Family Sex-In-INCOMPLETE

Jay was like any other fourteen year old boy. He always had a hard-on and he was always looking for a place where he could be alone so that he could pull on his pecker. He hadn't yet been lucky enough to find a girl that he could fuck, although he did shoot his load in his pants a few times when he was rubbing up against one of his thirteen year old girl friends under the steps near the basement of his apartment house in the city. He often dreamed about whipping out his cock and shoving it into the cunt of one of the little cock-teasing girls, but he was never able to get up the nerve.

Jay and his family were at the lake for the summer in their cabin, at least that is what their father called it. The cabin was a regular home, a one family affair with four bedrooms and two baths upstairs. Their father had bought the place last year and this was Jay's first year at the lake. He had been out exploring the woods and when he got back to the house, he was very hot and perspired. He went to his room and decided that he would take a bath.

Jay walked into the bathroom that separated his bedroom from his sister Sue's and he turned on the bathtub faucets. While he waited for the hot water to fill the bathtub, he looked around the room to see how it was laid out. There was a door to his room at one end, and another door, leading to his sister's bedroom at the other end. He called Sue's name but heard no reply, and he decided she was still downstairs in the living room. After having shut off both faucets, Jay slowly lowered himself into the steaming hot water. It felt good, and he lay back so that only his head remained out of the water.

He thought about the house, and came to the fast conclusion that he liked it a lot. Dad was all right. He closed his eyes, and he imagined himself sitting and sailing on the lake in the boat that was tied up at their own dock, just a short distance away. He could see himself with his mother, showing her how much he had learned about sailing. He knew that she would be proud of his ability at handling a boat. The thought of her standing on the deck, one hand on the main mast for support while her long blonde hair blew in the steady breeze, made Jay happy. He could see her smiling at him as he worked the tiller, her tender, youthful appearing body stretching a tight-fitting swim suit.

Keeping his eyes shut, Jay moved his hand to the area of his crotch, and he took hold of his already hardened cock. The combined warmth of the water plus his vivid imagination had excited Jay, and he stroked his large young prick into a full erection. His mind flashed back to his mother kissing him good night, as he had left the living room to go upstairs. He thought he could still smell her sweet fragrance, as he remembered the softness of her body against his. Oh, how he wished he had someone like her to put his throbbing cock into! He moved his hand faster and faster along the full length of his large column.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Jay drew up his knees automatically in an attempt to hide his hard to conceal erection. At the same instant, he opened his eyes to see his sister Sue enter the room.

"S ... S ... Sue, I'm taking a bath! Please!" Jay stammered, as Sue walked into the room. She was wearing a long pink robe, and without hesitating, she walked on up to the edge of the bathtub.

"So I see, little brother," she said, looking down at Jay's nude body. She put her hands on her hips which gave a shape to her body through the otherwise shapeless robe. "What else ya' doing?" she asked wickedly, smiling down at him.

"Look, Sue...." Jay said nervously, but before he could finish his sentence, his sister bent down and pushed his knees apart. "Hey! What the...." Jay blushed as he realized that Sue could see his hard erection between his spread legs.

"Wow! You surprise me, little brother ... That's not bad, not bad at all!" Sue exclaimed as she swiftly reached down and closed her fingers around his hardened erection. Jay's prick jerked from the coolness of her touch on him, but his fright at the sudden intrusion calmed down.

"O.K.! O.K., you caught me!" Jay exclaimed as his embarrassment faded. "So leave me alone!" he added, but Sue was staring at his large prick and didn't pay any attention to his words. Jay moaned when she very suddenly squeezed his swollen cock in her hand.

"It's nice, Jay," Sue said as she released her hold of his large member, and then she walked quickly to the door to close it and lock it. As she walked back to the tub, she unbuttoned her robe, letting it drop to the floor. She stood beside the bath, completely naked. Jay's eyes moved instantly to the area between her thighs, and he could see the smooth slit of her young cunt beneath the soft, blonde fuzz of developing pubic hair. "Let me kiss it," she pleaded, and before Jay could say anything, his sixteen year old sister joined him in the hot water of the tub.

"Damn, Sue! Wait a second," Jay said, but his words went unheeded as his sister took hold of his erect prick again. The sight and feel of her firm, beautiful young body next to him made his blood run faster, and he didn't know what else to say.

"Don't be nervous, Jay, I just want to taste it," she said, smiling toward him. She had gotten down beside him with her head toward his feet, and her knees were bent up toward his head. She was leaning up on her right elbow, and Jay could see the long crevice of her firm rounded buttocks. He realized that if she spread her legs apart, he could see right down to her fuzz-lined pussy. Her tits were pointing out with the pink tips just touching his lower belly. The sight of her, and the feel of her hand around his hard young cock made Jay delirious with passion. He found that he couldn't protest her actions now.

"Damn, Sue! Are you sure it's all right?" Jay found himself saying to her. His large swollen cock was once again beginning to throb uncontrollably with inner excitement.

"Don't worry, baby," Sue said, smiling gently, and she turned her face toward his erect prick, flicking her tongue out to quickly lick the red, swollen tip. The sensation of his sister's tongue on his cock drove Jay crazy with desire. He had never had anything like this before, in fact, the closest he had ever come to getting a girl had been during a mad makeout session with a girl from Sue's school. He had been with her in the park, but she had stopped him from going any further than putting his finger into her cunt. What Sue was doing to him was sheer heaven, and when she spread her legs apart so that he could look down between her smooth white thighs to her tight, young pussy, Jay couldn't resist reaching down to touch the inviting fuzz-lined lips. He ran his middle finger lightly along the narrow slit, parting the soft little pubic hairs, and Sue spread her legs out wider.

"MMMMMmmmmm, yes Jay. Rub my clitoris with your finger," Sue pleaded, and she ran her tongue up and down the back side of his large, throbbing cock.

"Oh, Sue ... that feels soooo nice . , ." Jay moaned rhythmically as he searched with his middle finger inside the fold of the smooth, fleshy lips of her twat for her clit. He knew he had found it when he felt the little tit of hardened flesh and he pressed on it gently.

"OOOOOhhhhh, YYesssss!" Sue exclaimed as she squirmed her little buttocks back to better her position. She opened her red mouth, her tongue moistened lips forming the shape of an "O" and she bent down to take Jay's throbbing cockhead in her warm mouth cavity. She bit down very lightly on the blood-filled head, as she licked her warm, wet tongue across the tip.

Jay felt his whole body stiffen when Sue slipped her mouth down over his hardened young cock, and the sensations of her white teeth against the sensitive skin at the tip sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He had never had anything that felt like this in his life. Damn, he loved what his older sister was doing to his lust hardened prick. He couldn't remember ever seeing his cock so large, and he actually thought it was still growing larger as she moved her hand tightly around the base of it. His whole crotch felt like it was on fire, and he thought he would cum right then when she suddenly sucked nearly half the length into her mouth. "OOOOOhhh, God, sis, you're good, so good!" Jay mumbled incoherently.

Sue could feel her cunt becoming more and more damp from the rhythmic rubbing of her clitoris, and she bobbed her head up and down on her little brother's large cock, licking furiously at the hard flesh as it moved smoothly in and out of her warm mouth. The salty taste of seeping seminal fluid that ran from the rubbery tip added to her excitement. She squirmed her pelvis in time to Jay's incessantly-probing finger. She wanted it inside her cunt. Put ... it ... in ... my ... cunt!" She spoke the words out as she stroked his throbbing column inside her mouth in emphasis to what she was saying.

"Aaaaaahhhhh, yessss," Jay groaned, the sound of that crude word for vagina making him ecstatic. He reached for her clitoris with the other hand, so that he could continue rubbing it, while he ran his finger along the fleshy valley of the opening of her moist, young pussy. The sight of his fingers playing with her tight little pussy made his blood boil. She was so beautiful and so very sensuous! Finding the moist opening of her cunt, Jay probed his finger up inside the smooth throbbing passage. The warm clasping flesh gave way to his finger, and he slid it up inside until he could go no deeper. Then he began moving it in and out of the soft, elastic flesh in time to Sue's sucking of his rock-hard member. It was like a symphony of pleasure playing all over his body. He knew that he couldn't hold back his cum very much longer, as his balls were feeling like they might explode at any second. He drove his finger in faster, then added another probing digit inside her steaming cunt. Her full, young tits were banging down, the hardened pink nipples brushing across his belly like two delicate fingertips.

His sister knew that Jay was nearing the point of climax, and she wiggled her open little cunt wildly against his driving fingers. She wanted to cum with him. She wanted to climax when his hot, sticky cum filled her mouth and raced down her throat to her waiting belly. The thought made her womb burn like a fire gone completely out of control, and she sucked hard, using all of her strength, and taking nearly the entire stretched length of his distended young cock into her throat.

"AAAhhhh, Sisssss! I'm GOING TO CUMMMMM!" Jay yelled as the sensation in his throbbing, blood-filled dick went out of control. His thighs grew tautly strained, and he arched his hips up wildly as the hot joy juice raced up his long member, shooting crazily out of the jerking opened tip. At the same moment, he jammed his fingers up as far as possible into his sister's clasping wet cunt, and he could feel the spasm of her climax tumble down as the walls of her innermost being contracted jerkily along his fingers.

Sue sucked ferociously as the hot liquid spurted deep into her throat. The salty pungent taste drove her crazy with passion, and she screwed her clasping pussy desperately against Jay's buried fingers. Her womb contracted again and again, sending out cum in great gushing torrents. Her cheeks hollowed and expanded as she feverishly gulped down deep the massive mouthfuls of hot, sticky cum that shot out of her younger brother's huge boyish prick. She wanted it all, and she greedily sucked and gulped it down her hungry waiting throat, while her belly jerked out her own climax with great, splashing waves of pleasure.

