Chapter 11
Jennie sat on the edge of the huge bed and waited. The bare room with its light green walls gave her the feeling she was trapped inside some kind of hospital. And the fact that she was totally nude did not add to her feeling of comfort. But Mr. Big had wanted it this way, had made Jennie promise that as long as she was living in his house she would not wear clothing. He had called her body the "most beautiful sight on the face of the Earth."
Outside the high window, the sun was setting over the San Gabriel mountains. For the first time in many days, Jennie thought of Baker, California, and of the sunsets which she loved in the desert. Jim Haines flooded her mind, the image of the football star as he had looked that night in the drive-in many weeks ago. It seemed like a lifetime to the young girl, but as she remembered back, she realized that it had only been a couple of weeks.
A couple of weeks during which she had traveled through the bizarre and unnerving landscape of sex. If someone had told her five weeks ago that within two months she would be sitting nude in some millionaire's bedroom, Jennie would have thought that person crazy.
There was a light knock on the door, and Jennie's mental travels were interrupted.
"Can I come in?" the small, weak voice inquired.
"Sure!" Jennie responded, trying not to laugh.
The door opened slowly, and Mr. Big peered into the room. When he saw the nude girl, he smiled. "You're not dressed!" he said with a shocked expression.
It was part of the game, and Jennie understood it. "I know, Mr. Big," she replied coyly, covering her breasts with her arm and resting her hand on her full bush.
"You are young, aren't you?" Said Mr. Big as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. "Very, very young!"
"You shouldn't look, sir," Jennie said. "No man has ever seen me like this."
Mr. Big stood a few feet away, his eyes moving across Jennie's golden skin. The way she sat now, straight, with her hands trying to cover her private parts, she did look very young and very virginal.
"You mean no man has ever seen you naked?" Mr. Big asked with a leer.
"I have never been naked for a man before." Jennie had been instructed by Mr. Big to use the word "naked" as much as possible. It was a word that turned the millionaire on.
"I am looking at you now, Jennie," Mr. Big began. "Move your arm so that I can see your lovely breasts."
Jennie shook her head once, but then pulled her arm away. Her large, conical breasts rose firmly on her chest. Her nipples expanded, and the erect tips budded.
"You have beautiful breasts," said Mr. Big. "Lovely round breasts, firm with exciting nipples."
Jennie blushed. It was a natural blush. She had never really had a man look at her like this -- to dissect her visually as Mr. Big was doing now.
"Now," Mr. Big began again, "move your hand away from your lap. I want to see between your legs."
Jennie moved her hand, but sat on the edge of the bed with her thighs tightly clenched. Her long, lean legs were strong and firm; the muscles of her thighs tightened as she put pressure one leg against the other.
"Spread your legs, little girl," Mr. Big commanded, his voice now showing evidence of his growing passion. "I want to see between them!"
Slowly, Jennie moved her knees apart. She spread herself wide so that the split between her thighs was plainly visible. He peered between the strong thighs at her mound of blonde pubic hair. The crack extending from the damp forest of her sex was without hair, and her vaginal lips were plainly in view. Mr. Big wet his lips.
"I will kiss you down there like you've never been kissed," he said huskily.
He dropped to his knees and crawled the three feet to Jennie. Resting a hand on either leg, Mr. Big began kissing Jennie's inner thighs. His mouth was light and airy, like a butterfly landing provocatively on her flesh.
"Oh Mr. Big!" Jennie moaned as he moved higher up her thighs. "That feels so nice!"
Mr. Big moved upwards until he was looking directly at Jennie's young and beautiful snatch. "So beautiful . . . so young and tender, like a flower which has yet to bloom!"
He moved his hands up to her vagina, peeled apart her lips and looked directly into her young hole.
"Please," Jennie moaned. "Use your tongue."
Mr. Big kissed her crack, then licked up and down the opening slowly. He found her alit, pulled back the flesh surrounding it, and stabbed gently at the sensitive little bud.
Jennie held his head between her legs, moving her thighs rhythmically back and forth. She was wet now, and she felt herself moving out of reality and into that never never land of sexual excitement.
Mr. Big licked at her vagina slowly and evenly. His tongue was large, and he knew how to use it. In and out, then up and down, and always managing to flick gently at her clit.
