Chapter 10

"It's--incest," Sally said hesitantly.

Doris set a plateful of eggs and toast in front of her.

"Eat," she said. "Jerry's prowling around looking as though his headache's gone. Better eat while you have the chance."

Meekly Sally scooped up a forkful of eggs, took a bite of toast, finding she was very hungry.

"But," she said, a few bites later, "Doris, you and--your brother--"

Doris poured freshly made coffee into two cups.

"Do you take sugar and cream?"

"Just black, please.... "

Doris set one cup beside Sally's plate and sat down across the table with the other.

"Incest," Sally said weakly.

"Technically, I suppose," Doris agreed. "Or maybe not technically--it depends how you look at it."

"I don't--understand."

Doris said levelly: "I don't let him fuck me. I don't let any man fuck me. Even without getting raped that time, I don't like to make it with men. Doing other things--is that incest?"

"I--"

'You know the only real argument against incest, other than moral taboos? It's the possibility of concentrating unfavorable genes in the children. If there's family weakness, then a sibling mating may mean that both parents are contributing the same gene that carries the weakness, and if that gene Is usually recessive, getting It from both sides increases the chances of the weakness showing up. That's all. No fucking, no kids. Didn't you play around with your brother?"

Sally shook her head. "Don't have one."

"Mm. Well--Tod and I have always been--close. In fact--well, we were brought up kind of isolated, slap in the middle of one of the biggest cattle ranches in the country--had private tutors, and no one much to mix with--so we mixed with each other when our adolescent juices started flowing. Only I couldn't stand to be flicked, even then--he tried it once, and I couldn't stand it! And he--shit, I don't know the ins and outs of It, but he has trouble getting it up if I'm not around..."

Sally stared, trying to comprehend.

"You know, I hardly ever saw another woman, an-other girl, till I left the ranch. Our father had this weird idea about kids contaminating each other or something--that's why we never went to school or anything. But what I saw on TV really turned me on--I mean, I knew that what I wanted was to make it with others of my own sex. But there were none around, except for our housekeeper who was maybe sixty and weighed about two hundred pounds--and Tod was there, and horny--hell, we just sort of drifted into things, and never really drifted out!

"Then when we were nearly twenty--I was nineteen, he was eighteen--the old man kicked off, and we got what money there was--seemed he'd been playing games with the tax people for the last few years, so they came in and grabbed quite a lot of it--we headed for life in the big city.

"I got raped the second night--not used to being on my guard. Hadn't gotten through my head I couldn't walk through a park at night alone. But that just kind of fixed it--if I'd ever thought I'd try to make it with men, that just about wiped it out completely."

She grinned at Sally.

"I went and took karate lessons, instead. Then went to art school--a painter is what I am when I'm not frying eggs for crazy hoods--and--well, Tod and I just stayed together, pretty much--only he kept getting into the dumbest kind of trouble, and I kept getting involved because I tried to fish him out--and christ, this one's a real beauty," she added. "I'm damned if I want to take off to South America for the rest of my life the way they plan!"

"But can't you tell them that you're not doing this of your own free will? If you don't go with them--"

Doris sighed. "You know, I've been turning that over and over in my head.... At times it seems quite reasonable. Then other times, I think about the fuzz mad as hell because the others have gotten away, so they decide to throw the whole works at me--bail I couldn't make, for a start, and I can't stand the idea of being shut up in some stinking prison--anyway, there's Tod.

Sally stared at her more intently.

"Could he get past the dogs?" she asked.

"I guess so." Doris shrugged. "They're not guarding any of us, only you."

"Then--if Tod doesn't want to go along with them--if he went and gave himself up--said he'd turn state's evidence--told them you were involved against your will--"

Doris was silent. Then she said:

"I wonder if that would work? I'm pretty sure Tod would like to get out of this--and if the other three make their getaway as they've planned, they can't implicate him in any of the things they've threatened to make him go along this far.... It's the house, you see," she explained. "They wanted to be able to hole up here while they wait for the chopper to get them out--so Tod and I had to be involved. I didn't realize they were kidnapping along with the robbery," she added ruefully. "Originally I think they just planned to leave you there after they'd threatened to kill you to get the coins and things handed over--but then Jake, I guess, realized that he needed the added security. So--here you are."