Jay was in an ecstasy that he hadn't dreamed possible, and his whole body jerked with each load of cum spewing from his excited cock. He wanted it to last forever, and he kept staring at the liquid flowing from around his fingers which were jammed tightly into Sue's gorgeous cunt. Damn, it was heavenly, and his cock still continued exploding with sensational jerking joy, until he thought there would never be any more. Sue kept sucking at his cock until her whole body seemed to jump with one great final shudder, and then she let his cock fall limply from her cum-flooded mouth, a thin trail of sticky cum fluid still clinging from the head of the spent prick. For a long time Jay kept staring at his fingers buried in the hot wet cunt.

"Thanks, baby brother!" Sue said, smiling, and she moved her hips away from his fingers. Jay heard a sucking noise as his fingers came free of the wet, hot passage.

"Damn, Sis! That was nice!" Jay exclaimed, as he returned to his senses. "Are you all right?" he asked, with real concern.

"Of course, silly! That felt good to me too, you know!" Sue smiled at Jay's obvious curiosity, and she patted him lovingly. Maybe sometime I'll let you suck me," she laughed at Jay.

"Damn! Be glad to...." Jay answered quickly. He knew that he would now do anything that Sue asked of him.

"Well, maybe tomorrow if we go looking ... we might find some kids that are willing to...." she winked at Jay, and then she got up and climbed out of the tub. Jay kept his eyes on her as she dried off her beautiful young body.

"Yeah, Sue! Let's go looking!" Jay said in agreement.

The next day Jay and Sue were up bright and early and out on the new boat. Like all kids they were anxious to try out the boat, but their main purpose for getting far out onto the lake was so that they could diddle with one another's sex organs. They wanted to fuck one another, but that wasn't possible. Someone had to sit at the tiller and make sure that no one else could sneak up on them in a canoe or a row boat. Jay was the first one to get his rocks off. Sue had sucked his cock until he shot his load in her mouth and now she was standing at the tiller with her legs spread wide and Jay was on his knees with his head between her thighs and his tongue up his sister's cunt, when suddenly Sue heard the noise of a motor boat. She looked around and saw a boat fast approaching them.

"Quick," she shouted to her brother. "Get your tongue out of my cunt and pull up my suit bottoms. There's a motor boat heading our way."

Jay pulled his face from between his sister's legs and yanked up the bottom of her bikini so that she was covered a little bit on her lower body. He stood up and looked toward the approaching boat.

The boat circled around their boat, then slowed down and moved in alongside. It was being piloted by a sandy-haired young boy whom Sue guessed must be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Heyyyy," Jay yelled out over the noisy speed boat. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Hi!" the speed boat driver yelled back, as he looked hard at Sue. "Where are you from?"

Jay motioned with his hand back toward the area of the lake where the house was, and the speed boat driver nodded that he understood. Sue stood up by the luffing main sail so that the guy in the speed boat could get a better look.

"Can't talk out here!" the speed boat driver yelled. "Follow me to shore."

Jay looked at Sue as the speed boat roared off toward the edge of the lake. Sue sat down beside Jay, and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Why not? He didn't look bad to me," she suggested, and she smiled nicely at Jay.

"O.K.," Jay answered boldly, but for the first time in his life, he was feeling a little bit jealous. "Can't do any harm to talk," he added, and he steered the boat after the rapidly moving speed boat.

The sandy-haired boy threw them a rope as Jay steered the boat alongside a private dock. It was very similar to their own dock, and they could see a house back from the shore in the woods. After tying the boat securely, Jay and Sue jumped onto the dock.

"Hi! I'm Sandy," the boy said, holding out his hand. He was tall and tan, and Sue thought he was good looking, too.

"Hi! I'm Jay, and this is my sister Sue," Jay announced, slightly hesitant about introducing his sister.

Sue explained where they lived, and made small talk for several minutes until Sandy finally interrupted her with a suggestion.

"Look, why don't you come up to the house for a beer?" Sandy asked, smiling at Sue. "My sister and I have the place all to ourselves. My parents are away on a trip to South America."

Jay's ears picked up the statement about a sister, and he readily agreed to have a beer. They all walked up to the large house, and Sandy introduced his sister Jean to them. Jay was almost tongue-tied when he saw Jean. She was wearing a bikini like Sue had on, and Jay couldn't help thinking that, with the exception maybe of the red hair, she looked surprisingly like Sue. It occurred to him, too, that she looked even more like his mother. Jean was fifteen and her body was trim and smooth with the added assets of full, firm tits and rounded pointed buttocks. She looked more woman than girl, and Jay liked her very much right away.

Sandy led them into the family playroom on the ground floor of the house. It had a bar at one end, and, scattered around the pool table were chairs and sofas. On the walls hung three different dart boards. Sandy motioned to a pair of sofas angled in front of a large stone fireplace.

"Have a seat," he said, walking around behind the bar. "You want a beer, or something stronger?"

"Beer's fine," Jay said when Sue nodded to him, and Sandy emerged from behind the bar a moment later with four tall cans of beer. They all talked about the lake and boats at first, and after drinking a second beer Jean asked Jay if he would take her out on the sailboat. Jay shyly agreed, after getting a sign from Sue that she would be all right there, and he and Jean walked down to the dock to go out sailing. Sue was pleased that Jay would have the opportunity to get to know Jean on the boat, as she knew that the boat was one place that Jay i 17 would open up and talk. She also was pleased to have the opportunity to be alone with Sandy.

"Want another beer?" Sandy asked, sitting down on the sofa next to Sue. Sue liked his broad smile and easy manner, and she had already decided that she wanted to fuck him.

"How about a kiss, instead?" Sue answered, mimicking his deep voice. She smiled at Sandy, and he returned the smile.

"Does your mother know you're here, little girl?" he barked in a high falsetto. Together they both shook their heads and said, "NNNnnnoooo!"

Sandy had his strong arms around Sue at the same instant, and he forced her down until she was lying fully stretched out on the sofa, her voluptuous young body looking as though it was made for nothing but fucking. Sandy bent over her, and he kissed her heavily on her full red lips. He held the kiss for several moments, and then looking her in the eyes, he ran his hand down over her young firm body.

"That's a nice bikini you're wearing," he stated. "Do you mind if I have a closer look?" Sandy smiled when Sue nodded her approval, and he reached behind her smooth white back to unfasten the clip holding the top. When he pulled the small piece of material away from her body, releasing her full tits, Sandy gasped his quick approval. "Damn! You've got nice tits!" he said, and he bent down to take a pink nipple in his mouth.

"OOOOOouuuuuu," Sue moaned, feeling his 18 warm tongue licking her ripe, pink nipple into hardness. She held his head in her hands, while he nipped and sucked at her firm young tit. The sensation was wonderful, but she wanted him to pull off her bikini pants, too, so she lifted his head away from her tit after a moment. "How about the bottoms?" she asked coyly. "If you're going to fuck me you'll have to take that off, too!"

Sandy was startled by Sue's directness, but without hesitating a moment, he reached down and rolled the thin flimsy material down over her voluptuous young hips, down her slender legs. Sandy's cock grew suddenly erect as he looked at the curly young pubic hair and the soft pouting lips of Sue's young pussy, and he had to get his own pants off immediately.

Sue laid back, her body now completely nude, and she watched as Sandy struggled to get his pants off. As he pulled them down, his huge cock suddenly sprung free, pointing straight out from the bush of his sandy pubic hair. The thick purple head stood out from his pelvis nearly ten inches, "Fuck me now, Sandy! Fuck me right away!" Sue pleaded, her whole body was suddenly wild with hot, flaming passion. She wanted his long fleshy column buried deep in her hungry hot belly, and she reached for it, wrapping the thick head in her small hand to feel the blood pounding crazily throughout the rubbery tip of the immense organ.

Sandy knelt down between Sue's wide-spread legs without making her lose hold of his throbbing giant cock. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her slender shoulders, while she drew her knees up and locked them tightly around his narrow hips. He looked down between their bodies at her firm, pointed tits with the hardened pink nipples, across her flat white belly to the blonde fuzzy triangle of pubic hair just barely covering her narrow cunt slit. Sandy could see tiny drops of glistening moisture forming on the smooth soft mound. The sight of her pussy drove him wild, and he knew that she was going to be the best fuck he had ever had. No matter how much she begged, he would not cum until he had had enough of the beautiful, inviting cunt of hers.

Sue guided the thick swollen head of Sandy's giant cock down into the fuzzy mound of her hungry pussy. Almost as if to tease herself, she slowly ran the rubbery tip along the narrow slit, parting the smooth pink lips of her pussy. When she touched it to her clitoris, a wave of sensual pleasure flooded her brain, and she could wait no longer to have the fleshy monster inside her burning womb. She wiffled her round hips up beneath Sandy's loins to open her pussy as wide as she possibly could do. Then, arching her hips up slightly, she ran the rock-hard column slowly along the moist pink flesh to the ragged opening of her tight cuntal passage.

Sandy stayed poised above her, delightedly watching her furiously attempt to screw herself up onto his aching column. He felt the pressure in his balls building up with tremendous intensity, and he wanted to drive his thick cock deep into Sue's quivering belly in one great lunge. But he held back, watching her impassioned attempt to take in his hard, long rod.

Sue felt the grasping tightness of her throbbing twat resisting the huge swollen invader, and she reached with her hand to spread the lips out of the way. Suddenly the tip of hard flesh broke its way into the opening of her passage, and she jerked back from the pain of being so cruelly stretched.

"AAAAaaaggghh, you're big!" Sue moaned when Sandy pushed his long cock down a short distance into her steaming passage. Sue began to have doubts as to whether she could take the giant cock inside her belly.

