Chapter 5
Jennie Madison walked the long stretch of beach, picking up small pieces of driftwood. It was a warm afternoon, and the sun hovered just above the rocky point a half mile away. As she moved back towards the place where Fat John had set up camp, she passed by the couples lying nude on the sand. Some were in each other's arms, openly making love; others were attempting to be a little more discreet about it. One girl held her boyfriend's penis in her hand and masturbated him. She smiled at Jennie as Jennie walked by.
Fat John looked even thinner with all of his clothes off. He sat now against his lean to, his legs crossed and his long beard blowing in the afternoon breeze. Sloe, Maria and Sunshine hovered around the small fire. All three girls were nude, and. their thin tanned bodies looked from a distance more like little boys than little girls.
Fat John smiled when Jennie approached with an armload of wood. "You are still the only dressed person on this beach, Jennie," he said solemnly.
Jennie blushed. He had been trying to get her to take off her slinky white dress, the same one she had worn to the party the night before, since they had arrived at the beach early that morning. He had asked her why she didn't want to be naked like everyone else.
"I don't feel like doing it," Jennie had replied. "But you haven't tried," Fat John argued gently.
"I know what it is to be naked in front of lots of people. I don't want to be that way now."
Fat John had dropped the argument, figuring that before the sun set this luscious little blonde would divest herself of "civilization's trappings," as he called them.
But Jennie had remained firm, content to do the small chores that were required of her. She had not yet been accepted as one of Fat John's permanents as he called them, and thus was relegated to the menial labor which any novice was expected to perform. Jennie did the jobs willingly, happy to be out on the sand and to see the ocean.
Jennie stood around the small fire, watching the three girls scurry about with freshly bought produce making a giant salad. Fat John had money, there was no doubt about that. They had driven to the beach the night before in a blue Mercedes Benz land cruiser, a twenty-thousand-dollar job complete with eight track quadraphonic sound and a color television. The bus was now parked above them on the bluff. As Fat John had said, "it was time to divest themselves of the trapping." And that included the luxurious bus.
"My child," Fat John said, standing up and facing Jennie. "The sun will fall soon. Free yourself for a few moments, come with me to the waters. We'll bathe before dinner."
Jennie felt the warm breeze caress her flesh, and suddenly did feel like taking a swim. "Okay," she said simply.
Fat John grinned, as did Sloe, Maria and Sunshine as they stared up from their crouching positions near the fire.
Fat John moved next to Jennie, unhooked the one strap of her dress, and pulled the garment down across her body. Even some of the young men who had been busy tanning themselves and rubbing oil over each other's nude bodies all day turned to look.
"You are the supreme Goddess of the beach," Fat John said as he took a step backwards and admired the young, nubile body.
Jennie stood straight with her hands draped to her sides. Even after the two weeks of fucking and sucking in the movies, she was embarrassed now to be standing naked. She felt the tips of her breasts grow erect, and the wind seemed to caress the rapidly expanding lips of her labia. She clenched her thighs together tightly.
"Come," Fat John said, taking her hand "let us wash away the trappings." Jennie smiled and followed him down to the waters.
Sunshine, her light streaked brown hair falling across her brown eyes, grinned at the pair. "They are beautiful people, aren't they?"
Sloe giggled. Her small, large-nippled breasts jiggled. Maria, however, did not smile. Instead, she pulled her arms across her large breasts and sucked in her belly, trying to establish immediate muscle tone in her body.
The waters of the Pacific were warm and gentle. The afternoon breeze had died, leaving the ocean still and quiet. Fat John held Jennie's hand as he walked into the water.
"The ocean is the mother guardian of all of us. When we lose our trapping, she wraps her gentle hands around us and brings us together. Man cannot live without the oceans. He can live, however, without his trappings."
Jennie looked at the faraway look in his eyes and shuddered. He was such a gentle, undemanding soul.
"You," Fat John began, turning towards her, "have been sent here to help me. I have been praying for a soul like you for many years."
"I didn't know that," Jennie said, now captured by the depth of his twinkling brown eyes.
"Yes. You would never know where fate leads you. You must blow in the wind, like all the children."
