shoes, and the rest of her body was sprinkled with jewels like those in her hair. She had three pairs of extra arms that moved and looked as if they really belonged to her.
Lisa slowly walked down the short flight of steps into the large ballroom. A path opened wide for her. She went to the very middle of the room and stood still. Everyone waited to see what she was going to do. No one spoke. She began to turn very slowly around and around, each head looking at a different spot in the room. It really seemed like each head could see and was burning holes into the circle of people.
Then Lisa started to dance. It was like she was hearing music from another world, another time, another dimension. Everyone watched as if hypnotized. She moved every part of her, her arms, her legs, her heads, her muscles, her body. She twisted and turned, rolled and undulated. She was so beautiful that she was hard to look at. She was so powerful that they were almost afraid of her.
The crowd of people felt themselves being carried into a trip they weren't sure they wanted to go on, but they didn't have any choice. She held them completely spellbound. She wove her magic around them and refused to let them go. She seemed to smile, lick her lips, and beckon them to come to her. It was if she was seducing all of them at once. She glittered and glistened. She glowed and radiated. She wafted a strong perfume through the air that made them sink deeper into their trance state.
She whispered words they couldn't quite hear. She brought music into the room that went through them rather than their really hearing it. She moved faster and faster. They couldn't see her feet on the floor anymore. Then they couldn't see her anymore. The music was piercing into them, slicing through their bodies. It was making them fall one by one onto the floor and writhe around. It was making them clutch and grovel at anything they could reach. They couldn't control their bodies, their movements, their minds. They were completely at the mercy of the goddess Khali.
"I have come to tell you that I created you and I can destroy you. I have come to tell you that I am the goddess of all, of everything, and I destroy that which no longer pleases me. I have come to tell you that I am the goddess of sex, the ultimate destroyer, the ultimate creator. You will do as I wish."
Then suddenly the music stopped and they could move again. They slowly stood up and shook their heads. They looked around for Khali, but she was nowhere in sight. They all started talking at once, asking each other if it had really happened or did they dream it. They wondered if they had all had a mass hallucination. They were a little frightened at first, but since they hadn't been alone in what they saw and heard, and since it looked like it wasn't going to happen again, they began to regain their confidence.
Lilly and Jeff looked at each other. They knew it had been Lisa in the costume, but they couldn't figure out how she managed what she had done. They alone had not been affected by the dance or music. They heard the music, they heard the speech, but it didn't make them fall on the floor. They watched everyone else go through the changes and they weren't affected at all. They were very puzzled.
Lisa waited quietly in the comer for her partner. She knew she wasn't visible to anyone in the room, but she also knew she would be seen by the person she was supposed to meet that night. She wasn't even sure where all of it was coming from. It was like she was being given a special talent for the night. She hadn't really done the costume, she had had it done by someone else using her as the vehicle. At least that was the way she felt.
She didn't think she had enough talent for such a creation, but she was enjoying the whole thing immensely. Finally she saw a tall, unearthly creature walk toward her. She knew this was to be her partner. He was radiating a very intense energy, so intense that Lisa couldn't quite make out his costume. Suddenly she was moving toward him, like a magnet moved by iron filings.
They met and embraced. It was an embrace of ages, of centuries, of many lifetimes of karma. They moved swiftly to the center of the room. Again everyone made a path for them, only this time it was done much more quickly. The crowd knew what she could do; they had already experienced her power. The man with her they knew nothing about, but they could feel he was able to accomplish the same things as she. The crowd tried to huddle as close to each other as possible.
Khali and the man stood very still in the middle of the room. They swayed back and forth in each other's arms. Very slowly their bodies entwined around each other. Very slowly they began to dance. They bent and swayed, moved and turned, twisted and rolled with each other. They were completely wrapped around each other like a snake around a tree. Then they moved across the floor, entangled in each other.
The crowd watched and moved away as the couple came close. They felt themselves losing control of their bodies again, and they tried to fight it. It was not a crowd of people that were used to being led. They were used to leading. They heard the music grow louder and they were frightened that the same thing was going to happen again. They didn't like pain, they didn't want to feel pain, and they knew they would have no choice if it happened.