Jennie closed her eyes and lay back on the bed. She raised her hips off the mattress and ground her pelvis into his face. "Lick me deep . . . oh, my God . . . go deep!! ! "
He held her from beneath, kneading her buttocks as he sucked at her juices, drawing out her wetness like a starving man with his first meal. Jennie pushed herself in and out, undulating to meet his tongue.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Her voice was cracking, a high-pitched wail which shattered the husky silence of their lovemaking.
Mr. Big held her tightly as he felt her body shudder, then tremble. He continued to stroke her clit with his tongue as her vagina pulsated like a twisting river.
"Oh -- jeez!! ! " And then she fell, exhausted, back onto the bed, her body alive with the exploding nerve endings.
Mr. Big got to his feet, quickly tore at his clothes and when he was naked, stood above her ready with his huge erection. He crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Jennie gasped as she felt his huge thickness being pushed between her swollen labia.
"Oh God, it's so big!" she moaned as he pushed inch after inch into her love canal.
Finally, he had entered her totally. Jennie gripped his back and pulled him tightly against herself. Wrapping her legs around his buttocks, she was able to pull him inside herself more deeply than ever. "Oh, Mr. Big -- I love the feel of your penis!"
Mr. Big chuckled as he began pumping her. His strokes were long and smooth, like a giant piston. Jennie hardly had to move as the bulk of his meaty flesh stimulated all her nerve endings.
"Fuck me, baby . . . fuck me!! ! " Jennie cried over and over again.
His face was red now, and his breaths came in short, excited gasps. He slammed his cock deep into her pulsating cunt -- and even as she came a second time, he continued pumping.
"Come!" Jennie wailed. "Come inside me!"
And he did, stroking three times then stopping as his penis pulsated and throbbed. Jennie squeezed him tightly to her, pulling him down so that his body flattened her breasts.
"Oh!" Mr. Big groaned as he let go his juices and flooded Jennie with his semen. "Oh wow!"
Jennie smiled up at the small man with the bald head. Never had she had such a man as this. After all she had been through, he was by far the best. "I love you, Mr. Big," Jennie whispered into his ear.
Mr. Big grinned. "You should, after all, we're getting married soon."
"That's all I want . . . is to marry you " Jennie laughed when she realized what she had said. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined herself saying those words to someone like Mr. Big.
Night had finally settled over San Marino. Mr. Big had gone through the huge mansion lighting the candles which hung from the walls. He did not like using electricity, and explained that the ritual of lighting the candles had been practiced in his family for centuries.
Jennie was left alone in her room, without a television, a radio or even a book. Mr. Big explained to her that he did not want her corrupted by any outside forces. He felt that to remain as pure as she was, she would have to be isolated.
"For how long?" Jennie asked, now a little shocked with the man's errant behavior.
"For as long as innocence can last," Mr. Big replied with a lascivious grin.
"But I'm not innocent, Mr. Big," Jennie offered.
She stood beside the bed, still naked. Mr. Big laughed. "Just look at you -- of course you're still innocent!"
Jennie started to protest again, but Mr. Big turned on his heels and walked from the room, locking the door behind him. Jennie sat down on the bed, feeling the same kind of frustration which she had at the Captain's.
Outside, on the dark, quiet street, Tom watched the candlelight flickering from inside the mansion. "What's he doing in there?" he asked Fat John.
"He never uses electricity," Fat John explained. "He's a little eccentric!"
"Eccentric!" Lorraine cried. "And he's got my baby!"
Janis sat on Fat John's lap in the cab of the old pick-up, and wriggled around. He had had a hard-on since they left Harold's over an hour before. She wondered what made him tick.
"Well," Tom began in a determined voice, "I'm going in there and look around, see what's what."
"Be careful," Fat John advised. "You never know about these rich creeps."
"I was in Korea, son," Tom replied angrily. "I know what careful is! Not like you bums sitting out on the beaches all day playing with yourselves!"
"Oh shit!" Fat John said. "I was just trying to help."
"Yeah, yeah!" Tom mumbled as he climbed from the cab of the truck. "You three just wait here and be quiet. I'll be back in twenty minutes!"
"Be careful, dear!" Lorraine said.
"I will, honey," Tom replied. "That's our little girl in there and we're going to get her. Nothing's goin' to stop me!"