Jennie felt a warmth spread throughout her body. The past weeks had allowed her shut off many vital systems which she felt she had lost forever. The cold, stark reality of her life had become what she considered to be her fate. But now, this tall, thin kindly man was telling her something different. She believed him.
"Reach beneath the waters Jennie," Fat John continued, "and let me know that you are real."
Jennie dipped her hand down between their bodies. Fat John held her wrist gently and guided her to where his penis was throbbing and erect.
"This," he said, felling her small fingers entwine themselves around his meat, "is the link between prayer and reality. It is not of the flesh, but of the spirit. There is nothing real about my manhood."
Jennie stroked him absently. Fat John put his hand between her thighs and moved up slowly. "And you, your spirit rests here!" He pushed gently against her cunt, making the girl gasp.
"It feels nice, and should be enjoyed. It is the way of all spiritual communication." Fat John had managed to separate her labia and insert his middle finger deep into her vagina. Jennie was barely managing to keep her feet as the ocean waters swirled around them.
"Now," Fat John said, his breath shortening with every second, "we raise outsell to the spiritual goal of nirvana -- a moment, a split second in the universe of time where all motion stops, where we are allowed to look beyond."
His words were spoken in a very soothing monotone. And soon Jennie felt herself lulled by the sound. Her body seemed to become more pliable and giving. Fat John was holding her now by her buttocks, and lifting her against him.
"Spread your thighs, child, and communicate."
Jennie spread her legs. She felt the hot flesh of his penis as he thrust himself out to meet her. He entered her easily, pulling her body against his as she wrapped her legs around his back.
"I am inside you," Fat John said, his eyes half-closed, "yet we are both outside ourselves . . . into, the universe."
Jennie experienced that strange sensation of being outside her body again as Fat John spoke the words. She smiled at him, leaned forward, and put her mouth against his.
Fat John moaned as the young girl began kissing him sweetly and gently. She probed with her tongue, darting it in and out of his mouth like a shy animal seeking the safety of a lair. And then she began moving with her hips, slow and even thrusts of her pelvis against him, pulling his aching cock deep into her warm, sleek cunt..
From the beach, it was obvious that the couple was making it. A few of the other couples walked closer to the water to watch. Some drew inspiration from the beautifully paced movements of their bodies and decided to give themselves a go at it.
Sloe, Maria and Sunshine stood in a line at the water's edge and watched. They looked up and down the beach, at the small groups of males huddled together, and cursed the lack of manhood.
Fat John and Jennie had created a magical moment on that .beach -- a suspension of what few inhibitions still existed. It was as if the rhythms of everyone on that beach had been drawn into the sweetly silent movements of the beautiful couple locked in love's embrace in the waist-high water.
Even the police helicopter, gliding around the far bluff, joined the harmonious vision. And by the time the great black bird had reached the beach, everyone was dressed and sitting innocently. Everyone, that is, except Fat John and Jennie.
The sudden explosion of noise and the shining of the blades frightened Fat John. He was just giving the sweet girl all his love and wondered if he maybe he hadn't transcended this life into the spiritual nirvana of which he so often spoke. He was almost relieved to hear the loud voice booming across the water.
"Move to the beach!" the voice boomed. "This is the Coast Beach Patrol, and you are both under arrest for indecent exposure and lewd conduct! Move now to the beach and wait there!"
"Are they talking to us?" Jennie asked, still shuddering from the massive waves of her orgasm.
"Yeah," Fat John said, not knowing whether to be happy or angry. "And I thought it was nirvana.
"Huh?"
"Never mind, babe. Let's go to jail for a while."
Jennie had never been in jail before. And even as she sat in the small interrogation room, she couldn't believe it. Maybe it was the outside of the building, a rock building with brightly painted colors on the door. Or maybe it was the Captain himself, a rotund, grandfatherly type who smiled when he talked. Whatever the reason, it was difficult for her to believe that she was actually inside the Ocean City Jail.
Fat John had already been taken away, supposedly to be transferred to the Malibu station. The girls had gone with him, and now Jennie was alone.