The couple danced around and around, each step made them glow more, each step made them radiate more heat, each step made them more powerful. Then they slowly began to remove their coverings. Khali wrapped all her arms around the beautiful creature and began to caress his magnificent body. Her fingertips left glowing trails up and down him. Her jewels shimmered and caught the light, making star bursts around her.
She stood back from her partner. She began to caress herself, now leaving glowing trails over her body. She danced in smaller and smaller circles, and as she danced she spread her pussy lips. She spread them very wide apart so that her cunt was completely visible for everyone to see. She made her hole open and close like she was sucking something into her cunt. She made her juices spurt out her hole like semen spurts from a man's cock. Her juices gushed and splattered to the floor. It lay in golden little droplets all over the floor.
The crowd had an immense desire to rush forward and lick the drops up. They scrambled and pushed to be one of the lucky ones to get a taste of the goddess Khali's love fluid. New ones tore at the ones already kneeling, busily lapping the liquid off the floor, and knelt to get their share. Each one that got a taste felt as if he or she had been filled with an aphrodisiac so intense that it drove them crazy. They were turning to one another and ripping off each other's clothes. They were attacking each other and ramming their cocks into pussies or their cunts onto cocks.
They madly, feverishly fucked each other, then just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. The crowd fell back and continued to watch the golden woman-figure dance with the unearthly man-figure. Their bodies were exhausted, but their eyes had to watch, their minds had to feel, and their ears had to hear.
She was still holding her cunt lips wide apart. She was still making her hole gasp and clutch at an invisible object. She danced closer and closer to the man, then stopped. Some of her arms beckoned him to her.
His cock rose and grew and grew. It became absolutely enormous. It danced and waved in the air as if it had a mind of its own. The tip glowed a bright red color, like a burning ember. It looked like it was searching for a place to cool its feverish head. He danced around Khali, looking at her, watching her, observing her every movement.
He teased her, he tempted her, he stroked her body with the end of his bobbing prick. She squirmed and hissed at him whenever he touched her. He leered and his eyes gleamed more and more with each passing moment. He wanted her to beg him, he wanted her down on her knees to him. It had been a battle of wits for centuries, and no one had ever really won.
Suddenly she leaped into the air and shook all her arms and heads. She had fury over all her faces, she had fury all through her body. She flung herself at him, her claws bared, her teeth gnashing, her eyes flashing. She was going to tear him apart. She was going to win once and for all. She landed on top of him and began to violently bite his breasts and body. She scraped her nails up and down his cock, but no blood was shed from her actions.
The crowd was horrified and at the same time fascinated. They drew even further back from the clashing, clawing couple writhing at their feet. They saw spurts of fire leap from the beings' mouths. They saw snakes winding themselves around each other. They didn't want to be touched by the couple. They didn't want to be near the couple. Yet as they drew away, they would lean farther and farther forward, until they ended up flat on the floor.
Then little spouts of juice, semen, and spit started to land among the crowd. They screamed with agony as they felt the drops hit their flesh. It burned deeply into them. It sent them into spasms of orgiastic pleasure. They pawed themselves, they pawed their neighbors, they drooled and giggled among themselves. Every time their skin was touched they would have another orgasm.
Abruptly, Khali stood up and screamed! The crowd stopped playing with itself. They looked like children caught doing something they know is forbidden. They shook and quaked as if they expected punishment, as if they expected a spanking. Some of the women began to softly whimper, and some of the men began to moan in a low tone. She stood towering above them. She seemed to have grown to the size of a giant.
"I have not given you permission to enjoy yourselves!" she thundered. "You are to watch, observe, the contest is above you! You will want to know who wins!"
Their voices all began to babble at once. "But we couldn't help it."
"It was the liquid."
"Yes, the liquid that fell on us made us do it."
"We're not responsible."
"We can't help ourselves."
"Silence, you fools! You will do as I say! Watch-do not interfere again! Stay clear from the liquid!"
The crowd shrank back against the walls. Khali-Lisa stood and stared at them, her wrath swirling around her head. When she was sure they were concentrating, she turned her attention to the man. He was casually standing to one side. He was sure he'd finally win the battle. Khali was upset, and he didn't think she would be upset if she were winning.
