Chapter 3

At thirty-one, Eddie Johnson had cultivated a tough, cynical expression on his rugged face that often made people who were lying to him squirm with guilt. Five years of being a Los Angeles cop had formed the expression, and he'd dropped out of the force because he hated the rules and the paramilitary routine. He liked his freedom, even if it meant a precarious income, and more than that he liked the opportunities for a little freewheeling pleasure that popped into his office from time to time. Like the voluptuous brunette sitting anxiously perched on the edge of her chair facing his desk, chewing her ripe lips. But she was lying to him.

"You don't know why she ran away," he repeated, his eyes boring into her luminous green ones. Her cheeks grew pink and she wriggled her lush hips uncomfortably.

"No, honestly. I mean, we had arguments once in a while-maybe I was a little strict with her-but I'm all she has in the world, her whole family. I tried to raise her the way Mom and Dad would have. They died two years ago," she explained in a soft voice. "A head-on collision near San Diego."

Eddie nodded. "Raising a kid is a tough responsibility, Miss Donovan. Enough to make you feel guilty if she runs off searching for excitement."

"She isn't like that," Sheila said quickly. "Jenny is a quiet girl, very sweet. Even a bit shy."

Eddie glanced at the picture she'd given him from the stack of copies she'd had made. The blonde had a prettier face than her big sister, with a naive look that would be pure bait for the vultures out there.

"Do you know if she's a virgin?" he asked suddenly.

"What does that have to do with it?" Sheila stammered, her face turning crimson. "I only want her found as soon as possible."

Funny reaction, Eddie thought. "It has a hell of a lot to do with it. First, she might have been pregnant, or having an affair, and not necessarily with a kid her own age either. That sort of clumsy groping doesn't turn them on. A teacher in school, maybe, or a married man down the block."

"No, no," Sheila said quickly, shaking her head. "She isn't like that. I think-no, I know she's a virgin. Jenny would tell me if anything like that happened."

Eddie looked at the runaway note. It was scribbled in a hurry, with violent emotion:

Sis I'm saying goodbye, forever. You know why.

I'm leaving the city so don't bother to look for me.

Jenny

And the sister claimed she didn't know why, that it was the hysterical statement of an adolescent. Bullshit, Eddie thought dryly.

"I'm positive she went to San Francisco," Sheila blurted out. "That's where you'll find her."

"Why?"

"Because a close friend of Jenny's ran away a few months ago and sent her a postcard from there. She told Jenny she was having a terrific time. And Jenny always talked about how she wanted to see San Francisco, find Linda-that's her friend."

Eddie sighed. "Look, Miss Donovan, I just can't pop off to San Francisco like a playboy on a spree. Not on a weekend. It's almost Friday night and I've got other things to do."

Sheila leaned forward in her chair, her eyes burning into his, her voice husky with emotion. "Please. You've got to find her right away. She doesn't know what it's like out there. Jenny has been sheltered all her life. Mr. Johnson-Eddie-I'm begging you, please...."

Eddie looked out the window, at the cloud of smog pressing down on the city like an ominous blanket. "I can call a friend of mine in Frisco. He'll keep an eye out for her. But I have to warn you, Miss Donovan, it's a hell of a big city with a lot of girls her age, hundreds of them runaways. They cluster there like bees to honey. That's the best I can do," he said flatly, facing her.

Her large green eyes grew moist and when she edged further forward, the cleft of her creamy tits deepened in the V-neck of her dress. Her voice shook:

"Look, I've got a hundred and ten dollars." She groped in her purse and flung the money on his desk. "That's all I have, but take it, please. I know she's going there and I know you can find her. She's all I have in this world. If Mom and Dad knew about this...."

Her voice choked off and she bit her lip to keep from bursting into tears. Eddie stood up and looked down at the traffic crawling below, his back to her. Hell, this was getting embarrassing. He wanted to help her, but business was business and pleasure was weekends. He had a date tonight with a divorcee-he'd tracked her wealthy husband down in bed with a high-school girl in a seedy motel-and the divorcee, a tawny wild-eyed blonde, was so grateful for the ensuing settlement she wanted to give him a personal bonus.

And Eddie didn't have to be a professor of psychology to realize she'd fuck like a maniac to prove to him she was more of a woman than any high-school girl.

Without turning, Eddie said, "My rates are forty bucks a day, Miss Donovan. That's plus expenses. That hundred and ten will barely last two days if I go to Frisco." He didn't mention the twenty kickback for a referral. He sighed, and turned around. "I'll start Monday morning. I can't tonight. I've got an important date."

She stood up. With her burning eyes locked on his and her ripely curved tits heaving with intensity, she made the divorcee seem almost sexless in comparison. The cop in him began to relent If she ever twined those long shapely legs around his back and began swinging her beautiful ass to a passionate fury, he'd think he was on a roller-coaster ride.

"Look, Eddie," Sheila said tremulously, "if you leave tonight, I'll-I'll go with you."

He raised an eyebrow. The message was clear, unmistakably clear, but coming from someone like her it was a shock. Her desperation blazed in her eyes and he could see her tremble as she stood there.

