Chapter 7

"What did you think about what Mr. Thomas said," Claire asked soon after the old man exited from the room.

Linda, whose body lay outstretched still on the bed, rested her head on her hand and sighed. "Man, and I thought all we had to worry about was the Headmistress. It's sure lucky he warned us, though I'm not leaving this room till I leave it for good."

"If we'd gone through with our plan, though, where would we get that drug you told me about."

"Oh," Linda grinned, "Richard, that skinny boy, you know, gave me the address of this hippie who sells it. We could have had us a good time, too."

"Let's go there tomorrow after classes then. I want to get to the bottom of this."

"What do you mean, 'the bottom of this? Are you crazy?"

"Listen, Linda, Mr. Thomas isn't very good at lying. He obviously wants to scare us into staying here and I want to find out why. First of all, there's no way he could have overheard anyone in the Headmistress' office, there's a huge waiting room between it and the hall, second of all, if there's any place they would kidnap us it would be here and not in Mrs. Bunker's house. Why, this lonely place would be ideal don't you see? What are they going to do, drag us off, screaming our heads off in the middle of town. Don't be ridiculous. If anything they want to make sure we stay here and don't reveal anything."

"You mean there's no white slave trade going on?" Linda asked.

"There may be, but I just can't believe that Mr. O'Conner's involved in it. I mean, I admit I don't like him, but still I just can't believe he could do something like that."

"I agree."

"And it's interesting that Mr. Thomas made sure that he'd be the one person we wouldn't say anything to."

"I say we get that drug tomorrow," Linda declared, "and then check out the little gathering at Mrs. Bunker's. If we see any trouble coming, we slip them a little and get out. If not, maybe we'll find out the real truth. But I sure do hope Mr. O'Conner ain't one of them cause I'm not sure I could resist going anywhere with him."

Linda and Claire were both so worked up by the day's events that that night they had to satiate each other several times, before they finally could get some sleep.

The next day they went to the address given to Linda, which happened to be nearby. It was a large, brick mansion on the top of a hill overlooking the valley where the convent was located.

The thick wrought-iron door in the front which Linda timidly knocked on was immediately opened by a tall, elegantly dressed butler who stared at the two of them with a mixture of surprise as well as disdain.

We don't give charity here," he said, and started to close the door.

"This is a personal visit," Claire declared. "We'd like to see the master of the house."

"Who shall I say is calling?" the butler responded.

Just then, a gaunt young man with blond hair that tumbled in waves below his shoulders approached them. He was dressed in a purple silk robe, even though it was the early afternoon. Clenched in between his teeth was an elegant silver pipe which didn't contain tobacco.

"Man," he said. "I don't give charity, if you can dig it, chicks. I just can't afford the bread."

"We don't want charity," Linda said, "we want this drug you sell. Richard Gibson told me all about you. We want to buy." She leaned forward so that he couldn't help notice her breasts staring at him.

"Far out," the boy whispered. "Far fuckin' out. Everyone is getting into it. Come right in and I'll fix you up with anything your little hearts desire. I'll even charge you my special rate for those in educational services."

He led them into a spacious richly-decorated room, in the center of which was the biggest waterbed either of them had ever seen. "Make yourselves comfortable," he said, continuing to shake his head. "Have a sample toke on me," and he handed Linda the pipe.

Linda took a long drag on it and handed it to Claire, who naively imitated her black friend.

"I want you to know, your lungs are now filling up with the finest opium this side of Turkey," the boy grinned.

As the pipe went full circle, Linda and Claire became loose and giddy, giggling for no reason at all and bumping into each other and the boy.

"You know, now dig this," the boy exclaimed laughing. "I've never really observed one of Mr. John's community this close up."

"Now honey," Linda scolded, "you know you just ain't tellin' the truth when you say that."

"I mean I've seen 'em on the streets and shit. I'm sorry, I shouldn't say things like that-"

"It's okay," Claire whispered seductively glancing at the boy's legs under his robe. "Do we look okay to you?"

"Heavy man."

"Heavy?" Linda complained. "Now you been smoking too much of this stuff." She inhaled deeply. "I'd say it's affected your eyes. I mean, we may be endowed, but I'll be a fox in a chicken coop if you can say we're heavy."

At this the boy broke out in a peal of laughter.

Claire, giggling, turned to Linda who stared at him uncomprehendingly. "Linda, don't you know anything? It's an expression."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, the pipes dead, man" the boy broke in.

"I just know I'm not heavy," Linda declared, ignoring him. "I'll prove it. No skinny-assed white boy's going to say something like that without seeing the evidence." And without another word, she grabbed the boy's hands and led them underneath her skirt.

"Now," she demanded, as he began to feel her tits. "You know that ain't fat," she sighed.

"I'll tell you," the boy said. "Your boobs feel mighty firm, but you know it's hard to tell just by feeling. Why don't you lie down. Lift that thing you got on you. You got to be the weirdest chicks I've ever run into."

"Now that's fine with me."

"What about your goods?" Claire asked, seeing the stiff line underneath the purple material of his robe and running her hand through his thick golden hair. "I'd say we should make it a contest. I'll be the judge of which is finer."