Captain Henry Ames leaned against the filing cabinet and smoked a cigarette. The beautiful blonde sitting at his table had fazed him already. When brought in, she had been wearing only a towel. Once, during the booking process, the towel had slipped down across her breast. Captain Ames could not remember having seen a breast as beautiful as that one.
"Where are you from?" the Captain asked Jennie. He had been standing inside the room with her now for three minutes, just looking.
"Baker," Jennie replied.
"Baker, California?"
"Yes."
"I see. I got a brother out there. You got any?"
Jennie paused, pulled the towel up a little higher on her chest and moaned.
"What's the problem?"
"My father," Jennie replied. "I don't want him to know."
The Captain sat down across from Jennie and smiled. "Well, we're going to have to tell someone, aren't we?"
Jennie looked at the man, the creased face and the soft blue eyes. It seemed as if he was waiting for something, wasting time in order to allow something to develop. "I don't see why," Jennie began. "I didn't break any laws."
"You were fornicating right out there in the middle of the ocean. That's breaking the law."
"I don't see why?"
"Fornicating," the Captain began, "is against the law because other people don't like to see other people fornicating."
"That doesn't make any sense," Jennie complained. "People make movies showing people fuck -- I mean, fornicating. And lots of people go to see 'em."
The Captain chuckled. "The difference, child, is that people pay to see those movies. When it's just sitting out there to be watched for free, it upsets people."
Jennie looked up at him with a blank face. Her blue eyes were clouded with confusion. "I'm confused," she said.
The Captain drummed his fingers on the table top. He had never really found it necessary to go this far before. Most of the time they knew exactly what the game was, and either played or spent their time in his jail. But this one was special, and she was worth going after.
"Well," he began, changing the subject, "I guess we ought to just call your father, then."
"Oh, no! Please don't do that!"
The Captain reached across the table and rested his hand on hers. Jennie smiled. "Now," he began, "we don't necessarily have to call him, do we?"
Jennie shook her head.
"Good, I'm glad we understand that. Because things can be so simple if we all just get together and understand them, can't they?"
"Yes," Jennie smiled.
"Good. Now, we've got that settled, don't we?"
Jennie's eyes clouded over again. "I don't know."
"What the hell do you mean you don't know?"
Jennie withdrew her hand and tugged at her towel. Her hair was still wet and hanging in small ringlets around her face. She began to shiver. "I don't understand."
Captain Ames felt his blood pressure take a quantum leap and he drew a deep breath to soothe it. "Okay," he began, trying to keep his voice level. "The deal is . . . you put out for me . . . I mean you have intercourse with me, and you're free. Got it?"
Jennie smiled. "Oh, is that all?"
The Captain was speechless as the young girl rose from the other side of the table and pulled the towel away. Her magnificent body was like a dream. The Captain felt his blood pressure climb even higher, but now he didn't give a damn. It would be worth it going between her legs.
"My God, you're beautiful!" he exclaimed, watching Jennie move towards him. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she walked, and the smooth roundness of her belly seemed to pulsate.
Jennie smiled, a glassy and plastic smile which she had learned from the movies. She dropped to her knees in front of the man, and opened his zipper. "I want to suck your cock, Captain," she said not too convincingly.
The Captain stroked her blonde hair, then moved down and cupped her firm breasts. He felt her fingers as she reached inside and pulled out his throbbing dick.
"Oooo . . . it's so big! I don't know if I can fit the whole thing into my mouth!"
The Captain chuckled proudly, his face now beet red.
Jennie leaned over and kissed the tip of his prick. She glided her tongue around and around in small circles, stabbing at the tiny hole.
"That feels so nice!" Captain Ames said, trying to keep his breath from exploding into a million spasms.
"Mmmmmm . . . " Jennie moaned as she licked the sides of his hard stem, then pricked the ridge on the underside with the tip of her tongue. "You taste salty."
"Ocean living, my child," the Captain moaned.
"It makes them big!"
The Captain smiled down at her and watched as she parted her full red lips and slid them down around his cock. She took almost all of him into her throat.
"Go easy, I want this to last," the Captain said.
"Mmmmm mmm . . . " Jennie groaned as she began moving up and down his length. With her free hand, she reached between his legs and fondled his swollen balls.