"I've got to find Jenny before something happens to her, something terrible," she pleaded. "You don't know her, how naive, how sweet, how sensitive...."

Or how guilty you feel, he added silently. He'd pry the source of her guilt out of her, whatever it was, probably nothing more than having the little sister catch her in bed with a date. It would be business and pleasure, a quick weekend trip to Frisco, and if he didn't find the little sister by Monday morning, well hell, he'd kept his promise, hadn't he?

"You're a rotten selfish bastard," a girl once sobbed after he'd left her naked and eager on his office couch to go out on a lucrative case that demanded immediate action, "but call me the minute you get a half-hour, will you, honey?" she had begged.

"You really love your little sister, don't you?" he asked Sheila. Brought up in an orphanage, the emotion was alien to him.

"Yes," she whispered. "More than anything in this world. And I'll do anything to find her."

Eddie glanced at his watch. "Okay then, let's move it."

He scooped the bills on his desk into his pocket, along with Jenny's picture and note, switched off the office lights and locked the door. He hesitated only a second when the office phone rang, remembering he had to call the blonde and get a rain check. He'd do that from Santa Barbara, ninety miles up the coast. Together, silent, they got his black Ford LTD from the parking lot attendant and Eddie swung the big car out onto the boulevard, into the heavy traffic.

"Do you want to stop by your apartment for anything?" he asked her.

"No. Let's just go straight through to San Francisco, Eddie. We'll find her, I know we'll find her."

At a stoplight he ran his eyes over her long silken legs, feeling his cock begin to stiffen. He didn't expect much sleep tonight. She had her back on the seat now, eyes closed, but he knew she wasn't asleep. There was a look of torment on her face as the Ford slowed to a crawl before they got on the jammed freeway going north. Eddie began to savor the feeling of adventure, forgetting the blonde divorcee. He was going to Frisco with a lusciously stacked brunette for the weekend, all expenses paid, so why shouldn't he enjoy it to the hilt?

The normal excitement that accompanied any new sexual conquest was heightened terrifically by the fact that the brunette was a foregone conclusion. No coy come-ons, no girlish protests, just raw torrid sex. And there was some quality in her emotional desperation-not to mention her statuesque body, her lush proud tits and sensually curved ass-that hinted she would be fantastic in bed. You had to work off that kind of seething tension before it drove you crazy. So in a sense he would be doing her a favor.

He lit a cigarette, sarcastically congratulating himself on his generosity.

Sheila could feel his eyes on her from time to time, but she remained perfectly motionless, tortured by the images flashing on the screen of her closed eyelids. Again, she thought despairingly, God, I'm doing it again. It wasn't enough to degrade herself for one night and start the whole horrible chain of events in motion. Now she was whoring herself again to find Jenny, to try and undo the damage. How else could she persuade him to search for Jenny at once?

Sheila had enough of a basic grasp of psychology to realize there was a certain twisted pleasure in self-torment, and it was this kind of perverse pleasure she felt in agonized twinges as she relived the night before.

Because her parents hadn't been insured at the time of their death-her father just couldn't keep up the insurance payments once he'd lost his job the year before-Sheila had found it very rough supporting Jenny and putting her through school, all the while buying clothes for her, books, taking care of dental bills and a thousand trivial items. Nevertheless, she managed, until she was laid off her own job as a secretary for an aircraft corporation.

In the process of caring for Jenny, she rarely went out with men. She knew she had an inhibited nature-"cold fish" the men in the office had called her behind her back-and she used Jenny as an excuse to avoid any sexual confrontations for two years. As a matter-of-fact, at twenty-five Sheila had gone to bed with only three men, none of them satisfying. They were crude, impatient, uncaring. Maybe that's why she chose them, Sheila realized with a sudden flash of insight-to avoid any possible affairs. Deep down, she'd always been afraid of sex.

She'd spent the day before laboriously filling out applications, and that night she was tossing restlessly in bed with worry over money long after Jenny was asleep in her own bedroom. At midnight she got up and got dressed and went to a nearby bar for a rare drink. She was tired, discouraged and almost frantic with worry about meeting the rent, due in a few more days.

The man beside her at the bar insisted on paying for her drink, ignoring her refusal. He was tall, with enormous shoulders and powerful arms that rippled beneath his expensive suit. He had a quick dazzling smile, and Sheila found herself accepting another drink, and then another. He was a lawyer, married he admitted, and from the gleam in his eyes as he leaned close to her to talk, it was obvious he was dying to fuck her.

He was also black.

"Look," he said suddenly, putting a massive hand on hers, "why don't we quit playing games, Sheila. You know I dig you. You're a hell of a fine-looking woman, and I'm not exactly a little boy myself. Why don't we go to a motel for a few hours. You won't regret it, baby. You won't forget it, either," he chuckled. "What do you say, Sheila?"

Her voice became icy. "I say forget it."

"Good," he said smoothly. "I knew you weren't easy. I just wanted to confirm it. Some women, you know, they just act insulted to be cute but you know damn well it's a front and they're really shouting yes. Not you, baby."

Sheila picked up her purse to leave.

"Wait," he said, gripping her wrist. He didn't hurt her but she could feel the strength flowing through him like a powerful current. "Just one more drink, Sheila. I've got a funny story to tell you."