Linda had already lay down and hiked the woolen skirt up so that her breasts, the nipples dark and hard, peered out. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra that day, to Claire's joy.

The two of them simply gazed at her for a few moments, and she in turn smiled back, like a proud baby revealing herself to two admiring adults.

"Stand up," Claire said to the boy, "and let us take a look at you." Without any ado, she deftly undid the boy's robe, revealing a taut and unusually big cock, which he himself stroked with admiration.

"I don't guess you two see much of this sort of thing?" he grinned. "How is it?"

"I'll be the Judge," Claire repeated, and as if she were examining a flower at a contest, she cupped his balls in the palm of her hand, testing their weight as the boy involuntarily trembled with the delight of her cool, soft hand.

"Not bad," Claire muttered trying to remain dispassionate, her hand drifting up along the full length of his rod which seemed to flutter at her crotch.

Linda, in order to see better, stood up as well rocking the waterbed so that the waves rippling underneath their bare feet almost knocked them off balance. Falling forward, the boy's arms encircled Linda's broad shoulders in an effort to remain upright, his cock pressing up against her cunt.

Claire held them apart. "I haven't finished with the contest," she declared.

"I can't believe your tits," the boy gasped, his eyes bulging at the sight of Linda, who smiling, cupped them in her hands and pulled her nipples toward him.

Claire, continuing, got down on her haunches between them and ran her tongue over the tip of the boy's penis, while above Linda's thick, negroid lips parted, her gleaming white teeth shining through the slight space, kissed the boy's neck and journeying downward, sucked at his pink flat nipples, as the boy's arms scratched urgently at her back.

"Very nice," said Claire. "But we don't want him to come just yet."

Rising slowly, Claire plunged her index finger into her friend's moist cunt and pressed sensually as Linda whined with pleasure. Lifting Linda's dress, which had fallen down over her ripe black tits, she squeezed each of them in turn, as the boy, watching feverishly began jerking himself off, almost unconsciously to their rhythm.

Claire played with Linda's pussy, then lightly bit each of her nipples, and then squeezed them hard. "That isn't fat," she declared turning toward the boy and smiling. "But there's only one way to really judge. You must fuck! Whoever comes first is the loser! Glancing at the two of them, Claire wasn't sure if either could possibly resist for more than a few seconds, but as it turned out the boy had more will power than she would have imagined.

Claire guided his penis into the wide, black hole, as they both sighed with relief and desire.

Kneeling underneath them to get a better view of Linda's animal flanks undulating rapidly to the boy's relentless strokes, crying with passion at his merciless thrusts which seemed to rend her apart, Claire was unable to control her excitement. Feverishly, she lapped like a dog, at his dangling balls, covered with a fine layer of hair, various strands of which she also clenched in her lips.

Then she turned to Linda and stroked the insides of her thighs, wrenching them farther apart to better see the white cock churning inside of her.

Suddenly the boy's movements went out of control. "Shit, I'm coming!" he moaned, plunging deeper into the black jungle.

Linda, her eyes shut tight, screamed in ecstasy and as the white sperm coursed through her body like hot acid, the boy felt her wide cunt flutter violently, almost clutching his rod as she too, came with a low animal groan of relief.

The boy, after recovering his senses, still stared at the women in their drab community uniforms.

"Man, you two are unreal!"

Linda looked down sympathetically at Claire, her plump white body still trembling with unrelieved desire.

"Now, honey," she chastised, "we can't have poor Claire remain in that state. Why, it ain't fair."

Claire looked up at them silently pleading.

"I know just the ticket for you friend " the boy exclaimed and leaped from the bed toward a long cloth string that hung from the wall. "I do this service for you two because you're both far-out chicks," he remarked.

In a few brief moments, during which time the boy, his arm falling lovingly on Linda's shoulder, snorted some white powder which he then handed to Linda who he gazed at, love-struck, a pretty girl of about nine-teen, walked into the room. She was dressed in a cute little maid's uniform, her short skirt nicely setting off a pair of curved hips and an equally impressive pair of tits hung almost over her waist.

Just after that the butler, still dressed in his formal black tux also entered.

"You called, sir?" he said with dignity, trying hard to avert his eyes from Linda's naked torso leaning against his exposed master.

"Right on, Joseph. This good woman," he went on, indicating Claire, "requires the services of both you and Susan. You are to do whatever she requests."

The maid giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "But sir," the butler responded.

"Man," the boy threatened. "I don't want anymore shit from you. I'm going to be here with this incredible chick," he playfully squeezed one of Linda's tits, "to make sure you obey."

"Very good," the butler said.

"He's really not a bad sort," the boy whispered confidentially to Linda. "You'll get used to him."

"Use to him?" Linda said. "Now honey-"

"You're moving in, like as soon as it can be arranged, you know," the boy exclaimed. "If you want, we'll be married, but man, I know you dig me, and man it's just too far out."

Linda looked at him, her huge brown eyes soft with love and nodded her head. "Honey, you know I think you just might be right."

They both returned their attention to Claire, who had immediately y began arranging her temporary servant to suit her purposes.

