Chapter 3

At a little after five, Vanessa and Peggy climbed the stairs to Hal's room. The door was ajar, and Vanessa could see milling bodies in the crack. She raped on it lightly, and immediately it was opened from the inside.

"Hi, I'm Gary," said a medium sized boy with sandy hair and the remnants of a few freckles around his nose. "I live across the hall Actually, I'm Hal's doorman."

"I'm Vanessa, and this is Peggy," Vanessa said. She felt Gary's eyes wander at chest level from herself to her roommate. 'Is Hal around?"

"Sure," said Gary. He started to turn, but just then Hal appeared from the other room. "There he is," Gary said.

Hal strode over to them quickly. "Hi," he said. '!Glad you made it" He glanced behind him at the bar to check his stock. "What'll you have? Scotch, bourbon, gin, rum..."

"You got me with the first shot," Peggy said.

"Scotch?"

"On the rocks."

"A professional drinker, eh?"

"Oh, I do a little bit of everything," Peggy said.

"Is that so?" Hal asked.

Already the atmosphere was thickening.

"I'll have the same," Vanessa said. Then, "Is this one of the parties where your gallery is open?"

"Yeah," said Hal, glancing at Peggy to see whether she knew what Vanessa was talking about.

"I thought I'd acquaint my roommate with the kind of people you have to deal with around here."

"You don't have to deal with them..."

"You do if you want to have any fun," Vanessa laughed.

"Okay, I'll bring your drinks in there."

"Thanks," said Vanessa, and she started to drag Peggy along.

"Where are we going?" Peggy asked. "What gallery?"

"You'll see." In a moment Vanessa pushed open the door.

"Holy shit," she gasped, on seeing the walls plastered with photos.

For the next thirty seconds, Peggy's eyes wandered around the room, totally fascinated and absorbed, Vanessa's eyes followed those of her roommate.

"This stuff is really great," Peggy said. "Not only is it sexy-some if it's really beautiful. In fact, most of it"

"Thanks for the compliment," said Hal's voice behind them.

"Oh," Peggy said, "did you do all these?"

"Every one," Hal said, handing them drinks. "By the way," he said to Vanessa, I've got some stuff to show you privately."

Vanessa laughed. That's okay," she said. "I don't mind if Peggy sees it."

"What're you talking about?" Peggy asked.

"Pictures Hal took of me last night, I assume," Vanessa replied.

"Yeah," Hal smiled. "They really came out beautifully."

"Can we see them now?" Vanessa asked.

"Well, if you don't want anybody else to see them, maybe you should wait till later."

"I don't care that much. Well look at them in here, and if anyone stumbles in, it's their tough luck."

"Okay," said Hal. "Whatever you want I don't think there are too many with your face in them anyhow." He went off to get the photos.

Peggy turned from staring at a close-up of a pale, pink cunt with the hard stub of a clitoris protruding forthrightly from it. "Now I see how the hell you got checked out last night," she said with a wry smile.

"Yeah," Vanessa said. "But wait till you see these pictures."

"I'm waiting," said Peggy. She pinched Vanessa discretely in the ass. Vanessa giggled and looked around. There was no one directly in front of the door, so she swung it shut and grabbed one of Peggy's tits.

Peggy shook loose and backed away, laughing. "Keep your paws off me, you raving dyke," she giggled.

"Pussy," growled Vanessa, "I want pussy. And I'm going to get it!" She lunged at Peggy and caught her leg. As Peggy reached down to try to loosen her hold, she shot the other hand and grabbed Peggy's pussy... and both of them toppled over onto the bed.

Just then the door swung open.

"Shit," giggled Vanessa, her hand caught for the moment in Peggy's underwear.

The door closed quickly. It was Hal.

"Jesus," he said, "I leave you two alone for thirty seconds and look what happens. I thought you just met each other."

"We did," said Peggy, wriggling away from Vanessa and turning her back to adjust her mangled underwear. "But we got to know each other pretty well."

"So I see. Anyhow," Hal went on, "here are the pictures. I'm going out to keep the rest of the people company for a while." Then he was gone.

Vanessa was holding an immense pile of pictures fn her hand. On top were several contact sheets, with strips of tiny pictures on them. Many were circled, marked for enlargement As her eyes glanced down the pages, she practically saw a movie of the activities of the night before-until the time Hal had put down his camera.

Peggy looked eagerly over her shoulder. "Damn," she kept saying, "are those some fine pictures. I mean, they make all those girlie magazines-even those really slick ones-look like amateur junk."

"Hal's good all right," Vanessa admitted. But she was too captivated by the novel view of herself that the camera's eye had given her to say more. She was beginning, for the first time, to feel like a real woman. The textures of the pictures reminded her of basic things. They were almost like landscapes, and her body had become a varied terrain, with mountains, forests, hills, canyons, and deserts. She felt like a Lilliputian exploring a female Gulliver-except that the Gulliver was not tied down.