Reluctantly, Sheila accepted. She wasn't drunk but very high and the drinks were free. And he was sort of nice, even though crude and conceited.

"Friend of mine went to one of those massage parlors the other day," he said in his deep voice, leaning close, "and inside of ten minutes one of those clumsy little girls talked him out of fifty bucks, just like that. And do you know how fast she got rid of him? Five minutes, so help me."

Normally uneasy whenever anyone talked about sex, Sheila looked him squarely in the eyes, prodded by the martinis.

"You oughta to take better care of your money," she said.

He grinned. "Can't fool you, honey. You are sharp. What gets me, though, is the waste of the fifty. Oh, I've got plenty of bread," he shrugged, "no problem there, but I'd rather give it to someone who can really use it, know what I mean?"

Sheila's heart beat faster and she gulped at her drink. She'd mentioned she was out of work and strapped for money.

He took out a gold money clip to pay for the drinks and she saw the sheaf of hundreds as he casually slipped out a twenty.

"Of course," he continued with a broad grin, "I wouldn't be so cheap as to offer a beautiful woman fifty. Say, a hundred at least."

A curious blend of emotions boiled up in Sheila. She felt insulted, even furious at the mere idea. What did he think she was anyway? To actually proposition her as if she were a common whore!

But beneath that shallow emotion she felt a soaring wave of excitement. A hundred dollars was little more than half the rent but at least it would hold off the landlord for a few weeks. The endless worrying, the pressure would be off for a little while. And it would be so easy, just a few minutes, maybe twenty at the most....

Her mind spun with a mixture of martinis and hot excitement, and she realized she was perilously close to being drunk. God, he was black! she thought. A stab of shame suddenly hit her as she realized he had a beautiful body, wide-shouldered, slim-hipped, muscular and ... and....

She bit her lip, trying not to think that thought. Two years without sex wasn't so hard at all, not after the dullness of her experiences. But she was radiantly healthy too, and a certain amount of powerful and unavoidable tension had built up in her loins. The liquor had peeled away her coldness and Sheila could feel a warm pulsating heat in her thighs as she became aware of the black man's animal presence, his massive bulk.

He would be terribly big down there. Big? a voice mocked her. Words that she'd never permitted in her mind now began to rush forth, ignited by two years of sex-denial and four martinis.

His cock would be gigantic, Sheila thought with a shock, black, colossal, like a bull! She imagined his immense blood-engorged prick tearing between her aching thighs, piercing her hot wet cunt like With her drink halfway to her lips Sheila realized she was drunk, that the malicious little voice in her mind was her own and in fright she grabbed her purse and hurried out of the bar, hearing him shout her name.

Outside, without pausing, her heels clicked rapidly on the sidewalk and she breathed the night air deeply. My God, she must be mad! To even think for a moment that she would sell herself, whore her body to a strange black man....

Her cheeks burned with shame al! the way home. She didn't see the black Lincoln quietly following her at a crawl. In her apartment, she checked to make sure Jenny was asleep, then quickly stripped and got in the shower, scrubbing her skin in a frenzy to wash away the obscene thoughts. After ten minutes she turned off the shower with a deep sigh and rubbed herself briskly with a towel. She felt better now, almost sober. God, that was a close call!

For a long moment she stood in front of the full-length mirror. Her face was far from beautiful but nature had compensated with her body. Her tits thrust out creamy and firm, with large dusky nipples, taut now from her own caressing touch. Beneath a narrow waist her hips curved out voluptuously, framing her damp silken pussy-hairs. Her thighs were sleek and milky soft, always hot to the touch. Sheila lightly brushed a finger close to her cunt-hairs and shivered.

To think that she'd almost had a massive black prick ripping into her tight pussy....

With an effort Sheila turned away from the mirror, strangling the urge to masturbate, to watch herself in the mirror as she began feverishly stroking her pink clitoris, then ramming a finger, then two, deep inside her throbbing cunt, jerking her hips to a wild rhythm with loud moans ... She'd done it only once, and while it was blissfully exciting-watching herself gave her a delicious sense of guilt-she felt terribly ashamed afterward and vowed never again.

Naked, she padded toward her bedroom when the doorbell buzzed, making her heart pound. For a moment she froze, wondering, but when it buzzed again she quickly slipped on a robe, afraid Jenny would wake up.

She opened the door on the chain-latch. It was him. His eyes were wild and drunk.

"Look, baby-" he began.

"Shhhh!" She put a finger to her lips. "My little sister is asleep."

"Okay," he whispered, "lemme in for a minute, honey. Just wanna talk to you."

"No!" But her heart was hammering against her ribs. He'd followed her home, damn him. She had to get rid of him fast but he wouldn't stop talking.

"Ten minutes," he whispered hoarsely, licking his lips with a pink tongue, staring at her ripe cleavage, "in and out before you know it, Sheila, and you'll have a wild time, fantastic, baby! Here, take it now."

Quickly, he slipped a hundred-dollar bill out of his money clip and held it through the chink in the door. Sheila stepped back, her pulse racing, her mind whirling, Two long years, she thought. She needed that money desperately. She'd never seen a black man naked-she was really curious. She looked nervously back at the door to Jenny's bedroom. If her little sister ever found out....

