Chapter 7

Stacy's attitudes toward her life changed drastically after she moved into the master bedroom. He had more confidence in herself, and was more apt to speak her mind even in front of guests.

She became more aggressive in bed too.

She found that she could often get her way while fucking Sir Paullis, by just using a stern and demanding voice.

One night, after Paullis had completed his work, he took off his clothes and he climbed under the covers and snuggled up to pretty Stacy.

"How did things go this evening?" Stacy said. She had noticed that she was beginning to speak with an English accent.

"Not bad," Paullis said, a little weary. Their life together had become very domestic. "I perfected eight lines that had been bothering me. I think the poem is good and now I've gotten all the bugs out. I sure could use some good loving."

He tried to roll over on top of Stacy but she held him back with her arm. After weeks of practice with her Uncle Frank, she had learned to fend for herself pretty well while lying down.

She pinned his shoulders to the mattress, getting on top of him instead. He did not resist.

"Tonight we do it my way," Stacy said, taking the dominant role. "Tonight you do everything I say."

Sir Paullis cheerfully agreed. He thought that Stacy was very cute and she could do no wrong in his eyes.

"We are going to do sixty-nine. I'm going to blow you while you eat out my cunt," Stacy said as if she was a police woman telling a burglar to halt.

"Sixty-nine?" Paullis said. "Where did you ever hear such a phrase?"

"You know what it means, don't you?"

"Of course, but where did you pick it up?"

"I have been reading a lot," Stacy said, kissing Sir Paullis on his chest. "I start out reading only things that have me in them, and I end up reading the whole thing. You'd be surprised what I've learned."

"Would I?" Paullis said. He was still amused.

But the smile was wiped off his face quickly as she gave Sir Paullis a little bite on the inside of his thigh. She bit down hard enough to hurt him a little.

"Hey, watch it!" Paullis said with a small frown. "Be gentle."

"What's the matter big man?" Stacy said, enjoying the way she could use her lover. "Can't you take it?"

Paullis could see the game she was going to play. Every time she hurt him playfully he would be unable to complain or risk a jab at his masculinity. He noticed that Stacy was enjoying her control over the situation so he decided to play along with the game.

Stacy licked Sir Paullis' cock with the flat part of her tongue.

He swooned as if he was Ronald and it was his very first time.

Stacy really got off on his reaction and sat down on his face thrusting her open cunt over his mouth.

"Now eat me!" she said. "Eat me. until I drip all over your kisser!"

Paullis had to admit that it wasn't a bad idea. Playing along with his love-slave role he meekly made little licking motions at the outer lips of her cunt.

"No, you wimp! Eat me hard. Plunge your tongue deep up inside me. Fuck me with your tongue."

Paullis did as he was told. He stuck his tongue out of his mouth as far as it would go and sunk it deep into her honey hole.

Stacy laughed evilly. Her voice had dropped, and Paullis realized she was trying to sound like him.

He lapped at her open wound until his own saliva mixed with her lubricating juices.

Stacy in the meantime had lowered her head so her hair was pressed against the mattress and she was looking directly at Paullis' cock and balls. She lifted his balls with one hand and gave them a squeeze, once again maybe a little too rough, and with her mouth she found the sensitive spot between the sack and his asshole.

His groans were muffled because Stacy's cunt was covering his nose and mouth. He blew air into her cunt which came back out in his face sounding like a huge fart.

Stacy loved the feeling of her lover's tongue moving in and out of her cunt like a small but talented penis. His tongue was so smooth and wet, and it seemed to know every nook and cranny of her cunt.

Paullis loved the way that Stacy's cunt tasted. Depending on which part of his tongue he touched her with, she had a totally different taste. Pussy-tasting was an art equal to wine-tasting. No two pussies tasted exactly alike. He had found, as a general rule, that the younger the pussy, the sweeter the taste, but older women had a richness and odor of experience that little girls could not compete with.

He had found that African women have the muskiest tasting cunts. He had had to develope a taste for them, but when he did he couldn't get enough. He always returned to his old favorite though, the sweet young snatch.

Stacy continued to lick under Paullis' balls, and quietly slipped a finger between the cheeks of his ass and placed the tip against his hairy asshole.

