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Authors name: Mark Carver (Anonymous)
Story title : Chained Cheerleader

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Chained Cheerleader (M+f-teen, ff, bond, inc, slut)
By Mark Carver
First published by "TheEditor"

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Chapter 1


  The biggest problem Phil Jenkins faced in running the Del Mar 
Theater in the small coastal town of Pacific Gardens, 
population 16,523, was not the attendance. In spite of the 
local drive-in, the only movie house in town did a packed 
business every night.
  Phil's problem was not outraged parents, either. The Del Mar 
showed only wholesome family entertainment, and tonight 
featured a Clint Eastwood Western and a Walt Disney frolic, 
which always packed them in.
  The real problem Phil Jenkins faced at the age of forty-two 
was hot, innocent and eager young pussy. Like the gum-chewing 
angel now facing him across his desk in his private office in 
the Del Mar.
  "I know there aren't any openings for usherettes right now, 
Mr. Jenkins," Sally sighed, her tits surprisingly ripe for her 
age. "What I mean is, I wanna be put on the waiting list. Ginny 
is gonna be married next month, right? And you're gonna need 
someone to take her place, right?"
  Phil swallowed hard and nodded, his huge cock straining 
fiercely at his pants. It would take a saint to resist getting 
the biggest hard-on of his life while gazing at Sally's small 
wet mouth, which she licked repeatedly. Although the little 
blonde had the face of an angel and the body of a sex-goddess 
in the making -- give her two more years and boys would shoot 
off in their pants just gaping at her -- Sally's reputation, 
even for a hick town like Pacific Gardens, was notorious.
  It was common knowledge that Sally went down on the entire 
school football team when they won the county championship last 
month. Phil's son, Don, had told him that, the kid grinning 
broadly as he admitted Sally gave a terrific blowjob. And she 
fucked like a mink in heat.
  If it was hell to be called the town nympho at her tender 
age, Sally was totally unaware of it. She was, in fact, proud 
of her wild reputation. Her mother was a divorcee, who also 
fucked like a mad dog in heat, rumor had it. Her mother didn't 
give a damn what Sally did with her cute ass as long as she got 
passing grades in school.
  The trouble with living in a small town was that everyone 
knew everyone else's business, if not today, then tomorrow for 
certain. Phil Jenkins was acutely aware of this as he faced the 
hot-titted little blonde in his office this night, at a little 
after nine p.m.
  If Phil succumbed to temptation and rammed his massive prick 
up Sally's juicy little cunt, it would be flashed around town 
before the sun's rays met the shimmering Pacific on the edge of 
town tomorrow morning.
  At forty-two, Phil was in superb physical shape, lean, still 
powerfully muscled, ruggedly good-looking, and hung like an 
angry bull. He had long ago made it a firm rule never to touch 
the local jail-bait, largely out of fear of parental 
retaliation. What the hell, he had plenty of ass on the side, 
mainly neighbors' wives. He also got a working girl or two 
occasionally, usually in their early twenties.
  While Pacific Gardens was not Peyton Place, it had its full 
share of swapping and adultery. But Phil prided himself on 
being a strong family man. Sure, he got his quota of hot pussy 
on the side, but he was still justifiably proud of his 
beautiful wife, his handsome son, and above all, his gorgeous 
teenage daughter, whom he was convinced was still cherry. A 
good girl, Cindy, the apple of his eye. There was just one 
problem.
  Lately Phil had been tormented by feverishly obscene 
fantasies about his lovely daughter, not just fucking her -- if 
it were only that, he could sleep more peacefully at night -- 
but doing every conceivable lewd act with her ripe, tawny young 
body, from eating her golden thighs like a starving beast to 
raping her luscious ass to fucking her sensuous mouth.
  For a start.
  And now as Phil faced gum-chewing, shining-eyed young Sally 
Owens,
just a year younger than his own hotly sexy daughter, Phil 
realized there was a strong similarity between the two girls. 
Only physically, of course, because his daughter was a virgin, 
not a town tramp.
  What harm would there be in breaking his firm rule just this 
one time? He could plow his urgently pounding prick savagely 
into Sally's young cunt, and pretend it was Cindy. He might 
even eat her luscious little pussy, too, although the thought 
that half the boys in town had shot their wads there made the 
idea unappetizing.
  And as Sally faced Phil, she sensed his rising lust like a 
fox sniffing a nearby meal. Not exactly over-endowed with 
brains, Sally nevertheless could tell at once when a boy or a 
man found her sexy, and could always tell when they had a 
tremendous hard-on, even though she couldn't see Phil's behind 
his desk. Little giveaway signs, like a flushed face, and 
constantly shifting his ass in his seat to ease the discomfort 
of his madly throbbing cock, and the way that vein pounded in 
his forehead, like he was going to burst a blood vessel if he 
didn't get his rocks off soon.
  Because Sally had a simple mind, trapped for life in a lushly 
curved body, she had only one burning goal right now: To get a 
job at the Del Mar. The fringe benefits were terrific in a hick 
town like this. You could let your friends in free, and Sally 
had more boyfriends than she could count on her pocket 
calculator. You could see all the movies free, eat all the 
popcorn and candy you could steal, and in addition to your 
salary, you got whatever cash you could steal when you worked 
the candy counter or the box office.
  It was also glaringly obvious to Sally that the fastest, 
simplest way to persuade Mr. Jenkins to hire her was to trade 
her hot, eager young mouth and juicy cunt for a job. After all, 
she'd fucked almost every boy in school for nothing, or for the 
price of a movie and a pizza and a few beers and some grass, so 
it seemed like more than a fair trade to the hot young swinger.
  But Sally's problem was also obvious.
  Mr. Jenkins wanted her all right, so badly in fact his eyes 
were
bulging and he was practically jerking off behind his desk. But 
he was afraid, because he was a married man and he thought his 
wife or his kids would find out. Sally hastened to reassure him 
in her own direct way.
  She got out of her chair and went around the desk, and simply 
sat on Jenkins' lap. She blinked her wide green eyes up at him 
innocently, but the way Sally squirmed her hot plump asscheeks 
into his pounding hard-on was not typical of naive adolescents.
  Then she put her arms around his neck.
  "I like you, Mr. Jenkins," she said girlishly, grinding her 
ass
lewdly into his immense hard prick. "Like a daughter, I mean. I 
don't have a father," she added softly. "I mean, a girl like me 
needs a lot of affection, Mr. Jenkins. You've got a daughter 
about my age, huh? I know Cindy and I like her a lot," Sally 
hurried on, wondering if he was going to explode his burning 
jism in his pants. He was sweating profusely now, holding 
himself back with an effort.
  At that point Jenkins was trying desperately to argue himself 
out of fucking Sally Owens. He was a solid businessman in this 
town, well-known, respected, the owner of the local movie 
house, the provider for a fine, handsome family. It was one 
thing to get your action from other neighbors' willing wives 
and, once in a while, a horny secretary or bank teller. But it 
was a pussy of a different color to screw around with a mere 
child.
  Even if she was a nympho. And one of the hottest, sexiest 
little girls he'd ever seen. With an ass so silky and ripe 
through her jeans, he knew he had to ram her there, after he 
had fucked her sultry little mouth and luscious pussy.
  With child-like directness, Sally decided to get to the point 
at once.
  "Gee, I'd love to go down on you," Sally whispered in his 
ear.
"It feels like a monster! I'd just love to suck off a real man 
for a
change, Mr. Jenkins ... mmmmm! That feels so big and hot ... 
oooooh..."
  Hearing the obscene words purr out of that child-like mouth 
burst the last of Jenkins' precarious control. He grabbed her 
heaving tits through her thin T-shirt and squeezed, his breath 
coming in rasps as Sally made lewd fucking motions with her 
succulent ass.
  "It'll be out secret, honest, Mr. Jenkins," Sally whispered, 
reaching down between her legs for his huge prick. "I'll never 
tell a soul, you don't have to worry! And you can have it any 
time you want, Mr. Jenkins, even if I'm working out there." She 
gestured to the lobby outside his office, where the booming 
voices from the movie could be heard. "All you gotta do is call 
me in your office, and I'll do anything you want, anything ..."
  With the deft movements of a swinger far beyond her years, 
Sally had unzipped his fly while she talked and she now 
uncoiled his long, quivering rod. The blonde sucked in her 
breath. God, that was a giant!
  Sally quickly climbed off his lap and in one swift movement 
whipped off her T-shirt. Her plump tits sprang forth, their 
dusky nipples fat with excitement. Then she stripped her jeans 
off, and for a minute just stood before Jenkins stark naked, 
her tawny flesh luminous with pure sex, her curly nest of cunt-
hairs glistening with her juices. With lewd cunning, Sally 
cupped her tits in her fingers and rotated them, licking her 
lips at the stunned theater owner.
  In a grown woman, the lusty gestures might have been 
ridiculous, a satire on a porno movie. On a plump-titted, ripe-
assed, golden-skinned young teenager, the teasing ritual was so 
tremendously exciting Jenkins felt his cock leap, and a huge 
drop of cream oozed out of his crimson knob.
  "Want me to take your pants off?" Sally whispered, her eyes 
gleaming on his massive cock.
  At last Jenkins spoke. "I'll do it, Sally," he said in a 
hoarse croak. He stood up, talking while he stripped naked.
  "Listen, honey, you can start work here tomorrow night, but, 
goddammit, one word of this and I'll be ruined! Understand? 
I've got enemies in this town, business rivals, and if they 
ever found out I screwed a young girl, it'll be my ass, my dick 
and my balls -- got it?"
  Sally nodded quickly, flushed with triumph. She was already 
letting in hordes of her boyfriends free, gorging herself with 
free candy and popcorn and pilfering from the cash register.
  What really bothered Jenkins as he stripped was not so much 
the fear of exposure with Sally. It was his violent, maddening 
hunger for his own luscious daughter, and once he got into a 
tight, juicy young cunt like Sally's, he'd be hooked on tender 
young pussy like a drug.
  And wouldn't be satisfied until he gave into every bizarre 
urge with his own sexy daughter.
  But as Jenkins drank in Sally's ripe tits and softly rounded 
belly and plump, hot thighs, the entire police force of Pacific 
Gardens couldn't have torn him loose if they marched into his 
office right now with riot guns.
  Now Sally practically pushed him back into his desk chair, 
and in the next movement dropped to her knees between his hairy 
thighs. She seized his throbbing meat in her tight fist and 
guided her lips onto it, moaning deep in her throat.
  And then began the blowjob of Jenkins' life, a work of savage 
art that made every other blowjob he'd had seem like stale 
pussy in comparison. Even his own wife, no slouch when it came 
to sucking him off, couldn't match the fire and eagerness and 
sheer ravenous greed of the teenager's boiling mouth.
  Sally didn't just suck a man off. She used her imagination to 
its wanton hilt, ripping her teeth gently across the surface of 
his long prick to make him gasp in surprise, flicking her wet 
tongue across his knob like a lusty whip, jerking his cock in 
her fist all the while to coax his jism, nibbling, sucking, 
kissing, lapping, stinging Jenkins' meat with every fiber of 
her sexy young flesh.
  "Oh Christ, oh shit, oh wow, Sally!" groaned Jenkins, dazed 
at the burning assault. She used her fiery lips and tongue like 
a silken mad cunt on his rod, bobbing and waving her head to 
roll his cock around her mouth. Jenkins held her head in a 
tight grip, but it wasn't necessary to lunge with his hips. She 
was doing virtually all the work, and it was a pure labor of 
love for the hot little nympho.
  Sally was a born cocksucker who discovered her natural gift 
four years earlier, when she greedily went down on one of her 
mother's boyfriends while her mother was out getting more 
liquor. From the moment the man shot off in her mouth, making 
her gag with his salty flood, Sally was hooked for eternity on 
oral sex.
  She lost her cherry a year later to the next-door neighbor, 
who also happened to be fucking Sally's mother, along with half 
the men in the block. And from that moment on, it seemed that 
the budding blonde's entire life revolved around having 
something huge and hot in either her mouth, her pulsing pussy 
or her tingling asshole.
  She'd lost that cherry the same year, to still another 
neighbor.
  And when Sally went down on a man, she did it with the
concentration of total genius. Her mind simply ceased to 
function, because her entire being was riveted to the thick, 
gorging meat filling her aching mouth.
  Staring down at the young blonde in astonishment, Jenkins 
felt his jism beginning to boil up in a tight knot in his 
loins. What an incredible little cocksucker! He had the 
shocking sensation he'd plugged his dick into an electric 
socket as Sally moaned and sucked and jerked on his brick-hard 
rod, intent only on getting Jenkins' rocks off.
  The youngest pussy Jenkins had ever had in his life was his 
own wife, at sixteen. And while she was wild and eager and 
juicy, she didn't have the mad animal passion of Sally Owens, 
or the wanton skill, or the feverish, obscene joy of the 
moaning blonde.
  And even as Sally slid her ripe lips back and forth furiously 
on his cock, Jenkins wondered if the lust-crazed nympho had 
ever made it with another girl, and the depraved image of the 
naked little blonde going down on his own daughter, Cindy, 
flashed in his mind, and Jenkins groaned and held onto Sally's 
head tightly as his cum began to spurt in fierce torrents into 
her throat.
  A muffled scream of happiness erupted in Sally's mouth as the 
boiling jism gushed out at violent intervals. She gulped 
rapidly and expertly, milking his cock furiously in her hot 
fist, feeling that strange tremor, like a climax, race through 
her lips and tongue and throat.
  When there were only a few drops left to suck up, she quickly 
withdrew her lips and held his prick upright in her fist and 
darted her pink tongue out to scoop up each molten drop in a 
slow, lascivious ritual that brought a sharp gasp from Jenkins' 
lips.
  "Oh, shit, Sally, you're a hot, loving angel!" Jenkins 
groaned, lifting her up by her armpits and placing her on his 
lap, facing him. She put her arms around his neck, exactly the 
way his daughter used to when she was younger, to cuddle 
innocently, but Sally rubbed her burning tits feverishly into 
his chest and undulated her dripping cunt on his limp rod.
  "That was wild," Sally sighed, hugging his soft cock in her 
fingers, pressing it to her throbbing crotch. "Can I smoke a 
cigarette now, Mr. Jenkins?"
  "Call me Phil," he grinned, reaching beyond her to get a 
cigarette from his pack. He lit it and handed it to her, 
watching her inhale childishly. He felt his dick begin to 
stiffen sharply beneath her squirming, luscious pussy and hot 
stroking fingers.
  Squeezing her silky moist tits in his fingers, Jenkins 
realized he was now suddenly and thoroughly hooked on the 
little nympho. With that realization also came the sharp 
knowledge that he could have her any time and anywhere. She was 
so young and naive she thought being an usherette at the Del 
Mar was glamorous, for Christ's sake, because she got to wear a 
flashy red uniform and let her friends in free. He knew she'd 
pilfer as much candy and popcorn and petty cash as she could 
get away with and the thought amused him.
  She'd steal maybe two-bucks' worth of popcorn and candy a 
night, let five or six friends in free, and pilfer perhaps four 
or five dollars a night.
  And she'd just given him a blowjob worth a million dollars in 
wild satisfaction, the hottest, most lascivious, hungriest 
blowjob of his entire life!
  He didn't tell Sally he'd have to fire someone else to make 
room for her, but that was no problem. The brunette who was 
getting married next month could go. Shit, he'd fire them all 
if he had to, to make room for this juicy little mink!
  "Mmmmmmm," Sally purred, feeling his prick get hot and stiff 
against her eager cuntlips, "you're gonna spoil me, Mr. 
Jenkins! Boys don't have cocks like this. A lot of men in this 
town don't either!"
  "Call me Phil," he reminded her, wondering which men she'd 
fucked. Just in case it might pay to have knowledge like that. 
Although Jenkins was well-liked by most of the businessmen in 
town, he had about a half-dozen enemies, mostly men whose wives 
he'd fucked.
  Fuck them, he thought dryly, that was their problem. If a man 
couldn't keep his wife satisfied in bed, she had a right to 
seek action elsewhere.
  Take his own sexy wife, for example. Jenkins trusted his 
voluptuous wife to the hilt. And why not? He kept her serviced 
regularly, and over the years her demands had lessened. She 
was, after all, the perfect wife and mother, content, glowing 
with happiness, proud of her handsome family.
  If Jenkins knew the truth at that moment as the luscious, 
naked teenage nympho moaned hotly on his lap and began guiding 
his thick, fleshy cock deep inside her sucking pussy, his 
erection would have toppled over like a drunken soldier.
  His wife was indeed content, sexy, and glowing with 
happiness.
But it had very little to do with her husband.
  It had everything to do with a ravishing young nurse she'd 
met one month before.
  As well as the nurse's boyfriend ...


