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   Schooled For Sex By Monique



   CHAPTER ONE

   Whenever Peggy smokes grass she gets horny.  Most everything makes her
horny but grass makes her lose control.  For that reason I rarely let her
near my stash, but it was hot outside, life was boring, and any diversion
was welcome.  I hadn't had a case in two weeks and my private eye's badge
was getting tarnished.  So I sat on the couch opposite my black secretary
and watched her smoke one joint after another.

   She had on tight jeans and one of those halter tops with a Mickey Mouse
emblem on the front.  Her hair had been corn-rowed to make her look even
more streamlined than usual.  I admired Peggy but she was a slut.  Already
her hands were getting restless.  Those long black fingers seemed to walk
around on the couch, looking for a place to alight, and suddenly they crept
up her thighs, up her belly, right to her tits.  For a moment they caressed
those full, medium-sized orbs and then she wrenched them away to roll
another joint.

   "I think you've smoked enough," I cautioned her.

   "Fuck off, Joe," she said nonchalantly.  I knew she didn't mean it the
way it sounded.  Her deft fingers rolled a three-paper joint and she lit it
lasciviously.  A slight thrill ran through my scrotum.  Her fingers had
handled my cock just as deftly in the past and it had fitted between her
full lips just as nicely as that thick joint.  She drew the smoke in deep
and her free hand came to rest between her thighs.  Her jeans were so tight
that the outline of her cunt was indecently visible.  Her pussy had lips as
full as those on her face, thick brown ones that parted to any finger,
tongue or dick in creation.  I sighed and accepted the proffered joint. 
Grass did nothing for me, I only smoked to be sociable.  Peggy always made
it seem as though it was obligatory.  She took the joint back and rolled
her tongue around the moistened end of it.  Her almond-shaped black eyes
bored straight into mine while her thick tongue wallowed around the
cigarette, and the hint wasn't lost on me.  I did enjoy it whenever she
made her tongue about my glands.

   "Nice," she breathed, waving the joint about absently.  Her other hand
was openly rubbing her crotch now.  I took a couple of deep tokes and held
the acrid smoke down as long as I could, the way she said I should.  My
head felt lighter but that was it.  Not worth fifty bucks an ounce, that
was for sure.  "Mmmm-mmmm!" she exclaimed, shaking her head and grinning
widely.  "Oh, what this shit does to me!  They should make this stuff
illegal for innocent young girls like me!  Hey, Joe, is it getting to you
yet?"

   "I think I'm too high on life to get off on marijuana," I said.  My eyes
were fixed on that slender black hand moving up and down against the crotch
of her jeans.  For some reason that intrigued me, especially when the faded
blue turned dark with juice around her cunt.  Peggy knew I was looking.  I
tried to look away, to change the subject, but it was as if there was a
magnet in her cunt and a block of steel in my head!  I kept moving closer
and closer, my eyes bulged out, and before I could get a grip on myself I
was on my knees between her legs, watching that hand moving around.  "Oh,
Jesus!" I heard myself say.

   "Yeah, baby, it's good!  Come closer, watch what I do to myself," she
said, rubbing harder.  My nose almost touched her hand.  I could smell the
heady scent of her cunt, I was ready to give in-and then she pushed me away
and started to roll another joint.

   I sat back down and did my best not to get angry.  Joe McCanoczek, the
best private eye in Beverley Hills and employer of Peggy, sought after by
women everywhere: was I going to let this tramp push me around?  She was
kneading her tits now, a joint stuck in her mouth, great clouds of smoke
wreathing about her face, and her pussy was bobbing up and down, pushing
out at me.  Ah, what the hell, she was a good kid at heart.  But I was wary
of the tender trap this time, she was full of tricks.  All by herself she
started to make love.  It was great to watch, even if I had seen her do it
a hundred times before.  Her fingers closed around her tits and squeezed
them through her top, slow, easy, moving down to come back up under the top
for more caresses and nipple pinching.  Her face was hard to see through
the haze of smoke.  She was breathing the stuff in like it was fresh air.
Now her hands moved down along her flat, hard belly, taking their time and
taking their toll on me.  She passed the joint to me and undid her jeans. I
kept puffing away at the roach and watched.  Peggy had some body.  As the
jeans moved down around her hips she lifted her ass and pushed the garment
all the way over her ass and down her thighs.  Her stomach muscles hardened
for that brief moment, holding her up while both hands pressed into the
soft flesh of her cunt before going on with the process of stripping.

   The joint burned my lips.  With a curse I threw it aside and lay back on
the couch.  There, at the French windows, was my chauffeur, Vinnie the
self-abuser.  The disgusting creature had his reddened dick out of his
pants and was stroking it with abandon, his rat's eyes fixed on Peggy's
restless hands.  I returned my attention to Peggy.  She had taken her top
off so that she could be naked and free.  Another joint had materialized.
She smoked it with one hand and let the other one wander about her body at
will.  It paused briefly at her breasts to squeeze them forcibly, then down
along her belly, back to her pussy, always everything came back to her
pussy.  One long, black finger crept down between the corkscrew curls and
parted the magenta lips slightly to get to her clitoris.  It was as though
she was touching me!  My cock reared up and, like a retriever, it pointed
right at her cunt I wanted to fuck her so badly that I could taste her!

   Quickly I slipped out of my clothes and sat next to her.  I took the
joint from her fingers and stubbed it out, then pressed a crushing kiss to
her lips.  She responded wholeheartedly.  Her arms wrapped themselves about
me and pulled me over so that I ended lying half on top of her, half off
the couch.  My cock pressed against her flesh not far from her pussy and
somehow my face got down between her tits.  How delicious they were!  Never
had my mouth been so receptive.  The taste of her nipples burned through me
as if I'd swallowed a rare delicacy.  I couldn't understand it Even the
sensory nerves in my fingers were ten times as sensitive as usual.  I only
had to touch her skin, any part of it, and my fingers felt like they were
about to shoot a load!  With a moan of surrender I let gravity pull me down
on my knees and her cunt pulled my face into its moist enclosure to hold it
fast while my tongue dug into her tender flesh.

   Peggy sat back and crowed her pleasure to the world.  Her legs were as
far apart as they could be and one finger titillated her clitoris in time
with my tonguing.  Her juices spilled over and along my tongue and seeped
past my throat, a rivulet of tasty olive juices that seemed to run right
down into my balls and swell them further.  My hands ran along the outsides
of her thighs and squeezed the firm flesh of her cheeks.  Peggy's ass had
always been her salient feature.  It was narrow to look at from the front,
but a side view revealed a fine, firm bulge of flesh pushing backward, two
of them pressing against each other for support; and when she walked it
looked like she had two soccer balls sewn under her dark brown skin,
because her cheeks didn't slop from side to side or fold into themselves,
they just moved with a capital MMMM!

   But, firm as they looked, those buns were soft and pliant, the kind you
want to squeeze right off.  I tried, but the harder I squeezed the more she
liked it My fingers dug into her deep flesh and pulled her ass away from
her cunt so that her pussy opened before me cavernously.  It resembled the
inside of a peach, all pink and edible, and I pushed my face deep into her
mickey to slobber up every last drop of juice trapped inside her lips.  "Oh
Joe!" she groaned, pulling her slit upward out of sheer perversity.  "Eat
me, Joe, bite me, tongue me, I love it!  Yes, dig into my cunt, make me
come my brains out!  OH JOE, YES, YES, DON'T STOP NOW, EAT ME, EAT ME,
OOOOOHH JEEESUS!  I LOVE IT!!" Her hands got hold of my head and pushed it
down between her thighs, and her loins moved forward to feed me more, and
then her body began to undulate greedily, chafing her curly pubic hair
against my cheeks, forcing her cunt around the tip of my nose, squeezing
her juices out into my mouth; and all I could do was eat, eat, and eat!

   She came several times in quick succession, shuddering and yelling
hoarsely.  She could have put up with my tongue in her snatch all day but I
was getting tired facial muscles.  Besides, I was the boss, why should I do
all the work?  I stood up and rested my hands on my hips.  "How about
giving me a little feedback?" I asked, though it was less of a question
than a command.  Peggy smiled and ran her fingernails lightly over the taut
skin of my cock.

   "I thought you'd never ask, Joe," she said.  "Come on, sit down, make
yourself comfortable, you know I like to take my time over your dick." I
did as I was told, stretching out over the couch and closing my eyes, ready
for my treat.  Peggy was a great blow job.  Her mouth deserved to be
preserved in the Smithsonian.  Just the touch of her tongue against my
glands was enough to send cold shivers through my overheated body.  The tip
of her abrasive tongue dragged about the tip of my cock, slow and easy,
putting on the pressure, rolling from side to side like a happy slug. 
"I've never seen you so hard!" she said, running her lips down the side of
my dick.  "Leisure agrees with you, I think."

   "Shut up and suck," I told her.  Vinnie stood behind Peggy as she bent
down over my dick.  His beady eyes were fixed on her ass, crawling up her
pussy and anus, and his hand was a blur along his stiff cock.  "And you!" I
yelled.  "Don't you have anything to do?  Can't you polish the car or
something?"

   "I waxed the goddamn thing three times already," he said, without taking
his eyes off Peggy's ass.  "What do you want me to do, take it back to the
metal?"

   I muttered something and tried to get my mind back on what Peggy was
doing.  That wasn't hard.  Her nimble tongue lapped at my dick with quick,
short thrusts, stimulating every part of it in no time at all.  Then,
taking my head between her lips, she lowered her face so that all of my
cock disappeared.  It was one of her best tricks.  Eight inches of
rock-hard meat were swallowed like they were an hors d'oeuvre!  She drew
back slowly, all the way to the end, and there it was again, towering, wet,
light brown with a pink knob.  It quivered in the air for a second before
Peggy took it down her throat again.  She started to move her head up and
down more quickly, fucking her own face with my dick, and all I could do
was moan and take in more air to keep up with my rising passion.  Her whole
mouth seemed to be pulsing and quivering around my cock, all of the soft
tissue and the warm spit in motion to regale my staff with the finest
sensations.  And whenever she went right down on me her throat muscles
pulsed about my knob as though they wanted to swallow it.  I couldn't take
this for very long, and Peggy knew it.

   "Let me come in your mouth!" I said, driving my cock deeper into her
face.  "I love it when you swallow it all."

   "Only if you fuck me first," she said.  She sat up and patted my cock
patronizingly.  "That's fair, isn't it?  Here, have a drag on this, that'll
help to make up your mind." She lit another joint, drew half of it down
into her lungs, and passed the rest on to me.  I didn't want it but I
smoked it to get on her good side.  Peggy could be a real bitch if she felt
like it.  But she was determined not to suck me off all the way, and so
there was nothing for it but to let her squat on top of me.  It wasn't a
bad substitute, really.  Her cunt was surprisingly tight for a woman who
fucked day and night, and when it was right over my cock she moved her
muscles inside so that my cock got her pussy confused with her mouth.

   I held her by her magnificent buns and helped her as she bobbed on top
of me.  Her full tits swung from side to side, she bit her bottom Hp, and
both hands rested on my chest as she worked her cunt up and down my dick.
It looked good from any angle.  My cock looked white next to her deep brown
skin, and it pushed into her hairy maw bravely each time she came down over
it.  Then, when her hips rose, it reemerged, a little oilier, a little
harder, and ready to dive into her warm body again.

   "How's that?" she said, grinning at me.  "Isn't that better than getting
blown?  I like it when you fuck me, Joe, it means you care about me."

   "Like hell it does." Strange things were happening inside me.  The more
I fucked her the more I wanted to fuck her.  It wasn't enough to be lying
on my back and holding still for her to go through the motions.  I wanted
to plant it up her, plow and rut, and I wanted to do it right away. 
Without warning I grabbed her around the waist and pushed her to one side
so she toppled off the couch.  She cried out but before she could say
anymore I was on top of her, mounting her from behind like a horny goat;
and when my cock drove deep into her slavering pussy she became quiet
again. That felt better.  I was on my knees behind her, pushing my cock in
from a low angle so I could see her pink, ragged flesh splaying to let me
in.  Her black asshole peered at me cyclopically, so I poked a finger up it
Peggy gave me an ovation for that.  My index hooked up inside her back
passage and tickled the strange, warm and moist configurations in there,
which caused her to buck wildly.  I was in a daredevil mood for some
reason. Having plugged both holes I wondered what to do with my free hand.
Eventually I decided her cunt could take more, so I shoved a finger in
alongside my cock to finger and fuck her simultaneously.

   Now she was really pretty to watch.  With so much meat up her ass and
cunt she seemed to be torn between running away from it and sliding back
over it Her strong, broad-shouldered back flexed and twisted in indecision,
and now and then she looked around to make sure I wasn't about to add more
to her erotic burden.  After a minute or so she started to get the hand of
it, no more ambivalence, just straight lust.  "Fuck me, Joe, finger me,
fuck me, shove another finger up my ass-oh, that tickles, but don't stop!
You should feel how it tickles!  Oh my God, I can't be coming again ... 
no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOM OH CHRIST, JOE, RAVAGE ME!!  YES, YES,
AAAAAHYESSssssss ..."

   She faded away and I was left dangling from her orifices like an
unwanted appendage.  To fill in the time I kept on fucking and fingering
her as before and it wasn't long before she revived.  I removed my fingers
and just let my cock ride in and out of her distended pussy, content to
feel her flesh brush along the taut skin of my cock.  There was no hurry,
no rush for the finish.  I felt good all over, my body was in tune, I
wanted to fuck for the rest of the day.  Peggy didn't do anything to
discourage me.  She kept her ass cocked up at me and her legs apart, even
reached back and pulled her cheeks away from each other so that her cunt
hole would to too big to bring me undone.  We were teasing each other at
this point, just shadow-boxing, but what contact there was excited us
beyond the ordinary.  I closed my eyes and let my body take over, switching
over to automatic pilot in order to let the sentient part of me concentrate
on the subtle delicacies of her cunt.

   And then, when I was least expecting it, something snapped in my balls
and I found myself hunching over, grunting, tearing into her with a wild
lust that must have been lurking inside me the whole time.  I couldn't
stop, I was about to blow the works and my sole desire was to do it on the
grand scale.  Peggy began to yell, she knew what was coming, and her hands
released her buns so that they clamped down over my cock and provided it
with that extra bit of friction.  That did it.  With a loud yell I let her
have it.

   "In my mouth!" she cried.  "Quick, put it in my mouth!"

   I'd forgotten all about that.  She pulled away from me and dove down on
my cock just as it released its second series of dollops.  She caught them
neatly on her lips and licked them off to swallow it all.  Before I could
spill any she took my cock deep inside her mouth and sucked on it to bring
every last drop up from my balls.

   "And you don't get stoned," she said when it was all over.  "Jesus, Joe,
if you only knew what grass does to you."

   "I don't feel it," I said stubbornly.  In fact my head seemed to be a
little askew and I wasn't too sure of the rest of my body.  I got up and
Looked at Vinnie.  He had deposited his feeble ejaculation on the carpet
and stood over it holding his raw cock in his hand, looking up at me as if
waiting for the same old reproach.  For some reason he looked very funny,
and I started to laugh.  It was the kind of laughter that propagates
itself. Once I'd started there was no way of stopping, and pretty soon I
was rolling on the floor, pointing at him and laughing myself silly.  Peggy
joined in, then Vinnie saw the humor and began to cackle.

   Luckily the phone rang or we might have done ourselves an injury.  Peggy
struggled to her feet and answered it.  "Joe, it's Mrs.  Van de Kut's
secretary.  She wants to know if you can see her this afternoon about a
case.  What will I tell her?"

   "Mrs.  Van de Kut?  Say yes," I said.  "Jesus, I could use a job right
now, especially when a millionairess is asking."

   "Mr.  McCanoczek is free this afternoon.  Three o'clock?  Very well,
I'll tell him when he comes in." She put the phone down and grinned at me.
"It sounds like a big one," she said.  "That secretary had the shakes!"

   "I don't care if they want me to find their pet poodle," I said, "as
long as they pay and it keeps me busy.  I'm going crazy just sitting around
the house with you two perverts."

   "You love us both," said Peggy.  "How long have we been working for this
uptight asshole, Vinnie?  Must be near on ten years, right?"

   "Must be, Peggy," said Vinnie.  He had tucked his cock back into his
pants and almost looked human as he sat down on the couch beside her. 
"He's just an uncut marshmallow, that's my opinion."

   "Ten years!  I must be crazy.  Anyway, don't go taking me for granted,
I'm a man of many moods.  You could be fired any day.  Nobody's
indispensable."

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Peggy, impatiently, "now go on up and shower.
It's two o'clock already."

   Half an hour later Vinnie drove me to the exclusive section of Beverley
Hills, the part where only multimillionaires are allowed to live.  The car
swept by palm trees and sprawling mansions, rolling lawns and vast flower
beds being tended by small, swarthy gardeners, sprinklers cast thin streams
of water far and wide, everything was peaceful and prosperous.  One day I
wanted to be able to afford a house here, a place to loll about in and
hobnob with the smart set.  But for the time being I had to be content with
my status as a private dick at the $200-a-day with-expenses level.

   Mrs.  Van de Kut lived in a palace that had been disguised by a plain
facade to fit in with the general condition of democracy.  The moment I
walked inside I knew it was a feudal barony.  The servants were all
subdued, half visible, going about their work with their shoulders pulled
up as though they were expecting a blow with a knout at any moment.  The
marble floors, the objects of art, the ornate ceilings, all told me where
my place was.  My fingers experienced a desperate urge to tug a forelock.

   "Mr.  McCanoczek?" A sophisticated woman swept along the marble and
fixed me with a haughty look.  "I am Samantha, Mrs.  Van de Kut's private
secretary.  I have been told to tell you to relax for half an hour or so
until afternoon tea has been served.  Mrs.  Van de Kut is entertaining."

   "She might have told me," I said.  "This will go on her bill, you know."


   "Mrs.  Van de Kut will be upset," said the secretary dryly.  "Come this
way, please." If I could have come that way I'd do nothing else; but I
swallowed the little quip and followed her into a room that was less
stately and more cozy, but still resembled a baroque ballroom.  Samantha
pointed at some antique chairs and left me to sit and twiddle my thumbs.

   A few minutes later a bright, girlish face appeared around the door. 
"Hi!" she said, coming in and closing the door after her.  "What are you
doing here?  Waiting for my mother?" Was this Van de Kut minor?  My eyes
travelled over her young body and my mouth watered.  She was nineteen, give
or take a year, dressed in jeans and riding boots, a scarlet jacket, and in
one hand she held a riding crop.  Her body was lean, a small ass and
slender thighs, but somehow her breasts had developed at their own pace. 
They pushed out against her T shirt, arrogant and full, big nipples making
emphatic dents.  She stood in front of me, hands on her hips so that her
jacket was pushed out of the way of her tits.  I got the impression that
she was using her splendid tits to break the ice between us.

   "My name is Joe," I said, after swallowing deeply.  What was it with me,
anyway.  My cock was hard, my breathing seemed inadequate to keep up with
my body's demands, all because a young girl came close.  Was it the
aftereffects of the grass?  "What's your name?"

   "Martha," she said pertly.  She sat down beside me and peered into my
eyes.  "Do you have a hangover or have you been smoking?" I tried to deny
both, but she just gave me a mocking smile.  "Your eyes are too bloodshot,
it must have been grass.  Do you have any with you?"

   "No, sorry, all gone."

   "What a pity.  I'm so bored!" She crossed her legs and leaned against
me. "Nothing ever happens in this house.  My father's always away and
Mother's always entertaining.  I wish I could go to boarding school like my
sister.  But they won't even let me do that ...  and you know why?" She
lowered her voice and looked around before answering her own question. 
"Because they say I'm a bad girl!"

   Now she had my full attention.  "Bad in what way?" I asked.

   "Do you want to find out?" When I nodded she beckoned for me to follow
her out of the house.  The French windows led into the gardens, and at the
back of them stood a gazebo that was surrounded by trellises bearing a
heavy load of vines in flower.  Martha checked to see if we'd been spotted,
and when she was satisfied that the gardeners were minding their own
business, she went inside and closed the door after us.  "You know what I
like to do?" she asked, looking impish.  "Try to guess."

   I didn't know what to say.  There were many vices that I wanted her to
have at that point but none of them seemed to fit in with that blonde,
innocent-eyed, angel face.  She was extremely attractive, all the more so
because she was sitting in the dimness of the gazebo just where a beam of
sunlight could highlight her face.  Now her eyes looked almost colorless,
glowing with light, and her cherub's mouth looked fuller and redder than
before.  The shading also did wonders for her breasts.  She took off that
scarlet riding jacket while waiting for my answer, and for a moment it
seemed as though her nipples were going to poke holes in her T-shirt.

   "You like to blow men?" I asked in a fit of recklessness.

   "How did you know!  Did someone tell you about me?  I bet they did.  Men
are such gossips." She pouted unhappily.

   "No, no one said a word," I assured her.  "I just thought of what I
would most like you to do, and that was it."

   "You like to get blown?" Her tongue ran along her lips and she came a
little closer.  "I do love to do it Mother said I should remain a virgin
till I'm married, but she said nothing about my mouth.  Can I do it to you,
Joe?  I love the feel of cock between my lips, always have.  Perhaps I
wasn't properly weaned." She laughed shortly at her own joke but then the
time for levity was over.  Her hands strayed over to my lap where my cock
formed a thick ridge of flesh that bulged up under the material of my
pants. Briefly I wondered if this was worth risking a good job for.  Of
course it was.  Her face closed in on my lap and her long blond hair fell
over her face to make a little tent in which she could work in private. 
Now nimble fingers were opening my fly.  I sat back and marveled at my good
luck.  She had my cock out and was nibbling at it in the confines of her
blondness, hidden from my view but making me very aware of her presence. 
In my mind I could see those full lips circling about my glands as vividly
as I could feel them.

   But I wasn't content to just sit there.  I wanted to find out what the
rest of her was like, especially those outsized tits.  While she sucked my
cock I rolled her T shirt up until it was bunched about just below her
shoulders.  Even in that position her tits kept their shape, two full orbs
that fitted into my palms perfectly.  Her nipples were bigger than before
and hard as rubber bullets.  Squeezing them was pure joy-but what about the
rest of her?  Those lean buns intrigued me, and I wanted to see how blond
her pussy would be.  Martha made no attempt to stop me when I reached down
to undo her jeans.  It was an awkward business to take off her clothes
without disturbing her delicious sucking.  In the end she had to take a
break to help me out.

   "You want to do it to me?" she asked, taking off her T-shirt and then
stepping out of her jeans.  "Do men do that to girls, or are girls the only
ones who eat?"

   "No, anyone can eat," I said.  My hands came to rest on her hips and I
drew her toward me to illustrate my point.  Martha grew shy for a moment
when I ran a finger down the length of her pussy.  She blushed and tried to
draw away from me.  But I held her tightly and kept caressing her cunt
until she understood what it was for.  There was a small table behind her.
I made her sit on the edge of it and got down on my knees in front of her
to pay closer attention to her cunt.  It was a gem, a teenage marvel.  Her
pubic hair was sparse and golden, and it grew down the sides of her pudgy
little labia, to peter away before it reached her asshole.  Her pussy lips
were slightly open and admitted a glimpse of the pink flesh inside.  My
finger titillated her tiny clitoris for a moment before sliding down deep
between her lips.  It pressed against that peculiarly convoluted area to
have it yield easily, gladly.  Her flesh parted now to let the rest of my
finger slip inside her.  Martha was still uncomfortable but she was also
very interested.

   "How does that feel?" I asked her, pushing my finger in and out of her
moist pussy.

   "Very nice," she said, "but my mother said I shouldn't let any man do
that to me."

   "She's not here to see you, is she?" Martha nodded.  That made sense to
her, and she relaxed more, giving in to the sensations my fucking finger
produced in her.  My face came closer and closer, my tongue poked out and
there I was, for the second time that day, eating cunt.  But how fresh and
firm this one was compared to Peggy's!  Her juices tasted different, not
very sapid, but the fact that they were virginal made all my taste buds
stand up and take notice.  I took my finger out of her cunt and put my
tongue up there instead to suck down more of her nectar.  So subtle, so
sweet, thick drops of dew slithering down my tongue and right down my
throat.  Martha leaned back and her sighs were heartfelt.  I took her whole
cunt into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could, then released it and
pursed my lips around her hard little clit.  She had forgotten about
cocksucking, all she wanted now was to be eaten into oblivion.  That was a
shame.  My cock stood up in the air, quivering with impatience.  Should I
fuck her?  It would be lovely to stick my dick into that channel of tightly
packed flesh, to stir up more of her virgin's fluids and to see her
initiation into the wonderful world of sex.

   "Do you want to do it?" I asked her, looking up from her pussy for a
moment.  Martha was on her back on the table, her legs hanging over the
edge limply.  She shook her head but both her hands came down to her pussy
and held it open for me.  What did that mean?  I decided to interpret her
gesture freely.  With one quick motion I was on my feet and my cock pressed
into her cunt.  My glands was almost inside her when she realized what was
happening.

   "No!" she cried, sliding back on the table and throwing one leg over the
other for extra protection.  "I told you not to do that to me!  You can do
anything else but not that." She got off the table and stood in front of
me, close, her hand touching my ravening erection.  "Besides, don't you
like what I do for you?  Isn't that enough?"

   "I guess so," I said, but deep down I was disappointed.  The knell of
her teenage pussy still echoed through me.  She was so deliciously tight,
so young, so fresh, and if I didn't fuck her someone else would.  I wanted
to throw her back on the table and shove it into her all the way, and I
might have if she hadn't anticipated me.  Suddenly she was on her knees,
this naked nymphet, and her mouth was around my cock again, and just as
suddenly I lost the urge to fuck.

   She licked my dick all over and then pursed her lips around it and
slithered halfway down my cock.  Her little hand closed around the base of
my stalk and started to jerk me off in time with her steady sucking.  For a
girl her age she was very expert at blowing.  In no time at all my cock
started to throb ominously, my hips began to jerk back and forth, and I
kept forgetting to breathe.  My hands were on her shoulders, clutching at
her flesh while my cock pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth.  She
couldn't swallow it all, not like Peggy, and so whenever I pushed she moved
her head back.  But she made up for it by licking my cock with love and
moving my knob around her mouth so that her tender flesh brushed past it
and cajoled it into blowing.

   Sperm burst from my balls.  I couldn't hold it back any longer.  With a
last reserve of strength I grabbed her head and poked my cock down her
throat.  Martha was so busy swallowing and sucking that she hardly noticed.
The little girl had disappeared.  Now there was a rapacious woman at my
dick, whose mouth resembled a vacuum cleaner and whose hands raked along my
ass in, convulsions of pleasure.  She sucked and sucked until there was
nothing left, and even then she wasn't satisfied.  I expected her to
withdraw and give me a break, but no, her mouth kept a firm grip on my dick
and her lips started to pulse around it like before.

   "You're expecting too much from it," I cautioned her.  Martha shook her
head and when I went limp she just swallowed all of me and suckled it
passionately.  Warm spit flowed around it, her tongue lapped at my knob,
her teeth closed around the stem to tease and threaten me, and before long
new pulses of fife ran through my cock.  I had to sit down.  She followed
me on her knees and she held my dick between her teeth to warn me not to
escape.  Once I was in position she rested her arms on my thighs and got
down to some serious sucking.  Her pleasure was evident.  While she had my
cock in her mouth her eyes shone and she moaned and wriggled about in her
private ecstasy.  All she wanted me to do was sit and take it.  I was up
for that

   It took her longer to bring me off this time.  My cock was less
sensitive, my balls had to be replenished; but that only made Martha work
harder.  She kissed her way up and down my cock, licked my balls, swallowed
them, ran her tongue along the insides of my thighs, and when she had to
take a breather she closed her little fist around my cock and jerked me off
until she was ready to eat more.  No one could withstand such a determined
assault.  I could feel my toes tingle and curl, and then the rest of me
became very warm, sweat broke out on my brow, my hips got the twitches
again.  Martha sensed it, too.  She took my cock in her mouth and moved her
head up and down rapidly, jerking me off with her lips now.  "Yesssss!" I
hissed, running my fingers through her golden locks.  "That's the way, very
good, very good, here I come now, watch it UUNNNNHHH!" The shell slipped
into the breach and was projected against the roof of her mouth, small
stuff, the last of my virility.  Martha swallowed it happily and stayed
down on me in case there was more to come.

   "Listen, we really ought to be getting back to the house," I said when
it became clear that she had no intention of giving up.  "Your mother will
wonder where we are."

   "Oh yes, her," she said, releasing my cock at last.  "She's always
spoiling my fun.  Will you come back, Joe?  We could have such a good time
together.  Perhaps you could visit me at night, in my room.  Wouldn't that
be nice?"

   "I'd like nothing better," I said, "but let's find out what your mother
has in store for me first, shall we?  Will you look what you did to my
cock. I think it died!" My dick dangled between my legs like a piece of old
meat, completely drained.  Martha giggled proudly and patted it.  "No,
don't touch it, I'm afraid it'll fall off."

   When we were both dressed and respectable again we sauntered along the
lawns and admired the flowers to make our excursion look like one of an
horticultural nature.  Lucky for us no one had noticed our absence.  I got
back into the waiting room without Samantha's noticing it.  And five
minutes later the regal private secretary announced that Mrs.  Van de Kut
would see me.

   CHAPTER TWO

   Martha led me through the stately home, up to double walnut doors, where
we stopped.  She knocked once and a strong voice told us to come in.  "You
go," she whispered, and ran down the carpeted corridor.  I squared my
shoulders and entered.  Mrs.  Van de Kut stood before tall windows through
which the sunlight flooded, giving her a clear view of me but giving me
nothing more than a silhouette.  Nothing was said for a moment.  Then she
came closer and inspected me with a frown on her face.  She was a most
attractive woman, over six feet in height, icy blue eyes, chestnut hair
piled on her head, a massive bosom and full hips pushing at a long gown,
and she quite intimidated me.  I did my best not to show it

   "Sit down, Mr.  Mac ...  Mac ...  oh, I'll just call you Mac," she said
brusquely.