Sandy couldn't wait any longer, and ramming forward with all his strength, he cruelly impaled Sue with his lust-driven cock, all the way to the hilt. Her legs kicked out straight from under his crashing weight, jerking futilely into the air.

"AAAAaaaaggghhh!" she screamed, the sudden, impalement pinning her down into the sofa. A sharp pain shot through her trapped body, and she couldn't move for fear that the huge rod would sink even deeper. She felt as if she was being torn apart, her body splitting halfway from the giant object that was buffeting into her body. It came so suddenly that she had her breath knocked out of her, and she gasped for air.

"OOOOOHHHHH, SAAANNNDDEEEE! Please take it EEEeeesssyyyy!" Sue pleaded, but the more she moved, it seemed, the deeper his hardened cock seemed to go in her.

He held still for her to get used to his giant member pushed deep inside her tight cunt. He looked down at the pink throbbing valley his fleshy rod was buried in to the hilt, and he could see his pubic hair wetly mingling with the blonde fuzziness of hers. The tight lips of her cunt were widely stretched around the dark thickness of the base of his cock, and it looked as though they might split apart at any moment. He liked the humiliating position he held her in beneath him.

After the initial shock and pain, Sue flexed the muscles in her cunt around the invading monster. She realized that each pressure she squeezed on it seemed to make it grow more and more. Somehow, she could feel every detail of the hard form inside her body as the nerves in her wet cunt transmitted responses to her muddled brain. Everything inside her was alive with passion, and became a part of her. She was its servant, and at its mercy. She could feel the sensation of Sandy's balls dangling against her wide-spread asshole, and the feel made her cunt contract over and over again.

Sandy waited for a moment, then, flexing his hard member repeatedly, he began a slow pressure against her upturned crotch so that Sue would be feeling the continuing throbbing of his cock. She lurched slightly from the pressure, and then she groaned from within deep inside her throat. Urgent answerin® throbs began around the thick head of his buried member, and rippled up the moist walls of her cunt, while her heavy breathing instantly volatilized the rhythm.

Sue could feel the tiny sensations of the jerking flesh rippling deep inside her quivering belly. The pain of his sudden entry was quickly consumed by the growing pleasure that spread throughout her entire passionate body like the endless rolling waves at waters' edge. The tiny sensation that began in her womb grew as it ran through her belly, up her thighs, through her legs, and into her twin mounds to the tips of her electrified pink little nipples. Slowly, she moved her bent hips up and down on the pulsating fleshy member, feeling the huge cock filling her crotch with every nerve in the smooth walls of her cunt.

Sandy looked down between their fused bodies, smiling at the sight of his rock-hard cock planted in the pink flesh of her screwing cooze. Without moving, he watched the ragged ridge of her cuntal opening fold out as she wetly slid down his hard long column. Then, slowly, her dilated cunt began working its way back up the thick shaft, inching along until the wide-spread lips flattened up hard against his crotch, taking the whole length of the giant rod slowly back into her tingling cunt. He could feel the contracting muscles hidden in her wet pussy pulling at the flesh of his rigid rod, and the gland head jerked deep in her womb in response. Sue reached up around his hips to hold her crotch tightly against his.

"Damn," Sue thought, "I've never had anything so big ... so wonderful!" Again, she rode up and down the hard slick cock, this time downward only until the huge swollen head remained inside her hungry cunt. Then she strained and wiggled against it as she pulled the hot rod deep into her warm, white belly. She could hear the sound of her pelvis bone thumping up against his matted pubic hair. She ran her tongue wetly across her red lips, as she began to work in hungry, sensuous abandon at the pleasure-giving instrument buried deeply in her flaming belly.

Sandy fought back the urge to let his white-hot cum fill her heaving belly, as his balls smacked against her little puckered asshole with each driving thrust. He just let her go wild with lust for his long hard cock. Her hungry gyrations became faster and faster as she frantically worked to absorb the hot fleshy column in her burning sucking womb.

"Oh, fuck it ... fuck it ... FUCK IT!" Sue gasped with each increasing thrust of her sawing wet cunt as it slid up and down the driving shaft. She was becoming animalistic in her mad frenzy as she bucked wildly against Sandy's swollen stick. Her clasping cunt riding up and down his long cock made Sandy crazy with her screwing actions. Her pleading words echoed throughout his head with resounding force, and he knew that she was about to burst. He could feel her straining as her liquid cunt sent rippling spasms along the length of his hard column. Sandy couldn't stand it any longer.

He had to give it to her, to fill her ready, heaving belly with his hot sticky liquid.

Suddenly, Sue slammed her hips up hard against his pelvis, burying his thick, long cock completely in her grinding hot cunt, and her flat white belly began to jerk uncontrollably. He could feel the hot juices of her throbbing twat begin flowing around his driving cock as she bucked hard against him again and again.

"I'm going to cum! Oh, God! I'm going to cum! UUUhhh! UUUggg! AAAgggghhhh!"

Sue screeched out her climax as she violently bucked and jerked uncontrollably on the hard hot cock. Wet white cum gushed out of her pumping pussy, covering thickly Sandy's pubic hair. It was too much! He couldn't resist the sensation burning at the very tip of his long cock a moment more. His balls exploded abruptly with his cum juice, and his long thick cock lurched crazily with cannon-like shots of tremendous splashed spurts of his hot sticky cum.

When the huge swollen head in her womb started firing out the hot liquid, Sue's mind whirled with electric sparking flashes of heat. It felt like she was pierced by the jabbing fluid, as it seemed to slam right through her womb into her heaving belly. She lurched up again and again, as her own hot cum oozed out around Sandy's hard, spitting prick, and ran thickly down the crevice of her wide-spread buttocks, covering his balls which were pressed hard against her puckered asshole. The entire area of their nakedly entwined loins were soaked with their hot sticky cum.

Sandy was out of his mind with the thrill of the wild girl beneath him sucking his cock deep into her burning pussy. He was being sucked bone-dry! It was like no girl he had ever had before, and his mind was only seeing his cum battering into her wonderful womb and tearing it apart. He lurched and shoved his spewing giant rod again and again into the wet burning cavern, pounding Sue down deep into the bouncing, soaked sofa. His mind kept ringing out the insane pleasures of the moment. What a fuck! What a fuck!

Sue's contracting cunt kept pulling at the long, hard rod of flesh to empty it of all the pleasure that it contained. Even after it had stopped spewing its cum she kept milking it for all the seminal fluid that ran slowly from its huge purple head. She wasn't about to let it out of her womb. She had endured its invasion of her pussy, and now it was a part of her. She freely rolled her head from side to side in a desperate effort to prolong the agonizing pleasure that it had given her. Then, Sandy fell heavily on top of her in a state of near-collapse, and she, too, could no longer keep the frenzy going. She had been fucked good, and she knew she was too exhausted to continue ... for the moment anyway.

They lay on the sofa, their heavy breathing drowning out all other sounds, as they tried to regain some strength and a little energy. But neither one had the desire to move an inch, and

Sandy's limp cock stayed buried inside the cum-drenched passage of Sue's battered cunt.

Several minutes later, Sandy raised himself up on his elbows, and he looked down at the relaxed face of an exhausted Sue. He had been more carried away than he could have imagined he ever would be, and he had to smile at the luck he felt at having found her earlier that day. That moment had made his whole summer.

"Wow!" Sue said finally, as Sandy backed away from her to withdraw his still-long cock from her soaked and sated pussy.

"You can say that again!" he replied.

"Wow!"

Sandy walked over to the bar and poured out two glasses of ice cold beer, then returned to hand one to Sue. She had twisted around into a sitting position on the springy sofa, her knees drawn up in front of her naked white body. She took the beer, smiling her thanks, and drank the whole glass down in several quick gulps.

"Thanks, that tasted good," she said, handing the empty glass back to Sandy. He was staring out toward the lake, however, and then he looked back at Sue.

"Your brother and my sister are tying the boat up at the dock, and it looks as though they're in a great hurry," Sandy announced, like a race-track narrator.

"Come on, let's hide and see what they're up to!" he playfully whispered to Sue, and she jumped up from the sofa and followed him as he ran out of the room. He stopped in a hallway and jumped back, catching Sue behind himself, just in time to see Jean holding her bikini top in her hand, leading Jay up the stairway to the upper floor. They were both moving quickly, and a large bulge was visible at Jay's crotch. Jean's large pointed tits bounced slightly as she ran up the stairs ahead of him.

"Well," Sandy whispered, after they were out of sight, "Looks like they got acquainted out on the lake," he added, smiling back at Sue. He winked at her, and nodded for her to follow him. Slowly, they walked up the stairway, and coming to the landing, Sandy moved off down the hallway to the right. Walking very slowly, he motioned Sue to follow, and she creeped down the hallway after him as she fought with herself to keep from giggling. As they came up to a doorway that was only partially closed, they could hear the panting voices of Jay and Jean.

Sandy and Sue looked through the open space to see Jean taking off her swimsuit bottom while Jay stood by her bed, watching. As her suit fell to the floor, Jean kicked it away from her feet and moved quickly toward Jay.

"Hurry, Jay!" she panted, and she literally ripped at Jay's swimsuit to remove it. Jay groaned out loud as his hard cock popped free of the tight trunks, and then he quickly pulled them the rest of the way off, as Jean was already fondling his erect cock. She fell backward on the bed, pulling Jay quickly with her, and she locked her long legs around him tightly in a scissor-like grip.

Sue could see that Jay was staring at the red mound covering of Jean's hungry cunt. Her little round buttocks was open wide in invitation to Jay's needs. Jay had a manly, controlled appearance that Sue had never seen in him before, and she was proud that he was so cool with Jean. Sue knew that she was going to get fucked really good.