Sally swallowed the last of her eggs.

"I can be a witness too," she said. "I guess they'd believe me if I said you and Tod were being--well, pressured."

"Maybe. I'll talk to Tod and see--"

The kitchen door burst open.

"Okay," Jerry yapped, "so that sneakin' fuckin' Tod got at you before I did--I'm gonna bust his skull open when I catch up with him, but right now, teacher baby, you're comin' in the other room an' I'm gonna plow your ass but good! I ain't takin' no more of this motherfuckin' stalin' an playin' around."

He grabbed Sally's arm and roughly jerked her to her feet.

"An' you keep out of it, dyke, or I'll shove a bullet through you," he snarled.

He shook Sally's arm and steered her towards the door and through into the living room.

"Hey," Willy greeted them, "here she comes, huh? Hey, Miss Avalon, Tod tells us he'd saved us the trouble of bustin' your ass-hole open--so now you're real nice an' loose for us, huh? We can really get down to some serious butt-pluggin', huh?"

'That sneaky shit," Jerry was muttering. "Jeeze, I was lookin' forward to gettin' it all nice an' tight an' never been used before--"

"Ah, quit moanin', " Jake said. "He can't have loosened her that much." He snapped his fingers. "Bring that fat ass over here, cunt, an' let me take a look."

Reluctantly, Sally went to where he sat and he crudely shoved a finger into her assecrack, found the puckered hole, and jammed his finger inside.

She cried out at the rough pain.

"Nah," Jake said. "She's still plenty tight, Jerry. She'll give that rod of yours a good hot ride."

"Hey," Willy said, "when we gonna get her cherry? Oughta do it tonight, in case Miles shows up tomorrow, huh?"

"Yeah," Jerry said. "An' if he don't--well, we got ourselves three holes to keep us happy. Don't do to save things for too long, huh, Willy? Use 'em while you got 'em!"

"Guess we draw lots again, huh?" Willy suggested.

"Only without that fuckin' dyke this time," Jerry declared positively.

"So get on an' luck her ass if you're gouna," Jake said, and turned up the volume of the television.

"Yeah. Oh yeah," Jerry said, licking his lips. "C'm'on over here, teach, an' let's take a look at what we're gonna do with that cute little rear end, huh?"

"You like havin' Tod ream you out?" Willy asked as Jerry started to fondle her buttocks. "He ain't hung much, huh? Man, when you finally get my ole dork stuck in you, you'll really know you're gettin' screwed! An' it's all ready, just as soon's Jerry's got his rocks off!"

Could it possibly feel good? Sally wondered. Could she enjoy it without the preparatory care that Tod and Doris had lavished upon her?

Maybe. It was surprising, she thought wryly, just what did seem to be feeling good to her in the last twenty-four hours--things that would never have occurred to her before!

"You still wanna use the table inna kitchen?" Willy asked.

"Nah--that dyke's hangin' around In there. Wouldn't mind puttin' it to her before we get outta this joint"

"She's comm' with us, ain't she?"

"Jeeze! You mean we're stuck with that the rest of the way to South America?"

"Maybe shell come round to you, Jerry," Willy teased him. "You never know your luck, huh?"

"Teach," said Jerry, "you're gonna come an' kneel on this chair, see?"

She went to the chair he indicated.

"Facin' the back of it," he said.

She knelt as he instructed.

"Now--you gotta kinda scrunch down in front an' stick yet ass up in back, real nice an' high so I can get at it"

It was cramped and uncomfortable. She had to turn her head sideways and press her cheek against the back of the chair, and her breasts were crushed against her folded supporting arms before she was arranged to his liking.

"Jeeze, gives me a hard-on just lookin' at it," she heard Willy say.

"I got one without lookin', " Jerry grunted, and she heard the sounds of him stripping off his pants.

"Look how her pussy comes peekin' out," Willy went on, "all pink an' yeller-haired."

"Gonna bust it open tonight, huh?" Jerry said gleefully. "Man, I hope I win that lottery!"

"An' I hope I do," Willy sniggered. "The feelin' of a tight little cherry poppin' when I ram my big ole dork up a cunt that ain't been screwed before--nothin' like it in the world! Better'n almost anythin' you c'n name."