Khali didn't feel that she was losing. She wanted these people to watch for a reason. They had to know, they had to feel her threat, they had to know confusion and bending to another's will without reason. They had to be put in their place. Only then would they learn the true meaning. Khali-Lisa looked at the man and smiled.
"Come to me now, my loved one," she said seductively.
He suddenly realized he had lost. He realized he couldn't resist her. He realized he had no choice but to go to her. He slowly walked to her, his cock waving and nodding in the air, his cock paying homage to the goddess Khali, the supreme. He stopped when he was directly in front of her.
"Centuries have passed. Eons have gone. You have won," he said.
He bowed to her and entered her arms. She engulfed him, she pressed her body against his. She took his enormous prick and shoved it into her dripping cunt. Then she slowly started to grind and rock her body against his. She clutched his rod inside her cunt and bent back at a ninety degree angle. Her legs were against his, her cunt was shoved flat against his pelvis, her upper torso was away from him, swaying in the air.
Her pussy was so tight that it held him like a vise. Her hole was an oven burning her passions into him, declaring her victory over him. Once she had her cunt on him he gave in to her freely. She was soft, succulent, and desirable. Her golden-red body drove him harder and faster. Her silver face smiled and urged him further, urged him on to the peak. Her juices flowed down his leg and drove him wild. He held her by her waist and began to slam into her.
His enormous prick jammed into her pliant cunt. He shoved it against her bone. He rammed it deeper and deeper. He pounded at her sacred grotto, her womb, to let him in. Suddenly its gates opened and his shaft rushed in. The joy that seized him was delirious. The ecstasy that possessed him was beyond knowledge. He had stormed the gates of heaven and had been welcomed in.
She went wild! She slammed her body against his. She bucked and arched her body. She clutched his rod and milked it. She felt the fires of lust bring her to life. She threw her legs around his waist and pumped up and down on his hard tool. She impaled herself over and over on his cock. She twisted and turned-she flung herself around-she forced him to dance with her on him-she forced him to leap and jump in the air like a savage.
Again and again-harder and harder-faster and faster-deeper and deeper-twisting-turning-shoving-slamming-ramming-juices spraying-semen shooting-the dance of lust-the dance of wantonness-the dance of passion-the dance of knowledge of the forbidden fruit-the dance of orgasm! "NOW!"
"NOW!"
"NOW!" His semen gushed into her, sending her into spasms, convulsions, contortions of ecstasy! Her cunt squeezed and clamped down on his cock sending him writhing, wringing, squirming through orgasm!
Khali-Lisa slowly got off the man. She turned to the wide-eyed crowd and pointed her finger at them. They saw sparks of electricity fly from the ends of her fingers. They felt the lightning bolts sear through their bodies. They felt themselves released of all humanity-all civilized customs-all identity with modem man-they were primitive animals with savage desires.
"You may have each other!" she stated.
"Take!" she commanded.
They looked at one another and fell onto each other. They shoved their cocks into cunts, into asses, into mouths. They fucked and screwed each other. They slammed and jabbed into any hole they could find. Some women had two men fucking them at once, and they were giving as hard as they were getting. The pure animal passion that filled the room was unreal. There were cries of joy, cries of lust, screams of orgasm, high-pitched wails of ecstasy.
It filled the room and bounced off the walls. It swirled and hurled itself through the mass of contorting bodies on the floor. It drove them wilder and wilder. It made them crazy. They tore at each other's bodies. They ripped at each other's flesh. They slammed into each other. They spurted their semen into the air, and let it fall onto bodies all around them. They wallowed in the juice and come that was all over the floor. Their faces became covered in it, their bodies became covered in it, their hair became thick and wet from it.
Lilly and Jeff caressed each other tenderly. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and knew that the goddess Khali favored them, for they still remained untouched by the madness that possessed the others. Jeff slowly rubbed Lilly's clitoris, building her higher and higher toward orgasm. He felt her body ripple and shiver under his careful touch. He felt the knob grow harder and harder as he rubbed his finger along the ridge.
Lilly moaned and nibbled on Jeff's ear. She licked his face with the tip of her tongue, and then slipped her tongue into his eager mouth. She played with his tongue, she teased it, she sucked on it. She moved her hips faster and faster against his finger. She felt herself build and build. She felt her cunt gasp and suck in air for want of an object. She felt her juice ooze from her hole and down her thigh.