   "Thank you Mrs.  Van," I said.  She looked at me sharply but overlooked
my familiarity.  Terms were discussed most cursorily.  Mrs.  Van sat on the
couch next to me.  If it hadn't been for her regal demeanor I would have
sworn she was trying to seduce me.  One of her hands rested lightly on my
shoulder and whenever she wanted to make a point clear she leaned toward me
so that her lips were far too close to mine-for comfort, that is.  I
started to respond to her sensuality even though my cock was a ragged, limp
bit of meat that had done its duty four times in quick succession, and now
wanted only rest.

   The man for this job must be trustworthy," she said in softer tones,"
stroking my chest nonchalantly.  "He must be of strong moral fibre, a man
with inner strength.  Are you such a man, Mr.  Mac?"

   "You've described me to a tee," I grinned weakly.  Her hand was closing
in on my cock.  Every part of me was aroused except that pitiful member. 
There was nothing I could do about it, so I feigned indifference to her
advances and tried to listen to what she was saying.  Her preamble went on
and on, just as her hands did.  She caressed my cock openly now and weighed
my balls from outside my pants.  A little later she undid my zip and
reached into my briefs to get at my cock.  I was flushed with shame.  How
could I explain to her that her daughter had blown me twice in a row and
had drained me utterly?

   "Perhaps I'm not your type," Mrs.  Van said suddenly, more to herself
than to me.  She pulled away from me and tugged at a length of cord
dangling from the ceiling.  A moment later a maid walked in.  She wore the
uniform of the house, black on black with a little white apron, black panty
hose and black shoes.  Underneath the trappings of a maid pulsed the body
of a beautiful woman, that much was clear.  I eyed her with interest, just
as she eyed my wide-open fly.  "Lorraine, would you close the door and take
off your clothes for this gentleman, please.  I'd like to see his
response."

   As if this had happened a thousand times before, the maid nodded and
carried out the woman's orders.  She unbuttoned her dress once her apron
had been unpinned, and neatly draped both garments over a nearby chair. 
Then, wearing only a bra and panty hose, she removed the little hat she
wore in her hair, and approached us.  Mrs.  Van put her hand back over my
cock and squeezed it slowly as we both watched the maid take off the rest
of her clothes.

   My interest mounted by the second but that was all.  Her big tits pushed
out at me, white and bulbous, capped by pink nipples set in wide pink
rings, and when she was sure she had all of my attention, she shook them
from side to side.  Seeing tits is one thing, seeing them in motion quite
another.  The sight of so much feminine wealth made me shake with lust.  My
face literally ached to dive in between those vanilla puddings, to smother
myself and savor the smoothness of her flesh.  She certainly gave me a
chance to do it but the limpness of my cock made me defensive.  "Very
nice," I said with an approving nod, and I crossed my legs and lit a
cigarette.

   The maid gave Mrs.  Van a questioning look.  The dowager nodded for her
to go on.  She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panty hose and
began to shimmy out of it.  The way her hips rotated was delicious, and the
dark, triangular intimation of pubic hair under the stretch fabric set my
blood coursing through my veins.  And still my cock played dead.  Would it
ever rise again?  Every inch of me was hard and hot except for that abused
member!  The pantyhose slid down her hips, inch by inch, revealing more
white, smooth flesh, more than I could take!  Now her brush of hair
emerged, further down, the deeper shadow of her slit appeared, I could see
it, I could taste it!  But I couldn't do anything about it.  She had only
to call my bluff and the jig would be up.

   Finally she stepped out of the garment and paraded before me stark
naked. Each time she turned her back on me my hands itched to dig into
those heavy masses of flesh that made up her ass.  With every step her buns
twisted and flounced, shook with sensual power, and then, as if that wasn't
bad enough, she liked to bend over a little so that the dense bush covering
her cunt sprouted out from her inner thighs, further still to make her cunt
part and afford me a glimpse of pink.  I was trembling all over, pulling at
my cigarette and breathing in great lungs full of smoke to steady my
nerves.

   "Remarkable self-control, Mr.  Mac," said Mrs.  Van.  "Yes, I would say
you're the man for the job.  Anyone who can resist Lorraine is definitely
not red-blooded.  Sometimes I wish I wasn't, because I can never resist
this tasty wench.  Come over here, dear, and massage me."

   I expected the maid to grab hold of Mrs.  Van's shoulders but instead
the naked woman kneeled down before her mistress, lifted the hem of her
long dress, and stuck her head under it.  She moved her face right up to
the matron's crotch and clearly put her all into this oral massage.  Mrs.
Van sat back and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh and now and then,
but she was immobile for the rest.  Lorraine did all the work and by the
sound of it it was a labor of love to her.  Her head moved from side to
side and up and down under the dress, wet noises and smacking sounds
abounded, and Mrs.  Van seemed to melt into a puddle of contentment.  I
felt very peculiar.  Lorraine's big, delicious ass was sticking out at the
world in general, anyone would be welcome at that point.  And there I was,
next to my prospective employer who was getting her pussy eaten, with a
vacant cunt going begging, and all I could do was sit there and chain
smoke! It was the unhappiest half hour in my life.

   "Oh dear!" I heard Mrs.  Van say suddenly.  "Stop, Lorraine, that's
enough now, oh my goodness, oh, oh stop, STOP, OH-OH-OOOOOOOOOHHHH
LORRAINE, NO MORE, OOOHH YEEEESSSSSSSS, UNH, UNH, AAAAAaaaaaahhhhh,
lovely." Brisk, businesslike, she lifted her skirt, let the maid crawl out,
and resumed the conversation.  "Let me feel," she said, sticking her hand
through my open fly and squeezing my cock.  "Just as I thought, not a
reaction.  Good, Mr.  Mac, you're hired."

   "This is a very unusual procedure," I said in a quavering voice.

   "I'm sure.  However, your job is to go to a girls' boarding school to
find out who kidnapped my daughter, Laurel.  I wouldn't want a satyr to
take on that job, for obvious reasons."

   "I see." Wow, that was a lucky break!  A girls' boarding school!  I
could just see Vinnie's face when he heard the news.  And I could just see
my face, too.  Quickly I pulled a serious expression over the gleeful one
and said: "But if your daughter has been kidnapped, why don't you contact
the police?"

   "Nothing is certain in this case," said Mrs.  Van with a disdainful
smirk.  "No ransom notes have been delivered, all I know is that she's
missing and I want you to find her.  The headmistress, a Miss Parsons, will
be notified of your arrival and she will find room for you to stay while
you conduct your investigation." The maid had dressed and left the room to
fetch us coffee.  "You see, Laurel is the sole heir to the family assets,"
said Mrs.  Van in a hushed voice.  "She may have been persuaded to elope or
something dreadful, and in that case I don't want to bring the police into
it and alarm the news media.  She would only get a reputation that would
attract other fortune hunters.  You understand this case calls for
discretion, of course?"

   "My specialty," I assured her.  She supplied me with photographs, names,
and a generous down payment.  An hour later I was back in the office
briefing my assistants.  Vinnie almost jumped through the ceiling.  Without
further ado he loaded the back of the car up with his snooping equipment
and as soon as he was done he positioned himself behind the wheel.  Peggy
and I still were far from ready but Vinnie wanted to be sure that not a
second was wasted on account of him.  When we drove away I had to slow him
down several times.

   It was late in the evening when we arrived at the Moorehead School for
Young Ladies.  The gatekeeper pointed the way to Miss Parsons' cottage and
we drove through dark, tree-lined paths to get to it.  All about her
cottage were large, square buildings with lighted windows.  The sound of
girlish laughter wafted through the peaceful air now and then, and we heard
dishwashers operating in the basements.  Some dim, slender forms strolled
by the buildings, chattering, carrying books.  I thought Vinnie was going
to jack off right there and then.  Luckily Miss Parsons came out to meet
us.

   She was a tall, angular woman with a lantern jaw, gold-rimmed glasses,
and a tight bun at the back of her head.  When she spoke her lips hardly
moved.  There was something bloodless about her and it was a testimony to
my recuperation that I found myself wondering what it would be like to fuck
her.  "Good evening," she said, "won't you come in.  It's awful about the
Van de Kut girl and I want to assure you that I will help all I can."

   We entered her immaculate cottage and drank tea with her while I tried
to find out what she did know.  The result was nothing.  The headmistress
wanted to be helpful but she was far more worried about something else.

   "Look here," she said, "while you're conducting your investigation I
wonder if you could do me an enormous favor.  You don't have to, entirely
up to you, but there seems to be a plague of criminality among the girls. I
don't quite know how to put it ...  but rumors have reached my ears that
there's considerable self-abuse in the dormitories.  If you would provide
me with a list of names of the perpetrators I would be ever so grateful."

   She said it in deadly earnest.  Vinnie's hands flew to his crotch and
Peggy covered her face to stifle her laughter.  I kept a straight face and
said I would do my best to get the facts on that.  "Of course we may have
to extend our investigation a.  little," I said delicately.  "I will need
your permission to spy on the dormitories at all hours and all that sort of
thing."

   "Oh, permission granted!" said the headmistress, slapping her skinny
thighs and standing up to offer me her hand.  "Complete freedom, Mr. 
McCanoczek, absolutely!"

   "Now if you'll show us our rooms," I said.  Miss Parsons nodded and led
us to one of the large buildings.  The staircase led up to the third and
top floor, passing corridors that rang with girlish voices, the odor of
soap and shampoo and the sound of rushing showers, along with a few
glimpses of girls in robes or in partial undress.  I kept a tight grip on
Vinnie all the way to our rooms.  At this stage of the game I certainly
didn't want him blowing it for us.

   The rooms were on the same floor as the girls' rooms.  The senior girls
had their own cabins, as Miss Parsons called them, and the juniors slept in
twenty-bed dormitories.  It struck me as strange that the headmistress
would put us in with her charges, especially since we would have to use the
same shower and toilet facilities.  I didn't question it, figuring she was
too otherworldly to know about sex.  Much later I would discover that the
opposite explanation was true.

   "So, here we are," I said to Vinnie and Peggy.  Our rooms were connected
by side doors.  Peggy took the middle room, as usual, and we stored the
equipment in my room because I had a wardrobe that could be locked.  When
we were settled in we met again in my room and started to discuss tactics.
A knock on the door interrupted us.

   "Hello, hello, hello!" said Vinnie when he opened the door to find a
lovely eighteen-year-old at the other side.  "What might you be looking
for, my pretty!"

   "Down, boy," I told him.  The girl gave Vinnie a withering look and came
right toward me.  She had on a robe that had been securely tied about her
willowy body.  Long, blond hair fell over her shoulders, still damp from a
recent shower.  Blue eyes peered into mine crossly.

   "May I ask what you are doing here?" she asked imperiously.

   I explained it to her in as few words as possible, meanwhile taking in
the intimation of firm tits under her terry cloth robe.  She would do for
an entree.  The proximity of so many young girls excited me.  Not that I
seriously intended to chase after them.  No, I had a job to do.  But it
titillated me and then there were always surprises inherent in such a
situation.  "Perhaps you could give me a lead on Laurel's disappearance?" I
said.

   "Miss Parsons must be going mad," was all the girl said.  She turned on
her heel and left the room.

   "My goodness," Peggy commented, "what is this, a school for apprentice
princesses?  Have you ever seen such a snotty little bitch, Joe?"

   "I hope they're not all like that," I said, a sentiment that Vinnie was
quick to second.  "Anyway, I'm going to take a shower." I stripped and
wrapped a large towel about my hips, slipped into a pair of thongs, and
walked down the corridor toward the showers.  At once dozens of heads
popped out of doorways and I found myself the object of everyone's
curiosity.  Giggles, whispered comments, a few rude suggestions, followed
me along the corridor.  I felt myself blushing.  When I reached the door to
the bathroom I opened it a crack to check if anyone was inside.  All was
silent "Fore!" I yelled, just to make sure.  No response.  At last I walked
inside and after a thorough check of the cubicles I let the towel drop and
turned on the water.  I was hard as a rock for the whole time under the
shower.  Anticipation, fantasies of girls entering the shower and removing
their clothes before they saw me, and just the knowledge of being in the
thick of teenage pussies kept me that way.  Yet, as long as I took over
washing myself, nothing happened.

   Before I could venture out into the open again I had to run cold water
over my stiff cock to get it down, and only then could I wrap the towel
around me again.  This time no one was watching.  I peered into a few of
the open doors -and saw the girls going about their business as if nothing
unusual was happening.  They were playing cards, writing letters, doing
their homework, sleeping-it was infuriating!  Even if I didn't want much to
happen, this much indifference depressed me.  And if it depressed me, it
drove Vinnie to the brink of suicide.  He made the trip to the showers and
back without anything happening.  By midnight all the lights were out, and
in desperation he and Peggy went to their respective beds.

   In spite of myself I kept the tight on for some time in the hope that
one of the girls would see I wasn't yet asleep.  It was no use.  No one
came near my room.  In the end I turned off the light and turned over to go
to sleep.  There wasn't a sound in the building.  All those lovely girls
were resting for the next day of school.  What did they know about men and
sex?  After all, I told myself, this was a school for young ladies, and
young ladies weren't suppose to know about such matters.  Certainly Miss
Parsons wouldn't tell them anything.

   I had dozed off and was well on the way to the very depths of sleep,
when something aroused me.  For the first few minutes I didn't know what it
was.  I did notice that it was pleasant.  Something warm snuggled up beside
me, smooth, too, and flaxen hair brushed past my skin.  That meant it
wasn't Peggy.  A small hand rubbed my belly.  That did it.  "Who's there?"
I asked.

   "I'm Cissy," said a high pitched, girlish voice.

   "Who?" I groped for the light switch and when my eyes had stopped
smarting I saw a small and very pretty girl in the bed beside me.  "Hey, do
you want to get caught here?  Go on, get out of here, get back to your own
bed!"

   "Don't worry," she said, turning the light off.  I turned it back on and
stared at her.  What was her game?  The bedclothes covered her up to below
her shoulders, and those shoulders were most affecting.  She was nineteen,
give or take a year, a slender girl with big brown eyes and long dark hair,
her lips were full and her cheekbones were high, and one day she was going
to drive men wild.  But until then she ranked as jail bait in my book and
she was also jeopardizing a very good job.  On the other hand she felt very
nice beside me, and when the sheet slipped a little I saw two small, firm
breasts that made my mouth water.  She must have seen how weak my flesh was
because she turned the light off again and snuggled up against me.  I felt
her little hand reach for my cock.  It was as hard as a board.  Cissy
giggled and pressed herself against me so that the sparse down of her pussy
brushed against me.

   "Ah, what the hell!" I said, and gave in to this young temptress.  My
hands ran over her and experienced her slender, silken skin, her hard
little tits and her firm young buttocks, and now her arms embraced me and
her head pressed against my chest as her narrow loins crushed into mine. 
Slowly, savoring the forbiddenness of it all, my hand went down to feel her
little cunt-and there it was, in my hand, practically naked to the touch,
its wide cleft accentuated by its chubbiness, hot, moist, and slippery. 
And while I groped around, sensing her silken purse with every nerve at my
disposal, she stroked my prick and balls with all the zeal of a child with
a new toy.  My cock felt twice as hard and twice as big as normal and it
urged me to do something with it!

   Suddenly I became suspicious.  What if this was a practical joke and all
the girls were standing outside my door listening in?  I pulled free from
Cissy's lascivious embrace and quickly padded over to the door, paused a
moment, then pulled it open.  There wasn't a soul out there.  I felt like a
fool Cissy turned on the light to see what I was doing, and as I made my
way back to the bed she remarked: "What are you worrying about?  No one
knows I'm here."

   "Why are you here?" I asked, getting back into bed.

   "Please don't talk," she said softly, and her hands pushed away the
bedclothes to add weight to her point.  I found myself gazing at the most
delicious young body I'd seen since my sister had grown into a woman. 
Cissy stretched out like a contented cat and eyed me with a mixture of
mischief and horniness.  She was toying with me but I couldn't do anything
about it.  She was lovely!  Her breasts were like upturned saucers, white
with pink and innocent nipples.  Little desserts they were, all the whiter
for the rest of her body, which was evenly tanned.  Down further there was
another white patch around her loins, and in the focal point of that part
of her rose her pubic mound.  The bone thrust up from the concavity of her
belly, and it was adorned by a thin cover of dark hairs which did nothing
to conceal the full cleft of her pussy.  I could hardly breathe.  My cock
throbbed agonizingly.  Cissy was wise beyond her years, it seemed, because
she rolled over and brought her mouth very close to my cock.  I stared at
her in astonishment.

   She took the flushed knob of my throbbing dick into her mouth, opening
wide to accommodate it, and did her best to take more than just my glands
inside.  She was too small to do it but her attempts sent delicious chills
coursing through my whole body.  The pressure on my knob was terrific.  Her
lips were stretched about it tight as elastic bands, and the feeble play of
her tongue made it all the more excruciating.  Her childish face was red
with the effort of trying to go down on me, and whenever long strands of
hair fell over her face she brushed them away impatiently and attacked my
cock with redoubled vigor.  Slowly she managed to get some of it inside,
toiling onward, but by that time I wanted something quite different.  That
full-lipped, almost bald little cunt of hers had captured me, I wanted to
get to know it better, explore it, eat it!  Gently I dissociated myself
from her mouth and slid down into her crotch.  Cissy made herself
comfortable at once and waited with eyes closed for me to do my stuff.

   Smooth lips, silken, firm, smelling of baby powder, piss, and the
womanly odor of mushrooms.  A delicious combination!  My head reeled as my
tongue ran down between her parted cunt lips to scoop up the secretions of
her excited hole.  I still couldn't believe this was happening to me, a
thirty-nine-year-old man going down on a girl twenty years his junior,
risking his professional reputation for a bit of snatch; but I was there
and nothing could have dragged me away from her at that moment.  My tongue
wormed its way into her cunt hole as far as it would go, passing through a
tight, elastic washer to get inside, and she groaned as she gave way to me.
If my tongue gave her that much trouble, what would my inflated cock do to
her?  There was only one way to find out, but later ...  later!

   I held her tight buttocks in my hands, cupping and squeezing them while
my tongue worked into the walls of her cunt and licked at the olive juices
oozing out of them.  My prick was wedged between my belly and the sheets,
rubbing back and forth in vain.  Not long now.  Her girlish hips were
jerking up and down rapidly, her hands were on her little tits, mauling,
grasping, desperate, and her breath whistled through her throat.  I
unleashed all of my experience on her pussy, eating, licking, biting,
sucking her little twat in between my teeth and harrying it until she had
to stuff the corner of a sheet into her mouth to stop from waking up the
whole block.  "Do it to me!" she groaned.  "Please, please, do it now!  I
want it so much!"

   I looked up from her cunt and saw her slender body stretched out before
me through a thin hedge of pubic hair.  Her breasts had almost disappeared
now that she was on her back, just hard pink nipples sticking out.  She
looked so young, too young ...  but then I looked back down at her cunt and
saw that it was wide open, pink, dripping wet, and ready!

   I moved up higher and brought the tip of my cock up against her cunt
hole.  I still expected her to change her mind, but even when my thick knob
pressed down on her yielding flesh she did her best to let me in.  The
resistance was tough.  I reached down to her lean, tender buns and pulled
them apart, so widening her pussy hole.  The first half inch clipped inside
and lodged securely in that tight ring of flesh.  Now Cissy developed some
misgivings.  Her arms clasped me in a desperate hug and her teeth sank into
my neck.  She had her legs wide apart and kept her ass up off the bed, but
even that didn't ease the pain.  "Please be careful," she whispered, and it
sounded like a sob.  "I'm ...  I'm still a virgin!"

   I jiggled my knob about inside her until the spit and the juices formed
a film over my knob and allowed it to slip in a little further.  It felt
terrific but I had to restrain myself.  In and out, very carefully,
spreading the moisture and relaxing the cunt muscles bit by bit.  Cissy
clung to me for dear life, groaning with the expectation of pain.  An inch
was inside her, she was getting slippery now, her muscles were yielding to
my inexorable force.  Another inch, it was starting to get easier by the
second-and then, resistance.  I pushed harder and nothing happened, it
wouldn't go in deeper.  Cissy let out a strangled cry and right away I
understood that for her the moment of truth had arrived.  At once I pulled
my cock back until only the tip of it had contact with her cunt.  Then,
with a sharp thrust, I broke her hymen and shoved my tool up her to the
hilt Cissy looked like she was going to expire from pain but I kept on
fucking.  I let go her ass and started to squeeze her tits to distract her
from her pain.  Gradually she got over it and, as my cock barged in and out
of her wet, slurping little pussy, she started to fuck me back.  Her nails
were in my back, her tongue somehow got to my ear, and her hips were
bucking under mine in opposite time.  As I threw myself into the down
stroke she thrust herself up so as to get that extra bit of oomf, and when
I pulled back she pulled away to leave my cock poised and trembling in
empty space.  Cissy was a fast learner, obviously.

   There was no condescension left in the way I fucked her now.  Even if
her cunt was still girlishly tight and her voice was too high-pitched to
belong to a woman, I treated her as a seasoned lay just the same.  My cock
went up her to the hilt every time, driving in so far that our pubic bones
gnashed together.  My lips closed over one of her nipples and my hands went
back down to her ass to fondle and squeeze those succulent little orbs of
flesh.  Thanks to Peggy and little Martha Van de Kut, my ejaculation was a
long time coming.  My cock went sort of numb after ten minutes of solid
pounding, stiff, frozen almost, and I gave Cissy enough cock to make up for
whatever she had missed out on in her sexual life.

   Only when she started to writhe under me did she put a real strain on my
dick.  Her supple, elastic pussy trapped my cock deep inside, and twisted
and jerked it this way and that, masturbating it in a way, and in no time
at all the dam burst.  My body arched tautly as the hot semen barreled
along the stem of my cock and exploded inside her freshly deflowered pussy.
Cissy hadn't been expecting that.  The moment the warm douche hit her
innards she let out a long, drawn-out wail of delight, and her body
quivered from head to toe while she clung to me like a drowning woman.  "Oh
God!" she said when the spasm of ecstasy had passed.  "Was that an orgasm?"


   "That was it," I nodded.  I barely had the strength to light up a
cigarette.  Lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, I let the smoke find
its own way out of my lungs.  "Now tell me," I said tiredly, "why did you
come into my room?"

   "To get laid," she replied.  Cissy sat with her legs drawn up, her head
forward, watching the sperm dribble out of her cunt.  "Will that stop
eventually?" she asked.

   I tossed her a hand towel and continued my questioning.  Cissy wouldn't
say anything except that she had wanted to dispose of her hymen and I
seemed like the man to do it.  In one way it seemed plausible.  Yet I
didn't trust her.  There was something going on in this school.  Her entry
had been too slick-welcome, of course, but the timing was too right.  I
shook my head and told her to go to her own bed.  Cissy pouted.

   "Don't you want me anymore?" she asked.

   "It's not that.  I'm just tired.  It's been a long day."

   "You mean you can't get it up again?"

   "Now wait a minute!  What do they teach you at this school, anyway?  The
sign said this was a school for young ladies but you're acting like a young
tramp!"

   "I read books," she said simply.  "Men always say they're tired when in
fact they can't get it up.  But if I can make it stand up will you make
love to me again?"

   I picked up the hand towel and pointed out the spots of blood.  "Isn't
that going to be too painful for you?"

   She threw the towel aside and started to stroke my cock with both hands.
Now that it was limp she was able to get her mouth around it quite easily,
and I could tell she took considerable pleasure in swallowing my greasy,
cunt-soaked slug.  First she cleaned it from to tip to toe, and then,
taking a firmer grip on it with her lips, she started to tug on it.  She
stretched it as far as it would go, then moved her head forward quickly to
take all of my dick inside her mouth, and after a few chews and squeezes
she repeated the same process.  In spite of the long and hard day I felt a
trickle of life flowing back into my member, just a little bit, but enough
to make it expand noticeably.  Cissy looked up with excitement sparkling in
her eyes.  Back down she went, tugging, stretching, working her lips around
my oversensitive flesh and caressing my belly and balls with her small
hands.

   It was a charming sight I propped myself up on a couple of pillows and
lit another cigarette from the butt of the old one.  Cissy lay between my
legs, her long brown hair falling like a curtain before her face until she
pushed it out of the way.  Then I could see my half-hard cock, dark brown
and swelling, sticking up into her mouth, clenched between those rosy, full
lips.  I'd had better blow jobs but none could match this one for
sincerity. Cissy was really getting off on it.  As she sucked, one of her
hands snuck down to between her legs, and I could tell by the moving
muscles in her arm that she was toying with her pussy.  That excited me as
much as her sucking.  "Let me see you play with yourself," I said hoarsely.
At once she moved over and lifted one leg out of the way to show me how her
index finger rotated about between the cunt lips.  My cock sprang up to
assume its maximum proportions, and once more it filled her mouth to
bursting.

   Cissy went at it with greater persistence this time, though.  After some
time my knob disappeared into her mouth, and a little later half my cock
was inside.  Her cheeks were hollow and her eyes bulged with the strain,
but she kept my cock there until it was hard enough to dig clams with. 
Then, with a gleeful expression, she got on top of me.  She squatted over
my dick and reached down to guide it inside.  But when it touched her cunt
she grimaced in pain.  "Are you all right?" I asked.

   "Yes ...  yes, I think; so," she said bravely.  She tried again.  My
cock had the taste of cunt again and it did its best to crawl into her. 
The pain was too much for her.  No position we tried improved the
situation. "I'm sorry," she said finally, "but my pussy hurts too much. 
Funny how the pain started after you stopped making love to me."

   "Very funny." Goddamnit, I wanted her badly now!  There was only one
thing to do.  "Give me a handjob then," I told her.  She agreed to that and
sat down on her haunches beside me to get to it.  Her fist closed around
the lower half of my cock and moved up and down with a steady beat.  While
she busied herself with my dick, I was able to gaze deep into her pussy. 
The way she sat showed me everything, and that certainly helped my
erection. The only problem was that she didn't know how to give a good
handjob.  Her timing faltered, she was timid where she should have been
forceful, and vice versa, and no matter how lovely her pussy looked to me,
my erection was getting wobbly.

   "Here, let me do it," I said.  "You just strike some interesting poses
for me, okay?"

   "Oh, that's really naughty!" she squealed, and obliged me at once.  She
started off by turning her back to me and bending down to look at me
through her legs.  From that position her pussy literally bulged out from
between her thighs, a fulsome little fig bursting with pink flesh and
glimmering with its own juices.  Above it was her little asshole, a dark
dot out of reach of her hairline.  And above that her delicious cheeks,
rounded and taut.  New energy surged into my cock, but I beat off slowly.
This was too enjoyable!

   Next she sat on the footboard of the bed and parted her legs wide, then
let one solitary finger dangle casually between her cunt lips, not actually
masturbating but on the verge of it.  The lewdness in her eyes set me off.
She was teasing me, showing an independent sexuality that easily matched
mine.  Nineteen years old and already an accomplished temptress!  My hand
slid up and down along my stiff cock and I felt the warmth suffuse my
entire body, right down to my curling toes.  The backs of my legs were
sweating, my hips were moving up and down, and my eyes burned into the
delicious, pink flesh and that weirdly convoluted bit of skin behind which
her hole lay, a reticulated orifice, looking like it would choke on a
raspberry pit, but really able to swallow a pig.  At that moment all of the
pussies in the whole wide world bore down on me.  Such a wondrous
appendage, and every woman had one!  There was the paradigm of pussy, right
before me, mine to touch or eat or fuck; and yet I preferred to look and
beat off over it, as if paying homage to the cosmic cunt.

   "I love this!" exclaimed Cissy, watching my cock with shining eyes. 
"I've never seen a man do this before, but it's so sexy!  Oh Jesus, I'm so
close to coming!  Can I play with myself a bit, too?" Without waiting for
an answer she started to move her finger about in between her plump little
cunt.  Her eyes half closed and her body grew taut as she rubbed herself
into ecstasy.  A current flowed between us, doubling all of our pleasures
as we watched the other do a solo.  I moved closer to her, my nostrils
twitching to pick up her heady scent.  Not long now.  I got up on my knees
and faced her on her level.  Our faces were close together, our hands
worked furiously, we were flushed, sweating, our eyes feverish, another
tug, another rotation, wet sounds came from her cunt, I was panting.  "In
my mouth!" she groaned, opening up wide.  With an immense effort I
struggled to my feet and, knees bent, brought my cock to within an inch of
her mouth.  She started to croon a weird, erotic song of passion, waiting,
fingering, and I beat off harder, faster, until the moment came.  Thick
blurts of sperm flew out and landed on her extended tongue, gathering
numbers with every stroke of my fist, until she had enough to drink down.
At that moment she lost her balance and flopped forward on the bed, still
fingering herself furiously until she, too, came and became quiet.

   CHAPTER THREE

   We had breakfast in the school's mess hall, at a table set well away
from the others.  Once we were used to the stares of hundreds of eyes it
became possible to get down to business.  It turned out that Peggy and
Vinnie had had their own kind of entertainment during the night.

   "You should have seen her, boss," said Vinnie, stuffing scrambled eggs
into his mouth as he talked, "a beautiful little thing with tits and
everything, and she just came into my room naked, not a word!  She didn't
look all that happy but who gives a shit.  I had a terrific time."

   "And I got a little hockey player," said Peggy thoughtfully.  "What do
you think, Joe, are they trying to divert us?  I got the impression that
she wasn't there of her own free will, but that the alternative to being
with me was very bad."

   "I doubt it," I said.  "The girl who visited me, Cissy, seemed to enjoy
herself all the way.  I think she just wanted to get laid for the sake of
status or whatever is important in this place.  I mean, what are you
looking for, a young ladies' mafia?" I guffawed at the idea, but Peggy took
it seriously.

   "You see that girl over there?" She pointed at a blond girl not far from
us.  "Remember her?  She came into our room last night and demanded to know
what we were doing there.  When I came out of my room to go to breakfast
there were a lot of girls standing around her, listening very closely to
what she had to say.  Of course they all clammed up when I came near.  But
I'd watch her if I were you."