Chapter 2


  Jenkins clutched Sally's ripe, throbbing tits in his fingers 
and gasped as the girl began to work her fiery cunt with wanton 
power. She slid up and down on his massive dick very slowly, 
dreamily, ooooh's and aaaah's and mmmmm's crooning in her 
throat. She was fantastically tight and slippery and hot, 
easing more of his long prick into her slit by gradual degrees, 
grinding her sweating ass lewdly on his hairy thighs each time 
she eased down.
  "Hey, Daddy!" she sobbed. "it's wiiild! Jeez, I love a big 
hot prick! Aaaah, yessss, unnnnf!"
  Again as Jenkins stared at her smooth, angelic face he 
marveled at what a terrific fuck she was at her age. If she was 
this passionate and sensuous and eager at her tender age, what 
would she be like five years? She reeked with animal sex now, 
beads of sweat dotting her golden skin, her hot lush tits 
heaving faster, her boiling cunt starting to gush honey in a 
flood of rising lust all over his cock.
  She was barely a girl but, Christ, did she know how to work 
her wild pussy!
  Now Sally was gently swinging her hips back and forth so that 
his burning cock rubbed mad thrills against her cunt walls, one 
hand reaching down behind her to tickle his balls while she 
rode his rod. Then the moaning blonde suddenly switched to a 
side-to-side motion, gripping more of his dick in her hotly 
sucking slit.
  And with raw desire, Jenkins was craning his neck down to 
suck on one of her satiny tits, his blood pounding and singing 
with excitement. His own daughter couldn't possibly be as wild 
and wanton a piece of ass as Sally, being a cherry, and in all 
truth she wasn't as sexy in an animal way, but Cindy was 
lovelier, more delicate, sexy in an almost spiritual way.
  Screwing Cindy would be like screwing an angel of love.
  But the madly moaning, feverishly panting blonde on his lap 
was an angel of pure lust, born to suck and fuck and tease 
and excite and thrill. Now Jenkins clutched her ripe ass in 
his fingers and deliberately tickled her asshole to see her
response.
  Sally went into a frenzy.
  "Daddy, stick your finger up there! Hurry! Oooooh! Wiggle it
around, oh wow, yesss, mmm, shit, love it! Agh!"
  And in the next moment Jenkins felt as if he were trying to 
hold a crazed animal on his lap. Sally was abruptly whipping 
her burning cunt up and down on his rod in a fever of 
excitement, clawing his bare back with her sharp nails, sinking 
her teeth into his shoulder, her cunt-honey streaming like wet 
fire onto his groin.
  When Sally started coming, she didn't play around.
  Originally, the naked blonde planned to leisurely ride his 
huge cock in a slow journey of lust, milking all the pleasure she 
could out of the position first. Since she was on top, she had 
total control over her own thrills. And the teenager wasn't 
used to enormous pricks like the theater owner's, getting most 
of her action with schoolboys.
  But the instant he'd touched her sensitive asshole, Sally 
began to explode with raw passion. The first time she'd been 
raped in her tender ass, she thought she'd die of pure agony. 
But then, as she grew accustomed to the blazing mass of meat in 
her narrow asshole, the searing pressure sparked strange 
thrills in her bowels, spreading rapidly outward to her 
seething loins.
  And then she'd learned to crave it, able to climax madly with 
a stiff cock up her tawny ass. There was very little in the 
world of obscene pleasure that Sally hadn't experienced. With 
men, that is.
  As far as other girls were concerned, Sally was still a 
cherry. She was so obsessed with cocks, the thought simply 
never occurred to her that she might enjoy sex with other 
girls, that pussies could be as enjoyable -- and even more 
delicious -- than pricks.
  But her day of awakening wasn't very far off ...
  Ramming a finger deep into her churning asshole and wriggling 
it as Sally pumped her frantic hot slit lustfully on his rod, 
Jenkins groaned with intense excitement. Her juicy little cunt 
was beginning to suck at his cock like a ferocious suction 
pump, and her silky tits and sharp teeth and lush ass seemed to 
be everywhere at once, sweating, jerking, rubbing, craving his 
hot jism with urgency.
  Now Jenkins was gritting his teeth and holding his breath as 
Sally's wild pussy thrashed to a maddening rhythm, gushing her 
excited juices over his prick like a boiling spray, and the 
next moment his loins exploded. Hot spurts of cum spattered 
deep into the girl's frenzied slit, and Sally crushed her tits 
to his face and went into spasms of lewd bliss, a clawing, 
wild-eyed mass of velvet fire.
  Slowly, her twitching cunt relaxed, but the blonde continued 
to shudder and moan on his lap, hugging his soft rod fiercely 
in her tight pussy.
  "Hey, I liked that!" Sally whispered, flicking her tongue-tip 
in his ear. "How was I, okay, Mr. Jenkins?"
  He sighed. No matter how many times he told her Phil, she was 
going to call him that, because he was her boss now. What the 
hell, he didn't mind. In fact he loved it when she called him 
Daddy in the throes of excitement -- knowing whose luscious 
cunt and ripe ass he really craved.
  "You were terrific, Sally," he groaned as she clamped her 
dripping slit powerfully on his limp cock. "Tell me something, 
honey -- did you ever make it with another girl?"
  She suddenly stiffened and stared at him directly, her 
lustrous green eyes filled with scorn. "Hell, no! What do you 
think I am, Mr. Jenkins? I don't go in for that weird stuff! I 
might be a little cock-crazy, but I draw the line right there."
  "I just wondered, that's all," Jenkins said casually as the 
blonde climbed off his lap. She got a Kleenex from his desk-top 
and fastidiously dabbed at her pussy, a mere child, he realized 
with a shock, but with enough fervent passion to shame most 
hungry women.
  Then Sally frowned, as if thinking of something for the first 
time. She looked into Jenkins' eyes.
  "Um, who did you have in mind?" she asked curiously. "I mean, 
I don't do things like that, but, you know, I might just try it 
once, for kicks, just to see what it's like. They say you never 
know until you try. Now if it's some old hag, forget it! But if 
it's a really good-looking girl, sexy, you know, I might just 
think about it ..."
  Jenkins licked his lips, not having the nerve to mention his 
daughter's name. If that story ever got out!
  "Just a very pretty girl I know," he said hoarsely, staring 
at Sally's plump, silky asscheeks. "A young girl, like you."
  "Like Cindy," she grinned, her eyes cunning with knowledge. 
It wasn't hard to see what was on his mind. Hell, Cindy was 
beautiful, but everyone knew she was a Miss Goody-Goody, 
thought her little pussy was plated with gold it was so 
precious.
  His face turned beet-red and he averted his eyes. Goddamn the 
smart little bitch! How could she be so sharp at her age?
  When it came to school exams, Sally could barely make it, 
largely because all that stuff bored her, having nothing to do 
with the practical realities of life, like sucking and fucking 
and eating and movies. But when it came to naked passion, she 
could tell what went on in most people's minds, especially 
adults like Mr. Jenkins, who thought they were so cool about 
it.
  Christ, all you had to do was look into their eyes when they 
talked in circles like that. The theater owner was a mirror, 
for all practical purposes. Sally felt his wild excitement when 
she'd called him Daddy, felt his big prick leap and quiver 
inside her like a rocket taking off.
  Besides, she had a hunch most men wanted to fuck their 
daughters anyway, especially if they were sweet and sexy, like 
Cindy. Sally was very cynical for her age but she saw nothing 
wrong with giving men what they wanted -- as long as she got 
what she wanted in return.
  "I wouldn't mind making it with a gorgeous girl like Cindy," 
she told Jenkins in a soft voice, deliberately turning sideways 
and tracing a finger up along the crack of her ripely curved 
asscheeks. That turned him on like a five-hundred-watt bulb! 
Like most men his age, Sally could tell he was an ass-freak 
when it came to little girls like herself.
  Jenkins gulped, feeling a fresh rush of blood in his raw 
prick. Cunning little vixen! Christ, she knew how to turn a man 
on, hook him like a hungry fish!
  "But Cindy would never go for it, would she, Mr. Jenkins?"
  He reached over and seized Sally's tender asscheeks in his
fingers, loving the hot flesh, his cock rising like a flag at 
dawn. "She might," he whispered. "Not if I suggest it, of 
course," he added quickly. "But if you sort of, well, come on 
to her very gently ..."
  Now Sally turned her back to Jenkins, stroking her ass 
lasciviously and bending over, a gesture so obscenely exciting 
Jenkins was rock-hard for the third time in an hour, something 
he hadn't been able to do in years.
  As wild and wanton and eager as the teenager was, the theater 
owner still felt awkward with her. How in the hell did you tell 
a mere child like this that you were dying to see her suck your 
own daughter off? Or that you desperately wanted to fuck her in 
her beautiful young ass? But it was the diabolical little 
nympho who always put it in words, using the precise vulgar 
terminology that made Jenkins so embarrassed.
  "I can handle Cindy," Sally promised, weaving her naked ass 
so lustfully in front of him now that Jenkins was tempted to 
kiss it. "Going down on a sexy girl like her doesn't faze me," 
Sally added with nonchalance. "Can I work the box office too, 
Mr. Jenkins? And the candy counter sometimes?"
  "Anything," Jenkins whispered hoarsely. He tickled her tiny 
puckered asshole with his fingertip and his prick quivered 
violently. By now he was so addicted to her juicy young flesh 
and soft curves, Jenkins would have let her count the night's 
receipts and make the bank deposit if she'd asked. So she'd 
steal whatever she could -- so what? Jenkins knew for a 
statistical fact that seven out of ten people who handled cash 
stole from the till. Those weren't his figures, they were 
provided by a national spying service for supermarkets and 
department stores and businesses like his own.
  If anyone was going to pilfer the candy and receipts, it 
might as well be this lust-inspired, hot-pussied, juicy-assed 
cock-sucking little angel! She'd steal five bucks and think it 
was a fortune, while the obscene pleasure Sally gave him was 
priceless. But he couldn't tell her to just go ahead and take 
the money -- she had to steal it herself, for that peculiar 
thrill they always got, like a miniature orgasm.
  Now as Jenkins toyed with her luscious ass, his prick 
pounding and leaping with wild impatience, he searched for the 
delicate words to tell this adorable nympho he wanted to ravage 
her succulent rump.
  Sensing his hesitation, Sally beat him to the punch again, 
never one to mince words.
  "If you wanna fuck me in the ass, Mr. Jenkins, it'll be 
easier if I hunch over your desk!"
  Again the shock from the way a child like her could so 
casually toss around phrases that would make the ears of most 
adults burn. But the way Sally did it, it was not only 
perfectly natural, it was strangely beautiful ...
  Sally quickly positioned herself by bending forward so that 
her naked tits and forearms rested on his desk-top, while her 
plump ass jutted out in obscene invitation. She undulated her 
cheeks in a dance of sensuous lust, her asshole tingling with 
sharp anticipation.
  "Don't worry about hurting me," she moaned. "I love it this 
way, Mr. Jenkins! Especially with a monster like yours! Just 
ram it home and park it there! And hurry up, please, 'cause I'm 
hot! Mmmmm, every inch now, go ahead!"
  Standing behind her, Jenkins spread her satiny asscheeks in 
his hands so that her tiny asshole was fully exposed, helpless 
and vulnerable between their golden mounds. He placed his 
blazing knob squarely against her asshole and took a deep 
breath.
  Then he slammed forward in a brutal thrust that caused the 
girl to cry out in surprise. Jenkins gasped.
  "Oooooooh, shit, Sally, that is a ... mmmmmmf! ... hot juicy 
ass, baby! Ahhhhh, you're so tight and wild ... unnng!"
  "Love it like this," Sally panted, sliding her boiling tunnel 
lustfully back and forth on his long cock. It burned and stung 
and throbbed inside her squirming bowels, sparking the strange 
excitement she'd learned to love at the feel of a swollen prick 
rammed deep up her ass. She could feel his huge knob in the 
very pit of her stomach, a ball of lewd desire.
  Now the blonde began to sob and claw at his desk as Jenkins 
started fucking her to a savage tempo, groaning and panting 
with wild excitement, his hands gripping her soft ass-flesh and 
his head reared back, his prick lunging urgently in her boiling 
ass.
  With her usual direct singleness of purpose, the feverish 
teenager wriggled and clamped and squeezed her juicy asshole on 
his rod with only one goal in mind -- to feel his boiling cum 
spurt deep inside her tender ass.
  "Fan ... unnnnng! ... tastic asshole, Sally!" Jenkins gasped, 
pistoning savagely inside her. Whatever ideas he might have 
held about prolonging the fiery thrills of her tight burning 
crack suddenly crumbled beneath the onslaught of her hot 
thrashing flesh.
  Now Sally was in a white heat of lust, pounding her fists on 
his desk and pumping her gorged asshole madly on his prick, 
going wild as his first torrent of jism spattered her tingling 
insides.
  "Oh Jeez, it's great!" she raved. "Hot dick up my ass! 
Ooooooo, yesssss, fuck it harder, faster ... aaaagh!"
  Again she gave him the feeling that she was sucking the blood 
from his veins as her feverish asshole sucked the cream from 
his loins, whipping it out of his bursting cock in violent 
spasms, sending fierce thrills tearing through his meat.
  And there was no doubt in Jenkins' dazed mind that this was 
the last of his load, the final spurt in his ball-tingling, 
cock-ripping orgy with the insatiable teenager. His limp rod 
felt like chopped liver as he slipped it out of her hot 
trembling ass, with a deep sigh of satisfaction.
  Slowly, Sally stood up, her tits heaving with her lingering 
excitement. The wall clock in his office said ten-thirty, and 
Sally had a late date with her current steady. A steady to 
Sally meant that she'd gone with him for three nights now, but 
she didn't let him interfere with her other action. He was the 
captain of the high-school football team, hung like a gorilla 
and with an inexhaustible supply of stamina.
  Personally, she preferred older men like Mr. Jenkins, because 
he at least had brains and his own business, but a girl had to 
keep her pussy happy, too. And since it took her date almost an 
hour to get his rocks off, Sally's endlessly throbbing pussy 
would sleep happily tonight. Along with her sultry, tingling 
mouth, and her hotly glowing asshole.
  They dressed, while Jenkins explained her job to her. She 
would rotate positions from the box office to the candy counter 
to the theater itself, until she learned all three routines. No 
smoking in the auditorium itself, although the kids smoked 
grass during the movie, regardless. If they didn't put their 
joints out, threaten to call the police, which they never did, 
short of a riot. No excessive howling, feet-stomping, beer-
drinking or throwing popcorn boxes at the screen would be 
tolerated.
  Jenkins gave Sally a thick stack of free tickets to pass out 
to her friends, and her eyes lit up with childish glee.
  He was astonished that the angel-faced teenager could suck 
and fuck like a swinger twice her age, with far more wanton 
passion, and still delight in such childish things as free 
movie passes. But, he realized with awe, she was a child except 
when it came to sex. And even in her spasms of raw lust, there 
was something movingly childish in her frenzied enthusiasm, her 
girlish but still obscene joy.
  "About Cindy," he stammered when Sally was ready to leave.
  "Oh I'll take care of that," Sally said bluntly, with a lewd 
grin.
"I know her well enough. to call her up and ask her out for a 
milkshake, to gossip about boys. I mean, Mr. Jenkins, Cindy 
knows about my reputation, but she's not a snotty bitch about 
it! I think she envies me a little," she added with a giggle.
  Still Jenkins hesitated. How would she go about it if she'd 
never made it with a girl?
  Sally replied to that one with a look of pure disdain in her 
shining green eyes.
  "Well, jeez, Mr. Jenkins, I'm not a dummy! I know what makes 
a girl hot, you know. I'll turn Cindy on, don't you worry about 
that! And then, when we're really tight together, I'll talk to 
her about you, I mean, I'll fix it so we can all three party 
together. Okay?"
  Jenkins stared at the adolescent with a sort of dazed 
respect. Her confidence was downright amazing. And she didn't 
see the slightest thing wrong about any of it, making it with a 
girl for the first time, then turning the girl on to her own 
father so all three of them could swing!
  "You're a hell of a girl, you know that, Sally?" he said, 
caressing her plump ass through her jeans.
  Sally grinned impishly at him, rubbing her palm over his 
crotch. "I get around, Mr. Jenkins," she quipped, and then was 
out of his office, her ass bouncing merrily through the lobby.
  Jenkins closed his office door and sank into his desk chair, 
lighting a cigarette. There was a hot glow in his loins, a 
feeling of profound satisfaction he hadn't had in years, in 
spite of all the eager pussy he'd gotten on the side.
  There was simply no substitute for a teenage nympho. Unless 
it was his own teenage daughter, he added silently.
  He wasn't at all concerned that Sally would babble it around. 
She was much, much sharper than he'd originally thought. She 
looked dumb, but she was cunning almost beyond belief. It was 
as if the frantic little mink had read his mind about Cindy!
  For a very brief instant, Jenkins felt a sharp twinge of 
guilt. Shit, here he had a lovely, faithful wife, a healthy, 
handsome son and a ravishingly beautiful young daughter, who 
was still a virgin, and what was he doing while they pursued 
their clean-cut, trusting paths through life?
  He was fucking a young girl in her ripe mouth, wild little 
pussy and deliciously tight asshole. On top of which, he was 
trying to get the girl to seduce his own daughter so all three 
of them could have an orgy!
  But any guilt Jenkins felt was quickly washed away beneath a 
flood of feverish anticipation over Cindy and Sally.
  Like most men, Jenkins lived with a number of assumptions 
which he took blandly for granted: That his sexy wife was 
faithful, his lovely daughter was still a virgin, and that his 
son was a wholesome chip off the old block, a macho stud like 
his dad, but still a nice, healthy kid.
  Such assumptions could be very treacherous, as the theater 
owner would soon discover to his shocked dismay.
  His wife just happened to be having torrid affair with a 
sultry nurse and the nurse's hot-blooded boyfriend. His lovely 
daughter was no longer a cherry, because she was, on this very 
night, in the process of losing it to the wholesome chip off 
the old block-his own son.
  When the lid finally ripped off the whole shattering series 
of obscene events, none of them would ever be the same.
  Especially his darling daughter ...