She settled on one close-up of a breast. The nipple was puffy and swollen, and she could almost see the nerve-ends in it vibrating with the high pitch of pleasure, sending back waves of passion to her brain that rolled over all her thought and turned her into a quivering mass of expectant protoplasm. The picture was taken at such an angle that only the mound of the breast, backed up by a smooth, almost sandy-looking desert of her stomach, that curved and disappeared against the stark background of the floor beneath. She felt as though she was looking at a moonscape. The atmosphere seemed nonexistent, and she imagined the pure and perfect shapes floating free in space. But the usual sterility of such scenes was negated by that one puffy nipple, which made the whole picture come together in one throbbing point.

An exclamation from Peggy cut short her reverie. "I'll be damned," Peggy breathed. "Now I see why you never had pills."

"What do you mean?" asked Vanessa, as though she had just been awakened from a deep sleep.

"Last night, you were a virgin," Peggy said-without a trace of the mockery or condescension that Vanessa would perhaps have expected. Peggy was holding a blow-up of Vanessa's cunt-and the thick ring of her hymen stood out boldly in front of the Barrow, constricted opening.

"Oh, yeah," said Vanessa, "I forgot about those pictures."

Peggy looked up. "You thought I was going to give you shit about that?"

"Well," said Vanessa, I knew you'd be nice about It..."

"Look," said Peggy, Tm not into feeling superior just because I lost my virginity a couple of years ago instead of now. Who knows-maybe it would have been better if I'd held onto it for a while. Besides, that's a really beautiful picture. It's one of the greatest combinations of innocence and complete openness that I've ever seen. It's really fine."

Vanessa relaxed and looked at the picture. "Yeah, it is nice, isn't it? Besides, if I was going to lose it, Tm land of glad it was captured on film."

"I'm just sorry Hal was here before I was," Peggy said. "I would have liked to work my tongue into that" She pointed to the narrow space within the hymen's circle. "Let's look at some more. But I'm warning you-I'm getting pretty horny."

"You ought to offer to model for Hal," Vanessa suggested. "He'd fix you up."

Peggy sounded dubious as she leafed through the pictures. "I don't know how good I'd be. My body isn't as nice as yours."

"Bullshit," said Vanessa. "Besides, even if your body wasn't better than mine-Hal could make the fat lady in the circus look like Brigit Bardot. I mean-these pictures are me, but you'd really have to have the vision of an artist to see me this way. After all-I'm just a teenager from Arizona, and these are pictures of some kind of exotic goddess. I mean-look at this one."

She bad picked a shot of her ass, in which the mounds of her buttocks looked like the walls of a great canyon. She had been bent over, facing away from the camera, probably on her hands and knees. At the very bottom of the picture, the smooth, tight circle of her ass-hole looked like a well or a dry spring in a riverbed parched by the sun. The shapes were abstract to perfection. It almost looked like a sculpture.

"Yeah," said Peggy. "I don't know how he manages to make people look so sexy and so pure at once. That's sort of the common denominator between all these pictures." She swept her hand in a vague circle, indicating the pictures on the walls about them. "Somehow, lots of them manage to isolate one central thing--like a nipple, or an ass-hole-and make it seem like a center of sensuality in the middle of a vast realm of... nothing."

Vanessa looked at Peggy briefly, and Peggy laughed. "You can tell I've been trained to dish out critical bullshit," she laughed. "That's what all that private schooling will do to you. You can bullshit about anything."

"I don't think that's bullshit," Vanessa said. "I think it's true. I wonder if Hal does that consciously, or if he just frames things that way by instinct I can really see what you mean-although I never would have thought of it myself."

Just then the door opened. "Everybody decent?" Hal's voice asked.

The girls looked up. "Yeah," Peggy said. "These pictures are more than decent-they're incredible,"

"Thanks," Hal said, blushing slightly.

"Will you do some of me?" Peggy asked.

Hal was somewhat taken aback by her frankness. "Sure," he said, trying to sound offhanded about it Vanessa could feel Hal's eyes penetrating Peggy's clothing, and from between her legs she felt a vague stirring. Pictures of Peggy in various positions before the camera flashed before her eyes, and she suddenly realized that she was beginning to see the world differently-through the lens of a camera, with various scenes framed and composed as though they were already collapsed into two dimensions and printed on shiny paper. The only thing that retained its three-dimensional reality was the sensuality that pervaded the atmosphere. She was willing to bet that you could never get all that on film.

"If you want," Hay was saying, "we can shoot some tonight"

"Can Vanessa come?" Peggy asked.

"That's a silly question," said Hal. "Are you afraid she'd put her foot in the fountain of my monumental creativity?"

Peggy laughed, "I guess not." She sipped her scotch.

"Why don't you two girls leave this wonderland of tits and cunts for a while and come out and meet some people." Hal opened the door, and they filed out into the outer room, which by now was packed with students. The only person in the whole room that Vanessa knew was Gary, from across the hall. He was talking to a rather weird looking guy with hair down to his shoulders, a full beard, and a motorcycle jacket -the old fashioned kind with stars on the shoulders and zippers everywhere. Hal disappeared. Vanessa took Peggy over to where Gary was.