The Captain held her head firmly against his lap. He loved watching her young fruitful mouth work its way up and down his penis. He loved seeing her firm breasts with their light pink nipples sway with the movement of her body. She was delicious, and he wanted to devour her.
"Slowly . . . slowly . . . " he shouted suddenly, his body jerking with the oncoming flood of his orgasm.
Jennie clamped, down on him and held him at the base as his cock shuddered and exploded. She took as much of the white semen as she could, but most of it escaped at the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin.
When she had finished, she withdrew and licked the stuff off her mouth like a little girl getting the last remnants of her ice cream.
"Will you marry me?" the Captain blurted in a burst of affection.
Jennie grinned. "You're the second one who's asked me that."
"Only two? Then I have a chance?"
Jennie turned her eyes downwards. The Captain lifted her to her feet and buried his face against her smoothly rounded belly. The warmth of her sex fur reached him, and he kissed her skin and traveled south.
"So beautiful . . . so beautiful . . . " he mumbled over and over again. He reached her blonde triangle and tasted the salty hair, then drove his tongue through the fur and into the slippery pink slit of her young sex.
Jennie automatically raised her left leg and put it on the chair. She arched her belly outwards so that the Captain could get the most she could offer. "That feels wicked," she said, trying to sound as breathless as she had in her movies.
The Captain licked at her smooth labia, then pried open the flesh around her little clit. The organ was erect, and when he stabbed at it with his tongue, Jennie's entire body convulsed. "Oh!" she cried, feeling the sharp pleasure pain which stimulation of that organ always caused her.
The Captain kept at her slit, then moved downwards into her creamy valley. Her juices were flowing now, a river of thickly sweet-tasting love that the Captain lapped up like a starving man.
Jennie tried to hold herself tight by staring at the clock on the wall and counting the seconds. But the Captain was getting to her. His tongue was moving in and out of her little cunt like a snake -- a hot, moist reptile with the insane desire to enter totally. And he was touching all the right places.
She fell against the table when her orgasm struck. The Captain held her upright, gripping her buttocks hard. Jennie shuddered and cried out in little gasps of pleasure. She hadn't come this hard in an hour.
Captain Ames lived in a small house on a bluff over-looking the ocean. The front yard was filled with roses and cactus plants. The brick house itself was neat, with white paint shining along the wood trim.
"It's a nice house," Jennie said as the Captain held the door open.
"Yes. The little wife and I think so. We've been here for twenty years. Couldn't have been happier."
Jennie smiled as she climbed the steps towards the front door. She supposed it was better to be here than stuck all night in the jail. At least, the Captain had made it sound that way. She had been given her choice, and the Captain, even after his first bargain had become bullheaded about the whole thing. He had insisted that Jennie come home with him to meet "the little woman" and to share in the warmth and coziness of his home.
The "little woman" wasn't so little after all. She was short, and appeared too wide to even make it through the doorway. Her face was beet red as she tugged the apron off her mu-mu and threw her arms around Jennie. "Poor little girl," she cooed.
The Captain closed the door behind him. "Bertha, I'd like for you to meet Jennie. She's coming to stay with us a while."
Bertha stood at arm's length and beamed at Jennie. "I just think that's wonderful, Jennie. Just wonderful!"
"We'll fix up the old guestroom," the Captain said. "She can stay there."
Bertha smoothed the front of her mu-mu and took Jennie's hand. "You must be dirty and hungry, child. Let's get you a bath before we eat dinner! Hank," Bertha said as she led Jennie into the hallway, "you get a nice fire going. It's getting a little chilly tonight."
The Captain turned and went to work on the fire-place.
A few minutes later, Jennie stood naked by the tub. The water was warm and filled with bubbles. Bertha sat on the small stool in the corner of the bathroom. Her face was flushed, and the smile never left it.
"Go ahead, child, it should be cool enough"
Jennie felt embarrassed. The woman had not taken her eyes off her. She felt her piercing stare along her spine, down across her nude buttocks, and even between her thighs.
"Come, child!" Bertha exclaimed. "Dinner's almost ready!"