"Take it, Sheila!"

He dropped the bill and it fluttered to the floor at her feet. She knelt to pick it up, angry now, thinking of Jenny and the black man's vulgar nerve, ready to throw it back at him and close the door, but her eyes were level with his crotch as she knelt and Sheila sucked in her breath, astonished.

His cock was enormous! Straining at his pants was an outline so huge she felt faint. She continued kneeling, her gaze riveted to his bulging prick, feeling a wave of fear and revulsion at its terrifying size, and yet she felt an indescribable excitement and curiosity too. Like punishment, she thought, dazed, if she did this disgusting thing she'd be punished at the same time because he'd tear her up, and everything would be even, wouldn't it?

"Open," he said hoarsely.

Sheila's fingers shook as she unlatched the door. The moment he stepped inside the apartment she knew nothing on earth would get him out until he had fucked her.

"Follow me," she whispered in a trembling voice. She led him to her bedroom, wondering if this was how a whore felt, this giddy excitement mingling with fear. Behind her, he closed her bedroom door and leaned against it, a grinning giant, his black skin glowing in the lamplight.

At that moment the reality of her helpless position began to dawn on Sheila. The look in his eyes, the savage, triumphant glint sparked naked terror in the pit of her stomach. It was one thing to fantasize and play mental games with herself. She felt her knees tremble as she realized this man wasn't playing games.

"Please," she begged in a whisper, "no noise, my little sister is sleeping just across the living room."

He chuckled, stripping off his jacket and tossing it on a chair, then unknotting his tie, all the while his gaze raking over her body.

"Oh, baby," he murmured, "if there's any screaming around here, it isn't going to be mine. Take it all off. Let's see that gorgeous white ass, honey."

Gone was the smooth charm he'd oozed in the bar, she realized with despair. He wanted brutal sex and something worse-he wanted to degrade her.

Sheila held out the hundred-dollar bill. "Please, maybe some other time ... please?" She watched him grin through tears in her eyes.

"Oh, no, no, no, not that easy, baby. I paid and there's no refunds now. When I was a little boy in Alabama," he rumbled on casually as he unbuckled his belt, "there was an elegant white lady I worked for who lived across town. Used to pat me on the head and say, 'Georgie, what're you gonna be when you grow up? A big bad buck gettin' all those little nigger girls pregnant? A real stud, Georgie?' It wasn't hard to see what was on her mind," he chuckled as he slipped off his pants, making Sheila's heart threaten to burst with terror as his mammoth prick held his shorts out at a perfectly straight angle. God, he would kill her with that cock! "Well, the day came," he went on, removing his shorts, "when she had to look at little Georgie's cock for herself. Used to pay me a whole dollar every time I fucked her. That was about twice a day so actually I did pretty good, until she had to go to the hospital. It seems she had a very tender asshole, even though she craved it that way."

He paused to take his shirt off and Sheila started sobbing softly. He was naked now.

"Now it's my turn to pay, baby," he said ominously, "only I pat you on the head and call the shots-get it?"

"If it's vengeance you want," she choked, but her voice failed her. She couldn't take her gaze off his pulsing black prick. The giant knob shone pink, a milky drop oozing from its tiny slit. Beneath his hard-on his balls hung like dark grapefruit and above it was a thick bush of kinky black hair.

"Off," he commanded in a harsh voice, stepping toward her.

Sheila shut her eyes tightly and took off her robe. She kept them shut, quivering, as he stepped up to her, his huge hands softly stroking her tits, kneading the hot flesh, gently pinching her swollen nipples.

"Oh nice, nice," he crooned, "my fine white teacher was a hag compared to you, baby. Oh, those tits are hot, mmmmm, fat and hot and silky."

An involuntary moan escaped Sheila's lips. There was a fire building in her loins, an unwanted blaze fighting with her terror. He wasn't like the others, his body was beautiful, his strong fingers teasing, loving on her naked tits, squeezing gently to make her gasp with pleasure. He was playing with her, beginning to arouse her deeply.

His big hands slid down over her waist and sloping hips to massage their fleshiness and he inched forward so that the head of his turgid cock was pressing against her cunt-hairs. She felt a hot trickling in her pussy, a wild tingling of expectation.

"Oh God," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes still shut.

"He can't help you, baby," the man chuckled, "but I sure can. Look down at it-go ahead!"

She opened her eyes and stared down, dazed. She could see purple veins throbbing in its giant gorged length. It was ugly, sending shivers up her spine, and yet she felt a hot desire to clutch its ebony mass, feel its throbbing heat in her fingers. Still, she was paralyzed with fright.

"The other one went crazy over my prick," he said proudly. His fingers stroked her bare ass as he talked, cupping and hefting her cheeks. "She couldn't get enough of it. Used to lick and suck it like a starved animal, like it was the last piece of meat on earth. You do that now, baby. Get down on your knees and kiss it. Suck it!" he ordered.

Slowly, Sheila dropped to her knees. She stifled a cry as she put one hand around it-it was incredibly thick and hot, surging in her fist with thrilling power.