And with that, Tom walked across the street and ducked behind a six-foot hedge.
He followed the natural path of the hedge around the side of the house, careful not to step on any twigs lest the enemy hear him. When he reached the rear of the house, he saw a light, a regular light, on in the servants' quarters. He dropped to his hands and knees and belly-crawled across the grass to an open window in the small house.
Peering up over the ledge of the half-open window, Tom was able to see into the living room. It was sparsely furnished, with a set of barbells and dumbbells taking up most of the floor space. Across the room from the small gymnasium was a full length wall mirror. And standing in front of the mirror was what Tom believed to be the largest man he had ever seen. The guy stood at least six foot five, and had a torso built like a boxcar.
"Mr. Big!" Tom whispered to himself in awe.
The guy stood in front of the mirror and began peeling off his clothes as he watched himself. A tiny smile broke at the corners of his mouth. When he was nude, he held his genitals and struck poses until his penis became erect.
"Fucking pervert!" Tom whispered angrily.
He stood in front of the mirror and began masturbating slowly. He was obviously in love with the reflection of his naked body and kept turning sideways, and spinning around as he jerked himself off.
"Goddamn lousy faggot!" Tom whispered, almost too loud now. "Got to get my baby out of here!"
Tom moved away from the window before the huge man was able to complete his nightly ritual. The main house was still lit only with candles, and as Tom crept around he peered in each window as he passed.
Reaching the kitchen window, Tom looked in. A small, bald man was sitting alone at a barren table eating a peanut butter sandwich. "The butler," Tom whispered to himself, making a mental note to cow the little, frail looking man into helping him if that need be.
Further on around the side of the house, Tom reached another window. The shade was up about three or four inches, and Tom held his breath as he looked inside.
Jennie was standing in front of the full length mirror on the opposite side of the room preening herself. She was nude and she moved herself like a professional dancer.
Tom felt the stirrings in his groin as he glanced at his daughter for the first time since that fatal night in Baker. Her body had become even more lush. Her breasts seemed somehow larger now, with the nipples even pinker and more erect. She seemed to have grown more hair on her pubis -- yet her crack seemed as pink and fresh as always.
"Jennie!" Tom whispered to himself as he watched his little girl spread her legs before the mirror and examine her vagina. She used her fingers to pry open her hole, spreading the labia wide and exposing the succulent flesh inside. She seemed pleased with her finding because she smiled down at herself.
Tom watched with growing heat. He rubbed his groin absently as he watched Jennie insert a couple of fingers into her vagina. Finally, he could stand it no more. First things first.
Tom unzipped himself and struggled to extract his throbbing penis. Finally, his organ popped free. Slowly, using the same rhythm with which Jennie was doing herself, Tom began masturbating.
Her body, the way the muscles of her buttocks moved and throbbed, was truly a sight. Even with all of his experience during his search, Tom had not seen a more beautiful woman. As he pumped himself, he could not conjure up the immense guilt which he thought he should be feeling once he found his daughter. As a matter-of-fact, as he shot his semen onto the ground, the only feelings he had were directed towards the open and young vagina which seemed to be beckoning towards him.
Janis finally climbed off of Fat John's lap. "You know," she said, "Fat John has had an erection for the last hour. The guy's amazing!"
Fat John chuckled. But Lorraine grew angry. "We're trying to rescue my daughter and all you can talk about is erections!"
"I thought it was amazing," Janis said, putting her hand on the slim man's groin. "My God, he's still hard as a rock!"
Lorraine turned to Fat John. "Is that true?" she asked.
Fat John nodded. "I can keep it up for hours. It's something I learned as a kid."
"Hmmm . . . " Lorraine mumbled, staring out the window at the strange mansion and wondering what was keeping Tom. She always had hated waiting on people. "Hmmm," she said again.
But Janis was not waiting. She was leaning over Fat John, unzipping his fly and pulling down his levis. Fat John helped her by raising himself off the seat. His cock popped up like toast in a toaster. Janis grabbed the hard organ, displaying it with pride. "See? Look at it, Lorraine!"
Lorraine glanced down at the throbbing organ and felt her cunt muscles throb involuntarily. "Yes, he is erect, isn't he?"