"Please, sweet love, please, now," she begged him.
Jeff took his cock and slipped it into Lilly's burning hole. He felt the warm walls wrap themselves around his rod. He felt her cunt suck and milk his tool. He felt his guts churn and roll inside him. He felt his cock pulse and throb as he shoved it in and out of her hole. They had watched Lisa dance and it had them so turned on that it didn't take long for them to come. Suddenly Jeff shot into Lilly.
Lilly felt the wonderful burst of his liquid inside of her. She felt the spasms of orgasm wrack her body. She felt the waves of bliss wash over her. She felt the warmth of Jeff's body against her.
Lisa stood and watched the lust-crazed crowd tear each other apart. She looked around the room and saw Lilly and Jeff making love. She knew she was responsible for all of it. She knew that she had spared Lilly and Jeff because they didn't need to know what the others had to learn. They didn't need to know what it meant to be controlled, to have no choice, to be driven by something beyond them. They weren't manipulators. Lisa-Khali was pleased. She had accomplished what she wished to do.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Lisa woke up. She was bathed in sweat and come. She shook her head and then realized that she had been dreaming. The party hadn't happened yet, it wasn't the next day. She looked at the clock and leaped out of bed. She didn't have much time left to get ready. She smiled as she thought about her dream. She wished that she really could do some kind of trip like that on the people, but it was impossible.
Boy, that's what they need though! she thought. It would be really super to go in and just blow their minds, make them do whatever I wanted them to do, make them ball their silly heads off.
I wonder who the man was. He was something else. I'm not even sure that I had him as a human being, I think I was balling an alien. That's a flip! I didn't know I was hung-up on alien creatures. Man, a psych would have a blast with that one!
Lisa giggled to herself and rushed around to get dressed. She had the last finishing touches on just as it was time to go. She looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly realized that she looked like her dream! A shiver ran through her. She wasn't sure if it was a shiver of anticipation or of fear. She looked very closely at the costume: from up close it didn't look like the arms were a part of her, but from a distance it sure did. Even the heads turned out better than she thought they would. They were nothing super great, but again from a distance they were very real looking.
I wonder-she mused. She picked up the piece of opaque material lying on the bed that she had been experimenting with. She draped it over her head and saw that it covered her. It gave her an unreal look. She smiled and tinned to go.
That last party had been spectacular. It hadn't gone down exactly like it had in the dream, but she had managed to really surprise the people. She had been the most stunning woman there, and she was in constant demand by everyone, male or female. She still had to smile every time she thought about it. She had told Dale the next day, and she thought she was going to have to carry him to the bus. He was rolling on the ground in hysterics at her descriptions of the looks on the people's faces. They still talked about it and got a good chuckle from it.
They had come to New York and found an apartment very close to campus. They moved in two days later. His parents bought them everything they wanted, and her parents gave them lots of warmth and love. They also bestowed a lot of parental advice on them, which they got off on because it meant they cared. They were very happy in their home, and they had dinner once a week with Lisa's folks. They went to visit the Ralstons once every other week. Life was looking good for them.
Dale had witnessed many scenes where Lisa stood up to people. Each one convinced him that she was right, they should never have to live in fear of anyone. He finally told her the reason why he had been so frightened. The other girl had been killed by the group of people on the island when she tried to fight them. He had been fighting alongside her, but when that happened something died inside of him and he could no longer fight.
It wasn't an easy thing for Dale to say. Lisa sat for many hours holding him and rocking him. He got it all out of his system. Judy came to visit them shortly after and Lisa told her what Dale had said. Judy had never known the story. She was horrified, but vowed to join in the fight to stop the group.
They had a little bit of trouble with Dale's parents, who didn't like where Lisa was from. At first, Dale wouldn't stand up to them. He had gotten the apartment and the furnishings by telling them it was for him. They hadn't met Lisa yet. When they did, they threatened to stop the money. Lisa told them to go ahead, they would manage. They worked for a month before Dale told them they were going to have to accept Lisa whether they liked it or not, because she was there to stay.