"Hi," said Gary, in an easy voice in which Vanessa noticed just a hint of a Southern drawl. "This is Paul. He just buzzed in from Florida."

"Do you really have a bike," Peggy asked Paul, "or do you just have the jacket?"

Paul led them over to the window. "That's my machine," he said, gesturing to the courtyard below.

"Wow," said Peggy.

"You dig bikes?"

"Yeah," she said. "You chop it yourself?"

"Yeah."

Vanessa glanced down at the huge chopper, glistening from headlight to tailpipes, with imagine tooled leather saddle bags, a teardrop gas tank painted in luminescent colors to look as if fire was shooting from its front, and a wide leather seat that looked like an armchair.

"What is it?" Vanessa asked.

Peggy answered. "Bonneville. Triumph, 650 ccs. Looks like a '71."

Paul glanced at her admiringly. "Chick knows her bikes," he said over his shoulder to Gary. Then he turned to Peggy. "Want to take a ride?"

"Not right now," she said. "I got dumped off a Beeza last year and my head hasn't quite got over it. This guy took a jump at seventy and came down on some sand. Scattered us all over creation. Since then I don't drive anything but my own bike."

"Oh yeah? What do you have?"

"Nothing much. A Honda 350. Left it in New York."

"That's a nice bike for a chick. Not too heavy, moves out nice, and never needs work."

"Yeah," Peggy agreed. "You must have to tune that mother up every week."

"Had to redo the timing twice on the way up here," Paul said "British bikes are really loose." Then he turned to Vanessa. "How about you... want a ride?"

Vanessa was unsure. She turned to Peggy. "What happened to you when you had that accident?"

"I skidded about fifty yards on my ass."

"You wear leathers?" Paul asked.

"Used to. About the time I got done skidding I didn't have them any more. But at least I had the skin on my ass,"

"That's what they're for. I got some leathers you wear," Paul said, turning to Vanessa. "How about it?"

Vanessa turned to Peggy. "Go ahead," Peggy said. Then she turned back to Paul "Don't take it too fast," she told him. "I have a feeling this is her first time."

A few minutes later Vanessa was in Paul's room on the second floor. He rummaged through a drawer and pulled out leather pants and a jacket He just sat there, and Vanessa guessed it didn't make any difference if she changed in front of him. She was wishing she'd worn slacks instead of a dress, but she thought what the hell, and slipped the dress off, with her back to Paul.

Paul was sipping a beer, "You've got a nice ass," he said.

"I thought we were going for a ride," Vanessa replied.

"We are. Just put on the leathers and well get going."

Reassured-or perhaps somewhat challenged-Vanessa turned to face him, her breasts bouncing slightly, as she pulled on the pants.

"Nice tits, too."

"Thanks."

"Here," he said, throwing a T-shirt her way. "Put this on under the jacket" A. few moments later Vanessa took her place behind Paul on the bike. As she was about to put on the helmet Paul had given her, she heard Peggy's voice from above.

"We're going to dinner in about half an hour," Peggy yelled. "Well meet you in the dining hall."

"Okay," Vanessa yelled back. Then they were off. Paul kicked the big bike over, and suddenly it shot forward. Vanessa wasn't quite ready, and slammed back in the seat. She grabbed Paul around the waist instinctively, and then realized it was time to open her eyes. The grass was speeding by beneath them, the wind was whipping at her, and the roar of the big engine filled her ears, rising and falling as Paul ran through the gears. They bounced down onto the road, roared out of the school's front gate, and they were gone.

For the next half hour, Vanessa had the strange mixture of feelings that comes from being at once completely free and completely dependent on someone. The bike plunged forward off the road about Eve minutes and onto a dirt trail that ran up a hillside. Vanessa felt as if the bike was splitting the world in half as it slashed between underbrush and trees. In a few moments Paul came to the crest of the hill and guided the bike down toward a pond that glistened in a hollow. He circled the pond on the dirt path a few times, and then brought it up short in a cloud of dust.

"That was fantastic," said Vanessa, "You really feel loose on a bike," Paul agreed. "Want to take a dip before we head back?"

Vanessa thought briefly of saying that she didn't have a bathing suit. But the water was very inviting, and she realized briefly that that would be ridiculous in this environment, where seemingly looseness was taken for granted.

"Sure," she said. "But it'll have to be quick-we've got to get back for dinner."

Before she'd finished, Paul had stripped off his shirt In another second, his naked body was arching over the water in a low, flat dive. It took Vanessa another few minutes to undress. She ran her hands over her body, realizing that she felt completely relaxed. Paul was splashing in the water twenty feet away. She waded in and paddled toward him.

"Ever fuck in the water?" Paul asked her.

Two days earlier, all this would have blown Vanessa's mind. Now, it was almost routine. She was beginning to realize how quickly one could adapt to a completely new world.