Paullis loved the way Stacy's shaved pussy felt against his face. It made her seem very innocent, yet very experienced. She was the most erotic being he had ever known.

Stacy began to insert her finger into Paullis' asshole. '

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked, taking his mouth away from her crotch for a moment. Stacy laughed.

"I am training you," she said, now putting on a distinguished English accent, which sounded like a cute imitation of the poet. "This is the first step in your training. Soon you will be the perfect lover, and you will be able to take all I can give you."

Paullis knew there was no point in stopping the game now. He was tough. He could take everything she could dish out.

Stacy pushed her finger further into Paullis' asshole. His body tensed and Stacy was forced to wonder if the poet had ever been taken there before. He had known many women, but had any of them dared to stick anything up his ass? It was an interesting point to consider but Stacy knew she would never have the nerve to ask him. Well, maybe not never.

Stacy had her finger in him to the second knuckle and she was wiggling it around with a circular motion. She hoped that this was the first time anyone had ever done this to him. She liked the idea of busting Sir Paullis' cherry very much. It made her even hornier and Paullis noticed her clitoris was very swollen and pleading to be touched.

He moved his tongue to the ball of joy at the top of her cunt, and touched it as lightly as he could with the tip of his tongue.

Stacy was trying to remain unaffected, but the pure sensuousness of this touch made her whole body jerk and she let out a deep moan.

"Maybe we can cut the training for cunt-eating short," Stacy said with a laugh. "You already seem pretty good at it."

"Thank you love master," Paullis said, with an amused smile and touched her clit again with the tip of his tongue, a little harder this time.

Her pussy quivered.

A fresh shiver rippled through Stacy's body.

Paullis could taste her clit. It was very sweet. He put his tongue on it and kept it there, making his mouth organ totally still. He could feel Stacy's hips do the moving for him.

Stacy felt like arching her back and letting out a howl, but instead she stayed in control of herself and licked at the very sensitive spot on the inside of Paullis' cock, just below the head.

Paullis grunted into her pussy.

She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. This time it was her turn to be a tease. She left her mouth perfectly still until he moved his hips, thrusting-his cock in and out of her mouth.

Their hips moved in the same rhythm, even though their bodies were pointed in different directions.

Stacy took her mouth off the top of Paullis' prick.

"I want you to come on my face. I want to feel your hot sticky semen dripping from the tip of my nose."

Paullis thought that was one of the sexiest things he had ever heard a woman say. He could feel the inevitable rumblings inside his loins as his come began to stir and prepare itself for ejaculation.

Stacy put her hand around the shaft of his hard muscle and worked up and down on it. She could feel the blood vessels near the surface as they throbbed and pumped blood into the head of the penis.

She knew it wouldn't be long before he came great gobs, so she quickened the motion with her hand.

"Come on my face!" she ordered him as if he had another choice. "Spit in my face with your cock."

Sir Paullis knew there had to be a reason for her to make him come in such a strange way, but he didn't have time to think about it, because he lifted his ass up off the mattress and thrashed at his sides with his hands.

He grabbed Stacy by the buttocks and held on for dear life.

And then the come shot out, looking like hot vanilla ice cream, and splashed Stacy in the face.

Come was everywhere. It landed in her black hair and stood out white on black. It landed on her fore-head and in her eyes. It landed on her nose, and just as Stacy had wanted, a tiny drip formed on the tip of her nose, stretched, and fell off.

Tne come had landed near her mouth also but she made no effort to lick it away with her tongue.

Paullis' face was still buried in Stacy's flooded cooze, but he was lying motionless and his mouth was not working. He was basking in his after-glow.

Stacy lifted her hips so her cunt came away from Sir Paullis' mouth. She turned around so he could see his own come dripping down her face.

"I want you to lick your come off my face!" she said.

Paullis had never heard anything so ridiculous in his life.

"You want me to what?"

"I want you to take that talented tongue of yours and lick all your come off my face. You missed my mouth and now, you will have to pay for it."

Paullis could see that the game had not ended. He figured that trying new things was okay even at his age so he decided to continue playing along.

"Come here baby and lick it!"

Paullis moved his head forward and offered a hesitant tongue. He pretended he was a little afraid and a little disgusted by the whole idea which wasn't that far from the truth.

