Chapter 7
The late afternoon sun was warm and soothing. Jennie spread herself to it, draping her legs over the edge of the lounge chair. The cool afternoon breeze off the ocean caressed her naked labia like a mass of soothing fingers. She felt her flesh prickle, and her breasts tingle.
She was alone in the small back yard of the Captain's home. There was complete privacy here, with the nearest neighbor some two miles down the road. The Captain and his extraordinary wife had virtually ordered Jennie to sunbathe in the nude because neither of them really liked tan lines. Jennie had been lying out in the yard for five straight days, and her body was now becoming a golden brown, and her hair bleached from the sun. She liked her tan, but didn't like the conditions under which she was getting it.
Bertha, as usual, was standing inside the house watching the lithe figure reclining on the chair outside. Bertha's tanned face was beaming. The last five days had been some of the happiest, most satisfying she had ever spent. All day alone with the eighteen-year-old, and each night the "scene," as she had come to call it, in the basement. Bertha sighed, took a long swig from her diet cola and opened the door to the yard.
"Feels good?" she asked as she walked up to where Jennie lay. The sun virtually disappeared behind her massive hulk.
"Yeah, it's a nice day."
Bertha dropped to her knees next to Jennie, her mu-mu billowing around her like some huge mushroom. "You're looking beautiful, my dear. The sun's good for you."
Jennie felt the woman's eyes peering between her widespread legs. She thought of pulling her thighs together, then realized it wouldn't make any difference. She was a complete prisoner of this strange couple's desires; there was no escape.
"Your thighs look absolutely heavenly!" Bertha put her hand on the inside of Jennie's thigh and began stroking the smooth, soft flesh slowly and sensually. "So firm and smooth!"
Jennie closed her eyes and tried not to feel anything. But it was impossible. Bertha was sliding her hand high up between her legs, grazing the tempting flesh of her labia with the side of her hand, then retreating. Each time she came close to the young girl's crack, Jennie flinched.
"The market delivered this morning," Bertha grinned as she placed her other hand on Jennie's breast. "There are some very nice surprises."
"Huh?" Jennie opened her eyes and looked at the huge woman. Bertha was grinning mischievously.
"Nice things, things that make women feel good."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Oh, you will." Bertha moved her hand solidly against Jennie's vagina, then eased the edge of her hand between the swollen lips. The juices were flowing, and Jennie began to writhe against the invading member.
"Oooo . . . Bertha . . . " Jennie held the edge of the lounge chair as the woman pushed hard against her pelvis. "Not now . . . please . . . "
But Bertha persisted, now prying open Jennie's cunt and inserting her finger into her hole. "Nice and juicy and wet -- ah, perfect youth!"
Jennie was now swaying back and forth on the small chair, moving her pelvis in and out with the rhythms of Bertha's strokes. It had been like this every day since her indoctrination into the strange ritual of life which Bertha and the Captain led. There was never a warning, never any waiting until mutual desire was formed, If Bertha wanted to watch her get it off, it was Jennie's duty to comply. No matter where, or what time of day, or how many times -- what Bertha wanted, Bertha got.
Suddenly Bertha pulled away and got to her feet. "You keep that wet and juicy I'll be right back."
Jennie watched her as she waddled into the kitchen, only to return a moment later holding out a huge green cucumber.
"See what I mean about the market?" Bertha said gleefully.
"What's that for?" Jennie asked innocently.
"Why, for you, my dear. It'll be the best you ever had!"
Jennie instinctively drew her legs together, the objective of the large, phallic vegetable becoming clear in her mind. "Oh, no!" she cried.
"Oh yes!" Bertha insisted, prying apart the nude girl's legs and rubbing her wet cunt vigorously. "You'll love it."
"It's too big to go inside me, Bertha," Jennie pleaded.
But Bertha was insistent. "Oh now, don't be frightened. A woman's vagina is the most adaptable thing in the world. Why, the Captain has put things up inside me that you wouldn't believe. Actually, it's very good for the muscles."