"No," she said simply, "Do we have time?"

"It's up to you," Paul said. "I mean, I'd like it, but I don't want to hassle you."

Vanessa floated briefly on the surface. "Who owns this pond?"

"The school Nobody comes here but kids. In a few days, when all the upperclassmen get back, it'll be pretty crowded in the afternoons. Now-you can see it's pretty deserted."

Vanessa swam over to Paul. Remembering all the years she'd spent in high school with stark raving, horny guys pawing at her, she could hardly believe she was skinny-dipping with a guy who didn't really care too' much whether they fucked or swam.

"Lets try it," she said. She reached down in the water and found Paul's cock. She had noticed when he was undressing that it was big, and now, as she felt it, it was partially erect.

"Mmmmmm," Paul said, relaxing as her hands went to work. She felt his fingers probing her cunt as the water crept into her buttocks and sloshed around her tits, "Let's go into shallower water," Paul suggested.

The paddled in to where they could stand. Vanessa hardly expected any great enjoyment for herself out of the event, but she figured Paul would have a good time, and-why not?

But as soon as she felt Paul's rod creeping up her leg and nudging her pussy, she felt an unexpected wave of desire wash over her. She moaned slightly and leaned back, spreading her legs. Paul's rod floated between them, and in a second she felt an easy rhythm carrying her away.

It seemed as if they fucked forever, floating on the calm waters, with the shiny bike angled on its kick-stand on the shore, and their clothes draped across its handlebars. The trees waved in a light breeze, their leaves turning over and becoming white, twinkling like stars. After a while, Vanessa's body began to tense. Feeling it, Paul mounted "her a little higher, rubbing his cock deliciously against her clit. "Oh yeah," she murmured, feeling the muscles ripple in his back as she held him tightly, "Oh yeah... don't stop... just like that..."

From far away, she could feel a climax coming. It was as if the whole pond was gathering in a great wave, ready to break onto the shore like an ocean swell, The tempo rose, and she could feel, even in the water, Paul's body trembling and warming. She could feel his climax coming too; she could feel a stream of come about to break into the lake, about to fertilize all the acres of water that surrounded them. It was as though Paul was fucking the lake, and she was the lake, and the shore was convulsing. Suddenly her body took its own course; her pussy clamped down hard on Paul's organ, squeezing it for all it was worth. Paul was breathing hard, pumping her like crazy- and then she came. She came in a long series of grasping, thrusting motions. Her insides opened up, and she could feel Paul's prick jumping uncontrollably within her. Then the hot jet of sperm blasted her, sending her into yet another series of ecstatic convulsions. The water churned and splashed, and Paul's breathing was like a hurricane wind. She was completely lost in her climax, sucking Paul's cock with her cunt, drawing every last bit of sperm out of it. Finally she drew a deep breath, and, at the same instant as Paul's body went limp and began to float easily, his cock still buried in her, she let herself go and allowed the water to carry her.

From far away, she could hear a bird singing. The noise of rustling leaves penetrated to her. She broke away from Paul. Suddenly she felt very empty, as her cunt closed on itself and Paul's organ drifted away. But her body was spent and satisfied. She felt her toes touch bottom. Almost in a daze, she wandered onto the shore, dripping from head to toe, spattering the dusty ground with droplets that made tiny dark spots of mud. She lay down on the grass. Paul joined her, and they spent an instant resting and looking up through the trees at the clouds that passed overhead.

"Nice," said Paul, smiling warmly at her. "Sometimes you dream about things like this happening- two people just coming together, completely accidentally, completely freely, and making-making really beautiful love."

Vanessa was surprised at the depth of Paul's feeling betrayed in his words. She was even more surprised that she agreed with him. She had been brought up to think that, in order for two people to make really beautiful love, they had to have known each other for ages. She said nothing. She simply smiled back at him. Then she rose and went over to the bike. She could feel Paul's eyes on her back, running from the top of her head to the heels of her feet, stopping on her wet buttocks as they quivered slightly in the cool breeze. She bent over and looked at him between her legs.

"You've got a nice ass," Paul said.

I think I've heard that somewhere before," she said, fastening her eyes on his upside down image.

Paul got up. "Guess it's time to split," he said. "I've already been split," Vanessa said, not the slightest bit embarrassed at the bad pun.

"You're going to get eaten too," Paul said, 'If we don't get back in time for dinner."

Vanessa straightened up, turned to him, and reached down to her pussy. She opened its lips with her fingers, and gazed at the pink flesh. "I wouldn't mind that either," she said. Paul dropped to his knees before her and nibbled at her clit. Then he licked up and down the inner lips of her pussy.

"That feels so good," Vanessa murmured.

Paul stood up. "More to come," he said, reaching for his clothes. "But not right now."

"Right," Vanessa said dreamily, and began to dry herself with her T-shirt. In a moment they were both dressed. Holding the damp T-shirt in her hand, Vanessa wrapped her arms around Paul. The bike motor roared and grumbled, and they were off.

