Chapter 5

"Oh, Dad, it's so good! Put it in all the way. I can take it all," Vickie was crying out as Dad fucked her for the first time.

Mother and I fondled one another as we watched Vickie's excited body move around on the bed, her ass pumping up to Dad to get all of his cock. Her big tits rolled around. And Dad was doing all right too. We had just broken the news to her, and Vickie was just as enthusiastic about everything as I had been. Perhaps a little more.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and Bobby and Melody were downtown to see a three-hour movie. Since they took the bus, that gave us a safe four horns as a minimum.

Mother took her fingers from my pussy and walked over to the bed. As my father kept his hard cock going in and out of her restive crotch, Mother got on the bed and fondled her left breast. It was big and excited, the nipple more dark and pronounced than mine. Vickie put her arm around Mother and pressed her head more tightly into the breast.

"That's good ... so good, Mother," she sighed, still pumping upward to meet Dad's thrusts. "Why didn't you tell me before? I wanted to suck Mother off so many times. When ... when I was sucking Connie's pussy."

"We felt better waiting until you were about seventeen," Dad replied quickly, adding, "Damn you're nice and tight."

"I told you, you were the first to fuck me," Vickie said. "I've had things in me, but never a penis. Go, Dad! Go ... it's wonderful!"

I moved over to the other side of the bed from Mother and grasped Vickie's right breast firmly with both hands until her nipple looked as if it were being squeezed out. And then I put my lips over the big, dark bud and sucked on it. While it was in my mouth, I lapped back and forth over it with my tongue, and Vickie started screaming with her first orgasm since Dad had eaten her earlier.

I could glance across and watch Mother sucking hungrily on the other nipple and trying to draw all of the tit she could in her mouth. Vickie moved the upper part of her body, thrusting to us as she withdrew slightly from Dad's penis. It was beautiful! Mother and I were playing with ourselves as we sucked her big titties.

After a few more minutes, Mother looked at and gestured toward Vickie's face. There was seldom any need for words among us because we were so much the same about sex in so many ways. Mother's gesture pleased me very much, because I knew she meant that I was to straddle Vickie's mouth, the role she had performed when they initiated me into the wonders of incest.

"You're going to eat me, darling sister," I announced, getting up on the bed. "While Dad is fucking your virgin cunt, Vickie, I am going to sit on your face...."

"Come ... come on," she responded eagerly, and I straddled her chest on my knees and lowered my cunt and anus until I could feel the tip of her oversexed tongue lapping indiscriminately.

Vickie groaned and grunted in ecstasy as I rolled my crotch back and forth, letting her lick and suck all the way from my clit to my asshole with each cycle. She loved it and I loved it, and it certainly wasn't the first time we had done it together.

Mother was unable to get to Vickie's tit and suck it, but I think she was looking forward to using her vibrator and watching. Dad and I put our arms around each others' shoulders and began tongue kissing and whispering sexy little things, in a beautiful triangle. Vickie was working with her hips as much as she was her mouth and tongue. Father and I almost had passive roles. We could be still and kiss and talk, while Vickie provided all the excitement, including her gurgles, sighs and moans.

I looked over to the right and saw that Mother was sitting in a chair right by the bed, watching us intently, her wide eyes like someone watching a ten nis game, as they went from the sight of Dad's cock pushing and pulling at her cunt, to the way Vickie was so eagerly eating and sucking and licking my crotch, the droplets of my juices going down her face and into her pretty hair. At the same time, Mother was applying the vibrator to her own cunt (which I liked to watch) and having beautiful orgasms!

"Okay, girls, here I go!" Dad announced suddenly as his pace of fucking Vickie and sucking my tongue both quickened in tempo at the same time. "Ready?"

Vickie was able to grunt a "yes" as I sat down on her face when she had her tongue up my ass. I raised up a little and leaned farther toward Dad, who was shaking as he came, and pressed my clit to my sister's mouth. She made me come to a very strong, screaming climax with just two or three strokes of her talented tongue.

Dad moved away quickly and Mother dropped her vibrator and crawled up between Vickie's legs. Mom's lips and tongue were at work to drain her cunt of every drop of liquid before so much as a quarter teaspoonful had drooled out between her sex

"Well ... now we have two 'clever daughters,'" Dad said after we had washed and were sitting downstairs in the den. "And your first threesome client, of cOurse, will be Mrs. Farrington tomorrow afternoon. Better be careful, Connie. She might like Vickie better than you. But never let yourself become too fond of a client. It can cause problems. Be very sweet and lovable if they're the types who crave affection, but...."

The telephone interrupted Dad's speech and he picked up the extension at his desk. The person on the other end of the line did most of the talking, with Dad's response being, "Yes, it's still set up. No problem at all ... school's out for the summer." and "Excellent!"

"What's this about school being out?" Vickie asked.

"Good news for both of you before we go into the bedroom to take the pictures of Vickie," Dad said, smiling proudly. "And ... I'll take a few of the two of you together. For double the price, a client can double his fun."

'What's the good news?" Vickie asked impatiently.

"You know Mr. Carpenter, Connie?" Dad asked and I nodded my head (he was a man about forty from Louisiana). 'Well, he's the good news for Vickie. That was Ed, the bartender down at the hotel. Mr. Carpenter's here and asked if Ed knew of any 'new' young girls. So, Vickie, we'll have you dressed up and out of here right after the picture taking. This man's worth $750 and he's not too demanding, eh, Connie."

"The only demanding thing about him," I replied with just a trace of disappointment, but realizing it was all a part of the game, "is getting him hard. I sucked on his cock for a half hour and couldn't get it up. But I've learned a few tricks, Vickie. Go work up a handful of soapsuds and then slide them all over his cock and work it like masturbating. It'll rise."

"I'm so excited!" Vickie said, smiling at Dad and then me. "My first client! Does he eat pussy, Connie?"

"Yes, hell give you kicks all right," I assured her, then turned to Dad. "What's my big thrill?"

"This one should really turn you on," he answered with a joking leer. "It's sort of complicated, but I know I can trust Ed. There's this millionaires' daughter-a college girl around nineteen or twenty-whose family is in Europe this summer while she has their estate near Miami Beach all to herself. Next Tuesday, I'll have airline tickets for you and two thousand dollars! But ... you'll be expected to spend the whole week with the girl, and ... a handsome young male whore with an eleven inch cock!"

"Wowee!" Vickie shrieked. "Eleven inches. Oh, what a lucky girl you are!"

"Hardly," Mother interrupted, standing up and looking at Dad very seriously. "Vickie will learn soon enough that a big penis is no sign of extra pleasure. One that size could tear poor Connie up, Bud. Don't you think it's going a little too far to send her down for something like that?"

"Margie, dear," my father said calmly, holding her hand. "In the first place, Connie's over eighteen. She can do or refuse to do as she pleases. And in the second place, I have talked it all over with Ed, who has talked it over with the girl, Kathy Torrance. It's understood that nothing will be forced on Connie. If it's too big ... if it hurts her, she just has to say 'no.' The girl could get into a great deal of trouble if anything went wrong, and those Florida studs are not going to mess up a good deal. The guy may get as much as Connie does for the week's work. And all expenses paid ... a free Florida vacation!"