   "I think we ought to make a general surveillance of the school today," I
said.  "Check out every nook and cranny of it, take pictures, talk with
people, that sort of thing.  If Laurel Van de Kut was kidnapped I have to
know who last saw her and where." I did my best to sound like I had the
case by the scruff of the neck, but in all honesty I was more confused than
ever.  It couldn't be a kidnapping, because what was the fun if there was
no ransom at the end?  A sex crime?  Now that was a possibility.  The
photos of Laurel showed her to be a walking, talking wet dream.  Short of
scouring the surrounding woods there was no way of establishing that
possibility.  Or she could have run away, eloped as her mother suggested.
Or maybe she was fed up and had gone to Paris with her credit card.  In all
this uncertainty I had to set the example for my staff, and Peggy's amateur
suggestions had to be ignored.  "Yes, that's the best way," I said, getting
up from the table.  "We'll start right now.  Get the equipment, Vinnie."

   The chauffeur scurried away and returned within minutes with cameras and
a small recorder to which he had attached a long-range pick-up microphone.
The three of us walked out of the mess hall and into the square to get our
bearings.  Beyond the buildings were the sports fields, the woods, and
beyond the woods was a suburban development.  Armed with a pair of
binoculars I climbed the bell tower and surveyed the whole area carefully.
The woods were vast, a green mass broken only by a lake in the center. 
Trees everywhere, surrounding the school, and I quickly realized that it
would be far too much trouble to scour so much acreage.  I marked the sex
crime possibility down to the bottom of the list.

   When I reached the square again, troops of girls marched to their
classes.  All wore dark blue uniforms with light blue blouses and sensible
black shoes, grey stockings covered their legs, and hats with wide brims
adorned their heads.  I felt my cock pulsing with lust for all of those
squeaky-clean pussies between all those young thighs, and I stared after
them until the last squad had disappeared into the buildings.  "Let's start
with ...  the gym," I said casually.  Vinnie wiped his mouth and got his
cameras ready.

   "A little exercise, eh?" Peggy said.  "What a good idea." We walked into
the big gym and found it empty, even though about thirty girls had just
entered it.  Some sounds came from the far end of it, and as we neared it
it became clear that the girls were in the change room.  This was the time
when I could appreciate Vinnie's peculiar talents most of all.  In a flash
the chauffeur had located some cracks in the walls, through which we had a
limited but adequate view of what was happening inside that area.

   The peep hole I occupied looked directly into one of the cubicles where
a girl was taking off her hat.  She hung it neatly on a hook and then
turned her back to me to chat with a friend.  This friend joined her in the
cubicle, busily undoing her tie.  I didn't recognize either of them and I
couldn't catch what they were saying, but I remained glued to that peephole
just the same.  Both had their ties off and now they helped the other with
the buttons at the backs of their uniforms.  These were also neatly hung on
hooks.  That left them in their blouses and panties, and by this time I
began to wish there was a hole in the wall lower down so I could fuck that!
They chattered at a mile a minute, all the while undoing buttons, fumbling
with bra straps, taking no notice of their own bodies-but then, why should
they?  They'd grown up with all that pulchritude.  Only outsiders lusted
after their assets.  The girls revealed them so innocently, baring their
incipient breasts, stepping out of their panties to reveal the thinly
haired pussy slits, bending over with their backs toward me to let me savor
the beautiful forms of their buttocks, still talking, laughing, getting
ready to put on their gym clothes.  My cock was sending out distress
signals!  I glanced at Vinnie and Peggy, and both were behaving in a much
less inhibited manner than I was.  Peggy had one hand on her crotch,
clawing at her pussy through her tight jeans, and the other was inside her
low-necked top.  Vinnie had his cock out and was beating off unashamedly.
My girls were almost fully dressed and I told the others to cool it.

   "Just a minute!" Vinnie puffed and a second later he blew his wad up
against the wall.  "Aaaaah, that's better.  What fluff, boss, I've never
been so happy in any place!  This is paradise, I swear it is.  I'd like to
have a job here emptying chamber pots or something." Muttering to himself,
he adjusted one of the cameras and took a couple of quick pictures before
backing away from the wall.  By the time the girls emerged from the
dressing room we were wandering about the gym, inspecting items closely and
looking officious.

   A woman bounded out after them and ordered them in long lines.  With
sharp orders she put them through their paces, warming them up for the main
bout as it were, and the three of us stopped pretending to be busy.  We had
to watch all those nubile bodies at work.  How lovely they looked in their
gym shorts, some so tight that the pussy contours were plainly visible,
other bloomers so loose that the legs allowed small glimpses of shadowy,
hairy phantoms in certain positions.  "I could watch them all day," Peggy
whispered.  I nodded knowingly.

   We watched them from behind, from the side and from the front, until at
last the instructor got suspicious and ordered us out of the gym.  I could
have refused but there was no sense antagonizing the staff.  Once outside
we really didn't know where to go next Vinnie came up with a great idea.

   "Hey boss, you want to know what these girls know, right?  I mean, you
want to know the stuff they won't tell you."

   "That's correct."

   "Then one of us ought to bug the change room!  You saw how they talked
to each other.  We're bound to pick up something there."

   "I was just thinking about that," I lied.  "Okay, give me the equipment
and I'll go do it right now."

   "Hey, listen, if you don't want to ..." In his own way he was begging me
to let him do it, but as long as I paid his wages, I would make the big
decisions.  I took his tape recorder and microphone and went around to the
back of the building to look for another entrance.  It wasn't difficult to
find a window that had been left open.  Vinnie and Peggy looked pissed when
I left them standing there, but I was on the case.

   Inside the change room all was quiet.  Girls' clothing hung from hooks
inside the cubicles, the shower section was still dry, towels had been laid
out in neat piles, and the smell of soap, perfume, and just a dash of pussy
titillated my nose.  The directional microphone would pick up whatever it
was pointed at, and obviously I would have to be there to point it.  A bug
would only pick up a riot of babble.  So the first job was to find a place
to hide.  A broom closet was perfect for my purposes.  It bad a door that
wouldn't close properly, leaving a wide enough crack for the microphone and
my roving eyes.  Also it smelled bad inside, a sure sign that only the
cleaners went into it.  I tested the equipment and made myself comfortable
to wait for their arrival.

   There they were, all flushed now, sweaty, hurrying to get out of their
gym clothes and under the shower.  The showers were closer to me than the
cubicles, so there was another wait before the first disrobed body
appeared. I used that time to check around for profitable gossip.  Nothing.
At last one of the girls appeared and turned on one of the showers.  There
were no partitions between them, just two rows of nozzles and tips over a
raised and tiled area.  Other girls followed.  Once again my cock fought to
get out of my pants so it could expand and stand tall!  All those
eighteen-year-old girls, so innocent, such hard little pear tits, fuzzy
pussies, the top of the slit still visible through the down, their thighs
still boyishly firm, buttocks round and pert.  They stood under the showers
and let the water gush down over them to make their skin shine, and then
they lathered themselves up to make their bodies even more sensual.

   I was dying in that closet.  Feebly I pointed the microphone at various
girls and recorded whatever they said, but not a word that came through the
monitor registered with me.  My free hand grappled with my zip.  I let my
cock out and it reared up in the air, jubilant, throbbing, dying for just a
couple of strokes to bring it undone.  All those small tits, they hardly
moved when the girls bounced about!  Dollops of foam covered parts of their
bodies, water washed them all away, and it was like a strip show to see
them covered in soap one second, and stark, shining naked the next.  The
instructor didn't go under the shower but stood nearby to keep a sharp eye
on her charges.  I wondered what was going through her mind at that moment.


   I was about to succumb to acute masturbation when another girl entered
upon the scene.  It was the little blonde!  She had on her school uniform
and she took no notice of the girls.  Instead she went right up to the
instructor and whispered something in her ear.  Reflexively I pointed the
microphone at them and turned the receiving volume up as high as it would
go.  But I may have been too late.  The instructor shook her head and the
blonde left.  I became impatient to find out what had been said.  It
wouldn't have been too difficult to turn the tape back and find out, but
under the circumstances it would have been too distracting.  Those girls
kept bringing the beast out in me; I couldn't help myself.

   They were frolicking under the showers, pushing each other and throwing
hands full of water into each other's faces, and there was some wrestling
here and there.  The gym instructor told them to cut it out and for a
moment they did.  They washed themselves down and stood close together
under the cascade of hot water, their pert little bottoms pointing directly
at me, their hands rubbing their little breasts, faces turned up to the
water.  I felt like Frankenstein going through his metamorphosis!  My fangs
were growing along with my cock, I was covered in caveman hair, my nails
turned to claws, foam dripped from my lips, my body became hunched,
powerful, monstrous, and any second now I would jump from the closet with
an unearthly scream and I would ravish the nearest virgin!  God, I wanted
to!  They were turning off the showers now and toweling themselves down.  I
couldn't take it anymore!  My hand closed around my cock, moved up, then
down, and a gusher of hot sperm blew free, splashing up against the closet
door.  What a relief.  I found that my body was drenched in sweat and that
my breathing had a heart-attack quality.  Only slowly, as the girls changed
back into their uniforms and left the room, did my condition improve.  At
long last the instructor closed the door after them and I hurried out
through the window before the next class could pin me down.

   Peggy and Vinnie weren't far from the gym and Vinnie was looking very
pleased with himself.  "I got the pictures, boss," he winked, patting his
camera.  "We figured that since the window was open we might as well do a
little surveillance, right?"

   "I should have known." We sat down on a grassy knoll under a large shade
tree and I wound the tape back just far enough to catch the blonde's words
to the gym instructor.  They were disappointing.  "Was Lydia here this
morning?"

   "Who's Lydia?" Peggy wondered.

   "Probably her friend," I said.  "Let's interview some of the teachers,
gang, we're bound to get a few straight answers from them."

   "I think if you find Lydia you'll be a long way toward the answer," said
Peggy.  "Furthermore, I don't think the teachers in this school know their
ass from a hole in the ground.  These little girls are organized, Joe."

   "How would you know!" I snapped.  "Have you been reading my private
eye's manual again or what?"

   "I'm a woman," she said simply, "and I know when a woman is a cunning
rat whether she's nine or ninety.  That little blonde is a cunning rat."

   "Then why don't we question her?" I submitted.

   "Oh Joe," she sighed, "sometimes I wonder why I do all your work for
you. If you want to break a chain you look for the weakest link.  You don't
start pulling on the strongest!"

   I didn't bother to answer her.  However, we did go to Miss Parsons'
office to inquire after Lydia.  The headmistress told us right away that
Lydia had shared a room with Laurel for some time before the heiress'
disappearance.  I looked at Peggy and she looked at me.  "And where can we
find this young lady?" was my next question.

   "I believe she reported to the infirmary early this morning," said Miss
Parsons.  "By the way, Mr.  McCanoczek, have you any information for me on
my ...  er ...  little problem?"

   "None as yet but we're working on it," I assured her.  We hurried off to
the infirmary and found a nurse at the desk who told us that Lydia seemed
to have nothing wrong with her but that nevertheless she had put her in one
of the beds.  No one else was sick.  We closed the door behind us and
carefully turned the key in the lock so that the nurse wouldn't disturb us.
Then we tiptoed toward the girl lying all alone in the ward, sleeping. 
"Lydia?" I said.

   She jumped up in fright.  Wild eyes stared at us and when she saw who we
were she shot down under the blankets and told us to go away.  "You might
catch something!" she cried.  "I think I have the measles!"

   "Nonsense," I said, pulling the covers off her.  She had on a hospital
nightie that was a little too short for her.  Lydia was a very attractive
girl, I decided, the instant her little ass showed from under the hem.  She
was deeply tanned all over and she was quite strong.  At the same time she
was very frightened.  Green eyes peered up at me from a tousle of thick,
red hair, and her tanned hands clutched at the bedclothes as though she was
about to tunnel out of her situation.

   "Please, I can't tell you anything!  All I know is that Laurel was here
one day and gone the next!"

   "I think this lady is in need of some friendly persuasion," said Peggy.
The girl shrank back when my black secretary perched on the edge of her bed
but she couldn't go too far because I was on the other side of her and
Vinnie was leering at her from the foot end of the bed.  "Come now, baby,
tell us what else you know.  Relax, that's the girl, just take it easy, no
one's going to hurt you." Peggy caressed her arm and shoulder slowly,
speaking softly, the way one speaks to an alarmed horse.  Lydia calmed down
far enough for Peggy to shift into second gear.  Her long black fingers
stroked the girl's neck and moved over her shoulder toward the small
breasts under the nightie.  "Tell us everything you know and we'll promise
to look after you.  But if you don't ..."

   "What if I don't?" challenged Lydia.

   "If you don't we're going to torture you until you do tell us.  We won't
hurt you but we'll drive you crazy.  Would you like us to do that?" Peggy's
hand was squarely on the girl's left tit now, thumb and finger pinching at
the nipple.  Lydia looked down at that strange hand and she started to
shiver.  A small tear rolled down her cheek.  "What's it to be, baby, do we
have to titillate it out of you?"

   "You can't make me tell!" she exclaimed, but there was doubt in her
voice.  My hand took hold of her other tit and Vinnie pulled at her blanket
slowly, teasingly.  Lydia didn't know what to do.  "I'll call for the
nurse!" she cried.

   "Then you'll miss out on a lot of fun," I said in a quiet tone of voice.
That shut her up.  For a minute or so nothing was said.  Peggy and I
squeezed a tit each and Vinnie kept tugging the bedclothes off her inch by
inch.  Lydia was very tense.  Under her tan she had gone pale.  I wondered
how a redhead like her could get such a tan.  The answer came when Vinnie
pulled the sheets down over her pussy.  She was really a brunette.  Peggy
noticed it, too.

   "What did you dye your hair red for?" she asked.

   "No reason."

   "Was it because Laurel liked you better that way?"

   The girl kept her mouth shut.  A stubborn expression came into her eyes.
Peggy took the front of the nightie in her hand and with a sudden jerk tore
it wide open.  "If you don't talk, dear, we're going to be very
disappointed in you," she hissed.  Lydia was confused, but she just bit her
lip and remained silent.

   I took the tatters and tore them all the way down, then tore them again
into long strips.  The naked girl looked helpless, but delighted, there on
the hospital bed.  Her hands vainly tried to cover her intimate parts, but
she had three of them and only two hands.  Small, pink-nippled tits
delighted my eyes, that brush of brown hair invited closer inspection. 
Peggy stayed by her side and let a careless finger run along the girl's
body.  With Vinnie's help I tied Lydia's ankles to the bedposts.  When we
went to do the same to her wrists she snapped out of her passive state and
began to play the game.  "Don't, don't!" she cried, slashing at us with her
small fists.  "I'm not going to tell no matter what you do!  Just leave me
alone!"

   "I'm gonna make you hot-make you cum!" Peggy told the girl.  Using her
tongue, she traced a wet line across the girl's full lips, which opened
wide!  Lydia held still long enough for Vinnie and I to get her bonds in
place, and when the last knot had been tied she was spread-eagled, naked,
helpless, and in a state of arousal.  "Now tell us all you know," said
Peggy conversationally.  She sat on the side of the bed and let her hand
drift toward Lydia's clit.  "Everything, you hear?  Don't miss out a single
detail." Silence.

   Vinnie retired to the foot of the bed and peered at Lydia's pussy with
unabashed lechery.  His cock was in hand once again and he stroked it
slowly, reverently, coming in for close-ups now and then, but content with
a medium view of her delicate little twat.  I couldn't resist a closer look
either.  There was something utterly sexy about this woman, something
distilled and subtle.  Even though her shoulders were a little wider than
usual for a girl her build, she was a woman from head to toe.  Her breasts
were full enough to stand out from her chest even when she was lying down,
fulsome little pop-ups that made my lips itch for a taste.  Her nipples,
soft and flat like a top hat after it's been sat on, were high up, set back
from the peaks as it were.  Such softness, in such sharp contrast to the
mean look in her green eyes and the dyed red hair tousled about her feline
face.  I ran my hand down over her tits and along the flat plain of her
belly to the part between the two fins of her pelvic bones, where her pubic
bone pushed up arrogantly.  Her pubic hair felt dry and soft, such a young
shrub, tentative, just sprouted, doing nothing to hide the contours of her
flesh down there.  And her pussy was again in contrast to those bone
ridges; soft, full-fleshed lips pushed outward, enclosing the inner lips
and her clitoris securely, but yielding easily to the touch.  Those full
furrows of flesh parted to let in one finger to sample the tender, ragged
flesh underneath, only faintly moist.  I drew it up until the tip
contracted that familiar tuck under which her tiny clitoris lay in hiding.
For a while I moved my fingertip about rapidly, titillating her at full
speed, but that only made Lydia more uneasy.

   "Let me do it, Joe," said Peggy.  "Move out of the way, Vinnie, how can
I do my job with you hanging about?  Go on, stand in the corner or
something." As Lydia watched with suspicious eyes, the black woman eased
herself down between the girl's legs and opened up her little twat with
both thumbs.  For a moment she remained frozen in that position, her tongue
extended, holding the cunt open, her eyes shining with lust, and then, like
a true connoisseur, she bent over Lydia's pussy and began to lick it with
long, ice-cream eater's strokes.  At once Lydia's eyes closed and she
gnashed her teeth in an effort to withstand the barrage of stimuli, but I
could tell she didn't stand a chance.

   To help my secretary I made for Lydia's tits.  They tasted as delicious
as they looked, smooth and firm, and they fitted nicely when I concentrated
on one and opened my mouth wide.  Her flesh ballooned inside when I sucked
and I closed my teeth over it just enough to make her flesh chafe against
the grinding surfaces.  Lydia barely managed to stifle a moan.  Was she
excited?  If nothing else, she could control her face.  There was no way of
telling whether we were making progress, so I just kept on sucking and
biting at her tits, one after the other, savoring the fruits of youth.  Her
nipples were beginning to harden, I could definitely feel it!  I let go of
her tit and concentrated on the nearest one, taking it between my teeth and
nibbling at it until it was as hard as a bullet.  Success!

   Peggy was smacking her lips and slurping up fresh juices down there and
Lydia's face was more relaxed now.  Her eyes were slightly open and all I
could see was the whites.  That was a good sign.  A little more.  I
squeezed both tits hard so that the nipples stood out all the more and let
my tongue rotate about them.  Her body began to tremble.  "Okay, I said,
wrenching myself away, "that's enough for now.  Give me a cigarette,
Peggy."

   Lydia's eyes shot open, shocked, outraged.  "But-!" she said, then
clammed up again.  Sparks shot out of those green eyes.  I gave Peggy a
wink and the two of us had a cigarette while she twisted uncomfortably. 
She was a tough cookie, though.  I had underestimated her.  So, just to
give her a push in the right direction, I eased my finger into her cunt and
moved it back and forth without taking much overt interest in the process.
Privately, though, the sensation of her cunt flesh closed around my finger
sent my cock sky high!  After a minute or so I didn't want to know about
smoking.  I stubbed it out and lay between her long, slender legs to send
the finger right up her, and with passion.

   She liked that a lot.  At this stage of excitement she'd given up trying
to be angry.  Her mouth was slack and her face was flushed, sweaty. 
Although her bonds held her in position she moved about as much as
possible, throwing her body from side to side to give vent to some of the
passions building up in her.  I wanted to fuck her so badly that it hurt,
but I kept sending my big finger into that yielding pink flesh, pushing
hard so that her clitoris got a drubbing from the ball of my fist.  Lydia
loved it!  Those stifled moans rose into open cries of joy and her cunt
slurped and raspberried as her juices filled up her vaginal canal.  Each
time my finger emerged it looked oilier.  Also it had more room to move
about in.  She was tight but relaxing, and when I added a finger to the
intruder she hardly noticed it.  Her cunt stretched to accommodate the
extra flesh and droplets of juice hit me in the face when I pumped my
digits into her.  A tart fragrance enveloped me, filled me, and the urge to
eat her and fuck her at the same time was tearing me apart.

   "That's enough Joe, let her go for a moment." Peggy had to drag me off
her.  I wanted to see if I could get three fingers up her.  But I stood up
and slowly licked my fingers while Peggy demanded the information.  Lydia
seemed out of it.  Her eyes were closed and her head moved from side to
side as though she was lost in a dream.  Peggy snapped her out of it with a
couple of quick slaps.  "Now tell us what you know," she insisted.

   "Make love to me!" she moaned.

   "Not until you tell us.  Then I'll let Joe loose on you.  You know how
big his cock is?  Show her, Joe." I dropped my pants and a greedy
expression came to Lydia's face.  "It's all yours if you'll tell us what we
want to know." Lydia made her choice.  She shook her head and, though she
kept looking at my erect cock, she said she would never tell.

   "They'd kill me if I did!" she said.  "I want to help you, don't you
understand, but they'd rip my tongue out!"

   "How would you like him to come in your face?" Peggy countered.  She
pointed at Vinnie, who came forward at once, cock in hand, eagerness in his
eyes.  Lydia pulled a face.  "We'll protect you afterwards," Peggy went on,
"but we have to know." Lydia refused to tell.  "Okay, Vinnie, she's all
yours."

   "While he's doing that," I whispered, "do you think you could take care
of this hard-on for me?"

   "I would but it's our only ace right now," said Peggy.

   Vinnie stood by the side of the bed and masturbated mightily.  His knob
was pointed right at Lydia's face and the girl was doing everything to get
away from it.  For inspiration, the chauffeur grabbed her cunt and mauled
it for a moment, then did the same to her tits.  One hand beating his dick,
the other in his mouth to suck off the cunt juice and sweat, he leered down
at her and threatened to drown her in his sperm.  She didn't know that
Vinnie never had more than a few drops to spare, and so she expected the
worst.  I just wished he'd hurry up so we could get on with the next phase.


   "This is your last chance, honey," Peggy reminded her.  Lydia shook her
head violently and closed her eyes so she wouldn't see the load when it
broke loose.  Vinnie gave his cock a couple of swift tugs and there it
came, thin drops of semen drooling out of his red-raw cock all over her
face.  Lydia giggled, unimpressed.  "Aw fuck it!" Peggy said angrily.  "I
cart see we're going to have to get nasty with this girl.  Stick your fist
up her cunt, Joe, let's drop this nice stuff."

   "All right." I squatted down between her legs and pressed three bunched
fingers into her cunt.  Lydia became very aroused and I could feel the
wetness of her soft, tender pussy walls begin to coat my fingers.  She was
hot-hotter than she knew-and I felt it was now time to make her cum! 
Carefully, I began a gentle in-and-out motion, using my three digits to
finger fuck her.  She moaned out loud and her cunt bucked against my hand.
The little bitch was hot ...she wanted more!

   Since my hand was thoroughly coated with her juices, it was easy to slip
still one more finger into her spasming hole.  Her nipples were bright pink
now with excitement and I had to admit, my cock was jumping and throbbing
against my leg.  It wanted to bury itself deep inside her hot little
snatch! But our mission was to get vital information.  I figured if I made
her cum enough, she'd tell everything she knew!  I was wrong!

   It didn't take me long to realize that she wanted still more, maybe my
whole hand up inside her.  The thought turned me on, I must admit, as I'd
never fist fucked anyone before and didn't even know if it could really be
done.  But by the way that her cunt muscles kept sucking up my fingers, I
knew she was the type to try anything once if it was sexual!  I now
inserted the last finger of my hand in easily.  The look of pure lust on
her face was a sight to see.  Her pussy hole gaped wide open and my hand
disappeared inside.  It was tight, like a vise, in there but also very
sexually stimulating.  Wild!  She started to fuck my hand and arm, crying
out like a woman gone crazy.  "More!" she screamed.  "Give me more!" I
didn't have anything else to give her!

   Peggy couldn't believe her eyes.  She'd never seen anyone so hot before
in a sexual ecstasy that went beyond anything I'd ever experienced. 
Clearly we were on the wrong track, but none of us could stop it.  I worked
my hand round and round, and still her cunt kept on opening up.  Her labia
had merged with her body or had gone into the hole, only a little bush of
pubic hair served to remind me of her former shape.  My fist moved to and
fro ever so slightly, and it twisted about to loosen up her pussy even
more. Then, without warning, it seemed to open right up and take a bite. 
All I saw sticking out of her body was my wrist.

   "Jesus Christ!" said Peggy.  She had let go of Lydia and was gaping at
the sight.  "Unbelievable!" Involuntarily her hand went down to her own
cunt, rubbing her labia, pinching her clitoris, and, after doing that for a
while, she lay on the bed in such a position that she could look right at
Lydia's distended cunt and jerk off at the same time.  Vinnie was abusing
himself desperately.  And Lydia was in a state of shock.  All I knew was
that my hand was inside a vise of flesh and that her cunt had a grip on my
wrist that was cutting off the circulation.  But it was terrific just the
same.  Wet, firm flesh pressed down on me, I could move my fingers
slightly, enough to explore the whole cavity, but what impressed me most
was seeing my hand stuck up her cunt.  At last I recalled what the nature
of our mission was.  Peggy and Vinnie were coming in their own ways, and my
cock felt like a hot poker.  Slowly, carefully, I pulled back on my fist,
and once again her cunt opened wide to let my hand past the barriers.

   Lydia was moaning softly.  Trickles of juice formed at the lower section
of her cunt hole.  Her breasts were heaving and I got the impression that
was lost in an orgasm the size of an ocean.  We had not only failed to get
any information from her, we had even failed to put pressure on her.  On
top of that I was getting immensely frustrated and there really was no
point in fucking this girl now that her pussy was the size of the Kimberley
Hole.

   We had a cigarette while Lydia recuperated.  Peggy saw how depressed I
was so she put her cigarette in the ashtray and lay her head in my lap,
face down.  My cock responded at once to her full lips closing about it. 
Her warm spit flowed about my sorely tried knob and soothed it, her tongue
spiraled about my stem and drained it of tension, and when she started to
bob her head up and down I felt only lust.  Fuck the case, I thought,
life's not about making collars and big bucks, it's all about getting laid
and having pretty girls blow you now and then.  Peggy was a mistress of the
art without trying.  In minutes she had converted that ache in my cock into
sheer pleasure.  Her lips dragged up and down along the stalk, masturbating
me orally, and all I could do was lie back and love it.

   She took me up to the point at which it became a matter of urgency to
get off.  To the end I sat up and took her head between my hands.  She knew
the routine.  Her mouth and throat relaxed as I started to fuck her face
with long strokes, but only enough to let me push it down her throat.  She
still maintained enough fleshy pressure on me to make it feel like I was
fucking a friendly and familiar pussy.  Slowly, savoring every beat, I
pushed my cock deep into her mouth, sighing, feeling hot and tingly all
over, and at last my balls got the signal.  A flood of sperm, accumulated
during hours of frustration, now rolled out of my dick and filled Peggy's
mouth to bursting.  She coughed, spluttered, but bravely managed to swallow
most of what I fed her.  With every strong ejaculation I felt a little
better, and when the last drop had rolled down her throat I was a new man.

   "Remind me to give you a raise," I said, pulling my pants back on. 
Peggy just shrugged and went- over to Lydia again.

   "I was just thinking," she told the girl, "that your parents would be
very interested in seeing what you do at school.  Hey, Vinnie, get one of
the cameras.  You're going to take pictures of me eating this lovely little
chick out.  Let's see how mother and father like that, huh?"

   "Oh Jesus, no!" Lydia was really scared now.  "No, anything but that. 
I'll tell you the name of a girl who's got the whole story.  I mean, I'm
not in the club but she is."

   "What is this club?" I asked.

   "Oh, just a figure of speech.  This girl is on the 'in', you know.  If I
give you her name will you let me go?"

   "As long as you understand we can take you in again at any time," Peggy
said threateningly.

   "Yeah, I know it.  See Maree Laverne, she'll help you."

   CHAPTER FOUR

   Maree Laverne was a dark-eyed Mediterranean beauty whose ripe figure
made her look older than her eighteen years.  She had an oval face and
large brown eyes, her lips were a red cupid's bow, and her nose was small
and straight.  Thick, rich curls cascaded down over her shoulders and just
reached her collar bones, which is where her breasts began.  Even in her
school uniform, designed to be asexual, she excited me.  Those full pouting
breasts pushed up and out, and when she talked she always made sure they
were pointed at the person she addressed.  A major distraction.  But her
eyes were very captivating, too.  Big and dark, mellow, they could flash
suddenly with a raunchy sensuality, and when that happened my cock went up
as if it was a flick knife.

   It was late afternoon when I found her.  Vinnie and Peggy were doing the
interviews with teachers.  By means of close questioning I had discovered
that Maree liked to take walks by the lake all by herself.  And after a
long traipse through the woods, that's where I found her.  She didn't seem
surprised to see me and she was quite cordial during the preliminary bout.
As soon as I got down to brass tacks, however, she closed down.

   "Why do you think I know anything about this?" she asked after fending
off my questions for about five minutes.  "There are hundreds of girls in
this school and most of them knew Laurel better than I did.  Go ask them."

   "Your name was mentioned," I said.

   "Whoever it was, I'll get her ass for this," she said darkly, her big
eyes stared moodily over the placid lake while her hands automatically
tucked her dress under her thighs.  Now and then the wind blew it out of
the way to reveal milky thighs to my sex-starved eyes.  When I offered her
a cigarette she accepted it without a word.  It was very peaceful by the
edge of the lake.  The day was warm and still, just hot air sandwiched
between a blue sky and the earth.  During the silence I heard the snap of a
twig somewhere in the woods.  When I turned around I saw a girl coming at
us through the trees.  It was Lydia.

   "Oh, thank goodness I found you!" she panted when she saw Maree beside
me.  "I'm sorry, Maree, I had to tell them something!" She snickered, and
asked in a low voice, "Will you ever forgive me?"

   "Why me?" said Maree.  For a moment she reminded me of the godfather.

   "Because ...  well, let's not talk about it," said Lydia.  "Anyone feel
like going for a swim?"

   "Why shouldn't we talk about it?" I said.  But then I did the quickstep.
"Yeah, I feel like a swim."

   "Yeah, why not," Maree said.  She gave Lydia a dirty look and started to
take off her clothes.  "The girls in this college are nothing but big
mouths anyway.  But don't get your hopes up, mister, you're not getting
anything out of me.  In my family there's nothing worse than a snitch."