She felt Jerry's hands on her buttocks again, kneading the plump flesh which her position stretched tightly, the muscles fully extended.

"You gonna grease her up?" Willy asked.

"Guess I should, huh? What is there?"

Willy chuckled, and said:

"Two things right here--spit an' pussy juice. Get her heated up some, she'll give you all the juice you want. You seen how hot she gets when you play with her cunt."

"I can't wait for her to get hot--my dick's killin' me, it's been waitin' so long. An' spit ain't no good--"

"Maybe there's butter inna kitchen," Willy suggested, "like in that MarIon Brando movie."

"You wanna go take a look"

"Okay."

Jerry rubbed his rigid cock against the cheeks of her ass, butting its head against the plump cushions of flesh.

"It's a real nice ass, teach," he said dreamily. "If you just been usin' it to sit on all these years, it's a fuckin' waste, I tell you."

He nudged the cockhead into the crevice between the cheeks and worked it up and down, up and down, until she felt the beginnings of response begin to stir, though she didn't think that was why he was doing it.

"Hey, you started already?" Willy called.

"Nah, just feelin' around some--you get the butter?"

"The dyke said no--made me take margarine."

"Guess that's okay--ain't so bad for the heart as butter, the health nuts say."

"Shee-it," Willy laughed, "your dong ain't long enough to get up to her heart!"

"It's kinda messy," Jerry said doubtfully.

"So get Miss Avalon t'do it--she ain't wearin' no clothes to mess up.

"Hey, that's a good idea! Teach, get up a minute an' come grease me up, huh?"

Glad to get out of her cramped position, Sally climbed off the chair and took the stick of margarine Jerry held out to her: it had already been opened.

He stood in front of her, his rigid cock pulsating, angry-headed.

"Smear It on, teach," he encouraged her cheerfully. She scooped off a glob of the slippery margarine and let it melt on her fingers for a moment, then she curled her hand around the shaft of his cock below the head and smeared the greasiness there, and up over the crown. Then she took some more, and yet more, deciding that the more slippery she could get it, the less painful it was-likely to be if he was rough.

He obviously enjoyed her handling--after the third application he pushed her fingers away.

"You're gonna make me come, doin' that," he said, "an' I don't wanna come till I'm plugged into that nice tight poopshute you got hot an' waitin'. "

"Have her stick some up her ass--I'd like to see Miss Avalon shoving margarine up her ass-hole," Jake suggested, having lost interest in the television for the moment.

Sally knew better than to object. She took a further glob of margarine and worked her middle finger into her anus with it trying to prepare the tight little rosette for the assault that was ready to be made.

"Okay," Jerry said excitedly. "Now, get back like you was before, with your butt stuck up real nice an' high."

Sally resumed the awkward position, her face pressed against the chair back.

Jerry's hands cupped her ass-cheeks and pulled them apart, and she felt the blunt arrowhead of his cock snubbed up against the closed pucker.

"Hang onta yer tits, teacher--comin' through!" he gasped, and slammed in with one vigorous stroke.

Sally yelped in shock, and some pain.

"Cunt knows she's got a cock stuck in her," Willy announced gleefully.

"Jee-zuz! She's sure tight!" Jerry gulped.

"Told you she would be," Jake said. "So ream her out an' have done with it--I may take a crack at her butt myself in a little while."

Jerry started a slow, luxurious in-and-out sliding, and the pain passed off, eased by the ample lubrication that spread a slick surface over her inner membranes and his sliding prick. She had to absorb the shock of his thrusts, however, and her cramped position was very uncomfortable--she found that she was experiencing very little sexual arousal, and could only hope that he would get it over fast.

But he was enjoying himself immensely. Every time his breathing reached the speed and hoarseness that suggested he was getting ready to come, he would slow down, stop with his prick motionless inside the hot clutch of her body, and wait until the immediate urgency had passed. Then he would begin again, and she was reaching the point of near collapse.

Then she recalled suddenly how excited Tod had been when she had squeezed his cock with her inner muscles.