Jennie put one foot then the other into the tub. She sank quickly down into the warm water and allowed the protective bubbles to rise to her chin.
"Now doesn't that feel wonderful?" Bertha asked.
"Yes," Jennie replied, taking the soap and moving it up between her thighs. She felt her sore vagina, and wondered if the fat woman even dreamed whose semen lay inside her. The thought made her laugh.
"Why are you laughing, my child?" Bertha asked.
"Nothing," Jennie snapped. "It just feels so good!"
Bertha nodded. "Shall I get your back?"
Before Jennie could answer, the huge woman was lifting her and sitting her up straight. Jennie's breasts floated on the surface her nipples half-exposed. Bertha took the soap and began lathering her back, moving her large hands beneath Jennie's arms and grazing the sides of her breasts.
"You're such a pretty child," Bertha said as she soaped her down.
"Thank you," Jennie replied.
"How did you ever get into such a mess?"
"Lucky, I guess," Jennie replied, laughing at her unusual burst sarcasm.
"It's so awful. The kids these days, running around naked, ruining innocent children like yourself. My Hank does everything to try and stop it, but he's just one man."
"Some man!" Jennie laughed, remembering his appetite as he devoured her cunt earlier that evening.
"I should say!" Bertha replied happily. "He's the greatest!"
Jennie watched the woman carefully as she dried her off. Bertha was breathing hard as she moved the towel across her firm breasts, then down to her round belly. Bertha tried to get between her legs, but Jennie stopped her.
"Cleanliness . . . " Bertha said, a flush crossing her cheeks.
"I'll get it," Jennie replied, a little too coldly.
Bertha handed her the towel and backed off. Jennie placed one leg on the edge of the tub, arched her belly out, and gave the woman an excellent view of squeaky clean snatch. If that's what she wants, Jennie thought, let her have it. And she did, spreading her tender labia and fingering herself as she moved the towel in and around her cunt.
And Bertha was bright red, breathing heavily riveted on the young girl's pussy.
Finally, Jennie finished and handed the towel to Bertha. "Do I have anything to wear?" she asked.
Bertha nodded, ran out of the bathroom and returned with a pair of levis and a tee shirt. Jennie held up the clothes and examined them before putting them on. She had had it much better back in Los Angeles with Bill and his films, she thought. Much better.
Dinner was a dried-up roast and even drier potatoes. Jennie ate little, while both the Captain and Bertha devoured their portions and went for seconds. When they had finished everything on the table, they turned towards Jennie.
"Would you like to get some sleep now?" the Captain asked, a twinkle in his eye.
Jennie nodded. She would love some sleep, but the way things were going, she wondered if she would be allowed to. She counted on the fact that the Captain would be afraid to approach her with his wife in the house. She was tired of getting humped.
The cool clean sheets felt wonderful against her naked skin. Jennie held them up to her throat and stared at the ceiling. It had been some kind of day, and she tried to retrace the steps which had brought her to this house. Deep down inside, the young girl knew that she would have to take the time to retrace her steps -- all of them -- and try to determine why she was where she was. She knew she had lost control of her life, but it would only be through an analysis that she could regain some sense of it.
Jennie had reached the end of the filming when she heard the footsteps outside her room. "Oh no!" she mumbled.
The door creaked open, and a shaft of light flooded the room. The outline of a naked man, paunchy and flabby, yet with a stark hard-on, was silhouetted against that light.
"Jennie?" the Captain whispered.
Jennie tried to pretend she was asleep.
"Jennie, it's me!"
Jennie almost burst out laughing. Who the hell else would it have been?
The Captain closed the door behind him and crept across the floor to the bed. He stood above the sleeping figure for a few moments, rubbing his cock and getting it to full strength.
"Jennie," the Captain said, leaning down so that the tip of his penis touched her cheek, "I've brought you a present. Wake up!"
He pulled the sheets down across Jennie's chest, revealing her breasts. She could feel the heat of his prick as he guided the tip of his organ against her nipples back and forth, back and forth.
"Jennie, the Captain is here with your favorite all day sucker!"
"Shit!" Jennie blurted out suddenly. "All day sucker, Jesus!"