Fifteen minutes later, Paul and Vanessa joined Hal, Peggy, and Gary in the school dining hall-which was sparsely filled, with only a little over a fourth of the student body on hand, Vanessa's long hair was still wet.

"Looks like you two got rained on," Hal they sat down.

"No," Paul said. "We wiped out in a puddle."

"I bet I know which one, too," Hal returned.

Paul said nothing. He dug into his meal Vanessa shook her head to get the damp hair out of her face. Peggy gave her a knowing smile. "Where's the swimming hole?" Peggy asked.

"Down the road and over a hill," Vanessa answered. It's beautiful Trees all around, and the water's beautiful"

"You'll have to take me."

"I bet Paul would volunteer," Vanessa speculated, with a glance in Paul's direction.

"Once a day's enough," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "What do you think I am-superman?"

"I don't know about that," Hal broke in, "but I'm sure as hell beginning to suspect that she's super-woman." He was pointing to Vanessa.

"Just beginner's luck," she said, with as straight a face as she could manage.

"Let's change the subject," said Peggy. "I brought you that stuff from registration... have you decided which courses to take?"

Vanessa took a few pamphlets from Peggy and slipped a sheet of paper out of one that seemed to relate to courses. "Yeah," she said. "Probably English, French, math, chemistry, and philosophy."

"It says here," Peggy noted, "that you can make a request for which sections you want to be in."

"Let's see," Vanessa said, looking over some charts. She ate a little more, and then took a pen from her purse and began writing. "This should take about five minutes." She began to write in course names on a schedule form. "Math I, chemistry I, English 1A... let's see. Professors. Jamison, Chisholm, Daltoa... oh yeah. Let's put down Dalton. Now..."

"I'm beginning to see what you mean," said Paul to Hal.

"What?" asked Vanessa, glancing up.

"Superwoman," said Hal.

"I thought we changed the subject," Peggy interjected.

"Yeah," said Vanessa. "What are you talking about?"

"Dalton," Hal said. "How is it that you requested him?"

"You guys all have dirty minds," Peggy accused, "One track minds, too."

"You don't like the track?" asked Paul.

"I didn't say that..."

"Well," Hal insisted, "why did you put down Dalton?"

Vanessa giggled. "I don't know."

"Well, you won't have too much luck with him," Hal offered. "He's straight as an arrow."

"Wish his old lady was a little crooked," Paul observed.

"Yeah," Hal agreed. He turned to the girls. "Mrs. Dalton is quite a chick. You'll notice her around. But her husband-he may look sexy, but he's like a fucking block of ice."

"I never fucked a block of ice," Peggy muttered.

"Hell with it," said Vanessa. "He's probably a good teacher." Hal and Paul laughed.

After dinner, Paul and Gary drifted away. Hal and the girls sat for half an hour drinking coffee and talking. Finally Peggy said, "Is it picture-taking time?"

Hal rolled up Ms napkin and stood up. "Whenever you're ready."

Vanessa felt strange walking across the grass with Peggy and Hal toward his room. The others-they were all going somewhere else. They were going back to their rooms, out to movies, to the library... they were doing all those things that freshmen did, But the three of them-it was as if they were on another planet. They climbed the steps to Hal's room, closed the door, and sat down.

The ritual of the night before repeated itself. First the drinks, then some grass, and then the tripods and lights and cameras started to come out. This time Vanessa, floating in a mist of smoke, was a spectator.

Hal started on Peggy the same way he'd started on Vanessa. He shot nearly two rolls of film before she was down to her underwear. The flesh of her breasts heaved, and the immense nipples swelled, as Peggy slipped off her blouse and stood before Hal in her panties.

Vanessa was even more stoned than she'd been the night before. She was hypnotized by the sight of Peggy's tits. As Hal shot pictures of them from all angles, she felt herself being aroused. She spilled her hand down and pulled up her dress. Then, moving her hand up her leg slowly, teasing herself, she reached her crotch and drew the cloth of her underpants aside. The wetness of her cunt surprised her; her fingers worked into the slime gradually, till they found the hard nub of her clit.

By this time Peggy had her back to Hal, and was easing her panties down over her full buttocks. When she had drawn them all the way down to her knees, she let them drop and stepped out of them.

"Bend way over," Hal said, "and spread your cheeks."

"You want a nice shot of my ass-hole?" Peggy asked.

"That's right," Hal said.

Peggy did as she was asked. She bent over at the waist and reached her hands back. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as Vanessa watched her dig her fingers into the flesh of her cheeks and spread them. It was a long way to the bottom, but finally Peggy's pink ass-hole emerged, and started to widen as she stretched it farther and farther open. Hal bent down and took a close-up from inches away. Then he backed up and shot a few more. One of Peggy's fingers wandered to the hole and began to probe it, opening it out even further as it delved in.

"Nice," Hal said. Peggy kept shoving the finger in, until it had penetrated its full length. Then she started fucking it in and out.