"You bet!" Janis replied gleefully. The beautiful little blonde was wasting no time. She ripped at her tee shirt, then pulled off her jeans. "C'mon, Lorraine," Janis implored as she bent over and took Fat John into her mouth, "join the party!"
"Yes, please do!" Fat John said, moving his hand up between Lorraine's thighs and playing with the elastic of her panties.
"But right here?" Lorraine protested as Fat John struggled with her underwear, trying to pull them down.
"Why not?" Fat John answered. "This is rich man's land, well patrolled. They'd never expect three perverts to be making it on the streets of San Marino!"
Lorraine laughed, and raised herself off the seat so that Fat John could pull off her panties. "Ohhh," she groaned loudly when he slid his hand up between her thighs and inserted two fingers into her already moist vagina.
"Turn around, Lorraine!" Fat John said breathlessly. "I want to put it inside you!"
Lorraine lay down on the seat of the truck, while Janis planted herself directly above her with one foot on the floor and other leg draped over the seat. Fat John lay down on Lorraine and guided his cock to her cunt.
"God you're warm," he mumbled as he slid his penis into her womanly hole.
"Oh, Jesus, that feels good!" Lorraine moaned as she felt his thickness completing her void.
"Hey, what about me?" Janis called out excitedly.
"Just sit down, honey!" Lorraine replied, laughing.
Janis lowered herself onto Lorraine's face. Lorraine kissed the little girl's vagina sweetly and gently, using her expert tongue to flick her clitoris.
"Oh yeah -- that's all right!" Janis cried out.
"Mmmmmm . . . mmm . . . ! " Lorraine groaned as Fat John began pumping her hard and deep.
The first thing Tom saw as he walked back to the pick-up was Janis' naked breasts swinging back and forth. "My God! What's wrong with you people?" he shouted, peering in at the orgy on the front seat.
"Hold it man!" Fat John groaned. "I'm almost there!"
Tom flung open the door and Janis fell backwards off Lorraine's mouth and into his arms. "Oh, no!" Janis cried.
"Oh, yes!" Tom bellowed, staggering under the weight of the girl. "Now everybody out!"
But Fat John kept humping Lorraine, unwilling to stop until both were satisfied. Finally, the thin man groaned loudly and Lorraine answered him with a loud, guttural moan.
"You all finished now?" Tom asked angrily.
Janis pouted. "I didn't get a chance . . . "
"Fuck you. My daughter's being held prisoner by some kind of giant pervert, and all you can worry about is whether or not you come?"
"It's important to my inner beauty," Janis replied.
Lorraine was adjusting her clothes when she realized that Tom was standing there. "Oh! How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough! In case you're still interested, I found our little Jennie. They got her in a room by herself -- like a jail cell without a television or nothing."
"Oh no! Our poor little girl! How does she look?"
Tom absently rubbed his groin. "Uh, just fine, I guess. I mean, she's not hurt or anything."
"Well, that's a relief!" Fat John said. "How are we going to get her out of there?"
"Well," Tom began, sounding important, "there's a dinky little butler in the kitchen eating a peanut butter sandwich. I think we just make our way in there, roust him a little, and force him to take us to Jennie."
"That's a great plan!" Janis shouted in a mocking voice.
Tom spanked her nude buttocks and told her to get dressed. "Now listen, we all go in there together. Mr. Big is out back working out with weights and doing other odd stuff. If he sees us, it'll take more than just me to get by him."
"Okay, honey," Lorraine said, "let me just get dressed here and we'll go."
Tom waited impatiently as the three people put their clothes back on. Finally, they were all assembled and ready.
"Let's get our child!" Tom whispered as he led them around the side of the house and through the hedge.
Mr. Big was just biting into his third special high-protein peanut butter sandwich of the evening when he heard the footsteps outside the kitchen door. "That you, Tiny?" he called out, thinking maybe it was the butler.
There was no answer. "That's odd," Mr. Big said to himself. He knew his butler's habits, knew that the big man would be standing in front of his mirror making onanistic love to himself for the better part of the evening.
Suddenly, the door burst open and a large, rugged-looking man followed by two women and a bearded hippie stormed into the kitchen.
"We've come for Jennie!" Tom whispered in a threatening voice.
Mr. Big dropped his sandwich. "Oh," he said simply.