Stacy was having the time of her life. Even if she was only pretending she was learning the power a woman has, and could use to her benefit.

She held her face closer to his so he could reach it with his stretching tongue.

He touched his tongue to a drop of his come and drew away as if he didn't like it. A bit of come stuck to the tip of his tongue and made a shiny string hanging in the air, attached at one end to her face, at the other to his tongue.

"Lick it up good," Stacy said.

Paullis acted braver and offered a more confident mouth as he approached her face for the second time. He lapped her cheeks with a broad tongue until her face was shiny clean and all of his come was down in his belly.

He didn't mind the taste.

It made him wonder if women thought of come-tasting the same way he thought of pussy-tasting. Did every man's come taste a little different? He figured that it probably did. Nature had found very little room in her kingdom for identical things. All snowflakes were different, all pussies were different, and come tasted different. Judy Ann and Kathy had been an exception to this rule. They were exactly the same. He figured that is why he had lusted after them so. They were a perfect mirror image of each other, and their movements often followed a poetic symmetry. It was also for this reason that they had to go. They had been together for all of their lives, and they had never gotten a chance to become unique. It must do something to a person's ego to know that a perfect replica of one's self exists. That is why they had become cruel. Their normal cruel instincts had feeded off each other and had been whetted by Stacy, who threatened their security. But they would pay for their sins. The nuns at the convent would teach them well.

Paullis knew that all women need a lesbian lover to be perfectly happy. The twins had each other, and Stacy was given the maid. These relationships did not affect their ability to love Paullis. In fact, they strengthened his relationship with him. It gave them the feeling they were getting away with something, and at the same time gave them a chance to practice their erotic skills.

Stacy grinned at Paullis.

"So how did that taste?"

"A little salty."

"Did you like it?"

"It was okay. I prefer the taste of your cunt, but each to his own."

"Is there anything that can compare with the taste of one's own sex," Stacy said reflectively. "Do you yearn to suck your own cock the way I yearn to eat my own cunt?"

"I did when I was your age. But I got over it."

"Really?"

"Yes. I even went to yoga classes to see if I could do it."

Stacy could tell she was having her leg pulled and gave him a little slap on the ass.

"Is there anything else you would like me to do, oh, great slave-master of the suburbs?"

"Yes, I want you to lick my clit and finger-fuck me until I come," she said having a hard time trying not to smile.

He lay down on his back, removing the pillow and throwing it on the floor. His head was on the sheet that covered the mattress.

Stacy positioned herself so she was straddling his head, facing his feet.

Paullis thought this was the best angle of all to admire Stacy's pink shaved twat. It really was a work of art. It was probably a good thing that genitals were considered dirty and taboo in many parts of the world, or that would be artists would paint. Who would want to paint a clothed woman, when such intricate and animalistic wonders he beneath.

"I don't feel any licking," Stacy said.

Paullis thought she was being a pest. He was content to just admire her for a while.

He raised his head and licked the gooey flesh between the lips of her cunt with relish.

He spread the lips further apart with his fingers so he could see all of the folds of pink goodies that lived inside.

She shivered and threw back her head lustfully.

Paullis put his hands around Stacy's waist. She was so slim that his fingers went almost all the way around.

She began to move her body so her cunt slid back and forth across his face. She moved as if she was riding a walking horse.

A woman's pussy tastes differently, Paullis thought, depending on how worked up they are. If you've just gotten the clothes off them and immediately thrust your tongue into them, they will be a little dry, still sweet, but the taste will have no body. This was not true of Stacy however, who lubed up until she was dripping if you just looked at her. But with most women the taste of their cunts improves as their bodies become in tune with the sex acts that are being down to them. The best is to eat out a woman just after you have come inside her, Paullis thought. Then there were many fine tastes and odors lingering from her orgasm.

"Oh, Paullis that feels so good," Stacy said, picking up the pace of her rocking motion, as Paullis quickened the pace of his tongue strokes.

He put his mouth over that screaming red angry clit, and sucked it up into his mouth. He worked his lips and his tongue over the small but hard organ, rolling it around inside his mouth as he would a sip of wine.

"O God," Stacy whimpered, her facade of domination cracking just a bit, and she seemed vulnerable, lost in her own pleasure.