Chapter 3


  It was generally conceded by everyone in town that Cindy 
Jenkins was a beautiful girl. Not outrageously sexy, like 
Sally, but with a classic figure that would someday blossom 
into a knockout of the pin-up variety. Slender, but with proud, 
lush tits, a narrow waist, a magnificently curved ass, long 
tapered legs, and a face that was so wholesome and pure it 
belonged in a church.
  But Cindy's inner thoughts were not quite suitable for a 
church. For one thing, her natural, healthy passion was coming 
rapidly to the surface as her luscious body began to develop.
  Glands had a way of being very earthy instead of spiritual.
  For another, Cindy was sharply aware that her own brother had 
been
eyeing her openly the past few months. And the immense bulge in 
his tight Levi's was embarrassingly obvious. Don had a very 
macho reputation with girls at the age of twenty-two and, like 
his father, he was ruggedly handsome. Cindy knew for a fact 
that he was fucking at least three eager girls steadily, and 
the knowledge both disturbed her deeply and excited her. It 
even made her jealous.
  Finally, the thing that irked Cindy most of all was a sharp, 
nagging curiosity about sex. She'd gotten all the standard 
warnings about pregnancy and venereal disease, and she'd known 
at the age of eight that babies weren't delivered by United 
Parcel, and she even knew a great deal, technically, about 
fucking, mainly from books.
  But that didn't do a goddamn thing for her hungry pussy.
  Cindy had begun masturbating just six months before to 
relieve that intense, soaring ache in her virgin slit. A great
many boys asked her for dates but she flatly turned most of 
them down.
  Boys bored the hell out of her.
  If Cindy were asked to pick out an ideal man she would have
unhesitatingly chosen her own rugged father, along with a great 
many other girls her age. In her psychology class at school, 
she found out that was a normal phase of her development.
  Because society imposed certain taboos on having sex with 
your own father, and also because the young girl had no way of 
know her father had his wild erotic fantasies about her, 
Cindy's roving eyes fell upon the next best thing.
  Her brother, Don.
  Not only did Don look like their father, a younger, more 
macho version, but Cindy had secretly adored him since she 
could remember. This too was perfectly normal, she'd 
discovered in psychology class. Big brothers were protective 
and smart and cool father-substitutes.
  It was strange how psychology class seemed to teach 
everything but how to lose your hot cherry to someone who 
really turned you on. Like your father or your brother.
  And no matter how hot and restless Cindy got, no matter how 
feverishly her pussy throbbed and ached each night as she 
anxiously lay awake in her bed, finger-fucking herself in 
desperation, boys still bored the hell out of her.
  They were stupid, clumsy oafs compared to her suave father 
and cool brother. She felt a closeness, a warmth with both of 
them she'd never felt with those awkward assholes who dated her 
and tried to squeeze her tits and thighs.
  Don knew. The way her brother looked at her sometimes, his 
eyes hot and frustrated, drinking in her ripe tits and sleek 
legs, Cindy knew that he wanted her just as passionately as she 
wanted him.
  But he wouldn't dare, not with his own sister. Christ, if Mom 
or Dad ever found out, their whole secure world would come 
crashing down. They were, after all, a very close-knit, happy 
family, a morally conscious family.
  Such was the tender innocence of a girl her age.
  On this particular night, Don was at home for a change, 
instead of out playing pool or drinking beer or fucking one of 
his numerous girlfriends in the back of his plush van. At dinner
he casually mentioned he was going to laze around for the night, 
probably catch up on sleep.
  Their father would be managing the theater, a job he 
alternated with Don.
  And their mother would be playing bridge with that new couple 
she talked so much about, that stunning nurse and her good-
looking boyfriend. She played an awful lot of bridge lately, 
thought Cindy. Almost every night ...
  Which left Cindy at home with her brother. Cindy mentioned 
she had a lot of homework to catch up on, and this drew a sharp 
glance from Don.
  It was now nine p.m. and Cindy knew Don was in his room, 
possibly sleeping. Since he rarely came home before three or 
four in the morning -- sometimes not at all -- Cindy was often 
tempted to wonder just how strenuous her brother's sex drive 
was. She knew one thing for certain -- his prick was colossal. 
She hadn't seen it in the flesh yet, but you could see the 
immense outline in his tight Levi's.
  And the thought of it now, as she stripped naked and wrapped 
a towel around her succulent curves, filled her with both 
profound excitement and healthy fear.
  Cindy's mind was made up. She was going to lose her cherry 
tonight, and it was going to be to her own hung brother. She 
was damn sick and tired of masturbating night after night, 
imagining herself being blissfully rammed by her father or her 
brother, fantasies that tormented her daily now that she was 
ripe to the point of bursting.
  She tossed her long dark-blonde hair behind her and padded 
into the hallway, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her own 
brother! And so handsome, so loving to her over the years, only 
a brother's love of course, but as long as she was going to 
have to lose her cherry sooner or later she'd at least keep it 
in the family.
  Outside his door, she paused, listening. His light was out, 
she could tell. Nothing, not a sound. She knocked softly and 
waited. Nothing. Then she opened the door and slipped inside 
Don's room.
  He was awake in the semi-darkness, his cigarette glowing as 
he lay sprawled on the bed.
  He was naked, and even in the dim light she could see his 
prick was gigantically hard, looming above him like a small 
flagpole.
  "Hi, Sis," he said, grinning. "I had a hunch you were coming. 
I've been waiting a long time for this, Cindy. Like two, three 
years maybe." He patted the bed beside him. "Bring it over 
here, honey. I won't bite."
  The arrogant bastard! No wonder girls flipped over him, his 
manner so cool and casual, his grin so easy and charming. And 
his cock so big!
  Panting nervously, Cindy came over to the bed and sat on the 
edge, hugging the towel to her lush tits. His hand came out and 
slowly stroked the silken flesh of her naked thighs, creeping 
up beneath the towel.
  "Don't be nervous, baby," he murmured. "You're still a 
cherry, aren't you?"
  "Yes," she whispered. "If Mom or Dad find out, it's going to 
be hell, Don. But, Jesus H. Christ, I've dreamed about this for 
months!"
  "Me too," he said hoarsely. "Hey, honey, they won't find 
out."
  He untied the towel and gently stripped it off her naked body 
and pulled his sister down beside him. Then he reached over and 
switched on his bedside lamp. Cindy blinked her eyes, startled.
  "Why'd you do that!" she demanded.
  He leaned over her, his eyes burning with lust, raking over 
her silky full tits and sensuously rounded belly, down to her fine 
tangle of cunt hairs and sleek thighs. He'd watched his little 
sister ripen into a fantastically sexy girl over the years, and 
he couldn't count the number of times he'd fucked other moaning 
girls and pretended it was luscious Cindy screaming with joy as 
he pounded his massive rod deep into their soaked cunts.
  "I turned on the light because I want to see every detail, 
Sis. Every hot inch of that gorgeous body. I've had a hard-on 
for you since you were thirteen, baby. If you knew how many 
times that beautiful ass of yours drove me crazy around the 
house, how many times I shot off in my pants, thinking about 
you, you wouldn't believe it."
  "Will it hurt, Don?" she whispered, wide-eyed.
  "Only for a minute or so. Then ... wham!" He grinned broadly,
pinching one of her hot rosy nipples to make her whimper with 
excitement. "Then it'll be sheer heaven, Sis. Hang on now, 
'cause I'm gonna wet you down."
  Before she could ask what he meant he kissed her on the mouth 
with ferocious lust, squeezing her satiny tits in his fingers. 
Then he inched down to suck on each of her heaving tits in 
turn, one hand slipping down to her juicy cunt. She was 
dripping with desire, and he knew he didn't have to eat her 
pussy to get her juices flowing, but she was a cherry and she 
was his own loving sister, so she deserved the best.
  The truth was, Don wasn't crazy about going down on girls, 
but on rare occasions he couldn't resist the urge. Whenever he 
got a particularly luscious young piece, fiercely passionate 
and so aroused their panties were soaked through before he even 
began the heavy action, Don would go down on it like a ravenous 
wolf.
  In almost every case, the girl reminded him of Cindy in some 
way.
  Now that he had the real thing naked and panting and madly 
worked up, he was going to feast on it first before he cracked 
her hot little cherry.
  But the major reason Don slipped his hand down to her 
throbbing pussy while he sucked on her deliciously ripe tits, 
was for a preview of coming attractions. He had no intention of 
finger-fucking his sister, although she jerked her pulsing cunt 
up in a feverish plea. He only wanted to wet his fingers down 
so he could slip his hand back up and furtively sniff it, a 
precaution he'd learned the hard way.
  More than one hotly sexy young thing who looked like she 
dripped sweet nectar had turned out to have a pussy that 
smelled like last month's mackerel dinner. And tasted worse. 
Some of the wild young chicks breezing happily around town and 
fucking every good-looking stud in sight didn't realize what 
feminine hygiene was, that you had to wash that thing out once 
in a while, especially if you gave it to a different guy every 
night.
  Not that he was worried about Cindy, but he was curious about 
what he was going to dip his tongue into anyway. And as he 
sniffed at his soaked fingers, his nostrils filled with 
delicious cunt fragrance. He quickly stopped sucking on her 
lush tits and began trailing his mouth down over her panting 
belly, clutching her hot ass in his hands to lift it up off the 
mattress slightly.
  Hunched between his little sister's trembling thighs, Don 
stared directly into the rosiest, most kissable cunt he'd ever 
seen. Tiny, irresistibly cute, gently sucking like a coyly 
beckoning pair of lips, glistening with hot honey, his sister's 
cherry cunt was a perfect rosebud of passion.
  And by God, he was going to be the first stud to ever lap it 
and love it and fuck it with his rock-hard dick.
  Trembling and panting, her thighs widespread, Cindy softly 
jerked her ass, waiting in agonizing suspense. She didn't 
really know what to expect, and it seemed strange to her 
innocent mind that her brother simply didn't plunge his immense 
cock into her and get it over with. The loss of her virginity 
was supposed to be painful -- at least that's what she'd read 
and heard from other schoolgirls. Of course she'd read about 
oral sex too, but reading about something and experiencing it 
directly were two flagrantly different issues.
  As she found out in the next moment when a piercing wet 
thrill shot into her tender cunt like a bolt of lustful 
lightning.
  "Ooooooooh! Oh Don! Oh darling! Oh Jesus! Whoooeeee!
Unnnnngh! Eeeeee! Oh it's ... it's tooo muuuucccch!"
  Quickly, Cindy locked her burning thighs to his face, twined 
her fingers into his hair and began fucking his mouth with 
unashamed glory.
  The only experience the young girl had with orgasms up to now 
had been from finger-fucking herself. To say that having a long 
greedy tongue whipping into her silken pussy was tremendously 
exciting was putting it crudely. The girl was suddenly coming 
in great violent gushes of honey, her cunt spasming with 
breathtaking joy as her brother devoured her boiling slit with 
raw hunger.
  And Cindy was every bit as hot and delicious as she looked, 
pure loving cunt grinding to his mouth, sweet little-sister 
cries of rapture ringing in his ears, madly burning thighs 
crushing his head, almost suffocating him.
  What a way to go!
  But Don was so savagely aroused from eating out his beautiful
young sister, he knew he had to get his rocks off soon or come 
all over the mattress.
  Sixty-nine, whether she liked it or not, he decided.
  Still keeping his hotly sucking mouth riveted to her gushing
pussy, he swiveled his husky body around in reverse, placing a 
folded knee on each side of her head so that his huge cock 
loomed over her face.
  So fiercely excited was the girl, she didn't need any 
explanation or coaxing. There was a giant drop of milky jism 
oozing out of his crimson knob. Still lunging her hips wildly 
and rubbing her exploding cunt to his face, Cindy clutched his 
hot cock eagerly in her fist and rammed it into her mouth with 
a muffled cry of wanton desire.
  Her first taste of cum, a mere few drops in her mouth, 
sparked an almost hysterical greed for more in the young 
virgin. She began sucking her brother's massive cock 
ravenously, battering her throat in her eagerness, still coming 
in Don's mouth in wild torrents of cunt-honey.
  Cindy took to sixty-nine the way an eagle takes to flying, 
leaping from the cliff of her inhibitions into a lustful new 
world of savage delight.
  And while her brother took pride in his staying power, able 
to hold back his load at will with any girl, resisting the 
hottest of pussies to make them come again and again, his prick 
was rapidly quivering and swelling in Cindy's fiery mouth.
  Brother and sister rocked feverishly in sixty-nine now, his 
tongue still lapping hungrily in her juicy depths while she 
moaned and squirmed and issued muffled screams of excitement as 
his enormous cock fucked her mouth.
  Cindy's sharp awareness that this wasn't just any hard-on 
ripping into her mouth, that it wasn't just any stud sucking 
her thrilled pussy, but her own handsome brother, the sleek, 
powerful and beautifully hung boy of her wildest erotic dreams, 
made the whole episode twice as obscene and passionate.
  She felt what almost all girls felt who surrendered to their 
own brothers and fathers -- a delicious feeling of guilt, a hot 
shame over doing something terribly forbidden, and loving every 
minute of it.
  Unable to hold back his knot of boiling jism any longer, Don 
began erupting in her mouth. Now Cindy sank her fingernails 
into her brother's hard ass and gagged as the thick salty flood 
exploded in her lips, spurted in great wads against her throat 
until she thought she was drowning in hot cream.
  She gulped frantically, but still he shot off, wave after 
wave of thick jism spurting violently, triggering the wildest 
climax she'd had yet.
  They climaxed in each other's mouths in hot, thrilling 
torrents until Don, feeling half-suffocated from her burning 
thighs locked madly to his head, tore his lips away and slipped 
his cock out before Cindy could ravage it in her crazed 
excitement.
  The girl kept jerking her hips in a dazed, mechanical rhythm, 
incoherent moans rolling from her lips. She licked the roof of 
her mouth to savor the last residue of his salty cum.
  "Mad hot stuff," groaned Don, heaving for breath. He wiped at 
the sticky cunt-juice smearing his cheeks. "Delicious, Sis -- 
your pussy is pure honey. Your mouth is something else too!"
  Cindy moaned and reached for his semi-limp rod, grasping it 
greedily in her fingers. Don was ordinarily capable of coming 
three times in rapid succession, and six times in a single 
night with a hot, eager girl.
  With a sexy knockout like his own little sister, he knew he'd 
be good for more than that. And when he was horny, his prick 
never really went down, it just drooped at half-mast for a few 
minutes.
  This time it was gorged with blood in less than sixty seconds 
as Cindy stroked it in her hot fist.
  She was thoroughly primed now, anxious to lose her cherry to 
her brother. But she wanted to postpone it for a few minutes, 
because an eerie curiosity was nagging at her mind and flesh, a 
strange excitement about her brother's strenuous sex life. When 
Don started to climb on top of her, she shook her head quickly, 
still pumping his throbbing cock in her fist, but slowly, 
lasciviously, never wanting to let go of the thick hot meat.
  "Not yet," Cindy panted, licking her lips. "Let's talk for a 
few minutes, honey. How many other girls have you got? That 
you're screwing on a regular basis, I mean."
  He stared at her, surprised. Most chicks were jealous about 
things like that, getting mad if you talked about your other 
conquests. But his little sister's eyes shone with burning 
curiosity, and her ripe flesh trembled eagerly. There was a 
certain type of girl who got feverishly turned on by hearing 
about his other action, and they were always the type who fell 
madly in love with him after he'd fucked them, so much so he 
had an embarrassing time getting rid of them later.
  Don was not sharp on the subject of psychology, but he knew 
his little sister already had a crush on him. And she 
definitely fell into that category of chick whose cunt would 
throb wildly when he told her about his other girls, but if 
that's what she wanted to hear to work herself up, shit, he'd 
be glad to oblige.
  "Right now I'm only screwing three on a steady basis," he 
told Cindy, lighting a cigarette. "Two are pretty good, one is 
fantastically hot and wild."
  Her tits heaved with soaring excitement. "Is she pretty? Do I 
know her, Don? Do you fuck her in the mouth too?"
  He grinned, squeezing one of her lush breasts to make her 
shiver and moan. "Yeah, she's very pretty. And she gives a 
terrific blowjob, but I don't go down on her. I reserve that 
privilege for sexy little sisters like you."
  "Will you teach me how to give a good blowjob?" Cindy asked 
eagerly, stroking his stiff cock faster now. "How about other 
girls you've fucked, Don? What's the oldest one you've ever 
had? And the youngest? What's your favorite screwing position?"
  "Hey, ease up," he laughed. "What the fuck is this, twenty 
questions?"
  Cindy crawled down to hug his pounding prick between her 
luscious tits, her eyes gleaming up at him. "Tell me," she 
whispered, rubbing her hot tits lewdly to his cock. "Every wild 
detail, Don! Come on, honey, I'm getting super-hot!"
  He rubbed the soles of his feet into her ripe silken ass as 
he talked, making gentle fucking movements against her burning 
tits.
  "Okay, Sis. Yeah, I'll give you some tips on giving a wild 
blowjob." He frowned, thinking, remembering the hottest one 
he'd ever had. It was by Sally, the little nympho who was, an 
artist at it, all fiery mouth and whipping tongue. "First, 
you've got to take your time, tease it for a couple minutes 
with your lips and tongue. Use your teeth, but carefully, 
dammit. Then you vary the pressure of your mouth as you suck it 
off, tight then soft. Flick your tongue-tip against the head, 
too. Then you dip your mouth down and kiss and tongue and suck 
on my balls, see? Variety, that's the secret, Sis."
  Her ripe hot tits were sweating profusely now, and Cindy was 
hugging his prick tightly between them. She may have been too 
innocent to know what tit-fucking was, but she was doing it 
like an expert, rubbing lustfully, squeezing their silken heat 
tightly against his pounding rod, moving her swollen mounds 
back and forth obscenely on his meat while she listened 
intently.
  "Who gave it to you?" she asked curiously.
  "Sally Owens," he grinned. "You know her, sexy little blonde,
mother screws everything in pants while Sally eats everything 
that moves."
  "I know her," Cindy nodded, her pussy throbbing furiously now 
to soak the mattress beneath her. She was tremendously aroused 
as she listened to her brother's sex-talk, but she was 
wallowing in hot anticipation now, prolonging the suspense as 
she dreamily tit-fucked his huge cock. "I like Sally, too," she 
added. "Maybe she's a tramp but at least she's honest about it, 
not like the other stuck-up bitches at school. What about the 
oldest woman you've ever screwed, Don? Who was she?"
  He was sweating now, his rod brick-hard with impatience. 
Christ, what beautiful tits Cindy had! Naked, she was so sexy 
and silky and ripely curved he was tempted to shoot off between 
her gorgeous mounds. Save it for her cherry, he told himself. 
And her luscious ass, the most sensuous, provocative ass he'd 
ever seen, and he'd seen more than his fair share of naked 
butts.
  "She was forty-one," Don said, recalling the statuesque town 
librarian. "Miss Perkins, the librarian."
  Cindy gasped. "That old bag!"
  "Old bag, my ass," Don grinned. "When she lets her hair down,
takes off those goddamn binoculars she calls glasses and strips 
naked, she's all woman, believe me, Sis. And her pussy is as 
hot and tight as any young chick's. And what she knows about 
sex would blow your mind. She got it all from books, I think," 
he added thoughtfully. "She reads a lot. She asked me to help 
her with her files one night after the library closed. Two 
solid hours of sucking and fucking ... mmmm!"
  Cindy was extremely hot now, and eager tiny tremors rippled 
through her tight cunt in anticipation. Still she worked her 
feverish tits lewdly on his quivering rod, teasing herself just 
a little bit longer, secretly thrilled and turned on by her 
handsome brother's sex-prowess.
  "And the youngest?" she whispered.
  "Tina Hawkins, last year. I busted her cherry for her and she
went crazy with excitement. Cute little ass, too."
  "Did you fuck her there?" Cindy asked, fascinated.
  "What do you think, Sis?" he laughed.
  "Will you fuck me there, Don? Every wild inch of your cock up
there, please?" she pleaded wantonly. She knew the answer when 
she saw his gleaming eyes, and rushed on to her final question.
  "What's your favorite position?." whispered Cindy.
  "Now that I'll show you, Sis, but if you keep rubbing your
fabulous tits on my cock I'm gonna get my rocks off all over 
them in about ten seconds!"
  Quickly, the horny virgin released his massive cock from her 
tingling breasts. Not that she didn't want her brother's 
boiling cream spurting all over her tits -- the idea generated 
a wild excitement in her blood. But it was her fiercely 
throbbing pussy that craved it first.
  Don showed her the position, dog-style, and his little sister 
moved down toward the edge of the bed, hunched over on her 
elbows and knees with her silky ass jutting out, already 
weaving eagerly.
  Don got off the bed with his long rod bristling. He stood 
behind the edge of the bed, his prick aimed at her tiny pink 
pussy, which glistened and pulsated beneath her naked cheeks, 
a luscious rosebud framed by delicately curly cunt-hairs.
  He gripped her trembling ass in one hand and held it firm. 
Then he placed the giant knob of his dick against her hotly 
throbbing cuntlips, and slowly, carefully, he eased his knob 
inside ...