"I want two fucks tonight," she said. "One in the ass and one in the cunt."

"I think I can arrange that," Hal said, still moving from position to position and clicking away with his camera. "You look like you've got a nice, loose hole," he added.

By this time the come was flowing over Vanessa's fingers. Hal and Peggy had noticed her playing with herself, but they hadn't said anything. Now Vanessa's finger was whipping up and down at lightning speed.

"Don't come," said Peggy, looking over at her. "I want you over here when we're through. Hal can get some really funky photos."

By this time Peggy was lying on her back, her legs up high in the air and spread wide in accordance with the constant stream of instructions Hal was giving her. She reached her hands down and spread her cunt L Vanessa, removing her fingers from her cunt, but y staying all the while in a highly aroused state, got up and walked over to take a closer look. The pink skin of the interior of Peggy's cunt was tight, and the lips were stretched. At the top of her cunt, where the lips came together, her clit protruded noticeably, excited and swollen. She was rocking back and forth gently, apparently unable to completely quell the rhythm of sex that was coursing through her. Her tits moved back and forth as she rocked like beach balls on her chest. Her hair was flying, spreading out on the floor and then gathering up again in a sensual rhythm. Her ass, cheeks flattened against the floor, ground away, first straight up and down, and then with a jerky, circular motion.

Hal had taken quite a few pictures. He looked at Vanessa. "Take your clothes off," he said. "I'll get some of the two of you."

Vanessa, staring at the widening hole of Peggy's cunt, began to take her dress off. Peggy's cunt now presented a yawning, dark chasm, whose skin inside was delicate and loose and glistening. She stared at its folds as her dress dropped to the floor. Hal had just loaded another camera. "Any time," he said.

Vanessa got down on her hands and knees and moved toward Peggy. When she reached her, she grasped her legs and held them wide apart Then, delicately, she began licking the sides of Peggy's cunt Peggy began to moan. Vanessa kept it up, shoving her tongue into the waiting hole. She wanted to fill it; but she knew she never could. She licked around its insides, tasting the earthy taste and smelling the musky odor that she now found intensely sensual.

Hal approached with the camera and began snapping away. Vanessa moved her head from side to side, to give Hal a number of different angles to shoot from. She licked Peggy up and down the thighs, and then mounted her, fastening her mouth over Peggy's breasts and sucking on her tits. Suddenly, wallowing in the flesh of Peggy's bosom and sucking on a nipple, she felt like a baby again.

But the feeling changed as Peggy's pelvis began to rotate, grinding on hers. One of Peggy's legs moved and was inserted between hers, and in a moment the two cunts were grinding against one another, mingling their juices and slipping and sliding in their damp flesh.

The two girls pumped away at each other for many minutes, working themselves into a frenzy. But because girls were just not made to go together, they couldn't give each other enough continued stimulation to arrive at a climax. Finally they disengaged and, at Hal's suggestion, moved into several poses that would make good pictures. First they both stood up and embraced, and Hal took a series of close-ups up and down where their bodies touched. Then Vanessa, who was a bit taller, took her breasts in her hands and leaned over till her nipples were just touching Peggy's.

Next, Peggy got down on the floor on all fours, and spread her knees far apart Vanessa sat on top of her, facing back, and then began to lean back, until she was lying on top of Peggy on her back. She lifted her legs and spread them, and Hal got a picture of a cunt and ass-hole arrangement going up and down.

For the final series, Vanessa lay on her back and arched her legs over her, till her feet touched the floor above her shoulders. Then Peggy leaned over her wide-open crotch and dangled her tits down, letting her nipples tease Vanessa's clit and ass-hole. Vanessa opened her cunt up, and Peggy shoved a hardened nipple as far into it as she could. It came out damp with Vanessa's feminine juices.

From faraway, Vanessa heard Hal say, "I think I've got enough pictures."

"Then get the hell in here with us," Peggy replied.

But Vanessa had a better idea. "I want to take some pictures of you," she told Hal between rapid breaths.

"Okay," said Hal "Do you know how to use this camera?"

Vanessa staggered up, realizing that she was still stoned. "I don't know," she said vaguely. "How does it work?"

"You look through the lens," he said. "You set everything up here first Most of it stays the same. The timing should be right Then-you see that little pointer in there?"

Vanessa looked into the viewfinder. "Yeah," she said. "That little thing that wobbles?"

"Right You twist this thing..." He pointed to the lens. "Until that pointer is between those two lines, and the tiling is in focus. Got that?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Vanessa said. "I'm so stoned, I don't know."

"Me too," admitted Hal. "I'm not sure I even explained it right It's all like instinct to me. Second nature. But give it a try, and if it doesn't work-well, film's cheap."

Vanessa took the camera, put the string around her neck so she wouldn't drop it, and peered through the lens. She was so stoned that it took her half a minute even to find Hal and Peggy and keep them in the frame. When she did, she found Hal already partially undressed. She snapped a few shots of his torso, his face, and his legs as he drew his pants down. When Peggy. kneeling in front of him, grasped the bands of his underwear and drew them down, she caught what she thought was a nice shot of Hal's cock springing loose. It reminded her of a bent bow straightening.