The trip to Florida was my first time in a big jet, and it seemed like we had just about gained altitude and reached cruising speed, when we started to lose altitude and land at Miami. I had a big suitcase full of new summer clothes, bikinis and sexy briefs, panties and bras. As the plane landed, I think I was more excited than when I went out to meet my very first client.

I felt no pangs of jealousy at all about Vickie back in Washington with Mrs. Farrington and some of my other clients. I knew that my sister's body and her being three years younger might appeal more to some people. But Mom was still going strong and she never begrudged me anything after I started making more money than she did.

Since I had been told that I would be met at the airport, I looked all around for the "stunningly sexy redhead" that had been described to me as Kathy Torrance. I don't think there was a single girl at the big terminal who was a redhead, certainly not young and sexy. I was told that Kathy was only about a year older than I.

As I was still standing there looking like a lost child, a very neat and well-mannered young Negro man in a chauffeur's uniform approached me. He looked me over very carefully, then broke into a warm smile when he saw the initials "C.W." on my suitcase.

"Pardon me, Miss," he said, taking off his cap, "I was wondering if you might be Miss Connie Wilson from Washington?"

"Yes ... I am," I replied, a bit puzzled as the man replaced his cap and immediately picked up my suitcase.

"I'm Harry, Miss Torrance's chauffeur," he informed me, pointing to a door at my left. "I think Miss Torrance did a little too much partying last night and overslept. She told me I was to come pick you up if she wasn't awake yet. But ... I imagine she'll be up and around by the time we get there. It's almost a forty-five minute drive.

When we pulled into the beautiful beach estate north of Miami, Harry deftly moved the car up the twisting, winding road to the mansion. It was beautiful, and I was still breathlessly excited.

"I'll just let you out here at the front door, Miss Wilson," Harry told me, stopping at the front of the house on the circular driveway. "The maid will let you in and tell you where Miss Torrance is. I'll take your suitcase to your room."

"But ... I wonder if I'm dressed properly," I stuttered, looking down at my cool miniskirt and casual blouse."

"I don't think that will make ... any difference," he said, trying to hide behind a knowledgeable grin.

About two seconds after I knocked at the door, it was opened by a very pretty young Negro girl in a Very short maid's uniform, and with a gorgeous figure. We both seemed to stare for no reason at all at each other for several seconds. And then I felt very tense and had to say something.

"I'm Connie Wilson," I said. "I believe Miss Torrance is expecting me."

"Yes, that's right," the girl said, showing a row of pretty white teeth as she smiled and stepped aside for me to enter. "I do hope you'll pardon my staring at you that way, Miss Wilson, but ... well, never say a word about this to Kath ... uh, Miss Torrance ... but I never expected to see such a beautiful and young girl like you. Miss Torrance will be more pleased than ever, I'm sure. She and Mr. Barkley are out by the pool, just walk through that door and down the hallway, then right outside."

Inside, the residence looked even more like a palatial mansion. The carpets, furniture, everything spelled money! As I walked down the long hallway, I realized that both Harry and the maid were aware of Kathy's mania for excessive amounts of offbeat sex, but I wondered if they also participated. My pulse rate was going higher and higher, and by the time I got to the end of the hall, I actually felt a little bit faint.

The door to the private and enclosed pool area had no glass window. It was solid wood! I quickly grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it. The door was locked! I felt on the verge of panic! And then my heart skipped a beat and I jumped back from the door as I heard a loud hum and crackling noise!

"This is Rosalie, Miss Wilson," the voice of the maid came from a small loudspeaker mounted above the door, "You grab that doorknob and open it, soon's you hear it buzz. Ready?"

"Ye ... yes," I stuttered as the noise from the loudspeaker ceased and a wave of relief came over me.

I was still very nervous and tense as I opened the door, but certainly improved from the way I had felt seconds before. I walked out into the pool area, which was surrounded by a very high wooden fence, a solid fence that provided privacy, unless someone hovered overhead in a helicopter. The pool was olympic size and the aquamarine water made a refreshing contrast to its sterile whiteness.

But there was not a ripple in the water. My eyes scanned the manicured green lawn to the right and front and rear of the pool. No one was in sight. When I looked toward the green grass area to the left of the pool, however, I saw a huge beach towel spread out. There were two figures on the towel, both completely naked.

The man looked like a Greek god muscleman, the most virile male I had ever seen. He had long, light brown to blond hair. He was lying down on his back. From what I could see, his cock appeared to be almost the size of the average man's lower arm! It was unbelievable! It was hard! And it was being fondled, licked and played with by a young, red headed girl with a body very nearly as well proportioned as my own!

The redhead's titties were a little larger than mine, and the left one, because of the way she was positioned, hung slightly downward and revealed one of the reddest nipples I had ever seen. She seemed to be a penis worshiper. There was a comfortable smile on the man's face as the gorgeously naked and sexy redhead licked all over the head and around the shaft.

Then, suddenly, the young Greek god's body began to undulate and spasm. The girl immediately glued her mouth over most of the head of the cock and began gulping and gulping. So obsessed was she, that she grasped the mighty cock with both hands and sucked in her cheeks. I began to shudder myself as I thought about the wonderful sensation she was experiencing.

My hand wandered for a moment beneath the waistband of my skirt and panties. I found that my pussy was very moist, the pubic hairs even damp. I didn't know whether or not to call out to them, walk right over very sophisticatedly and introduce myself, or to wait a little longer for the fullness of the enjoyment they had just experienced had calmed down.

I smoothed down the front of my mini and started . to walk toward them, when it was suddenly obvious that they had not completed their act. The Greek god turned the redhead over on the huge towel and began to put the limp, but monstrous cock between the cheeks of her ass I They seemed to be laughing and having great fun, and my inferiority complex made me depressed.

What could J add to their enjoyment? Why did the fabulously rich and spoiled bitch, Kathy Torrance, want me, when she had a man with a cock so big that nobody would believe it? Then I remembered what Mother said ... or approximately. The size of the prick had little to do with the way the man could use it.

I was even more convinced of Mother's statement when I saw her go down on the huge cock again and suck it up to a full hard! He moved himself over on top of her and they both tried to steer his mammoth penis into her cunt. But it was simply too big!

It was obvious also that Kathy had a hang-up. She tensed her body too much and undoubtedly tightened and tensed the inner muscles of her cunt as he tried to penetrate her. After all, I thought, Kathy was about the same age I was. But eleven inches was too much! And the thickness of his handsome cock was more than she could take.

The experience of watching him try to fuck her, gave me a new and proud feeling of confidence. It was my challenge! If I could let him put that abnormally monstrous cock in me ... and fuck me, I would be the rich Kathy's superior. I thought back to the time Jim had first fucked me, the night that Dad was almost sober and really fucked me right for the first time.

I knew it would hurt to let a man with an abnormally large cock fuck me. But I also realized that I could go through with it-if Dad had been straight with me about the deal he made with his trusted bartender friend.