"Suck it," he commanded, cupping her head in his hands.

The trembling brunette took a deep breath and put the knob against her lips, timidly kissing it. She shuddered with revulsion as the milky drop seeped inside her mouth, and she whirled her tongue around it, startled at the salty taste.

"Oh yeah," he purred, "you're learning. Now suck, lady, put that pretty mouth to work."

He rammed her head toward him and Sheila suddenly gagged, fearing she would choke. The great black mass seared her mouth and slammed against the base of her throat and she made an urgent helpless sound but he only laughed. She wriggled her head frantically from side to side in an attempt to escape. Grunting with pleasure, he eased up slightly on his grip.

Clumsily at first, Sheila began sliding her lips back and forth along his pulsing prick, revolted at the strong animal taste, but after a minute or so it began hardening even more in her wet mouth, swelling and growing hotter. Experimentally, Sheila started jerking her fist on the base of his hard-on in time to her sucking lips and his groans became louder.

After another minute of hungry sucking Sheila realized with a tiny shock that her revulsion was gone, that she was beginning to enjoy herself tremendously, beginning to love the gigantic throbbing hardness jerking in her eager mouth, the weight of his huge dangling balls in her fingers as she stroked them. Moans of excitement poured from her throat, little whimpers of joy and submission.

Without stopping her passionate sucking she rolled her eyes upward to see him towering over her. His face was distorted with pleasure and his broad powerful chest heaved as he lunged his burning cock in and out of her mouth. She felt utterly helpless, kneeling beneath that mass of black sinew, and sharp hot thrills raced up and down her spine as she tried to gorge more of his massive prick into her mouth, in a frenzy of delight now.

She was sucking a big black prick! she thought deliriously. And she loved it! Even the twinge of shame and horrible guilt she felt were delicious to her as her lust mounted, welled up like a sheet of fire and made her wet cunt pulsate with desire in anticipation of being rammed to the hilt by his monstrous cock.

For the first time in her life, Sheila Donovan was turned on, and her own intensity frightened and thrilled her at the same time. She desperately wanted him to cum in her mouth now, shoot torrents of boiling jism down her throat, sear her insides with a flood of thick cum. Every nerve of her beautiful trembling body was on fire, from the tips of her swollen nipples to her passion-drenched cunt.

Unable to stand her excitement any more, Sheila's fingers darted down to her aching pussy and she shuddered as she found her clit. She spread her own juice around her cuntlips, and as she was about to thrust a finger deep inside herself, he was quickly lifting her up by the armpits.

"Oh no you don't," he grunted, placing her so her ass was on the edge of the bed. "That's what this is for, baby."

Sheila waited with her thighs spread, shivering, so aroused now that the last of any shame had vanished. She stared at his swollen cock in awe, licking her lips to savor its pungent taste. As he gripped her ass-cheeks and lifted them up, she leaned back on her elbows, panting. Slowly, standing between her parted legs, he guided his huge prick against her pussy, grinding the massive knob around her clitoris and soaked cunt-lips. Sheila moaned and sank her nails into the bed.

"Fuck me," she whispered, reveling in the coarse sound of the word. "Oh fuck me, please!"

He slid the entire head of his cock in and Sheila arched her back and bit off a sharp scream.

"Hurts!" she groaned. "Please, it hurts!"

"You'll love it in a minute," he told her. "You'll beg for it, baby."

Another inch of cock slid in and Sheila gritted her teeth as the burning pressure increased, as the thick prick began to tear into her narrow cunt. In spite of the nerve-jarring pain, the sight of his huge black cock piercing her cunt was fantastically exciting, and she wanted it deeper inside, wanted the big head grinding inside her to the point of bursting. As still another inch of cock slid torturously in, the panting brunette lifted her legs high and put her calves on his shoulders. Her pale body shuddered against his massive prick, her tight pussy trying to suck it in further as she gasped with pain, her sweating ass starting to rotate in a slow rhythm. All of it both horrified and excited her fiercely.

"Fuck me," she panted, "oh yes, yos, yesssss, love it-unnngh!"

He'd suddenly plunged forward savagely and Sheila thought she would faint from sheer agony. All the time he'd been tantalizing her, toying with her, and even now through tear-stung eyes Sheila could see that only half his immense prick was gorging her cunt.

"Can't-stand it!" she cried out, forgetting Jenny. "Oh Lord, it hurts!"

He grimaced. "Tight and hot, lady-oh yeah, that's one tight pussy, mmmmmm ... juicy cunt ... ahhhh...."

He drew back a few inches and then began stroking to a leisurely rhythm. Sheila was shaking her head from side to side on the bed beneath her, clenching her teeth to keep from crying too loud, the walls of her burning cunt slowly easing as her fluid started to ooze around his cock. Beneath the painful pressure soft thrills were rippling through her hot pussy as his path became easier. Her fingers flew to her clit and stroked, and it was becoming sheer heaven now, she'd never realized what she'd missed all these years as the waves of pleasure became wilder, spreading from her tight clasping cunt through every nerve in her perspiring body.

"Yessss," she moaned, "oh fuck me harder, hurt me!"