Chapter 4


  "Oooooh, Don," moaned Cindy, trembling from head to toe with 
excitement, "that's big! Unnmmm, but good, honey, oh so hot and 
goood, aaaah! Ouch! Easy! Ooooo! Aaaargh! Eeee! H-hurts, 
honey!"
  "Only for a minute, baby," gasped her brother. He held both 
her satiny asscheeks tightly in his hands now, working his 
enormous prick in by degrees, sucking in his breath at her 
delicious, burning tightness. Sweet loving pussy! His little 
sister had a live wild animal there, shuddering and squirming 
and boiling on his gently pumping cock, coming awake like a 
volcano beginning to fire up.
  He swung his hips to a slow, powerful rhythm, preferring this 
position so he could play with her plump ass and admire its 
sexy curves. He could also watch her slippery cunt swallow up 
his dick, which was now covered with her cherry-blood. Standing 
with legs spread wide behind her kneeling body, Don began 
pistoning faster and slightly harder, hot thrills racing 
through his cock and balls from her fiery, sucking slit.
  "Hey, Sis, that's ... mmmmf! ... hot loving cunt, honey! 
Aaaaah, baby, wanna do it all night! Aaaah, so tight!"
  Then, magically, the pain was gone in Cindy's steaming crack, 
and ripples of pleasure were spreading outward, to the tips of 
her swollen nipples and the soles of her tingling feet as her 
brother's brick-hard rod gorged her pussy. Each time he lunged 
forward, his meat created a delicious friction against her 
cunt-walls that made her pant and tremble feverishly.
  Deep, wild moans came from Cindy's throat now as she started 
to climax in molten waves of lust. She swung back to meet his 
huge prick, grinding her naked ass lewdly to his bushy crotch 
with each thrust, clawing at the mattress beneath her to vent 
her rising passion.
  "Oh, Don, darling, honey, big brother, oooo! Your big hot 
prick, so beautiful! Unnngh! Gonna come, brother! You too! 
Hurry, shoot it in me, oh God, HURRY!"
  As tempted as he was to release his control and spurt his 
load deep inside her juicy cunt, Don deliberately held back. 
Shit, girls didn't flip over him for his looks and his huge 
dick alone. He stayed with them so they could come in mad 
gushes of bliss, fucked them until they either begged for mercy 
or fainted with excitement or went into savage spasms of lust, 
unable to stop climaxing.
  Which was happening to his screaming little sister now as she 
streamed pussy-juice over the length of his bloody prick, 
swinging her ass to a furious tempo, still unable to get his 
long cock into the hilt but battering herself brutally as she 
tried.
  Don concentrated on fucking her to a steady, powerful rhythm, 
ignoring her sobs and cries for his jism. Any jerk could come 
in two minutes flat. Experience had taught him it wasn't 
necessarily the size of your dick that really counted -- but it 
sure helped! -- or even how you used it, it was how long you 
could keep the thing rock-hard and working like a piledriver, 
so your girl could get her rocks off again and again and again, 
until she was hysterical with happiness.
  And that was why they followed him around like puppy-dogs 
afterward and wrote him gushing love-notes and wrote obscene 
praise about him in the girl's bathroom at school and at 
various hangouts around town. When it came down to the nitty-
gritty of sex, good looks in a man didn't mean jack-shit, he 
was fond of telling his buddies who envied him. Neither did the 
size of your whopper, at least not too much.
  Stamina was the secret, raw staying power, because most girls 
were left high and dry, on the verge of a tremendous orgasm 
just when their rabbity partners selfishly shot their loads. It 
took time for a girl to really work herself up to a feverish 
pitch of lust -- most of the time, anyway -- so you had to plow 
them to a steady, savage rhythm without coming prematurely.
  Because Don was popular with his buddies, a good pool 
hustler, a rough-and-tough drinking brawler who could hold his 
own in bars and in fights, and had a notorious reputation as 
the town stud, his pals frequently came to him for advice. 
Sometimes he would hold a sort of sex-seminar in his favorite 
bar while his buddies listened in earnest.
  They knew he always told the truth, never bull-shitted and 
never offered advice unless he was asked point-blank.
  The biggest problem his pals encountered was getting their 
rocks off too soon. There were a number of workable solutions 
to this common problem, Don explained. While he himself didn't 
have any difficulty holding back his hot load, he occasionally 
experimented to see how long he could last with an especially 
mad, juicy little pussy, and he'd come up with a number of 
tricks.
  At this moment, though, the young stud was beginning to run 
into the same problem, because his little sister was thrashing 
and wriggling her luscious cunt in a frenzy on his pumping rod, 
screaming that she was unable to stop coming and demanding his 
cum now, now, now!
  Don ignored her, concentrating on his own sensations of 
pleasure as shudders of excitement rippled along the length of 
his burning prick. Just like a chick, he thought dryly -- 
whenever they wanted something, they wanted it now, now, now!, 
whether it was a hard dick, a box of popcorn, a pizza, a 
diamond ring or a new dress. She was his little sister, and she 
was the hottest, most torridly exciting piece of ass he'd ever 
had, but he'd be damned if he'd let anyone tell him when to get 
his own rocks off!
  The solutions to premature ejaculation that Don came up with 
for his buddies were very intriguing. When you thought you were 
going to shoot off any second, he suggested, one effective 
trick was to purposely concentrate on the worst, ugliest piece 
of pussy you'd ever had. That usually distracted you to the 
point where you temporarily forgot your sexy hot partner so you 
could fuck mechanically, like a machine for a few minutes.
  If that didn't work, due to lack of imagination or an 
especially wild cunt sucking madly at your dick, then you got 
your girl to seize the base of your cock, just where it joined 
at your crotch; in a fierce grip between her thumb and 
forefinger, where she could squeeze mercilessly. That always 
worked, since it cut off circulation temporarily and 
desensitized your prick.
  And if for some reason she couldn't or wouldn't do that, then 
you had the option of telling the spiteful bitch off and coming 
on the spot, or sticking your hard-on up her ass and 
ejaculating there -- always a delightful surprise for them, one 
that was certain to make them remember you at Christmas when 
you might get a box of arsenic in the mail if they had tight 
assholes and were fussy about it. Or, finally, if you were 
still hanging in, clutching your own cock at the base and 
applying the grip to desensitize it.
  Should all of the above fail, Don told his buddies, then you 
should have jerked off in the first place with a copy of 
Playboy. But if for some bizarre reason you really liked the 
chick, all was not lost if you came prematurely while she was 
still hotter than a firecracker.
  You could quickly ram two fingers up her slit and finger-fuck 
her until she had her shattering orgasm. This wasn't nearly as 
crude as it sounded, nor was it a loss of masculine face, Don 
would explain patiently as he hoisted a fresh beer to his 
mouth.
  When a girl got hot enough she couldn't care less if you got 
her rocks off with a cucumber, as long as you finished what you 
started. It was Don's firm conviction that guys who worked 
girls up to a lustful fever and then selfishly came in a minute 
or two, ignoring her after that, should be strapped to a wagon 
wheel and ruthlessly horse-whipped.
  The point was, it didn't really matter what you did to your 
girl as long as you gave her a hot time, meaning her rightful 
orgasm. It was totally irrelevant whether you got her pussy to 
explode by eating her, finger-fucking her, ramming a banana up 
there or tickling it with a feather, or bringing along a buddy 
to help you out, or even a dog in heat.
  If you didn't really give a damn about the chick and couldn't 
care less whether you got into her again or not, then the 
fastest way to get rid of her was to dip it in, dump your load, 
and whip it out.
  But if you gave her what she really needed to sleep like a 
baby that night, then she'd kiss your ass to get it again and 
again. Which was one reason why married pussy was so easy to 
get, because a lot of husbands were rabbits who wouldn't take 
five minutes extra to finger-fuck their madly frustrated wives 
once they shot off.
  Although he was only twenty-two, it was this philosophy which 
enabled the young stud to keep a steady stable of three or four 
girls on the string, juggling them around as desired.
  But for all his advice, Don was now having an ordeal trying 
to control his own nerve-jarring excitement as his little 
sister wailed and squirmed and whipped her fiercely hot pussy 
in a frenzy on his stroking cock. She was at a peak of 
continuous coming, honey dripping out of her frantic cunt, her 
naked ass bouncing madly in his hands.
  "Shoot it in me!" she sobbed, slamming back on his thick rod 
in a fever of passion. "Unnngh! Now, honey, lemme have it! 
Hurry! Want it, need it, love it!"
  Rivulets of sweat poured down his husky chest as Don pumped 
forcefully, more than half his long dick piercing her 
incredibly tight cunt. Don could feel her boiling loins sucking 
at his jism like a voracious whirlpool of molten greed.
  And no amount of his own cunning advice could keep the young 
stud from spurting his load in hot bursts, wild jolts of 
excitement rippling through his meat as Cindy's pussy sucked in 
spasms of raw bliss.
  As soon as the thick stream started spattering in her silken 
walls, the girl sank her teeth into the pillow beneath her to 
keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. It was the first 
fuck of her life and because it was her own handsome, massively 
hung brother who'd taken her cherry, who'd also taken the 
trouble to prime her by eating her madly thrilled cunt, Cindy 
was hysterical with excitement.
  Gradually, after she'd milked his limp rod dry with her 
clasping cunt, Don slipped it out with a deep sigh. He climbed 
onto the bed beside her, catching his breath.
  The greatest piece of ass he'd ever had, and now he could ram 
it to her every night -- if Cindy's wild cries and mad moans 
didn't wake up the whole house.
  He'd have to be cool about it. Now as his little sister 
wrapped her arms around him and burrowed her silky, sweating 
tits into his chest, he noted the same adoring gleam in her 
eyes that his other conquests lavished on him, the same 
worshiping light that was really directed at his huge cock and 
relentless staying power.
  And why not? She was still coming softly as she ground her 
soaked cunt to his bush, still trembling and twitching with her 
last fiery orgasm. You just plowed them until they couldn't 
stop climaxing, ignoring their greedy cries for your hot load, 
and afterward, when their pussies purred and glowed with the 
wildest happiness of their lives, all you had to do was snap 
your fingers and they'd drop to all fours and wag their tails 
like devoted puppies.
  The first session was the key to it all. You went out of your 
way a little to prolong their pleasure and every time you 
fucked them after that, they hoped and prayed it was going to 
be the same.
  "You were right, honey," Cindy panted in his ear now, 
clutching his cock possessively, "it only hurt for a minute -- 
then, wow! Oooooh, let's do it again, big brother!"
  He ran his fingertip along the crack of her silky hot ass and 
smiled down at her. That juicy little slot was next in line. 
Normally, it irritated Don to have grateful young pussy gushing 
all over him afterward, but hell, this was Cindy, his hot, 
luscious, fantastically ripe little sister, and he wasn't about 
to get tired of this one.
  For a while, anyway.
  He took a cigarette break, thinking as he smoked, letting 
Cindy coo and gurgle over his prick like a baby with a new toy.
His real problem was that he was getting too much pussy. He was 
spoiled and he knew it. How in the hell would he ever settle 
down and get married when he was used to an endless chain of 
eager young cunt? The only solution was to keep up the chain, 
but get it all on the side once he was settled down.
  Like his sly father.
  Don knew his father was pumping a number of neighbors' wives 
on the side, and a few working girls to boot. A stranger would 
look at his mother, sexy, still voluptuous and hot at thirty-
nine, and wonder how the old man could play around when he had 
that gorgeous ass to come home to every night.
  Don knew, because he had the same restless nature, the same 
craving for variety, for different tits and an assortment of 
hot asses and wild, eager pussies.
  The funny part of it was Don wouldn't mind taking a fast 
crack at his own mother. She was lushly developed, a fully ripe 
woman and a stark contrast to the sleek young pussy he was used 
to. But all this, of course, was pure horseshit fantasy. Mom 
was so square and moralistic and old-fashioned ...
  Screwing his little sister was one thing, but his own mother? 
Shit, his father would kill him if he found out! For that 
matter, the old man would fly into a dangerous rage if he ever 
found Out that his on took his daughter's cherry.
  Lost in thought, Don was jerked back to the resent to see his 
little sister lewdly washing his fresh hard-on with her pink 
tongue, licking up her own cherry-blood! And in less than a 
minute he was hard and primed again, ready for her last cherry, 
so tiny and helpless between those deliciously curved 
asscheeks.
  But this time he would strike without warning. That way her 
cute asshole wouldn't tense up in fear and make it twice as 
painful.
  "Get on top," Don told her. Because of her tender innocence, 
he had to show her the position-sitting astride his hips facing 
him, her moist rosy cunt looming over his colossal hard-on.
  Whimpering with excitement, Cindy gently slid down on his 
throbbing prick, her pussy a juicier fit now that he was 
breaking it in. For a few minutes Don let the girl ride his 
cock with slow, dreamy bliss while he played with her 
feverishly throbbing tits. Screwing his own lovely little 
sister was a strange sensation, with an eerie, special 
excitement all its own.
  There was a familiarity, a warmth, a closeness built up over 
the years that was entirely lacking in his other girls. There 
was also the obscene fulfillment of all the erotic fantasies 
he'd ever had about ripe-assed little Cindy as he'd watched her 
blossom-out into a stunning piece of pussy.
  And as Cindy rode his huge hard-on, her eyes filled with 
tears of lustful joy, her tawny hips swinging with passion, her 
hands clutching his fiercely to her swollen young tits, Don got 
a hot, violent urge to fuck his voluptuous mother as well, to 
satisfy that sharp curiosity too.
  After all, how many guys got to seduce their own sexy little 
virgin-sisters and beautifully stacked mothers?
  Cindy was starting to come now, loud sobs and frantic fucking 
movements signaling her wild orgasm, feverish ripples of 
pleasure shooting through Don's hard meat. Time for dirty pool.
  Don seized his sister's hips and suddenly lifted her 
completely off his cock. In the few seconds that followed, 
while Cindy cried out in surprise and anger, he positioned her 
asshole directly over his blazing knob.
  Then Don gritted his teeth and slammed her down.
  Shock and horror crossed Cindy's lovely face and her huge 
eyes filled with tears. And although she opened her mouth to 
scream, nothing came out but stunned gasps. She couldn't summon
enough breath to register her pain and surprise.
  The immense, searing mass throbbing in her virgin asshole 
felt like a boiling cudgel, and every slight movement only 
intensified that agony.
  "Hey, Sis!" Don groaned, still holding her tightly by the 
hips just in case she tried to jerk away. "That's hot and wild, 
baby! Mmmm, easy now, won't hurt for long," Don lied.
  Cindy sobbed and trembled on top of him, impaled helplessly 
in the position. Her own brother was raping her in her ass! The 
tears that stung her eyes were partly pain, partly self-pity 
and no small amount of rage. The dirty bastard!
  While it was sheer agony to move, it was impossible not to 
try and escape the blazing pole cramming her anal slot. So 
Cindy twitched and wriggled and churned, each tiny motion 
sparking a new bolt of pain in her tender ass, while her 
brother grinned and savored each wave of pleasure her silken 
ass gave him.
  With an irresistibly luscious ass like hers, someone was 
going to ravage her there sooner or later, Don reasoned, so it 
might as well be her own loving brother. And he noticed that in 
spite of her girlish sobs, Cindy was beginning to jerk ever so 
gently on his huge prick. Her ripe sweating tits bounced in 
time to her cautious lunges, and he could practically read her 
mind from watching her lovely face.
  She was mad, really mad at him, still shocked that he'd pull 
such a dirty trick on her, but now excitement shone in her eyes 
too, like she was discovering something that never occurred to 
her before that sex-pain could turn into sex pleasure, by 
degrees.
  And because he'd rammed her just when she was at the height 
of her hot climax, her little pussy was still twitching and 
throbbing with bliss while her asshole was torn with pain, 
confusing her nervous system.
  That confusion was rapidly becoming raw, lustful desire in 
Cindy's hotly curved butt as she strangely began to crave the 
thick, burning, ripping sensation that gorged her insides.
  With each timid jerk of her hips, she gasped with intense 
pain, but at the same time an eerie pleasure shot through her 
impaled ass. Then Cindy was jerking faster and sobbing louder, 
her nails raking over her brother's flat hard stomach viciously 
as she began to come, not the pure blissful sensations of a 
pussy-orgasm, but a savage excitement unlike any other she'd 
ever felt, white-hot sheets of obscene rapture that seared deep 
into her ripe naked ass.
  "Big prick is ... unnnng! ... killing me, Don! Oooo! Hurts! 
But I like it! I love it! Harder, baby, harder!"
  Now the girl was pumping her soft asscheeks feverishly on his 
rod, unable to control her excitement, the pain worse than ever 
but her fiery lust uncontrollable too.
  Like Cindy's sweet mouth and tight pussy, her asshole had its 
own unique, boiling juiciness, a frantic excitement that was 
quickly bringing Don to the brink of his climax. And Cindy 
never looked more beautiful, more feverishly sexy than now, 
with her brother's massive dick thrusting deep into her 
steaming bowels and her panting tits glossy with sweat, her 
innocent face contorted with depraved joy, wild cries coming 
from her sultry lips.
  "Mmmmm, your ass, Sis!" Don groaned, feeling her juicy tunnel 
begin to suck his hot jism from deep in his loins. "Your wild 
fantastic ass, honey! Mmmmmf! Yeah! Work it!"
  Cindy fell over on him, still jerking her ass lustfully, but 
now she clawed at his shoulders and bit his lips in a frenzy of 
wanton torment, her asshole going into spasms of pain-bliss as 
his fiery cum spattered and tingled and stung in sharp bursts.
  Long after Don finished ejaculating, his little sister hugged 
his cock deliriously in her silken ass and ground her throbbing 
pussy to his bush in lewd circles. Both of them were covered 
with sweat now, mingling with the smell of raw young sex and 
naked lust.
  Casually, Don smoked a cigarette while Cindy whimpered softly 
and rubbed her tits and belly to his, still lying on top of 
him, at last letting his limp dick slip out of her harshly 
throbbing asshole.
  "We'd better not let Mom catch us like this," Cindy moaned in 
his ear. Their father didn't usually come home until one-thirty 
or two in the morning, well after the theater closed.
  "She won't," Don said thoughtfully. "Lately she's been 
getting home around one in the morning, I think. She's really 
hung up on bridge these days. Or is she?"
  He thought about the sexy-assed nurse his mother spent so 
much time with these days. Don had run into her once, with his 
mother downtown. Sleek and slender, with small pointed tits, a 
compact ass, a sharp-featured but very sexy face and sharply 
dressed. Sophisticated, cool, haughty bitch.
  Something strange about her, though, in her gleaming eyes, 
Don thought. There was something smoldering and animal about 
her, a kind of seething violence he couldn't figure out. She 
definitely wasn't the kind his mother usually chose for a 
friend, nothing solid or matronly about that hot-eyed young 
bitch.
  Only for a brief instant did a depraved thought occur to Don 
but he dismissed it at once. Shit, the odds against his mother 
being a switch-hitter in secret were about the same as being 
struck by lightning on a clear sunny day. Crazy idea.
  Just because he took his little sister's hot cherry didn't 
mean everyone in the family was madly horny!
  "Let's take a shower together," whispered Cindy, sitting up 
and hefting his heavy cock in her fingers.
  "You're on, Sis," he grinned, and Don followed her down the 
hallway to the bathroom, playing with her gorgeous naked ass on 
the way, his cock almost completely hard again by the time she 
turned on the warm spray. Someday Cindy would look like their 
mother, a statuesque, sensuously curved knockout, but still 
lady-like and respectable, the perfect wife and mother for some 
lucky guy.
  It was a touching, sentimental thought, but Don's mother 
hadn't gone through what her daughter was going to go through 
in the next shattering few days.
  Sweet-faced, wholesome and radiant young Cindy was destined 
to be something quite different than her mother, although her 
mother had more than her share of obscene secrets.
  Cindy would quickly become the hottest, wildest, most 
lascivious swinger and switch-hitter ever to come out of the 
small town of Pacific Gardens.
  Thanks to her brother, her mother, her father and the hot-
lipped nympho, Sally Owens, who was only doing what Cindy's 
father told her to do.
  Turning both young girls on like crazed animals in heat.