Hal and Peggy were now going their merry way, and paying no attention to Vanessa. That was just as well, because Vanessa was hesitant to give instructions as Hal had done. She simply followed the action and recorded it.

Seconds after Hal's cock had been liberated from his underwear, it was captured again-by Peggy's mouth. Vanessa couldn't believe how much of the monstrous organ Peggy could swallow, seemingly without strain. Hal continued to stand, pumping in and out of Peggy's mouth, while Peggy held him by the buttocks and shoved him ever farther into her.

After a while Hal moved Peggy to a sofa, which he opened into a double bed. Long before, Peggy had requested two fucks-one in the ass, and one in the cunt. Hal now proceeded to oblige her. Taking a small jar of Vaseline out of his bottom drawer, Hal handed it to Peggy. "Here," he said. "Get that ass-hole of yours ready."

Peggy complied. She positioned herself on all fours and put her knees wide apart The brownish-pink flesh of her ass-hole was quivering with anticipation. She delved a finger into the Vaseline jar and then reached back to smear her hole with it. The finger wandered around the outside of the hole, massaging as it went, and then dove it Behind Peggy, Hal was standing with his enormous rod in his hand, pulling slowly on it at the sight of Peggy greasing herself up.

Finally Peggy grasped one buttock in each hand and pulled them apart. Her ass-hole expanded. 'Tm ready," she said.

Hal moved close to her and brought the head of his cock, now inflamed to an almost purple-red, into contact with her flesh. Involuntarily Peggy's hole tightened, but she relaxed it again with an effort, and Hal started to ease it in.

"Damn, that feels good," Hal moaned "It's so smooth and tight"

"More," Peggy groaned, "Give me just a little bit more."

Hal obliged. By this time about half his cock was buried in Peggy's ass-hole, whose sides gripped it hard and pulled in and out with its rhythm. Vanessa came in for a close-up on the contact area, and took tie picture just as Hal was penetrating even deeper.

"That's good," Peggy said. "That's about all I can take" Now she started her own motion, moving hex belly up and down and forcing her ass back and forth in the process. Hal picked up the rhythm, and soon they were fucking away smoothly.

Vanessa put down the camera. She'd taken enough pictures. She went over and lay down on her back next to Peggy. Then she reached up, and her fingers found Peggy's clit. Immediately Peggy began breathing hard and the tempo of her fucking increased. On top of her, Hal was really working out. By this time he was wrenching his cock back and forth in the ever-loosening hole. Looking at him, Vanessa could tell he was going to come soon. She redoubled her efforts on Peggy's clit, and soon brought Peggy to the brink of orgasm. The two bodies set an incredible tempo. Vanessa could not tell whether Peggy would have had a climax by just being fucked in the ass, or whether her finger was really necessary. But she knew the finger was appreciated-and she knew she was doing it right Somewhere, she had heard that it took a woman to know what a woman wanted. She had had those words recalled to her recently. Now she realized how true they were. Oh, a man who was good in bed might eventually figure one or two women out, and then do for them what no other woman could. But for immediate contact and understanding, she didn't see how you could miss with another woman.

Vanessa was surprised to have these thoughts running through her head while the orgy of pleasure to which she was witness was raging above her. But the events of the last few days had been so crazy that she supposed sooner or later she'd be bound to withdraw from them a bit and look them over-and why not now? She felt at once intimately involved in what was going on above her, and not involved at all.

Suddenly there was an explosion of sound and activity. Almost without warning, Hal and Peggy came, Peggy's clit grinding down on Vanessa's hand, her ass-hole ramming back at Hal to gobble up every inch of him possible, and Hal attacking with a fury that had it not been overwhelmed by the tide of passion that carried them away, would have been called positively brutal.

The explosion lasted only seconds. Then Peggy collapsed into the bed, and Hal broke down on top of her, rolling a little to the side and letting his spent cock ease out of her ass-hole. It was followed by a thin stream of come that dribbled across Peggy's buttocks and made a gray stain on the bed sheets.

"Holy shit," Peggy said. "That was incredible."

Vanessa took a few more pictures, then set the camera up on a bookshelf. "It looked like it," she said. "I'd like to try it some time."

Peggy was starting to catch her breath and recover. "If you do, you'd better prepare first," she recommended.

"What do you mean?"

"You've probably got a pretty tight little ass-hole. As a matter-of-fact, I know you do." She responded to Hal's amused, quizzical look by saying, "We checked each other out this morning." Then she turned back to Vanessa. "You have to start by sticking a finger up there once in a while. Then you move to two fingers-always with plenty of lubrication-and then you start trying things like bottles. You see, having a cock up your ass can be plain uncomfortable if you fight it, if you're tense and don't just let go. I mean, after all," she said, pointing to Hal's deflated organ, "that son of a bitch might not look like much now-but when it comes up against your ass, it seems like a fucking telephone pole."