"We know she's here. And we know Mr. Big's out back. So you ain't got no choice but to help us."
"I see," said Mr. Big, realizing that the mistake in identification had occurred once again. "I'll take you to her."
"You will?" Tom asked in surprise.
"Yes, of course," Mr. Big replied. "Are you the father?"
Tom nodded dumbly.
"Well, I suppose there's no choice, then. Come, follow me." Mr. Big rose from his chair, all four feet of him, and walked from the kitchen into a long hallway.
Jennie was lying on her stomach, asleep, when Mr. Big opened the door.
"Jennie?" he called out. "Jennie, we've got visitors!" Jennie turned sleepily towards the door. "Who is it, Mr. Big?" she asked.
"You're Mr. Big?" Tom exclaimed.
"That's right. The guy in the rear is my servant, Tiny."
Jennie rubbed her eyes sleepily. Finally, she was able to focus. "Daddy! Fat John!" she screamed.
Tom took Lorraine by the hand and led her across the room towards the nude girl. "Jennie, this is your mother. Say hello to your mother."
Jennie looked at the pretty woman and half-smiled. "Hello mother."
Lorraine looked at the naked beauty and gasped. The fact that Tom had seduced her shot through her brain like a bolt of lightning. "Now I understand!" she said.
Mr. Big stepped between the parents and the child. "Jennie and I are to be married," he said simply.
Tom looked down at the little man and scowled. "Hell you are, mister! We're taking Jennie back to Baker with us!"
Mr. Big looked towards the nude girl. "Jennie?"
Jennie sat up in the bed, brushing her hair back from her eyes. "I don't want to go back there. Daddy's a pervert."
"Jennie!" Tom growled. "Don't ever call your daddy that!"
"It's true," Jennie said simply. "You molested me that night. That's why I ran away. I'd rather get fucked by Mr. Big than by you any old day. He's got a bigger dong than you have, anyway!"
Tom raised his arm to strike her, but Lorraine blocked him. "Goddamn little kid!" he scowled.
"Jennie," Lorraine began in a calmer voice, "the size of the thing doesn't matter. It's how a man uses it."
"Oh yeah?" Jennie challenged. "Mr. Big, show them your whango!"
Mr. Big blushed. "Oh no Jennie -- this is not the time or the place."
Janis was already whetting her lips. "Oh c'mon -- let's see it!"
Mr. Big looked at the pretty, well-built girl and felt a rise in his groin. Finally, Lorraine stepped in. "Listen, Mr. Big, if the question can be solved, I suggest you show us. Let's get this over with once and for all."
Tom moaned in disgust. He could hear the excitement in Lorraine's voice.
"Well, okay, if it'll help matters."
They stood in silence as Mr. Big pulled out his penis and allowed it to hang at half-mast.
"Wow!" Janis exclaimed. "That is a beauty!"
"Ain't no big thing!" Tom protested weakly, shocked by the thickness and the length of the thing.
"That is a whang-dang if ever I saw one!" Lorraine commented, moving her tongue seductively across her lips. "A goddamn stallion!" she added.
"Sex is in the head," Fat John attempted, but his words were lost.
Jennie grinned proudly from the bed. "Not only that, but he's worth' a couple of billion dollars."
"Really?" Lorraine's eyebrows raised, she smiled and moved a step closer to Mr. Big. "That much, huh?"
"Oh yes, probably more since the banks closed this afternoon. It's hard to count it all."
As Lorraine reached out to fondle Mr. Big's big, Tom exploded. He pulled his ex-wife back and threw her to the floor, then he bolted for Mr. Big. He struck the little man just above the collarbone and sent him reeling backwards across the room.
"I'll kill the little sonovabitch!" Tom screamed as he dove for the prone figure.
Mr. Big tried to stuff his cock back into his pants. It was nearly impossible to carry on a decent fight with one's penis hanging out. But he didn't have the time. Tom was all over him within a second, pummeling the small body with his fists.
"Daddy, stop!! ! " Jennie cried, leaping off the bed and jumping onto her father's back.
Fat John got into the act a moment later, jumping on Jennie and trying to wrestle the naked girl off her father's back.
Janis jumped up and down, clapping, and finally decided to join the fracas. She leaped on Fat John's back and began tugging away at him. A moment later, Lorraine was to her feet and piling on.