The next time Jerry started to gasp and pant, hands tightening their grip on her hips, she waited until he had made one of his deep thrusts right into her, then she clamped down with her rectal muscles and squeezed several times, as quickly and strongly as she could.

It worked!

"YYEEEEOOWW!" he squealed--and went into convulsions.

"That good, huh?" Willy asked when he had calmed down a little, gasping for breath.

"Fuckin' broad milked it right outta me," Jerry said, sounding awed. "Never felt nothin' like it--jeeze!"

He pulled out of her abruptly, and she felt an oily warm trickle running down the backs of her thighs.

"Time for sloppy seconds," Willy said gleefully. "Let's see if she can pull the same trick on me!"

CHAPTER ll

"You want the margerine?" Jerry asked.

"Nah." Willy thrust a big finger into Sally's ass-hole and wiggled it. "She's slippery enough to get a Cadillac up there, I bet"

She heard the unzipping of his fly, and then, before she had a moment to brace herself, he had grabbed her by the hips and plunged the mushroom head of his cock through her ass-hole and had pistoned the shaft crotch-deep. The rough denim of his pants scraped against the cheeks of her ass.

She gasped and whimpered--his cock was much thicker than Jerry's, and was uncomfortable for the first few pounding strokes, but then she managed to relax and accommodate her inner channel to its bulk, and wondered if she should try the squeezing trick on him.

Before she could make up her mind, he was saying:

"I want you to stand up, teach--back off the chair, huh?"

Awkwardly, impaled by his thick, rigid weapon, she managed to work first one foot, then the other to the floor, and levered herself up with her arms.

He grabbed her around the chest, holding her breasts in a firm grasp, making her stand on tiptoes; then he caught her about the waist and lifted her, holding her suspended so that her ass-hole was at the same level as his cock.

"Nah," he said. "It ain't gonna work."

He carried her suspended to one of the chairs in front of the television and sat down with her on his lap, which seemed to drive the invading cock deeper still.

"See," he said to Jerry, "this is the way I had that broad in the bus. Kinda restful, huh?"

He fondled Sally's breasts casually.

"Wanna see me make her come?"

"Sure." Jerry sat down in another of the chairs and fastened his eyes on them eagerly.

Willy dropped one hand down to Sally's crotch--then took it away again and said:

"Nah--you c'n do that, teach. Let's see you diddle yerself, huh? Make yerself come."

Sally found herself blushing. Somehow the idea of doing that in front of them was difficult to take. But obediently she put her right hand against her pussy and worked her index finger between the hair-covered labia.

Her own touch excited her more than she had expected. As her fingertip grazed against her clitoris, a sweet spark of sensation zipped through it, and the little knob leapt into hardness.

Willy's hands kneaded her breasts, massaging her nipples with his palms, his touch strong and sure. Twin threads of sensation ran from her nipples down to that dark place in her belly where the sex tension seemed to build, meeting the sparks of electricity her finger stirred in her cit, and the massive, filled feeling of her rear canal.

She wriggled her finger, and a more demanding spasm flashed across her pussy. Her toes curled for a moment. Glancing at her breasts, she saw that beneath Willy's fingers, the little pink towers of her nipples stood erect and demanding. Experimentally, she touched one with her unoccupied hand, her fingers brushing against Willy's in a curious unity of purpose.

Then she returned her attention to the more urgent needs of her rapidly inflaming pussy.

She started to rub her forefinger gently along one side of the deep groove between the outer lips, for a moment she pressed luxuriously against the hardness of her clitoris, then when the sensation threatened to overwhelm her, she went to the other side of the groove. She ran her fingertip down to the tight entrance between the inner lips, only a tiny distance away from the spot where Willy's huge pole impaled the tautly stretched ring of her stuffed ass-hole.

Dreamily, she fondled the base of the invading shaft, and he gave a grunt of pleasure.

She thrust one of her breasts more firmly against his hand, and his big palm circled deliciously upon the up-thrust nubbin of excited tissue.

She insinuated her exploring forefinger between the palpitating inner lips, just a little way, "She can't wait to get the real thing shoved up that juicy pussy," Jerry said eagerly. "Look how she's tryin' to ram her finger up it--she'll pop her own cherry in a minute!"

Willy chuckled.

"That'd be somethin', huh?"