"OOOooohhhh! Put it in me, Jay," Jean moaned as she tried to screw her tight cunt up onto Jay's throbbing column. Sandy and Sue could see his cock pressing against Jean's wet and waiting cunt opening as he hovered calmly above and between her wide-spread long legs. Jean's legs were drawn up, exposing her young smooth crotch to Jay's large lob, and also she was unknowingly giving a wonderful view to Sandy and Sue alike.

Sue felt a twinge in her belly when Jay's thick rod suddenly disappeared in the young, sparse pubic hair and slammed into Jean's tight wet cunt, and slid quickly all the way in, to the deepest depths of her hot little belly.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Jean yelped as her clasping cunt was filled with Jay's rock-hard flesh and the rubbery blood-filled head crashed hard into her cervix. Her fingernails made long red streaks down Jay's back.

Sue was staring at the spectacle in the bedroom, and she had nearly forgotten that Sandy was beside her watching, also, the same scene. But when Jay drove his long cock into Jean's hot raging pussy, Sandy reached around Sue's firm young buttocks and he jammed his middle finger up against her tiny puckered asshole. Sue nearly moaned out loud, as she felt his finger probing her little pink asshole, but she wriggled against it heavily as Sandy spread her cheeks wide to quickly pop his finger inside her tiny asshole.

Jay and Jean were so engrossed in their own fucking that they didn't hear Sue's cry as she felt Sandy's finger slipping up into her rectum. Jay was sawing his throbbing cock in and out of Jean's tight young pussy, causing them both to bounce on the springy wide bed while Jean bucked up into his every last downthrust. They didn't know anyone was watching, and they wouldn't have cared, had they known. They were both wild with lust after the long fondling session they had in the boat, and they both were near a climax already.

Sue began to stroke Sandy's long cock into hardness again, as she felt her belly ignite from the sensation of his finger in her asshole. She got down on all fours, still watching the scene on the bed, and she pulled Sandy down behind her upturned buttocks.

"Put it in me, Sandy, while we watch my brother fuck your sister," Sue whispered passionately over her shoulder. Sandy knelt down between her white spread-out thighs, and, pulling his finger from her asshole, he took his erect cock and guided it into Sue's still soaking twat. Sue shoved her hips back to meet his forward thrust, and his large lob sank all the way into her hot clasping cunt. Sandy could see her cheeks spread as his pelvis pressed against her buttocks, and seeing the tight pink asshole, he again shoved his finger up into her rectal passage. He began sawing his cock and finger out and into the twin passages in the same rhythm as Jay and Jean were fucking to on the bed in front of him. The whole spectacle of seeing his sister being fucked, while he was fucking into Sue, dog-fashion, made all the excitement of his previous overwhelming fucking return. His balls began tautening from the cum pressure within them.

Sue started sensuously grinding her hips back as she felt her cunt and asshole being buffetted by Sandy's long cock and finger. Her knees nearly lifted off the floor when he rammed the two separate intruding instruments into her belly. She was aflame with passion, and her eyes stayed fixed on her brother and Jean, who were nearly at the point of aiming together. Sue wanted to cum when Jay did, and she wiggled her buttocks backwards furiously around Sandy's hammering thrusts.

"OOOOOHHhhhh! OOOOhhhh! Now! Fill me! Fill me! AAAAaaaa, gggghhhh!" Jean screamed as Jay began to wildly spew out his hot cum into her exploding womb. They bounced and jerked crazily on the bed as they both began to cum, their bodies fused tightly in their mutual passions.

Sue felt the head of Sandy's cock suddenly expand up inside her belly, and she pushed hard back against it just as it started shooting cum deep up inside her womb again. Her slick cuntal walls rippled searingly down the entire length of his madly-jerking cock, and her own hot waves of cum gushed suddenly and forcefully around his thick driving rod.

"UUUUgggghhhh!" they all groaned together, as their bodies jerked in wild spasms of mutual joy. Jay and Jean were rolling insanely on the bed, their naked teenage bodies held tightly together in their showering passionate releases of hot gushing pleasure. Sandy's pelvis bucked hard against Sue's round white buttocks, as their mixed hot cum ran trickily down their tightly-mashed thighs in great splashes from her pink, spasmodically-contracting cuntal passage. They all continued their mutal releases until, finally, they completely collapsed into two twin heaps of exhausted satisfied flesh.

Later when Jay and Jean found out that Sue and Sandy had been watching them fucking, they all had a good laugh. They went down to the playroom and had a few beers and played some darts. They didn't put any clothes on and in no time at all they were all hot and bothered again. Both boys had superior hard-ons and both girls had cunts that were dripping and ready for anything. Before Jay and Sue left for home, both boys had their cocks sucked and both girls had their cunts licked. They were all sure of one thing ... this was going to be a long, hot summer. baggage.

The bellboy led them to their room, opened the door and stepped back so that they could enter first. Bea headed straight for the French doors that led to the terrace. She opened them and stepped out to take in the breath-taking view of the park from twenty stories up in the air. Since it was a relatively smog-free day she was treated to a beautiful sight. Bea turned and walked back into the room. She found that she was alone. Clara and the bellboy were in the bedroom.

Bea heard Clara's exclamation, "Oh, it's such a beautiful room." The bellboy's answer was not loud enough for Bea to make out what he said, and then even Clara's voice seemed to drop a decibel. The low murmur of their voices continued for a moment, "...and Bea heard a suitcase being put loudly on the shelf. Then there was no talk at all that she could hear. They were in the room an embarrasingly long time, it seemed, but then their voices were heard again, and both made their appearance in the front room." Clara's face looked flushed and Bea could have sworn that her skirt was twisted around slightly.

James had this smirk on his face. That and something else ... a slight redness on his lips and an undisguisable bulge along the inside of his right thigh. The latter was so plain that Bea could even see the outline of the coronal ridge separating the head of his prick from the trunk.

He stepped to the door, nodded again, and prepared to leave.

"Just a minute," Bea snapped. "I believe we forgot to tip you."

"The other lady has already taken care of that," he said.

"Yes, well I feel I would like to pay my share as well." Bea opened her purse. She deliberated about tipping him a dollar, and then seeking some sort of vengeance, smiled patronizingly again and pulled out a dime. "Here you are ... boy."

James glanced down at the coin. A look of anger flashed across his black face but it was so quickly suppressed that Bea was not really sure she had seen the expression at all. Then he smiled, took the profferred coin, and bowed. "Madam is most generous," he said.

The moment he disappeared out the door, Clara spun on her and demanded, "Alright. What is wrong? I've never seen you like this. Why ... why, you were actually rude to him."

"I didn't like his smirking face, for one thing. He looked at us as though we were a couple of whores checking in for the convention crowd."

"Oh, now, Bea! Be sensible. You're just on edge. After all," she added, and rolled her eyes suggestively, "your husband left you up in the air again last night."

Bea decided to drop the matter. She shrugged. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. He's just a creep, that's all."

Clara held out her hand full length, inspecting her fingernails. She answered, almost too casually, "Oh, I wouldn't ... ah ... say that. As a matter-of-fact, he seems quite a nice young man."

"Okay ... okay. Let's forget it. What say we get some lunch and then go shopping."

"That's the girl," Clara said, enthusiastically. "I'm going to wash my face, run a comb through my wiggie ... and away we go."

It was while Bea was washing her face and repairing her makeup that she suddenly began thinking about the bellboy again. What had made her so angry? She thought it all through and finally had to admit to herself that the main reason was her embarrassment when he had caught her looking at the bulge in his pants. That was it! That was the only explanation. As she stared in the mirror and slowly drew her lipline with the lipstick brush, she found herself wondering about that black cock. She had never realized they would be that large. Why ... why ... it must be at least eight or nine inches long ... when it's soft. What would it be if it were fully erected? Bea shuddered, and not even she knew if it was a shudder of revulsion ... or excitement.

James had been standing in the corridor outside the closed door-ostensibly checking key and lock-when he heard the voices of the women behind the suite door. He straightened in anger when the redhead's voice came clearly, "He's a creep."

Viciously, James swung his luggage cart in a 47 half-circle and started toward the elevators. "A creep am I? Well, we'll see about that Miss Big-Tits. About midnight tonight you're going to be crawling on your hands and knees to me, begging to be fucked." He shook his head, mumbling to himself at the lack of candor in some women. The redhead had been fascinated-damn near hypnotized-by the sight of his cock in his pants. Most women reacted that way; that's why they went absolutely apeshit on television over that English singer who managed to split his trousers every once in a while ... and that's why James, himself, had spent a little extra time at the tailors. Christ, didn't women go to the dressmaker and have their dresses pulled tight across the bodice so their tits would show off to better advantage? Well, why not men ... as long as they had something to show.

As for the other doll! She had practically raped him in the bedroom. Now, there was a woman who appreciated good cock. He came to a complete stop and his eyes widened as a sudden thought came to him. Jesus, you don't suppose the redhead is a les? He pondered the question and then snickered. Fat chance! There was a certain look in her eyes; he'd seen it hundreds of times. She was just as cock hungry as the black -haired doll. Maybe more so, because she obviously was an "uppity bitch"-the kind that seemed to think that men should come crawling to her and ask very nicely. "Fuck her," James said. "We'll see just how 'uppity' she is after she gets eleven fat inches of black cock shoved deep into that squirming little cunt."

The elevator came and James slipped his luggage cart inside. He was alone as the cage moved down. He thought again about the black -haired doll. She would go along with anything he wanted to do. That had been definitely decided before he left her bedroom. He went over it again, thinking of her luscious body in the mini swaying sensuously in front of him as he put her baggage away. He had deliberately put the one suitcase on the high shelf, knowing that by stretching upward the outline of his prick was unmistakable.