   "Well, we'll talk about it later," I said airily.  Maree had taken off
her dress and tie, and was unbuttoning her blouse.  I felt as if I was at
the unveiling of a masterpiece.  Bit by bit her beautiful, creamy white
tits were revealed until her bra took over.  She hung the shirt on a bush
and reached behind her to take the garment off.  I couldn't breathe.  In my
excitement I'd forgotten about getting undressed.  I just stood there with
my hands by my side, tongue hanging out, waiting.  The bra came off and out
came a pair of tits that belonged in the Smithsonian.  Big and perfectly
round, with brownish pink nipples pushing dead ahead, her tits stuck out
from her collar bones and arched sensually back to her chest, at which
point her stomach curved out and back into snuggle in between her thighs.
She was just a little overweight, just enough to have the air of an earth
mama.  A thicket of dark hair covered her pussy, and when she walked away
from me toward the lake I saw a tuft of hair sticking out from the backs of
her thighs.  And what an ass she had!  Two hams that were firm enough to
keep their rounded shapes without spilling out of her thighs.  When one
went up the other went down and relaxed briefly before taking its turn, a
beautiful motion that made my knees weak just to look at it.  I hardly took
any notice of Lydia, even though she was also naked and lovely.  She had
been seen.  Maree was the novelty.  And on top of that she had an ass that
a man could hang on to during a wild fuck!

   The girls struck out for the far side of the lake, and I quickly took
off my clothes to dive in after them.  While they were still out of earshot
the girls talked about something, but as soon as I came too close they shut
up and swam on.  The other side of the lake was a long way away and my
condition wasn't so hot.  The only thing that kept me going, or rather the
only things, were those two white asses ahead of me.  I didn't know what
their game was but I was willing to go to any lengths to find out.

   Just as I thought I'd die we reached the shore, and the girls stumbled
out of the water to fall to the grass and lie there, panting heavily.  I
joined them.  For the time being sex wasn't on my mind.  I wanted only to
recover.

   "Hey ...  what's your name?" Maree said suddenly.

   "Joe McCanoczek," I said tiredly.

   "Hey Joe, how about you drop this case?  I can assure you that Laurel is
in no danger.  Your presence in the school is her only problem, as a matter
of fact."

   "I'd like to see her with my own eyes," I said tersely.  "How do I know
you're not lying to me?"

   "That's out of the question," Maree said.  "Either you take my word for
it or you forget it and we'll get rid of you some other way."

   "Who's we?" said I.  "You and the entire Red Army?  Come on, girly, make
sense." I sat up and glared at her, only to find that Maree had arranged
herself in a most seductive pose.  One leg lay flush with the ground, the
other was drawn up and at an angle to her torso, so that her pussy became
the center of interest no matter which way you looked at her.  The pubic
area was still wet from swimming and her dense bush lay slicked back
against her flesh so that the form of her generously proportioned cunt made
an immediate impression on me.  Above that were her tits, proud, pushy, the
nipples literally daring me to come closer.  I wanted to, desperately, but
first I wanted to know what her game was.

   "Just me and Lydia, honey," she said softly.  A smile graced her lovely
features now, making her eyes so mellow that they melted me in a second. 
"Why should we talk about dreary things when there are just the three of us
here, all alone?"

   "When it comes to a choice between business and pleasure," I said,
crawling toward her, "I pick pleasure every time." I lay down beside her
and invited her to sit on my face.  Maree looked shocked for a moment, then
pulled herself together, and with a deep blush she straddled my face. 
Lydia, less of a stranger to me, took the initiative by taking my cock in
hand and looking at it very closely as if she wanted to smell it out before
she got too familiar with it.  I hoped for the best, but Maree's cunt
dominated my mind.  It was a fat little thing, swollen and firm, opening
easily to give me a generous view of her tight, pink cunt hole.  She looked
down at me, her hands hanging by her side uneasily because she didn't know
what to do with them.  Her eyes were watching me closely, suspiciously, and
she was stiff all over.  Since she didn't know what to expect I took my
time getting down on her.  For the first phase I contented myself by
looking up into her slit and running the palms of my hands lightly over her
fulsome cheeks.

   Lydia took my knob into her mouth and gripped at my stalk with tight
lips to draw my cock back, stretching it, then opening up wider and going
right down over it.  I was only half hard and she was able to take me
inside without any discomfort.  But it felt so lovely to feel her lips
around the hilt that blood poured in by the gallon and expanded my tool
until she gagged on it.  Now I was too excited to continue my game.  I had
to have a taste of this ripe little girl!

   Maree shuddered as my tongue ran along the pink valley of her cunt.  I
did my best not to shock her too much, but it was hard to hold back.  She
tasted so fresh, womanly, and yet immature.  Even though she was still
worrying about whether she ought to sit on men's faces or not, her juices
oozed out with ill-modulated passion: the upper half of her was girl, the
lower half woman.  I ate the woman while the girl made up her mind. 
Eventually her cunt made her mind up for her.

   Suddenly Maree was wet and restless, her pussy pressed down over my
mouth harder to get more tongue impact.  Her hips shuddered with an
unearthly rhythm so that it was hard for me to get my tongue to the right
places.  But it seemed that any part of her cunt was a good part and so I
licked with abandon, slobbering all the way up and all the way down,
tasting her and kissing her, sucking more juice out of her hole and
drinking it down in deep drafts.  Far away, in another dimension, Lydia was
sucking my cock.  It was background music to a great drama.  Maree's pussy
soared above the average cunt in wetness, form, and just sheer edibility.
Somehow it and my mouth meshed, making it compulsory for me to eat and eat
and eat until my jaws ached and my face was covered in the nectar of her
best part.

   I pushed her back and toyed with her dark pubic hairs, ran my fingers
along the open lips and tickled her clitoris.  Maree had her eyes tightly
shut and her beautiful big tits heaved stormily as she tried to stay
abreast of the action.  But she couldn't hold out.  The moment I brought my
mouth back against her cunt she started to squeal at a very high pitch,
wounded bird cries that rose higher and higher until they were soundless.
And then, with that same adolescent lack of temperance, she let out a long
scream and fell backward, her arms and legs flailing out of control.  Poor
Lydia had to dodge her quickly or she might have damaged my cock.  The
redhead quickly pushed her friend out of the way and resumed sucking,
though.  She had acquired a taste for it.

   While Maree rested I managed to get a finger into her snatch and that
kept her on the burner till she was ready for the real thing.  Lydia did
the same for me.  I waited for as long as I could but then it was a matter
of being ready or not, here I come.  I pushed Maree over on her back and
mounted her.  At once her hand reached down and guided my wet cock into her
wet pussy.  It eased into her without the slightest resistance.  She was
tight but so well lubricated that I was almost sucked into her.  Lydia was
quick to adapt She lay beside Maree, her ass alongside the girl's head, so
I could reach her brunette pussy with my tongue.  I noticed that her cunt
hole had shrunk back to its girlish proportions-a brief observation
because, a split second later, I had my face buried in her muff and was
eating for dear life.

   How sweet it was!  My cock rode in and out of Maree's perfect cunt, my
hands mauled those big, plump tits, and my tongue dove in and out of
Lydia's tasty pussy.  I had to grit my teeth to stop from blowing right
away, and not long into the fuck I had to stop altogether to give my balls
a chance to settle down.  But even stationery it felt wild!  It was as
though her cunt had magic powers.  Small twitches and contractions rippled
about the hard flesh of my cock, soft pressure, warm wetness, and the feel
of those resilient big tits squeezing through my fingers, all left me
hovering on the brink for a moment.  But then I recovered myself, and with
long, easy strokes I began to fuck and suck again.

   They were both moaning and groaning, bringing their pussies in closer
for larger doses of cock and tongue.  Maree reached back and took hold of
one of Lydia's tits, rolling the nipple between two fingers expertly. 
Lydia ran her fingers through the rich curls on Maree's head.  But then I
started to fuck in earnest, and the girls soon forgot about everything
else. I brought Maree's legs up so that the backs of her legs were hard
against my shoulders.  This opened her cunt up so wide that I barely felt
her pussy flesh when I entered, and it gave me a springboard from which to
dive into her cunt even more deeply.  Lydia had to change her position to
fit in with this.  She got up and turned her ass toward me, then bent over
and rested with both hands on the ground in the leapfrog position.  Her
lean buns were parted before me and with every lick of my tongue I gave her
a rim job as well.  But that was a secondary activity.  I was putting most
of my strength into battering Maree's pussy with my indefatigable cock.

   How good it felt to be banging it into her.  I saw her full tits bob and
ripple with every stroke, saw her bite her bottom lip in the agony of
ecstasy, felt her nipples turn hard and stay that way, and then all those
lovely little cries of passion started up again, music to my ears.  Her
cunt joined in with wet sounds and sudden farts, egging me on, driving my
cock in from different angles, coming in from up high to chafe against her
clitoris.  Now her fists were beating on the grass beside her, her body
rollicked uncontrollably, those cries of passion were getting higher again,
harder, harder, shoving it up her, bayoneting her, totally manipulating
this little cunt while her friend was getting the tongue-lashing of her
life!

   Maree reached a crescendo.  Her body went rigid and shook as though she
had the bends.  Harsh cries, low grunts, echoed through the woods.  And
then she went limp, sighing away into a lump of flaccid flesh, into a
euphoric coma.  At once I pulled my cock out, grabbed Lydia in a half
Nelson and put it to her.  Fucking her, I walked her over to a tree and
made her support herself against it.  Then I grabbed hold of her boyish
buns, pulled my cock right out of her, and slugged it into her like a
haymaker.  Lydia let out a yell and almost lost her balance.  She
straightened up just in time to receive the next blow, and then we were off
and running.  Her back shook and swayed, her hands clutched at the tree
trunk and her knees kept on buckling, but somehow she stayed in the line of
fire.  My cock reamed in and out of her at full speed, bumping against the
entrance to her womb, then withdrawing and barging up her once more.  She
couldn't take it.  A cry of ecstasy came from her lips and then she fell to
the ground like she had been de-boned.

   I surveyed the two girls with pride and then stood over Maree, jerking
off slowly.  She looked up at me with glassy eyes, nothing registered. 
When I was close to coming I kneeled down over her and pushed my cock
between her lips.  My closed fist kept pumping at my dick until the sperm
rushed along the stalk and spilled out into her mouth.  Maree just
swallowed it all as best she could but I wasn't sure if she was with it.  I
drained myself into her mouth before giving up.  Her throat muscles gulped
every last drop of my jizz as she swallowed again and again!  She liked the
taste!

   When they regained their senses they treated me quite differently.  Now
I was a man, not just an intruder from another planet.  Maree didn't have
to be pressed for information now.  She volunteered it.  "I'll take you to
where she is," she said after we had swum back to the other shore.  "You'll
have to drive me to my place, though, and that's in San Francisco."

   "That's no trouble."

   "And you have to keep it a secret.  If any of the girls find out that
I'm taking you there they'll kill me."

   "Why should it matter to them?"

   "Why?" Maree seemed nonplussed for a moment.

   "Because nobody liked her," said Lydia quickly.  "She was a very
unpopular girl, Joe, and so when Maree's father ...  well, anyway, nobody
here wants her back."

   I looked from one to the other, more confused than ever.  Maree assured
me there was nothing to worry about it.  I left it at that.  The girls were
cooperating, no point trying to stretch my luck.  Only when I got back to
the school I found a message to call Mrs.  Van de Kut at once.  And when I
did she informed me that the ransom note had arrived.

   "They want a quarter of a million dollars, Joe," said the dowager. 
"That's an awful lot of money.  I want you to get to the bottom of this as
soon as possible, or else I shall have to pay."

   "I'm following up a major clue at this moment, Mrs.  Van," I told her.
"By tomorrow I should have good news for you."

   "It'll be a great favor to us both," she replied.  "If this ransom stays
in my bank I will transfer a goodly portion of it to your bank."

   Incentive piled on top of incentive.  "Okay, I have to go to San
Francisco for a day or so," I told my staff, "and while I'm away I want you
to get documentary evidence of widespread masturbation for Miss Parsons,
and if you hear anything good pass it on to me.  For the rest I know you'll
keep yourself amused." Vinnie thanked me from the bottom of his heart and
Peggy winked at a girl standing not far from her.  She'd been making
friends.

   Maree and I went to Miss Parsons' office and told her that we'd be back
soon.  The headmistress asked no questions, offered no objections, she
wished us godspeed and that was that.  Something was wrong somewhere.  My
old private eye's bones gave me the message.  Everything was moving too
slickly, everyone was too agreeable all of a sudden.  But then I couldn't
see why Maree would lie to me.

   She put her bag in the back of the car and joined me on the front seat.
A few of the girls waved goodbye to her as we drove through the grounds,
among them the little blonde.  "Who is that girl?" I asked Maree. 
"Everywhere I go I see her."

   "Oh, her, she's just a nosey bitch, that's all," Maree shrugged.  She
was out of uniform now and had on a low-cut top and tight jeans, a bit of
make-up and high platform shoes, which, instead of making her look older as
she'd intended, made her look like a pretentious twelve-year old.  I loved
it!  As we drove I kept taking peeks at the phenomenal bosom, the crotch of
her jeans, and false eyelashes, everything about her was erotic, desirable,
and wanton.  She sat close to me and her hand rested casually on my upper
thigh.  When we reached the freeway and the car needed only the minimum of
attention from me, her hand moved a little higher until it had a firm grasp
on my cock.

   "Careful now," I warned her.  "If you lead me astray this car will
follow."

   "I'm just being friendly," she said, snuggling up to me and caressing my
cock openly.  "Do you want me to sit on my side?"

   "Oh no, it's all right, you can stay where you are." My cock responded
wholeheartedly to the stroking of that childish hand.  Hard and thick, it
caused a heavy ridge in my lap, and Maree's fingers kept on tracing the
outline of it, teasing me, driving me bananas!  I kept the speed down to
about fifty and stayed in the right hand lane.  Let the other cars zoom off
into the distance, I was in no hurry.  Maree undid the zip and groped about
inside my pants until she came upon my cock.  I lifted my cheeks and made
it easy for her to take it out.  At the same time I shifted toward her and
rested my right foot on her side of the floor.  Maree knew how to take a
hint.  Now that my cock was up and accessible, she leaned over it and
stroked it with both hands, while her hair brushed over my glands.  Her
mouth was close, closer, her hot breath flowed past my sensitive skin, but
she held back for excruciating seconds.  Suddenly I wanted nothing more
from life than to be blown!  If only she would get down to it!

   I reached out with my right arm and held her close to me, at the same
time applying downward pressure so that she would have to suck my dick. 
Mischievously she held her head up.  The car was on a sort of automatic
pilot.  One hand remained on the steering wheel, my eyes vaguely took in
the long road ahead, but the rest of my being was concentrating on the
mouth hovering over my cock.  "Come on, baby, give it to me," I said
pleadingly.  Still no response.  Her fingers closed around my dick and
began to rub it up, her hot breath stimulated me, but that warm wet mouth
remained out of reach.

   In the end she looked up at me with her mellow brown eyes and said: "I'm
sorry, Joe, it just doesn't seem right in a car.  I'd love to do it to you
...  but I can't!"

   "What do you mean?" I said irritably.  "Are you afraid someone will see
you?  So what if they do?  They'll never see you again."

   "It's not that." She buried my cock and zipped me up, then sat with her
back against the other door and chewed on her nails.  Her legs were wide
apart and it seemed as though that subtle bulge was cocked up at me.  I
moved about uncomfortably in an attempt to get my cock in a more suitable
position and thought how nice it would be to fuck her with abandon.  She
had a point, cars were not the place for heavy sex.  There was only one
thing for it.

   "How about we pull over at a rest stop and go behind the bushes?"

   "Outdoors?" She looked at me as if I was crazy.  "No, Joe, I'm sorry. 
That may be normal to you but I'm not that worldly."

   "You want to check into a motel then?"

   "Oh, could we!  Yes, that'd be wonderful!" She lunged at me and wrapped
her arms about my neck to give me a big kiss.  It was getting dark and the
big neon signs along the freeway were already on, blinking, multicolored,
and enticing.

   "We'll have to register as father and daughter," I told her.  "And
you're going to have to take off those eyelashes and make-up.  Look
innocent at least until we get into our own room.  Another thing, could you
wear something over that top?  Those tits make you look like Lolita."

   "Afraid they'll suspect something?" she smirked.

   "Terrified." I could see it now, Joe 'jailbait' McCanoczek goes to
trial. That crime got the biggest sentences because the judges were mad
with jealousy.  They wanted teenage pussy and if they couldn't have it, the
guy who got it would pay dearly for it.  I'd been in the business for a
long time, I'd seen men go up for trial a hundred times, and after a while
you get to realize that the symbol for justice shouldn't be a blindfolded
woman holding balances; it should be a crotchety old man suffering from a
war injury, standing on top of steeples with both thumbs turned down.  So I
took care to see that Maree followed my instructions.  By the time we
reached the lobby she looked like my daughter.  Both of us were swarthy and
good looking, and now that she had her platforms off and her flatties on
she was able to hold my hand and still resemble a forlorn child.  The
person behind the counter didn't even raise an eyebrow when I asked for a
room with two beds.

   "Isn't this marvelous!" she said when the door had been locked behind
us. "Look, color TV and everything!  I'm going to take a bath first, Joe,
I'm still dirty from that swim in the lake."

   "I'll have one with you," I said quickly.  My whole body throbbed like
an aroused cock.  Alone at last!  It was a heady sensation to be close to
Maree, to watch her undress, and to know there wasn't the slightest chance
of anyone's discovering us.  She was mine to do with as I pleased.  She
removed her clothes quickly but I wasn't far behind.

   "You have to stay here for a moment," she said seriously.  "I have to
pee first."

   "So do I.  I'll tell you what, why don't we pee together?"

   "That's disgusting!" she said, wrinkling her nose.

   "Come on, let's see what it's like." I pushed her into the bathroom, a
shiny affair of white tiles and long mirrors.  No matter where we stood we
could catch our reflections.  In her bare feet she barely reached five
feet, to my six, and for a moment there I thought of myself as her father.
But then her big ripe tits hove into view and my tingling balls told a
different story.  "Get into the tub," I said, "and stand up in front of me.


   "I usually sit down."

   "Stop being a baby.  Go ahead, get in the tub with me." We faced each
other and there was a long pause.  I had fight down an erection before a
drop of piss would pass through, and she had to sort out psychological
problems before she could accept the situation she found herself in.  But a
twisted spurt of piss arched through the air and landed at her feet, and
right away there was a change in her behavior.

   "Wow!" she said, looking at my quarter-hard cock in awe.  "That must be
great to piss like that.  Look at me, I can do it too!" And with a squeal
she reached down to her furry pussy and parted her lips with two fingers,
forcing her thumbs behind the skin flaps so that her inner cunt bulged out.
A moment later a thin, golden stream of piss leapt out at me and ran down
my leg, warm piss that brought shivers to my body.  The last of her shyness
disappeared.  She moved forward, legs wide apart, her pussy inside out,
aiming her trickle of piss at me so that it splashed against my inner thigh
and mine hit her squarely in the navel and poured down into her pubic hair
and over her.  cunt.  For the first time in my life I wanted to piss
forever!  The thrill was subtle, elusive, but strong for all that, feeling
the warm piss from her body and seeing mine drip through that most coveted
part of hers ...  but soon, all too soon, our bladders were empty and the
thrill faded.

   Maree switched on the taps and rinsed the piss out of the tub before
putting in the plug and filling it halfway with hot water.  We sat down
then and helped each other to lather up.  The golden shower had been the
entree.  Now we restrained ourselves only because we knew we had all the
time in the world, all the conveniences, and on top of that we wanted to
tease ourselves into a higher state of lust.  It wasn't easy, though,
especially when she soaped up her big tits routinely, just as she'd been
doing for years.  The sensual sheen of her flesh, the blobs of soap
suspended from her nipples, watching her wash her face like a little girl,
all that made my cock stick out of the water like a buoy.  When she wanted
her back washed she turned her back to me and got down on all fours so I
could do her ass too.  This was where the teasing almost got out of
control. I lodged my cock vertically against the split of her big buns and
wiped her back down with a washcloth, moving my dick as the cloth moved. 
She started to push back into me, daring me to go further, to take her from
behind.  By the time I'd lathered down to the small of her back my knob was
awfully close to her asshole, and the temptation was balanced only by the
certainty that she wouldn't welcome a cock up that particular orifice.  No,
hold on a bit longer, I told myself.  I wanted to fuck her up the ass but
to do it I would have to choose the right time.

   So I backed off and washed her ass very carefully, shoving the washcloth
up her anus with one finger and evoking squeals from the girl.  There was
much that I could teach her about sex and I planned to give her a crash
course.  Already she'd discovered that a finger up the ass can be fun.  In
the bedroom I would show her that quantity in that department was quality.
When she did my back there was no reticence, although she did run the tip
of her finger curiously over my sphincter muscles.  I groaned to tell her
how good that felt, but she withdrew it quickly and turned her attention to
my balls.

   After rinsing each part of our bodies very carefully we got out of the
tub and dried ourselves down in front of the big mirrors.  "Do you really
think they believe I'm your daughter?" Maree asked.

   "It doesn't really make any difference.  Even if we had produced birth
certificates and photographic evidence, they'd think I was screwing you by
now.  You're irresistible, that's the point."

   "Oh, that's nice of you to say," she said.  We were clean, dry, and
ready except for our hair.  Maree had a blow dryer in her case and we sat
on the bed with it.  She did mine and then her own, and when that was done
she said with an impish smile: "You know what I do with this machine
sometimes?  I get off with it.  No, don't laugh, it's true.  Only don't
tell anyone.  Look, I'll show you." She directed the stream of warm air to
her tits and turned the thing on full blast A high-pitched whine
accompanied the blast of air and I could imagine what the people in the
next room were thinking: vibrator!  Well, they weren't far wrong.  The
stream of warm air made her nipples stand up and already she was less
occupied with showing me than doing it to herself.  Now the stream moved
downward, her legs opened wide, her free hand parted the labia, and now the
hot air blasted away at her clitoris without obstruction.  I could only sit
by and watch with envy.  Women had so many ingenious ways of jerking off
whereas, men were more or less confined to the old fist.  There she went,
going limp, moaning slightly, her hips bucking erratically, until suddenly
she snapped taut like a drawn rope, and then relaxed completely.

   "Isn't that awful of me?" she laughed when she turned the machine off.
"It's dangerous, too, I could get a shock from it or something.  But it's
so nice that I can't resist it."

   "Come here," was all I said.  Her pussy was still hot from the dryer,
but hardly dry.  Trickles of whitish ooze appeared as soon as I opened her
up, and my tongue quickly flicked left and right to get it all.  Maree lay
back, her head high on a mound of pillows, her hands idly caressing the
tips of her tits.  She knew how to luxuriate, that girl.  Her legs were
drawn up wide apart and her eyes were half closed, there was nothing she
had to do but to let me eat her.  And as I burrowed into that teenage cunt
and drank her ample juices and nibbled her clitoris and did all the other
things women are fond of, she drifted away into a voluptuous doze, moaning
softly, pinching her nipples.  The most effortful thing she did was to lift
both her tits up to her lips and kiss the nipples.  But that exhausted her.
She reclined once more and let me push her into dreamland.

   What a cunt!  It felt meaty in my mouth, plump as a pheasant, and the
fluids drooling from it were like a side dish of olives.  The tart
fragrance of her cunt had to be breathed right in to be savored, the way
one does with a good cigarette.  And the silken texture of her inner
thighs, with those little chicken bones at either side of her cunt, kept my
hands abuzz with sensual experiences.  For most of the time I was too
intent on eating her to give my eyes a chance.  All they saw was dark pubic
hair.  But now and then I drew back to check on her condition and to take
in the fleshy vista of her pussy while it was so wide open and gloriously
wet.  It was, I discovered, the best angle to view Maree from.  When she
was dressed she was just attractive and busty, a self-assured school girl
who would soon be a ball buster of the first order with dozens of rejected
lovers bobbing in her wake.  But from here the first thing one saw was her
was her cunt, the slash of womanhood, an eternal reminder that her center
of gravity lay not in her looks, her mind, or her tits, but right between
her legs.  Her cunt was the sun, and every other part of her merely
revolved about it, no matter how hard she might pretend to be something
other than mortal.  And this little shrine would see many worshippers, all
of whom would be pre-dated by me!  That gave me grim satisfaction.  This
cunt that secreted its nectar into my mouth now would entertain all kinds
of men in the future, but none of them would know how it had once been. 
The eighteen-year-old mystique.  They would fantasize but I would know, and
there would be moments when her peculiar taste would repeat on me, or her
perfume would be revived by another.  Yes, I had arrived.

   Another bite, another nibble, licking her clitoris with strong pressure,
sucking her juices out noisily, nudging her cunt with my nose while my
tongue flicked at her asshole-did she like it?  It was hard to tell.  I
eased my hands up under her buns and lifted her up to get a better shot at
her puckered little hole.  Now the tip of my tongue pressed down on her
anus directly, and her only response was to part her legs a bit further. 
Thus encouraged, I parted her cheeks with both hands and pushed my tongue
deeper up that musky, nervously tight orifice, dipping it in and out like a
little wet cock.  "Oooooohhhh Jeeeeesus!" I heard her moan.  My nose pushed
hard against her cunt and my jaws ached with the effort of keeping my
tongue extended, but nothing could stop me.  I tongue-fucked her until I
was sure she recognized her asshole as being an erogenous zone.  And to
make doubly sure I had her roll over on her belly.  Then, holding her ass
wide open, I lay face down on her and licked her split until she was
writhing in ecstasy.  So was I.  Her ass exercised a strong fascination
over me.  Those bulbous, firm cheeks were utterly squeezable, and her
asshole was unbelievably soft to the touch.  Each time my tongue dug into
her tight tunnel it was like entering a pit of wet silk, and then to feel
her delicate tremors, and to hear her small cries of astonishment and
bliss, was like a bonus on top of a bonus.  I made love to her in that
fashion until I really couldn't keep my mouth open another second.

   "Get on top," I told her.  Moving in a trance the girl came over to me
and squatted over my erect cock.  I held it in place as she eased her cunt
hole over it.  She was wet and wide open, there was no difficulty in
getting to the bottom of her, and once we were connected she lay down on
top of me.  My hands were on her relaxed buns, feeling the deep quivers
that ran through the mounds of flesh each time she pushed down on me.  One
finger held my cock in place in case she moved too impetuously.  And
another finger idly traced the perimeter of her asshole, innocuously,
absently, not intending anything; until she was sufficiently distracted. 
Then that finger quickly pushed past the elastic barriers and lodged itself
securely inside her ass.

   Maree didn't mind.  Perhaps she didn't notice.  She had her arms wrapped
about my neck and was kissing my face languidly while she undulated her
body to send my cock in and out of her squelching pussy with a steady
rhythm.  I kept my finger in the one place so that her every movement
caused her asshole to stretch against it.  Without her knowing it, I was
loosening her muscles, opening her up for my own evil purposes.  Cunt
fucking was pleasant, my favorite, but the time was right for a more
piquant treat.  And if I did it right she would love it.

   "Oh Joe!" she moaned, twisting about on top of me.  "I'm going to come,
Joe.  Hold me tight, it feels so weird.  Oh dear ...  oh my God, what's
happening down there-Joe!  HOLD ME, OOOHHH NOOOOO, OH-OH-OH YEEESSSSSSSS,
FUCK ME NOW, HARD, HARD, YESSSSS, GIVE IT TO ME, OH YES, THAT'S IT, I'M
COMING, I'M AAAAAAAAAAaaaahhhhhh ..." A frantic gallop brought her undone
all over me.  Sweat welded our bodies together, her cunt juices were
slopping about all over the place, and my finger was scooping it up to
smear it into her asshole.  "Oh Joe, that was beautiful!" she sighed.  "But
am I making it good for you?"

   "Just relax," I said soothingly.  "Go on, get off me for a while, take a
break, that's it, lie on your belly.  Now don't move.  This may hurt very
briefly but then you'll love it." She was too far gone to take heed of my
words.  I grabbed a couple of pillows and stuffed them under her belly so
that her ass was high up.  Her ass looked succulent from that angle, and
when I parted her cheeks once more she let out a sigh of pleasure and
rested her face on her arms as though she was going to nod out.  I pushed
my knob at her asshole and let it rest there for a moment.  Maree took no
notice.  Another push.  Her sphincters gave way a little to form a shallow
cavity.  I stuck my cock into her pussy again for a lube job, and when I
tried her asshole again my glands slipped inside easily.

   "What are you doing?" she said, startled by this fat intrusion.  "Oh
Joe, you're not ...  no, you wouldn't!"

   "Do as I say now, baby, relax," I said sharply.  At this point I wanted
no interruptions.  Her asshole had a tight knell on my cock, erotic
friction galore.  The tough resistance of her anal canal was being
countered by the secret fluids of her back door, my cock inched up her
smoothly, yet she complained bitterly about the pain.  "Please don't do
this to me," she said.  "It hurts too much, O CHRIST, TAKE IT OUT!  JOE,
CAN YOU HEAR ME, TAKE THAT FUCKING THING OUTTA MY ASS!"

   "Not a chance," I muttered.  My cock was halfway up her now.  Both my
hands kept her shoulders pinned down, my cock impaled her, and all she
could do was curse and toss her head from side to side.  That subsided
slowly.  The deeper my cock dug into her delicious ass, the softer her
voice became.  "Take it out now, Joe ...  don't hurt me, oh dear ...  ooohh
my!  It hurts ...  be gentle, oh yes, that's the way, softly, softly,
that's so nice, yes, yes, in and out, harder now Joe, do it to me!" She had
passed the critical stage.  Now her asshole had adjusted to my shape and it
was ready for the pounding that it merited.