Jennie closed her eyes. She knew that arguing with this woman would be futile. She had tried before, had begged Bertha to let her return to Los Angeles. But Bertha had insisted that Jennie's new home was right here, with the Captain and herself. For her even to consider some other place was completely beyond reality. As Bertha saw it, there was no reality beyond the small house on the bluff.
"Now just relax and enjoy!" Bertha sat at the edge of the lounge chair, held the cucumber between Jennie's legs, and began rubbing the tip of the thick vegetable against Jennie's slit.
"It feels so big!" Jennie moaned as Bertha pushed it a little further between her lips.
"It is big. Bet you never had a man this big!"
"No . . . I'd be afraid!"
"Nothing to fear but fear itself!" Bertha grinned.
Jennie held on to the chair tightly as Bertha began massaging her more vigorously with the cucumber. Slowly she pushed the thing between Jennie's lips and then into her vagina.
"Oh God, stop . . . please stop!" Jennie writhed back and forth on the chair, twisting her nude body high off the lounge, trying to close her thighs around the green monster and prevent it from entering her. But the more she struggled, the harder Bertha pushed, until finally a good three inches of the phallus were inside Jennie's tight vagina.
"Jesus, I can't take it!"
Bertha just laughed and began stroking her with the cucumber, pulling it in and out like a cock. "Take it, baby. Fuck it!"
She felt as if she was going to black out. Her vagina seemed to be ripping in two. Jennie struggled, trying her best to relax, to accept the invasion without tensing up.
"Easy, baby, just ride with it." Beads of perspiration had broken out across Bertha's forehead. Her mouth was twisted, her lips puckered, and her tongue darted in and out like a serpent's.
Jennie had been with the huge woman long enough to know that she would come very soon. It never took Bertha long when the activity involved inflicting pain on someone else. Jennie tried screaming and moaning in agony, hoping to force Bertha into coming as soon as possible.
And the ploy worked. The big woman suddenly yanked up her mu-mu, reached down between her thick thighs, and began fingering herself with violent strokes. Jennie opened her eyes and watched her as she rocked back and forth, then fell over backwards with a tremendous thud. The cucumber remained inside Jennie's vagina, and the beautiful young girl carefully and gently removed it.
"Ahhhh," Bertha moaned as she rolled around on the grass. "Just beautiful! Gorgeous!"
Jennie watched in fascination as the woman's body twitched and shuddered. Finally, she seemed to relax opening her small eyes and staring up at the blue sky.
"Are you all right?" Jennie asked.
"I'm fine, girl. Just fine. Never better!"
Jennie turned away from her, unable to look at the huge figure any longer without feeling a surge of revulsion flood her body. She had had enough of these people, of their gross orgasms and their flagrantly perverted means of achieving them. It was time to leave.
But Jennie knew that getting up and walking out was an impossibility. She was a prisoner of this odd couple, one of the poor unfortunates pulled from the heap of wandering humanity and given the incredible opportunity of servicing these people in their bizarre search for sexual gratification. Being at the Captain's had become a truly impossible situation -- one from which there seemed no escape.
Before Jennie even had the opportunity of thinking up some kind of plan, the Captain returned home from the station with a surprise for Bertha.
"Honey!" The Captain chuckled, wrapping his arms halfway around the huge woman, "this must be our lucky month!"
Bertha grinned. "I told you, Mars is ascending. It always brings us luck!"
They were standing in the living room, with the front door still open. Jennie sat at the dining room table, wearing her bikini and feeling outrageously naked, when the Captain and his woman turned towards her.
"And for little Jennie here -- boy, will she be surprised!"
Jennie tried to smile, but found it difficult.
"Yessir," the Captain continued, grinning foolishly at Bertha then at Jennie. "We got ourselves some good times coming down the road!"
"That's very nice," Jennie said softly, wondering what new device he had come up with. Probably, she thought, he had made a stop at the hardware store and picked up some new kind of chain.
The Captain began backing out of the house, still with that grin plastered on his face. He disappeared for a moment then returned a second later.