She had seen it, just as the redhead had, but this one had more effrontery. She actually kept staring at it even after he had put the suitcase away and was standing in front of her waiting for dismissal. Her eyes slowly moved along the length of it, traveling slowly like the spotlight on a performer. And it was she who asked, almost breathlessly, "What is that you have in your pocket?"

"We don't have pockets in our uniform, Ma'am," he answered, fighting the urge to add, "you know fucking well, sister, what it is." Instead, he looked down toward his shoes as if he didn't understand. "What do you mean?" The instincts of a natural born cocksman, well-trained-plus old-fashioned common sense-told him that she was becoming completely aroused by the thought of what he had confined in his pants. She wouldn't be the first broad to proposition him before he left the room-not by a long sight. As a matter-of-fact, there were even women guests whom he had never met before in his life who asked for him by name, each of them referred by some other satisfied customer. It was really amazing, all things considered, women were just as horny as men ... even more so at times, especially when they were away from home. And there was something about the thought of an eleven inch prick that drove even the most aloof nearly mad with curiosity and longing.

He wasn't too surprised then when the raven-haired doll said, "Well, if you don't have pockets, what's this then?" She grinned impudently and reached over to gently run the tips of her fingers over the length of the bulge. It jerked against the touch.

The doll batted her eyes in mock dismay. "That's a billy club that you have in your pants."

"That's no billy club," James smiled, "That's just my little old cock."

"That's not such a little cock," Clara mewed, as she continued to stroke it.

"I'd take it out and show it to you now," James said, "But I don't think that your friend would appreciate it."

"Oh fuck!" Clara hissed. "I promised her that I wouldn't fuck around if she came shopping with me. If I had known that I was going to meet someone with a cock as big as yours I would never have made a promise like that."

James reached out and began to stroke Clara's tit. "I might be able to arrange something so that she would release you from that promise."

"What do you mean?" Clara asked, as she stepped in closer to the black bellboy's body and tried to press her cunt up against his encased but slowly elongating prick.

"I could set her up with a date and if he could get into her pants then you wouldn't have to keep your promise to her." James leaned forward and planted a big french kiss on Clara.

When they finished swapping spits Clara said, "Baby, if you can do that, I'll suck the piss out of your cock."

James ran his hand under Clara's mini-skirt and rubbed his finger over her cunt lips. "But ... suppose she doesn't like the guy I pick?" he asked.

"Well for Pete's sake! That's his problem, wouldn't you say? I mean, I can't guarantee anything about Bea. She's a sweet kid."

"I'm not looking for a guarantee-only your word that she won't refuse to have a drink with him, to talk with him ... maybe dinner."

"Oh, that! I'll take care of that." Clara glanced shrewdly at him. "Anything else, tnough, is strictly between your friend and Bea.....and I wouldn't be too optimistic if I were him. Bea doesn't play around."

James had wheeled his luggage cart back into the sitting room, and it was then-with the insulting offer of a ten-cent tip-that he almost blew the entire deal. He actually had to fight the urge to slap the piss out of the redhead when she put on her high-and-mighty act and handed over the dime. He had wanted to tell her that she could shove that dime up her ice cold ass ... or better yet, to bend over and he'd kick it up there for her.

Instead, though, he regained his poise and left the suite. His composure left him again when he heard her call him a creep. And now, riding down in the elevator, he suddenly straightened up and laughed as an idea came to him. He thought about it. There was no reason why it shouldn't work, providing someone could get the redhead half-lushed, get her warmed up, get her motor running. And then charge admission to see her fucked shitless by him! It had worked several times before-always with a whore who split the profits with him-but never before with a society cunt. Goddamn, yes! It would work! And he could probably cram twenty guys in there at twenty bucks a piece. He'd show them something they had never seen before, and something they would never see again.

The cage stopped at the third floor where the conventioneers had set up a bar and message center. There were two men in particular he was looking for; he spotted one of them almost immediately at the bar. James parked his luggage cart out of the way, went over to the bar, and said, "Mr. Stoner. May I see you a moment?"

The man, about forty-five, balding, with an already well-developed paunch, smiled knowingly at the bellboy. He backed away from the bar and jerked his head over toward the window. Stoner looked down at the end of the bar and called out to a crew cut, broad-shouldered, younger man, "Hey, Jess. Come here."

The younger man immediately joined them, smiling expectantly.

"You got the puss -lined up, have you, boy?" Stoner asked, all the while savagely chewing on his cigar.

"Maybe."

"What do you mean 'maybe'?" Stoner demanded.

"They're a couple of society gals from the Island, here on a shopping trip ... without their husbands. They're agreeable to having a drink and, if you like, dinner with you. From that point on, it's strictly your show."

Stoner and Jess exchanged dubious glances. James continued, shrugging. "They're both lookers. One has black hair with a movement you can't believe, the other a redhead with a body that just won't stop. But if you want hookers, just say the word. I can get hookers anytime! I think you're making a mistake, though. These are both high type broads, and I got a feeling they are both here for reasons other than shopping. As a matter-of-fact, I'm positive they're both here looking for a little entertainment ... in bed."

"What makes you so damned sure they put out?" Stoner growled.

James shrugged. "They will. The redhead will have to be handled very carefully. Nothing crude.

Watch your language in the beginning. And no fast moves ... just slow and easy. Let her make the first move. And she will; she's hot for some cock right now, but she just doesn't know it. Give her a few drinks, some intelligent conversation, maybe dinner ... and she's yours."

Jess butted in, "Not his-mine! I dig redheads."

Stoner took his cigar out of his mouth and critically inspected the frayed end. "Hell, it doesn't matter. You fuck the redhead, I fuck the black head," he laughed, "then we switch." Finally reaching some decision, he reached into his pocket and carefully counted out three twenty-dollar bills. "You know," he said in warning and narrowed his eyes at James, "if they don't fuck ... or if they do fuck and I wind up in five days with a dripping faucet, I'm coming after you with my friends in the white hooded robes. I'll get my sixty bucks back, plus the cost of my penicillin shots, plus about say ... ah ... sixy dollars of hide out of you."

"Mr. Stoner! Have I ever given you a bum steer before?" James asked, quickly plucking the money from the outstretched hands.

"No, son. I got to give you credit for that. The Poon Tang has always been good, even though sometimes it's a bit on the amateurish side."

"Well, like I said, if it's hookers you want...."

"No ... no. Just nice next-door neighbor sort of girls."

Jess added quickly, "Who fuck like rabbits." 54

"Yeh, man," Stoner snorted and put the cigar stub back in his mouth. Almost immediately he removed it again and downed the contents of the cocktail glass he had carried with him. "Okay, son. Now how do we work this deal." Then his face lit up in a lewd grin of anticipation. "By God, you know something, I never have fucked a high society broad before. I'm sort of looking forward to it."

James relaxed. The first part of the deal was set. The rest would be no trouble at all. He would have the girls meet the bible sellers in the hotel bar at six-thirty. Cleo, the little cocktail girl who would do anything for him, would make sure she waited on the table. Everything served to the men would be weak singles, everything to the redhead almost triples, and each drink would contain a small dose of the Dominican root Pago Palo, which would increase her sexual appetite while preventing her from reaching a climax. The effects of the drug would last for four hours, but she would be okay when he got to her. If they went to dinner, the wine would be with the compliments of the wine steward who owed James a couple of favors. The redhead would get special attention and her glass would always be filled. And then, the action would move upstairs to the old sack where she would get laid by Jess ... and the "show" could start about midnight. Tony, another bellman, would sell the tickets. It was perfect, foolproof. And if he didn't clear-after expenses-at least one grand, he would be surprised. There might even be more, depending how the redhead held out. He might even invite the spectators to have a go at her snooty little snatch providing they had the dough and didn't mind sloppy seconds.

The dining room was swirling around and around-like a whirlpool threatening to suck her into its depths. As long as her eyes were open, she felt a nausea which was causing her stomach to churn.

My God, how did I get so drunk so fast, Bea thought. It must be from lack of sleep last night. She had been extremely careful not to drink any more than Clara, feeling instinctively that she must remain on guard with those two strange men. It wasn't that they weren't personable enough. For that matter, Jess was kind of cute in a college athelete sort of way. And there was no denying that Stoner was entertaining; he told fascinating stories. But she could no longer concentrate on them. Her head was spinning. She had to get back to her room. She tried to stand ... she almost fell ... Jess said he would help her to the room.....good old Jess.....he took her to the room and helped her get to the bedroom ... she flopped on her back onto the bed ... what was wrong with her? ... Jess's face seemed to be coming closer ... it was going out of focus ... everything was spinning ... suddenly she opened her eyes and found herself kissing a strange man. She jerked away from him. "No," she said loudly, her eyes staring wildly about as though she were some frightened cow ready to stampede.

"Hey, what's wrong," Jess said, genuine puzzlement in his voice.

Now his face was going out of focus again. She remembered. This was Jess. Her good trustful friend, Jess, who was kind enough to leave the dining room to make sure she got upstairs okay. She smiled drunkenly, "Hel ... lo ... Jess."

"Hello," he said, reaching out for her. This time he was not quite so gentle. His tongue forced its way between her lips and Bea, feeling a strange and complete abandonment, kissed him back just as savagely. His hands caressed the half-parenthesis of her left hip, and she found some life returning to her numb body. She realized he had taken her hand and put it in his lap. She felt a warm shaft of flesh. For a moment she didn't know what it was, then knew. It was his prick! She tried to figure out how it had escaped his pants. Her hand tightened around it and began making little stroking motions in time to the spinning room. A groan of delight croaked out of Jess's throat, and the sound made Bea pleased to know that her friend was happy. The motion of the spinning room and the movement of her hand up and down on that fleshy pole mesmerized her and she began once again to drift off. She was only vaguely aware that someone was fumbling at her garters and was attempting to slide her panties down over her hips. Obediently, she lifted her hips to assist. Now the hands had unzipped the back of her dress and she felt the cool air hit the bare flesh of her back and shoulders. A moment later, her tits were freed from the bra.