   I drew my cock back until only her sphincters had a grip on it, then
pushed it right up her ass.  She grabbed hold of a pillow and buried her
face in it, sobbing with ecstasy and fresh pains, but now there was no
question of her wanting it.  I slowed down the pace of my fucking to relish
her flesh more thoroughly.  The silken sheath slithered along my cock
lovingly, firmly, and made it feel bigger and more potent than ever.  Maree
raised her ass and got on her knees, lascivious now that she knew what to
expect.  I clutched at her fleshy cheeks and leaned back as I dug my cock
into her distended asshole.  Everything seemed to be in a red fog for me. I
was only barely conscious of where we were or who I was fucking.  Now it
was all for my cock's sake.  The thrilling sensations, the slight, slippery
resistance of her asshole, the slap of her ass against my belly, it all fed
back into my loins, swelling my balls and draining my head of blood for
emergency penile supplies.  Harder, faster, sending my cock plummeting into
her ass, banging my belly into her cheeks, gripping her flesh with such
force that large white patches grew around my fingertips.  Maree was
moaning ecstatically.  Her face rested on the mattress and her arms were
stretched out before her so that she could grip the bed board.  In that
position I could penetrate her to the hilt and she could hold herself in
place without distracting herself from whatever was happening behind her
pussy.

   I reached down and squeezed that wet, hairy little ball of flesh, then
poked about until my index finger slipped inside her drooling hole.  There
I could feel my cock entering her body, pushing hard against the thin
membrane separating her orifices.  I hunched over her, shoving more of my
finger into her cunt, the other hand grabbing for a tit and squeezing it
hard.  She let out a yell that turned into a cry of triumph.  New orgasms
were rising inside her.  She shuddered, gibbered, frothed at the mouth, and
her head tossed from side to side as if she couldn't give vent to all of
the passion that was in her.  All I could do was to keep my cock moving
steadily in and out of her asshole, and to add another finger to the one
already in her cunt.  Somehow I managed to coordinate this double fuck,
drawing my fingers out when my cock barged in and vice versa, hut it really
didn't matter.  Maree was way ahead of me, crying, squealing, laughing, and
sobbing all at once.

   Once more I subdued a rising orgasm, but it would be for the last time.
I wanted just a little bit more of her, I wanted to be a little crazier
when I did come.  My cock moved back out of her asshole until only the
glands rested inside her.  Then, with short, shallow jabs, I fucked her
with the thickest inch of my cock and left the rest to her imagination. 
She almost went crazy with desire, frantic to have that empty space filled
with hard, throbbing meat, and the more she tried to screw herself with my
dick, the more I dodged her.  The result was a climax that sounded
terminal.

   "You're the greatest, Joe," she said when she'd picked herself up out of
the fit of orgasms.  "I haven't had many men but nobody could make me feel
any better.  I wouldn't want to feel any better or I'd lose my mind." She
snuggled up beside me and fondly stroked my limp, greasy cock.  The climax
I'd had still echoed through me.  It was as though something had reached
down in my cock and had ripped my balls out of it.  At that moment I needed
nothing.  Our sweaty bodies were twined together, her gratitude was adding
warmth to my post-coital bliss, and her little hand stroking my cock was as
pleasing to me as ear scratching is to dogs.  It was true, I was the
greatest.  No man would make her go through the contortions I'd put her
through.  Maree would always remember me as The Man.  I smiled down at her
and told her to light me a cigarette.

   We smoked leisurely while the color TV played unheeded.  Beyond our room
people were making noise, walking, going about their business, and I felt
sorry for them.  We interrupted ourselves for a while to order up some
coffee and food, and before the room service came we quickly straightened
up my bed, put on clothes, and sat in chairs like good families do.  But as
soon as we were alone again we tore our clothes off and ate in the nude.  I
put out the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and announced that I was ready for more.
Maree was more than willing.

   "Can I suck it again?" she asked coyly.  "I love to do that, it's sort
of like a big pacifier, and when it's in my mouth I feel all calm and
happy."

   "Like sucking your thumb?" I said.

   "Yeah, I guess it is.  But then I think of what it does to me and that
makes it all different, very exciting- oh, let's not talk about it, let's
just do it." She pushed me back on the bed and went down on me like a
vulture pouncing on a snake.  Soon the snake reared up and filled her
mouth, and from there on Maree treated it as no other woman had.  She loved
my cock, doted on it, kissed it and licked it, or just held it and looked
at the phallus with shining eyes.  I watched her and found it hard to
believe my good fortune.  At that point!  didn't give a shit about Mrs. 
Van and her daughters ...  well, a little bit for the vestal one, Martha.
Apart from that I was ready to reimburse her all she'd paid me and spend
some weeks in this motel with Maree, playing doctors.

   CHAPTER FIVE

   When we woke up late the next morning I felt stiff and bruised all over,
like someone who's been very athletic after a long bout of decadent living.
Maree had drained every drop of virility from me in a passion session that
had lasted the best part of the night.  Insatiable, that's what she was.  I
couldn't wake her up so I lifted her out of my bed and placed her in her
own.  A quick check of the room, then I called room service and ordered
breakfast.  The smell of coffee woke her.

   "Pour me some, Joe," she said in a soft voice.  "I don't think I can
move."

   "Why, what's the matter?" I took a cup of coffee over to her and sat on
the side of her bed.  "Are you ill?"

   "Sore," she said.  A sip of coffee helped, but when she tried to sit up
her hands shot to her groin and clutched at it.  "Oh shit, I think you've
done me an injury!"

   "Let me see." Close inspection revealed that her pussy and her asshole
were both red raw, which only meant that she wasn't used to getting fucked.
"That's nothing.  It'll probably never happen to you again if you put out
regularly," I told her.  Some vaseline eased the pain and by the time she'd
had breakfast she was able to move around like a cowpoke.  I rubbed some
ointment on my cock, too.  The last few days had been demanding on the old
fellow.

   "Well, we'd better be going," I said, at around noon.  "I keep
forgetting that I'm on a case."

   "What does it matter," she said, rushing at me and throwing her arms
neck.  "Let's stay here, Joe, I don't want to go back to school or to my
place.  I'm happy with you, only you!  Please, Joe, let's spend a week here
and just fuck.  I'd love that!"

   "Oh sure, and ruin that lovely puss forever!  No, baby, we have to go,
the break will do you good." She kept at me, though, pleading, nagging,
even raising her voice.  My mind was made up and I refused to listen. 
Besides, my cock didn't want to know about sex for a little while.  When
she saw that it was no use she packed her case and followed me with an
expression that registered thunder.  Was it my imagination or did the
bellhop snigger when he saw Maree's gait?  I couldn't get over her
eagerness to fuck some more when she was obviously in no condition to even
admit a toothpick into her cunt.  Again that uneasy, squeamish feeling
brewed up in my guts-something was askew-but what?

   The drive to San Francisco went smoothly enough.  Early that evening we
arrived at Maree's place and found no one home but her younger sister,
Ellie.  I got suspicious.  "All right, where's Laurel?" I said.

   "She's not here.  Daddy's got her in an apartment across the bay," said
Maree.  "Well have to wait till they get home and then you can talk with
him."

   "How is your father mixed up in this?"

   "The black hand," she whispered.

   "What?  Oh Jesus, let me out of here!  Why didn't you tell me he was a
goddamned Mafioso?  I'm out of my depth here.  Did you know there's a
quarter million dollars riding on this deal?  Hell, they'd blow me away
just as soon as look at me for that kind of money." I was ready to leave
right then, but Maree took me by the arm and made me sit down.

   "It's not a Mafia matter," she said quickly.  "Daddy's acting on behalf
of a group.  I can't tell you who.  He's not crazy about it and neither am
I.  In fact, he thinks it's too mickey mouse, and he wants to be rid of
Laurel and the whole stinking mess.  So he can slip you a clue and you can
rescue her and she can finger the people who kidnapped her, and that's
that."

   My head was spinning.  If Peggy had been with me she might have been
able to make some sense out of the whole affair, but I was lost.  "In other
words you set me up to get set up by your father so I can set up Laurel to
take the heat off the people who set your father up ...  oh Christ, I'm
going to need a pen and pencil for this one."

   "Joe, don't worry," she said, "everything's okay, all you have to do is
find Laurel and take her back.  In any case you can't do anything till my
father comes home, and Ellie tells me they've gone to a double feature
movie."

   So that's what Mafioso did in their spare time, I reflected.  The girls
made me some dinner but I could hardly eat.  The whole case bugged me. 
Staying around in that house was perilous and besides I had to go see Mrs.
Van soon to find out more about the ransom arrangements.  Peggy should have
come with me.  "No, listen, I think it'd be best if I went back to the
school and spoke with Laurel's mother," I said finally.  "You talk with
your father and then you can let me know where I can pick up Laurel, how's
that sound?"

   "Relax, Joe, come on into the living room and have a drink.  Get him a
drink, Ellie." Ellie was a quiet girl, slender, dark, with brooding eyes
and a full mouth, small breasts, small buns.  She had on jeans, sneakers,
and a boy's shirt, and her dark hair was cut short because, as Maree
explained, she liked to play baseball.  Although, she was over eighteen,
she looked younger.  Perhaps that was because she had none of the
womanliness so amply displayed on Maree's frame.  I liked her, though.  In
her willowy, quiet way she was very sexy.  Maree must have noticed me
looking at her sister because she suddenly slapped my wrist and said to
keep my eyes to myself.

   The drink was a strong one, and so was the second tumbler full.  I
started to look at Ellie with naked lust no matter how often Maree chided
me.  Already I had undressed and dressed her as often as a kid with a new
Barbie doll.  I could imagine those pert little buttocks, the barely fuzzy
cunt, the glorified nipples passing for tits, and I wanted her so badly
that I could taste her.  The third drink loosened the last of my
inhibitions.  It was in the middle of the evening and I figured we had two
hours left before the Lavernes came back from the movies.  Time enough for
a mini-orgy.

   "Hey, your sister, what is she, a virgin?" I asked, unconsciously
falling into the tongue of the Mafia.  Maree said I was awful and that I
should mind my own business.  "No, come on, tell me.  I want to know.  That
girl's ready for it, you know what I mean?  And I've got it to give!" Ellie
came into the room at that moment and found herself gazing into two
bloodshot, lust-filled eyes.  She looked down to the floor and quietly sat
down in the chair, opposite me.  The way she sat was awkward, not
altogether ladylike, and her crotch beckoned me like a beacon in a stormy
sea.  "Come on," I whispered to Maree, "let's take her into the bedroom and
give her what she needs."

   "No, Joe, she's too young."

   "In that case I'm leaving," I said, suddenly in a bad mood.  "A guy
can't have a little fun here, he might as well go."

   "No, don't go ...  okay, I'll tell you what, I'll see if I can talk her
into it.  But I can't guarantee anything."

   "That's all I want," I said, "a good, honest effort." I sat back and
sipped at the firewater.  The sisters talked in hushed tones and I noticed
how Ellie looked at me.  There was an expression of fear and curiosity in
her eyes, and when she nodded I knew that the curiosity had won out.  Good
for her!  I plunked my glass down and started to undo my belt.  Maree had
to push me into the bedroom because I wanted little sister right there and
then, and she was afraid of staining up the carpet.

   "You have to be gentle with her, Joe," she explained.  "She's never done
this before and she's pretty nervous."

   "Then you'll have to help me," I said.  My head was clearing as my blood
coursed about more rapidly and absorbed the alcohol.  Ellie looked
frightened now that she was sitting on the bed and I was about to drop my
pants.  Way in the back of my mind a voice told me that this was sheer hara
kiri, fucking a pair of eighteen-year-old Mafioso daughters, and on the
bedspread brought from the old country.  But if a cock had brains its knob
would be too big to fit into any pussy.

   "Take your clothes off, Ellie," said Maree.  The girl became even more
frightened and shook her head.  "Come on, remember what I told you.  Take
them off.  You'll like it." What had she told her?  I was too fuzzy to
think it through.  Ellie's resistance was adding fuel to my lust.  She
stuck out her bottom lip and clenched her hands behind her back, staring at
the floor with mute defiance.  Maree threw her hands up in exasperation! 
"She wants to," she assured me, "but she always chickens out when it comes
down to doing it."

   "Come here, baby," I said to the girl, "don't be shy of me, I won't hurt
you.  I only want to make you happy." Ellie was far from trusting me.  She
stood her ground until I made a move toward her; then she jumped back and
her eyes shiftily reconnoitered the ground between herself and the door. 
Maree moved in behind her but neither of us wanted to be too drastic.  "How
can I get you to like me?" I wondered out loud.  My cock ached for that
little pussy so the quicker she came round to me the better.  "Wait, I
think I've got it.  How's this as a token of our new friendship?" I pulled
a twenty dollar bill out of my wallet and waved it at her.  The
transformation was remarkable.  Ellie was all smiles as she skipped to me
and plucked the bill from my hand.

   "Thank you!" Maree said warningly.

   "Thank you Uncle Joe," said Ellie, and hopped on my knee.  I could feel
her pubic bone and my imagination supplied the missing details.  It got to
the point where I experienced her little twat in full, and my cock acted
like Superman about to burst out of his clothes.  I put my arm around her
waist and drew her to me.  The girl snuggled up to me and when I kissed her
she returned it with childish, yet sexy, zeal.

   "Excuse me a minute," said Maree with a wink, "I'll be back."

   "Okay." She closed the door after herself and my hands moved up to
Ellie's tits, so small yet so distinct and squeezable.  She was still
absorbed by the money.  It was as though she had no real idea of what my
intentions were, and I began to wonder why Maree had been so eager to toss
her little sister into the fray.  I was grateful, of course, but that
queasy feeling hadn't left me.  Near the bed was a phone with a number of
buttons on it.  One of them lit up.  I had to know who Maree was calling.
Perhaps she had planned a trap for me and would unleash the cops or her
father's friends on me just as I was enjoying myself.  I put a finger to my
mouth to indicate Ellie should keep quiet, and carefully picked up the
phone.

   "Linda?  Hi, it's Maree.  Yes, he's here.  Don't worry, he won't be back
for a day or so."

   "Are you sure?  We've just about got it sewn up on this end.  His
assistants are both pushovers.  Anyway, the club is grateful to you."

   "No trouble." She hung up and I replaced the receiver in its cradle. 
Ellie was still on my lap, still fixated on the money.  I had been right,
those little girls were toying with me.  Who was Linda?  And what was this
club?  Later, later.  Maree seemed to be in no rush to get back to the
bedroom and I felt my time would be best spent on Ellie.  The girl was
relaxed now and submitted to my lecherous caresses with giggles and
protestations.

   "That tickles!" she cried out, twisting her body away from my roving
hands.  "Oh, stop it, Uncle Joe!" I couldn't.  My hands came to rest on her
slender thighs and they kept moving up, up, up to the crotch of her
panties. She became strangely silent when I touched her there.  Her eyes
became more suspicious and her body tensed up as if she was about to take
flight.  My hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans and came to rest
on naked flesh.  She moved back to escape it and as a result her ass pushed
hard against my rigid cock.  I wrapped one arm about her waist and held her
still while my hand ran over the pudgy bulge of her cunt, looking for hair
and finding a little clump of it right on her pubic bone.  Other than that,
nothing!  My lust rose dizzyingly.  I had to see that cunt, right away! 
But when I tried to take off her panties she started to protest in earnest.
"No, that's bad!  You shouldn't be doing that!"

   "Ssshhh, baby, take it easy.  Your uncle won't do anything to hurt you.
Wait a minute and you'll see what I'm doing."

   "No!" She pulled away and rushed for the door.  I was too fast for her.
I scooped her off the floor and threw her on the bed, and while she was
still bouncing I ripped her jeans off and threw them over my shoulder. 
There it was, a neat furrow of flesh, heartbreakingly innocent and just as
erotic.  She tried to cover herself with both hands but when I grabbed for
her blouse she had to defend her tits, and that left her cunt exposed to my
probing gaze.  Before I went any further I took off my pants and shirt but
I left on my briefs because I didn't want to scare her with the size of my
cock.  Not yet, anyway.

   "We were friends a minute ago," I wheedled, stroking her knee and
looking as avuncular as possible.  "Didn't I give you a nice present?  Come
on, be good to your uncle." Ellie didn't answer.  She was staring at the
impression of my cock in my briefs.  Without a word she reached over and
pulled the waistband out to peer down and check me out.  I held my breath,
hoping against hope that she wouldn't scream and run away.  She didn't; she
was curious instead.

   "My daddy has one of those," she announced, "but his is soft."

   "His gets hard too," I assured her.  She nodded as though that was
self-evident, then asked if she could touch it.  "Touch it all you want. 
What's mine is yours." She reached into my briefs and ran her hand along
the full eight inches of my erection.  That distracted her enough to let me
get a handful of her pussy.  And since she was so interested in my cock I
took off my briefs and sat cross-legged opposite her on the bed, toying
with her cunt while she caressed my cock.  It was like being a kid again!
The tip of my finger disappeared between her pussy lips and ran about the
moist rim of her hole.  Her fingers stroked the length of my cock, she
cupped my balls, and bent over to take a close look at the little slit in
my glands.  "There, isn't this fun?"

   "Yes," she said, uncommitted.  I showed her how to close her fist around
my cock and to jerk me off, a game which she took an interest in for a few
minutes.  I could tell she was getting bored with the whole thing, though,
and that the time had come for me to boost her.

   "Lie back," I said, "take your blouse off first and then tie still.

   "Close your eyes, that's a good girl, no peeping now." Quickly I
positioned myself between her legs and lightly kissed her cunt.  She was
shocked but she kept her eyes closed just the same.  Another kiss.  She
tasted lovely.  Such a girl!  She smelled a little pissy, a little smell of
baby powder, and only the vaguest intimation of womanhood reached my
nostrils.  Another kiss, more probing, more passionate, and her silken,
plump tips gave way to let my tongue sneak into the chaste valley below. 
Now I was in my element.  Ellie seemed uncomfortable about my tongue going
into her pussy.  Her parents had probably hinted that nothing but toilet
paper should touch that part of her.  It took people like me to show her
how wrong that was.  My tongue eased up and down the virgin slit, located
the tiny clitoris, and put the pressure on.  I started her off slowly, not
wishing to stampede her.  But at the same time I wanted to be sure she
wouldn't get bored again.  Already her discomfort was giving way to a new
feeling, one that she had trouble with.  Several times I caught her staring
at me, puzzled, anxious, but when she saw me looking back her eyes closed
quickly.

   A few minutes of gentle licking and she was mine.  She still didn't know
what was going on but she did know that it was pleasurable.  The girl lay
still, her hands by her side, biting her bottom lip, and I just kept eating
her.  My hands moved up to her little tits and rubbed them in time to the
motion of my restless tongue.  Now she was getting the message.  There were
no more complaints about my tickling her.  She started to spread her legs
more and to push her cunt down into my mouth.  At the same time her hands
came to rest on top of mine, pressing them down on her tits with a good
deal of force.

   "You like it now, huh?" I said from down below.

   "It feels so ...  funny!" she cried, her voice quavering between several
octaves.  "Oh Uncle Joe, what's happening to me?  It's making me dizzy!"

   "That's how it's supposed to be.  Don't you ever make yourself feel like
this?"

   "Never!  How could I do that?"

   The poor child!  Didn't she know anything?  "Give me your hand," I said.
"Now put the tip of your finger right here and move it around a bit. 
That's it.  Feel anything?"

   "Yes ...  yes, that's nice," she sighed.  I let her practice for a
while, and as she rotated her finger over her clit I noticed one of the
buttons on the phone was alight again.  She was too busy to notice me, so I
grabbed the receiver and listened in.  It was a woman's voice and I caught
the last half of a sentence.

   " ...  no deal tonight.  Van de Kut's balked, she wants another
twenty-four hours.  Can you keep him there that long?"

   "Er ...  Jesus, Ida, I've already pushed my sister at him, what more can
I do to distract this guy?  I mean, he gets bored quickly!"

   "Baby, we're depending on you,"

   "Okay, I'll see what I can do." The conversation ended there.  I turned
back to Ellie, who had put herself into an erotic trance with her
persistent fingering.  One finger worked on the clit and another pushed
tentatively into her creamy hole.  She was getting better at it by the
second, so good in fact that I had time to fight a cigarette and think
matters over.  My hunch had been confirmed.  Maree was doing a number on
me. Something was happening in the school that I wasn't to know about Yes
...  but what!?

   The phone rang downstairs.  I waited until she'd picked up, then
listened in again.  This time it was her father, and from the ensuing
conversation I gathered that he wasn't at a double feature movie, but that
he and his wife were in Miami attending an accountants' convention!  That
tricky, lying little bitch!  As soon as the conversation was over I went
downstairs to see what she was up to.  Maree sat in a deep lounge chair and
flicked through the pages of a magazine.  She was thinking about something
else and tugging at a cigarette nervously.  When she saw me she almost
jumped out of her skin with fright I said nothing.  Before she could escape
I had her by the scruff of the neck and I marched her up the stairs, into
the room where her sister was masturbating at full pelt.  A couple of
neckties served as cords with which to tie her to the bed, and only then
did I give her a piece of my mind.  It wasn't the best piece.  I had a lot
of shit to get off my chest first.  But when I calmed down and Maree looked
on the point of breaking into tears, I lowered my voice and said: "Now
you'd better tell me everything, or I'll beat the shit out of you."

   "Go ahead," she sobbed.  The tears spilled over and ran down her face in
rivers.  "You can do what you like with me, I won't say a word!  No matter
how bad you make it for me, they'll make it worse."

   She stymied me on two fronts.  Her tears turned me into a softie and her
obvious disdain for what I could do to her turned me into an impotent
private dick.  Ellie did her best to look as though she was listening but
her hands kept moving about her pussy and her tits.  The new game I had
taught her Was a big hit with her.  And as I looked at her playing with
herself that old feeling took over again, sheer, unadulterated lust.  Let
Maree see me fuck her sister, maybe that would loosen her tongue.  And if
it didn't ...  well, I would think more clearly afterward, so I'd better
get down to it.

   Ellie moaned her appreciation when my mouth made contact with her cunt
again but she wouldn't take away her finger until I pushed it away.  Before
she could miss it I sucked her clitoris in between my teeth and nibbled on
it ever so gently.  Her response was overwhelming.  Her hips jerked up and
down, her hands flew up to her tiny tits and pinched at her hard nipples.
And I pushed into her pussy, rubbing my face into those silken labia,
sucking up her thick juices, and nudging her clitoris until she lost
control.  "Ooooohhhh, ooooooh, AAAAHHHH, OH GOD!  IT'S TOO MUCH, OH GOD,
HELP ME MAREE I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!  OH JOE, NO, YESSSSS, NOOOOOOOHHHHHM!" She
cooed and billed and carried on, her body wracked with passionate
explosions, her childish face glistening with sweat.  She mauled her tits
so savagely that bruises welled up under the skin, and when I tried to stop
eating her in order to get to fucking her, she flung her legs about my head
and pulled me right back in.

   She came with shudders and bursts, giving out sharp cries, laughing now
and then as if she was still getting tickled, and then she'd become very
serious, very intense, clutching at me with her nails only to let go when a
new wave of passion swept through her.  At last she let go of me, and not a
moment too soon.  My cock pulsed with searing lust.  It had to have its
share of pussy or it would bust!  The only trouble was that Ellie had had
enough excitement for the evening.  She rolled into the fetal position and
dozed off.

   "Oh no, you don't!" I said.  With a flick of my hands she was on her
belly, and then I pulled her ass toward me and shoved my cock at her cunt
hole, so that the two met with a thud.  I didn't go in far, but far enough
to startle Ellie.  And the more I tried to worm my cock into that tight
virgin cunt, the more she realized that it was going to be painful.

   "What are you doing?  Stop him, Maree, it hurts me!  Don't!  I'll tell
my parents on you.  Ouch!  It's so big!" It was like trying to stop a herd
of wild buffalo with a red traffic fight.  My prick had taken on a life of
its own, the animal rampant, burrowing into that naked little pussy,
working in and out to spread her juices, and at last diving halfway in. 
Then it stuck there like a knife stuck in a log.  Ellie was yelling in
anger and pain.  A pang of bad conscience hit me and I dodged it by giving
Maree one more chance to tell me.  She refused and now it was my right to
take revenge.

   I eased my cock back a little way and jiggled it about until it was oily
enough to advance up the tight funnel of her cunt.  Ellie was flushed and
angry but at least she'd stopped yelling.  She looked back over her
shoulder to see what exactly I was doing to her, and when I lifted her to
put her on all fours she looked down under herself for the same reason. 
But she had nothing like the view I had.  There was her ass before me, two
charming buns that were as white as the driven snow.  The cheeks were apart
so that her puckered little asshole was clearly visible, and below that her
pink cuntal lining stretched and bulged with the effort of containing so
much hot cock.  My legs began to tremble under me from the strain of
holding back my desire to fuck her wildly.  I leaned up against the bed and
carefully, exercising much restraint, started to fuck her.

   My cock eased in and out until her cherry got in the way.  I disposed of
it with a quick thrust and before the pain could register with Ellie I
pulled back and fucked her with my glands only.  She cried, but not for
long.  Blood wreathed about my cock whenever I pulled it back.  And blood
made it all the easier on her to receive the rest of my eight inches.  In
and out with long, gentle strokes, giving her a taste of sex just as I had
done to several of the Moorehead students.  Nice and easy, letting it ride
like a well-oiled piston.  Ellie was a fast learner.  Her protests had
subsided to nothing and she held herself up for me so I could feed her all
my cock.  Maree, in the meantime, stood by the side of the bed and
stubbornly looked the other way.

   But why should she be left out?  I continued to fuck Ellie in first gear
and reached out to her sister to tear and tug at her clothing until it gave
way to reveal her lush nakedness once more.  Those big tits were in such
fine contrast to Ellie's little ones.  I hunched over the younger girl and
clasped one of her tits in my right hand, then took Maree's left tit in the
other.  She disapproved but there was nothing she could do about it.  After
a while I let both hands drift down to the Laverne cunts.  I tickled
Ellie's clit and squeezed her sister's hairy pussy fondly, all the while
fucking at that same steady pace.  My horniness was rising rapidly with all
this stimulation, piling up as fuel for the machinery that drove my cock.
Pretty soon I would have to take care of the surplus but until then I had a
great time indulging myself.

   Maree pretended she was indifferent to my caresses but her pussy
squelched wetly whenever I squeezed it.  I stopped fucking for a moment to
drive my finger up her and give her a treat.  She gritted her teeth and
refused to give in.  "Okay, now for the main event," I told her.  "Watch
closely as I ride your kid sister into the garden of Eden."

   "Fuck you!" she hissed.  Nevertheless she looked on as I hooked my arms
up under Ellie's shoulders and held her tightly.  Then my ass moved back
and adjusted my cock's position until it lay stiffly inside Ellie's cunt
muscles.  With a giant thrust I started the ball rolling, and at once Ellie
let out a whoop of delight.  She was ready for it, just as ready as I was.
I fucked her like a demon, ravaging her from one end of the bed to the
other, slamming it into her newly initiated cunt, clutching at her like a
tiger at a prey's neck, fucking, sweating, driving my dick into her so deep
that my pubic hair rubbed her asshole raw.  She loved it.  Ellie had talent
just like her sister.

   It was the kind of fuck that drained me utterly.  I blew, and rolled off
Ellie with a sigh of relief.  She stayed on all fours for a second longer,
then toppled on the bed beside me.  Our chests were heaving and the room
became intolerably close and hot for some reason.  I lit a cigarette and
smoked it all the way down before even attempting to get up.

   "Well now," I said to Maree pleasantly, "have we decided to change our
mind yet?"

   "It's no use," she told me.  "You won't get a peep out of me.  What I
want to know is, how did you find out?  Did Ellie tell you?"

   "You forgot the phone," I said.  She gnashed her teeth and muttered
uncomplimentary things to herself.  "Anyway, we're going back to the school
no matter how zipped you keep your lips, and I'll get to the bottom of this
business if it kills me."

   "I bet you will," she said through clenched teeth.  "Do me one favor,
Joe, don't take me back to the school.  They'll tar and feather me for
fucking up."

   "Who's they?"

   "Please, Joe, leave me here?"

   "So you can tip them off?  Wish not granted.  You're coming, too, Ellie,
just in case you remember that blood is thicker than water.  In fact, get
dressed now.  We're leaving pronto!"

   I supervised their dressing and ushered them into the car.  My first
stop would be the Van de Kut household.  I had to know what was going on
with the kidnappers and it seemed reasonable to think that the Van de Kut's
would be abreast of the issue.  After a long drive into the night we
reached the palatial estate, and when I told the night-shirted butler who I
was he immediately consented to wake the dowager up.  She appeared at the
top of the stairs like one of the furies and thundered at me: "Where have
you been!  I've been trying to contact you or your staff and I couldn't get
any of you!  Am I to believe I have truants in my employ?"

   "No, nothing like that," I said hurriedly.  "We're all working like
beavers.  Now would you fill me in on the latest, please, so I can get back
to the school?"

   "Who is that in your car?" she asked, looking over my shoulder.

   "Accomplices," I said impatiently.

   "Very well.  Come into the library and well talk.  I was supposed to
deliver the money to a deserted warehouse this evening but I managed to
stall them by saying my bank manager was away for the day.  Now the
deadline is tomorrow evening.  Of course I have the money right here but,
much as I love my daughter, I would dearly like to keep it to myself.  Can
you think of any way to achieve that modest goal?"

   We sat down in the library and she fixed me with a withering, sarcastic
stare.  I felt like a failure.  "Before I unfold my plan," I bluffed, "I
would like to know why you haven't told the police this yet?  I mean, at
these prices why not get everyone involved?"

   "Well ...  the caller said she was has documentary evidence of my
daughter's involvement in lesbianism, and if there is another hitch in the
proceedings she will send the photos to one or two of the nation's more
sensational newspapers for publication.  I'm willing to risk that money on
your ability to track down this gang, Mr.  Mac, that's what it boils down
to."

   "I see.  You said it was a woman who called?"

   "How perspicacious of you.  Yes, that's right.  She sounded quite young
and well educated, too.  I'm to leave the money in the warehouse, she told
me, and one week later Laurel will be released and the photos will be
destroyed."