But Paullis had no urge to regain command. He was enjoying the game and he felt that it was good for Stacy to learn to be independent of him. Even if she decided to stay on with him after she turned eighteen, he would not be around forever, and sooner or later, she would have to learn to fend for herself.

Stacy pressed down hard on Paullis' face with her pussy.

She was approaching that very special peak, when orgasm is inevitable but has yet to come.

Stacy wondered how long one could sit on the peak without falling backwards into frustration or forwards into bliss.

As so often happened when they were making love, Paullis seemed to read her mind. His tongue would bring her to the peak, but would not allow her to topple, as if in a dream, over the other side that was filled with fragrant meadows and after-glows. He quickened the motion of his tongue until her body tensed and her fingernails dug into him, then he would press hard on her clit with the flat part of his tongue, so her pleasure would not decrease, but she would be unable to totally get off.

He repeated this process three times, and after the third Stacy's groans were flavored with begging, and maybe a little anger.

Finally, she screamed, "God damn it! Lick it! hard and keep licking it! You are torturing me!"

Paullis smiled to himself. He was proud of himself. He could control her easily even during her domination game.

He could not be so cruel to her for very long. Her whimpers for satisfaction struck a strong note in his heart, so he licked back and forth across her clit until she had the biggest come of her life.

Paullis hoped she wouldn't break any windows with her operatic scream of ecstasy, Stacy, after her nerves settled into a reasonable facsimile of normality, she looked down and saw that Paullis had gotten hard again. She thought about her orgasm which still traced little lines down her legs, then back up again and centered in her cunt.

Pleasure had been mounting up inside her, like enema water filling a bowel, and the pressure with which the release finally escaped was awesome and made her a little faint.

She kissed Paullis full on the mouth with pouting wet lips.

She rolled over on her back and stuck her feet up in the air, her toes pointing at opposite walls.

Paullis knew a cue when he saw one. He mounted her and slipped his massive tool right up inside her. It went all the way in with the first thrust and Stacy came again at once. It was a different kind of orgasm this time, shorter yet sharper.

Paullis continued to fuck her and she came three more times before he shot his wad for the second time, lining the walls of her hot hole with his lust jelly.

They were spent and fell into each other's arms, holding on tight, and peering into one another's eyes, each thinking how perfect the other was. They slept that way and had dreams of heaven.

Heaven on Earth.

The next day Stacy decided it would be fun to try out her new dominant sex role with the maid. She was perhaps a little overconfident, as beautiful young girls sometimes are, but she wanted to have a little fun and she decided to make sure she didn't frighten Marlene.

Stacy was lying nude across the bed in her old room, reading a dirty magazine, and waiting for Marlene to show up for her shave and bath. Her fingers played with her clit as she read a dirty story about a motorcycle gang all raping a virgin teenager.

She heard the familiar knock on the door and quickly hid the magazine under the mattress. She had snuck it in and she would be embarrassed if anyone found out she was reading such matter.

"Come in," Stacy said seductively.

Marlene entered the room. She noticed right away how flushed Stacy's face was.

"What were you doing? Reading that filth again?" Marlene said with a coy smile.

"How did you know?" Stacy asked, her embarrassment adding to the ruby tone of her cheeks.

"Who do you think makes the bed in here?" Marlene said and laughed. "You should know by now not to try to keep secrets from me."

Stacy had not wanted her game to get off to such a poor start.

So she decided to make an aggressive comeback.

She walked over to the maid and slipped an arm around her waist. She pulled the Swedish woman's body close to her and slammed a big kiss on her lips, thrusting with her tongue into a surprised mouth.

"We are frisky today, aren't we?" Marlene said.

Stacy continued kissing her. She kissed her behind the ear, on the ear, and on the neck. She stuck her tongue into Marlene's ear and nibbled on her ear-lobe.

Marlene giggled. It was as if no one had ever been that forward with her before. Or perhaps no other woman ever had.

"You must wait until after your shave and your bath," Marlene said, trying to regain control of the situation.

"No I want to make it with you now!" Stacy screamed.

Marlene was taken aback. She didn't know what to say. She could feel herself get all hot and bothered at the way Stacy was coming on to her.

"Take off your clothes!" Stacy ordered. Her voice was firm but did not lack affection. Marlene stood and looked at her wide-eyed.