She could not have been older than fifteen. Her hair was long and straight and black. Her face was scrawny like a tomboy's. And her body -- a little girl's body suddenly caught up in the throes of womanly maturity. Beneath her tie-dyed tee shirt were the little nubs that would someday become breasts.
"I found her smoking grass on the highway," tine Captain explained as he draped his arm around the small girl. "Her name's Asphalt -- or at least that's what she called herself. Been traveling by herself for six weeks. She's a real comer!"
Asphalt searched the room with her quick brown eyes. There was fear there and much apprehension. But there was also a silent appeal for acceptance. "Hi," she said simply to Bertha.
"My child! My child! Welcome to our humble home!" Bertha hugged the girl and Asphalt all but disappeared into the massive flesh.
"She going to live here?" Jennie asked from her seat at the table.
"Of course!" the Captain replied gleefully. "You and Asphalt will become great friends."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Of course you will. Young girls like yourselves, you must have a hell of a lot in common!"
The Captain's idea of having a lot in common meant nothing less than developing an intimate relationship. His tact for this venture into lesbianism began directly after a full and nourishing dinner which had been prepared lovingly by Bertha.
"Shall we retire to the basement?" the Captain suggested as he sipped on his cheap scotch.
Jennie rolled her eyes towards the heavens. "Again?"
The Captain patted her on her hand. "Of course, my child, if going back to jail suits you better, just say the word."
Jennie had to think about this for a moment. Finally she shook her head. "No, I'll go."
Little Asphalt stared at the Captain, then at Jennie, then at Bertha with wide open eyes. She had already been indoctrinated into the rules of the jail by the Captain -- taking his cock deep into her throat and sucking on it like a lollipop. She had a small, little-girl's mouth, and the Captain had delighted in her squeals of passion as he had come powerfully inside her throat. The inspiration to couple Asphalt with Jennie had come at the moment of ejaculation -- that precise time when the Captain had most of his better ideas.
All four moved down to the basement together, like a family moving into the living room to watch their favorite television show. Bertha took a seat next to the St. Andrew's cross and leaned back, her mu-mu riding high on her fat legs. The Captain stood above the torture table and played with one of the metal bracelets. Jennie and Asphalt stood next to each other like two small girls being reprimanded for their bad behavior.
"Bertha and I are really lucky to have you both here tonight," the Captain said in a friendly voice. "You two have the ability to provide us with the ultimate delight. I hope that you proceed along those lines with verve and enthusiasm."
The warning was there, and Jennie shrugged. Asphalt was transfixed by the apparatus in the room, and had yet to bring herself to react to the Captain's instructions. "What do you want us to do?" she asked innocently.
"He wants us to make it together," Jennie blurted out.
"Oh . . . really?" There was a note of anticipation in Asphalt's squeaky little voice. "Is that all?"
Jennie looked at the frail little girl and wondered. Asphalt's eyes were wide now, and there was an unmistakable gleam shining forth. "Have you ever . . . uh . . . made it like that?" Jennie asked.
Asphalt grinned, then turned her eyes downwards. "Gee, yeah. I mean, you're on the road like me, you do everything. You know?"
The Captain clapped his hands gleefully. "I knew you were great when I saw you out there on the highway smoking that marijuana cigarette! I just knew it!"
Bertha also clapped. "Let's get this show on the road, Henry!"
"Yes dear," the Captain replied, his voice dropping slightly as the potential wrath of his large wife reached him. "Okay girls, you may begin."
The Captain turned down the lights so that the room was bathed in a soft purple glow. He lit a few candles for effect, then took his seat next to Bertha. The strange couple sat there with shining eyes of anticipation, holding each other's hand as if watching their little child's first piano recital.
Jennie turned and faced Asphalt. The two girls were of equal height. Asphalt smiled and placed her hand on Jennie's naked hip, just above the bikini line.
"Kiss me," Asphalt said softly.
Jennie leaned forward and put her lips against Asphalt's. The girl's small mouth seemed to pucker, then open wider than Jennie would have thought possible. Suddenly, Jennie's mouth was filled with her large, hot tongue.