Grinning, he abruptly slammed his prick so deep Sheila thought her belly would rupture. She responded by wriggling her pussy sharply from side to side, sucking in her breath at the intense thrills. The pain was still there, as if a giant burning poker had been rammed up her cunt, but she could barely distinguish between pain and ecstasy any more. Her free hand darted to her swollen tits, and she stroked one with obscene pleasure as she rubbed her fingers furiously on her tingling clit.

The towering man had begun fucking her harder now, each forward stroke ramming a fraction of an inch deeper, and still, even in the white-hot pain-pleasure of his brutal fucking she craved more of him, every thrilling inch, the impossibility of that huge cock plunged to its fat hilt. Sheila panted furiously, jerking and swinging her ass in a frantic tempo as the molten wave of her first orgasm began to fire deep in her loins. God, she was going to cum! She'd never realized it could be like this, as if she could explode with obscene joy, never realized thrills like this existed.

"Cum now!" she sobbed, thrashing her hips. "Please give it to me now! Oooooh, God, it's good, good, wild-unggh! No, no!"

He suddenly stopped with his cock almost out of her madly throbbing cunt, the knob just inside her pink dripping pussy-lips.

"You like it, honey?" he asked. There was a cruel glint in his eyes. "White lady like hot black prick?"

"Please," she whimpered, gripping the head of his cock as tightly as she could in her pussy-lips, the craving for more of it almost maddening, "don't stop-not now!"

"Beg for it," he said. "Let me hear you beg."

"Yes, yes, I'm begging, don't stop, God I'm going crazy-"

"Will you kiss my black ass?" he grinned.

"Yes, anything-"

"Lick my balls?"

"Oh God yes-"

He was degrading her, abusing her deliberately and she couldn't care less, not any more. Her wild release waited elusively on the fringe of her torture and she ran her fingers in a frenzy of anguished excitement over her heaving tits. She would explode with frustration if he taunted her any more, but still he grinned down at her, triumphant and merciless.

"I'll lick your balls," she sobbed without shame, "no more teasing, just fuck me!"

"Hot damn," he chuckled, "you're really turned on, aren't you? When's the last time you had it, honey?"

"I just never had it so good," Sheila whispered, knowing it was what he wanted to hear and knowing at the same time it was true. Pride couldn't exist with the tremendous excitement in her loins. A huge finger groped around the crevice of her lush ass and the next moment Sheila arched her back and gasped as the finger thrust brutally into the narrow channel of her asshole.

A moment later he rammed his prick in a relentless thrust forward and Sheila made incoherent sounds in her throat as the exciting pressure of her impaled asshole and pussy merged. Her breath came in racking sobs as he resumed his powerful strokes, and Sheila felt as if she were being torn in two, and the feeling was terrible and blissful at the same time.

"Oh that juicy cunt," he groaned, stroking faster, "ah, that hot white pussy-aaaaah-oh lady, yeah, mmmmm!"

For a long ecstatic moment he froze as his rock-hard prick quivered explosively inside her hotly sucking cunt, and then the flood came, gushing and boiling, and tears of delirious excitement burned Sheila's eyes as the first real orgasm of her life erupted.

"Cum-cum-cummmmming!" she cried. "Oh God, I love it-yessss, I love to fuck! Ooooooh!"

Panting in a frenzy, Sheila tried to literally climb up his exploding prick, twining her ankles around his neck, jerking the trunk of his quivering cock in her fist frantically, barely able to endure the first shattering orgasm as her long-buried passion unleashed itself.

Even after his massive cock began dwindling inside her the feverish brunette ached for more of his tingling jism inside her shuddering cunt, wanting it everywhere at once, in her belly, her mouth, smeared on her perspiring, swollen tits. His hands squeezed her writhing ass in spasms for a minute, and gradually Sheila caught her breath, her wild moans growing faint.

But a few seconds later she could feel his prick begin to harden again and a whimper of eagerness came from her lips. His finger still pierced her tender asshole.

"Again," she whispered, not daring to look at him. She clasped her hot cuntal walls fiercely on his swelling cock. "Again, oh please."

"Elegant, refined white lady," he said with heavy sarcasm. "Going crazy over black meat. This the first real fuck of your life, honey?"

"Yes." She kept her eyes tightly shut.

"You love George's big hot prick?"

Her cheeks burned. "Yes."

"Makes me wonder who ought to be paying who," he chuckled. "Beneath that dainty exterior, you are nothing but a hot naked animal, right?"

"Yes," she said humbly.

"It figures. Turn over."

He slid his cock and finger out of her simultaneously, so fast Sheila yelped. "Over!" he said, and before Sheila could respond he'd gripped her by her hips and easily flipped her over on her stomach, still on the edge of the bed. Dazed, she felt him lift her thighs in his hands so that her lush ass hovered close to his cock.

"Now, honey," he said softly, "you are really going to earn that hundred bucks. That is one succulent ass." As he talked, his fingers rubbed her aching pussy, spreading her lubricant over her tiny asshole. Suddenly Sheila understood and she froze with rising terror, paralyzed in his grip.