"I said take them off! I want to make it with you, baby."

Marlene smiled, beginning to catch on and took off her clothes slowly and seductively as if she was doing a strip-tease. Marlene watched Stacy watch he strip.

When Marlene was totally naked, Stacy grabbed her and pulled her against herself, so their nude bodies touched from the crotch up, their nipples rubbing together.

"Oh Stacy," Marlene said, pretending she was about to faint. "You don't know what it does to me when a strong woman treats me rough."

The maid made a noise that sounded like a mad dog growling.

Stacy kissed her again and their lips played over one another, like children wrestling in a swimming pool.

"Eat my cunt, Blondie!" Stacy ordered. Marlene fell to her knees and Stacy pressed on the top of her head with her hands.

Stacy loved Marlene's hair. It was a light yellow, almost white, and hung down over her shoulders and breasts.

Marlene kissed Stacy's belly, and worked her way down until her tongue was on the shaved mound.

Stacy began to run her fingers through the long blonde hair that fell so gracefully from the maid's scalp. She separated her knees, and stood bow-legged so her cunt lips would part. She wanted to make" it easy for Marlene to sink her feminine little mouth into her boiling pit.

Marlene wondered what had happened to Stacy to make her so forceful. Had it happened overnight, or had it been a gradual process that she hadn't noticed until now? She knew one thing for sure. It had something to do with Sir Paullis and Stacy's recent move into the master bedroom. Was Stacy preparing herself to be head of the household someday? After she married, if she married, Paullis and he died, she would be the boss. Maybe she was practicing. being boss. Or maybe it was just another childish game, although not an unpleasant one, but a phase that would pass. Marlene did not care one way or the other. She was happy to have the pretty girl come on to her. She had always wanted a dominant lover, but one who was kind and considerate.

All of the men she had been with had been very rough and had no tenderness. They had no idea at all how to give her pleasure, and ever since she had been raped as a little girl by a man who talked her into letting him give her a ride home, she had encountered trouble coming with men. She had always found women very nice lovers. They cared and touched and seemed to know better what got a women off, but they were often prissy and lacked the ability to take the initiative. Marlene had been forced to be the dominant lover in all of her lesbian relationships, and it was a role that did not suit her.

Now she was on her knees in front of a young woman who was more than willing to tell her what to do. The idea made her cunt not moist, not damp, but soaking wet!

Marlene ran her tongue along the insides of Stacy's thighs in circles, growing ever closer to the opening where Stacy's unquenchable thirst for lust lived.

"Your tongue is very good," Stacy said still holding onto Marlene's head. "Let's go to the bed so we can give each other pleasure at the same time."

Marlene knew what she meant and they positioned themselves on the bed so they could eat each other's cunts at the same time.

"Why is it that you never shaved your pussy?" Stacy asked the maid.

Marlene thought for a moment and said, "I guess because I thought blonde pussies were popular. I don't know I never gave it much thought."

"Would it be okay if I shaved you now, so you can know as I do just how good it feels." Marlene thought it was a pretty good idea.

After all, the razor was already there.

Marlene lay down on the rug and opened her legs. Stacy shaved her bare, being very careful not to hurt her in any way, letting a stray finger strike her clit and laughing when she jerked.

Marlene ran her fingers over her own cunt-lips and swooned.

When both women were free of pubic hair they jumped on the bed and rolled around, rubbing their smooth crotches together.

This made it easier for Stacy to fulfill her fantasy of eating out her own cunt. They resumed licking at each other's twats, and Stacy tried to time her licks to be the same as Marlene's so she could imagine she was licking herself.

Quickly, the action got hot, and they were gobbling at one another with reckless abandon.

It was great sex.

Stacy could tell that Marlene was about to have a massive orgasm, so she tried something to add to her game.

She inserted her finger in Marlene's newly bared asshole, just as she had with Sir Paullis. But she was not gentle in any way. She thrust the finger in hard and fucked it in and out of the Swede's asshole.

Stacy could feel the muscles in Marlene's ass contract and squeeze her finger as her orgasm exploded within her. Stacy wished at that moment that the maid would fuck her in the ass with her finger in the same way, but she knew that did not fit in with the rules of the game they were playing.