"In the name of the law, cease and desist!"
From down inside the pile, Jennie's moan of recognition could be heard above the yelling voices of the participants.
The Captain had his .45 out and was shaking the pistol wildly. "I said stop!" he commanded again.
Bertha and Harold stood a step behind him. Bertha carried three of her best whips.
The shot rang out through the room, a thunderous retort which made the Captain flinch. He held the smoking pistol up in the air and fired again.
They rolled off each other with glazed, shocked expressions on their faces. The small Captain stood grinning at the doorway, holding his pistol. "Well, well," he said happily.
"What the fuck do you want?" Tom yelled as he disentangled himself from the nude body of his daughter. His erection was very evident.
"Disturbing the peace, disorderly conduct, committing unnatural acts -- you're all on your way to a few years in the big house." The Captain tried to make his voice ring out like Jimmy Cagney's. The attempt failed.
"Jesus Christ, man, you can't do that!" Fat John wailed.
"Can't I? Listen, Bub, I've got the gun. Now all of you strip and get against the wall!"
"Definitely a pervert," Mr. Big explained as he removed his clothes. The others followed suit.
"Okay, you animals, up against the wall!" The Captain grabbed a rope from Bertha, gave her the gun, and tied each nude to another until they were all standing in a row, facing the wall. First came Tom, then little Janis, then Lorraine and Fat John and Jennie with Mr. Big at the far end. The Captain stood back and admired his handiwork. "Some pretty fair asses, eh Bertha?"
Bertha giggled as she removed her mu-mu. "It's the loveliest sight I've ever seen, Henry. The little blonde is gorgeous."
"Yes, she is very nice. Maybe we'll take her and Jennie back with us tonight."
"Oh Henry, could we?"
The Captain looked at his naked wife and smiled. As always, whenever he looked at her mounds of over-hanging flesh, his eyes glazed over. It was as if he wasn't seeing. "Certainly, Bertha. Certainly."
Harold had left the room and now returned with Elliot who held a sixteen millimeter camera. "This is it Elliot, just start shooting."
Elliot laughed when he saw the line-up of people.
"It isn't funny, son," the Captain warned. "These people are all perverts cinder arrest."
"Yes sir!" Elliot said, standing at attention.
Jennie listened to the voices behind her and knew what was coming. A sickening feeling gripped her belly. She looked at Fat John next to her and tried to speak, but saw that he had a mammoth hard-on. "How could you?" she whispered.
Fat John grinned. "Everything turns me on, Jennie," he replied.
Mr. Big was also in a state of throbbing tumescence. Jennie groaned.
The Captain was grinning now as he handed one of the whips to his wife. He had removed all his clothing except for a pair of knee stockings and a black mask. Bertha carried the mask, along with the whips, inside her huge handbag. Long ago the couple ' had decided that to be prepared was to get much more fun out of life.
"Are you ready, dear?" the Captain asked as he tugged at his slowly rising penis.
"Are you?" Bertha replied, looking down at his groin.
"In a moment." The Captain played with himself until he was standing straight and proud. "Okay, let us begin."
The couple moved towards the people, raising the whips above their heads. The first blows, although gentle, made everyone in the line flinch.
"Goddamn, you bastard!" Tom muttered as he felt the leather strap stinging his back and buttocks. "I'll get you for this!"
The Captain laughed. "You all love it. The men are hard and the ladies are creaming their love juices between their thighs!"
"Oh Henry, that was well said!" Bertha gasped as she rubbed her vagina with her free hand.
Harold had his hands on Elliot's shoulders and was pushing the cameraman in behind the Captain and his wife. "Get this angle -- go in close -- dynamite!" Harold's voice was excited and strained.
The moans and groans from the people against the wall were working their magic. Bertha was whipping furiously, if ineffectively, while pushing her fingers deep inside herself. The Captain was masturbating furiously as he stroked his whip across the nude bodies. "Oh, Bertha!" the Captain shouted over and over again as he slung his whip at the people.
"Oh, Henry!" Bertha would reply, now standing in one spot and rocking back and forth on the heels of her feet.
The room was being swallowed up into a strange cacophony of moans and groans. The sweating bodies against the wall, the two fat people with the whips, Harold and Elliot trying desperately to get every shot -- and Jennie standing with her head hanging down.