Kathy was a beautiful young girl from what I could see of her, and it puzzled me just a little as to why a girl like her would be willing to pay thousands of dollars for the favors of people like Greg and I. Then I realized she was the sneaky type. She had to keep her private sex life a secret, just as much as Rhoda. She had unlimited amounts of money at her disposal, and she probably paid off Harry and Rosalie to keep her private activities from her parents. But, I wondered again, were Harry and Rosalie involved too? I liked Rosalie. She was different, something new. I wondered what she would look like naked as I watched Greg go down on Kathy.

I hadn't noticed it before, but when the man stuck out his tongue to use it for going down, it looked as big as his penis ... proportionately. Kathy was leaning back, supporting herself with her hands as the long, thick tongue lapped around the outer lips of her pussy and in her hairs. The hairs on her pussy were redder than the hair on her head.

She had a great young body. Her breasts were large and firm and very shapely, her waist was slim, her flesh smooth, her ass curvy and her legs so pretty. And as I drank in her bodily beauty as well as Greg's hard, thick, muscular body, I became very excited myself. I could see him use the fingers of both mighty hands so very gently to open her cunt lips. And then he put his tongue and lips out of sight, deep into her crotch.

"Oh ... oh, Greg!" I heard Kathy shout as she threw her head back in ecstasy and began to move her hips. "Eat it, Greg! Clean it out! Suck it like a vacuum cleaner, you fucking beach bum ... you beautiful beach bum!"

At that, Greg pulled his mouth away from her crotch and sat up. With his right hand, he slapped her so hard across the face that I could almost feel it from where I was standing. He grasped both of her tits in his huge hands and began to squeeze them mercilessly until Kathy was screaming so loud I felt sure the chauffeur would come out and try to rescue her. The poor girl's tits were being mauled! He was twisting them into awful shapes, grotesque shapes and I sympathized so much with her screams and cries.

He finally let go of her breasts, but then began to slap them back and forth with his open hands. There was no rhythm to his beating on them. Sometimes, he would whack both titties at the same time, but in an inward direction so that they slapped against each other.

"Greg! You're killing me!" Kathy yelled, her body twisting and contorting as he continued the tit beating relentlessly.

I was seriously considering going right back through that hallway and asking the chauffeur to take me to the airport or I'd call the police! Father never knew anything like a woman-beater was going to be there. I felt sure of that. Greg Barkley was an absolute sadist! A male whore hired to do what he was told and....

And then it dawned on me! Kathy could have jumped up and run into the house. She could have screamed for Harry to help her. Sure, she was screaming. She was also twisting her body around and throwing her head back like ... a girl in the top heat of sexual passion! Kathy was a masochist!

"I'm coming ... again, Greg!" I heard her call out. "Just ... a little more, darling."

He slapped her breasts back and forth again with more fury than ever, and Kathy flipped her body over suddenly and he went to work spanking the cheeks of her ass until they were both almost as red as her hair. Kathy's body jerked around with each slap, and she continued to scream, until with one final outburst, she went completely limp, and Greg stopped.

"Oh, I loved it, Greg," she panted as she rolled back over and cringed when her sore buttocks hit the towel. "Why do you have to be so expensive I can only afford you a week out of the whole year?"

The Greek god said nothing, merely looking down at her with that self-confident, even sardonic and mocking grin. He seemed to be saying to her (voicelessly, of course), "You stupid cunt! Rich bitch! You love to eat that muscle! You keep trying to take it up your rich, fat cunt. You love that cream, don'tcha, baby? Yeah! You like to lick and play with it and then suck my cream. Hell, you're not so different, cunt. They all want to get their lips on this cock!"

"Hello! Kathy!" I finally called over to her.

"Connie! Oh, you just have to be Connie! You're beautiful!" she cried out with joy, jumping up and running up to me, throwing her arms around and giving me very wet and interesting kisses, darting her tongue in and out. "Oh, Greg! Come here, Greg. This is the girl from Washington I was telling you would be here. Isn't she lovely! Isn't she sexy! And only seventeen years old!"

'Well ... yes, things seem to be improving around here," Greg said grudingly, looking me over from top to bottom.

"You bastard!" Kathy said jokingly.

"Oh ... I wasn't referring to you, Red," he insisted, as his eyes continued to undress me. "I was thinking of that cunt you had down here last sum-, mer. If she was eighteen, I'm still wearing diapers...."

"Goddamn you, Greg!" Kathy screamed angrily, stamping a foot noiselessly on the thick, green grass. "I don't give a shit what you think about my girl friends, but you know I can't stand it when you call me Red!"

As I suspected, Greg refused to reply or respond in any way to Kathy's outburst, except to give out with that confident, put down of a grin. He had Kathy hooked and he knew it. She liked to be talked down to, sneered at by a man. But what a body she had! When she was standing so close to me and naked, it looked better than before. And I suddenly realized what a crazy sight we must have madeboth of them naked, and there I was fully dressed.

"I ... I guess I didn't need to bring my bikinis," I said with a nervous giggle, breaking the sudden silence. "I didn't realize you had such privacy here."

"Oh ... they'll come in handy when we go down to the beach," Kathy said, eyeing me as eagerly as Greg. "It's fun to watch people turn on when I'm in my bikini, and lover boy gets a charge when the front of his trunks get stared at. I-still think most people guess you have a tumor on your belly! He looks absolutely obscene! Well, Connie, won't you take your clothes off and join us? I can see a cock getting harder and harder, and my mouth is getting awful hungry. I've been twisting it out of shape on the monster there, and I'm famished for pussy...."

As Kathy kept up her sexually sophisticated chatter, we walked down to a large table with a beach umbrella that was near the spot where they had been making love. There was a big chest of ice with expensive imported beer, plus an ice bucket, Bourbon, Scotch, water, gin, vodka, quinine water, and a few other items.

I quickly took off my blouse and mini, then Greg came over to unsnap my bra in back as Kathy knelt in front of me and pulled down my panties. She was so desperate to eat me, or at least to taste it, that she buried her face between my upper thighs and began to lick frantically in my crotch before the panties were even down to my knees.

As soon as Greg had my bra off and kissed each nipple very gently, he sat down on the grass and reached up to get my panties down so I could step out of them. I then leaned back against the table and spread my legs a little more so Kathy could get her tongue in me better. Oh, was she good! That girl knew how to eat it.

"Mm-mmm," she sighed, and then swallowed what little bit of my secretions she had sucked "Greg. You've got to taste this ... just for a second now!"

Greg leaned over from where he was sitting and looked up at me in a way that made chills run through my body. His face was young and rugged. He seemed to be in control of every muscle, and when he stuck out the big tongue and lapped deeply into my pussy with it, then drew it up over my clit, I had an orgasm I I couldn't help it! However, I didn't cry out because I thought it might hurt Kathy's feelings.

"Enough for now, glutton!" Kathy said, slapping his face away from my crotch. "You'll have time for all you want. But it's mine first. How did you like it, lover boy?"

"Tastes just like pussy," he said with a smirk, "like eatin' pussy, as my grandpaw used to say."

"Tuck your grandfather," Kathy cursed him lifelessly, then turned to me with a sudden smile and began speaking very excitedly, "Oh, Connie ... you're the girl Ed told me about who sucks off and fucks her father, mother, sisters and brother! Oh, what a wonderful groove that must be. And here I am ... an only child with a perfectly Victorian mother and father."