Stacy and Marlene gave each other many orgasms during that session. It was the best time they had ever had together. The maid had shaved her and bathed her as if she was her slave.

The problem was, the domination bit was starting to go to Stacy's head. She figured if she could make it work with Sir Paullis and Marlene, she could make it work with anyone. She forgot that they had been playing along, because they knew that she was only pretending and they both, in their own way, wanted to please her very much.

Stacy also pushed aside in her mind the warnings Sir Paullis had given her about cheating on him. It had been a long time since her punishment and the pain had been forgotten.

One afternoon, while sitting over tea, Paullis had an announcement that gave Stacy an idea.

"Stacy," he said, looking up over a newspaper. "I have to go away this week-end."

"Can I come with you," Stacy said, taking a sip of her Lap sang Souchong tea.

"You could but I don't think you will want to. It's a poets conference with a bunch of stiffs in the midwest. The company will be very dull, and I will be very busy so I won't have any time to pay attention to you. You should go" out and make some friends your own age," he suggested.

A magic light bulb went on over Stacy's head.

This was the opportunity she had been waiting for.

She hadn't really thought about it, but she had been looking forward to getting Sir Paullis out of town so she could have a little fun and not risk getting caught.

All that week Stacy thought about what she would do with her two days of freedom.

Since she was a big fan of new wave music, she decided to go into New York City and check out the action at some of the local clubs. She knew that the scene was pretty decadent, so she figured she would have no trouble finding a nice boy with a big cock who would do everything she demanded.

Marlene and Stacy went into the city to shop for punk clothes. They bought a pair of black spike high-heels with pointy toes, black leather pants that fit snugly around the ankle, a pink loose-fitting blouse which was to be worn with no bra, and a pair of wraparound sunglasses.

At home she modeled the clothes for Marlene who applauded and told her she made a very attractive punk.

On Friday night, moments after Sir Paullis had left for the airport Stacy forged out on her own and took the train into the city.

She had decided to go see her favorite punk rock group, Drip Anus, at a club called Smax. When she arrived at the train station she stepped out to the curb and had no trouble hailing a cab. Pretty young girls in punk outfits very seldom have any trouble getting a cab in New York.

The cab driver's name was Nathan. He was Italian with big brown eyes and a sincere look that masked lust in his heart. He had trouble driving because his eyes were riveted to the rear view mirror. Even though it was dark out, Stacy was wearing her shades.

Very hip, Nathan thought.

But he was a nice cab driver and he drove her directly to Smax without making any pit-stops along the way. He thought about it of course, but he decided he wanted to make money more than he wanted to get laid, so he didn't proposition her. During the time he was fucking this tight squeeze, there was no telling how many big fares and juicy tips he would be passing up, so he didn't try anything.

The club was in a sleazy neighborhood in the Lower East Side. A bunch of kids dressed up in clothes very much like Stacy's hung out on the hoods of cars parked out in front of the place. They smoked joints and looked around in their shades like they were too cool to move.

Stacy clip-clopped across the sidewalk on her spike heels, after paying Nathan and tipping him ten bucks, for which she received a big brown-eyed sincere look that made her want to take him in the back of his cab.

It was very dark inside Smax, and it took a long time for Stacy to adjust to the lack of light. She thought of taking off her shades but she realized that was out of the question. She paid the cover, got her hands stamped, and found a small table in front of the stage.

A snotty blonde waitress asked her what she was drinking.

Stacy thought for a moment. She didn't know very much about drinks. She tried to think of a tough drink and ordered beer.

The beer cost a buck fifty and Stacy gave the waitress two singles. The waitress pocketed the bills and walked away, thinking the change was her tip.

Stacy sipped on her cool long beer and waited for the show to start.

It was past eleven when there was finally action on the stage. By this time the club had squeezed in all of the punk rockers it could hold. They were jammed in like sardines.

The emcee, who wore a mask over his face, made the introduction.

"How you doin' out there? We have a fine group of gentlemen from Queens for tonight's show. Here they are: Punky, Petey, Pussy and Poo! Drip Anus!"

The crowd went nuts.