Chapter 5


  The thing that made Sally Owens profoundly different from 
other girls her age -- and older, for that matter -- was not 
just her insatiable passion for sex. She loved all kinds of 
sex, oral, regular, anal, and whatever else might get her and 
her lucky partner's rocks off in any way.
  There were, of course, other teenage girls who adored sex, 
although they didn't dream about it night and day, the way the 
cute blonde did. Nor did they even begin to have Sally's 
diabolical imagination and dazzling repertoire of tricks when 
it came to the subject, particularly oral sex.
  What made Sally different was not even sexual in nature. It 
was a character trait, found in highly ambitious and efficient 
people, carried to its peak in business tycoons and super-
achievers.
  It was nothing more than a simple obsession with getting 
things done. Analyzed and defined it could be called "action-
power". When Sally made up her mind to do something, she didn't 
look for various ways to do it. She didn't sit down with a 
pencil and pad and list all the possibilities and solutions 
open to her, the various courses of action available. She had 
absolutely no patience for thinking, or analyzing, or 
questioning.
  She just did whatever she had to do to get the job done. 
Fast. Simple. And highly, devastatingly, effective.
  Getting a job as an usherette at the Del Mar Theater, for 
example. All she had to do was go in, leave an application and 
sit around for a few weeks or months until an opening occurred 
and Mr. Jenkins would probably hire her.
  But it was much faster, much easier and far simpler to just 
trade her hot mouth and tight, juicy little pussy for the job 
she wanted.
  And it was obvious to Sally by the time she'd finished 
sucking and fucking the theater owner that he was feverishly 
hooked on her cute ass. And although Sally was not an 
intellectual giant, she knew at once that it was his own 
daughter Jenkins really wanted, and when he'd admitted it and 
asked Sally to turn Cindy on so all three of them could swing, 
Sally's first reaction was to cheerfully agree, even though 
she'd never made it with another girl.
  But the idea of having sex with Cindy Jenkins, virginal, 
beautiful, on the verge of blossoming into a gorgeously stacked 
grownup, sparked a hot, deep curiosity in the horny young 
blonde.
  And the more she thought about it that night after leaving 
Jenkins at the theater, the more Sally got aroused at the idea. 
Even though she'd never had sex with another girl, Sally didn't 
need any books, pictures, diagrams or charts. She knew with 
absolute certainty what turned her on, and since Cindy had a 
pussy too, all she had to do was set it on fire.
  And the more Sally thought about it, and recalled Cindy's 
sleek, sensuous young body, the more turned on she got. Most 
people who faced a problem did so with a certain amount of 
nervousness and fear. What made Sally different was her way of 
looking at such problems, not as difficulties, but as 
challenges.
  If Mr. Jenkins wanted his hotly curved young daughter turned 
on to sex with her, then Sally would bring every talent she 
possessed to the task, meaning all her experience at sex. True, 
she'd never finger-fucked a girl besides herself, and had never 
gone down on a hot young pussy, and had never sucked on or 
teased a pair of sweet young tits, but the same fiery lust that 
drove her to become the wildest, hottest piece of ass in the 
small, peaceful town of Pacific Gardens at a very tender age 
now drove her to new heights of achievement.
  She wouldn't just turn on Cindy Jenkins, she'd eat her sweet 
little pussy until the girl lost her mind. She wouldn't just 
masturbate Cindy, she'd finger-fuck her until her honey gushed 
out in a mad loving fountain of cunt-juice. She wouldn't just 
tease the sexy teenager, she'd arouse her until Cindy was 
hotter than a smoking pistol, ready to come at the twitch of a 
nipple.
  It was this amazing facility for getting to the heart of a 
problem at once that distinguished the so called town tramp 
from the mass of doubting, struggling humanity. Not a soul in 
town suspected that wild-eyed, ripe-assed little Sally. Owens, 
scorned by so many middle-class minds, would someday be rich, 
notoriously successful and one of the most sought-after women 
of her time.
  All because she'd gotten a job as an usherette in a small 
movie-house in a little hick-town on the California coast. And 
because she had a way of getting things done.
  The day after her interview with Mr. Jenkins, Sally 
immediately got down to the business of seducing Cindy Jenkins, 
although Sally's direct sexual assault was more in the nature 
of true rape than gentle seduction.
  She called Cindy up that morning, reminding her who she was. 
Yes, Cindy remembered Sally from school. Sally told her she had 
something to tell her, something really important. Could Cindy 
come over to her house that afternoon, at around three o'clock?
  At first Cindy tried to get Sally to give her the information 
over the phone, but Sally was relentless and firm. It had to be 
done in person, and it had to be done that afternoon.
  As usual, Sally got her way.
  She chose that particular time because her mother, a cocktail
waitress now in bed with her current shack-up, one of the 
bartenders where she worked, would be out of the house by then, 
leaving it deserted for Sally.
  Sally's mother was strictly an animal: she drank like a fish, 
fucked like a mink, ate like a pig and had the disposition of a 
cobra. Sally got along with her usually drunk mother by simply 
staying out of her way, either locking herself in her bedroom 
while her mother was home, or going out and not returning until 
the house was empty. Simple solutions were best, Sally had long 
ago found out.
  Her mother was gone by two, which gave Sally time to take a 
quick bath and perfume her pussy and her tawny, ripening tits. 
While she intended to do her share of sucking and teasing on 
Cindy Jenkins' fabulous body, she was going to make damn 
certain Cindy was going to return the lusty favor.
  Sally smoked a little grass and made a stiff drink for 
herself from her mother's ample supply of stolen liquor, which 
the bartenders provided for her in return for her wild pussy. 
Normally, Sally only drank a few beers, but this was a very 
special occasion, a first for her.
  And as the horny girl waited, smoking and drinking like a 
nonchalant adult, she felt the smoldering of a fierce new 
excitement in her blood. She'd made it with so many boys and 
men, she didn't have the vaguest idea how a pussy would taste, 
or what it would be like to suck on a pair of luscious tits 
like Cindy's, or what it would feel like to finger-fuck another 
girl.
  If it were anyone but Cindy Jenkins, Sally would have had her 
doubts. After all, she didn't want her reputation stained by 
dark hints of pussy-eating. But once Cindy knocked on her front 
door and Sally let the girl into her house, watching Cindy's 
lush curves bounce and sway beneath her snug summer dress, 
Sally's doubts faded like mist in the morning sun.
  In fact, gazing at Jenkins' daughter now, it was Sally who 
was hotter than a smoking pistol, her lips tingling, her 
fingers itching, her own slippery cunt throbbing and oozing 
honey. Jesus, Cindy was a knockout! Taller, more exquisitely 
curved and far classier than Sally, she generated the wildest 
excitement in the younger girl, the most powerful erotic urges 
Sally had ever felt.
  Sally offered her a drink and Cindy accepted a glass of wine. 
Like two girls playing grownups they faced each other in the 
shabby living room. Sally made no apologies for the seediness 
of her house. As ravishing as she was, Cindy Jenkins was still 
only a middle-class broad, so what did she expect, the 
penthouse of the Ritz-Waldorf?
  "Now what's this big secret you couldn't tell me over the 
phone?" Cindy asked, her face serious.
  With typical no-nonsense directness, Sally patted the sofa-
seat beside her. "Come on over here, Cindy. I'll whisper it to 
you," Sally grinned with lewd, wet lips.
  Puzzled, Cindy settled beside the younger girl on the sofa. 
Sally wore a light dress too, but she was naked beneath and her 
fat little nipples jutted out with lush, sexy effect. Sally 
hadn't made a single calculation or plan about her assault on 
Jenkins' daughter. As usual, she would improvise, do what she 
felt the situation called for, and now, as Cindy sat beside 
her, Sally had a powerful hunch about what would turn the other 
girl on.
  "It's about your brother," Sally murmured, putting her arm 
around Cindy's shoulder and leaning close so that her plump hot 
tits brushed Cindy's bare arm. "And about your father."
  "What about them?" Cindy whispered back, spellbound by 
curiosity now. The wine, which she'd gulped down nervously, was 
making her high too.
  What would turn Cindy Jenkins on, Sally decided as she gazed 
at that lovely, innocent face, was "dirty talk". Obscene words 
turned a lot of girls on, some of them feverishly, but you had 
to pick the right person. In this particular case, Cindy 
Jenkins, while probably expressing outward horror, would love 
it and get wildly, deliciously excited.
  And not just any dirty-talk, but vulgar gossip about her own 
brother and father. Because Sally, with her wide experience and 
street cunning, knew that Cindy was not what she seemed to be 
on the surface at all. That scrubbed, wholesome beauty would 
fool a lot of people, but beneath that small town front, Cindy 
was a ripe, passionate animal just like herself. Afraid to show 
it, sure, but it was there all right. Sally could smell her hot 
passion, her buried lust, the way a dog could sniff out a bone.
  And caressing Cindy's arm softly now, working her fingers 
over to her juicy tits straining at her dress, Sally began to 
tell Jenkins' daughter in the most vulgar terms what it was 
like to have sex with both her brother and her father.
  She described in vivid detail the feel of her brother's huge, 
pounding rod in her mouth, ramming lustfully away in her pussy, 
then gorging her thrilled asshole. At first, Cindy stiffened 
with shock, as Sally expected, but then beads of sweat dotted 
Cindy's face and her luscious tits began heaving wildly and, 
very gently, she began squirming her ass on the sofa as Sally 
described her anal rape.
  The younger girl had no way of knowing that Cindy had 
experienced the very same sensations the night before, and that 
it helped her cause considerably. In fact, what was really 
happening was that Cindy was reliving her own depraved orgy 
with her brother, the hot memory making her blood sing and her 
skin tingle and her cunt throb. All of this was enhanced by 
Sally's choice of obscene words, and by the fact that one of 
her hands had moved down to Cindy's velvety bare thigh, 
stroking and creeping upward beneath her hem to her burning 
pussy. Cindy pretended not to notice ...
  Now Sally's husky voice moved on to Cindy's father as she 
recited the torrid encounter she'd had with him the night 
before in his theater office. This time, Cindy was stunned -- 
as well as jealous and tremendously excited.
  She knew that her father probably screwed around on her 
mother, but not with little nymphos like Sally Owens! But as 
Cindy listened in awe to Sally's vivid, obscene description of 
her father naked, how his cum tasted and felt in her pussy and 
asshole, how Sally had purposely called him Daddy, and his 
lustful response with his massive prick quivering madly, Cindy 
knew it had to be true.
  And before Sally was halfway finished with her whispered 
tale, Cindy's panties were soaked through with her excitement. 
Sally had called him Daddy and he'd nearly shot off on the 
spot! So he had the same idea in mind that had been tormenting 
Cindy for months now!
  Sitting side by side on the sofa with Sally's fingers now 
rubbing Cindy's burning crotch, her other hand gently squeezing 
and loving Cindy's ripe tits, the older girl began moaning 
softly and spreading her thighs with fierce excitement.
  God, how she'd love to have seen her rugged father fucking 
Sally! She was hotly aware now that Sally was playing with her 
steaming pussy, and she secretly prayed the girl would finger-
fuck her, would relieve her maddening sex-tension. Cindy shut 
her eyes tightly, her tits heaving wildly, and spread her legs 
wide, slumping further down on the sofa. With her skin flushed 
almost crimson and her cunt gushing and throbbing eagerly, 
Cindy was deliriously aroused, so primed her cunt felt like a 
hair-trigger.
  Quickly, Sally slid a finger inside the moist crotch of 
Cindy's panties, found her juicy slit and began pumping gently. 
Instantly the older girl was gasping and shuddering, locking 
her thighs tightly on Sally's hand. Her breath was a loud rasp 
in the living room as Sally finger-fucked her to a steady lewd 
rhythm, both girls caught up in a fierce, depraved excitement.
  It was the first sexual contact either of them had had with 
another girl. And at their tender ages, it was deliciously 
naughty and tremendously exciting, so much so for Cindy she was 
already hunching her boiling cunt on Sally's jerking finger, 
having a furious climax just to relieve the nerve-screaming 
tension in her loins.
  Whether Sally would have been successful with her blunt 
assault if Cindy hadn't lost her cherry to her brother the 
night before, if her feverish young sex-glands weren't humming 
away like a blast furnace ever since their torrid session, 
Sally would never know.
  Or care.
  Because right now all she wanted to do was suck on Cindy's
beautiful heaving tits and lewdly lick and kiss every inch of 
her satiny skin before digging her mouth down between those 
sleek tanned thighs.
  But Sally continued finger-fucking Cindy for another two 
minutes, slipping her hand inside the other girl's dress to 
squeeze a burning tit and pinch the nipple while Cindy moaned 
and gasped and trembled furiously, still coming over Sally's 
stroking finger.
  Sally didn't want a case of instant remorse or doubt on her 
hands. She wanted to be absolutely sure Cindy wouldn't back out 
once she stopped finger-fucking her, because she wanted to drag 
the luscious schoolgirl into her bedroom where they could strip 
and really get down to the raw wanton action.
  "Oh Lord, it's hot!" cried Cindy, crushing her moist thighs 
savagely on Sally's hand. "Ooooooh, jeeeez, I'm so worked up, 
Sally! Unnnnngh! Ah, God, I'm still commmingggg!" Yessss! Mmmf! 
Agh!"
  Now Sally knew Jenkins' daughter couldn't back out if her 
life depended on it, not in her deliriously hot state. Sally 
jerked her finger out, which brought a painful cry of protest 
from Cindy's lips.
  Grabbing her hand, Sally pulled her off the sofa. "My 
bedroom," she hissed. "Come on, Cindy, I'm hotter than hell 
too! Let's just strip and have at it."
  She pulled Cindy into the bedroom and shut the door. Now both 
girls stripped urgently, watching each other with blazing eyes. 
Gone was Sally's nonchalant poise and control. She was 
astonished at her own wild lust, at the way her heart hammered 
against her ribs and the way her fingers trembled as she 
undressed.
  And when she saw Cindy stark naked, she knew why. What an 
incredibly gorgeous piece of pussy! What magnificent tits! 
Cindy was the lush dream of every girl who ever yearned to be 
sensuously stunning, the essence of pure classical sex-appeal 
and lewd beauty, with honeyed tits and a deliciously ripe ass 
and perfect silken legs.
  It was the only time in her life Sally felt a brief stab of 
regret that she wasn't a man and didn't have a prick ten inches 
long.
  When they were both naked, Sally wrapped her arms around the 
other girl and pulled her onto her bed, rolling over so that 
Cindy was beneath her. She kissed Jenkins' daughter 
passionately on her sultry mouth, rubbing their swollen naked 
tits and bellies together, their cunts grinding at each other 
eagerly.
  In Cindy's feverish state, she was twice as excited as she'd 
been the night before with her own brother. She was shocked at 
her own lustful behavior too, but it wasn't even a twinge 
compared to the mad excitement she felt at having sex with 
Sally Owens.
  After Frenching Cindy for a minute and making eager fucking 
motions with her dripping pussy, Sally slid down, pausing to 
clutch a velvety tit in her greedy fingers and suck on the 
nipple, teasing it with her teeth and tongue to make Cindy cry 
out with urgency.
  "Oh God, Sally, eat me! Eat my cunt, honey, I'm going crazy 
with ... ooooooh, yessss! ... crazy with sex! So hot, my pussy 
is so hot, hurry, honey, unnnmmmm!"
  The passion between the two naked, feverish girls was 
electrifying as Sally slid further down to lick and suck at the 
soft flesh of Cindy's belly. Then Sally hunched between Cindy's 
drawn-up thighs, clutching her naked ass tightly in her hands, 
gazing with intense curiosity and fascination at Cindy's hotly 
sucking cunt.
  Although Sally had seen enough pricks in her tender young 
lifetime to fill a scrapbook, she'd never before seen a pussy 
close-up. She stared at the soft rosy lips, the juicy wetness, 
the delicate pink color tinged with flaming red now, the silky 
nest of curly cunt-hairs, and realized she'd never seen 
anything so lovable, so utterly sweet and kissable in her life.
  "Hurry!" wailed Cindy, clawing Sally's bare shoulders with 
her nails, like pincers. "Going crazy! Eat me, darling!"
  Instead, Sally showered a circle of kisses around Cindy's 
fiercely throbbing slit, teasing her to near hysteria. Her 
nostrils quivered at the heady fragrance of teenage pussy in 
heat. Then Sally gave the pink flesh a cautious kiss, just to 
see what it tasted like.
  "Wow!" she whispered, her blood singing in her ears. 
"Oooooooh, this is gonna be wild!"
  A moment later Sally went delirious with hunger as the first 
taste of tender young cunt triggered an insatiable craving in 
her mouth. And with her first session of cunt-sucking, Sally 
brought to it all the expertise and artistry she'd lavished on 
countless cocks over the years.
  She began by whipping her tongue in and out of Cindy's 
succulent pussy, scooping up her honey with deep moans of lust, 
bringing her partner a second shattering orgasm that left red 
claw-marks on Sally's smooth back. Then Sally pushed back on 
Cindy's belly with one hand to expose her tiny clit bud, its 
hot little tip quivering with joy. Sally planted her tingling 
lips on it and sucked, flicking her tongue against it to make 
Cindy scream and shudder madly as a third, nerve-racking climax 
tore through her loins.
  By now Cindy was in a frenzy of passion, rocking and 
thrashing as the younger girl greedily sucked her off, 
surprising Cindy again and again with hot new thrills One 
minute Sally was tenderly kissing her boiling slit. The next 
she was sucking furiously at her cuntlips, then wriggling her 
long tongue deep into Cindy's crack to make her quiver like a 
bowstring.
  Now Jenkins' daughter twined her fingers in Sally's hair and 
tugged desperately to vent her maddening excitement, raising 
her knees high to dig her heels into Sally's shoulders. She 
fucked the girl's face with savage jerks of her frantic 
exploding pussy, incoherent raving coming from her lips.
  "Unnngh! Love you, Sally! Love your mouth! Ooooooh, darling 
honey sweetheart, aaaaaaah! Oh, lover, suck it, eat it, harder, 
faster, eat meeeee! Suck it foreverrrrr!"
  This was not the first time Cindy had her luscious pussy 
eaten. Her brother had been unable to resist it the night 
before. For that matter, Cindy was the kind of sensuous, ripely 
stunning girl who immediately triggered the hot desire to go 
down on her when any man looked at her.
  But her brother's eager venture into oral sex with Cindy was 
a shabby echo compared to what maddening little Sally Owens was 
doing to her at this moment. Now the horny girl had snuggled 
her mouth down to Cindy's tender asshole, and suddenly flicked 
her wet tongue deep. She wriggled and churned it until Cindy's 
mind was reeling with ecstasy and her thrilled asshole felt 
faint with bliss.
  And while Cindy climaxed again and again, fierce, spine-
tingling orgasms that made her entire naked body quiver 
hysterically with rapture, Sally discovered that she had found 
a thrilling new mission in life, a wild new hunger that was 
every bit as profound and lusty as her obsession with huge 
cocks.
  Because if Cindy was now hooked on being voraciously eaten by 
sexy young girls, Sally was now feverishly addicted to the 
sweet delights of cunt-sucking. Cindy's burning pussy was 
streaming hot nectar into her eager mouth, wildly delicious 
pussy-juice that was utterly different from a man's come, like 
delicate wine compared to raw whiskey.
  Sally had never felt anything remotely like the strange 
ecstasy of having a luscious young cunt smearing her face 
obscenely with liquid love, of having sweet burning thighs 
crushing her cheeks, a silky hot ass bouncing madly in her 
fingers, cries of girlish lust echoing in her ears.
  A natural for oral sex ever since she could remember, Sally 
Owens' worship of stiff, throbbing pricks now had a serious 
rival.
  And she couldn't get enough of her thrilling new love either.
  After twenty minutes of furious kissing and sucking and 
lapping and lewd tongue-lashing, after a series of violent 
orgasms that racked Cindy's body like an electric current 
ripping through her exploding loins, Cindy desperately tried 
to escape Sally's lust-crazed mouth.
  But the younger girl clung to her hips fiercely, her mouth 
locked savagely to Cindy's juicy slit in a leech-like grip of 
raw hunger. And the cause of Sally's insane greed wasn't just 
the obscene feel of Cindy's sweet pussy grinding to her mouth, 
squirming with wet fire.
  Without knowing it, men had spoiled her.
  Sally's sex-drive functioned like virtually everyone else's, 
men and women alike. You put your lips or pussy or cock in an 
erotically stimulating place and you got your reward, a thick 
hot flood of it if you were a girl.
  And because Sally had gone down on so many men over the years 
and always got her reward in the form of a fiery flood, she was 
now conditioned to gulping down torrents of pungent male cum.
  But a girl's pussy didn't function that way. Cunt-honey did 
not spurt in torrents, it oozed and seeped and in some cases, 
like Cindy's, gushed in a small but steady stream of hot 
passion. There were no violent spurts of boiling jism, no great 
machinegun-like bursts of stinging cream, just a relentless 
flow of delicious pussy-juice.
  And Sally's feverish mouth was so used to thick spurts, the 
stream of utterly sweet honey trickling into her eager mouth 
only whetted her appetite into a frenzy. She wanted more of 
Cindy's wildly exciting juices, yearned for a gallon of it 
flooding her throat and pouring into her stomach. Her lips and 
tongue, so accustomed to the sharp spurts of jism, worked into 
a delirium of greed while they waited for their just reward.
  In due time Sally would, of course, orient herself to pussy-
eating and to the disappointing fact that the boiling sharp 
spurts she loved so dearly would not be forthcoming no matter 
how eagerly she sucked a girl off. She would simply learn to be 
satisfied with a juicy trickle, steady if small, like a 
babbling brook instead of a bursting dam, when she greedily 
went down on a girl.
  But with her voracious mouth now savagely locked to Cindy's 
delicious cunt, Sally had no interest in analyzing her greed. 
She wanted more of the girl's steaming honey and, goddammit, 
the way to get it was to suck faster and harder and more 
eagerly.
  Which she did with a blazing singleness of purpose.
  Whimpering that she couldn't take any more, that she would go
insane if Sally didn't stop, Cindy went into unbearable spasms 
of excitement, her tits heaving furiously, her eyes glazed with 
shock, her naked soft flesh shuddering in violent tremors of 
runaway lust.
  She tried tugging viciously at Sally's hair, clawing her 
shoulders; pounding with her fists, wrenching her hips free, 
but all to no avail. In her attempts to free herself Cindy 
gradually and desperately worked her way off the bed and onto 
the carpet, which didn't deter the young nympho in the 
slightest. Sally would stay riveted to the source of her new 
ecstasy, would pursue it to the ends of the earth if she had 
to, intent only on filling her crazed mouth with more thrilling 
cunt-honey.
  Only when Cindy suddenly went limp, fainting dead away, did 
Sally slowly come to her senses. While Cindy's pussy kept 
spasming with a will of its own, she noticed her sexy partner 
wasn't moving. Not an inch.
  In a daze herself, Sally reluctantly tore her mouth away from 
Cindy's juicy slit. She licked at the sticky-sweet fluid on her 
cheeks, moaning happily. God, eating pussy was fantastic! Then 
she crawled up beside Cindy on the floor, panting for breath 
and staring down at her with concern.
  "Hey, Cindy! You okay, honey?" she said. She gently slapped 
Cindy's cheeks and the girl moaned and stirred, her eyes trying 
to focus on Sally.
  "Nnnnnnmmmm, oh God, no more," sobbed Cindy. "Can't take any 
more! Just let me rest, please, Sally, just, whew, let me, 
ooooooh, stop coming ..."
  "Gee, I did get carried away a little, didn't I?" Sally said 
with regret. She clutched Cindy's beautiful naked tits in her 
fingers and massaged them lustfully, her own cunt now a 
throbbing ache demanding its own due.
  "Okay, no more for a while, Cindy," the younger girl told 
her, "but I'm gonna kiss you all over, everywhere but your 
delicious pussy, so don't get panicky now, right?"
  Sally had never seen skin so silky and glowing as Cindy's, 
and she began licking it in a strange ritual of sex-worship, 
moving down from Cindy's arms to her gorgeous tits and over her 
belly. She took great care not to come too close to Cindy's 
twitching pussy, but she slavishly kissed and licked her moist 
inner thighs, then every inch of her satiny slender legs, then 
her toes and the soles of her feet.
  It was a tongue-bath, a gently thrilling tribute to Cindy's 
sensuous beauty. And a blissful relief to Cindy after Sally's 
maddening blowjob.
  Gently, Sally turned her over and worked her lips and tongue 
back up Cindy's naked flesh, kissing her voluptuous ass with 
hot whimpers of delight, lasciviously tickling Cindy's tender 
asshole with her tongue. Not harsh and greedy, like before, but 
a dreamy slow probing with her long tongue, reviving Cindy to a 
fresh new excitement, a languorous, easy-going excitement, not 
violent and urgent as before.
  With her usual cunning, Sally now gently nudged Cindy onto 
her side on the floor, and worked her body around so that her 
thighs were edging close to Cindy's ripe mouth, while Sally 
nibbled on her bellybutton and toyed with her asscheeks.
  Cindy's glazed eyes watched in fascination as the other 
girl's tiny pink pussy moved closer. A whiff of sex-fragrance 
drifted into Cindy's nostrils and she licked her lips and 
moaned softly.
  Then she reached out and clutched Sally's tawny ass in her 
fingers. Taking a deep breath, Cindy buried her face into the 
steaming heat of Sally's thighs.
  And at her first taste of hot young pussy, Jenkins' daughter 
went almost as wild as Sally. She moaned deep in her throat and 
crushed her mouth ravenously to the younger girl's squirming 
cunt. She buried her face between Sally's plump thighs as if 
finding a warmth and security and magnetic lure she'd never 
before known.
  And she began giving Sally a feverishly hot blowjob in return 
for the other girl's thrilling assault. Cindy plunged her 
tongue madly into the juicy depths and caressed and squeezed 
and loved the naked hot flesh of Sally's ass as she devoured 
her with soaring lust, feeling the same strange delicious guilt 
and mind-whirling giddiness Sally had felt when she'd first 
eaten pussy.
  Now Sally forgot her caution and her promise not to suck off 
the other girl any more. She couldn't resist those sleek 
thighs, that boiling young cunt, and she quickly dug her 
burning lips and tongue into Cindy's pussy, which was still 
gently spasming from her last violent orgasm.
  Facing each other's crotches as they lay side by side on the 
floor, the two schoolgirls ate each other with savage passion, 
unable to get enough of each other's honey, groaning and 
jerking and rocking as they began shifting on the carpet, their 
tongues working hotter and faster and more greedily each time 
their pussies erupted with cum.
  For a few minutes Cindy was on top, ramming her head down 
between Sally's trembling thighs, her feverish tits digging and 
rubbing into Sally's soft belly. Then they rolled over and 
Sally was on top, becoming the hungry aggressor.
  Now that Cindy's complete attention was riveted to her new 
passion, the taste of Sally's juicy slit grinding lewdly to her 
mouth, the climaxes shattering through her cunt weren't nearly 
as nerve-racking or intense.
  For a solid twenty minutes the two teenagers moaned and 
thrashed and rocked in sixty-nine on the floor of Sally's 
bedroom, oblivious to everything but the lustful taste and 
thrilling feel of tender hot pussy oozing sweet honey over 
their faces.
  It was Sally who gave up first, on the verge of total 
exhaustion. Still Cindy clung to her thighs with blazing 
hunger, now snaking her tongue deep in Sally's tingling 
asshole, tracing her burning tongue-tip up along the crack of 
Sally's asscheeks to give her a teasing new thrill, then 
dipping back down to resume her lust-crazed blowjob.
  And now it was Sally who was on the defensive, trying 
desperately to escape Cindy's wild, relentless mouth sucking 
her off in a pure frenzy of excitement. After a frantic 
struggle, Sally finally wrenched free and whimpered, shaking 
her head, dazed. Her pussy was numb.
  For a couple of minutes both girls lay sprawled on the 
carpet, heaving for breath, their wild eyes watching each other 
with insatiable lust.
  "I've sixty-nined with guys before," panted Sally, "but, oh, 
honey, it sure wasn't like that! Wheeewwww ..."
  "I could do it all night with you," whispered Cindy 
feverishly, licking her lips at the lingering taste of Sally's 
luscious little cunt.
  "But not now," Sally cautioned, getting up. "I don't know 
about you, baby, but my twat feels like raw hamburger! Let's 
drink a little wine and smoke a little grass, okay?"
  Cindy had only smoked grass once before in her life and she 
didn't like it, feared the strange feeling of soaring 
detachment, of being so high she felt out of control. But with 
Sally it seemed natural.
  Thirty minutes later found both girls lying side by side on 
the carpet, giggling and half-drunk with their sexy addition to 
each other. Cindy began to lewdly finger-fuck Sally, and a 
minute later both of them were stroking their fingers rapidly 
in each other's wildly sucking pussies, moaning and coming all 
over each other's hands.
  By the time Cindy left an hour later, both girls were humming 
and glowing with fierce satisfaction, both of them feverishly 
excited at their new discovery. Sally had not forgotten her 
promise to Cindy's father. She told Cindy -- didn't ask, but 
ordered her -- to return to her house at three the next 
afternoon. Sally's mother would be gone.
  But she did not tell her new conquest that her own father 
would show up too. It would be a surprise for Cindy.
  It would also be a surprise for Jenkins, because Sally had no 
intention of telling him that Cindy would be there.
  One of Sally's irresistible qualities was her impish charm, 
her love of fun and games. Along with her simple quality of 
getting things done without horsing around, it would someday 
make Sally very rich and famous.
  Even though at this moment she was nothing more than the town 
nympho, who'd just discovered she loved to eat pussy as much as 
she loved going down on a man.
  That would help make her rich and famous too ...