But the Captain was not to be stopped. He continued to grin, and lowered himself against the bed. His penis was now resting against her mouth. "Go on, suck on daddy," the Captain ordered.
Jennie turned, kissed his cock, and sucked him inside her mouth.
The door burst open suddenly, and the awesome figure of Bertha dominated the light from the hallway.
"Oh-oh . . . " The captain whispered.
"Sinners!" Bertha shouted, almost breaking down the walls with the heft of her voice. "Onto your feet, sinners!"
The Captain rose slowly, bent over at the waist like a shriveled old man. Jennie remained in the bed.
"You whore . . . up!"
Jennie had finally been able to adjust to the light, and what she saw almost made her laugh. Bertha was nude, except for a leather belt around her huge middle and a crisscross pattern of leather covering her breasts. She wore knee-length black boots, and carried what appeared to be a whip in her hand.
It definitely was a whip.
Jennie screamed as Bertha struck her with the dried leather. "Up, you whore! Into the dungeon!"
Jennie jumped nude from the bed, ready to follow the woman anywhere. The strange procession began its trek down the hallway, with Bertha pushing from behind and the Captain, shriveled and crouched, leading.
They reached the basement door, and the Captain opened it. He reached inside for a light switch, found it and turned it on.
Fear chilled Jennie's naked body like a cold, evil wind from the north. The basement was bathed in a purple glow emanating from one black light in the corner. On the far wall was a huge cross, complete with bracelets for the ankles and the wrists. In the center of the room was a table, long, hard, also with bracelets. And on the wall nearest the stairs was a rack with a huge assortment of whips, cat-o-nine tails, and other assorted gizmos of the pain trade.
"Jesus Christ!" Jennie muttered.
"Keep moving, you little bitch!" Bertha demanded as she closed the door to the basement and locked it.
Jennie felt frightened as she stood on the cold cement floor between these two fat people. Bertha was so huge that she couldn't even see the woman's cunt. She was one huge fold of flesh on top of another.
"You are to be bound, and you will suffer for your sins!" Bertha said as she dropped her whip and picked up a strand of leather. With the help of the Captain, they bound Jennie's hands behind her.
"We shall," Bertha said, "give the Captain the best of both of us!"
Jennie watched as Bertha tied the Captain to the cross. The man looked ludicrous with his legs spread and his hard-on sticking out like a dog's. Bertha gave the man's erection a small tap with her whip just for practice.
Bertha then took Jennie by the shoulders and forced her to her knees in front of the Captain. "Suck him!" Bertha ordered.
Jennie shifted herself, and planted her mouth around the Captain's prick. She began bobbing up and down along his length, taking in as much as she could.
Bertha, meanwhile, began flogging him with the whip she had brought to the bedroom earlier. She hit him expertly, with short flicks of the wrist, across his chest and very low on his belly.
Jennie could hear the swish, of the leather as it passed inches from her head. She began sucking his cock harder and harder, hoping that if he came quickly the strange ordeal would be over with.
The Captain writhed and twisted as much as possible on the cross, hanging there like some overfed saint with his head down and his body sagging. But his erection remained strong.
Bertha cursed and lashed at her husband. "You hate me!" she screamed. "You hate me because you don't see my inner beauty -- the loveliness of my soul! I detest you!" And she lashed him across the shoulder.
Jennie clamped down on his penis when she felt him begin to throb. He shot his stuff into her mouth, great hot gobs of semen that scorched her throat. Jennie gagged and finally pulled away and spit some out onto the floor.
"My God!" Bertha cried when she saw the nude girl spitting the come out, "my husband's essence! The precious fluids of his body! His manhood! And you throw it out like it was rotten or something!"
Jennie didn't have time to react. Bertha had her around the chest, hauling her to her feet. The fat woman pressed her body hard against her buttocks, and ground her pelvis into her spine.
"You shall pay!" Bertha shouted over and over again. She held Jennie tightly, and ran her hands over her breasts, then down across her belly, and pushed hard against her groin. Jennie cried out when Bertha's fat finger found its way into her slit.
"No, please!"
But Bertha laughed. "You've no choice!" She pried at Jennie, pushing her finger deeper and deeper inside.