There's a mouth there. Someone is sucking on my tits. Ummmm. It feels s-oooo gooooood! His hands down there, pulling my legs apart. Ohhhhh, Beautiful ... exquisite ... yes ... yes ... rub my clit. Oh, bite my tit and rub my clit ... bite my tittie and rub-a-dub-dub my clit.

It was the drunken repetition of the rhyme that shocked Bea back' to the danger she was facing. She shook her head in bewilderment and sat half-upright. She was nude! And the man-Jess!-he was nude, too. His cock was erect and throbbing, only inches from her face. "My God ... no!" Bea said, quickly scrambling to her feet where she swayed drunkenly. She looked around, unmindful of her nudity. "Clara," she called loudly, and then made a move toward the other room.

"I wouldn't go in there, if I were you," Jess said. "Come back here."

Bea tried to put her hands on her hips ... and missed. Her shoulder slumped and she staggered. She drew herself up to her full height, tits stretched out proudly, and said, "I can go in there if I want."

She walked unsteadily across the room and down the small corridor leading to Clara's bedroom. Even before she reached the open door, she could hear loud gasping moans coming from within. And then, when she stepped into the room and saw the lewd spectacle in front of her, the alcoholic vapors left her mind momentarily.

There on the bed, her mouth open laxly and her eyes closed in rapture, was Clara. The man called Stoner, his white buttocks shining in contrast to his hirsute back and legs, was lying between Clara's thighs. Her legs were tightly wrapped around his hips.

He's fucking her! My God ... he's fucking her! And she's loving it. Loving it from an absolute stranger.

Bea was transfixed. Try as she may, she could not take her eyes off the couple on the bed. She could plainly see the brown puckered little assholes of both Clara and Stoner. And she could see Stoner's thick white whang-shining with the lubricant from Clara's cunt-slipping wetly in and out of the black fur-lined slit. And even as Bea watched, feeling a growing excitement that she didn't understand, Clara was reaching for a climax. Her body lifted up off the bed, her legs kicking out wide, and she wailed, "Stoney ... Stoney ... I'm cumming, baby ... fuck harder! FUCK HARDER! Aiiieeeeee, I'm cumming." Bea watched the throes of her friend on the bed. She waited-almost breathless-not realizing for a moment that what she was waiting for was Stoner's climax. She found she wanted to see that-to see the completion. But Stoner wasn't cumming; he merely slowed down his movements until Clara caught her breath and then, climbing higher on her body, began fucking his indestructible hardness into the bubbling cauldron of her open twat again.

Bea was so entranced by the salacious scene that she wasn't aware that the other man called Jess had come up behind her. Her first knowledge of it was when his hot throbbing prick slid brazenly down the cleft of her ass and began making gentle little sawing motions between the cheeks of her buttocks and her upper thighs. She closed her eyes. She liked it.

Admit it, Bea. You want to be fucked too. You ... want ... to ... be ... fucked ... just like Clara is being fucked. You can't help yourself. You're only human. You need it just like Jess needs it. You've been married four years and never really been fucked.

If there was any doubt about it before, there was none now as she felt the man's sure capable hands snake around her hips from behind and then one outstretched middle finger begin its maddening back and forth movement along the entire length of her cuntal opening. His other hand had clasped itself on her tit and was gently manipulating nipple and mound. She turned in his arms so they were face to face, and she felt his hardened prick wet at the end and pressing teasingly against her belly. Her hand moved down between their bodies and she grasped the warm living projection of his manhood and bent it downward slightly so that it was pushing against her twat lips. He immediately began grinding it in and out between her legs, while they kissed.

Bea had become so aroused now that she couldn't contain herself any longer. With a gasp, she drew herself away from him and took his hand, pulling him out of the room and down the corridor toward her own bedroom. She closed the door behind them, and then simply gave herself to him. "Fuck me," she said gutturally. "Treat me like you would any common street whore."

Bea really didn't know what was happening to her. She knew she was terribly aroused sexually, but there seemed to be something else wrong. Maybe it was the alcohol, she felt as though her mind simply wouldn't stay in one place. Once, when she had taken a sleeping pill and then had to get up unexpectedly an hour later, she had felt this way.

Jess wrapped his arms around her body and pushed her backward until her knees came in contact with the bed. She fell on it, her legs wantonly spread in a figure of total abandonment. "Fuck me," she drooled. "Oh, God, fuck me quick!"

Jess stared down at her. Now that she seemed to have slightly sobered, she was hot as a firecracker. For a few moments there earlier, he thought he had come up a cropper, that even though old Stoner was going to get his kicks, he-Jess-would go without dessert. Right now, though, as he gazed down at her, he once again shook his head at his good fortune. She was easily the most beautiful and best built woman he'd ever had ... and there had been hundreds and hundreds. She seemed so ... so ... he looked for a word, then decided it was "nice."

"Hurry," she said, and hunched her pelvis up at him in lewd invitation.

Then Jess did something he had only done once or twice before in his life with a woman he wasn't sure of and hadn't met before; he went down on her!

With the first touch of his lips against her cunt, Bea began mewling. "Good ... oh, good. Go on ... go on."

Jess had never seen a pussy so eatable before. The full engorged cuntal lips were the color of summer's first plums; and they shone with the dew of her excitement. He used his thumb and forefinger to peel the lips back and saw the beautiful clitoris-almost the same color as the full, red plums he had eaten as a kid-shyly come into view. His tongue flickered out and quivered against it like the rapidly fanning wings of a hummingbird before a feeder. Then, hearing her muffled scream of ecstasy, he went to work with his tongue. He drove it inward between the sweet folds of the cunt and felt them give way before him. Even with his tongue he could tell she was tight, that she was-to all intents and purposes-relatively unfucked. The thought goaded him and he began using his tongue first as a prick driving in and out, then as a vibrator moving the entire length of the slit. He deliberated, and then paused only a second before putting his hands under her hips and lifting her firm, rounded buttocks up off the bed. His new target-the tiny, defenseless little asshole-was puckering and unpuckering like a fish feeding in water. He drove his tongue through the tight, rubbery resistance of this new opening.

"Aaaaggggh, God!" Bea's voice was completely unrecognizable. Her face was twisted in a grotesque mask of lust. Her senses, for the most part, had returned to her now. She knew a stranger was tongue-fucking her and would soon be cock-fucking her, but she didn't care. She loved it. Wanted more! All she wanted was to cum. An intolerable pressure had begun to build up within her abdomen. She felt she had never before been so aroused; she felt as if she could never get relief. She sobbed for it, reached for it ... but it was an elusive grayness that never materialized.

Jess was beginning to get tongue-weary. He had been licking and sucking away for at least five minutes. Always before he had made women cum within two or three minutes. To all intents and purposes, however, it seemed that the only thing he had been able to accomplish was to turn her furnace up higher. Finally, his tongue aching from its unaccustomed work, he drew his face away from her cunt and began to lick his way up her belly to her tits.

"Don't wait," Bea hissed. "Fuck me now! Shove your cock up my cunt and fuck me hard and fast!"

That was exactly what Jess had in mind when he stopped sucking Bea's cunt. He got between her legs, placed his cock at her cunthole and rammed it in to the hilt.

Bea's ass began bouncing on the bed as though she had a burr up her ass. It was all over for Jess as his buttocks began jerking involuntarily, and the first spurts of the white hot cum juice began spewing into the wildly moving target.

Bea kept punching her pelvis up and down even after Jess had rolled off with a weary sigh.

Beside her, Clara heard Stoner's low growl, "I'm going to try a little of that." His cock, which had swollen to new life as he watched the scene on the bed, throbbed with a grand vitality.

"No ... you can't," Clara began, and then immediately shut up when she saw the angry look on the bible salesman's face. Instinctively, Clara knew there was something wrong about Bea; that the redhead had to be protected, if, indeed, it weren't already too late. This wasn't Bea, her friend, on the bed. This was someone else ... and she began wondering if perhaps they had been given a drug or something. But then that was impossible, she thought, after all, I'm okay, I think. She watched, incapable of further protest, as the hulking figure of Stoner climbed up on the bed between her lewdly writhing girl friend's legs. Clara saw Bea's eyes open in recognition and a sudden look of fright and distress cross her face, but her guttural croak of lust gave lie to the frightened expression, "Fuck me ... make me cum."

"Don't worry, little lady. Old cunthound Stoner has got the thing that'll cure what ails you. I'm going to make you cum until your eyeballs roll right out of your head. You ready?"

"Oh, God, yes. Do it now."

Grinning down at her, Stoner fumbled with his prick, deliberately sliding it up and down the cummoistened lips until Bea was writhing again in an agony of impatience. Then, knowing she was filled with Jess's cum and so well-lubricated that it would be impossible to hurt her, Stoner savagely lunged forward driving his burgeoning prick deep, deep, deep down through the hot layers of flesh and nerves and muscle into the very heart of the hungrily grasping pussy.

"Aaaaagggghh ... yes!" Bea screamed, and then unaccountably began to weep. She felt his long hard cock punching away at her-felt her body responding down there to his invasion-felt every muscular ridge on the trunk of the prick and felt the huge throbbing head scraping against her cervix. She felt it all ... felt her own heat growing until it seemed she would suddenly ignite in one blistering flash of spontaneous flame ... but the one thing she wanted most to feel was denied her. She felt no relief. "Make me cum," she screamed, and it was a message from nerves that seemed tortured beyond endurance.

"Deeper," she cried, and Stoner groaned in pain when her fingernails cruelly grasped his buttocks and dug into a depth where they drew blood. She pumped her pussy up and down on his thick white piston as though some fragile mechanical governor had broken and a machine was running full-speed, overloaded, about to explode in a deadly shower of broken parts.