"Shit, it'd be a fuckin' waste, that's what!"

"Man," Willy murmured, "it sure feels good, havin' a broad squattin' on yer dick--lettin' it soak in all that good warm greasy hole--"

"Bet she-likes it too," Jerry said. "A good hot dick fillin' her up."

"Sure she-likes it. Cunt juice runnin' down all over my balls," Willy announced.

"Damned if I--"

"Yeah? What's on yer mind, Jerry?"

"Damned if I don't come over there an' take a taste of that juice--lickin' a broad's twat when another guy's cock is shoved up her ass--that oughta make her come like the Fourth of July, huh? Jeeze I'm gonna try it!"

He came scurrying across and crouched down in front of them.

Willy spread his legs wide so that he could get between, and Jerry caught Sally's thighs and rested them over his shoulders, slipping his hands beneath them to tilt her slightly backwards.

"Okay," he muttered, "get ready for somethin' real nice, teach. I'm gonna make you blow the top of your fuckin' head off, you're gonna come so fuckin' hard!"

He took a deep breath.

"Open it up for me," he ordered. "Full those juicy lips wide as they'll go, huh?"

Sally felt a curious shiver of anticipation wrack her body as she obediently set her fingertips on her plump labia and drew them apart. This man, who had made her lie on the floor while he fucked her between the tits, who had forced her to hike her ass up high while he screwed Into her, was now abjectly kneeling before her, all his attention concentrated on giving her pleasure, on making her come.. . .

His tongue swept In a broad stroke over the exposed inner lining, like a dog affectionately licking; then he had shaped it Into a bluntly pointed probe and began eagerly searching for every crevice, digging into every recess of the outer structure.

"Oooh," Sally moaned blissfully.

The velvety dagger of his questing tongue invaded the inner lips, then swept upward along the little valley, and she jerked violently as it flickered unbearably over her tightly engorged clitoris. Almost she came, but not quite, for he pulled away just in time.

Then the maddening, wet, hard-soft explorer flicked away from her pussy and moistly explored the inner surfaces of her thighs, again licking with broad tongue-sweeps, all over the delicate white skin, even down as far as the folds of her knee joints, which made her squirm with ticklisliness.

Willy was panting; her reactions to Jerry's stimulation of her body was sending waves of sensuous motion through his deeply embedded cock.

"Ooohh," Sally moaned again.

Willy pinched her nipples, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send deep shudders through her.

"Oooh... ahh," she cooed blissfully.

"Keep that twat spread for me," Jerry told her, and a moment later he was puffing warm air onto the delicate inner membranes, and the incredibly delicate sensation made her skin prickle and rise up into goose bumps.

"Please," she begged.

He drew his head back and looked up at her, eyes gleaming with triumph.

"Whatcher want, huh?" he demanded. "Tell me whatcher beggin' for, huh?"

"Make me--" she heard herself pleading. "Make me come--please make me come--"

She jerked wildly as the tormenting tongue tip thrust Itself against her blazing clitoris.

"She's nearly there," Willy said gleefully. "Bring her off anytime you want, Jerry--I'm ready to shoot my wad right up her any time!"

Jerry licked over and around It, vibrating-his tongue upon the straining little nubbin, quivering ever the throbbing area, then just at the crucial moment, once again leaving it deserted and desperately craving.

"Please," she begged helplessly. "Oh please, please make me come--let me come--"

His fingers supporting her thighs dug in brutally, and Willy's hands tightened on her breasts, and amidst the sudden jolts of pain, she was transfixed by his tongue once again stabbing at her clitoris, and this time It stayed there, and all her nerves exploded in a shower of unbearably intense and wonderful convulsions; her womb contracted in response, radiating deeper, slower waves of ecstasy through her body that was still, incredibly, that of a virgin.

Willy was bucking and heaving beneath her, snorting yelping, emptying his sperm into her rear canal, while Jerry hung on grimly, licking at her cunt until the last crazy tremors had died away, and they both lay back limply, and Jerry get go of her thighs and sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth.

"She sure comes, for a virgin, don't she," he remarked with wonder in his voice, strangely echoing her own thoughts of a few seconds earlier.

"Whoowee," Willy agreed weakly.