Chapter 6


  Known to her friends and neighbors -- and her own family -- 
as the "perfect" wife and mother, Marie Jenkins looked the part 
so accurately she could have done TV commercials selling 
detergents or, better yet, bath oil.
  At thirty nine, Marie was still strikingly curved, with fully 
rounded, high tits, a slender waist, lush hips, and legs that 
were the envy of a lot of young girls in town.
  Her face was remarkably clean-cut and wholesome, as if she'd 
lived in a sort of spiritual grace all her life. Yet there was 
a strong hint of sensuousness in her glowing dark eyes and 
ripe, heavy lips. She was extremely sexy, but in a quiet, 
wifely way, because she always dressed quite modestly and used 
very little makeup.
  In front of her family and friends, that is.
  On this warm, balmy evening she mentioned casually to her 
family-- her husband, Phil, her son, Don and her lovely daughter, 
Cindy -- that she was going to play bridge still again with her 
new friend, the nurse, Vivian Whitaker.
  "Gee, Mom, you must be getting to be a real whiz at bridge," 
remarked Cindy with a warm smile. "That's about three or four 
times this week."
  "It's sort of easy to get addicted to," her mother said 
softly. She stared at her daughter for a few moments, noting 
something definitely different about her "baby girl", as she 
still called Cindy.
  Her daughter definitely wasn't a girl any more. There was a 
burning gleam in her eyes, a flush to her skin, a sort of 
animal sex-appeal she radiated that was very powerful.
  Marie immediately guessed that Cindy had lost her virginity, 
a fact that both dismayed and excited her. To what lucky boy?
  Marie resumed serving her family dinner, a little disturbed. 
She would have been considerably more disturbed -- and 
violently excited -- if she'd known that Cindy had lost her 
cherry the night before to her strapping, handsome son, Cindy's 
brother, in a torrid sucking and fucking session.
  Or that she'd just come from a savage, depraved sex-clash 
with young Sally Owens.
  Thus the Jenkins family quietly ate their dinner, each 
absorbed in their own lustful secrets.
  Don furtively eyed his little sister, an immense hard-on 
throbbing in his pants, a drop of jism seeping out as he 
recalled her madly sucking pussy and mouth the night before.
  Cindy returned his hot glance with just the barest of nods. 
Tonight again, for sure. Since her lustful encounter with 
Sally, she was anxious to rush back to her massively hung 
brother to make secret comparisons. She'd already decided she 
and Sally and Don would definitely have to make it together at 
the same time.
  First her own brother, then Sally. Who could possibly be 
next?
  If Cindy knew, she might have come right there at the dinner
table, while her father watched her hungrily.
  And while Phil Jenkins had his own fierce throb in his cock 
at that moment from watching his luscious young daughter, his 
mind was really on Sally. It would be her first night at the 
theater, and after last night, he could barely wait to get her 
back in his office. Goddamn, that was a sweet, juicy little 
cunt!
  As Marie Jenkins stared dreamily at her plate, barely 
nibbling at her food, her heart raced with excitement. Tonight 
it was her turn to get tied down, to play sex-slave to Vivian 
and her lover, Jim.
  Last night it was Vivian's turn. Tonight would be the first 
time Marie would allow herself to be put in such a helpless 
position. The thought of the vicious black whip and especially 
the monstrous dildo made her shiver at the dinner table.
  If her sweet, wonderful family ever found out, she would die 
of pure shame, she told herself. All of them so innocent and 
trusting ...
  So was she, until she'd met Vivian a month ago. God only knew 
what strange attraction the slender, strange-eyed nurse had for 
her -- or what eerie sex power she exerted over Marie, but in 
her presence, Marie felt weak and helpless and deeply thrilled, 
her mind racing with the most depraved and fiercely twisted 
urges.
  Violent sex-urges which were now a stark reality.
  In twenty-two years of marriage to her husband, Marie had 
never been unfaithful once, until she'd met Vivian. As sensuously 
beautiful as the dark-haired wife and mother was, she was 
basically a small-town girl who believed in old-fashioned 
virtues -- motherhood, fidelity, a warm and loving atmosphere 
at home, clean, beautiful and wholesome children.
  And she'd succeeded, too, because here she was at dinner, 
surrounded by her affectionate husband and sweet, innocent 
children. Of course, her son Don played around with girls an 
awful lot, but that was only natural at his healthy age. She 
even took a mother's pride in his conquests.
  A frown crossed Marie's face when she realized Cindy might no 
longer be a virgin. In these modern, hectic times a girl 
couldn't be expected to hang onto her cherry forever, but 
still, Marie was upset because Cindy hadn't confided in her, or 
come to her first.
  Tonight when she got home, Marie would try to ask Cindy for 
the truth. As long as it was a nice boy ...
  Now that dinner was almost over, hot waves of guilt and shame 
swept through Marie's ripe body How could she betray her 
beautiful family like this not just by having a sex-affair, but 
with a strange, cruel woman and her boyfriend?
  Twenty-two years of humdrum marriage might have had something 
to do with it, she realized. A fling, that's all she was really 
having ...
  If you could call what she did with Vivian and Jim a fling, 
acts which were more in the nature of a nightmarish orgy. Being 
teased, humiliated, whipped, raped, sucked and fucked by both 
sexes was hardly a fling!
  At seven-thirty that evening, after her husband had left for 
the movie-house to open up for the night, Marie also left the 
house for her destination, leaving Cindy and Don home by 
themselves.
  She wouldn't have felt so horribly guilty if she'd known her 
husband and children were going to be as wildly occupied with 
sex as herself for the next few hours.
  In fact, she would have been shocked out of the erotic new 
panties Vivian had given her the night before, the sheer black 
crotchless panties that exposed both her luscious pussy and 
tender asshole. She would keep them on tonight while Vivian and 
Jim teased, whipped, sucked and raped her.
  The town's perfect wife and mother trembled with fear and 
delight as she drove shakily to Vivian's apartment. Marie told 
herself she'd already lost her self-respect, her dignity, her 
morals and her pride, so she had nothing left to lose tonight.
  But she was wrong.
  She still had her sanity. And by the time the vicious, sex-
crazed nurse and her mad-animal boyfriend finished binding, 
teasing, tormenting and ravaging her silky flesh, Marie would 
discover her mind hanging by a single thread ...

        *  *  *

  They were waiting for her in Vivian's apartment, casually 
drinking and smoking and chatting. The sleek blonde and her 
lover wore robes, but beneath Vivian's long robe Marie could 
see misty black nylons and five-inch heels, a sight that 
quickened the housewife's breath.
  Vivian had one of the sexiest bodies Marie had ever seen, 
totally unlike her own voluptuous curves. There was something 
sinuous, almost snake-like about Vivian when she was naked or 
clad only in bra and panties and nylons and heels. Her skin was 
very soft and creamy, utterly pale, with delicately shaped tits 
and huge red nipples, slender, almost boyish hips and very long 
slender legs.
  The nurse squeezed Marie's hand when she arrived -- she 
didn't hug Marie affectionately because what Vivian did to sexy 
girls and women had nothing to do with affection -- and handed 
her a martini.
  She continued to chatter as though she were at a cocktail 
party in San Francisco. While her boyfriend watched Marie 
through dark burning eyes that made her skin shiver.
  Vivian was a nurse at the county hospital, having arrived in 
town less than two months ago. Marie didn't know what Jim did 
for a living. Nor did she care to ask. He too was tall and lean 
and there was even a faint similarity to Vivian in his facial 
features, a fact that should have rung a bell in Marie's small-
town mind, but didn't.
  All Marie knew about Jim was that he was quiet -- too damn 
quiet for comfort -- had an incredibly big prick, and could 
fuck for what seemed like an eternity before be shot off his 
rocks, which made him the perfect lover for Vivian, whose own 
sex-drive was frightening.
  Marie quickly gulped her martini down and gratefully took 
another one, beginning to relax. She noticed that Vivian had 
exceptionally heavy makeup on tonight, garish, blood-red 
lipstick against her pale face and dark eyeshadow over her 
strange hazel eyes, giving her a vampire-look.
  Jim and Vivian were obviously big-city people, so what 
attraction could they possibly see in a hick town like Pacific 
Gardens? Unless, of course, they'd been forced to leave the 
city for some bizarre reason ...
  It was this same slick veneer and sophistication that had 
originally roped Marie in, though.
  Vivian and Jim were totally different, and the first night 
Vivian invited Marie up to her apartment for a cozy chat and 
coffee -- they'd met at the hospital, where Marie was a 
volunteer worker -- the sultry blonde had seduced the lush 
housewife so fast and so slickly, Marie could barely recall the 
details.
  One moment she was sipping a martini and the next Vivian was 
kissing her and finger-fucking her, then going down on her with 
ravenous skill, giving Marie an orgasm with her diabolical 
cunt-sucking that almost blistered her mind and flesh.
  Marie was hooked after that, finally finding secret 
excitement and thrills in her monotonous small-town existence. 
Then Vivian had introduced Jim to her, and they started the 
threesomes, getting more violent and weird every time.
  Until tonight, which Vivian called Fun-and-Games night. Last 
night the nurse had been tied down on the queen-sized bed and 
Marie was commanded to tease and whip her before she went down 
on her and used the colossal dildo to relieve the blonde's 
madly sucking pussy.
  Marie had obeyed, but it had been a halfhearted effort. She 
used the whip timidly and when she plunged the massive cock 
into Vivian's hot slit, it was with caution. She just didn't 
have the viciousness in her that this kinky kind of sex called 
for.
  Tonight it was her turn to be bound and Vivian's turn to do 
the teasing. And as she watched the pale-faced nurse, tiny 
shivers of apprehension rippled through Marie's satiny flesh. 
Vivian's eyes were hot and excited and burning with 
anticipation. The nurse wouldn't have any trouble being the 
aggressor.
  The whole trouble would lie in stopping her crazed passion 
once it got violently aroused ...
  Suddenly Vivian gulped down the rest of her drink, stood up 
and slipped her robe off. Marie sucked in her breath. The sight 
of the nurse's sleek, willowy body always excited her deeply. 
Tonight Vivian wore a sheer blue bra, low-cut with most of her 
small creamy tits exposed, a pair of matching crotchless 
panties, and sexy nylons and very high heels, emphasizing her 
beautifully tapered legs.
  She grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the bedroom, chatting 
cheerfully all the way as if they were going to a tea party. 
Jim followed, his somber eyes gleaming on Marie's lush curves.
  In the bedroom, Vivian undressed Marie, leaving on her sheer 
black crotchless panties. The panties had tiny erotic figures 
embroidered onto them in various positions of oral and regular 
sex. A close examination revealed some of the intertwined 
couples were women, others two women and a man. The panties 
were very expensive, Vivian was not one to bitch about money 
when it came to sexual pleasure.
  Now Jim stripped, his skin pale like Vivian's, his body also 
lean. From his dark bush a gigantic hard-on loomed, a vivid 
crimson compared to the rest of his white skin. His prick was 
not unusually thick but it was extremely long, as Marie had 
found out to her horror and eventual ecstasy when he'd shoved 
it brutally up her ass a few nights earlier.
  Jim was a lot like Vivian, except strangely silent most of 
the time. It was easy for Marie to see that Vivian called the 
shots virtually all the time with Jim. They were so much alike 
physically, though ...
  The moment Marie's tits were bared, Vivian clutched them in 
her hands and moaned as she crushed them to her own small tits, 
rubbing her steaming cunt lewdly to Marie's. She rammed her 
tongue into Marie's mouth, and for a minute simply stood there, 
making lustful fucking motions against the housewife's dripping 
crotch.
  The mere touch of Vivian was enough to start the strange weak 
helplessness in Marie's trembling flesh, the eerie desire to 
humble herself completely before the sultry nurse, to kiss her 
ass reverently and lick her pussy and turn into a grovely sex-
slave.
  Silently, Jim handed Vivian a short black whip as the nurse 
jerked her pussy feverishly to Marie's. Then Vivian quickly 
stepped back, her eyes blazing with fierce excitement.
  "Kneel down and lick my cunt," she whispered. "Suck me off, 
honey. Move it!"
  Trembling, Marie got on her knees and grabbed Vivian's hot 
ass in her fingers. Closing her eyes so she could concentrate 
on the exquisite feeling of guilt and shame, she squirmed her 
wet mouth to Vivian's burning pussy and lapped deep with her 
tongue. Oh Christ, if her husband and children saw her now! 
Kneeling before an obscenely sexy blonde, licking at her cunt 
like a dog in heat, and loving every juicy moment of it ...
  The whip suddenly came down and tore across Marie's jutting 
ass and she screamed.
  "Suck it, damn you!" hissed Vivian, one hand clutching 
Marie's head to crush it brutally to her squirming cunt. "Give 
me a decent blowjob, for Christ's sake, don't lick at it like 
it's a lollipop! Eat, you hot bitch, eat it!"
  Tears in her eyes and her trembling ass quivering with the 
hot lash of the whip, Marie dug her mouth harder to Vivian's 
soaked cunt. The taste of Vivian's pussy was surprisingly 
sweet, unlike her personality, and she'd perfumed her pussy-
hairs so at least Marie's nostrils and lips and tongue were 
flooded with pleasure -- even though her asscheeks were in 
agony.
  The blonde was now fucking Marie's mouth with obscene lunges 
of her slim hips, slow, savage jerks of her hot cunt to Marie's 
face, deep animal groans coming from her throat. She brought 
the whip down over Marie's ass without warning every thirty or 
forty seconds, swinging it in a vicious arc to bring muffled 
screams of pain from the housewife's numb lips.
  Then Vivian was coming in long spasms, brutally smearing 
Marie's face with her cunt-juice, tossing the whip aside so she 
could crush her victim's mouth to her oozing pussy with both 
hands in a fierce lust-grip, grinding her crotch to an obscene 
rhythm while her small tits heaved feverishly.
  "Ah, you hot loving bitch, that's ... mmmm! good!" she 
hissed, shudders of ecstasy ripping through her pussy. She rode 
Marie's mouth wantonly for almost five minutes while she came 
in violent climaxes, hunching slightly in her standing position 
to fuck her ripe lips.
  Silently, but with his eyes gleaming, Jim watched his sister 
rape the stacked housewife. He'd long ago lost count of the 
girls and women his sexy sister had seduced and then tormented, 
for his pleasure as well as her own. It was the only way Jim 
could get his huge prick up, watching two women in action, but 
one of them had to be his lust-crazed sister.
  She'd spoiled him, the beautiful, greedy bitch.
  They'd lived together for four years now, Jim posing as her
boyfriend and, at times, her husband, while they shared hot-
breasted, ripe-assed women like Marie. The whole lewd mess 
began when she'd come to his apartment one night almost five 
years ago, desperately horny, she'd told him. He was a swinging 
bachelor in San Francisco in those days, and he did all right 
by himself -- damn good, in fact. But once he'd had violent, 
unforgettable sex with his own insatiable sister, something 
weird happened inside him.
  He became gradually addicted to her fingers and mouth and 
wild cunt, because she could get his rocks off like no other 
woman in existence. And then one night she confessed she was a 
switch-hitter. She went out, picked up a girl in a bar, brought 
her back to his place, and on that night the bizarre games 
began. He'd seen two women make it before and it always turned 
him on, as it did most men.
  But he'd never seen his own sister in action with a girl. And 
it was hypnotic to watch, so exciting he'd shot off just from 
witnessing her first session with a pretty girl. She'd done 
exactly what she was doing to the lush housewife right now, 
made her kneel down and suck her pussy while she whipped her 
gorgeous ass, and then capped the depraved exhibition by 
throwing the whip aside and crushing the girl's face to her 
boiling cunt with both hand's and riding her mouth with mad, 
lewd groans of pleasure.
  He could never figure out exactly what it was that Vivian 
had, but whatever it was it melted girls and women like butter 
in the summer sun. They became whimpering sex-slaves to the 
slender, sharp-faced nurse, eager to humble themselves and be 
harshly commanded by her. And she was a bitch to live with, 
sharp-tempered, demanding, haughty, selfish.
  But he couldn't break away from her, either. He'd tried it 
once, and goddammit, he couldn't even get a hard-on without 
her! She was raw lust, almost evil she was so exciting to watch 
in action. Another switch-hitter had once told him his sister 
was a bitch-goddess, that all women secretly wanted to be 
disciplined and when Vivian doled it out, they craved 
punishment from her the way a junkie craves dope.
  Maybe so, he admitted, but, he added bitterly, he was a man, 
so how in the hell did she get him snared in her web? Why 
couldn't he get his rocks off unless it was with his own 
sister, or while his sister was present when he fucked another 
girl?
  In desperation he'd gone to a psychiatrist, and the fish-eyed 
bastard had listened to him without blinking an eyelid.
  All in his mind, the shrink assured him. His erections would 
return in time if he left his sister, not for a while perhaps, 
but his dependence on his strange sister was purely mental. 
Possibly Jim had wanted to fuck his mother and never having had 
the chance now substituted his sister.
  Then the shrink, having elicited some lusty details about Jim 
and Vivian and the girls they shared, asked a very sensible 
question:
  Why did he want to leave his sister anyway? Jim had to think 
seriously about that one. While he brought some girls for their 
orgies as well as Vivian, it was his sister who got the grade-A 
pussy, the luscious knockouts like this country-fed housewife 
now ravenously sucking her off, on her knees like a slave.
  He had all the juicy cunt he'd ever want, mainly provided by 
Vivian. So why did he want to break away?
  Because, Jim told the solemn little twerp of a shrink, he 
wanted to feel like his own man again. He didn't want to be 
anyone's flunky, least of all his own sister's But as long as 
he couldn't get a hard-on without her, he felt compelled to 
stay with her.
  At this point, the psychiatrist shrugged. In the first place, 
he told Jim, he had a lot of patients who would give their fat 
bank accounts to be in his shoes. Jim should meet some of their 
dumpy wives. And second, the shrink solemnly told him, what was 
wrong with being impotent? He had patients, young, healthy 
patients, who hadn't had an erection in years. That didn't stop 
them from eating pussy.
  He himself, the twerp admitted shyly, hadn't had a hard-on in 
six months. As a matter of fact, he'd love to meet Jim's sister.
  Jim stalked out of his office in disgust and never went back. 
But the psychiatrist had set him to thinking deeply. He could 
leave Vivian but could he go for six months without a hard-on? 
And suppose the little bastard was wrong, suppose he could 
never get it up again without watching his lewd-lipped sister 
in action with another gorgeous piece of pussy?
  All this had happened just three months before, in San 
Francisco. Since then they'd had to leave the city when a girl 
Vivian brought home and tied down and whipped and teased and 
brutally raped turned out to be underage. And went to the cops 
afterward ...
  They'd barely gotten out of that one with their skins intact. 
Vivian's cunning saved them. She'd gone to talk to the mother 
when the girl threatened to press charges, made it with the 
girl's horny mother and the girl was persuaded to drop the 
charges.
  When they'd left the city, it was the mother who was making 
it with her own daughter ...
  Normally, Jim wasn't nearly as silent or grim as he appeared 
to be. When he'd been a swinging bachelor, he'd been easygoing 
and cheerful, until Vivian had made it with him and started her 
strange games with other girls. Maybe the slinky bitch was 
evil, he'd thought at times. Or maybe that was just his lurid 
imagination, from seeing too many horror movies.
  The truth was, Vivian was possessed only by an unusually 
strong sex-appeal and a cruel, dominating nature which brought 
out the weak, helpless side of other women, the lost little 
girl in them. And their desires to be punished and sexually 
abused.
  And she was so fantastically exciting and obscene to watch 
with other girls, vicious and lust crazed and sexy with them, 
that her brother simply got hung up on her. It was true he'd 
failed to get his massive cock up the first two or three times 
he'd tried fucking other girls away from her, but had he 
continued trying only once or twice more, he wouldn't have had 
any problems.
  So he was the victim only of his own obsession with watching 
Vivian in hot action, and his false conclusions.
  Any man watching the sultry, wild-eyed, madly swinging nurse 
in action would tend to get hung up on her. She didn't just 
rape a girl's mouth, she made a major Hollywood production out 
of it, hissing and obscenely clutching their faces. to her 
boiling cunt, grinding her crotch in slow, sinuous gyrations, 
raving incoherently, doing a dance of lust with her entire 
slinky body, wiggling her tits and hips and ass in a poetic 
ballet of raw desire.
  When Vivian fucked a girl's mouth, her thrilled and terrified
victim never forgot it. The same held true of any sex-act the 
slender nurse inflicted on them. Vivian gave an unforgettable 
performance with every girl or woman, a lewd exhibition that 
was an art form in itself...