   The finer details came later.  I noted them down and tried to piece it
all together.  Martha came in briefly and greeted me.  Behind her mother's
back she opened her robe and displayed her young body, but she was showing
it to a jaded man.  After she'd gone I said to her mother: "I'll want to
stay here the night and the two girls in the car must be kept in a room
where they won't be able to escape or contact their cronies.  Can that be
done?"

   "Why, of course Mr.  Mac.  Don't rush back to Moorehead on my account,
there's no hurry!"

   "Your sarcasm will become your embarrassment one day soon," I informed
her.  Another bluff.  Basically, I was up shit creek in a barbed wire canoe
without a paddle, but why should I tell my employer that.  The girls were
bundled into a basement room and locked in.  And I was shown to a guest
room, where I gratefully collapsed on the bed and surrendered to a wave of
sleep.  It was not to be.  Within minutes the door to my room creaked open
and Martha snuck inside.

   "Hi!" she said brightly.  "Do you want me to do it to you again?"

   "No, honey, not tonight," I said tiredly.  "Try me in the morning,
okay?"

   "Oh, come on, don't be such a weakie!" she said.  She hopped on the bed
and lay down beside me.  "Don't you like the way I do it?  If that's the
case tell me how you like it and I'll do it that way."

   Why argue?  She had her mother's imperious temperament.  Besides, it
would be like a goodnight kiss.  "Go ahead, do it your way.  You know damn
web you're good." She had to undress me first.  I couldn't be much help to
her simply because it had been such a long day.  Fucking, driving, wracking
my brains, it all added up.  Martha didn't seem to mind.  She labored over
me like a bee and stripped me like a piranha.  Naked, half asleep, I lay on
my back and let her have her way.  She didn't waste a minute.  Her bps
brushed along my chest, did a turn about each nipple, and slowly kissed
down to my navel.  There her tongue flicked out and dabbled in the small
cavity before going further down.  In spite of my exhaustion I felt a
tingle start up in my balls.  Hot and cold tingles, a whole storm of
them-but it would pass.  Through my eye lashes I saw that Martha had taken
off her robe and was stark naked.  Her ass pointed right at me and her
pussy peeped at me unblinkingly.  A charming sight, nice enough to evoke
another storm of tingles, even a few pulses of life in my overworked cock.

   The tip of her tongue lightly licked about the base of my cock, drawing
along the smooth skin and through the tangle of hair there.  I felt an urge
to move with it, to fuck the air or something, but I also wanted to go to
sleep.  It was near morning, I could only hope for a couple of hours at
best.  Why didn't I tell her to get the hell out of my room?  Because her
bps had just closed over my knob, that was why.

   How delicate she was.  Her lips quivered about my cock flesh so subtly
that my cock expanded in order to get a tighter grip on itself.  Slowly,
holding the base of my dick with one hand, she lowered her open mouth over
it, going down, down, until she kissed her own fist.  Only then did she let
go, and my cock rested heavily on her lower lip.  She moved further down,
taking in more cock than she'd been able to days earlier.  Had she been
practicing with a broomstick?  I had to open my eyes wide to see exactly
what she was doing.  Inch by inch, my cock disappeared between her bps.  It
wasn't easy for her, she strained and sweated, and once she almost gagged,
but she did it!  The whole damn thing went down into her mouth and lodged
in her throat.  In spite of her discomfort, her eyes shone with pride. 
"That's a terrific trick," I praised her.  "How did you learn that?"

   "The gardener said it was okay if I practiced on him." I'll bet he said
it was okay.  She repeated the trick over and over, making me so hard that
I forgot about sleep.  I had a new ambition now: I wanted to fuck this
little cocksucker!  Her pussy shone with its gravy now, and when she moved
abruptly it made a smacking sound.  I would bide my time, let her do her
magic on me until she'd been lulled into a false sense of security, and
then WHAM!  Up her like a rat up a drainpipe!  A few more minutes ...  just
a little more of her delicate mouth-fucking, the warm bath of spit regaling
my cock, the soft, slippery flesh of her mouth as it brushed against my
cock, the lolling, mercurial tongue, the tight constriction of her throat
muscles as she overshot the mark, all those little things made me quite
patient.  She was so good, so loving, and when I watched her do it she
thrilled me even more with her obvious enthusiasm.  She licked and sucked
that cock as though she'd always wanted one of her own.  And as she made
love to it her slender young body writhed over me to offer her pussy to my
mouth.  This was my chance to prepare her for fucking.  I licked her cunt
up and down, inside and out, wetting her, bringing out more of her sap,
relaxing her muscles.  How tight she was; how tight they all were, these
young girls.  Even when I only had the tip of my tongue inside her the
muscles gripped at it sternly, forbidding it to go any deeper.

   She almost made me blow my wad at one point.  Hurriedly I lifted her off
my dick and held her suspended in the air until it was all better.  She
squealed and made desperate attempts to get back to her favorite lollipop,
but I wasn't taking any chances.  Instead of putting her down in the same
position I turned her around and kissed her on the mouth.  That surprised
her but she soon fell into this new aspect of the game of love, sticking
her tongue into my mouth and reaching for my cock at the same time.  Slowly
I maneuvered her cunt closer to my dick.  She didn't suspect anything at
first but when my knob nudged her hole she was alerted.  "No, don't spoil
it," she crooned into my ear.

   "I must," I said in the same kind of voice, and at that moment I grabbed
her by the shoulders and pushed her down over my driving cock.  She was too
startled to scream.  Instead she said: "Oh!", with a sharp intake of breath
and astonished eyes, and then it was too late.  Her carefully oiled and
pampered pussy opened wide and admitted the full length of my cock.  If
there was a hymen in the way neither of us noticed it.  Perhaps she was
into horseback riding.

   "Is that all?" she asked, more amazed than ever.  "My mother told me it
was worse than getting your appendix taken out!"

   "Your mother was telling you little white lies," I said, releasing her
so she could sit up over my cock.  That made her bend my cock back a
little, just enough to put severe pressure on it and to allow me to
experience the soft firmness of her moist insides.  She tried to move up
and down but she was too inexperienced to do it with any success.  I helped
her out by seizing her about the waist and jerking myself off with her
whole body.  She liked that.  Her head rolled about and her hair went
everywhere, her tits bobbled and wobbled, and her whole cunt was getting
more stimulation that it had ever had.

   "That's so nice!" she sighed.  "Don't ever stop, Joe, I want you to do
this all night and all day, and ...  Ooooooooohhhhhh!  I love it.  My
body's on fire!"

   "I knew you'd like it," I grinned.  Her tight pussy was massaging my
cock into sheer madness.  Periodically I had to stop moving her about just
to comply with her request for a good, long fuck, but I knew it was all in
vain.  She excited me too much, I wanted to ravish her, not simply make
love.  The steady motion of lifting her and lowering her turned into a
violent shaking.  I had a good grip on her and shook her like she was a
martini in the making.  Now she lost control.  Her cries were turned into
warbles by the motion, her tits quivered rapidly, and her head looked like
it was about to fly loose.  Her cunt was like a machine especially designed
to make males sexually independent.  After a while of brinksmanship, I
pushed her down further over my cock so that my pubic bone gnashed into her
clitoris, and now my cock moved inside her like the clapper of a bell.  She
rang loud and clear.  Sobs and giggles erupted in abbreviated forms, she
couldn't control her voice box any more than the other box.  Juices poured
down over my balls; she was climaxing subliminally.  Her hands tried to
massage her tits to even up her passions, but she had to give up the
attempt.  After that she let her arms swing loose, giving her the
appearance of a Raggedy Ann doll in the hands of a violent child.

   When she started to choke and turned a bright red I made her lie down
flush on my body, then rolled us both over so I ended up on top.  At once
her legs flew up into the air and her pussy opened wide to let my dork
drive in so deep that it almost came out of her throat.  There was less
erotic friction on me now, what with the relaxed muscles and the excess of
fluid washing about in her cunt.  It sounded a little like butter getting
churned.  Slurping, exploding air bubbles, digging deep, slamming my bone
into her clitoris, biting at her little tits, I was doing everything to
leave my mark indelibly on this girl's mind.  A bit harder, a bit to the
side, that was it, her cries told me I was on the right track.  She seemed
to be gargling now.  Her face was twisted in an expression of ecstasy that
approached pain.  Her mouth was wide open to take in all the air she could,
but it wasn't enough.  "Oh Joe!  give me a break!  Please!  Oh Joe!  Don't
stop, don't stop!  Oh Jesus!" Her words came out in bits, as if my long
downward thrusts were expelling them from her throat.  And I fucked harder
just for her, giving it to her from all angles, savaging her, ravishing
her, making the best of her while I had her.

   My cock, numb from probing pussies on overtime, stopped taking pleasure
in the silken massage of Martha's cunt.  It remained hard, but even that
wasn't necessarily a permanent condition.  It was one of those moments of
saturation, the kind of lapse for which one had to maintain a reservoir of
sexual fantasies and I had run out long ago.  Only one thing to do.  My
hand crept up under her ass and parted her cheeks to grovel down into the
split.  Her asshole was sensitive to my touch and she jumped a little when
my finger first tried to enter.  But whether she liked it or not was not my
business.  It gave me the fillip I needed, that extra surge of lust and
passion that took me out of apathy and dumped me squarely on the straight.
There was the finish line, hung with banners and vanes.  I could feel my
balls contracting for a final surge.  Martha seemed to sense it.  Her cries
became more desperate, more searching, she didn't want to be left behind.
Neck to neck we galloped along the fence, sweat flew off us, we drooled and
snorted, fucking like fiends- not far now, my insides were boiling, the
crowd was on its feet and cheering, together we thundered over the line,
blowing semen and unleashing a wash of juices, crying and grunting, clawing
at each other, and then everything was quiet again.

   "Phew!" I said, getting off her and wiping my brow.  "That was good. 
I'm glad we finished in time to see the sun rise."

   "God, yes!  I can't believe how much you made me cum!" Her eyes sparkled
and her tits still heaved with excitement.  "Can we do it again soon? 
Please?" I nodded in agreement but truthfully I knew that it would be
awhile before my dick would get hard again!

   To avoid her question, I lit up the cigarette, but it tasted like
low-grade shit.  It was morning, five o'clock to be exact, and my mouth had
been sorely tried.  When the smoke curled back against my palate, it
retaliated by popping little blisters and perverting my taste buds.  I
ground the cigarette out and lay down on the bed.  "Hey, on your way out
leave a message with the butler, will you?  Tell him to wake me at eight
o'clock on the dot."

   "Okay." She kissed me on the cheek and darted out of the room, still
naked, and trailing sperm.  What a sweetheart.  Suddenly I felt nostalgic
for the days of feudalism, when barons could maintain junior harems without
aggravation from the law or parents.  But why should I complain about the
present?  I was buried in twat!  Ah, a few days more ...  and then?  At
that point I fell asleep.

   CHAPTER SIX

   A maid dragged me out of bed, poured coffee down my throat, and set me
on my feet early that day.  Still in a daze I collected Maree and Ellie,
and drove to the school.  The girls napped in the back of the car for most
of the way, although Maree did point out to me that her friends wouldn't be
happy to see me again.  What could girls do to me?  Exhaust me, that was
about all.  I turned the car into the school's driveway and roared up to
the main entrance.  It was Sunday and no one was to be seen on the grounds.
A quick check of my watch showed that it was just after nine in the
morning.

   I told Maree and Ellie to walk ahead of me to the accommodation block
where our rooms were, and to keep quiet.  It was eerily quiet inside the
building.  When I peered into the dormitories all I saw was girls in bed,
fast asleep.  I locked my travelling companions into my room and knocked on
Peggy's door.  No answer.  Vinnie wasn't there either.  I cursed under my
breath and started a bed check.  Only a few girls woke up when I looked in
on their cabins, and they just gave me a blank look.  I went through the
entire building and finally found them.

   Vinnie was naked, sleeping on the floor in the center of a dormitory for
the seniors.  His cock had shriveled to a blushing anchovy and on his ugly
face reposed a beatific smile.  Peggy was in the same dormitory, only she
was in bed with a slender blonde.  I shook my secretary roughly and told
her to get out of bed.  Peggy merely yawned and turned over to catch a few
more winks.  But the slender blonde sat up and I discovered that it wasn't
a blonde, but the blonde, the one who'd barged in on us so rudely the first
night, and the one who seemed to be doing a lot of wheeling and dealing
behind the scenes.  She had a nightie on, and embroidered on her left tit
was the name Linda.  That rang a bell ...  on yes, the girl Maree had
talked to over the phone.  Linda wasn't happy to see me.  Without saying a
word she got out of bed, took off her nightie and started to put on her
regular clothes.  It didn't occur to her to cover her naked body up, and
for a moment my professional state of mind was broken up by the sight of
her loveliness.  She carried herself very well, shoulders back, the spine
straight until it curved out suddenly to form her dapper little bottom, and
when she turned around I saw how high her tits were, and how firm.  She saw
me looking at her but it made no difference to her.  Her panties went on
first, but not before I got a long, lingering look at her almost hairless
pussy.  It was reddish, no doubt from Peggy's ravishing, and it was almost
flush with the rest of her, just a slight rise cleft down the center, quick
to part so the pinkness within flashed at me.

   But this was no time for pleasure.  "Where do you think you're going?" I
asked as she began to make her way out of the room.  "I want to talk with
you, Linda."

   "Go fuck yourself," she said crisply and disappeared.  At this Peggy
rose and grinned up at me.

   "A very together little person," commented my secretary.

   "A snotnosed little bitch," I corrected her.  "Now come on, Peggy, tell
me what's been happening here!"

   "Oh Joe, if you only knew!" she sighed.  She stretched voluptuously and
reminded me how beautiful grown women were.  "Vinnie and I have been
absolute pigs!  We've fucked and been fucked, ah, what's the use, words
can't describe it.  Let's just say it's been a running orgy!"

   "No new developments in the case?" I said angrily.  "No report on
masturbation among the girls for Miss Parsons?  Do you really think I pay
you a king's ransom just so you can enjoy yourself?"

   "Wait, wait, wait," she said tiredly.  "Miss Parsons has been informed
that the girls are not playing with themselves.  Now you know that's the
truth Joe, because they're too busy playing with each other." Peggy laughed
at her joke and slapped her thigh.  She was sitting on the edge of the bed,
naked, fumbling with the straps of a dildo.  "As for the case, I thought
you had that solved.  Linda told me that Maree's father had the girl so I
thought we were just biding our time.  And man, is this the place to bide!"


   "Jesus Christ!" I exploded.  "Mrs.  Van de Kut's been getting calls to
let her know where to deposit a quarter of a million bucks while you and
Vinnie were having fun.  She couldn't reach you either.  You know what I
think?"

   "I know," she said, serious now.  "These girls have been fucking around
with us, Joe.  Man, what a bunch of idiots we've been.  I thought they were
just kids!  So okay, the kidnappers are in this school, or they've got a
lot of friends here.  Now what do we do?"

   She nonplussed me.  I'd been about to say that I thought we should
interview Lydia again, but Peggy was six jumps ahead of me.  "That's right.
Now let's get hold of Linda.  She spoke with Maree when I was at her
place."

   "Did she indeed."

   "Hey boss!  You're back, huh.  Listen, I've got some great pictures,
real beauts.  You wanna see the negatives?"

   "Later, Vinnie." Peggy was getting dressed now and I waited for her to
accompany me.  But while I stood there the girls in the dormitory began to
stir.  One of them, quite close to me, pushed the blankets back and yawned
luxuriously, at the same time exposing a pair of tits that made Maree's
look like a short measure.  They were out of proportion to the rest of her,
big healthy melons extruding from a small chest, and her long blond hair
made her look like a sex kitten, the kind that hasn't been properly
inflated.  Next to her a delicately beautiful Oriental girl turned over in
her sleep and pulled the blankets with her so that her ass stuck out at me.
Further down the line a girl stepped out of her bed, into a pair of
slippers, and schlepped by me.  She wore nothing at all!  Tall, lithe, with
small tits and small buns, long hair and sleepy eyes, she tottered past me
and somehow managed to brush against me in the process.  For a livid second
I got a full impression of the softness of her skin and the firmness of her
tits, and my appetite had been whetted.  Everywhere I looked girls were
rolling out of bed, some in pajamas or nighties, most of them nude.  And
suddenly I didn't care about chasing around the school looking for Linda.
Hell, she could be anywhere by this time.  Why should we waste a perfectly
good morning on her.

   "Uh ...Peggy, listen, why don't you go look for her," I said.  "And take
Vinnie with you.  He needs the rest."

   "I've got a better idea," she said, "send Vinnie and I'll keep you
company." She and I were kindred souls in some respects.  Her eyes had
taken in the awakening of the nineteen-year-old lovelies, and her capacity
for sexual pleasure was bottomless.  Already she had taken off the clothes
she had so laboriously put on, and, nude as the day she was born, she
walked after the girls into the bathroom down the hall.  I recalled how I
hadn't taken my daily shower yet.  When I'd persuaded Vinnie to piss off I
took off my clammy clothes, grabbed a towel from someone's bed, and
followed the exodus.

   The large communal bathroom was filled with steam and the sound of
rushing water when I walked in.  Dimly I perceived naked bodies in each
cubicle, so I waited until one fell vacant.  In the meantime I was regaled
with a storm of stimuli that triggered off mad rushes in my loins which in
turn erected my cock all over again.  How lovely they looked, all shiny
with water and soap, washing their tits and their pussies as though they
were just numb appendages, bending over carelessly, shampooing their hair
and skylarking among themselves.  None of them seemed aware that I was
watching, yet all of them knew I was there.  One of the girls offered to
share her cubicle with me eventually, and I jumped at the chance.

   It was the Oriental girl.  She was short, so short that her face was
approximately level with my navel, but she was a perfectly formed little
woman just the same.  Her breasts were small, too, and could almost be
mistaken for puppy fat if she had any.  Down a little further a little bush
of black hair lay flush with her skin, as wet as the rest of her.  She
looked up at me and offered to wash my back.  I said that would be very
nice.

   I stood still under the cascade of water, peering out now and then to
see what the other girls were doing.  Peggy had a cubicle of her own and
she washed her long, beautiful black body very sensually, drawing the
attention of a number of girls near her.  As I watched, one of them, the
one with the outsize tits, joined her.  The small hands applying the soap
to my back were getting awfully low.  She was washing my ass very
thoroughly while Peggy and the girl with the tits did each other's front.
Pretty soon I lost my focus on all that was going on outside my shower. 
The Oriental was washing inside the split of my ass, rubbing the soap in
with her hands and getting very close to my asshole.

   Her hands were very nimble, rubbing and squeezing, working the soap in,
repeating the same operation aver and over until my whole ass tingled with
excitement and anticipation.  Closer ...  closer ...  I leaned further
forward and spread my legs so she could get to it more easily.  There,
she'd reached it.  Now her fingers caressed the outline of it, massaging
the soap in to make the hole more slippery, and occasionally one of her
fingers would sneak a little way up it.  My cock pointed at the ceiling. 
If there was one place that I was vulnerable, my asshole was it.  A woman
only had to touch me there and I was hers to keep.  Now the Oriental had me
captive, and she made the best of it.  When she was satisfied that I was
all clean and ready to be rinsed, she caught water in her cupped hands and
splashed it against my asshole.  I spread them just a bit more so she
wouldn't think I was ready for her to stop.

   She understood.  Leaning against my back, her cheek against my flesh,
she started to finger fuck my ass with slow, steady motions.  Her finger
slid inside easily and then crooked at the top joint to tickle that
peculiar little gland inside.  It was a delicious but mixed feeling.  I
didn't know if I wanted to blow or shit!  In the end I did neither.  That
finger kept me hovering on the brink, though, getting me hornier by the
second, bringing me to my knees even.  I didn't care if it looked silly, I
just had to have more of her subtle fingering.  And she satisfied my urge,
even went beyond it by withdrawing her finger and substituting her tongue.
Like a fox terrier she went for broke.  Her hands kept my cheeks apart and
her tongue dug in and out of my asshole, tongue-fucking me the way I'd done
so many women in my past.  She rimmed me and blew on it with her hot
breath, fingered me a little more, and I just sprawled out over the
bathroom floor, a victim of ecstasy.

   Other girls came toward me.  At first they stood around me like
onlookers at an accident, but one by one they squatted or kneeled and
started to caress whatever part of my body was close to them.  The showers
were still going, steam was building up in the tiled space, and sweat mixed
with vapors to make all of us shiny and sensual to look at.  When I looked
up slightly I found myself staring into a pussy tightly clamped between the
thighs of a squatting eighteen-year-old.  When I looked toward the other
side I saw Peggy and Tits rolling about on the floor, eating each other
out. And the Oriental girl kept on eating my ass, fondling my balls,
keeping me painfully hard.  It started to get too much for me.  All my dick
had to toy with was hard, wet floor, and what it really wanted was a soft,
wet pussy.  There were plenty of them around.  The girls were getting more
and more involved with the eroticism of the occasion.  One kneeled right in
front of me, and her hand clutched at her hairless pussy in a desperate
grip, tugging at her labia and rubbing her clitoris, jerking off like it
was a matter of life and death.  A few others were looking wistfully at
Peggy and Tits.  I might have lost some of my entourage if the Oriental
girl hadn't had the presence of mind to roll me over.

   She made me draw up my legs so she could still lick my asshole and one
other girl could get at my dick.  What a relief!  Two girls decided to
share it and now, instead of the cold tiles, I had two warm, wet mouths
vying for a bite of me.  No one would swallow my balls and the other would
take half of my dick in her mouth, then they would swap.  Or they would
open wide and press their bps against the sides of my cock to slide up and
down; and when they went up they paused at the tip of my cock to briefly
kiss each other with tongues and all.  I watched them until one of the
spectators decided to participate by sitting on my face.  She almost
slipped off at the first try because we were both sweating so much, but
then she got on her knees and straddled me.  Now her cunt hovered a
fraction of an inch over my mouthy and all I had to do was to stick out my
tongue to get a taste of her.

   At this point the other girls decided to occupy me.  My hands were
suddenly full of cunt, another girl sat on my chest and rubbed her pussy
all over my nipples and belly; and at my feet a girl sprawled with her legs
wide open so she could get my big toe into her pussy.  I never wanted this
to finish, it was like all of my wet dreams coming true in the one big
rush!

   The sound of the showers drowned out most of the sounds they produced,
but that made it all the more surreal.  When I lifted the girl who was
sitting on my face I could see the ass of the girl rubbing her pussy juices
into my skin; and further down were the girls licking my cock and balls and
tongue-fucking my asshole.  And to top it all, there was a foot fiend
screwing her pussy around my big toe.  All my nerves were on edge, sticking
out of my skin to savor so much teenage flesh completely.  There was a lot
to be enjoyed, and by shifting my attention from one part of my body to the
other, I could enjoy each sensation individually.  Of course it built up
inside me, and far too quickly.  Suddenly the girl who had my cock down her
throat was treated to a gush of hot cream, and at once a dog fight broke
out to see who would get the dregs.  They fought and pushed, avaricious
mouths lunged at my cock, teeth scraped against my flesh, and I loved every
second of it.  Soon, all too soon, the last of my sperm had been forcibly
sucked out of my cock, and the girls helped me to my feet.

   "This must be the nicest Sunday morning I've ever had," I told them. 
They giggled and combined their efforts to dry me down.  Six towels at once
rubbed my skin up until the blood flowed normally again.  The Oriental girl
took out some kind of lotion and carefully, gently, massaged it into the
skin of my cock, another insisted on doing my hair, and Tits left Peggy to
tell me how good she was at shaving men.  Before I knew what was going on
I'd been ushered back into the dormitory, had been propped up on one of the
beds with a towel around my shoulders, and Tits was lathering me up.  Peggy
sat nearby and watched the girls fuss over me.

   "Shouldn't we do something about the case, Joe?" she asked.

   "What?  Oh, yeah, later." I was getting a manicure as well as a shave,
and another girl trimmed my hair.  Wherever I looked I saw small breasts,
tufts of pubic hair, and I inhaled the sweet smell of perfume and pussy and
girl, and as far as I was concerned Mrs.  Van de Kut could pay the ransom.
What was a quarter of a million to her?  She had it to burn.  As for her
daughter, Laurel, she was probably giving the culprits a miserable time. 
Yes, I could and should relax, even wallow.  With all those girls to love
me I'd be crazy to waste time working.

   "There, now you look beautiful," said the Oriental girl.  They took away
the towels and the equipment, and left me sitting naked on the bed.  But
they were soon back with more treats.  Breakfast was brought up by Tits,
who then sat close to me and fed me as though I was a baby.  Her tits were
pressing against my arms, so full and resilient, so sexy that I felt my
cock stirring again.  But I didn't want it to go up, not just yet.  Let the
girls play fakir with it.  I liked to see them spoil me rotten.  They were
already starting.  When I'd had enough to eat and drink they cleared the
bed and all sat around me, leaning on me, brushing their fingertips along
my cock and balls, and chattering about inconsequential matters.  The
Oriental girl, whose name turned out to be May, sat very close to me, and I
put my hand on her chubby little ass in the course of this chat.  She
leaned with one arm on my thigh and lifted one cheek so I could get better
acquainted with that part of her.  Now it was my turn to inspect her back
passage.  No hair grew back there, it was smooth flesh with a soft spot in
it.  And when I pressed down on the soft spot it yielded more easily than
I'd expected.

   "You're big back there," I whispered.  May giggled and turned over on
her side so I could finger her better.  It was true, she was bigger.  Two
fingers slipped into that soft little hole and when I started to masturbate
her that way she gave no sign of discomfort.  That fascinated me.  I
disregarded the other girls for the moment and lay on my side to take a
look at her orifice.  My fingers fitted in very nicely.  Already her faint
secretions had smoothed the way for them, and she seemed to be enjoying
herself immensely.  Squashed between her thighs was her pussy, two full
strips of flesh clamped together as in a vise, and just above that was some
hair.  Not much, just a few long strands.  I lifted her upper leg and eased
my face in between them.  She rested it on my shoulders and I pushed at her
pussy with my bottom lip, mouth wide open to swallow all of her cunt.  With
my fingers reaming into her asshole and my mouth chewing on her cunt, she
couldn't do anything but be there and gasp.  A few of the other girls tried
to get hold of my cock but I pushed them away.  This was between May and
me.

   I sucked her cunt until it was dripping wet.  Then, withdrawing my
fingers from her asshole, I pushed them into her cunt and oiled them up
thoroughly.  She knew what I wanted from her and she was preparing herself
to give it to me.  My greasy fingers were back up her ass, twisting round
and round and then, in one quick motion, I had her lying on her back, her
legs way up in the air, and her ass cradled in my hands.  My cock pointed
at those soft cheeks, and by contrast it looked more like a weapon of
torture, a knout or a club.  Thick and hard, the blue veins throbbing
ominously under the skin, the glands flushed and looking like a helmet, it
threatened her milky brown cheeks and that puckered, slightly distended
asshole.  I hoisted my hips forward and brought her closer, so that my cock
pushed its way up her.  May clenched her teeth and clutched at the
bedspread to balance out the pain.  There couldn't be much.  Already my
cock was halfway up her, pushing in, pulling back, pushing hi deeper, and
she gave me about as much resistance as a pussy full of vaseline.  The
usual friction of an asshole was lacking, but that was made up for by the
sight of my cock brutally entering that hole beneath her pussy.  It was
wide open, too, the bulk of my cock pulling at her skin so that her pink
hole gaped up at me.  The girls sat by quietly and watched as May's face
lost some of its tension and her expression changed to one of bliss.

   I kept staring at my rod sliding in and out of that delicious ass for as
long as it took me to fuck her into oblivion.  She started off by being a
little confused about what this was supposed to do to her.  That I liked it
was clear to her, but eventually it dawned on her that fucking was supposed
to make the female feel good, too.  And once that was clear to her she
changed altogether.  Rather than accommodate me she began to take care of
her own needs.  Her legs came around my waist and pulled me into her hole
with every down-stroke, she asked one of the girls to prop pillows under
her head so she could see, and then she just let herself go, giving way to
every emotion as it erupted.  It was great to see her twist from side to
side, to hear her high-pitched squeals and anguished little cries".  I
fucked her as well as I could, keeping up a steady ram of penile blows even
when she was climaxing and oblivious to everything.  And when she came down
she had a head start toward the next one.  The girls were all playing with
themselves and each other, all of them a little flushed and sweaty.  The
atmosphere in the dorm was erotic and dense with pussy fragrance.  All I
heard was heavy breathing and little wet smacking sounds as one pussy after
another overflowed with passion.

   I came with a jerk and collapsed on top of May to catch my breath. 
Blood pounded in my ears, my lungs were laboring, I needed a rest.  This
was too much hard living for me.  She embraced me with her arms and legs
and comforted me with kind words and pats like I was her baby.  I felt weak
enough to be that small, too.  My cock shrank and fell out of her asshole.
Pretty soon after my breathing became regular and weird things started to
happen in my mind.  My legs kicked back suddenly and I knew I was falling
asleep.  Faintly I recalled that there was a job to be done.  But I was so
tired and so content, much too weak to snap out of it.  There, in May's
arms, I fell into a deep sleep.

   * * *

   I came to very slowly.  My sleep wore thin at a certain point and then a
new sensation entered into my semiconscious brain.  It was a warm feeling,
very soft, jellylike, and it caused my whole body to warm up as though
central heating had been installed.  I smiled very broadly and settled into
this lovely sensation, but I was still far from awake.  Only gradually did
it occur to me that this warmth was not a normal part of waking up; in
other words, something was going on!

   With a great effort I managed to open one eye to see if there was any
cause to worry.  All I saw was the vague shape of a girl bent over my cock.
From there it was easy to deduce that she was sucking on it, and that it
was the source of all this pleasure.  I checked a few minutes later and,
sure enough, Tits was taking a long taste of me.  The other eye opened
reluctantly and checked out the remaining part of the scene.  Peggy was on
the next bed lying between two girls, all three sleeping the sleep of the
pure of heart.  Vinnie was fingering a sexy girl and cackling hideously. 
But where were the others?