"Bertha! Bertha Bertha!" The Captain was struggling on the cross, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Bertha halted for a moment and turned towards him.
"For God's sake, get me down from here!"
"Shit, I forgot, Hank!" Bertha let Jennie go and untied her husband. "You all right?" she asked as she examined his wrists.
"Fine, Bertha," he smiled.
"Good, now we have our dessert!"
Jennie was taken to the table and tied down. Her legs were spread so wide that the inner muscles of her thighs hurt with the strain. She had not been so wide open since her visit to the doctor. And even then it wasn't this bad.
Bertha stood at the foot of the table. "My God, her cunt is so young! Captain, you've done yourself proud this time!"
The Captain grinned. "Thank you, my dear."
"Proud, real proud. Just look at that pink flesh. Her lips are so firm and strong. And there's hardly a wrinkle. She's perfect!"
Jennie could not believe what was happening. Bertha dropped her whip, then flopped herself down onto the table between her legs. Jennie felt her large, wet mouth at her pussy and cried out. "No . . . please!! ! "
The Captain stood at the head of the table and patted Jennie's forehead. "Now, now," he said soothingly, "we must let Bertha have her fun."
Jennie twisted and writhed. Bertha was licking her cunt in long, forceful strokes, digging deep inside her.
"Please!" Jennie cried. "I don't want a woman!"
"Bertha's not a woman," the Captain said with a smile. "She's a dominatrix. There is a difference, you know."
Jennie looked up at the man, then down at his groin. The Captain held his penis and was jerking himself off into an erection. The prick was half-size and climbing.
"When I'm ready," he said, "you'll take me inside that sweet little mouth of yours again."
Jennie shook her head. "No, I won't!"
"Yes, you will. Do you want to go back to jail?"
Jennie shuddered suddenly. Bertha had found her clitoris, and was gnawing at that sensitive bud with her teeth. Jennie could swear that the woman was laughing.
"Okay, open up, little girl," the Captain said, holding his fully erect cock out towards her.
Jennie whimpered as she parted her lips. The Captain pushed himself deep into her throat and began pumping. He held on to the edge of the table and wheezed as he stroked her.
Suddenly Bertha began moaning and groaning and increasing her lap job. Her strokes were almost violent as she dug deep and hard into Jennie's cunt.
"Bertha!" the Captain shouted, his face red and throbbing. "Come, Bertha! Come, baby! Come!! ! "
And come she did, with one hand between her thighs and the other inside her own mouth. She had inserted her finger the moment before and taken some of the love juice which Jennie had donated. She sucked on her own finger like a lollipop, all the while rocking back and forth on her heels.
The Captain shot his load as his wife tumbled back-wards onto the floor. He pulled out of Jennie's mouth immediately, dropping some of his come onto the girl's throat, and went quickly to aid his wife.
The room was silent now, except for the heavy breathing coming from the floor beyond the table. Jennie tried to lift her head high enough to see, but she couldn't.
Finally voices broke the silence.
"I'm all right, honey," Bertha said in a weak little voice. "It was just so fantastic"
"I know, Bertha. She's a wonderful child."
"So wet and young. Were we ever like that?"
"Of course, my sugarplum."
"Oh God, it was so good. I think I fainted."
The Captain cooed at his wife, whispering all sorts of endearments. "My little blossom flower . . . my little peach . . . my tender little quail . . . "
"I'm shaking, Henry," Bertha said.
"It's our blood pressure, Bertha. We must watch out for our blood pressure."
"I know, Henry. But God, I wouldn't know what to do without all this. It's our life."
The Captain cleared his throat. "Maybe we should get ourselves a little trailer and travel?"
"I don't know, Henry . . . "
"We could bring the whips, Bertha. Just tone things down a little."
Bertha chuckled. "Oh Henry, that's a wonderful idea. Could we bring Jennie with us?"
"Certainly, my sugarplum. Anything you want."
Jennie listened, not believing what she was hearing. The thought crossed her mind that she had gone completely insane, and that she was in a home for those who had also crossed over into Banana-land. The more the Captain and his "little woman" spoke, the stronger was the conviction that she had in fact, blown the circuits.