The band ran on the stage, plugged in their instruments and roared through a hot licks version of their hit single, "My Baby's Like My Beer (They're Both Flat)". They all dressed the same, wearing tight sports jackets with tiny lapels, skinny black ties over collarless white shirts and tight black slacks fitting over the tops of pointed cowboy boots. They all had the same razor-cut and each had his hair died bright orange.

Stacy was in heaven. It was so great being out in the real world on her own, where she didn't have to worry about how she behaved, or what time she had to be in at night.

The lead singer's name was Punky, and he was Stacy's favorite. She could tell .by the bulge in his tight slacks, that he had an enormous cock, especially considering his slim build.

She was sitting in the very front and she stared at him throughout the show. She even lifted her glasses up on her fore-head a few times to wink at him when she knew he was looking at her. Other times she would roll her tongue over her lips slowly to attract his attention. She could see by the front of his pants what she was doing to him.

The band played for about an hour and then left the stage. The audience went wild, stomping and lighting matches, demanding an encore. The band ran back onstage to more thunderous cheers.

Punky stepped up to the mike.

"We'd like to do a new song for you now that we hope you'll like. And I'd like to bring a friend of mine up on the stage to help out by shakin' what she's got."

He reached down his hand and helped Stacy up on the stage. He gave her a peck on the cheek.

"What's your name?" he asked her. "Stacy."

She was surprised he hadn't recognized her. "Stacy, come back stage with us after, okay?"

"Okay," she said.

"The song is called "Sally is a Shmuck" and it goes something like this!"

Pussy, the lead guitarist, hit three power chords, Punky screamed, and the band tore into it.

Stacy danced around Punky as seductively as she could. She moved her hips in and out and from side to side. By the end of the song she and Punky were dry-humping in front of the microphone.

Punky grabbed her hand and they ran backstage together. The show was over.

The backstage was nothing like Stacy had imagined. She had pictured large private dressing rooms with stars on the doors. Instead she found that the whole band had to cram into one little room together where it was very hot and there was little air.

They could hear the crowd stomping and breaking glass.

"Are you going to play another encore?" Stacy asked Punky, taking off her sunglasses and wiping the sweat from her brow

"Naw, let them fuck themselves," Punky said and spit on the floor. "I want to be with you."

He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. He began to kiss her face and neck hard.

The rest of the band stood around and watched in amusement.

Stacy realized that she was in no position to play her little power game. It is hard to be dominant when you are out-numbered four to one.

Stacy tried to resist. She uttered a weak protest and kicked a little, but she decided it wasn't worth it and began to go with the flow.

"Hey fellas," Punky said. "It sure is hot in here."

"Sure is," they muttered.

"I think the band is wearing entirely too many clothes."

Without a word the band all got nude. Punky tore the pink blouse off Stacy and began to bite and suck on the tits that popped out.

"Wait a second while I take my pants off," Stacy said, slipping easily back into a submissive role. She turned her back to the band so they could see the crack of her ass and her shaved pussy as she pulled her tight leather pants over her feet.

She put her high-heels back on because she thought a woman wearing spike shoes was sexy. She had learned that by reading dirty magazines.

The band stood and stared at her. They had never seen a grown woman with no hair on her cunt before.

Petey and Pussy both had hard-ons. Poo, the drummer stood with a flaccid cock and rubbed his two drumsticks together.

"That is a fine quim you're sporting there," Punky said, reaching out with his hand, trying to get his whole fist in with the first thrust.

The idea of being with her punk rock heroes in such an intimate way, and the way she felt naughty about cheating on Sir Paullis, made her cunt slimy.

Stacy lay down on the bare backstage floor.

Punky leaped on top of her and sunk his huge member into her all the way with his first thrust.

Stacy let out a cry of joy. It was the first cock, other than Sir Paullis', that she felt in months.

It was true.

Variety was the spice of life. "Fuck harder, you little cunt," Punky screamed.

He was not the nicest guy Stacy had ever met but he had a big cock and he was sexy as hell.

She had her legs wrapped around him and he was slapping her hard on the buttocks, making the skin there blazing red.

Petey and Pussy walked over to join in the action. Poo sat in a corner and watched his drumsticks rub together.

Punky pulled out of her and ordered her to get on her hands and knees. Petey crawled beneath her and inserted his cock in her cunt. Pussy stuck his cock rudely into Stacy's face and she took it into her mouth and began to suck on it.