   I realized that my cock was straight up and lodged well down the throat
of Tits.  Her big bazookas rested on my thighs and wobbled from side to
side, presumably to stimulate her nipples with the hair growing there.  I
felt great after my sleep, relaxed, at ease with the world, and since she
was doing so well I figured it would be a shame to disturb her.  My eyes
fell to and my mind concentrated solely on the smooth sensation of her lips
gliding up and down along the taut skin of my cock.  Whenever her lips
reached the base of my cock my hips gave an involuntary jump and pushed the
glands just a bit further down; and then she would pull back in a hurry
because she had to keep on breathing.  We kept on playing this game for
minutes on end and I could feel the sap rising.  "Yes, baby!" I groaned,
caressing her blond locks.  "Give it to me, yes, do it, do it, oh that's
beautiful.  Mmmmmmm yeah!  The way you give head!" She couldn't answer, but
she stepped up her sucking a little, generating more cream in my balls. 
Not long now, just a few more nibbles and I'd feed her.

   She moved up to my glands and squeezed it with her lips while her mouth
sucked hard at it.  Her hands caressed my balls lightly, barely touching
the skin, yet arousing me mightily.  The sweat broke out on my brow, my
cock quivered, I grabbed hold of her head and pushed it back down, and just
as her lips touched bottom my cock erupted.  There wasn't much left, but
what there was she took.  Flecks and globs spurted out of my dick and she
sucked them all down.  She had a hold on my cock with both hands and her
mouth clamped over the knob, and she sucked with such glee that I wanted to
hoist a gallon of the stuff into her belly.  Alas!  the girls had raided
the pantry too often.

   Again I felt kind of drowsy and again I gave in to it, drifting just
below the surface of sleep.  When I came to there had been a changing of
the guard.  Now two girls were on the bed with me, one a swarthy lass with
a tiny gold earring in her left ear, and dark, sexy eyes.  Her hair
cascaded down in thick black curls, and her small tits sported light brown
nipples that stood out like the tips of two little fingers.  Her cunt was
decked out in a heavy covering of fur and, even though she sat with her
legs open and facing me, I couldn't make out what was beneath her pelt. 
The other girl was her opposite, a girl with white-blond hair; small boobs
but she had an adorable ass that pushed out from the small of her back and
just about screamed for someone to shove a cock up it and fuck her!

   Exhausted as my reservoirs were I couldn't resist their blandishments.
As soon as they saw my eyes open they started to caress me.  The gypsy girl
concentrated on my feet.  She sat so that my toes rested against her hairy
pussy and her hands could massage the insteps.  That felt fine, at once
sexy and relaxing.  The blonde lay next to me and licked my nipples.  As a
rule they're not too receptive, but I'd been worn down to a bundle of raw
nerves in the past few days, and her tongue going round and round them felt
awfully nice suddenly.  My hand moved down her back and caressed her ass
and slowly worked its way to her pussy.  It was smooth, nude, and plump,
just like Ellie's just like Lydia's ...  and when I closed my eyes I
realized that they were all starting to melt into the one big blob of
eighteen-year-old flesh.  A sidelong glance at Peggy brought a new surge of
lust to my system.  Her big womanly tits, so heavy and laden, and that
carpet of tight curls covering her generous cunt, that's what turned me on!
Still, I knew that if I didn't take full advantage of the Moorehead School
for Young Ladies, I would hate myself for ever after.

   Actually, the gypsy girl interested me on her own merits.  It wasn't
just her hairy twat.  Her tits were too small for me to pretend she was a
full-fledged woman.  But there was something in her eyes that sparked me
off.  She smoldered sensually somehow, I couldn't put my finger on it.  At
that moment she had several of my toes snuggling into the slit of her cunt
and her hands busily massaged my soles, but her eyes were fixed on mine. 
There was a promise in them.  "Come on, sit on it," I invited her.  She
nodded and slid all the way up my leg with her pussy leaving a wet, snail
like trail behind itself, until she reached my hard cock.  Then, with a
quick motion of her body and hand, she stuck it up herself and sank down
over it with a heartfelt sigh.

   "Aaaaahhhh, that's better," she said in a husky tone of voice.  "My
parents sent me to this school to get me away from men, and all I've had
since then is girls.  You don't know how nice it is to have a cock
throbbing between my legs again.  Ooooohhh, it makes me shiver all over!"
The blonde kept on sucking my nipples as though nothing was happening, and
the gypsy started to move up and down over my cock.  The promise was being
fulfilled.  Her inner cunt quivered and contracted, pulsed with a life of
its own, and she shifted from side to side to put pressure on the different
parts of my cock.  Pretty soon I had forgotten all about the faint pleasure
in my nipples or the naked pussy in my hand.  My eyes were boring into the
gypsy girl's and my hands were on her hips to feel her flesh move as she
fucked me.

   It was extraordinary.  She moved on top of me with complete assurance.
Not a move out of place, not an adolescent overstatement.  Her motion was
like that of camels bobbing smoothly through the desert.  Up and down, all
in the one flux, and her pussy gripped and expanded, rose and fell, and my
cock soon felt like new again.  It inflated inside her, it got longer and
harder, digging into her lower depths, and the further it drove in the more
she danced on top of me.  A melodic, half-uttered moan came from her parted
lips.  Her eyes excited me.  Her small breasts moved jerkily and made the
palms of my hands itch for a feel.  I placed them over her like a bra and
let her flesh move under them.  My cock grew another inch.

   "You're terrific!" I told her.  All my jadedness had fallen away like an
old skin, I felt young, fresh, virile, capable of fucking day and night. 
"Did somebody teach you to make love this way?"

   "No, of course not." She looked surprised.  "Why, is it different?"

   "Mmmmm, the way your pussy moves around my cock," I said, shaking my
head.  "I'll tell you, you're the best lay in this school!"

   "And what about me!" demanded the blonde.

   "You can leave," I told her.  The gypsy was impressed with both
statements.  As my reward she lay down on top of me and began to undulate
her lissome body so that my cock got the benefit of her silken inner cunt
as well as her smooth thighs.  I rested my hands on her buttocks and just
lapped it all up.  "Yeah, that's the way, that's how I like it," I told
her. "Just do it nice and easy."

   "Okay.  Wrap your legs around me, Joe, I want to make you happy." And
she did.  With my legs around her waist I suffered from some role
confusion, but it was well worth it.  Her ass moved up and down in the
familiar fucking motion now, driving her cunt down over my cock.  And it
was she who changed angles, who went deep or shallow, she led and I
followed.  I took that for as long as I could, and when I changed our
position it wasn't to assert my male superiority, but only because I had to
fuck her harder than she could fuck me.

   I rolled over with her and drove my cock into her cunt with such force
that a big air pocket exploded inside her and ripped through the room. 
Some girls giggled but we were too intent on each other.  Her body fitted
mine perfectly, it was as though we'd been fucking for years and practicing
for this showcase event.  I came in from a high angle so her clitoris would
cop a piece of the action, and she appreciated every stroke.  "Yes, Joe,
yessssss!" she whispered, biting at my ear lobe and kissing me after every
exclamation.  "Oh, if you only knew how nice that felt.  Kiss me, Joe, kiss
me, and fuck me some more!" I kissed her deeply and continued the staccato
motion of my hips, ramming my dick into her moist sleeve and crushing her
body with mine.  "Harder, harder, I love to feel your manhood in me, oh
Joe, I want it, I need it, come now, come, CUMMMMM NOW, NOW, OH JOE, CREAM
IN ME, BLOW, OH CHRIST, I'M COMING, HERE IT COMES, OOOOWWWWW, AAAAAHHHHHH,
JOE, HOLD ME, HOLD ME, CRUSH ME, OH FUCK ME, YES, YES, YES, YES-SSSSSSSS-OH
YESSSS!!" With a loud whoop she announced her climax to the world, and then
it was back to business.  My cock was tireless.  It plunged and dove and
swam like Uncle Scrooge in his money bin, and my gypsy moaned and writhed
and cried with joy as fireballs of passion burned their way through her
system.

   I slowed down when things became too critical, leaving my cock to idle
deep inside her cunt, and even that excited her.  She tried to be still in
deference to my needs, but her body kept trembling in little fits, and each
little fit acted like a vibrator on my dick.  Manfully I held my load back,
and when it was safe to I started to plow away and store up some more
cream.

   "When are you going to give it to me?" she asked in that sexy, husky
voice.  "I love to feel it, it's so warm and smooth, just like hand lotion,
only better.  Come on Joe, don't be mean.  Give Gloria all you've got."

   So that was her name.  "Alright Gloria, get ready for it." I started up
again, pumping like a machine that's getting an extra surge of power.  Long
strokes, belly-slapping submarines, the kind she liked best.  My hands
grabbed hold of the cheeks of her ass and pressed them tightly together to
put more pressure on my knob.  Now her cunt was tight around me again, and
the inevitable started to happen.  My balls were full of it and they were
bursting to give it out.  Gloria egged me on, made her pussy walls tremble
and twitch just for me, and when I started to fuck faster and my grunts
resounded through the dorm, she grabbed hold of my ass.  Her finger shoved
up my ass and tickled the gland in there, and that did it.  I blew the lot!
That gland seemed to be connected to secret supplies of cream, because the
stream that poured out of my cock almost ripped it open.  And Gloria, her
mouth wide open in a silent scream, clung to me in ecstasy and trembled
violently with every spurt.

   "That was lovely!" she panted when it was all in her twat.  "Oh, I can
feel it sloshing about in there, all creamy and warm.  Oooohhh!" She
stiffened momentarily and then relaxed again.  "See, it gives me orgasms
just to know you blew in me!"

   "Isn't that something." I was genuinely impressed.  In fact, I could
hardly wait to fuck her again.  She had 'it', that mysterious quality that
turns a run-of-the-mill woman into a legendary piece of ass.  Men would
always think of her with a special sparkle.  And what was 'it'?  I figured
that the largest element of 'it' was just an open hearted enjoyment of sex.


   "Will we sleep together again?" she asked hesitantly.

   "Any time you say, baby," I said, caressing her thick black curls
fondly. "You're the greatest, don't let anyone tell you you're not.  None
of these girls can even hold a candle to you."

   "You're just saying that," she said, but she blushed with pleasure.

   "And I've never met a private eye like you, Mr.  Mac." The icy voice cut
through our new-found intimacy like a razor.  Mrs.  Van de Kut stood at the
dormitory door and eyed the whole place, and especially me, with monumental
disgust.

   CHAPTER SEVEN

   It was, much to my surprise, very late in the evening.  The girls had
seduced me into complete forgetfulness, and, while I had been fucking and
sleeping, Mrs.  Van had had to deliver the ransom money.  She told me the
details of this mission once she had swallowed her fury.  Peggy and I
dissociated our persons from our cloying young lovers, dressed, and tried
to look professional as we listened to her account.

   "I was told to place the money into a strong canvas bag," she said,
"bundles of one hundred dollar bills tightly packed together, and the bag
had to be securely locked.  The place to which I had to deliver it was in
the center of a large and dark meadow.  I still don't know how I reached
that small beacon that they'd put there; or, for that matter, how I ever
survived the treasure hunt leading up to that destination.  Even if I had
informed the police, Mr.  Mac, it would have done no one any good.  At the
beacon I found a note saying that the bag had to be tied to a thin cable,
the end of which was right next to the beacon.  It had one of those slip
bolt attachments, and as soon as I straightened up from my task, that bag
sped away.  I heard it skidding over the grass for a while, and then there
was silence.  I stood in the middle of the meadow and wondered what to do
with myself.  The beacon caught fire at this moment, too, probably due to a
timing mechanism, and destroyed itself and the note.  All that was left was
a patch of smoldering ashes.  Just before I turned to make my way back to
the car I heard a car start up way in the distance.  Of course it could
have been any car, all I know is that it was a VW bus or bug, one of the
two.  And that was it.  I reached my car, drove to the school, and found
you having a gay old time." She frowned again and inserted a cigarette into
her holder.

   "Yes, well, I overslept," I said lamely.  Mrs.  Van, lucidly, hadn't
been listening to my reply.  Her eyes swept over the girls standing around,
most of them half naked, others completely naked, and I noticed that, even
after losing all that cash and worrying about her daughter, she could take
a lively interest in sex.

   "Anyway," Mrs.  Van interrupted herself, "there's a week before Laurel
is due to be returned to me.  Once she is home I shah cab the police and
let them worry about it.  Until then I want you to come up with something
substantial or I will not only refuse to pay you the rest of your fee; I
will demand the return of my advance!" She left after that parting shot,
and Peggy and I looked at each other sheepishly.

   "Let's go into your room," she said.  "I want to talk with you in
private because these little jug ears are wide open." She looked around at
the girls significantly.  "Besides that, I don't think the kidnappers have
anything to do with this school.  We ought to be grabbing our gear and
getting the hell out of here."

   "Are you crazy?" I was going to say, but she silenced me with a look.  I
asked her that question once we were in my room, talking in a low voice and
rustling newspapers in case one of those female fiends had bugged the room.
"Of course the gang is here!"

   "I know that.  But we have to give them a sense of security before we
can expect them to fuck up half as badly as we have.  So let's pack up and
go.  Then we can sneak back in later."

   With Vinnie's help we did just that.  It was midnight by the time we
drove out of the school grounds.  Miss Parsons had assured us we were
welcome anytime we felt there was more sleuthing to be done inside of the
Moorehead school.  And Gloria came to see us off.  I felt a pang of regret
at leaving her, but then I could always come and pick her up after the case
had been solved.  We drove into the parking lot of a nearby motel and
checked in.  Since we'd slept for most of the day we were all wide awake
and raring to go.  Vinnie took his best camera and I took charge of the
long-range listening device.  Then we drove back to within a few hundred
yards of the school grounds and went the rest of the distance on foot.

   "You know, Joe, I was thinking about the kind of hospitably we got in
that school.  Don't you think the teachers had to be in on it?  I mean,
there was no patrolling of the corridors, no supervision, the girls just
did what they wanted with us."

   "That had occurred to me," I said, "although it's possible that it's an
experimental school where they believe in living and letting live."

   "Oh right, with Miss Parsons as the bold visionary," she snorted.

   "Wait a minute, don't jump on me.  I was just wondering, maybe the
kidnappers have no connection with the school.  Perhaps those girls threw
themselves at us because they're sex-starved, or it's an in thing to do to
fuck strangers.  Who knows what goes through the minds of girls?  Maree
might have wanted me for herself, you know, the way a dog carries off a
bone to stop the other dogs from gnawing at it."

   "And how do you explain Linda?"

   "She just hates men," I shrugged.

   "And the phone cabs?" she pushed.

   "Oh yes ...  of course it could be that the girls were discussing club
matters.  I keep hearing of some kind of secret society ..." At this point
confusion set in and I ended the conversation with a brisk: "Well, it's
just a matter of looking at all the possibilities.  Now let's see what we
can dig up in the school."

   There were still a few lights on in the buildings and we checked them
out one by one.  Girls were reading late or taking showers, others were
just sitting around and talking.  I checked on those conversations and
found that they dealt with all the subjects I wasn't interested in. 
Fashion, boys, and grades.  We checked the gym, walked around the square
and the lawns behind the buildings, but found nothing.  The last place we
checked was Miss Parsons' home.  And that's where we hit the jackpot!

   At first it seemed like a futile gesture.  Her house was in darkness,
and none of us thought of Miss Parsons as the kind to stay up late anyway.
But Vinnie's sharp eyes spotted a crack of light in one of the windows,
escaping through heavy drapes.  The window was on the second floor but that
didn't deter us.  A tree nearby was easily climbed, and then we edged along
the broad ledge running around the house.  Peggy stayed on the ground to
keep a lookout, and Vinnie and I squatted down at the window and tried to
peer through that small split in the drapes.  No luck.  Now and then we saw
a dark shape flash by, and it was obvious that something interesting was
happening, but there were no conclusions to be drawn.

   I pressed the listening device to the window and now I heard a babble of
voices and giggles, which told me nothing but that there were a lot of
girls in Miss Parsons' house at that time of night.  Vinnie had by this
time figured out a way to get a better look.  With his knife he had prised
the window open an inch, and then used the long blade to push the drapes
further apart.  What a vista opened up before us!  We almost fell off the
ledge with shock when we saw the other half of Miss Parsons' double life.

   The tall, angular, stereotypical school mistress had undergone a drastic
transformation.  Gone were the fuddy-duddy clothes, the gold-rimmed
spectacles, and her air of academic stuffiness.  In their place were tight
leather clothes, a whip, high boots, and sexual tyranny!  Vinnie started
photographing right away.  At times like these the expert in him overcame
the compulsive jerk-off, and I had no doubt that the shots of Dominatrix
Parsons would be clear and sharp.  I looked around at her visitors and
recognized a few of them.  They were all nude but for leather slings that
ran from the left shoulder over the left breast and then down under then:
asses, with one strap curving about their hips to hold the main strap in
place.

   Just as we thought we'd been surprised beyond ever being surprised
again, Miss Parsons moved to the side of the room and left us with a clear
view of what she and a few of her followers had been busy with.  There was
Linda, totally naked, looking drunk and disheveled, lying in a bed of green
pieces of paper ...  one hundred dollar bills!  Vinnie's camera clicked
over and over.  So they were the ones, the Sapphite's, they had the money.
But where was Laurel?  I checked the women out again and there wasn't a
trace of her.  They probably had her hidden away in the house somewhere.

   "Hey bitch!" Miss Parsons' voice was like a crack of her whip.  "I have
to piss!  Come over here!" Linda struggled up from the bed of lettuce and
walked on all fours to her mistress.  Parsons sat in a big easy chair, her
legs wide apart, the leather encasing her body gleaming and tight, studded
all over.  The Sapphite's were lolling about, watching lazily, fondling
each other, and Linda crawled along the floor until she was between the
headmistress legs.  She undid a centerpiece in the woman's pants and I
marveled at the engineering that had gone into that leather suit.  The
center piece was snapped to the trouser legs, which in turn were connected
to a belt.  Even with the crotch missing she could wear the pants in the
household.  And when the leather section had been laid aside the
headmistress moved forward in her chair so that her cunt pushed into
Linda's wide open mouth.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  Was she actually
drinking her piss?  Surely not.  But as we watched we noticed the girl's
neck muscles laboring, and we heard her cough and saw the piss splashing up
against her face for a second until she got her mouth back into place.

   "Wow!" Vinnie exclaimed, smitten with admiration.  "I underestimated
that woman, Joe.  She's terrific!"

   "Why don't you marry her?" I said sarcastically.  Linda wiped her
mistress' pussy with her tongue and returned to the bed of money.  Parsons
invited everyone to have one last drink with which to celebrate then- coup,
and then she told them it was high time for bed.  Obediently, the little
girls downed then: scotches and retired.  Only Parsons and Linda were in
the room now.  Vinnie and I hugged against the wall to conceal ourselves in
the darkness of night and Peggy hid in the bushes till the girls were back
in their dormitories.  Then we tuned in to the conversation taking place in
the room.

   "I want you to put the money back into neat five-thousand-dollar piles,"
Parsons ordered her charge, "and then put it back into the safe.  I don't
trust your friends very much.  All that money could turn their heads and
then we'd be in trouble again."

   "Yes Ma'am," said the girl.  While she counted and straightened out the
crumpled bibs, Parsons relaxed in her chair and idly flicked her whip at
the girl's bare ass.  Every now and then the tip flicked her flesh and
Linda winced and smiled at the same time.

   "Soon I'll be able to pay off the school's bibs," Parsons mused.  "Won't
that be wonderful?  Solvent again.  I couldn't have stood it if they'd
taken this place into receivership.  It's mine, I built it, and it will
always be the best school for young ladies in the country!"

   "Ah, go fuck yourself," said Linda.  "This school is a goddamned brothel
and you know it." I gaped at her in awe.  Was she crazy to be talking to
the cruel mistress that way when the whip was whizzing through the ah?  As
expected, the headmistress gave her a couple of lashes that brought red
weals up in the flesh of her buttocks.  Linda seemed to like it a great
deal, but she apologized humbly and kissed Parsons' boots.

   "Yes, the best," said Parsons.  "It was so easy, and all we lost was
that nasty Van de Kut girl.  Quite a bargain."

   "Good riddance to her," Linda agreed.  The dominatrix seemed to get
bored suddenly.  She got up and took off her leather suit to reveal a body
that had stood the ravages of time web.  Her flesh was firm, hard almost,
and she had no tits at all, no ass to speak of.  She bent over a low drawer
and extricated a long double dildo.

   "Leave that shit and come to bed.  I want to fuck you now." Linda
dropped the bundle of money she'd been putting together and followed the
woman out of the room.  The light went off in that room, on in another. 
But our job was done.

   "Let's take the money now!" Vinnie whispered.  "If we don't they'll put
it back into the safe and we'll never get it back!"

   "No, no, if they find the money gone Laurel could be hurt."

   "It sounded to me like she's already dead," said Vinnie.

   "That's a point ..." I had to think about that for a little while.  And
as I sat on that ledge thinking, the light went on again and Linda came in.
She had on a dog collar and her mouth had been gagged, but she bent down
over the money and threw it all into a wall safe.  Every last bill went
behind lock and key, then she hurried back for more fun and games.  Vinnie
wanted to see what they were doing, but I could imagine it clearly enough.
Now that the money was out of reach it seemed to me that we should have
taken it.  Peggy, however, disagreed.

   "No, you did right to leave it there.  I had plenty of time to think
while I was waiting for you, and I came up with a scheme.  What say I
infiltrate this girls' club?  Now before you say anything, I know one girl
here very web and I suspect she's a member.  She was really crazy about me,
and from what I gather a lot of the girls here thought of me in the same
way.  Should I try it, Joe?"

   "That's not a bad idea," I said, "but be careful."

   "No, I won't be careful.  What do you think I am, Joe, stupid?  Of
course I'll take it easy around those girls, they're not to be taken
lightly."

   "And while you're doing that Vinnie can snoop.  We have to find out
where Laurel is." On the way back to the car I filled Peggy in on the
details, and she decided to go back to the school in the afternoon to see
if she could infiltrate the ranks of the Sapphite's.  Vinnie wanted to
start snooping right away but I recommended he have some sleep and start
the following evening.  "As for me, I'm going to check around the town to
see if there are any rumors floating about.  You never know, I might be
lucky.  If not, well, we'll just have to strong arm Miss Parsons into a
confession."

   "I'd like to see that," Peggy said, with measured irony.

   * * *

   Peggy and Vinnie left in the afternoon and I lay back in bed for a bit
longer just to collect my thoughts.  A knock on the door startled me.  It
was the woman who owned the motel, come to change the sheets.  "Oh, just a
minute," I said, quickly getting out of bed and putting on a robe over my
nakedness.  "Okay, you can come in now." I sat in the easy chair and lit up
a cigarette.  The woman, Nora, was in her early forties, a solid woman with
a large ass and watermelon tits, blond hair piled on her head, and an open,
pleasant face.  When she bent over my bed to take off the sheets her dress
stretched tautly over her big ass so I could see the outline of her
panties. They were big panties, too, and the sight of them excited me
mainly because I could imagine those panties filled with buttocks and cunt.
And, since I hadn't had any sex for almost a day, her heavy sensuality
stirred my cock so that it bobbed up under my robe just as she happened to
be glancing my way.

   "Are you enjoying your stay, sir?" she said without flinching.

   "Yes, I certainly am.  This seems to be a very nice town," I said.  "So
quiet and peaceful.  I guess you're very happy to be living here, right?  I
mean, it's a lot better than the big city."

   "I guess so," she sighed, stuffing the dirty sheets into a big bag. 
"But you know how it is in these small towns, your life isn't your own, and
besides that there's more going on here than you'd think."

   "Oh yeah?  Come on now, don't tell me you've got crime and pollution and
psychiatrists here."

   "Sure we have." She stopped work and accepted one of my cigarettes. 
Sitting on the edge of the stripped bed, her legs loosely crossed to give
me visions of her big, fleshy thighs, she started to tell me the crime
statistics.  My cock had relaxed.  Crime statistics have that effect on me.
But her readiness to talk kept the pilot light burning.  She was so happy
to have someone to talk to at long last.  There was pollution too, and a
lot of crazy people lived behind those tranquil facades, I was told.  She
finished her cigarette.  "In fact," she said, her voice suddenly soft, yet
intense, "I have to see a psychiatrist one day per week.  You want to know
what for?"

   "Why?" I said, watching her slow advance toward me with curiosity.

   "Because I'm a nymphomaniac!" she cried and the next moment she was on
her knees between my legs, pushing my robe aside to get at my hah hard
dick. "Please say you don't mind, sir, but you're so handsome and big,
please, let me suck your cock, let's fuck, please?"

   "Call me Joe," I said, settling back into the chair.  She threw me a
look of abject gratitude and started to drool over my cock.  Her tongue
flicked out over my glands, rubbing it, loving it, and her hand stroked me
with obvious lust.  Since she was way ahead of me I figured it would be
best to wait till she warmed me up some more.  Oblivious to my relaxed
demeanor, she kept right on running her tongue over my cock, balls, and
belly, uttering little cries of delight as he own body took pleasure in
what she was doing to me.  The robe hung off me like a rag.  A shrug off my
shoulders let it drop to the floor.  Nora fumbled with her clothes to
ravish me more effectively without them.  I should have helped her, but it
was too much fun to see a woman rabid for sex.  Except for Peggy and Miss
Parsons' stooges, the women in my life tended to be anything but aggressive
self-starters.  It was left to me to push the right buttons and touch the
right bases before a response might be reasonably expected.

   Nora needed nothing but a willing body.  She gave up trying to take off
her clothes because it was interfering with her passionate groping.  It was
as though she'd been starved of sex for months as a punishment, the way she
wanted to relish every part of me.  Her fingers snuck up my ass, tickled my
balls, closed around my nipples, ear lobes, anything!  But her mouth stayed
very near to my dick.  Her tongue ran up and down the hard stalk, her lips
brushed along my glands against the grain, and she occasionally closed her
teeth around that section of my cock directly under the awning of my knob.
I was catching up fast.

   It became imperative to see what her body looked like.  My hands reached
for the back of her dress and undid the buttons there.  But I couldn't
reach the apron she had tied about her waist, at least not without
disturbing her.  Resolutely I bent forward and undid the knot, and, while I
was there, pulled the hem of her dress up.  Only when it was tugging at her
armpits did she yield to it.  Quickly I pulled it over her head and bang!
she was down again!  I had to take a brief break then because her bps
around my cock felt too delicious to be ignored any longer.  A minute or
two later I managed to reach for the catch of her bra, un-snapped it, and
released a billowing avalanche of flesh that dangled dually against my
inner thighs.  A surge of lust burned through me at the sight of so much
tit.  I wanted to dive into those big spongy masses, to hide and suck like
a child, or just to fondle them till my palms exploded from sensory
overloads.  But further down her back I saw those big panties, pink like
the ones my mother always wore.  There, in the confines of those familiar
panties, were her cheeks.  Even from where I sat I could see how massive
and round they were.  But how could I get her away from my cock long enough
to take them down?

   There was only one thing for it.  Gently I eased my body off the chair
and did a kind of half-turn with my cock as the pivot.  Nora seemed not to
notice.  She was sucking on my cock noisily, eyes closed, transported with
delight.  When I came to rest I found myself looking right up her crotch.
My legs were against the chair's backrest and my head was on the ground; it
wasn't the most comfortable position on earth, but it did bring most of my
faculties in touch with the part of her I wanted most.  An inch or two and
a pair of pink panties separated me from her cunt.  I could smell its faint
animal fragrance already.  And the stain of her juices was spreading
noticeably.

   Resting the weight of my body on the chair and on the nape, I grabbed
for the elastic of her panties.  They felt silky and taut, and when I
pulled them down her soggy crotch slipped down into my face.  The warm wet
spot was right against my mouth, and for a moment I let it stay there so I
could suck the juices out of the material.  But why settle for a sample
when the main supply is so near at hand.  Her ass appeared like two moons
over the horizon, vast and white, and when she condescended to move a
little I was able to push her panties away over her thighs.  Now her cunt
dangled overhead in the shade, a hairy creature exuding that fine, heady
aroma that made me wild with horniness.  As soon as my tongue prised the
thick labia apart, a veritable cloudburst of juice rained down on my face,
all the passion fluids that had accumulated there from the time she had
entered my room.  It dropped into my mouth, slid up my nose, blinded me,
and I pressed my face in all the more passionately for it.  Now both of us
were sucking noisily.  It became like a competition to see who would undo
the other first.  However, Nora needed my cock up her pussy more than she
needed it down her throat, and pretty soon she signaled me to get to work.

   With pleasure.  My cock was hard as tempered steel, out of its sheath
and ready to attack, Nora gave it one last kiss and luxuriously spread
herself out over the floor.  I asked if she wouldn't prefer the bed, but
she said: "No, I want it to hurt me!" I remained standing for a little
longer, partly to let the blood rush out of my head, partly to drink in the
voluptuous sight of her nakedness.  Her big tits had rolled back toward her
armpits, big gelatinous masses of flesh, tipped with brown nipples that
stood out like sore thumbs, literally.  Two whale-shaped thighs lay web
apart, raised by a pair of strong calves, and her hands were at her loins
to entice me inside.  They rubbed and stroked, parted the hairy bps, and
all the while her hips were bobbing up at me.

   Another second's delay and she might have resorted to violence.  I moved
in on top of her and my cock was sucked into a pussy that was a veritable
cave of earthly delights.  Just as a child can sense whether it's loved or
not, so my cock sensed how deeply her pussy appreciated its presence.  It
did its best to expand to fill all of her, but that wasn't so easy.  So I
started to jiggle it about inside her and to come in from different sides.
Now she started to appreciate me all over.  "Yes, that's it, scratch me in
there!" she grunted, banging her loins against mine and grabbing hold of my
ass with both hands to force me in even deeper.  "That feels so wonderful,
so great, just like somebody scratching your back feels, you know what I
mean?  Oh Joe, dig into it, fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can.  I need it
so badly.  Yes, yes, and you're so big, just my kind of guy.  Ah, that was
a good one, hit me there again now, to the left!"

   I did my best to follow her suggestions, but after a while her constant
talking became annoying.  "Could you keep quiet for a while?" I asked,
stopping all bodily motion for a moment.  "I'm really enjoying fucking you,
but your tongue keeps wagging and distracting me."