"I won't . . . I can't . . . no more . . " she wailed over and over again.
Both Mr. Big on her right and Fat John on her left had their eyes shut tightly. Their cocks were throbbing wildly, and even as Jennie looked down the line, she could see her father sporting a huge erection. But she seemed to be the only one who felt nothing. Janis and her mother were tossing their heads back and forth, moving their thighs back and forth, masturbating in an upright position. But all Jennie felt was the sting of the leather as it scorched across her buttocks and lower back.
Suddenly, however, everything stopped.
A thunderous shot rang out through the room. Pieces of plaster fell from the ceiling and sprinkled the people below.
"Release Jennie or you're both dead!" The voice was young and strong.
Jennie almost fainted. It was like a flash from another life taking over her entire being. "Jimmy!" she shouted. "Jimmy Haines!! ! "
Jimmy Haines stood at the doorway, wearing levis, a tee shirt and his football letterman's jacket. He was an impressive figure -- tall, blond and straight. But what him even more impressive was the large, twelve gauge shotgun which he pointed at the Captain and Bertha. "It's me, Jennie."
"Oh Jim!" Jennie began to tremble.
"Now listen, young man," the Captain began, "I'm an officer of the law. Do you have a permit for that thing?"
Jimmy Haines started to laugh. "You kiddin' me? You look like something out of a fucking stag movie! Now untie them!"
"Be reasonable," the Captain began, but stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Jimmy pull back the trigger. "All right, son, have it your way."
The Captain untied them all. And they all turned and faced their savior.
Jimmy saw only Jennie -- her beautifully nude body, her gorgeous breasts and her finely sculptured pubis. "Jesus," he moaned, feeling his prick come to life.
"Oh Jimmy!" Jennie exclaimed as she moved across the room towards him.
"Get dressed," he said. "You're coming with me."
Jennie looked around for a moment, then found Janis' clothing lying in a bundle. Quickly, she put on the tee-shirt and the jeans. "I'm ready," she said.
As soon as Jennie was dressed, Jimmy was able to look at the rest of the people. Jennie's father with his erection, Jennie's mother with her gleaming flesh. The other two men with erections and the small blonde with a panting, turned-on expression. The two men with the camera. Everyone in the room seemed somehow gone -- out of the level of reality at which Jimmy Haines functioned.
"Shit," he muttered, waving the rifle at the Captain. "Get your rocks off. Tie them all back up!"
The Captain looked at his wife and they smiled at each other. "Bertha and I would like to thank you, young man," he said.
"That's all right," Jimmy grinned.
The Captain was grinning broadly as he picked up the rope. "They just don't make young men like you any more. No sir. Those bums and perverts on the beaches these days. Commies. They're all commies. It's nice to see that somewhere they're raising young boys with the proper attitudes toward their elders -- not a bunch of frigging bums like those that hang around up there in Ocean City!"
The Captain was still praising Jimmy as the football hero took Jennie's arm and led her from the house.
"Jimmy!" Jennie exclaimed as she jumped into the sleek new sports car. "You've rescued me!"
"Was it horrible?" Jimmy asked as he squealed out.
"It was a nightmare, Jimmy. A nightmare." Jennie paused a moment. "But how did you find me?"
"I've been following your pop since that night. I followed him to Los Angeles . . . everywhere. At first, I figured that maybe he knew where you'd gone. Then I realized that he didn't know anything. But I followed him anyway."
"Oh Jimmy, I'm so glad!" Jennie exclaimed as she slid across the seat and cuddled up next to her hero.
By the time Jennie and Jimmy reached the Mojave desert, Jennie was nude. The heat of the night combined with her now insatiable hunger had driven her to strip away her clothing. ,Jimmy had trouble concentrating on the road as he moved his hands across her full breasts and up between her thighs.
"Oh Jimmy, finger me, please . . " Jennie moaned as she slid down in the seat and spread her legs.
Jimmy rubbed her wet slit, realizing the dream that had been burning inside his mind for the last couple of weeks. She was still tight down there, her vaginal lips strong and gripping. As he inserted his finger into her wetness, he groaned.
"You hard?" Jennie asked matter-of-factly.
"Yeah," Jimmy nodded.