I did not correct her about the idea she had concerning my younger sister and brother, not then. I wanted her to eat me some more, so I put both hands down over the back of her head and drew her into my crotch. The tongue went to work again, licking my inner lips and clit. Her lips sucked at my supersensitive inner genitals.

Kathy was so hungry for me. I loved it. I still rested my hands on her head, occasionally teasing my fingers through the beautiful, long red hair. My back was resting on the table right above my ass, and Kathy put one hand on each buttock and began to rub and massage them sensually. I pushed my pelvis to her, made it move back and forth with enough force that I could feel her teeth hitting my flesh at one of my pelvic bones. It hurt, but just a little.

"So you fuck with your Mom and Dad both, huh?" Greg asked as he sat there and looked up at me. "And the sisters and brothers. Hell, I used to fuck my older sister when I was a kid ... after she was married too. But that's nothing out in the country. Sis is damned good ass, and she only lives about forty miles from here. The trouble is, I can't afford to waste a fuck on her very often. You girl whores can keep up an act forever, but a man has to conserve every shoot-off he can to make any money...."

I spit in his face! I didn't want to move my body away from Kathy in order to hit him or kick him. So I spit, and it hit him right in the left eye. When his muscles tensed and he stood up like he was going to beat hell out of me, I just stared at him. He knew better, knew he had to take it from me, but I could see him turn red all over and every muscle harden as he resisted his impulses.

"That'll teach you never to call me a whore again ... country boy!" I mocked his speech.

"Yeah...." he said between gritted teeth. "You win this one ... young lady! But I'll get even, Connie. I'll do it my own way. I won't hit you. I won't put a mark on your body while you're here ... but I'll make you damned fucking sorry you ever did that."

I paid him back with his own brand of response. I just looked at him and smiled, wiggling my body to let him know how sexy Kathy was making me feel. It was the first time in my life that I felt such power over a man, and such an exceptional man at that. He wanted my body. He wanted to eat me. Of course, Connie was a luscious young thing too. But he was in the position of being employed by her and knew that she liked to be knocked around, spanked and beaten. She was also of legal age (and so was I, but not to their knowledge). Yes, Greg could get by with about anything where Kathy was concerned. She was hooked on him and willing to pay a great sum of money for his company. But me? He had to be very careful. I wasn't paying him or begging him for his stud services.

If Kathy heard our exchange of threats, she didn't show it. She was too busy, off in another world. Her hands clutched tightly at my buttocks as her mouth manipulated my cunt in every possible way. I screamed aloud as I came, but not even that kept her from maintaining the same tempo and sighing and gurgling occasionally.

Her desperate hunger for my pussy was more excessive than Mrs. Farrington's obsession. I thought she would never stop. I looked down to see her body squirming and noticed that she was kneeling so that her heels were acting as a seat, and one heel was rubbing up into her crotch. It was going back and forth. Both her foot and a little patch of the grass beneath were wet with her secretions.

Greg was still sitting there, expressionless, gazing out at the water in the pool, then finally opening a bottle of beer for himself. I looked down at his cock. It was so big that I gathered it never looked completely soft. It was resting on the grass, half the length of his thigh almost. As I pushed my cunt faster into Kathy's face, I realized that I wanted to see it hard again. I wanted to handle it with both hands and jack off a large load of his cream into my mouth. He had tasted me, but I had not tasted him.

"Oh, Kathy ... you're good!" I cried out when I came the next time, and made it even more obvious by relaxing my pelvis and legs.

Desperately, Kathy stood up and began to frig her pussy with fingers from both hands. Greg laughed at her, but I knew what she was going through. She was hot enough to burst, but just couldn't come!

"Connie ... Connie, darling," she cried out to me. "Please make me come! Don't torture me like Greg. Bite my pussy! Bite it until I can't stand it any longer! Please ... or I'll go crazy!"

Connie sat in one of the chairs, very close to the front, but the position wasn't too good. I suggested going over to the spot where I had seen her with Greg. She thought it was a great idea and we both started off. But I stopped. I was pulled back by the big ice-bucket, the sight of it, what it brought to mind. It was a heavily insulated type and I quickly took off the top and gathered up a handful of the ice cubes to take along. I had a plan that I hoped Kathy would enjoy as much as I thought I would.

"Try this, darling," I said, as I sat down beside her spread legs, lying on her back.

"What ... oh ... wow!" she exclaimed when I began to stuff the ice cubes into her pussy. "Yi! Oh, Connie, that's ... worse than ... oooh, it's so cold! I'll have a frozen cunt!"

After I had stuffed the last piece of ice inside her red-haired cunt, I pulled the lips together and placed the palm of my hand tightly in her crotch to be sure the ice stayed there. Kathy twisted and turned, beat her hands on the mammoth beach towel. She screamed aloud several times and told me the sensation was like "having a horrible toothache in my cunt."

"Oh, fuck you, Connie!" she cried out at me, but there was no real anger, just the joke-like cursing that goes on among friends. "You ... you motherfucker. Ha ha! Connie! You really are a mother fucker, aren't you? Oh oh ... thank God, I think it's melting."

"I'll drink you off, darling," I said, surprised at my own sophistication, though I also realized I was copying Kathy's manners a little.

I had her put one leg at a time over my shoulders as I lay down between her thighs and began to lick her soft, young skin. I was still holding onto her pussy lips so she would not drain. When my mouth was very close to her crotch, I released my hand and put my lips to her cunt quickly.

I didn't have to suck at first. Ice-cold water began to drain into my mouth along with small pieces of ice, the remnants of the cubes. I crunched them between my teeth, but I accidentally took a very deep bite at one of Kathy's inner lips too.

"Yow! Oh, God, I'm coming!" she started to scream and toss around. "I'm coming, Connie! Bite me again! Drink me out!"

I simply repeated what I had done before, except that the piece of ice was larger and thus I bit down much harder on her inner flesh.

"Connie! Connie! Do it again! Bite me!"

The sensations were also getting to me. I liked to make her scream. I liked to bite down on her cunt flesh until she was in horrible pain. At least, I liked it so long as she liked it. I began to suck and swallow all the water and juices until I had above five or six bits of ice in my mouth, which I immediately began to chew. I took half a dozen hard bites, and each one was accompanied by another screaming orgasm and twisting of her body.

Then she went limp and reached down to gently ease my mouth from her crotch. When I looked up at her face, it had a beautifully sweet expression on it. She tousled her fingers in my hair and said, 'Where have you been all my life, Connie? I love you ... do you love me?"

"I've only ... known you about half an hour," I stuttered, adding quickly, "I know one thing for sure, I certainly couldn't say I don't love you...."

"I'm glad," she said, with such a happy and contented smile on her lips. "You ... you mean very much to me. I've never had a real girl friend for sex. Oh, there are other bisexual girls and Lesbians at the university, I'm sure of that. But they have bad reputations. Word somehow has a way of getting back home too. My parents disown anything or anybody who smells of that 'awful,' 'filthy,' 'vile' and 'evil' thing called 'sex.'"

"I guess you have to pay off Harry and...?"