   "I'm sorry, Joe, I didn't mean to upset you.  But when you come in from
high your cock bumps into the exact spot.  That's the way, oh yes, right
down!" And so it went on.  One second it was the floor of her cunt, then
the ceilings, then the side walls, and eventually she wanted my cock to
telescope so it could get into her womb.  My irritation with her grew at
the expense of my passion.  I put up with it for as long as I could and
then, when I had been too sorely tried, I exploded.

   "Shut up you fucking big-mouthed bitch!" I yelled.  I reared up and
slapped her right across the face.  "You want me to lose my erection or
something?"

   "God forbid!  But-"

   "Shut up." I slapped her again, twice, hard, stinging blows that echoed
through the room.  Instead of getting upset she started to moan with
ecstasy.  And instead of angering me, the slapping became an integral part
of my lust.  Once her face was blood red with continued slapping, I told
her to get on her hands and knees.  "Now grovel you slut!" I hissed. 
"Grovel, stick your ass up in the air and kiss the ground!  You're lucky a
man like me would fuck you.  You know you're not worth it, don't you!"

   "Yes, oh yes, I know I'm just a piece of shit!" she sobbed, her voice
high with passion.  I started to beat on her ass, long-hauled hits that
left red impressions of my hand on her white, quivering cheeks.  At the
same time I rode her like a cowboy, digging my cock deep into her greedy
cunt, making it slurp and fart and making her cringe all the more.  This
was the life!  I loved to see her big ass ripple with my slaps.  Here was a
real ass, a woman's ass, not one of those boy's bums that I saw so often in
the Moorehead school.  Big and full and soft, great hams that only needed
to be tapped to ripple from one end to the other.  Her tits dangled down so
that her nipples chafed against the rug, and those tits excited me just as
much.  I grabbed for them a couple of times to savage them with milking
motions, and each time I did she screamed out with joy.  As long as I kept
my cock moving in and out of her cunt, all the rest was gravy for her. 
Squeezing, slapping, fucking, and frothing at the mouth with abandonment, I
kept her rising steadily.  She started with small orgasms, mere
firecrackers, and gradually moved on to small bombs, big bombs, nuclear
ones, the works!  Toward the end she was out of control, screaming and
yelling obscenities, wiggling her ass, writhing about with her face on the
floor, fucking me as hard as I was fucking her.  I beat her ass till it was
red all over, flaming with pain, and even then I couldn't stop.  I was like
a jockey whipping his mount over the finish line and then whipping it into
the winner's circle.  Nora wanted it all the way to the stable as well. 
Several times I had to shove my dick deep into her so that the sensitive
glands would be protected against stimuli.  And while I rested my cock she
demanded more action, more pain and humiliation!

   My arms grew tired before my cock did.  I was hitting her with closed
fists to keep her happy, and my cock had become a secondary part of the
whole twisted process.  Nora was cursing me out from all angles, dragging
my ancestry, my relationship with my mother, and my intellect into the
fray, and stomping on them ruthlessly.  The more she insulted me the more I
beat her.  I came, and that didn't stop it.  Now at least I could pub out
and get a good shot at her face.  I dragged her up by the hair and snapped
her head back to deliver a haymaker.  At that point she smiled beatifically
and told me I was the greatest lover ever.

   "What?" I said, dumbfounded.

   "That was beautiful, Joe.  You're a real he-man," she said, falling
around my neck and kissing me.  "Let's do it one more time.  I love the way
you do me!  Come on, once more, what do you say?" Her cunt was moving
against my cock most suggestively, and she was rubbing her tits into my
chest.

   "Er ...  let's have a cigarette first," I suggested.

   "You can smoke while you fuck me," she said feverishly.  "I'll get you
hard again, Joe, don't worry about that.  All you have to do is tell me you
want me again.  Aren't I the most passionate fuck you've had?"

   "Yes, you are that." Damn it!  I didn't feel like fucking right then.  I
was tired, run down, my cock hung between my legs like an old pickle, and
on top of all that she didn't make a very pretty sight.  Her face was red
and swollen, there were bruises all over her arms and shoulders, and her
cunt drooled with my sperm.  No, I had to recover psychically before I
could even hope for an erection.  "But you have to give me ten minutes
grace before the next bout."

   "I'll wait," she said brightly.  She lay on the unmade bed and began to
play with her pussy.  She dipped one finger into her runny hole and then
smeared the sperm all over the insides of her cunt, over her belly and her
thighs, and when that whole area was greasy she rubbed herself up with both
hands.  Her body started to undulate, less suggestively than commandingly,
and her eyes were fixed on mine.  I smoked in earnest.  When the cigarette
was less than half an inch long Nora started to smile broadly and opened
her cunt up for me to enter once more.  I couldn't do it!  Once was more
than enough.  There was nothing for it but to throw her out, much as I
hated to hurt her feelings.

   I was saved by a sudden intrusion.  There was a knock on the door, then
it opened and in came Peggy.  She was a mess.  Her dress was in tatters,
her corn rowed hair had been pulled at and stuck out every which way, and
there were bloody scratches all over her face and other exposed parts of
her body.  Nora thought it was someone of the same sexual persuasion as
herself and took little more notice of her.  But I jumped up and took her
into my arms.  "What happened?  Did you have an accident?"

   "An accident!" Peggy shook her head and sank down on the bed.  She
hadn't really noticed Nora, all she cared about was a cigarette and a
moment to catch her breath.  "They're crazy!  Those girls are the type that
ought to be locked away from polite society forever!  As for Miss Parsons!"
She couldn't think of what to say about the leader of the push, so she
shook her head and drew deeply on the cigarette I'd lit for her.

   "Miss Parsons?" Nora chimed in.  "Hey, are you talking about that lady
at the school?"

   "That's the one," I said dismissively.

   "She's the sister of the psychiatrist I go to," Nora announced with a
note of triumph in her voice.  "Isn't it a small world?  The psychiatrist
is her younger sister, you know, lovely woman, but a bit strange.  Still,
they say they're all a bit crazy, right?" Nora laughed, but we didn't join
her.

   "Hey Nora, listen honey, I've got a lot of business to attend to," I
said, picking up her clothes and hand-big them to her.  "We'll get together
tomorrow maybe, all right?  Right now I'll have to ask you to leave."

   "Oh ...  okay, sure," she said moodily.  "But you will be here tomorrow?
I mean, you're not just saying that?"

   "I'll do my best." Nora left, hardly satisfied.  I turned back to Peggy
and asked her to tell me what had happened.  Apparently she had gone to the
school and approached Linda through her contact.  Linda had played it
straight, pretended to believe her story, and taken her to the gym where
Peggy was told to strip and wait.  Some minutes later the whole club
entered the gym and locked the place up.  "It was like a hockey team," said
Peggy.  "They terrified me.  All those tough little girls in their
uniforms, eyeing me like cats, and before I could stop them they had me
tied against the wall bars.  Linda was the one who incited them.  She told
the girls that I was a spy and that they should teach me a good lesson.  Oh
Joe, it was horrible.  They all came at me with their claws out, mean as
bobcats, and I'm hurting all over."

   "Alright, let it out," I said gently.  "You just lie down and rest while
I check on Parsons' sister.  By the way, did you see Vinnie before you
left?"

   "Oh yeah, but he was too busy to tell me what he was doing."

   "I'll bet," I said.

   CHAPTER EIGHT

   I had underestimated Vinnie.  When I stepped out Of the motel room he
drove up and opened the door for me.  "They're going crazy in Parsons'
house, boss," he reported.  "The whole club is there and they're drinking
and partying like the world's gonna end tomorrow!  They've got the money
all over the floor like a carpet and if you want to take it back, now is
the time to strike."

   "Good man," I said, getting into the passenger seat.  "But first drive
to this address." I told him the street and number that I'd found in the
phone book next to "Parsons, Rita, Psych." We had to ask directions all the
way, but at last we saw the house she lived in, a Victorian mansion set on
top of a hill overlooking the woods.  There was a widow's walk on the roof,
and I was willing to bet the Moorehead school was visible from there.  I
parked the car some distance away and, following Vinnie, snuck through the
bushes to get to the house unnoticed.  There was no way of knowing whether
Laurel was in the house or not; we had to take our chances.  Vinnie was
very clever at moving through the undergrowth, a skill picked up during his
voyeur years.  In the minimum of time he brought us to the side of the
house, and I peered carefully over a window sill to get my bearings.

   The house seemed empty of people.  Not a sound could be heard.  Inside
it looked cozy, expensive, and bookish, and as we circled the place it
became clear that Rita Parsons liked the finer things in life.  Also, she
was an out-and-out dyke.  I saw statues of naked women, paintings of them,
and framed photos.  When we clambered up on the balcony and checked out the
bedroom we saw a variety of dildos lying about on the bedside table, and
there were men's clothes in the wardrobe.  Silently we tiptoed through the
bedroom, keeping our ears peeled for the slightest sound.  Not till we were
at the bottom of the stairs did the first faint sound reach us.  It was a
tiny scream, and it seemed to come from below us.  Vinnie and I looked
everywhere to find an entrance to a cellar.  There were no doors, no
trapdoors, no way of getting below the ground floor.

   "Hey boss, come over here!" Vinnie whispered.  He had his ear pressed to
the join of two bookcases.  "You can hear better here!"

   I listened until another faint scream arose and, sure enough, it was
much clearer there than in any part of the house.  "Remember those horror
movies?" I said to Vinnie.  He nodded and started to push and pull at
nearby objects in the hope of finding the lever that would open the door
for us.  The trouble was that there were hundreds of likely objects within
range and, without the guarantee that one of them would work, it was silly
to try them all.  We stood at that crack for a few minutes, listening and
trying to decide what to do.  Then the sounds stopped.

   "Quick, hide behind those drapes!" I hissed.  We waited with bated
breath.  Suddenly the bookcases swung apart and a woman stepped through
them.  She was tall and severe looking, a bit younger than the
headmistress, but just as angular.  When she was halfway into the room she
placed the flat of her hand on the breast of a copy of Venus de Milo, and
the wall closed again.  And, since she was alone, Vinnie and I thought it
safe to launch our attack.

   She screamed when we grabbed her, and in the next few seconds she almost
stabbed us to death with her pointy elbows.  She was hitting us everywhere
with those formidable weapons, and I finally had to overstep the boundaries
of propriety by socking her in the jaw.  That kept her quiet for long
enough to make her see reason.  "Let's take a look in your cellar, sister,"
I said roughly.

   "Who are you!"

   "The housing inspector.  We suspect you have boarders." Vinnie thought
that was funny but Rita didn't.  She informed us that if we wanted to go
into the cellar we should find our own way down there.  "Okay," I said,
going over to the Venus and rubbing the same tit, "we'll do just that."
Nothing happened.  The bookcases stared back at me implacably.  Rita gave
me a stony look that infuriated me.  "Tricky, eh?" I glowered.  "Okay
bitch, if you want your nose broken just keep on playing with me."

   "I'm going to cab the police as soon as your man friend lets me go," she
threatened.  "There's a law against breaking into people's homes, you
know."

   I didn't answer her.  An idea had taken place in my mind.  If the left
tit closed it ...  wouldn't the right tit open it?  I tried it and there
was no response.  But when I examined the statue more closely I noticed a
slight departure from the original.  This Venus had a clitoris!  And that
little knob, symbolically, opened the door for me.  Rita cursed under her
breath and resisted Vinnie's efforts to take her down the stairs.  I gave
her a little push, and that knocked the underpinning out from her mulish
conduct.  She lay at the bottom of the stairs, moaning in pain, and not far
from her lay someone else who was also in pain.

   The girl was nude and disheveled.  It looked as though she had been
flung down on an army cot covered in a grey, torn blanket.  Even though her
face had been bruised and she hadn't been washed for a number of days, it
was easy to tell that she was extremely beautiful.  Her ripe tits poked
straight up from her chest, and her fine facial features couldn't be
concealed by any amount of dirt or bruises.  She didn't look up when we
came down.  When I checked her eyes I found she'd been heavily drugged.

   She wasn't unconscious, though.  Just as we turned back to help Rita to
her feet, Laurel started to scream at us.  "Get out of here you fucking
animals!  Go on, fuck off!  You're ugly, your breath stinks, your mother
sucks rats, I want you to drop dead!" A string of insults followed and
Vinnie and I looked at her in astonishment.

   "What have you done to her?" I asked Rita.

   "Oh, it's just a drug," she shrugged.  "It's an hallucinogen that tends
to produce paranoid reactions.  She'll snap out of it eventually."

   "Why should you want to give her a drug like that?"

   "To make her insane, boss," Vinnie said knowledgeably.  "I heard the
Sapphite's saying something about the girl going crazy.  Now it makes
sense."

   "Jesus," I said, staring at Rita in wonder.  "Wow, you're really a nasty
piece of work, aren't you!" She looked away, her mouth set in a grim,
straight line.  "No, really, you have to admire real evil," I went on,
pulling her face back to me.  "And I'm going to give you your reward for
being so good at being bad." I looked at Laurel again.  Her face was
twisted in mindless rage, and Vinnie had to hold her down with all of his
strength to stop her from attacking me.  I pushed Rita back against the
wall and said, "I've got your number, you man-hating bitch!  You've never
been properly fucked and that's why you're such a mean, cold frigid bitch!"
She sneered back at me and laughed.  "Yeah!" she snarled, "that's right ...
and I never will give it up to a dirty guy like you!"

   I would have left her alone but I noticed that her nipples had become
erect under the thin fabric of her blouse.  Her cheeks were pink and she
was breathing heavily.  Then I got it!  The broad wanted a good dicking but
she didn't know how to admit it!  Fine by me.  My cock was hard and ready
for a little pussy action!  No problem!  I was actually going to enjoy
making this bitch beg for more when I got through with her.

   "You want me to fuck you ...  don't you?" I asked, pulling her close to
my chest and ripping open her sheer blouse to expose bare tits with rather
large nipples.  I leaned down and took one of the hard buds into my mouth.
It tasted good, kind of sweet, and became even more erect as my tongue
washed back and forth across it.  She moaned deep in her throat while
trying to push me away at the same time.  I knew she was hot, hotter than
she'd probably ever been in her entire life and there was no way I was
gonna stop now!

   She brought up her knee and tried to get me in the balls but I just
pulled her tighter against my body.  I could feel her pelvic bone pushing
against the hard ridge of my dick and I used her own motion to rub her cunt
hard against my cock.  She moaned again and her eyes closed!

   "Tell me you don't want to feel this big dick of mine sliding up your
tight hole!" I said roughly into her ear.  "Go ahead and tell me you don't
want me to stretch that hot pussy of yours wide open and fill it with a
fat, hot cock.  If you tell me ...  I'll stop right now!"

   Keeping her eyes tightly closed, she pulled me closer to her, moaning
like a cat in heat.  I quickly unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the
floor.  Her underpants were lace and I could see her bush right through
them.  Going by the kind of underwear she had on, I realized she'd been
looking for a good fuck for a long time but couldn't bring herself to get
over her hatred of men to get it!  I slipped two thick fingers into her
writhing cunt and felt just how wet and slippery she was down there.  My
finger found the nub of her clit-it was hard.  She pushed against my thumb,
rubbing her sensitive love button up against my fingers.  I dropped to my
knees and spread her pouty labia lips wide apart.  They were fleshy and
soft to my touch.  I could feel her legs tremble as I softly used the tip
of my tongue to trace the line of her slit from top to bottom.  It was wet!
Very wet!

   Pushing the tender skin taut, I made her clit pop out.  It was big,
bigger than any woman's clit I'd ever seen!  I knew the minute I used my
tongue and lips on it she'd probably fall to the ground so I moved her to
the sofa and made her sit on the edge of it, her legs splayed wide apart.

   She didn't protest but used her own fingers to open her cunt this time.
I got down on my hands and knees and went to work on her clit, pulling it
into my mouth as if it was a tiny prick!  It was certainly big enough to
suck and I pulled and tugged until it must have grown at least another inch
in my mouth!  Wow, the cunt juice literally began to pour from her hole as
I worked her clit, covering my face with sticky juice.  She smelled tangy
and musky, ready for anything!  Her clit throbbed between my lips and now I
really used my tongue to flick every surface of the super-sensitive flesh
nub.

   "God, eat me!" she cried out.  "Eat my cunt, suck it dry!  Stick your
tongue all the way up my cunt hole!  Let me cum!  Don't stop ...  do it
faster!" Her hips bucked up and down against my face and I had to hold onto
her hips tightly or she'd have tossed me off her altogether!  I drove the
tip of my tongue deep inside her slippery slit, shoving the thickest part
of it as far into her hole as possible!  She appreciated it and wriggled
even harder on my face, actually fucking my tongue with her hot snatch!  I
grunted, lost in the ecstasy of her hot twat all over my face.  I could
have stayed between her thighs forever.  She was driving me crazy with lust
and I ate her out as I'd never eaten a woman in my life!

   "Ready for some cock?" I asked her, my lips dripping with her juice. 
"Yeah!" she breathed, "I'm ready for anything you want to do!" I pushed her
down on her back and got out of my clothes.  My dick was rock hard and
ready to plunge deep inside her web-lubricated cunt.  Getting on top in the
missionary position, I used the head of my dick to part the fleshy folds of
her labia and slid right in to the hilt.  Her tits heaved and she sighed
deep in her throat, grabbing me around the waist with her strong legs and
pulling me even deeper into her wet channel!

   "Fuck me, you stud!" she growled.  "Fuck me so I can't walk for a week.
Fuck me like I've never been fucked before!" I used all my strength to slam
into her tender hole.  "More, harder!" she brayed.  I thought to myself
that maybe I'd taken on more of a wildcat than I could handle.  But no.  As
I kept up the speed, ramming my big dick as far inside her as possible, her
cunt muscles began to convulse, gripping me tightly as she started to
climax.  It didn't take but about thirty good, hard strokes to get her off.
She probably hadn't had a good fuck in years!

   "Cum, baby!" I urged her.  "Cum for me.  Make my dick wet with you cum
juice!" She squealed and came even harder.  She liked dirty talk.  "Now," I
said as I pulled my cum-soaked prick out of her gaping hole, "I want you to
suck me off so I can cum, too.  I want you to taste your pussy juice all
over my fat prick.  I want you to deep throat me and make the jizz explode
out of my balls!"

   She sat up and opened her lips wide, grabbing my cock with two hands and
stuffing my meat inside her lips like the hungry cocksucker she was!  My
cock swelled and the cum filled it to the tip.  I knew it was only a matter
of seconds before I would explode in her mouth.  She sucked hard and I
started to shoot my thick cream right down her throat!  After she swallowed
it all, I dressed her and we took the women up the stairs and put them into
the car.  He drove Laurel to the hotel, where Peggy took the girl under her
wing.  And, with Rita wrapped in a blanket and tied with a long piece of
rope, we drove to the school to do a little gate-crashing.

   At this point I realized we'd been dealing with amateurs all along.  We
had under-underestimated them, taking them for teeny-bopper's and academics
instead of seeing them for what they were, criminal dilettantes.  There
were no guards posted, no warning bells, life in the school went on as
usual except that the headmistress was occupied with a small group of
girls. When Vinnie and I drove toward Parsons' house we saw droves of girls
walking from class to class, holding their books clutched in front of them,
chattering, carefree.  No one would think they were in the thrall of a
cruel oligarchy of dykes, and yet they were just that.  Those same
normal-looking girls had worked as virtual prostitutes for the Sapphite's!
It made me angry to think about it ...  although I did experience a little
patch of glee for personal reasons.  What made me boil, though, was the
thought of Peggy all scratched up, Laurel spaced out, and Parsons abusing
little Linda.  That was beyond the pale.

   Before we entered the house I peered in through the window Vinnie
pointed out, and there, in full daylight, were the Sapphite's in the throes
of an orgy!  My eyes bugged out at the sight of them rolling about in all
that money, even though Vinnie had prepared me for it.  I just couldn't
understand anyone treating money so irreverently!  They were drunk, crazy
drunk, laughing and crying and screaming, all of them naked and in a knot
of bodies and limbs doing God only knows what.  "Let's go," I said to my
trusty chauffeur.

   We kicked the door open and stood on the threshold to await their
reaction.  They didn't notice us.  It looked as though they were all
sucking each other's cunts, but it was hard to be sure.  They were
groveling and rutting and crawling about in the one mess of flesh, groaning
and crying out, groping, licking, touching, spilling sweat and pussy juice
and spit over the money.  I locked the door.  It was an old-fashioned lock,
the kind that required a big key to turn it.  I slipped the key into my
pocket and walked past the writhing orgiasts and did the same to the door
at the other end of the room.  Now they were trapped.  The only way out was
through the windows, and that was a fifteen-foot drop.

   "Good afternoon, ladies," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.  As
one they stopped their lovemaking and a dozen pairs of eyes stared up at
us. I smiled but no one returned it.  Miss Parsons was the first to collect
herself.  She unraveled her person from the heap and staggered over to the
liquor cabinet, where she poured herself a couple of fingers of Scotch. 
She downed the drink in one gulp and refilled it.  Then, holding the glass
lopsidedly, she came toward me.

   "What do you want, private dick?" she said.  The girls tittered at that
pun.  "You want the money?  Well, you can't have it.  Good afternoon to
you, sir." She turned her back to me and motioned for her girls to continue
what they were doing.  Defiantly they started to eat each other again,
stopping only when the headmistress passed the bottle around.  Was this
what their parents were paying through the nose for?

   "I want the money," I said calmly, "and I want it in nice, neat bundles
of five thousand dollars."

   "We'll have to launder it first," said Parsons to her girls.  She moved
her feet apart and stood perfectly still, slightly bent over.  The next
thing I knew she was pissing on the money, a wobbly trickle of piss failing
down from her cunt to all that lovely money!  The girls cheered and made to
join her.  But that's where I drew the line.

   "The first one to piss on the money is going through the window," I
said.

   "Go ahead, Linda," said Miss Parsons to her slave.  The girl nodded,
slightly pale, but she spread her legs in her prone position and let a
stream of piss arch out from her blond pussy.  I was onto her in a second
and picked her up by a wrist and an ankle.  Her piss splattered against my
legs and over the money, and I was dead serious about throwing her through
the window.  But then an avalanche of girls overwhelmed me.

   It was like a wet nightmare.  Naked bodies covered me, there were
pussies in my face, tits in my hand, women reaching for my cock; only their
intentions were bad!  They wanted to hurt me.  I got up like a bear from a
pack of dogs and shook them off.  "Before you try that again," I hissed
furiously, "you'd better take a look at what my partner has in his hand."

   "What?  His cock?" quipped Miss Parsons.  But then she saw the
snub-nosed revolver that he was holding and her sense of humor left her. 
The girls stared at Vinnie with wide-open eyes.  They hadn't seen guns
before, apparently.  And while they were in shock I took off my clothes, in
order to take my revenge for Peggy and Laurel.

   "Eat it, Miss Parsons," I said quietly, "and remember to be gentle or
that hair-triggered gun is going to ventilate you."

   "All right," she said, looking defeated and yet intrigued, "don't get
mad, I'll do anything you say."

   "And get your slave to do the same for my man, that's a good girl." I
stood in the center of the room, arms akimbo, looking down at the tall,
angular woman kneeling down before me.  She wasn't very good technically,
but it excited the hell out of me to have her in that position.  No longer
the aloof spinster, the leader of the dykes, but a sexy, contrite woman who
wanted to please me and only me.  Her mouth was surprisingly capacious so
that she was able to take my whole cock inside.  Lack of experience
prevented her from making the best of that, but I was quite happy to let my
stiff cock rest inside that palpitating, warm, moist environment.  "While
you girls arc waiting," I ordered, "you might bundle the money into piles,
just as it was when it arrived here."

   Very reluctantly they carried out my commands.  The bibs were crumpled,
many of them were wet, but they were still valid currency, and that was all
Mrs.  Van de Kut would care about.  When I was sure they were sincere about
doing my bidding I let my attention focus on the blow job that the
headmistress was giving me.  She kneeled before me stiffly, uncomfortable,
looking at her girls now and then to see if they were laughing at them. 
And if one of them caught her eye, Miss Parsons gave an apologetic shrug.

   "Hey, what's the matter, aren't you loving it?" I said suddenly.  "Come
on, bitch, suck it dry!  You know you like it, don't try to tell anyone
different.  Come on now, big sucks, lick it, eat it!" I grabbed her head
with both hands and started to fuck her face with long, steady strokes. 
She made protesting noises but didn't dare to draw back.  Now it was
starting to get to me.  I fucked her mouth the way I fucked a good pussy,
taking my time over it, stopping when it became too tempting to release my
load, and entering from all sides to get the full benefit of her warm, wet
flesh.

   When the novelty wore off I told one of the girls to eat my ass.  What
the hell, I wouldn't get another chance like this for a long time, I might
as web make the best of it.  The girl wasn't at all happy about her
assignment, but I insisted.  She started off slow, just kissing my buttocks
and licking only those parts furthest away from my asshole.  I held on to
Miss Parsons' head with one hand and reached behind me with the other to
get hold of the girl and press her right into the split between my cheeks.
She stiffened and offered sullen resistance, so I reached behind me with
the other hand as web and forced her to go down on my ass.  Miss Parsons
kept sucking as if in a trance, so I leaned forward and set my feet further
apart to give the girl all the access she needed.

   Shyly, she let her tongue drift down to my asshole, took a quick taste,
and pulled away.  I pulled her closer and once again she tried.  Each
attempt resulted in greater familiarity and willingness.  Eventually she
put some heart into it, sucking my ass with ingenuous zeal.  It felt too
nice!  With Miss Parsons' mouth enclosing my cock and the girl's tongue
sneaking up my asshole I felt my whole body revving up, getting warmer and
tenser by the second.  "Yes, that's the way," I groaned, driving my dick
down the headmistress' throat and then shoving my ass back into the girl's
face.  "Give it to me good.  Suck it, lick, eat, you bitches!  Make me
happy!  It will get you off too!  Oh Jesus, that's nice, keep going, harder
now ...  that's it ...  now slowly, stick your tongue in further, hey you,
come over here and lick my balls!" A girl hurried over and sat between my
legs, wedged between the women, to look up and open her mouth wide.  She
took my balls inside the way people eat rollups, and she held them there.

   "Hey boss!  Take the gun, will ya, I'm about to blow!" Vinnie's
strangled cry snapped me out of the dense euphoria, and I looked around
just in time to see the gun coming at me.  Miss Parsons let go of my cock
and made a jump for it but I just beat her to it.

   "No you don't!" I yelled, pulling her face back on my cock.  "Just keep
sucking and forget the gun!" She smiled and opened her lips wide to
accommodate as she sank back to her knees and took my cock into her mouth
at once.  The girls seemed to have learned a lesson from that incident. 
They were still busy picking up the money but I noticed they were sticking
close to me and my three lovely suckers.  It occurred to me that they were
waiting for me to lose my bearings when I blew, and then to snatch the gun
from me.  Well, if that was their plan they were in for a disappointment. I
had once shot a man through the leg while his wife was giving me a blowjob,
and I told them so.  They eased back toward the walls and I subjected
myself to the final phase of this triple treat.

   Warm wet mouths suckled all my privates and sent buzzes of pleasure
through my body.  Not long now.  I started to hear my own groans as if from
a distance.  My hips drove my cock into Miss Parsons' mouth with jerky,
impatient motions.  The girl sucking my ass was getting involved with it
now and had her tongue so deep inside me that I wondered if she kept it
robed up when she wasn't using it.  And the one with my balls in her mouth
let her spit brew about my flesh to amplify those wild tingles into full
fledged pleasures.

   "GO TO IT!" I yelled suddenly.  "SUCK AS HARD AS YOU CAN, YES, YES, EAT
IT, OH CHRIST THAT'S NICE, NNNGGGGHHH, AAARRRGGHHH, UNH!!" And out it
poured, cream galore washing about in Miss Parsons' mouth, dribbling out
from between her lips and sliding down her throat.  After the first couple
of blurts I turned my attention to the surrounding girls and merrily waved
my gun at them to remind them who was on top.  "Suck me dry, Miss Parsons,
and you two keep eating me until I tell you stop." I let them go at it for
another five minutes, until the others had finished packing the money back
into the bag.  The bundles weren't neat but I was reasonably sure that all
of it was there.

   "Thank you one and all," I said, pushing the women away and putting my
clothes back on while Vinnie covered them.  "Now, I want you to come with
us, Miss Parsons.  The rest of you can go and thank your lucky stars or
something."

   "You're forgetting one vital element; Mr.  McCanoczek," sneered the
headmistress.  "If you take me and the money my associates will surely
dispose of Laurel Van de Kut."

   "If your sister can undo her ropes and find her, I'm sure she would," I
said agreeably.  "However, if you want to see your sister again I suggest
you come with us." Her mouth fell open and her eyes stared at us dully. 
She was so shocked that when I opened the door she just walked out, naked
as she was, with sperm stains trailing down her chin.  Vinnie followed us
with the gun and the money.  Once back in the car I put the headmistress
into the back seat with her sister, saying that I was sure they had tons to
talk about.  They looked at me like cobras about to strike.

   Much later, when the Parsons sisters had been turned over to the police,
the reward money was snug in my bank account, and Laurel was convalescing
in her own room, Mrs.  Van de Kut invited me for a drink in private.  After
the second one she asked if she could do anything for me, and her lecherous
tone indicated that she wanted me to want something.  But I was drained,
empty, my balls were no bigger than bee bee pellets, and for once in my
life I was more interested in talk than sex.

   "Well, all right," she said, looking away in a huff, "I won't take it
personally, I know you're not a virile man.  But you really ought to see a
psychiatrist about your inability, Mr.  Mac."

   "It comes and goes," I said with a shrug.  "And right now it's gone. 
But if you're any good at faith-healing, laying on of hands and all that,
you might perform a miracle." Her disappointed look gave way to one of
delight, and a moment later our professional relationship turned into a
lecherous one.  And as far as I was concerned, it was a fitting conclusion
to my most sex-sodden caper.
   THE END of BOOK II