"Mmmmm," Asphalt moaned as she stepped up against Jennie and pushed her belly out towards her.
"Oh girls, that's nice!" Bertha squealed from her seat in the corner.
Asphalt untied Jennie's bikini top and pulled the garment from her body. She stepped back a foot and touched Jennie's brown, firm breasts.
"So big . . . and so firm!" Asphalt moaned as she traced the circular line around Jennie's nipple. Asphalt wasted no time in taking that erect bud between her teeth and grinding it slowly and passionately. "Mmmmm . . . " she moaned as she buried her face in Jennie's flesh.
"Take off her clothes, Jennie!" the Captain commanded from the dark corner.
Jennie obeyed, reaching down and lifting Asphalt's tee shirt up above her small breasts and over her head. Asphalt's torso was thin, and her breasts were little more than small apples on her chest. The nipples covered almost all of the flesh there, and they themselves were small and erect.
"Take 'em all off!" the Captain shouted again.
Jennie unsnapped the button of the levis, then pulled the pants down across Asphalt's thin, boyish hips. Asphalt helped by wriggling and twisting until she was finally able to step out of them. Naked, she was a sexy nymphet -- a young female body just on the verge of exploding into womanly sensuality.
"Eat her out!" Bertha cried out from the corner.
Asphalt was trying to do just that. She was struggling with Jennie's panties pulling them down across Jennie's firm hips. As her bush was revealed to the hungry teenager, Jennie held her breath. Asphalt dove in like as though starved, pushing her tongue hard up and down the pink slit.
"Ohhhhh!" Jennie cried as Asphalt forced her legs apart and discovered her lover's clit. She played with the erect bud professionally, pulling and stroking at the skin around it.
"Eat it . . . yeah, eat it!" The Captain's voice was weak with his own passion. Bertha had pulled out his penis and was stroking him slowly, the erect member throbbing in her hand like an exploding snake.
Jennie found herself lying on the hard wooden table where she had spent so many hours coming and going in recent evenings. The strange, boyish girl was between her legs now, licking and sucking at her wet cunt. Jennie watched her with fascination, never having dreamed that such an act would be committed upon her person.
"Mutual cunnilingus, girls!" Bertha yelled. "Time for mutual cunnilingus!" She sounded like a schoolmarm ordering her students into the schoolhouse after recess.
Asphalt did not miss a licking beat as she turned herself around, using her head as a pivot point, and dropped herself directly above Jennie's mouth. Jennie watched Asphalt's small, furry box as she lowered herself down, then spread her legs.
She was small down there, small as only a little girl can be. The slit was tight and warm, and the flesh seemed like a baby's.
"Lick her out!" the Captain shouted, his voice rising to that alto level Jennie had heard so many times before.
Jennie tentatively stuck out her tongue and touched Asphalt's slit. After all, she had never made it with another girl before.
"C'mon, girl!" Bertha cajoled from the sidelines. "Do it with vigor!"
Jennie took her words and applied them. She pushed harder with her tongue, now tasting the secretion emanating from the confines of Asphalt's little cunt. The juices were bitter-sweet, clear and very warm.
Both Bertha and the Captain were now on their feet, standing next to the table and watching the two girls go at it. The tangle of young flesh firm breasts, and wide open beavers was too much for the Captain. His cock began throbbing like crazy, and finally he dumped his load on Asphalt's small, pulsating buttocks.
"Ohhh . . . " Asphalt purred from the depths of Jennie's cunt. She flexed her muscles in her buttocks, showing the Captain that she was appreciative of his gift.
"Good girls. Good girls!" the Captain muttered over and over again.
The couple watched the girls until Jennie began thrashing on the table, caught in the throes of a mammoth orgasm. Asphalt came a moment later, undulating her small hips around and around against Jennie's face. Within a few seconds, both girls were serenely quiet.
"That was wonderful, girls. Just wonderful!" Bertha said, stroking Asphalt's smooth skin and occasionally dipping her finger deep between her buttocks.