Bea's explosion didn't come, but Stoner's did. "Too much, baby. Too much!" he groaned, and Bea shrieked in frustrated anger as she felt his cock blow up inside her.

My God. My God. My God. What has happened to me. Please ... isn't there something I can do. My heart is about to pump right out of my body.

She felt the coolness of the air hit her sweat streaked body as Stoner pulled his flaccid cock out and then moved away from her shaking his head.

"She's insatiable," he said. "A goddamned nympho."

"No," Clara said angrily. "No. There's something wrong with her." She went forward solicitously and asked. "Bea, honey. Are you all right? Can I get you anything?" Bea blinked up at her. "I'm so ashamed. I want to die. What's wrong?" And Clara, like most females, felt the tears of sympathy welling up in her own eyes. She was also frightened, and already blaming herself.

"I can't cum. I'm about to die."

Helpless, Clara looked around. "What shall I do," she whispered to Stoner. "Honey ... it's going to take the whole damned navy to put out that blaze," he said wearily. "Jesus."

"Jess?"

Jess was staring down at the redhead in complete bewilderment. He rnerely shook his head, looking unsure of himself and a little ashamed. "I can't do her any good."

Bea moaned loudly, "Help me! Someone ... please...."

She heard another man's laughter, the gasp of surprise, then the barely recognizable voice. "Madam called?"

Through tear-dimmed eyes she saw him then, standing nude and satanic by the door. The black bellboy ... James! His erection, like the scepter of a king, stood out royally in front of him.

It was Stoner who said it, awe in his voice and a disbelieving expression on his face, "Good Christ! Look at that horse cock. Why, boy, that must be at least...."

"Eleven inches, sometimes more," he said proudly.

Clara, feeling faint, was glad she was surrounded by Stoner and Jess. No woman could ever take anything that big. He would split her apart-rip her as though she had given breech birth to an elephant, punch right through the membranal wall of her uterus and come out her throat.

"Help me ... please," Bea moaned like a female cat in heat.

"Madam must say what she wants." James said, smirking, feeling now the first taste of victory.

"Fuck me ... oh, God. Fuck me. Make me cum...."

Clara had something akin to terror on her face but she still bravely stepped forward and tried to protect Bea. "No, you can't. You'll kill her."

The black youth stared sardonically at her.

"No woman has ever died from fucking, madam."

Clara turned back to Bea, moving sinuously-weaving like a snake-on the bed. "You don't know what you're saying," she said.

"I do. I do. Go away. Leave me alone," Bea cried wildly, then turned to James. "Fuck me."

"I will my little pigeon, but first...." he nodded toward the door, and told Stoner and Jess, "take this lady back to her bedroom. Keep her there or I shall leave."

Stoner looked for a second as if he were going to retort, but then shaking his head mournfully, he took Clara's arm and led her, still protesting, out of the room. After a moment's indecision, a dejected Jess went with them.

James waited until they were in the other bedroom, then opened the door to the corridor. Tony was waiting just outside. "Everything okay?" the older bellhop whispered.

The black youth grinned. "Bring them in. The show is about to begin."

From down the hallway, slowly in groups of two and three, about twenty men began converging on the suite. Some of them-having paid fifty dollars extra-were even carrying cameras.

Most of them were almost reverently silent as they filed into the sitting room of the suite; a couple snickered coarsely, and more than one was obviously self-conscious. One and all, they had come to see a "fuck show." None of them believed Tony's description of the girl. He had said she was "real class stuff, a beautiful high-society broad up here for a little fun." That had to be sucker talk; the girl was probably some old bag of a whore with sagging pussy lips and color and shape of a raw pig's liver, with a fat streaked belly and pendulous tits. They had been told they must stand in the shadows by the bar and remain absolutely quiet, make no comments until after the man started fucking the girl. This, they had been told, was because the girl did not know they were there. They did not believe this, either. Finally, they had been told that the male had a twelve-inch cock. Sure he has, they thought derisively. But their curiosity was piqued. They paid the admission price of fifty-dollars. And, miraculously enough, everything that had been said was the truth. When it was over, near dawn, they went their separate ways ... and not a single one of them would ever forget the show. Years later, they were to talk about it-in hushed and awed tones-in lonely camps in the frozen Yukon, on the high rocky slopes of the Andes, and on the wind-swept tundras....

The Pago Palo had done its work well, James thought, as he gazed down at the tearfully pleading figure of the redhead begging him for sexual release. He watched her closely. Her reactions appeared almost normal, and it was obvious that the drug-used originally by the Indians in their religious ceremonies-was wearing off. She would cum if he worked at it, and he knew from past experience that when she finally came it would blow her mind for hours. For a brief moment he felt pity for her. She was so beautiful, and he had a feeling that her bitchy behavior earlier in the day was caused more by embarrassment than by natural temperament. His pity evaporated almost immediately as he thought of the thousand-dollars already collected for the show. He walked over alongside the bed, where Bea's head was lolling from side to side, a grimace of real pain on her face, as she used her own fingers to savagely fingerfuck her unresponsive pussy.

"Madam," he said, "open your eyes."

Her breath coming in panting shudders, Bea did as she was told. Above her head, less than six inches away, the man's mammoth prick throbbed as though it were reverberating to some far-off drumbeat coming from the very heart of hell. Her throat was so constricted with unfulfilled lust, that her voice sounded like the croak of a raven. "Fuck me ... please ... oh, God ... put me out of my misery. Fuck me...."

"All right," he said. "But first you must moisten my cock with your tongue. Open your mouth."

An immediate flood of shame and revulsion inundated Bea's mind. I can't, she silently screamed. I can't do that. Please don't make me do that. Her eyes looked up beseechingly at him, but there was no mercy on that black satanic face. Inside her, she felt the walls of restraint and self-respect crumbling like sand castles against the tidal wave of her own passion. She closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth, a look of revulsion on her face.

"Open your eyes, Madam," the soft voice came again. "You must see what you are doing."

With a final shudder of defeat, her eyes flicked open. There it was. The ebony shaft of flesh and muscle. She could see the veins on it, could see the testicles drawn up into the scrotum like two wheels on the side of a long-barrelled field artillery piece, could see ... oh, God! the oozing white viscous seepage of cum juice already coming from the head of the glans. She wanted to run to the window and leap. She wanted to grab a broomstick and shove it-all of it into her own cunt-she wanted to die! Anything but this. Anything, but don't make me do this. And even as the words were echoing through her own mind, she found her head moving forward, her mouth opening.

The cock moved away at the approach of her mouth.

"Wha ... what?" she stammered, looking up at the cruelly grinning face of her master.

"Wait," he ordered. Then, taking his prick in hand, he moved it toward her lips. "Open just a little," he demanded. Like some mindless zombie, Bea ob-eyed. James then took the oozing head of his cock and used it like lipstick to smear the seminal fluid around her lips. They shone in the half-light of the bedroom. "Now lick your lips."

Bea closed her eyes and, with a grimace, did as she was told. The faintly saline, alien taste seemed to overpower all other tastes in her mouth. She swallowed noisily as the dry spittle went down her throat. Upon command. "Open your mouth and start sucking," she did as ordered. She felt the heat of his black cock against her lips, could feel it throbbing against the roof of her mouth. It filled her there completely. "Suck!"

Bea made a vacuum of her mouth and did as instructed. Never before had she felt so debased, so defenseless against the perverted desires of this man ... and her own traitorous body whose wantonness had betrayed her. She sucked, and now she began to feel some forbidden pleasure in the act. It was igniting new fires in her desolate pussy, but that was unimportant! She liked this.

The bellboy stood above her, feeling a genuine delight as the soft oval of her mouth covered the head of his cock. Her mouth felt warm and buttery. Another time, another situation, and he would have had her blow him until he spewed his cum all the way down into her proud little belly. She obviously had never done anything like this before, because she didn't seem to really know what was involved. Still, though, she seemed to have a natural talent ... he flexed his ass muscles and made his cock jerk in her mouth as he felt her tongue lick hesitantly at the underside. He glanced 'lown at his watch. It had been three minutes. Time enough for the spectators to get settled in the shadows in the sitting room. Now, all he had to do was convince her to come in ... and that would be no problem at all.

"Enough," he said, and pulled his cock from her mouth. Was it his imagination, or did she seem reluctant to let it go? Quickly he reached down and pulled her fingers from her own twat; when she fought to return them, he simply said, "Stop that. I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to let you cum."

"Oh, yes ... please ... pul-eeezzz. Hurry." She ground her pelvis lewdly up and down several times.

Bea no longer cared about anything but the insertion of that prick into her pussy. The man's perverted request to suck his cock had broken what few moral restraints she had left; all she wanted now was release. She realized her feet were almost under her buttocks as she sought to push her pussy up, up, up toward relief.

James knelt between her legs. He put the head of his cock against the velvet softness of her pubic hair and pussy lips. Jess and Stoner's jism still glistening between her thighs didn't bother him; she was just that much more lubricated. The girl reached up and locked both hands around his waist and sought to pull him into her, but the bellhop braced his hands against the mattress and fought her. "I am the master. You will do as I say."

"Yes ... yes ... anything, but pul-eeezzz hurry!"

"Repeat it. I am the master."

"You are the master. You are the master.

Bea couldn't believe the incredible sensations washing over her. Before, when the other two men ... God! Did I really permit those two strangers to fuck me? Did I? And now, a third stranger? What's wrong with me? Have I gone mad? She went back to the thought: Before, when Jess and Stoner had fucked me, it was as though I had been given a shot of novacaine in my nerves, deadening me so that all I could feel was the act and excitement and the build-up of my orgasm-but never any relief. She knew now, though, that she could climax by this man. She knew it beyond a doubt. And knowing it, she greedily began trying to bring her clitoris in contact with that powerful godlike rod of pleasure.