Chapter 7


  Now, with deep heaving groans and savage grinds of her 
burning pussy to Marie's numb lips, Vivian finished coming. She 
stepped aside, tits heaving, and in a ritual they'd gone 
through many times before with different women, Jim stepped up 
in Vivian's place.
  Marie moaned as she gazed at his long crimson cock, a drop of 
jism seeping out of his knob. Eagerly she grasped his pounding 
meat in her fist and stuffed it into her mouth. She began 
whipping her head back and forth, trembling with excitement and 
hot shame, gagging as his long cock battered her throat. Like 
Vivian he held her head tightly in place with his powerful 
hands as he began fucking her mouth in slow deep lunges.
  On her knees, her face smeared with pussy-juice and her mouth 
stuffed with Jim's colossal dick, Marie wallowed in the feeling 
of being a sex-slave to both sexes, of doing something so 
shocking and forbidden she almost came with secret excitement.
  After more than twenty years of being the wholesome, perfect 
wife and mother she was leading a double life, so sordid and 
obscene it surpassed any novel she'd ever read.
  Her excitement became intense as Vivian sat on the floor 
behind her and rammed her small tits into Marie's naked back, 
while she increased the fury of her blowjob on Jim's immense 
cock. Now Vivian was playing with Marie's ripe, swollen tits, 
running one hand down over her belly to tease her throbbing 
cunt, beginning to finger-fuck the housewife in slow, 
tantalizing lunges of two fingers.
  Vivian's teeth sank into the nape of Marie's neck and low 
animal moans came from her throat as she masturbated the 
kneeling, sucking housewife. From long experience, the nurse 
knew precisely how to finger-fuck a woman so she never came, 
but reached a pitch of agonizing excitement, of hair-trigger 
suspense. This was the way she masturbated Marie now as the 
feverishly moaning housewife sucked Jim off, almost choking 
herself in her wild lust.
  Just when Marie was about to spasm with ecstasy on Vivian's 
pumping fingers, the nurse slowed her strokes down to a hotly 
teasing tempo, making Marie scream in her throat with suspense. 
But being toyed with by an obscenely sexy woman while she went 
down on a massively hung man inspired Marie to give the blowjob 
of her life. She sucked on Jim's inflamed dick in a frenzy of 
eagerness, yearning for his thick wad of jism spurting 
violently in her throat. She jerked the base of his rod 
frantically in her hot fist, trying to pump the cream out as 
she wiggled and thrashed her pussy on Vivian's teasing fingers.
  And her reward came, in boiling torrents from Jim's bursting 
cock. Marie gulped and gulped again, feeling as if she were 
drowning in thick cum, trying desperately to climax on Vivian's 
fucking fingers, finding it impossible because Vivian had 
deliberately slowed her masturbating down to a casual crawl, 
forcing Marie to suck ferociously with her cunt.
  When she'd drained the last burning drop of cream from Jim's 
flagging dick, Marie quickly tore her mouth free of his cock 
and cried out, at the same time crushing Vivian's hand to her 
aching, throbbing pussy.
  "Oh, God, Vivian, don't tease! I'm about to come! Ooooooh, 
please, faster, harder, make me come, pleeeeez! Ungh!"
  Heaving for breath, Jim stared down at his sister, whose 
gleaming eyes blazed with cruelty. But it was when she was like 
this, madly aroused, lewdly teasing another sexy woman, finger-
fucking Marie while she squeezed her lush tits and bit on her 
neck like an animal, that Vivian was at her peak of sexiness.
  And even though his long prick had just been sucked dry, Jim 
felt a sharp surge of new power at the spectacle. Hell, maybe 
the shrink had been right -- why break away from his sex-crazy 
sister?
  Instead of bringing the sobbing housewife to an orgasm, 
Vivian tore here fingers away and stood up. She licked at her 
pussy-soaked fingers obscenely.
  "Get on the bed," she commanded Marie. "On your back."
  Trembling with urgency her cunt aching for release, Marie 
obeyed.
  She stretched her arms and legs out while Vivian and Jim 
manacled her wrists and ankles down to the bed frame. The 
chains were a permanent fixture, attached to the bed. Yet Marie 
was the only woman in town besides Vivian herself who'd been 
chained so far in this apartment.
  The small, conservative town of Pacific Gardens was not San 
Francisco, wide open and swinging. They could get away with 
lewd orgies in the big city that would get them tarred, 
feathered and jailed in this town, and the strange couple knew 
it. So they had to proceed with caution.
  Marie still wore her sheer, crotchless panties and she looked 
more lustfully desirable than she ever had in her life now that 
she was at a feverish pitch of excitement. A fine film of sweat 
covered her silky flesh, and her swollen tits heaved eagerly. 
Her pink cunt squirmed and sucked, all the more obscenely 
inviting as it peeked through the slit in her erotic panties.
  "Hot country pussy," Vivian whispered, shivering with 
impatience and climbing on top of the bound housewife. She 
began teasing her sobbing victim in earnest, Frenching her 
mouth and caressing her hot flesh, sliding down to suck on each 
luscious tit in turn, her raw greed at the delicious taste of 
Marie's satiny breasts driving her to make eerie, animal-like 
sounds.
  Vivian had been addicted to hot, juicy cunt ever since a 
stewardess had picked her up in a bar when she was nineteen. Up 
until then, she'd been fairly normal, her sex-drive smoldering 
but not yet erupting into frenzy and violence. Her first sex 
with another woman -- a gorgeously stacked brunette -- turned 
the slender nurse on like a forest fire. And although she swung 
with both sexes, Vivian got her greatest kicks from lushly 
curved girls and women, females whose ripeness contrasted 
sharply with her own slender delicacy.
  And while the nurse could get her rocks off just teasing, 
masturbating, eating and raping another woman, the presence of 
her own brother doubled her wild excitement. They bore a strong 
resemblance to each other, and in some bizarre manner it was 
like watching herself in male form when Jim swung his long cock 
in a girl's mouth or pussy or naked ass. Occasionally, the hot 
nurse made it with other men but it was her brother's huge cock 
she really craved.
  Lately he seemed unhappy and this nagged at her. Christ knew 
she got him enough passionate girls and women to keep his 
immense prick happy. What else could he possibly want besides 
hot, different pussy every night, wild fun and games with his 
own lusty sister thrown in?
  On the bed, Marie sobbed and wrenched at her chains and 
shuddered her fiercely hot cunt as Vivian's teasing grew 
unbearable. Now the nurse was tickling her pussy with her long 
lewd tongue, not kissing it, not eating it, not sucking it, but 
tickling it with her wet tongue-tip to drive Marie into a fever 
of suspense.
  "Eat me, damn you!" Marie cried, jerking her crotch savagely 
at Vivian's mouth. "Suck it, please, Vivian! You're torturing 
me! Oh, God, let me come!"
  So primed was the feverish housewife her pussy was dripping 
with her lubricant, sucking madly at Vivian's gently nuzzling 
lips, while the blonde played with Marie's tender asshole as 
well.
  But the hot glow in Vivian's cunt was also becoming a 
relentless throb now, as desire rose in her rapidly. Even 
through she'd finished coming in Marie's mouth only minutes 
ago, with enough wild orgasms to keep any normal woman happy 
for days -- or at least hours -- the insatiable nurse was 
working herself into a delirium of passion, as well as her 
sobbing victim.
  For a minute Vivian lost control and plunged her tongue deep 
into Marie's juicy slit with ravenous moans of delight. 
Instantly Marie screamed with excitement and jerked her hips 
convulsively. But Vivian always knew exactly when they were 
about to get their rocks off, could judge by the spasms of 
their pussies and their cries and the feel of their trembling 
flesh in her harshly stroking fingers.
  And just when Marie was about to climax she tore her mouth 
away. She slithered her tongue inside Marie's asshole, which 
only tormented the housewife further, like tossing a morsel to 
a starving tigress.
  "Eat me, you crazy bitch!" Marie wailed, her control 
completely shattered. Her loins were so knotted with tension 
she wanted to scream, and each time the vicious blonde worked 
her up the very brink of release and stopped, the agony became 
more intense, the suspense more nerve racking.
  By now Vivian was almost as hot as Marie. She swiveled her 
head around, still couched between Marie's luscious thighs, and 
hissed at her brother, who stood watching intently:
  "Fuck me now, Jim! Ram it all in, hurry!"
  Her brother didn't need any urging, after watching Vivian 
suck and
kiss Marie's velvety flesh. And although he inwardly raged 
against being her flunky, his sister's trained seal and 
obedient stud, he hurried to get on the mattress and kneel 
behind Vivian's small hot ass.
  Still in her see-through bra, panties and nylons, the blonde 
was fantastically sexy. Her pink pussy sucked and glistened 
through her crotchless panties, an obscene sight that always 
triggered the wildest lust in her brother.
  Now as Vivian continued teasing Marie's tortured cunt, 
licking it ever so gently while the inflamed slit shuddered and 
spasmed in a plea for relief, Jim gripped his huge dick in one 
hand and placed his crimson knob against his sister's waiting 
pussy.
  At the very moment of contact, Vivian slid her hips back 
sharply and swallowed up his throbbing meat in a tight, fiery 
grip. Her cunt had electrifying power, still tight and juicy 
and fiercely exciting no matter how many times he pumped his 
rod into it. And no matter how many eager girls and experienced 
women Jim ravaged, his own strange sister still had the 
hottest, most delicious pussy he'd ever felt, another silken 
strand in her web of power over him.
  Clutching her swinging ass in his hands, Jim knelt behind her 
and fucked her into a brutal rhythm, each forward slam bringing 
a cry of depraved joy from her throat as he rammed almost to 
the very hilt. Able to watch both panting women in his 
position, Jim felt no compassion for the tortured housewife, 
only hot, savage lust. Marie loved her own anguish, he knew -- 
hell, they all did, and that was why they always agreed so 
quickly to be chained, knowing what was in store for them-and 
he could see the blazing torment in Marie's eyes, the fierce 
jealousy as he pistoned his boiling cock rapidly in and out of 
Vivian's eager cunt.
  "Not fair!" sobbed Marie, making urgent fucking motions as 
she watched Jim ram his sister through a haze of tears. "Me 
too! Fuck me, too, dammit!"
  Now Vivian was coming in a hot spray over her brother's 
throbbing dick, clawing at Marie's soft belly with her nails 
and flicking her tongue out like a cobra's to tease Marie's 
dripping slit. The taste was so delicious she had to exert a 
fierce effort of will not to just suck her luscious pussy off 
in a fever of bliss. No, not yet, not until Marie was almost 
insane with heat, begging for it with mad cries, willing to do 
anything, give anything for her orgasm.
  The sultry nurse was power-mad, and every time she chained a 
victim down to tease and torment her, the thrill grew hotter 
and wilder in her blood. What could be more beautiful than a 
madly inflamed cunt, pink but tinged with crimson urgency, 
sucking feverishly for relief, steaming with heady fragrance in 
her face, begging, pleading, trembling, spasming, cunt-juice 
streaming out like tears of agony, while she, Vivian, the 
wanton sex bitch-goddess, got it hotter and more frantic and 
more lovable?
  "Beautiful!" she gasped, when Jim's long rod began to quiver 
in her clasping cunt. "Beautiful hot pussy! Oh, Marie, darling, 
I love to watch it! Yes, beg with it, dance with it, bring it 
closer, honey! Mmmmmmm, it's so hot, Marie, so gorgeous, so 
luscious to look at! You want me to suck it off now, darling? 
Now? Right now?"
  Her eyes blazed and her tongue flicked out to lash hotly at 
Marie's juicy clitoris, bringing a wild cry of suspense from 
her throat. Then Jim was spurting his thick load deep into his 
sister's madly sucking pussy, and with a violent moan Vivian 
snaked her tongue up Marie's boiling asshole, rubbing her nose 
lewdly in her chained victim's cunt to torture her to an 
intense, unbearable pitch of excitement.
  Sighing deeply, Jim climbed off his gasping sister. He would 
continue to watch every detail of the obscene display, knowing 
his cock would be rock-hard again in ten minutes. She had him 
hooked, the bitch, obsessed with her crazy sex-games. Now she 
was gently biting and kissing Marie's inner thighs, close to 
her frantic pussy but never touching it, squeezing and loving 
Marie's naked tits in her greedy fingers.
  "Eat me, fuck meeeee!" wailed Marie, her skin on fire, her 
mind reeling with uncontrollable suspense. Her wrists and 
ankles were badly chafed from straining at her chains, but she 
couldn't possibly escape the mad teasing of Vivian's burning 
tongue and lustful fingers.
  "Beautiful hot cunt!" Vivian whispered, rubbing Marie's moist 
thighs in a frenzy in her palms, tracing her tongue-tip along 
the outline of her pink pussylips. "Now, darling? Want me to 
make you come in my mouth now? Are you hot enough yet? Hmmmm? 
Want to get even hotter, baby? Want Vivian to fuck you with her 
happy dildo, Marie? Do you?"
  And then, finally, it struck Marie that the blonde nurse was 
really crazy. Not just playfully teasing, but insane! This was 
how she really got her rocks off, teasing helpless women to the 
point of lunacy, taunting them with every weapon she had, 
wallowing in their torture and suspense.
  The sadistic bitch! The knowledge, however, did nothing to 
appease the wild fire in Marie's aching cunt. Vivian was a 
diabolical expert when it came to arousing her victims, 
repeatedly bringing them to the point of coming and then 
slowing her tongue and fingers down to a cruel pace, kissing, 
nibbling, biting, squeezing, sucking ever so briefly to give 
them a taste of desperate glory and always, always leaving them 
insanely worked up.
  Then a flash of inspiration struck Marie. Later she would 
desperately wish it hadn't, but right now it seemed downright 
cunning.
  With a violent effort of will, the chained housewife 
completely let go. She relaxed every muscle in her body.
  Then she began laughing. Not hysterically, just loud, mocking 
laughter.
  Baffled, Vivian sat up and stared at her. "What's wrong, 
lover? What's so funny?"
  "You!" scorned Marie, her heart pounding against her ribs 
feverishly. "You, you silly bitch! My own husband teases me 
better than this! To tell you the truth, Vivian, you're 
beginning to bore me. You and your silly girl scout games! 
Christ, get a real man down here to satisfy me! Not some silly 
bitch who thinks she's hot stuff at teasing! Go ahead and lick 
my ass some more, and pretty soon I'll be asleep!"
  If Vivian hadn't been so wildly caught up in her own obscene 
game, she could have seen Marie was acting. But the words stung 
her like poisoned barbs, and a deep, terrible rage began 
boiling up in her blood. Silly bitch? Bore? Lick her ass so she 
could put her to sleep?
  Vivian had had insults hurled at her from tormented victims, 
but no one had ever dared to call her a bore. Marie had struck 
her target with a vengeance.
  "You want satisfaction, do you?" she said softly, her eyes 
burning with violent. "Okay, honey. You asked for it, and 
believe me, are you gonna get it!"
  Quickly, Vivian scrambled off the bed and got her ten-inch 
dildo, strapping the harness on. As Jim watched, his rod 
stiffening sharply, he sensed Marie was acting, trying to spur 
Vivian to rape her so she could finally get her rocks off.
  He also knew the naive housewife would live to regret it.
  With the giant prick looming up from her thighs, the seething
nurse climbed on top of Marie, who was now quivering with wild 
anticipation. Vivian switched on the dildo and it hummed and 
vibrated eagerly. Its curved length ended in a colossal knob, 
and its surface was covered with hundreds of rough, tiny 
mountains which now quivered for action.
  Marie had never had it rammed up her pussy until now. She 
didn't know, or she wouldn't have been so brave, that the 
intense thrills the huge rod inflicted were extremely nerve-
racking and shattering when you were fucked with its roughened 
surface for more than five solid minutes. The dildo was 
cunningly designed for maximum sensation, because the hundreds 
of tiny pimples were uneven in size, some sharper than others, 
gorging the victim's pussy and sparking unbearable jolts of 
pleasure in every inch of cunt.
  In fact, the monster had been invented by a gynecologist, a 
woman doctor who peered down pussies every day and knew precisely 
what she was doing. And she did it with as many of her lovely 
patients as possible...
  Now Vivian dipped her fingers into Marie's luscious slit and 
rubbed her honey over the head of the humming cock. Her blazing 
eyes never left Marie's anxious face, and her sultry lips were 
curved in a knowing, vicious smile.
  "So you can't wait for a big prick, hmmm?" Vivian whispered, 
placing the knob against Marie's eager pussy. "You think I'm 
boring, do you? Let's see how you change your tune in about two 
minutes, darling. Like this!"
  She suddenly slammed the immense prick brutally deep into 
Marie's trembling cunt, sending a bolt of ripping pain through 
her loins. Then Vivian began to fuck the chained, crying 
housewife in savage thrusts, a furious rape that had Marie 
arching her back and shuddering madly from head to toe, shaking 
her head in disbelief.
  The pain lasted only a few seconds. Now Marie was fighting 
desperately to catch her breath, her lips moving soundlessly as 
fierce thrills shot through her ravaged cunt, as the rough 
surface of the monstrous dick began to inflict its lewd toll.
  And Marie began to come. But she didn't just climax, her cunt 
started gushing honey in a hot spray of maddening excitement, 
and with each brutal lunge of Vivian's hips, Marie ground her 
crotch up to meet it, their sweating bellies crushing together, 
their heaving tits rubbing lustfully in fleshy contact, 
Vivian's teeth sinking into Marie's velvety shoulder to vent 
her fury.
  "Commmminggggg!" cried Marie, waves of tingling ecstasy 
boiling over in her cruelly gorged slit. "Ungh, God! Oooo, 
Vivian, too much! No more! Can't ... eeeeeeeeee! ... stop 
comingggg! Losing my fucking miiiind! Noooo! Argh!"
  Her whimpers of agony sheer music in the sex-crazed nurse's 
ears, Vivian stroked deeper and harder with the humming rod, 
knowing you could fuck a girl's brains out if you kept up this 
savage rhythm. She knew damn well what the diabolical prick 
could do to a tender pussy, and it was twice as brutal if you 
were helplessly chained down, because you knew you'd had it.
  "Bored now?" Vivian hissed, seeing the shock in Marie's 
glazed eyes, feeling her ripe flesh go into convulsions of 
unwanted bliss. "How's this for a girl scout?"
  Vivian drew the dildo almost completely out of Marie's 
ravaged cunt, until only the knob remained. Then she lunged 
down with all her power, keeping the giant cock in almost to 
the hilt while she swung her hips in wide gyrations, then from 
side to side, then back and forth, lewd fucking movements that 
were not only ripping into Marie's loins but into her teetering 
sanity as well.
  The screaming housewife had never even dreamed such 
sensations existed. These weren't thrills, they were a thousand 
tiny tortures of shattering ecstasy exploding in her violently 
rammed pussy, each nerve-end of her silken slit a jagged barb 
of fire, consuming her screaming nerves as well as her reeling 
mind.
  Suddenly Vivian twined her fingers in Marie's long dark hair 
and tugged painfully, still savagely ramming her.
  "Don't you faint on me!" she snarled, seeing the housewife's 
eyelids flutter and her face soften. "You begged for a big 
cock, honey, so take it! And this and this!"
  She was pounding the dildo to a furious tempo now, as fast 
and hard as she could, while Marie's boiling cunt went into 
wild spasms of passion, thrashing in feverish response with a 
lust-crazed will of its own.
  Moving urgently, Vivian's brother was suddenly kneeling 
between both their outspread legs. He grabbed Vivian's small 
hot ass in his hands and spread the cheeks wide to expose her 
tiny anus. He placed the crown of his long red dick firmly 
against the tiny slot and slammed forward viciously.
  He'd pierced Vivian so many times in her luscious little ass 
she was used to it. But he'd caught her completely by surprise 
this time and she gasped as the red-hot shaft pierced her 
bowels brutally.
  Like her mouth and her pussy, Vivian's asshole was tight and 
fiery and electrifying, ripples of intense pleasure shooting 
through Jim's meat as she wriggled it lustfully beneath his 
burning rod.
  "Here's a good one coming up," Vivian panted in Marie's ear. 
"It's called tit for tat -- or what's shoved up my ass is now 
going to get rammed up yours, honey! Hang on!"
  She suddenly whipped the humming dildo out, nudged it down an 
inch, groping for Marie's tiny asshole. In a state of shock, 
Marie barely knew what was happening. Her cunt was inflamed to 
the point of numbness, coming again and again and again in 
sharp hot convulsions that left her breathless.
  Then the most agonizing pain of her life ripped deep into 
Marie's silky asscheeks. Her eyes registered pure disbelief and 
a pathetic whimpering scream rolled from her lips.
  She felt as if she'd been torn in two by a blazing log jammed 
up her tender ass, and when Vivian started stroking it 
powerfully, each wave of anguish roared through the chained 
housewife's flesh and into the very pit of her whirling mind, 
until she knew she was going crazy.
  It was the kind of lewd game Vivian relished. Her brother 
raping her own eager ass while she ravaged Marie's luscious 
cheeks, a human sandwich with herself as the filling, her hips 
swinging in perfect unison to her brother's. Each time he 
stroked his boiling cock deep in her bowels, she too lunged 
forward to impale her screaming victim in a violent echo.
  And all the time, as if to mock her own passion, Marie's 
pussy kept coming on its own while her asshole writhed and 
trembled beneath the onslaught of the humming dildo, until she 
could no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure, 
between hot, urgent orgasms and bolts of white-hot pain, until 
her entire torso was a mass of fiery sex.
  As always, Jim shot off quickly in his sister's fiercely 
sucking asshole, but even after he'd slipped his cock out 
Vivian kept up her frenzied rape, coming profusely herself as 
Marie's hot flesh shuddered beneath her and her cries of pain-
bliss rang in her ears.
  Then Marie fainted.
  "Damn!" snapped Vivian. Sighing, she slid the immense dildo 
out of the woman's ass. It was covered with blood, she saw with 
satisfaction. She turned to her brother, licking her lips at 
the sight of his long dangling cock.
  "Think she's had enough, Jim?" she asked.
  He looked at her sullenly. "She's had enough. Shit, I've had
enough too. Everyone gets enough but you, you sex-crazy cunt."
  With that he stalked out of the bedroom. What the hell was 
eating him? Were they all a bunch of goddamn sissies? Couldn't 
anyone keep up with her any more?
  On the bed, Marie moaned and stirred softly, her hips still 
jerking in spasms. With a sigh, Vivian got off the bed and 
unstrapped the dildo, hefting it fondly in her fingers.
  She didn't really have any friends in this world, not even 
her sulky brother. This ten-inch lady-killer was her best 
friend, and to hell with the rest of them. In the next few 
weeks, her best friend would find its way around town to 
terrify and thrill a number of girls and women -- including 
Marie's teenage daughter, little Sally Owens and the overripe 
but still eager town librarian.
  She unchained Marie, and after a stiff drink to relax her 
shattered nerves, and a surprisingly tender ass-licking from 
the contrite nurse, Marie was on her way home.
  On the way out of Vivian's apartment, a sudden thought 
flashed in her mind and she asked the nurse if she could borrow 
her dildo for a few days.
  Sensing Marie intended to turn on at least one other girl, 
Vivian quickly consented. She recalled the saying, 'What goes 
around comes around'.
  Whatever Marie got into, Vivian knew she'd ultimately get 
into as well.
  And while the nurse had never met Marie's daughter, she'd 
heard Marie proudly talk about her. And deep down, she knew 
what went on in the housewife's feverish mind.
  The same depraved, red-hot thoughts of savage lust that went 
on in her own.
  In the absence of her best friend, Vivian would just have to 
make the most of her brother's thrilling cock. But she had no 
idea of what was going on in his angry mind ...