"I think you both have done wonderfully!" the Captain agreed, taking Jennie's hand and placing it on his flaccid penis. "Just wonderfully."
Asphalt crawled off her new lover and stood naked in the center of the room, "This is the weirdest fucking scene I've ever seen!" she said suddenly.
The Captain laughed. "But you liked it, didn't you?"
"Oh yeah, I guess it was okay. Jennie's really a fox and everything."
Jennie sat up on the table and saw the true friend-ship which was developing between the other three.
"And you, Jennie, what did you think?" the Captain asked.
Jennie shrugged. "I like men better," she said simply.
Asphalt looked at her quickly, her small face contorted with an angry expression. "No dude could have done you like I just done you!" she screamed.
Bertha stepped in front of Asphalt, just to make sure the little nymphet didn't resort to physical violence. "Please girls, I detest violence!" Bertha explained.
Jennie looked at her, then at the whips hanging from the wall and broke out laughing. "You're really funny," she mumbled.
"My child!" Bertha shouted angrily.
It suddenly occurred to Jennie that she had said the wrong thing. The Captain had moved next to her and both his hands were on her shoulders.
"You should never insult my pumpkin, Jennie' Never!" the Captain warned.
Asphalt was enjoying the whole freaky scene. She moved up next to Bertha and was rubbing her little nude body against the huge woman. "Bertha's just a mother to me, Jennie. Take it back!"
The three of them glared at Jennie. "I'm sorry," Jennie said finally.
"Not good enough, is it, Henry!" Bertha said coldly. "I'm afraid not, my dear," the Captain replied, forcing Jennie to lie down on the wooden bench.
And before she knew what had happened, she was strapped and chained to the bench, her legs spread-eagled and her arms out to the sides.
"There," the Captain said in a satisfied voice, "I think Jennie should learn to respect her elders. We'll just let her sleep here till tomorrow."
The three of them left the room together, like a family which has just completed their dealings with an unwelcome stranger.
The position in which she found herself was uncomfortable, but not to the extent that Jennie could not sleep. After all, she had found herself tied to the insane table almost every night since her. arrival at the Captain's a week ago. As the last of the candles burned itself out and the room fell into darkness, so did Jennie.
The dream was a wild one. Jennie was moaning loudly, moving her young, supple body as much as possible against the restraint the of the bracelets and the leather straps. Her wide-open cunt was soaking wet, and her nipples were aching to be touched. In the dream a man stood above her, his large cock erect and throbbing. He held his dick in his hand and waved it at her, the huge, mushroomed , head red with blood. He forced the prick into her mouth, stroked a few times then removed it. He guided it down the length of her naked body across her belly and to her muff. Slowly, he positioned himself at her crack, then began entering her. Her wet channel was being filled by his throbbing muscle.
Jennie accepted the thick muscle inside herself gratefully. It filled her, it pacified her, and it drove her from the bonds of torture into another land entirely.
The man continued to fuck her with increasingly powerful rhythms, slashing at her belly with his wand and diving deeply into her young cunt. Jennie cried out, and the sound of her own voice awakened her.
It was no dream..
Jennie could not see the man standing at the end of the table with his penis inside her. He could not see the face. Just the long hair, the great beard and skinny body.
"Fat John!" she whispered.
"I'm back!" Fat John laughed as his penis throbbed, pulsated and exploded inside her. She felt his warm juices mixing with hers as his semen shot into her belly.
"I've come for you!" Fat John whispered as he pulled himself out, picked up his clothing, and began dressing hurriedly. "We've got to get you out of this madhouse!"
Jennie could not believe it, but a moment later her hands and her feet were untied. She was free!
"C'mon, put this on!" Fat John said as he handed her a robe.
"How did you get in?" Jennie asked.
"Picked the lock. C'mon, everyone's waiting outside."
Fat John took the grateful girl's hand and led her up the stairs. Jennie stopped at the top and looked back at the room, the dark torture room which had become her life during the last week.
"It's been weird," Jennie said.
Fat John chuckled. "I-can imagine!"