She reached across his lap, unhooked his belt and pulled down his zipper. She fondled his penis, caressing his balls, and played up and down his throbbing length.
"Remember the drive-in that night?" Jennie asked.
Jimmy nodded. "How could I forget it?"
Jennie giggled as she lowered her head onto his lap. She kissed his mushroomed head, then stabbed at the inflamed skin with her tongue. "Mmmmm . . . so big and hard . . . " She licked him down the sides, then, reaching the tip, parted her lips and sucked him deep into her throat.
Jimmy drove with one hand on the wheel, the other planted between her naked and widespread thighs. Her vagina seemed to wrap itself around his fingers and hold him there. She was wet and hot inside, and Jimmy couldn't wait to get back to Baker so he could plant his penis into her love tunnel.
Jimmy Haines didn't notice the flashing red lights until they were right on top of him. The entire car was illuminated by the pulsating lights. "Oh no!" Jimmy groaned when he realized the state trooper was hot on his tail.
Jennie continued to bob up and down on his penis. He was so close to coming that he didn't want to stop. But he knew if he continued, the trooper would fire at his tires.
"Jennie! Jennie!" he yelled.
But she only increased her action, sucking hard on his cock, thinking that he was coming. Finally, he had to yank her off him by tugging at her hair. Jennie screamed.
"The cops, Jennie! Get dressed!"
The trooper was on the bullhorn now, warning Jimmy to stop immediately. Jimmy had no choice, he slowed the car and pulled over to the side. Jennie was still in the process of turning her tee shirt right way out.
The stocky trooper walked slowly up to Jimmy's side of the car and flashed his light into the car. His small, beady eyes opened wide when he saw the beautiful naked girl trying desperately to get dressed.
"Well, well, no wonder you were speeding like a bat of hell!"
Jimmy covered his groin with his hand and grinned sheepishly at the cop. "Sorry, officer. I couldn't help myself."
"Yeah, I can see that!" The cop stared in at Jennie, moving the circular light around her nude breasts, then down her belly and finally focusing on her luscious mound. "I can see that, yessir!" he said.
"Then you'll let us go?"
"Well, I'm afraid it won't be that easy. I mean, you got a little indecent exposure happening here. Plus the speeding, of course."
"Oh officer, please!" Jennie wailed, spreading her legs slightly so that the flashlight could illuminate just a trace of her pink slit. "We didn't mean any harm!"
"Yeah, I was a kid once myself," the trooper said. "But I'm really afraid the law is the law. You know."
Jimmy stuffed his quickly withering cock back into his pants and was able. to zip himself. He reached for his wallet and handed the driver's license to the trooper.
"Uh huh . . . " the trooper said, not looking at the identification but still watching Jennie as she raised her hips off the seat and slid on her jeans. "Jimmy Haines . . . you played quarterback for the Baker team?"
Jimmy grinned. "Yeah, that's right! First place."
"Uh huh. You beat out Mojave last year in the finals?"
"That's right. We beat 'em good!"
"My son was the quarterback on the Mojave team." The trooper handed the license back to Jimmy with a frown. "I'll take the girl with me, and follow you into town."
"But, officer!"
"But nothin', son. You just played for the wrong team!"
Jennie got out of the car and crawled into the front seat of the patrol car. The officer slid in behind the wheel and started off after Jimmy.
"Well, little girl, looks like you're in a heap of trouble."
Jennie sighed and nodded. She was beginning to have the distinct impression that all this had happened before.
"Could be there's a way out of this mess, know what I mean?"
Jennie looked over at the pudgy officer and her mouth fell open. The man had his penis in his hand and was rubbing himself into a massive erection. "A little cooperation . . . you know?"
Jennie shrugged, slid across the seat and placed her fingers around his penis.
"That's better," the officer beamed. "And I'm sure you wouldn't mind coming home with me tonight. The wife and I got this special little playroom. I think you'll really enjoy that . . . "
Jennie laughed. "You don't happen to know a cop out by the beach known as the Captain, do you?"
The officer snapped around towards her. "The Captain? Shit, he's my brother!"
"Life is weird," Jennie mumbled as she leaned down onto the man's lap and slipped her lips around his penis. She prayed that Jimmy Haines was keeping a good eye on his rear view mirror. She knew she would need another rescue soon.