"Oh my God you wouldn't-"

Still stroking her helpless asshole, he said, "That's exactly what my fine white lady in Alabama said. But I did, baby. And do you know what? She learned to crave it, to beg for it after a while. 'Fuck me in the ass, Georgie!' " he whined in a falsetto voice. " 'Oh Georgie, hurt me with your gorgeous black prick!' Masochistic bitch," he muttered.

The next moment Sheila almost fainted. Without warning he slammed his gigantic cock deep into her narrow asshole and pain exploded in her body in a white-hot flash. She felt her breath forced out of her lungs and the slightest movement of her lush ass was pure torture. Sheila clawed at the bed beneath her and sank her teeth into it as tears gushed down her cheeks, as his prick impaled her ass with furious pressure.

"Unnnghhhh! H-h-hurts!" she finally managed to gasp. "D-don't, p-please-aaaagh!"

As if to mock her, he forced another inch of cock into her ass.

"Ooooh, I dig that," he groaned behind her, stroking her soft thighs in his fingers, "that's real-aaaah-tight and hot, baby-mmmmm! That hot white ass is-oh, yeah-really goooood...."

The sobbing brunette huddled her tits and face and arms deep into the bed, feeling as if his searing cock was piercing her very stomach now. The horrifying thought that she was being degraded like this-fucked in the ass by a monstrous black stranger-was a mere shadow compared to her physical agony. But Sheila couldn't deny another bizarre emotion flitting through her mind. She liked it. No, she loved it, in some strange way she basked and wallowed in the feeling of utter humiliation and submission, she thrilled to the helplessness of her position. It was sheer torment, and she loved it.

"Beautiful ass," muttered the man as his fingers dug harshly into the soft velvety flesh of her hips.

"Best-ahhhh-ass I ever had, baby! Mmmm! Now hang on!"

When he suddenly jerked back a few inches the tearing friction in her tight channel sent unbearable sheets of pain through Sheila's bowels and loins. Again he lunged forward, and with each powerful stroke the terrified brunette gasped and shuddered, faintly aware of the obscene slap of his big balls against her naked ass-cheeks.

After a minute an eerie bliss began to mingle with her anguish. It hurt unbearably-but it hurt good! The pain was exciting in some grotesque way, and she was actually beginning to crave it, like well-deserved punishment. Too, the image in her mind of this gigantic black animal humiliating her like this, ripping his massive prick deep into her tight asshole with depraved grunts of pleasure fired her lewd excitement. Like a movie in her mind's eye she watched her soft body quiver helplessly as he rammed into her, and her incoherent moans became disjointed words:

"Fuck-fucking me in-oh God-my ass, yessss, fuck me, all of-aaaagh!-you, every hot beautiful inch! Oh, oh God, he's killing me-love it-unnngh!"

Were those filthy cries really hers? It didn't matter, she thought wildly, even her shame was pure bliss. She was being ravaged brutally, her tender asshole cruelly fucked and she needed this, oh Lord, how she needed it! All these years of dull waiting, and now she couldn't even distinguish between pain and ecstasy, but she was feeling lust to the very core of her soul.

She began to wriggle her burning ass, joining in her own torment, helping him to punish and thrill her. She panted feverishly with each immense thrust of his giant cock, her tender asshole clasping it greedily.

"Oh shit," he groaned, "that's-mmmm!-so wild, baby, gonna-oof!-cum! Holy Christ, that's tight!"

It seemed that his fiery cockhead was slamming into the very pit of her belly and a soft scream burst from her lips as his jism spurted in explosive gushes, flooding and tickling her ravaged asshole with blissful excitement. For a full minute his cum seared her bowels and Sheila writhed and quivered and squeezed her dangling tits in her hands as a new orgasm blazed through her tingling cunt.

"Cumming," she moaned, "me too!"

Suddenly he slapped her viciously on her ass-cheeks and a split-second later slipped his deflated cock out of her ass. The simultaneous bolts of pain sent the gasping brunette into a wild spasm and her creamy flesh trembled from head to toe. He stepped back, gasping for breath.

"Oh wow, that was pure ass, baby! Wheeewwww!"

Sheila continued to moan and undulate her hips, still dazed from her agony, still wildly aroused from the violent experience. Her asshole felt as if it had been pierced with a branding iron. Slowly she turned over, watching him dress, her eyes glazed with shock. As he knotted his tie he hummed cheerfully, adding a nightmarish quality to the scene.

"Well," he grinned, "you sure earned that hundred bucks, lady. For a change I got my money's worth. You know how tough that is these days?"

He turned to the mirror on the dresser and paused, staring at the bedroom door beside it. It was ajar.

"Well, who in the hell are you, honey?" He reached over and opened the door all the way.

Jenny stood there in her terry-cloth robe. Her face was pale and her eyes burned on her naked sister, shocked, accusing, furious.

"Oh my God," Sheila whispered. She sat up on the bed, hugging her tits, shaking her head from side to side mechanically as if she could deny everything that way.

"You must be the little sister," the black man said, running his eyes over her petite body. "How much did you see, honey?" He chuckled coarsely. "Enough to turn you on, too?"

"You filthy whore!" Jenny hissed at Sheila. "You slut!"