"Rosalie....in a way," she replied thoughtfully, then pressed my head closer into the softness of her upper thigh as I started to move away. "No, Connie, stay down there for a little while. It's so enchantingly beautiful to talk to you like this ... while you're in my crotch ... at my crotch. I don't pay them with money. My parents are rich enough, but two or three thousand is all I can sneak by with in a year.

I've been having these week-long summer orgies since I was sixteen, Connie! And the way I keep Harry quiet is to let him fuck me occasionally. He was the one who got my cherry. I was only interested in girls at first, but I let him fuck me to keep quiet."

"What about Rosalie?" I asked, stroking the pretty red pubic hairs. "She's got a darling body on her."

"I know," Kathy said, unsmilingly. "And she has a bad hang-up about race. She keeps quiet if I act as her 'slave' for a day or two a few times every year. I don't think she goes for girls on the outside, but I have to lick her pussy."

'Why is Greg sitting up there just guzzling beer and ignoring us?" I asked. "He sure got mad at me awhile ago. Maybe that's it."

"I heard it," Kathy told me. "But I was too gone on eating you and trying to get myself off. No ... he's just sulking a little. It happens each year. He gets here a day before the girl, and he sulks when he finds out that huge cock of his isn't quite so magnetic for me when I have a pussy to eat."

"What a monster it is."

"The conceited bastard," Kathy said with a little laugh, her fingers coming down to join mine. "He makes a fortune off that damn thing and half the women who pay him can't even take it. I can't. I guess I do like the others. I keep trying to see if I can take it, then end up licking it, sucking it, swallowing his come. It's like having a very arousing sexual toy. Oh, and I can come when he moves the head of it around inside my vulva. But, damn it, I want to take it all the way in my vagina!"

"Maybe you will," I said.

"This is the third summer I've had him here," Kathy told me, shaking her head resignedly. "The other girls I've had could take it, but I doubt if you can. The others were pros, and not as young as you ... or as beautiful and lovable."

I smiled at her and our fingers intertwined into a tight grip just above her firm pubic mound. I wanted to say something, but I felt inadequate all at once. Kathy had put me off, I think, with her talk about 'love." I remembered my father's warnings about not getting too deeply involved or attached to a client. And the reason I felt so edgy right then, I finally decided, was because I felt that it was entirely possible for me to fall in love with a girl like Kathy.

"What do you like, Connie?" she asked me softly. "Sex ... you...." I started.

"What kind of sex with me?" she interrupted. "I know that you enjoyed it when I ate you. And I could feel that you liked going down on me, biting me, like I wanted it, thinking up the ice cube trick You're not a whore, Connie. That's why you're so lovable as well as being so sexy. Be very honest and frank, Connie, I mean it. Tell me the other things you would like for us to do together."

"That's tough," I replied, trying to think. "First of all, I don't believe there is anything that you would want to do with me that I wouldn't enjoy. Are you sensitive at your anus?"

"Very."

"Do you like to put your tongue in a girl's rear?"

"Love it."

"Do you like to watch a girl being fucked? And then join in?"

"Wonderful!"

"Do you want to watch Harry fuck me?"

"Very much."

"Do you want me to watch Harry fuck you?"

"Mm-mmm ... and watch me suck his nice black cock, too. Do you like the taste of come, Connie?"

"Yes," I answered immediately. "I think the expectation, the promise of knowing that I'm going to get a nice load of come to swallow is one of the reasons I like to suck a cock so much. And I like a girl's taste too. I secrete a lot and so do you. You taste delicious."

"And you too, darling," Kathy said immediately, squeezing my hand real tightly. "I wish you could bottle it and send it to me after you're back in Washington...."

Supper table conversation was fairly dull, but only in contrast to the livelier activities beforehand and the anticipation of what was to come. I learned that Greg was raised in small towns in Louisiana and Alabama, but had spent most of the last three years going between Miami Beach and New York. He had won a statewide weightlifting contest during his senior year in high school, which was his first time in a city of any size.

The thirty-one-year-old wife of one of the judge's made a clandestine offer of fifty dollars if he would meet her later at a hotel. Thus began his life as a stud. He didn't go the homo route except on special occasions, but he was in great demand among homosexual males. When he was a kid at school, he was well known for his sexcapades, any girl whom he dated was automatically dubbed no longer a virgin.

Greg ran away from home after he graduated from high school and ended up in Miami as a lifeguard. Pretty soon, he was receiving offers from men and women both that were equal to a week's pay for just an hour or two of sex. One woman took him to New York for a visit and he made a lot of connections there. In fact, he only spent about a week in Miami during the summer, because the money in New York was better.

Of course, I told about my unusual life story, except that no sexual details were discussed in an erotic or explicit way. Not at dinner. And since Greg and Kathy kept right on talking whenever Rosalie came in to serve, I did too. By the time we were having a glass of Benedictine and Brandy after dessert, it was Kathy's turn to talk about herself, and the conversation became a little more frank.

"Would you believe that my father was a preacher until I was eleven years old?" she asked as a starter. "A real Bible-belter who would be convinced that his little daughter would go straight to hell if she ever so much as saw a penis before she was married-that was him. Oh, he's still that way, but some property his father left to him in West Texas was right in the middle of a big oil strike. He owns three oil producing companies, six refineries, and a religious publishing house now. He takes Mother with him to some world religious conclave overseas every summer. And that's when this little girl does more than see a 'nasty' old naked cock.

"I was only fifteen when Harry fucked me."

"You were so frigging afraid of doing the Lesbian bit," Greg interrupted after a gulp of his B and B, "but didn't you have a boyfriend who was getting some?"

"Naturally," Kathy said snobbishly. "I went steady with our quarterback ... our star quarterback. But it was only for show. He couldn't make me come. I was a girl-girl girl then. Harry never made me come at first either. You think you're so great, Greg ... you can't make me come by really fucking me, either. I've only been with one or two guys who could."

"Yeah ... but you love this muscle, baby!" Greg said with a confident grin, reaching down to his lap. "You were licking and 'oohing' and 'aahing' and sucking this cock like there was nothing else in the world. And you dig this tongue too. You told me last night I should specialize ... like doctors do. Me? I could be a tongue man. But it's this cock what does it, baby. Whether you can fuck it or not, you love it. You're proud as hell to show it off to a sexy girl like Vickie! Answer me! Tell the truth, you rich, perverted cunt!"

"Yes ... of course," Kathy admitted very casually, lighting a cigarette, "It's a novelty. It turns on people to look at it ... even if you can't fuck them with it. You're like a sideshow freak, Greg. If I owned a circus and had the best freaks of any other circus, I'd be very proud of my freaks."

"You cocksing queer! You fucking perverted little bitch!" Greg grunted at her like a wild animal as he got up and walked around the table. "Who's a sideshow freak? I'm honest. I know what I am, and I'm not afraid to admit it! Cunt!"

As he snarled the last word, Greg smashed Kathy across the face with the back of his hand, knocking both her drink glass and cigarette half the way across the dining room. The swinging door from the kitchen immediately opened and Harry entered. But not to protect Kathy. He and the maid had probably been observing everything through the slit between the door and the jamb. He merely picked up the burning cigarette and snuffed out a speck of live ashes on the carpet, then quickly exited.