He told them they could keep their money, but they were going to recognize the fact that he was living with her and was going to remain living with her. His parents began to send them money again. Eventually they even got to like Lisa and realized that background didn't always make a person.
Lately, Lisa didn't see too much of Dale. He was always busy puttering around his study. She knew he wasn't studying because it was Christmas vacation and he'd already finished what he had to do over the holidays. She couldn't imagine what he was doing. Finally, he emerged late one night with a triumphal smile on his face.
"I've done it!" he announced.
"You've done what?" she demanded. "Whatever it is, I'd sure like to know! It's been bloody lonely out here the last couple of days!"
"I know and I'm sorry, but I couldn't tell you-not until I was sure it would work," he explained to her.
"Well, tell me what it is," she cried excitedly.
"I've made the first remote control dildo!" he declared.
"You've made the first WHAT?" she yelled.
"Remote controlled dildo. Here, look," he replied and showed her. "See, it's small enough to fit very comfortably up your cunt, and then this belt has the battery: pack attached to it. You can use the case as a cigarette case so nobody can tell what it is. Then when you don't want to be zapped, you just unhook the case and that cuts the current. It'll work anywhere in school. The range is fantastic!"
"It's called how to brighten up a dull day," he said happily, "Isn't it great?"
"Super!" she replied enthusiastically. "Here, let me try it!"
She slipped the tiny little dildo into her cunt. She sat down and realized she couldn't even feel it in her. She put on the belt and hooked the case to it. Dale pressed a button and she felt a tiny flash go through her. Then he pressed it a little longer and she felt a shiver run through her. It was fantastic. It felt even better than a regular dildo or vibrator.
"Oh, Dale, it's beautiful!" she cried and threw her arms around him. "I love it!"
"That's your Christmas present. That's why I didn't really get you anything special. I was working on this," he said and grinned happily at her. "I figured you'd like this a lot more than something fancy and expensive."
"Man! You were so right!" she declared. "Are you sure it'll work at long distances?"
"I'll show you," he said. "You stay here and I'll go outside."
Dale ran out the door and onto the snowy street. He pressed the button and then stopped. Then he pressed the button for a good length of time. Finally he bore down on it and didn't let up. He walked back up the stairs, still pressing the button, and into the apartment. He found Lisa rolling around on the floor, a look of pure happiness all over her face.
"It works-it works," she gasped breathlessly.
"I see," he mused. "Maybe I'll just press a little longer."
He continued to press the button and watch Lisa rock and writhe on the floor. Her moans grew louder and louder. Her body rippled and spasmed. She gasped and groaned, she flopped around, and finally she let out a scream.
Dale's cock was bulging in his pants. He had gotten very turned on from watching her. He hastily unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. Lisa, seeing what he was doing, pulled the dildo from her sopping cunt and spread her legs. Dale kneeled down and lifted her hips. He wanted a taste of her before he fucked her. He covered her pulsing mound with his mouth and began to suck on her.
She squirmed in his hands. His tongue was pressed against her throbbing clitoris and moving it back and forth. He sucked and rolled the tiny knob of flesh around his mouth. He pressed the loose skin down to the base and made the smooth tip pop out. He gently stroked the tip with his tongue. Then he began to slap it with his tongue, hitting back and forth over the bulging end of her clit.
She moaned, she wriggled, she cried out as he sucked and sucked on her. She tried to reach down with her hand to shove a finger in her cunt, but his face was blocking her way and she couldn't reach it. She was going wild. She felt bolts of electricity rush through her. She felt her cunt become hotter and hotter. She felt the heat surge through her and drive her to a feverish pitch.
All of a sudden she felt her stomach do a flip-flop. She felt it wrench inside her. She felt the orgasm charge through her without a care. She felt the tingling, panting sensation she always got with Dale. She felt her clitoris jump and twitch in his mouth.
Then he lowered her hips and took his stiff rod and shoved it into her waiting hole. It ripped through her and made her scream. She was so set, so hot, so ready. She bounced up and down on the floor, thrusting her hips to meet every one of his jabs. She rocked up and down on her spine. She threw her legs around his waist and lifted herself to meet his pounding motion.