Having absorbed this lesson on how to prepare for ass-fucking, Vanessa moved across the room and sat on a chair, "As I remember," she said, helping herself to a joint that was already rolled and lying on an end table, "you still owe Peggy a regular fuck," she told Hal.

"Shit," Hal said, looking like a damp dish cloth, let me catch my fucking breath."

"Okay." If that's the kind of breath you're catching."

Hal laughed. "I feel like I'm becoming a sex slave or something. I can see it now," he said, moving his hands before him to indicate the spread of a newspaper headline. "Photographer held captive for nine days by coed nymphos; forced to fuck self into oblivion."

The girls laughed. 'It isn't just like that," Peggy said. "I even bet we could find someone else who could give us what we want."

"Well," Hal rejoined, "Vanessa already found an alternate. Paul's a pretty fast worker... no?"

"Yes," conceded Vanessa. "A pretty good one too."

By this time Hal was somewhat revived. "You going to sit this one out?" he asked Vanessa, staring at her naked body and watching his own organ rise.

"Fuck that," said Peggy. "Come on in. It'll make a beautiful threesome."

"But who'll take the pictures?" Vanessa laughed, as she rubbed her pussy and walked over to the bed.

In a moment the three bodies were so intertwined that a spectator couldn't possibly have determined which limbs belonged to whom. Vanessa had Hal's hairy cock down her throat and was sucking away for dear life. Hal's tongue was buried in Peggy's cunt, and Peggy, for her part, licked Vanessa up and down the crotch, driving her into a frenzy.

When Hal's cock was ready for another round, Vanessa guided it toward Peggy's pussy. Everyone was still lying on his side, and now Vanessa moved so that as the other two fucked, Hal could eat her out and Peggy could suck her tits.

The room was hazy from marijuana smoke, and dark, because the camera lights had been turned out A shaft of light fell across the bed from outside, where a spotlight shone from the top of the building down into the courtyard. Now Vanessa closed her eyes. Once more she was both within and outside what was going on. Hal's tongue probed her pussy, and Peggy's mouth skillfully sucked her nipples, and she felt as though she was being transported on a magic carpet of pleasure. But suddenly, everything but the sounds in the room seemed to go out of existence; she could no longer see, or feel, or smell, or taste. She could only hear.

The sounds of lovemaking were incredibly varied, she learned. First there was the gentle creaking of the bed, in time with the rhythm set up as Hal inserted his cock into Peggy's womanhood and began to pump. Then there were the sounds of the connection itself; wet and sloppy, almost Mice someone dipping a sponge into a bucket But Vanessa had to listen very hard to pick them out over other noises-of breathing, of the friction of shifting bodies against the sheets, and even of noises from the hall outside and the courtyard below. And then, close to her was the sound of sucking and licking on her own body.

It was in this air of abstraction that Vanessa approached the climax toward which Hal and Peggy were moving. It was almost like a symphony; and as the tempo rose, she could tell the end was near. She wondered whether she could come this way-abstractedly, almost in a disembodied fashion. Her stoned brain began feeding her images now-disconnected images of her past. Sand boxes and nursery schools, tree-lined roads and seaside resorts, far away from Arizona and the Pacific. Airplanes, and motorcycles, and pools of water, and then the images all became more compact, and moved like a freight train toward the present.

The symphony of sound in the room became intense. It was like a great machine, revving up far higher than it was ever meant to: pistons flying, crankshafts whirling, belts whizzing, while explosion after explosion drove it onward.

Suddenly the climax came. Suddenly Hal and Peggy broke into cries and moans. The human voices cutting through the mechanical sounds of intercourse brought all Vanessa's senses back in an overwhelming rush, and suddenly she was thrown back into the current: she was part of the machine, but the machine was human now. It was flesh and cunt- juice and semen splattering everywhere, clutching and groaning and heat, sheets waving as they were thrown about left and right. Vanessa ground her cunt into Hal's face until her clit found his teeth. They clamped down, gently but firmly, on her throbbing button of puffy flesh, and she exploded in waves of climax. Peggy was sucking away at her tits, biting her nipples in a frenzy. Pain escalated the pleasure to new, undreamt of levels. Vanessa was floating, weightless, in outer space. The three of them were in a capsule, bound for the edges of the universe.

Then, as suddenly as it had come, the climax began to ebb. The space capsule, stretched as far into the outer reaches as it could go, began slowly drifting backwards, being pulled by the forces of everyday reality-the bed, the floor, the window, the camera lights standing Eke so many storks across the room from them, until it came to rest in the college dormitory room from which they had started, and dissolved.

The three looked at each other, almost in disbelief. Hal dragged himself up out of bed and went to the refrigerator. He returned with three cans of beer. They sat in a circle on the bed, sipping the cold liquid, feeling it run in streams down their throats, cherishing the simple, basic taste.

"Wow," breathed Hal.

The girls agreed in silence.