"Cunt! Crazy little cunt!" Greg railed on, grabbing two large swatches of Kathy's red hair and causing her to scream as he lifted her from the table to a standing position. "You know how we treat cunts like you in Alabama? We fuck the shit out of them, then kick 'em out of the car buck naked about twelve miles from home!"

"Not with a freak cock like that, you didn't!" Ka thy said, keeping up her insults. "The only thing you ever fucked back home was a mare or a cow! Or ... maybe you preferred stallions ... you like to take on a man every now and then. Cocksucker!"

"Fucking little tramp!" Greg said, holding brutally onto one swatch of her hair and seeming to almost pull it from her scalp, as he smashed her across the face two or three times. "I ought to rape your little Lesbian cunt ... bust your fucking belly wide open!"

"You haven't got the guts ... you country bred ox!" she railed at him.

"Greg! Greg, please," I said, interrupting them by walking between the two and grasping his hand that was about to pull out almost half her hair. "If you want to prove anything with that cock of yours, fuck me with it and ... make Kathy watch! Make her want it so bad! Make her see how you can fuck me with it...."

"A seventeen-year-old kid!" Greg exclaimed, then stepped back and began to laugh uproariously. "Oh, you're a funny bird, Connie! Ha ha! Do you think Kathy wasn't loving every minute I was knocking the shit out of her? She loves it! She's a freaky masochist. You just spoiled her fun, kid!"

"No ... not at all," I responded in a very serious voice, explaining. "What more clever way could you really hurt Kathy than to force her to watch me being fucked all the way by that huge cock of yours. You know how much she wants it ... but in three years, you haven't been able to get it in her vagina and really fuck her. And ... in spite of your sadism and her masochism, you know that you'd never rape her with it and tear her open, and be likely to not only lose a little income each year, but get thrown in jail...."

"Hal You must be out a your mind, kid! I'd tear you apart with this," Greg protested. "Then the rap would be raping a minor I'm no dumb, country kid, Kathy. I've been around New York and Miami for three years now."

"All I've ever known is the big city," I shot back at him, determined to make them both see that I could take him on. "And I know your kind, Greg. You come from the backwoods or the mountains. Up where I live, we have our influxes of hillbillies from West Virginia, the Carolinas, Pennsylvania. And the Miami area has its share of your kind-semiliterate, backwoods guys with only one thing going for you ... what you've got hanging between your legs. I'm sorry, Greg, but the fact that you're hung like a horse doesn't show me anything. If you're man enough to really fuck me ... all right. But if you're just going to he around and grin ... with that shit-eating look on your silly face, while Connie and I suck The Greatest Cock on Earth' and play with it and lick it ... I think I might as well go back to Washington. Yes! I'll invite Kathy to go back with me. Dad can give her a good fucking ... she'll know she's been fucked when he gets through with her. And she'll love my beautiful mother ... and my younger sister, Vickie. Sure ... why don't you just go home ... lover-boy'?"

"Connie ... no," Kathy whispered to me, coming up by my side and putting her arm affectionately around my waist. "I love you, darling ... but I need him too. Can't you understand that? Don't make him go ... please?"

Greg undoubtedly heard the last part of her desperate plea because he was giving out with the most confident and secure smile I had seen yet. He looked from Kathy, in her flesh-tight hot pants and a bikini halter, to me, in a sporty miniskirt and matching panties and a colorful T-shirt. I was not wearing a bra, and my nipples contoured proudly through the sleek mod fabric.

"You're all bluff, Mr. Barkley!" I told Greg with a sneer, gazing down with contempt at the bulging crotch of his shorts. "You come on big! You wave that freaky cock around and people think you must be great. You're probably glad you are too big for most girls and women. That way ... you don't have to prove that you're a man!"

"Please, darling," Kathy pleaded with me, clutching my right hand in both of hers and on the verge of tears. "I can't ... can't lose both of you."

I knelt in front of Kathy's intoxicatingly sexy body and unzipped the side of her hot pants. She wore nothing underneath, and I pulled them all the way down her legs. Rosalie came in to clear the table and ask if we wanted more coffee, never batting an eye at our conduct.

"Get us a Thermos of strong, black coffee," Greg told her with a growing smirk to his expression. "I'm a Southern boy, Rosalie. I like my coffee like my women-black and hot. Ha ha! But if I can't have your ass ... I'll take the coffee black and hot, and fuck me a blonde bitch from Washington, D.C. Yeah ... I'll take your bluff, kid. Maybe you have had enough cocks in you to take all eleven inches of this....

Crudely, Greg unzipped the front of his shorts. He pulled down the shorts along with a very "heavy-duty" jock strap, and let his "arm-size" penis flip out hard, jutting toward his belly. While I knew that size alone had nothing to do with the way a man could please a girl while fucking her, I was fascinated by the size of it just as much as Kathy was.

Yes! She was showing him off as a "sideshow freak," but he did have something. Maybe "freak" wasn't the right word! I wanted to have him plain fuck me, and I had confidence in myself too. Kathy was the underdog, and I honestly felt sorry for her ... to a certain degree. But Greg was the challenge!. I knew, in the back of my mind, that Greg longed to fuck a girl, longed to prove to Kathy that he was something more than a novelty ... a sexual novelty with an eleven inch cock that he could pretty much control.

Greg recognized immediately that I was not putting him on. I knew I could take it, but I also knew that he wasn't going to be able to just ram that monster in me. It would take time, lubrication, and some sort of rapport between us. I could relax and let him go, but Kathy was too panicky, tense and excited. When Greg tried to fuck her, she tightened up. He couldn't get it in her. And I felt so very proud that I recognized that.

Somebody, I don't think it was my father, I think it was a doctor I had as a client once or twice in Washington, told me that if the female sex organs (mainly the vagina and its entrance) were lubricated and relaxed enough, a ten-year-old girl could take a thirty-year-old man with a larger than average cock! That had to be the secret of it, I figured. Kathy was too eager, and Greg was too indifferent to care!

I did feel like a "whore" for a moment, as I realized I knew more about sex than they did! But my knowledge was gained from doing, feeling. It was natural. As we walked upstairs to Kathy's bedroom, I knew that I was going to take his cock! I had to take it because I had put up the challenge and bragged too much!

Although we had been naked together almost the whole afternoon, I seemed to become more sexually alive as I undressed and watched them undress. Greg had off his shorts, undershorts and T-shirt in half a minute or less, and I found myself admiring his muscles. I had been with some men who looked the skinny "before" picture in body-building ads, but Greg was definitely the "after" type.

When Kathy finished undressing she went over to Greg and knelt, holding the huge penis with both hands, licking at the pee hole and pretending to talk to it:

"Oh, you nasty, big thing. Is big ol' you going to go in my sweetheart Connie's pussy-wussy? Don't hurt my darling's nice cunt ... because I want to suck all of your sweet cream out of her after you pump it into her. Um-mmm! You lovely thing!"

I lay down on the bed then as Greg directed. My ass and lower back were on one of the new "fucking cushions" that had just started to become popular then. It made a direct access to my cunt more comfortable and easy so that his cock would be more in alignment with my vagina.

I could tell, although I was very nervous and anxious myself, that what we were about to do was upsetting to Kathy. She had been trying to take his cock for three years. That made me a little more fearful also. Could I take it?