Chapter 8


  The next day was one of hot curiosity and rising excitement 
for Phil Jenkins.
  After a frantic quickie with Sally Owens in his theater 
office the night before, the girl had fended off his questions 
about whether she'd seen Cindy yet.
  Sally told him she was working on it.
  She'd also told him to come by her house this afternoon at 
exactly three-thirty, not a minute earlier or later. She'd told 
him the front door would be open, and where her bedroom was. 
And that was all she would tell him.
  Always one who loved surprises, Sally planned to simply have 
Phil walk in on herself and Cindy while they were making it. 
Nor did she give Phil's luscious daughter any warning either. 
Let it all hit the fan, through Sally joyfully.
  It would hit the fan all right. But not the way the tawny 
nympho so exuberantly planned ...
  At three-thirty sharp, Phil parked his car in front of 
Sally's shabby house. The neighborhood was seedy and run-down 
and he felt a sharp twinge of pity for Sally. Christ, if he had 
his way he'd adopt the little mink and treat her like his own 
daughter.
  Or the way he'd love to treat his own daughter.
  Gently, he opened the front door and crept over to Sally's
bedroom. The door was ajar and wild moans and gasps were coming 
from inside the room. Phil opened the door wide and his eyes 
bulged.
  The naked little nympho and his own teenage daughter were 
locked in an eager sixty-nine, their ripe young bodies heaving 
and rocking on the mattress, their mouths burrowed to each 
other's silky crotches.
  His rod leaping wildly, Phil softly shut the door behind him. 
Neither girl could see him with their faces hotly buried in 
each other's pussies, but he had a feeling Sally knew he was 
there.
  Jesus, he'd never seen anything so obscenely beautiful, so 
wantonly hot and lust-inspiring as the two luscious girls 
devouring each other with lewd joy!
  Naked, Cindy was far more voluptuous and sexy than he'd 
imagined, so silky and ripe and hotly curved Phil thought he'd 
shoot off in his pants, on the spot.
  Instead, he quietly began to strip, as quickly as possible. 
He had the biggest hard-on of his life, surging and pounding 
with raw lust, quivering with mad eagerness.
  The moment he was naked, before he could even take a step 
toward the bed, Cindy, who was on top of Sally, brought her 
head up for a gulp of air.
  And almost fainted with shock.
  "Dad! Oh, God! Oh shit!"
  Cindy's face turned chalk-white when she realized he'd been
watching her eat Sally's pussy. It took ten more numb seconds 
to realize that he, too, was naked.
  With a colossal throbbing hard-on that made her tremble from 
head to toe with sheer excitement.
  Now Sally sat up, grinning with triumph. "It's okay, honey." 
She slapped Cindy on the ass playfully. "He's my guest, too. I 
think you two know each other, so I guess I won't have to 
introduce you."
  Cindy slowly turned her shocked eyes to Sally. "You mean ... 
you planned all this?"
  "Why not?" Sally shrugged. "You told me yourself yesterday 
you'd love to make it with him, remember? And let me tell you 
something, Cindy -- he's damn good too! I ought to know." she 
added proudly.
  "Now, don't be nervous, Cindy," Phil said awkwardly, coming 
toward the bed, his eyes raking over his daughter's lush, 
heaving tits and down to her moist, sleek thighs. She was as 
stunning and juicy as her mother was at the same age, and he 
was positive Cindy was still a cherry. Technically, anyway, 
unless Sally took it with her greedy little fingers.
  "I won't hurt you, baby," Phil said hoarsely, sitting on the 
edge of the bed and cupping her hot tits in his fingers to make 
her moan. "I know you're still a virgin, and ..."
  "No, I'm not, Daddy!" she blurted out.
  "I'm not talking about Sally," he went on, the feel of her
gorgeous breasts in his fingers coaxing a huge milky drop of 
jism out of his knob. Quickly, Sally nuzzled down to scoop it 
up with her tongue, making him gasp. "I mean, I know you've 
never had sex with a boy ..."
  "But I have, Daddy," whispered Cindy, her pussy throbbing 
eagerly as she watched Sally lasciviously lick at her father's 
quivering rod.
  "You have?" he said, stunned. "Who?"
  "Don." When he looked puzzled, Cindy added, "You know, your 
son --my brother, Daddy. The other night."
  A furious rage boiled up in Phil. That little sonofabitch! 
Beating his own father to the punch, in his own house probably! 
Right under his nose, the greedy little bastard! Stealing his 
own innocent daughter's cherry, the perverted, arrogant prick!
  Phil had a good mind to go home, drag his tomcat kid out in 
the back yard and whale the shit out of him.
  Except that he knew he couldn't do it, not any more, not to 
Don, who by now towered over his father and was in much better 
shape physically.
  On second thought, Phil began to chuckle with admiration. 
Sneaky little bastard beat him to the punch, which proved he 
was a chip off the old stud. Rage was quickly replaced by 
paternal pride. What the hell, at least Cindy had lost it to 
someone in the family!
  Then, with a soft moan, Cindy was impatiently pushing Sally 
aside and nuzzling her own hot lips to Phil's throbbing 
erection, beginning to suck on his cock with feverish lust, 
strange thrills rippling through her lips and tongue.
  Now Sally pushed Phil back on her bed while Cindy eagerly 
went down on him and the younger girl rubbed her burning tits 
to his face, then began to creep upward, grinding her hot belly 
to his face.
  And suddenly Phil realized that while his own naked daughter 
was whipping her wet, frenzied lips up and down on his hard-on, 
the cunning younger girl was suddenly sitting on his face!
  He grabbed her tawny ass in his fingers and started lapping 
at her juicy little cunt, not minding at all since his own 
reward was hotly sucking him off at the same time.
  This was the first triangle for both Sally and Cindy, and 
both girls were madly aroused for their own particular reasons. 
Sally because, while she lewdly ground her throbbing slit to 
Phil's mouth, she could watch a beautiful naked girl work her 
ripe lips over a massive hard-on, Sally's personal favorite.
  And Cindy because she was giving her handsome, wildly-hung 
father a feverish blowjob, fulfilling at last one of her most 
secret and obscene fantasies, a wanton desire that had been 
tormenting her for so many years she couldn't recall her first 
erotic flash.
  And the girl summoned all her skill and passion as she went 
down on Phil's pounding rod, sucking fiercely for a solid 
minute and then tonguing his knob lasciviously, then dipping 
her mouth down to lick and suck on his hairy balls while she 
jerked his shaft in her hot fist, profound thrills singing in 
her blood as she felt her father's huge prick quiver powerfully 
in response.
  Suddenly Sally, still rubbing her soaked pussy eagerly to 
Phil's trapped mouth, hunched forward over him, almost face to 
face with Cindy. She pried Cindy's fist loose from Phil's hard-
on and jerked it in her own tight fist, while Cindy continued 
moaning and sucking on the rest of it.
  Beneath the two panting, gasping girls Phil was in a paradise 
of his own, being passionately blown by luscious Cindy while 
Sally rode her boiling pussy on his mouth in hot orgasms, her 
honey streaming into his throat in a sweet burning flood.
  For a man who had firm principles about staying away from 
jail-bait, Phil was suddenly discovering that having torrid sex 
with two young chicks -- one of them his own gorgeous daughter 
-- was more than worth the risk.  Between Cindy's fiery mouth 
sucking him off feverishly, and Sally's tight fist helping her 
along, Phil was shooting his thick load into Cindy's eager 
mouth in less than two minutes, a creamy flood that brought 
frantic moans of happiness from his daughter.
  But before he'd finished shooting off, Sally was suddenly 
wrenching Cindy's head away from his spurting rod to catch the 
last of his ejaculation.
  And at the same time coming on Phil's trapped mouth with her 
gushing pussy, rubbing it and smearing his face with obscene 
delight.
  "Well, goddamn, Sally!" Cindy snapped. "You don't have to be 
a little pig about it!"
  Grinning, Sally sat up with a deep sigh and Phil had to 
forcibly push her steaming crotch off his face. He sat up, 
heaving for breath.
  "Girls, girls," he said patiently, "let's not squabble now. 
I'm sure there'll be enough for both of you."
  And as his lovely daughter sulked at Sally, the irony and the 
enormity of his situation struck Phil. Shit, they were nothing 
but schoolgirls, hot juicy adolescents with lips and pussies 
that had more fire and wanton fervor than most stacked, 
swinging women. And they were fighting over him, over his big 
dick, not over some strapping, hulking football player or 
college kid.
  Which made him, at forty-two, feel very, very good.
  The passionate girls didn't fight over Phil, but they did 
fawn over him and vie for his attention, Sally fondling his 
stiffening cock while Cindy Frenched his mouth and dug her 
silky hot tits into his chest. Blissfully, Phil felt as if he 
were being suffocated in a sea of velvety sweet flesh, of 
ripening tits and succulent asses, fiery lips and greedy 
fingers, and always the fragrance of sweet young cunt wafted up 
to his nostrils.
  He should have known that as he wallowed in the sunshine of 
his erotic glory, there just had to be a dark storm cloud on 
the horizon. Whenever things went this fabulously, fate had a 
way of silently creeping up and ramming it to you, always 
twisting in deep ...
  But for the moment, at least, Phil was hot and primed like a 
raging bull. He nudged Cindy over on her belly, telling her to 
hunch her knees under her so that her ripe ass loomed out, her 
pink pussy eagerly sucking beneath her cheeks.
  "Don and I did it dog-style," Cindy panted. "I like it this 
way, Daddy!"
  That greedy sonofabitch of a son of his apparently beat him 
to everything, Phil seethed. And gazing at Cindy's adorably 
tiny asshole, he knew with a conviction that Don had taken that 
cherry too.
  Talk about a chip off the old pecker!
  Kneeling behind her, Phil seized Cindy's naked asscheeks in 
his strong fingers. He guided his thick knob inside her wet 
pussylips, gasping with excitement when Cindy wriggled her slit 
on it with lewd rapture.
  "Oh, Daddy, shove it all in -- don't be bashful! Just go 
ahead and ... unnnnh? ... ooooo? aaaaaah! ... unnnnf!"
  "Hey, baby, nice, nice!" groaned Phil, sucking in his breath 
sharply at the tight, slippery power of her boiling cunt. He 
commenced fucking his panting daughter with slow thrusts of his 
fleshy rod, easing it deeper and harder with each lunge.
  Watching with wild eyes, Sally too was getting madly aroused, 
searching for an opening for herself. She could rape Cindy's 
hot mouth, but she'd already done that to her -- and to her 
father too. Besides, she really wanted Phil's throbbing meat, 
which was fully occupied.
  Never daunted, Sally scrambled around to the edge of the bed, 
behind Phil and his fiercely moaning daughter. Getting on her 
back between both their legs, she managed to crawl up between 
their thighs, her face just beneath Phil's pounding prick and 
Cindy's eagerly sucking cunt.
  Now the younger girl joined in the fray, lustfully licking at 
Phil's dangling balls for a minute, then clutching the base of 
his thick cock in her fist and jerking it in a fever of 
excitement, while her lips sought out Cindy's exposed clit, 
just above Phil's pumping rod.
  She sucked on it ravenously and instantly Cindy was screaming 
and clawing at the mattress beneath her, swinging her ass 
joyfully as she came simultaneously on her father's plunging 
dick and in Sally's waiting mouth.
  "Ah, Cindy, honey, baby, wheeewww, shit, terrific pussy, 
darling, aaaaah, mmmmmf! Yeah, swing it, Cindy! Wowww!"
  For all of Sally's juicy cunt-power, for all her frenzied hot 
fucking tricks, Phil's own daughter was still the most 
luscious, exciting, thrilling piece of pussy he'd ever had, and 
that included his wife, who'd been fantastic in her day.
  Phil forgot this was the first time he'd ever made it with 
two sexy young girls at the same time, or that the lusty feel 
of Sally's lips and tongue on his balls and her fingers jerking 
furiously on his meat fired his excitement feverishly.
  But there was no denying the wild, luscious spasms of Cindy's 
burning pussy now hugging his cock eagerly, or the delicious 
feel of her hot naked ass wriggling wantonly into his groin 
each time he slammed forward, gorging her savagely.
  "Shoot it in me, Daddy!" cried Cindy, tears of joy streaming 
down her face as she thrashed her cunt in a new fiery orgasm. 
"Gimme your cum, hurry! Now, now now, Daddy! Mmmmmmf! Fuck me 
harder, ooooo, deeper, hotter, more, shit, yes, coming 
againnnnn! Oh, Daddy, I love it, your big beautiful prick!"
  At that moment the vulgar words streaming so naturally from 
his daughter's lips did as much to trigger his rocks off as the 
lewd feel of her hotly sucking pussy and Sally's stroking fist 
and obscene tongue.
  Phil came in gasps and thick spatters in Cindy's trembling 
cunt, feeling himself being milked feverishly by Sally's fist 
at the same time.
  The three of them were so absorbed in their squirming, 
sweating orgy they weren't aware that a woman stood in the 
doorway. Her eyes blazed on them in shock and fury.
  Only when Phil was slipping his cock out with a deep sigh of 
satisfaction, did she speak:
  "You! Sally Owens, you goddamn tramp! What's going on here? 
Who in the hell are these people? And just what do you think 
you're doing down there, you little pervert! Speak up and 
explain this, and you'd better make it fast," she seethed, 
"before I call the cops! Which I'm gonna do anyway! Well?"
  At the sound of the sharp hoarse voice Phil wheeled his head 
around, startled. A sinking sensation settled in his stomach. 
She was about forty and she looked more than half-drunk. And he 
didn't have to ask who she was -- he just knew it was Sally's 
mother.
  Still jerking her hips with her lingering orgasm, Cindy 
looked over at her, panting, her eyes widening with alarm.
  Sally had crawled out from beneath Cindy's thighs and sat up, 
licking pussy-juice off her lips, staring back at her mother 
with bold defiance.
  "Your mother?" Phil whispered, his prick sagging like limp 
spaghetti. Sally had told him her mother never came home once 
she left the house in the afternoon, not until she was 
staggering drunk early the next morning.
  Never was the most treacherous word in the English language.
  "Yeah, my mother," Sally sighed, standing up. "Just let me 
handle
this," she mouthed to Phil. "And don't say a word."
  With amazing composure, Sally walked directly up to her 
mother, her tawny tits heaving with a blend of sex-excitement 
and sheer icy nerve.
  "You'd better have a seat, you old bitch," Sally told her in 
a vicious voice. "Because what I've got to say to you is going 
to knock you on your ass anyway ...

        *  *  *

  Two weeks later on a sunny morning, the Jenkins family sat 
down to breakfast. Sally's ripe lips smiled cheerfully as she 
stared at her new mother and father, now legally her foster 
parents.
  And there was more than just a hint of lewd pleasure in the 
smile.
  Last night she'd slept with Marie and her son, Don, while 
Cindy slept with her father.
  The night before Sally had slept with Cindy and Phil. And the 
night before that with Don and Cindy. The family group didn't 
operate on a schedule, leaving their nocturnal activities up to 
last-minute whims and desires, but all of them managed to get 
around in a game of musical beds.
  As Phil stared at the young addition to his family, he 
couldn't suppress a look of sheer admiration. Sally had guts, 
brains, fantastic sex appeal and, if she were a boy instead of 
a girl, he'd have said she had more balls than anyone he knew.
  Her mother had shown up that afternoon, as things turned out, 
to pack her bags and leave town with her newest boyfriend, who 
was leaving for San Francisco. But she didn't admit that until 
Sally outrageously threatened to call the cops herself! And she 
would tell them the following story:
  Sally's mother had lecherously urged her to go out and have 
sex with anyone and everyone who was willing, male or female, 
when Sally was only thirteen years of age. Since then Sally 
would claim she was repeatedly raped by her mother's drunken 
boyfriends, by her mother herself, and encouraged to commit 
every depraved act imaginable.
  Sally would further tell the cops that her mother was trying 
to drag her to San Francisco to pervert her even more, possibly 
to turn her into a prostitute so she could support her mother's 
and her boyfriend's wild binges.
  Now, Sally had told her mother in a deadly voice, in view of 
the fact that her mother had been arrested in town a number of 
times for drunk and disorderly conduct while Sally was an 
innocent young girl, who were the cops going to believe? And 
who could the cops bust in such a case?
  For that matter, Sally added in an ominous tone, not only 
would she and Cindy and Phil deny having sex, they could 
confirm Sally's story, saying she'd come to them for 
protection.
  Sputtering with rage, her mother knew Sally had her by the 
short curly hairs. As it turned out, she was going to desert 
Sally anyway, so after signing some papers Phil's lawyer had 
hastily drawn up, in return for the sum of five hundred dollars 
from Phil, he was now legally Sally's guardian.
  And at five hundred dollars, the girl was one hell of a 
bargain, the whole family agreed.
  Sally still worked at the theater -- she didn't steal, since 
she was part of the family now -- and a new fierce ambition had 
arisen in her young blood. After watching movies night after 
night, Sally now wanted to go to Hollywood and be a movie star. 
Not just yet, of course, not until she graduated from high 
school, but in the meantime Phil was seeing that she got drama 
lessons.
  The family was quite proud of her and didn't think her 
ambition was childish or ridiculous. Once you got to know 
Sally, you got the feeling that tawny blonde could do anything 
she made up her mind to do.
  And if Sally couldn't do it on talent alone, she'd use her 
hot lips and mad little cunt like weapons in an arsenal.
  But one way or another she'd make it. They all knew it, just 
as surely as Sally had the sweetest, hottest mouth and wildest 
pussy in town ...

        *  *  *

  At the same time the Jenkins family was sitting down to 
breakfast, Vivian Whitaker was slowly-and painfully-waking up.
  She was chained to her own bed, on her back. "Jim!" she 
called out. "Jim, you bastard! You unchain me now, dammit! 
Pleeease! Please?"
  Her demanding cries turned abruptly to whimpers, then to 
pathetic moans. In the next bedroom, the nurse heard voices, 
then a girl's loud laughter.
  A minute later her naked brother appeared in the doorway with 
his new girlfriend, a ravishing redheaded swinger who'd moved 
in three days ago. Since then, the tables had turned sharply.
  It was Vivian who got chained down and whipped and teased and 
raped, forced to submit to both Jim and his sexy girlfriend 
every night. Last night, they'd just left her here like this, 
helplessly bound, so frustrated she thought she'd lose her 
mind!
  Jim stared down at her mockingly. Vivian's eyes burned on his 
new girl, a creamy, stunningly ripe switch-hitter who could 
tease so cruelly Vivian would need a straitjacket soon if she 
kept it up.
  The nurse's lips began to tingle and her pussy started 
throbbing with intense heat. They hadn't even let her get her 
rocks off last night!
  "Please?" Vivian whispered. "I'll go down on you, both of 
you! Give you a job you won't forget! Just eat me, rape me, 
whip me, but Christ, let me come!"
  Jim grinned. "How does it feel to be on the receiving end for 
a while, Sis?" He turned to the redhead. "What do you say, 
honey? Should we let the animal loose for a while?"
  The redhead's eyes gleamed in a way that made Vivian's flesh 
shiver.
  "Let her lie there for a while and stew in her own juices, 
Jimmy. I know the type. All hard bitch on the outside and 
nothing but a soggy marshmallow on the inside. Pure mushy 
cunt," she added contemptuously, turning her back to reveal a 
gorgeously curved ass. "She's nothing but a slave," the redhead 
laughed. "A freaked-out sex-slave."
  They went into the kitchen to eat breakfast, and tears came 
to Vivian's eyes, hot tears of self-pity. Her brother no longer 
needed her to get aroused or to come. He and the redhead had 
dominated her completely for a week now, and it was Vivian who 
needed them to have an orgasm now ...
  "Nothing but a sex-slave," Vivian whispered, her face 
flushing with eerie excitement. "I don't mind," she smiled, her 
eyes burning with a strange new light. "I don't mind at all. I 
love kissing your asses! I love being your sex-slave! Just fuck 
me, fuck meeee!"
  Her voice rose to a high, keening scream which echoed 
throughout the apartment.
  Any day now they'd be coming for Vivian, to put her away for 
a while, for a long, desperately needed rest. But Vivian didn't 
mind, not at all.
  Too much violence and sex and cruelty had finally begun to 
unhinge her precariously tuned mind. The sad truth of the 
matter was, she could dish it out but she couldn't take it. 
After all, someone had once told her that what goes around 
comes around, and it came all the way around to Vivian.
  Around the bend, that is.
  Leaving her sanity back there somewhere, dancing lewdly in 
the moonlight of obscene love ...


        The End