They were on the highway in Fat John's bus, heading towards Los Angeles. Maria, Sunshine and Sloe were no longer with the traveling entourage. "They split for bigger dicks," was the way Fat John explained their absence.
Jennie did not care. Just being outside, driving along the highway, was enough. She was totally grateful.
"How did you know I was there?" she asked Fat John.
"Reputations, babe." Fat John replied. "Reputations?"
"Yeah. The Captain and his whale. Man, everyone in the underground knows their scene. He's been at that weird bag for five years, picking up the kids on the beach, taking them back there and using 'em to get his rocks off. Everyone knows about it."
"Jesus," Jennie muttered. "He just brought in another girl tonight, too."
"Too bad," Fat John replied, slowing down as he saw a highway patrolman sitting off the edge of the freeway. "We'll go back and get her in a week or so."
Jennie shuddered at the thought of spending another week with the weird couple. "How does he get away with it?" she asked.
"Oh shit, babe," Fat John answered, a tone of exasperation filling his voice. "Everyone's got their strange scenes going these days. Man, I knew a couple of L.A.'s most prominent lawyers -- their trip was beating each other up. Only way they could get it up. It's just the way the world's going these days."
"Well, it's too weird for me," Jennie said.
Fat John nodded.
Jennie slid across the large seat and sidled up next to her hero. She untied the robe, then pulled it from her shoulder.
"I'm so grateful, Fat John," she said.
Fat John glanced at her two perfectly formed breasts illuminated by the oncoming headlights and almost lost control of the bus. "Damn, Jennie, be careful! You're going to kill us both!"
"I told you how grateful I am. I want to do something nice for you."
"You already have," Fat John said, grinning.
"But I want to do more."
Jennie pulled the robe from her body, and sat naked next to Fat John. She took his hand and placed it between her thighs. "Touch me and make me wet, Fat John," she purred.
Jennie spread her legs and Fat John began rubbing her warm, silken snatch. Her juices began flowing immediately as she ground her belly against his hand.
"Oh, that feels so nice," Jennie said.
"Yeah," Fat John said, shifting in his seat.
"Uncomfortable?" Jennie asked.
"A little," Fat John laughed, his erect cock aching against the pressure of his levis.
"Lemme help," Jennie said. She reached down and unsnapped his levis, then struggled inside until she pulled his penis out. The huge stem rose immediately to attention. Jennie held it lightly and stroked it gently.
"God, I've missed you," she whispered as she leaned down onto his lap. She placed her mouth on his tip and blew a warm stream of air onto the mushroom.
"God . . . so hot and big!" she moaned, licking gently at the small hole. "I wants you inside me again, Fat John!"
"No can do," Fat John replied. "We've got to get to L.A."
"Okay, next best thing then."
Jennie caressed Fat John's cock with her tongue, moving down along the sides of his cock, then up again to the tip. She kissed the hot, sticky flesh lovingly, then parted her lips.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as she placed her mouth around his pole and sucked him deep inside her throat.
"A mouth like a vacuum cleaner," Fat John said proudly as he felt her sucking smoothly on his sex.
Jennie reached down between his legs and played with his balls, fondling the sac gently and moving them one against the other. Her finger then traced the line down between his buttocks and she probed until she found his asshole. As she continued sucking, she pushed her finger into his anus.
"Oh baby . . . Jesus, we're going to crash!"
"Mmmmmm . . . mmm . . . . " Jennie moaned as she bobbed up and down the length of his penis.
Fat John gritted his teeth as he felt himself come. Jennie clamped her mouth down around the base of his penis and pulled at him as he spurted his come into her throat. And at the moment of ejaculation, she yanked her finger from his anus.
"Oh, boy!" Fat John yelled as the bus swerved on the highway. "Man, oh man!"
Jennie held his throbbing cock in her mouth until everything had been dumped. When he had finished, she licked him clean and stuffed him back inside his pants.
"There!" she said proudly.
"There is right, babe!" Fat John grinned.
She snuggled up against him, moving as much of her naked flesh against his body as she could. It was still three hours to Los Angeles, but it was a great night for a ride.