Kathy hid her envy by flitting around the room and trying to be helpful. She found a tube of K-Y jelly, but decided that my pussy needed to be sucked by her for initial lubrication. She got on the bed and knelt between my legs, licking and sucking me to two orgasms. At the same time, Greg was standing at the foot of the bed and playing with her projected ass and pussy.

He pulled the big buttocks apart and blew into her anus, causing Kathy to twist and writhe. He investigated her oozing cunt with his fingers, then managed to turn around and lean backwards until his head was under her crotch and he could suck her cunt as well as her asshole, depending on how she pivoted her hips.

"Spit in it, Kathy!" I told her with breathless excitement. "Make it so juicy that the big end of a baseball bat would go in it! I want Greg's cock to fuck me! Promise to fuck me, Greg. I don't care if it hurts! Hold me down and rape me with your cock!"

I had become almost hysterical as a combination of the extreme nervous tension, the idea of taking such a huge cock from a good-looking man, and the mobile liquid pressure that Kathy's well experienced tongue was putting on my ultrasensitive clit.

"Okay, damnit!" Greg responded, standing up from his awkward position and tossing the tube of lubricant back to Kathy. "You grease her pussy up good. Get plenty of it down there by the entrance to her vagina and down in her vagina ... then you can grease up my prick."

I was trembling slightly, holding back the urge to shudder and crack up. I saw Greg slowly stroking his arm-sized cock, letting his hand just run up and down the bottom of the shaft until the whole thing throbbed, then taking his hand away. The head was a purple-red and the pee hole, I swear it's the truth, winked at me. The big veins were swollen up and down the length of the handsome thing, and his heavy set of balls dangled like bells below.

Kathy squeezed about a fourth of the new tube of K-Y onto the fingers of her right hand. I reached down to help by holding open the lips to my pussy. I leaned over to watch as Kathy spread the entire amount from her fingers into my cunt. And then she smeared it all around my inner lips, up over my clit with a nice feeling, and then deeper after hitting all the vulva flesh with generous amounts.

I was breathing so heavily, my eyes going from my pussy to Greg's prick, and then to the look of pure, male conceit on his face, the smile that seemed to always say, "I've got the greatest cock in the world-women pay me two hundred dollars just to look at it and play with it for a while...."

Kathy squeezed the tube again, loading her fingers with another fourth of the tube and stuffing it up into my vagina. The vulva of my pussy looked as if it was just one huge glob of lubricant until she very efficiently pushed most of it deeper and out of sight.

"Come on, you stupid cunt!" Greg snarled impatiently. "You got her lubed up so much you could drive a VW in there. Here ... put some on the prick, baby. Grease me, baby! Grease me ... ha ha! Oooh, that feels good!"

Kathy had almost emptied the tube into the palm of her right hand and then used both hands to spread the slippery lubricant all over his cock, rubbing into the most vital areas and leaving a generous amount spread over the head. But she had to have just a little fun herself, so she squeezed out the last bit from the tube and put in on the shaft, spreading it with both hands in a masturbating motion.

"Hey, cunt! Cut that out!" Greg yelled, whacking her across the face with his strong right hand and making her fall to the floor sobbing. "Look, cunt ... if you'd made me shoot off then ... I'd have cut off your hair! I'd have put a hot soldering iron up your lousy, perverted cunt!"

"You damn braggart!" I yelled at him, so disturbed that I would do and say anything to get action! "If you want to talk ... go ahead. I want to see if you're man enough to fuck me with that monster of cock!"

Greg immediately shut his mouth. He got up on the bed between my thighs and gestured to Kathy to guide his slippery cock toward my hairy blonde cunt. Of course, she was very willing. And I suddenly seemed more confident as the head of his cock slid into the vulva area of my pussy.

And then he pushed! When he did it the first time, I knew! I knew I couldn't take something so big into my vagina. But! I wanted it! I had to have him fuck me. I pushed forward with all my might. I felt the head banging at my vaginal entrance. I even felt it almost penetrate ... and I was like Kathy, begging and pleading with him to stop (the pain was terrible, excruciating, awful, but I don't think I really wanted him to stop).

I was perspiring all over and so was Greg. Kathy stood beside the bed, kissing Greg and encouraging him to try to get it a little bit farther in. She would put her soft cheeks against mine too, and kiss me passionately with her tongue and lips.

And she whispered to me; "Connie ... I want to see him fuck you! I'm playing with myself, Connie. I'm coming, Connie. I love you, Connie. Oh, Connie ... I've never seen my precious Greg fuck a girl. Please let him get in you! You're my sweetheart ... not like the others...."

Greg tried slow and easy penetrations, which only made me moan and sigh. He attempted forceful thrusts to get his massive cock into me. And I screamed from the awful pain! I knew he was going to tear me open! I wasn't relaxed enough!

"You know ... I think we could all use a drink," he suggested finally, mopping the sweat off his brow with a towel Kathy had slavishly brought to him (and she wiped off my facial perspiration too). I'll go down and fix them. We'll all be more relaxed. Connie ... I know I can get in there without tearing it. You've just got to be more relaxed. I ... I think a good drink would be good for all of us. What shall we have ... huh?"

"Gin and lime ... something like a Tom Collins," I said.

"Good," Kathy said. "Very cooling ... and put plenty of lime in it. We're out of Vodka ... or I'd prefer that."

"Three gins with plenty of lime!" Greg said, an odd smile on his face as he left the room.

Kathy and I said very little while he was gone. She mentioned that she wanted to see Greg fuck me only because of her "unorthodox" sex instincts, but that she would not let him hurt me. Kathy also asked if she could visit me and my family when she took a trip up to Washington. Before I replied with a very eager "yes" (knowing that both Mother and Dad would love to screw her and do her), Greg was back with our drinks, very gracious in manners as he handed me my glass and Kathy hers. I should have realized then that he was acting out of character. But it was such a logical suggestion that we all relax with a drink.

"Maybe next year," Kathy suggested after two large gulps from the very strong drinks Greg had made, "Greg and I should both come up to Washington and spend the summer with your family. I can just see your mother and sisters and you and ... all loving and licking Greg's cock at the same time."

"Yeah ... I've had that before," Greg spoke up boastfully. "These six married cunts from Houston. They were all thirty to forty years old-that's why I know I'd like to fuck with your mother, Connie, because gals that age really dig my cock-I made a thousand bucks staying with them in this house they rented for about three days. Not a one of the bitches got away without finally getting my cock!"

I was feeling very tense and impatient. I wondered why they wanted to talk so much. It occurred to me that I had just been sipping on my drink, and they were waiting until I got loosened up and relaxed more. So, I finished it, drained the glass in four large swallows. I could feel it hitting me, and I thought again about how strong it was. He must have made it half gin, I thought.

Greg looked at me and then moved toward me. I kept blinking my eyes because they couldn't focus on his face. His mouth, lips, eyes, nose, cheeks, hair were all a big blob I I rubbed my eyes to see if I had some dirt in them or something. I looked toward Kathy, but she was just a big blob too. I moved forward, trying to say something....