The butler was on all fours on the floor still dressed except for his pants and undergarments, which Claire had tossed to the side, his long stiff cock hanging free between his legs.

The maid, who apparently disliked her snobbish fellow worker, expressed her pleasure at this arrangement by giggling under her breath.

"You like that, don't you, Susan?" Claire asked.

The maid bobbed her head and laughed.

"Let me see your pretty little cunt and maybe I can help you get even with him."

Timidly, the young girl lowered her underpants, but kept her skirt on, hiding her cunt.

"Are you shy?" asked Claire.

Again she silently nodded her head, afraid about what might happen to her, yet obviously thrilled as well.

"Play with yourself, that always relaxes me," Claire gently suggested. "Just look at his penis and imagine it's inside of you."

The girl, urged on by Claire's low soothing voice, allowed her hand to creep up her skirt between her fleshy thighs and shielded by the dress, she silently masturbated, her eyes closing with the sudden rush of released pleasure which she afforded herself.

Claire grew hot with anticipation seeing this and once again felt the juices welling up in her pussy.

"I'll show you what to do with Joseph," she said and then, "if you want you can do the same."

The butler snorted with anger, which seemed rather amusing, considering his undignified position, causing the boy and Linda to chuckle to themselves.

"Now, Joseph," Claire warned, "you're to be a good boy, otherwise you know I can hurt you, and so saying she quickly pinched each of his bare buttocks causing him to gasp for breath trying not to scream in pain.

"Give me your hands," she ordered.

Obediently, Joseph brought his arms behind him toward Claire who taking them, placed them on the cheeks of his rear. "Now spread them," she said, "I want to eat you out ."

To Claire's surprise he did as he was told. She stole a glance at Susan who was watching the scene open-mouthed, her hand rapidly .stroking her pussy which she now proudly displayed, a long moist crack, in which her finger went all the way in, covered by a thick mat of brownish hair that was almost up to her navel.

"Come here, Susan. So you can see better," Claire suggested.

The young girl rushed toward her side.

"Have you ever sucked a man off?" inquired Claire.

"No, Miss," she answered hesitantly, looking fearfully at Joseph.

"Lie on your back underneath Joseph," Claire went on, "so that he can eat out your cunt while you suck him off and when you both come you'll be ready for me. Now open up, Joseph," she barked. "I'm going to lick your ass clean." She playfully squeezed the butler's dangling balls.

Susan's head soon appeared in front of her as Claire began running her tongue inside Joseph, who in the meanwhile, stared at the maid's pussy, her hand still jerking herself off.

"Come now, Joseph," Linda laughed. "You can't expect that girl to do everything."

Giving her a fearful look the butler began licking at the moist slit. Susan's plump white ass tensed and strained up toward his tongue, which was soon covered with her sticky goo.

Susan, whimpering in ecstasy, grabbed his cock and thrust it into her mouth, and the butler, seemingly so disgusted by the whole scene, shocked everybody by coming immediately, almost gagging the poor girl, who showed her mettle by swallowing down his sperm and smiling as she moaned and covered the butler's face with kisses mixed with come.

When the three had untangled, Claire disrobed, and began stroking her luscious body, getting it ready for the servants.

Susan was ordered to suck off her nipples as she stood while Joseph was to kneel before her and eat out both her ass and her cunt until she said to stop.

As Claire squirmed uncontrollably the two went about their appointed tasks. The three were drenched in sweat before Claire came.

Claire was very happy for Linda when she informed her of her intention to move in with the boy, who's name was Joshua.

"But first," the black girl said to her new lover, "Claire and I have a problem we have to solve and we need your help."

The two told Joshua the whole story.

"Sure man, I'll lay the dope on you for free," he said. "You have to get it in some liquid though, like coffee," he laughed. "I'm going with you. The whole thing sounds weird. What if that old guy by some chance is telling the truth. Then you may be fucked."

"I know Mr. O'Conner wouldn't do that," insisted Claire.

"Sounds like you're kind of hung-up on the dude. Get your head together," he gazed at her fresh white body. "I dig you and I don't want anything happening to you."

Claire blushed at Joshua's implication about Mr. O'Conner. "Actually, Linda's the one who's hung-up on him," she remarked.

"No more, honey," the black girl stated, looking at her new love.

"Here's the thing," the boy went on. "If we can check out the scene this afternoon and find out who's in the clear at least, who we can trust, then we might be able to pull off your far-out plan with the dope at the party. I have friends, believe it or not, among the cops around here. They let me do my business so long as it isn't anything like smack, you dig? They take a little bread off the top. It's like part of my expenses."

"You mean you don't sell any really bad drugs?" asked Claire. "That's a relief."

"Mostly grass and some hash and acid. Anyway, I was thinking we could like tell the cops the story, you know, they won't believe us. These people sound like fine upright citizens and a Headmistress and old man, that's just too much. But like we say to them to come and see for themselves. I'll mix up such a beautiful concoction that they won't only be loving each other, they'll be telling their fucking life stories."

"We'd better be getting to Mrs. Bunker's" Claire exclaimed.

The three of them crowded into Joshua's Austin Healy and leaving a good deal of rubber on the road, sped off to their destination.