Punky then mounted her from the rear and placed his throbbing whang snug against her tight little asshole. He jammed it in much too hard and Stacy let out a scream of pain.

But she knew she would never be heard because the crowd outside was still making a lot of noise. Even if they had heard her, they probably wouldn't have done anything to help her. The screams of a woman getting fucked up the ass in a place like that would be considered part of the show and very amusing.

"Don't do it so hard," Stacy begged.

But the three members of the band continued to hammer at her without any concern for anything other than their own uncontrollable lust.

When they all came into her pretty much at the same time, they immediately lost interest in her.

She lay on the floor, come dripping out of her cunt, her ass, her mouth. Her lips were swollen and bruised and she felt used and humiliated. If this was the way the real world was, she wanted to go back to Sir Paullis and his distinguished and loving ways.

The band put their clothes on right away and were talking among themselves about where was the best place to go get drunk.

"What about me?" Stacy asked, tears now running down her cheeks.

"What about you?" Punky said with disgust.

"You tore the shirt off me. I have nothing to wear."

"So?"

"I can't go home like this!"

"Not my problem'"

They walked out and left her naked, abused and alone. Stacy had to spend an agonizing fifteen minutes before she could find a stage manager to lend her a dirty white tee-shirt.

His name was Frank.

"Here," he said. "It looks like you need it more than I do."

Stacy left the club in tears. She clip-clopped on her heels to the curb and hailed a cab.

The first one stopped. As chance would have it she drew the same cabdriver she had on her way to the club earlier. It was Nathan with his sincere eyes.

"Hey, it's you," he said in a friendly voice with a little smile.

The looked up at him, tried to stop crying and smiled. She remembered him.

"What happened to you?" he asked as if he was really concerned. "You look pretty disheveled."

"I just got raped by the whole fucking band at Smax. That's the last time I buy any of their records."

Anger was starting to set in.

"Didn't I pick you up at the train station?" Nathan asked.

"Yeah. That's where I'm going now."

"You can't go home like that. I don't mean anything by it, but you look like hell."

"What can I do? I didn't exactly plan it this way."

"Look, it's almost quitting time for me. What say I buzz you over to my pad in Brooklyn so you can freshen up. Then I'll drive you back to the station and I won't even charge you?"

"I don't know "

"Come on," Nathan urged. "I'll make you a cup of tea."

"Okay," she said.

So Nathan turned the cab around and zoomed to his apartment in Park Slope, Brooklyn. He got out of the car and opened the door for her, and gingerly held on to her arm as they walked up the three flights of stairs to his place.

When they got inside Nathan said, "Why don't you take a shower. I'll boil a pot of water and see if I can dig up a more adequate shirt for you."

Stacy smiled gratefully.

She couldn't believe anyone could be so nice after the awful experience she had. She took a long hot shower thinking about how handsome the cabdriver was.

When she came out of the bathroom she was totally naked.

Nathan seemed unflustered. He handed her a steaming cup of tea and smiled.

She reached out with her hand and touched his crotch with the palm. She could feel his long cock get hard.

"What do you think?" Stacy asked him in a little girl voice, continuing to massage his stiff prick which was still inside his tight pants. His pants were getting tighter by the minute. He took the cup of tea away from her, set it down on the coffee table, unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.

Stacy blew out cool air through puckered lips.

"I think I won't be taking you to the station until tomorrow morning," the friendly cabdriver said and kissed Stacy gently on the ear-lobe.

When Stacy got home to Sir Paullis he had a big surprise for her. It was an engagement ring. He also told her that the whole trip to the midwest for a poet's convention was a phony. He had lied to her so she would have a chance for one last fling. The guy who had lent her his tee-shirt at the punk club was an employee of Paullis' and so was Nathan, the very friendly cabdriver.

"Oh Paullis, you always were one step ahead of me," Stacy said and threw herself into his open and waiting arms. "And I would be proud to be the new Lady Cockerham!"

Paullis held her tight against his chest.

He liked the way her tits felt when they pressed against his body.

He knew they would be together forever and he loved the idea.

"I have an idea," Stacy said and winked at him. "Why don't we go to the master bedroom and fuck until we can't walk."

"That," Paullis said with a smile. "Is the best idea I've heard all day."