Then Jenny whirled and ran, slamming her bedroom door behind her. Sheila wiped at the tears in her eyes. How long had Jenny stood there, watching? She must have seen the last part-she couldn't have slept through Sheila's wild moans and screams-must have heard Sheila begging and whimpering like a lust-crazed animal as the man's massive prick raped her helpless asshole.

She might have seen everything-Sheila moaning and kneeling beneath him as she eagerly sucked his cock, begging to be fucked. Every detail of her lewd performance began to strike the dazed brunette with shattering impact, and a profound disgust and shame overwhelmed her...." could do this once a week, if it's okay with you, baby," he was saying with a broad grin from the doorway. "I guess you could use the money and I sure as hell can use the action. Mmmmm! Tell you something else, too: Any time you want to have a little party with your cute sister along, well, I could double that hundred. You think about that for a day or too, okay?"

Sheila shut her eyes tightly. "Leave," she pleaded. "Go away, and hurry!"

He snorted. "Remorse rears its ugly head, huh? Here's my card." He tossed it on the dresser. "You'll get horny again in a day or two and give me a call. And, baby, if that cute little sister of yours is a cherry, I'll throw in an extra hundred for a bonus. Be seeing you."

Mercifully, he left. Sheila slowly stood up, wincing at the terrible soreness in her cunt and asshole. The hundred-dollar bill lay crumpled on the dresser. She looked away from it quickly, her face crimson. She padded to Jenny's bedroom and opened the door. Her sister lay huddled in her bed, her face in her arms.

"Jenny, I-I can explain," she whispered, kneeling beside the bed. "Please listen, darling."

Jenny didn't speak but her shoulder twitched with her sobbing.

"I-he, well, he raped me. He forced his way in here and he raped me, Jenny," she blurted out. "He forced me to do every filthy thing, don't you see, darling?"

Her sister suddenly whirled her head around. Her eyes blazed into Sheila's with such hatred the brunette gasped.

"Forced you, hell! I saw it all, you damn liar! You-you went down on his horrible ugly prick, you begged him-I heard you, you lying whore!"

"No, no, no," Sheila sobbed, "I did it for the money, Jenny, we were broke, you need books, clothes-"

"I'd rather starve, you whoring bitch! If Mom and Dad knew...."

A vicious slap stung Sheila's cheek. Then Jenny quickly buried her face in her arms again, oblivious to Sheila's desperate explanations and pleas for forgiveness.

Sheila went quietly back to her own bedroom and lay in the darkness, crying. Over and over she told herself Jenny would cool off in the morning, would forgive her and everything would be all right, they'd both forget....

The lies finally lulled Sheila into an exhausted sleep. The next morning Jenny was gone, leaving the note on her bed.

"We'll stop here," a man was saying. "We'll grab a cup of coffee while I make a phone call."

Sheila sat up, rubbing her eyes as the black Ford swung into the parking lot of a restaurant just off the freeway. She stared at the driver and slowly came out of her vivid nightmare, back to the present. He was the investigator who would find Jenny. Everything would be all right.

Except, she recalled with a new twinge of shame, she'd promised him something too, to search for Jenny. As they entered the restaurant Sheila had the horrible feeling the nightmare would never end, that she was in a maze of depravity, a cunning trap that led from one violent act to another, each one leading to another bed and more degradation. They sat in a booth and Sheila took a deep determined breath.

She'd do whatever she had to find Jenny. Anything. But the thing that tore at her nerves and threatened her sanity was worry over Jenny. Her little sister was so naive, so helpless and innocent. If someone else got to her first and shattered that innocence, corrupted that sweetness, she'd never forgive herself.

Eddie ordered coffee and went over to the phone on the wall. Sheila watched him, thinking he was tough on the outside, but he seemed very nice beneath that. He wasn't at all bad-looking, not quite handsome, but rugged and masculine. If she had to prostitute herself she could have done considerably worse. Her fingers shook as she lifted her coffee cup and another flash of truth struck her with ruthless honesty.

She was looking forward to it.

Without putting it into words, she knew the black man had ignited something inside her, had broken down her dull inner prison of inhibition. No amount of shame or self-hatred could disguise the fact that he'd turned her on, violently. You could only bury natural healthy urges for so long before they exploded with a vengeance. And the soreness in her cunt and tender asshole only served to constantly remind her of that.

The fact was, she told herself with painful self-honesty, that she loved to fuck. Even the vulgar sounds of the word, which used to fill her with shame and contempt, now excited her deeply. Maybe she was a born whore. She didn't want to be a prostitute, all she wanted was Jenny back in the safety of their apartment, desperately wanted life to be exactly the same as it was before.

Too late now. Four martinis and a hundred-dollar bill had changed her life once and for all. That, and a huge black man with a sadistic streak and a sharp instinct for the kind of cruel thrills that would reduce her to a whimpering, begging slave....

"Okay," Eddie said, smiling as he sat across from her again. "Date taken care of." He frowned, staring at her. "Are you all right? You look terrified."

"No, no, I'm fine," Sheila lied. "Just ... thinking."

"Don't worry, Sheila. We'll find your little sister."

"In what condition?" she whispered. "Where is she, who is she with now? Whose bed will she sleep in tonight?"

They stared at each other helplessly.