The doctor was a man in his late thirties. He had a beard and mustache, but a very personal and intimate smile. I was a little nervous about the examination and what he might have to do. But it had been eight weeks since my last period. I knew that it could be nervousness, fear, or just some sort of physical thing, something very temporary, something he could treat easily and quickly.

I had to trust the doctor. Daddy said he was the very best in Washington, and quite legitimate. His office was beautiful and the waiting room was poshly furnished, the receptionist perfect in dress and manners. And the building that housed his office was right in the medical area around 18th & I Streets. He had to be good. There was an "M.D." by his name on the door, just like all the rest of them in the building. And his degree was hanging there on the wall-"Doctor of Medicine"-from one of the best universities in the country.

"How many times would you estimate you have had penile or lingual penetration of your vulva and vaginal area in the last few weeks ... eight weeks? No! The last twelve weeks!" he asked me directly, clinically.

"I guess once or twice a day," I admitted, as he did know about my sex life. "But ... how could I get pregnant by someone cun ... cunt-clinic ... you know what I mean...?"

"Sucking your pussy?" he said as a question, a more intimate smile spreading his beard and mustache. "Yes, I should speak more plainly ... sophisticatedly. Your question is easily answered. You do go to a lot of fucking and sucking orgies with several people do you not?"

"Yes."

"So do I ... so does my wife ... and daughter," he stated, gesturing with his hands and grinning at me, looking at my thigh exposure offered by the mini I was wearing. "At one party, my wife made my daughter pregnant by eating her cunt!"

"Doctor! That's impossible!"

"Ha ha!" he laughed, then explained, "My wife had just finished sucking off an old friend of mine ... a fraternity brother from university days. Right after that, we wanted to watch my wife suck my daughter's pussy. It's a most pleasant sight. And there were some minute deposits of sperm still in her mouth and on her tongue. Thus, while my wife was down doing my daughter and licking up deep into her cunt with her lips and tongue ... boom! One of the little spermatozoon bastards swam right back to her cervix and impregnated my daughter!"

"How ... did my urine test come out?"

"Negative," he replied crisply, then buzzed for his nurse, a lovely brunette just out of school. "But I don't trust them. The tests are not 100% perfect.

Step into the next room and get up on the table after you strip. I'll give you a pelvic."

What a strange nurse's uniform! The pretty brunette was wearing an opaque, almost sheer, nylon garment ... and nothing else! I could see the big patch of dark cunt hairs, the rosy tips of her nipples. I liked her figure, and I felt very impulsive!

"May I see your cunt?" I asked.

"Yes, but just for a moment," she replied, holding the uniform up to her navel. "I'd like you to eat it, since I haven't masturbated for over an hour ... but the doctor's in a hurry to examine you."

She had the most beautiful pair of legs I had ever seen. I kept staring at them and her large pussy lips, as I took off my clothes. When I was naked and knelt to lass them, the doctor walked in.

"Up on the table, Miss Wilson!" he ordered, his ultra-friendly manner momentarily gone. "Get your feet in the stirrups there, legs apart. I'll strap you down at the ankles. The nurse will tie your hands at the side there."

"But ... I've never been strapped to the table like this before," I objected, but seemed helpless to stop them. 'Why are you doing this?"

"Oh, you have a very pretty cunt too, Miss Wilson," the nurse said after shackling my hands. "May I suck her when you're finished, doctor?"

"Yes, of course," he told her impatiently. "You suck all the rest of them, don't you? You've sucked eleven cunts today already ... every patient I've had.

Go ahead ... suck her tit while I'm checking her snatch here."

The nurse was just wonderful! She made me feel so sexy when she sucked my breasts and nipples, pulling them into her mouth and telling me afterward how sexy I was. She kissed me right on the mouth and tongued me, letting her wetness invade my own mouth. The doctor's hands were working on my clit, then playing around in my pussy until I was ready to come.

And then suddenly, I had the most awful pain in my vagina! It was terrible! I screamed until I thought I would die! I looked down and saw that he had rammed his whole forearm into my cunt and was fucking me with it. Blood was spurting out of my cunt lips all around his arm. But he didn't notice or care. He just smiled at me ghoulishly and told me what a "cunty" vagina I had!

"Stop! Stop!" I screamed. "You're going to kill me!"

"He's just fucking you in his special way," the pretty nurse told me, toying with my navel. "You can be sure you won't have a baby now."

For the first time, I noticed that both the nurse and the doctor were wearing little blue nameplates on the fronts of their white uniforms. "That can't be your real name!" I said to the nurse. "This must be some kind of joke!"

The name on the little blue background of the plastic piece read: "Miss CD. Clitoris, R.N."

She only smiled at me.

"And, Doctor!" I said looking at his nameplate. "That can't be your real name!" His nameplate read: "B.A. Fucker, M.D." He only smiled at me.

And then the horrible pain started jabbing at my vaginal area again as I saw his huge arm go in and out. I couldn't see too well my eyes were becoming bleary, and my head was swimming around in an ocean of my own blood!

It wasn't real! I was passing out, but I could still see bare outlines of their bodies and faces. The wonderful kisses and nipple sucking of the pretty nurse were helping a little bit to ease the pain in my vagina, to make the sensation a little sexual as well as painful. But the blood!

"The blood! I'm bleeding to death!" I screamed "Save me!"

"What the hell blood are you talking about, baby!" an excited and conceited male voice replied. 'We made it, Connie! It's in ... and I'm fucking you with it."

"It's so beautiful to watch," the soft voice at my ear lilted prettily."

I kept blinking my eyes until things came into focus better. I looked down at my pussy. It wasn't anyone's arm that was screwing me! It was Greg's giant cock. It hurt, but not nearly so much as before. He was going in and out slowly, the fit so tight I could feel every pulsation of his penis in my vagina. And there was no blood! No sign of blood anywhere!

"What ... what happened?" I puzzled, moving my hips gently with the slow rhythm of the huge cock.

"He played a dirty trick on you," Kathy said, leaning over my face and giving me a luscious, red, hard nipple to suck "I was mad at him at first, but so happy it's turned this way."

"That Tom Collins you had was loaded with knockout drops, Connie," Greg admitted, smiling at me with that terribly conceited look. "You were too damn tense, but I knew when I had gotten inside before that you would open up once you relaxed. Why waste time ... wait for you to drink half a bottle of booze and get drunk. Oh, baby, you've got a great, tight, hot pussy. In a few days, you can take this cock with only natural lubrication. Man! What if your fucking family could see you now!"

As he continued to fuck me, my whole body began to turn on to him. He put his body closer to mine and kissed my lips, French kissing them as his cock continued to excite me to the brink. The hugeness of it overwhelmed me! And when I looked up into his face, the conceit seemed to have temporarily vanished.

"I'm going to come now, Connie," he whispered. T hope you love the feeling as much as I do."

"Greg! Greg!" I screamed, throwing my arms around his muscular back and moving my hips up to meet his.

I could feel it enlarge until it truly tested the strength of my vaginal walls, and then it began to come out. The fit so tight that each shot of his come crawled quickly up the sides of his cock and oozed out through my lips. We kissed and hugged until it was all over. It must have lasted five minutes. It was beautiful.

And I had a completely different attitude toward Greg after that.