He felt her wildness; it seeped into him and drove him faster and faster. He felt the energy surge through them. He felt the electricity that always seemed to be there when they balled. He loved the feeling of her cunt, so warm, so pliant, so ready. He slammed into her, meeting her thrusts. He rammed into her, matching her frenzy with his own.
She flung her legs down and out straight He felt the sudden clamping down of her pussy. He felt the abrupt tightness. It felt like it was going to break his cock off at the base, but it also felt great. She was like a well-fitting suede glove. He slipped and slid in and out of her. He felt her breathing become more and more erratic. He felt her body begin to madly vibrate.
He could feel the semen crawling up his tube and hovering at the tip. He could feel the pressure build and build until it finally exploded in her. His creamy semen shot through her. He burst again and again inside of her. He felt her responding spasms. He felt her walls squeeze and open, over and over again. Then they lay there panting on the floor. The orgasm spent, their bodies tired, their minds blissful, their love wrapped around each other.
The first day back at classes Lisa had worn the remote control dildo. They had played with it almost every day during the rest of vacation so she could get her reactions under control. She didn't want to suddenly be lying on the floor in the middle of a lecture. She managed to get it just barely undetectable, but if Dale pressed the button too long she was still over the bounds.
Dale hadn't pressed the button all morning-He decided to let the anticipation build up. He wanted her to be really ready for it. He wanted her to be really anxious for it. About midway through the first class after lunch he pressed the button. It was a quick shot. Then he waited for a while. Suddenly he pressed it again, only longer. He made it last for almost ten minutes.
Then he waited until the next class. Abruptly he pushed the button, shortly after class had begun, and held his finger on it. He kept his finger there through the whole class. He was turned on just by the thought of what she must be feeling. He could feel his cock throb and pulse inside his pants. He couldn't wait to see her and find out how it had gone.
They had a break between their next classes. They had arranged it purposely that way so they could see each other for an hour during the afternoon. It broke up the monotony for them. When the bell rang to signal the end of class, Dale was more than anxious to see Lisa, he was frantic. He wanted her to suck him, ball him, something to relieve the pressure. He had thought so hard about her orgasm that he had turned himself on to a ridiculous point and now something had to be done about it.
He ran to their special meeting spot and saw that Lisa was already there. She had a big smile. on her face. He knew that the dildo had worked. He ran up to her and grabbed her arm.
"Come on," he said, "we've got to find a more private place than this."
"Why?" she asked, a little puzzled by his urgency. "Because I'm going to explode if we don't!"
"What's the matter? Did you think too hard about me and the dildo?" she asked with a smirk on her face.
"Yup!" he replied. "I kept seeing you rolling around and laughing the way you do when you're really turned on, and I thought I was going to go nuts during the last half of class. I don't even know what the professor said. I couldn't hear him."
Lisa broke out laughing. She had a wonderful picture of Dale squirming around in his seat because he couldn't do anything.
"It's not all that funny-it hurts!" he exclaimed. "I'm sorry, baby-I guess it would, but I keep thinking maybe we should give you a little practice too," she said and smiled warmly at him.
"Might have helped if we'd thought of it," he murmured. "Ahhh, here's a good place. Please, baby, just suck me off. Believe me, it won't take much."
They were in a dark comer of an empty classroom. They knew that it wasn't going to be in use so there was little chance of anyone walking in on them. Lisa unzipped Dale's pants and took his rock-hard, throbbing rod out of his pants. It was binning hot to her hand, but it felt good in her mouth.
She slipped her mouth up and down his shaft. She wrapped her tongue around the shaft and slid it up and down too. Then she slapped her tongue back and forth over the tip. She moved her lips back and forth. She felt him building to the peak. She rammed his rod all the way down her throat until her lips were clamped around the base. Then she milked
THE END with the back of her throat. Finally she slid her tongue all up and down the rest of his cock.
She heard him moan and his breathing change. She heard him gasp for air as if he had been running too fast. She sucked and licked-she slipped and slid-she squeezed his dick-she felt it throb. She felt it jump and twitch inside her mouth. She felt the tip swell to the bursting point. Then she felt the steaming liquid gush down her throat. She swallowed gulp after gulp of viscous, sweet-tasting semen.
He looked down at her and smiled. He pulled her up off her knees and kissed her a long, loving kiss. Theirs was a wonderful love.