The bellboy let her strive for about forty seconds, watching her tits and throat carefully. Her breath was now a rasping hollow noise. Her body movements became more sure of themselves and he felt her cuntal muscles begin a gentle trembling. When he saw the first strawberry mottling of her tits, he knew she was within a minute of reaching a climax. Quickly then, without warning, he pulled his cock with a wet, sucking sound from her eagerly quivering pussy.

"What ... what are you doing? Don't! You can't ... cannnn...." she stuttered like someone with a bad speech impediment. An immediate flow of tears began and she opened her mouth to scream, when James snapped. "Shut up!"

Bea's mouth clamped close. Her body was wracked with sobbing shudders.

"Now listen carefully. I shall not repeat it. I know you want to cum. I can make you cum. No one else can." The words were droned hypnotically. "You are to come to me by the fireplace. You must crawl the entire distance. I will be there." He saw her eyes were closed, but she was listening. "Open your eyes. That's better. This, too, will be waiting for you. See it ... is it not nice?" He stroked his prick a couple of times and then danced back from the bed as she reached for it. "I will be waiting. If you want to cum ... you must come to me ... crawling."

"Please ... don't be so cruel. Now ... do it now."

"Crawl." The word was in itself a sentence handed down from the highest tribunal-a sentence from which there would be no further appeal.

Sobbing, Bea watched him walk out of the room. Oh, god ... Bea have you lost your mind, the silent voice scrdamed. Don't go in there. Don't crawl to any man. It would be better if you crawled to the window there and slipped over the edge. Have you no decency ... no self respect? No shame? And a shrill voice of reason screamed back at the other part of her mind. "I have nothing but need."

She slipped from the bed and got on her hands and knees. She felt the rough pile of the wool carpeting against her bare knees and the palms of her hands. Then her body was moving-crawling awkwardly-toward the waiting black youth ... and welcome relief.

And this is the story they would tell during those lonely nights far away from civilization-and this is what they would fantasize as they sought relief using their own cold hand in place of a warm woman's body-and this is what they would always remember. They had expected something sleazy, something fairly stomach turning, something that was an unintentional cheap parody of the greatest thing a man and woman could do together. What they saw was a ballet of physical love, and it was beautiful in its sensuality.

The man-boy had come into the center of the light by the fireplace and he was beautiful in the flush of youth and power, for there was strength in his shoulders, strength in his thighs ... but the real strength obviously resided in his black cock which was close to a foot in length.

The woman, God was there ever such a woman before, had crawled-yes! crawled-into the room. Her long red hair had fallen over her shoulders and almost dragged on the floor, and through the strands of hair you could occasionally glimpse the tits like golden melons of the sun swaying to and fro as she crawled. Her passion-filled eyes were as smoky as the high Sierras before winter's first storm moves in. Her buttocks was as white and perfect as two matched pearls, and you could tell-just by looking-that her ass was deliciously warm and soft to the touch.

And even the crudest of the spectators fell silent, holding their breaths with the rest ... knowing they had never seen a woman like this before ... and never would again, except in all of their dreams in all of the years to come....

The black youth stood, legs spread apart and hands on hips, with his back to the fireplace. The lights had been placed so that the spectators looked only like vague formless shadows in the dark parts of the room. He was satisfied that the redhead would not be aware they were there until he was ready for her to know.

Bea came crawling defeatedly into the sitting room, and her eyes looked up at him for mercy-pleading. It was then that something happened he had not expected. A sudden overwhelming feeling of affection for her swept through his body. He had fucked hundreds of different women, and humiliated many of them ... but never before had this feeling. Abruptly, he was excited by the thought of fucking her. He wanted it to be good; he wished now he hadn't staged this show. But it was too late, he'd have to give the men their money's worth . ... and that meant that just as she was reaching again for a climax, Tony, the other beliboy, would have to fuck her in the ass.

Bea crawled toward him. She was breathing deeply and slowly now, secure in the knowledge that he was about to give her the present he had so tantalizingly withheld from her. His black prick looked larger than ever in the harsh light; it had begun its impatient oozing again. She wondered if he wanted her to take it in her mouth once more; she would do it, gladly, if it pleased him. She looked up past his prick and saw his expression. For one moment, she imagined there was a look of tenderness there-as though he were fond of her. But that disappeared to be replaced by a businesslike tightening of his lips. Her head slumped on her shoulders; she stared at the rug-waiting, waiting, waiting for orders.

"Doll," he said softly, "look at me."

She lifted her head.

"Tell me exactly what you want."

"You know."

"I must hear it, though. Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me ... to make me cum."

He smiled. "Do you like my black cock?"

A sob and an answer, "Oh, yes."

"Then lick it ... and suck on it."

Bea shuffled forward, showing more animation than before, wanting to do anything to speed up the process, anything to hasten his penetration of her with his wonderful male hardness. She ovaled her lips as the bellboy put his hands on her head.

Suddenly, without warning, he thrust forward to ram the thick, turgid head of his cock deep into her gaping mouth. Bea gagged, and sought to pull back, certain she was going to choke from the sheer size of the organ buried so fully between her puckered lips. It took only seconds for her mouth to become adjusted to the throbbing heat of the rod, and then even she was surprised at her eagerness as she began sucking at it hungrily, as though she had been without food or sustenance for days.

James looked around grinning at the shadows and twisted his body so that everyone could see the hardness and size of the cudgel clasped between her lips. Then he began moving it in and out, watching with fascination as she used her elastic lips to suck with all their might on the cock fucking into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed on each withdrawal stroke, billowed out with each inward thrust. Her eyes were no longer smoky, now they were glazed with a feral-like lust that seemed to burn brighter than the lights shining down in her upturned face.

The black youth felt the warm, buttery sensation wash over him. She was so goddamned amateurish at this, but at the same time there was softness and a warmness in her mouth that he seldom experienced. He wanted to flood her mouth with cum; he wanted to see it splatter and spurt from her lips and run down her chin ... but he withheld that thought, knowing he must retain control. After about two minutes, he pulled his cock from her mouth. Bea crawled forward, reaching up for it again. Her mouth opening and closing soundlessly in desire.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, and I'll make you cum as you've never cum before," he said.

"Oh, yes. Fuck me. Hurry ... please," Bea had begun to roll over on her back when his shouted sudden command hit her like a whip, "Stop that."

"What. . what? I don't understand."

"I'm going to fuck you dog-fashion ... the way a proud little bitch like you should be fucked."

The lewd words-the insult-excited her even more, and her arousal began building up once more to the intolerable stage. She groaned in surrender as she felt his hands forcing her down into a widespread kneeling position. Her arm and thigh muscles were quivering weakly.

Then he was kneeling down in back of her. She found herself flushing in shame for her full white buttocks were moving of their own accord-wiggling, flexing and unflexing-lewdly inviting him to do anything he wanted. For a brief moment, she thought about what she was doing, how far she had fallen from decency within the last forty-eight hours. She had never fucked anyone else before except her quick to cum husband. Tonight there had already been three strangers unloading their heated male cum deep up inside of her body. She wanted to cry about that; she felt degraded, debased ... all of it her own doing. But then these thoughts fled as she felt James's hands peel apart the cheeks of her ass. He opened them as reverently as he would separate the pages of a sacred book. She pushed back against him, wanting him to consummate this act. And abruptly, she moaned in delight, as he bent his face to her straining buttocks and licked moistly down the entire length of the warmly sweating crevice.

His tongue was a living thing, bringing lewd, debasing sensations she had never felt before. She screamed in rapture when it flicked against her asshole, then pressured its way inside the hotly pulsating little cavity.

"Oh ... Oh," she groaned, as the tantalizing tongue skewered teasingly into her. She quivered as though she were suffering from palsy, her hands and knees felt too weak to support her. She rotated her buttocks in small circlets around and around seeking deeper penetration, wanting this wanton rape of her defenseless loins to be complete. This was wickedness, this was the ultimate sin ... and she reveled in the knowledge. Nothing had ever felt like this before; the sensation went beyond pleasure, beyond rapture. There was nothing else in the entire world right now except that tongue pressing into her ... and her own growing fire. She could cum this way; she knew she could cum this way, and she sought it, wildly reveling in the lewd sensation until she thought her entire body was about to spin off into space and explode into a thousand tiny rejoicing pieces.

James sensed her buildup, and pulled out his tongue.

"Oh, no ... you mustn't. Keep on."

"Now we are going to fuck," James said, shutting off her protests.

Bea suddenly quivered in fear, remembering the pain of a few minutes earlier, as she felt the mammoth blood-engorged head of his prick press into the slit between her widespread buttocks.

She involuntarily cringed forward in an effort to escape it, even though she knew her desolate cunt had to have it or go mad. The relentless prick followed its target. Then, she felt it slip along the entire length of her cuntal lips where it teasingly parted the softly curling strands of her pubic hair and pushed against her clitoris. A jolt of pleasure shot through her. "Oh ... ahhhh!"

James's hands closed around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, with his fingers digging harshly into her soft white flesh.

"Put it in," he ordered.

"I'm ... I'm afraid. It's going to hurt again," she groaned helplessly.

"Put it in!" His words snapped out like a cat-o'-nine-tails, and she flinched as though he had actually struck her.

Bea groaned piteously as she felt his fingers digging even deeper into her sensitive flesh. She couldn't stand that and her own burning need. In desperation, she reached back between her legs and found his cock. It was so huge that it seemed as though she couldn't possibly wrap her fingers around it. And with that first touch of her hand on his living, throbbing prick, she knew she had to have it inside of her. He was going to impale her; she knew it would hurt even more than in the bedroom. He would split her. She would die. And yet ... strangely ... masochistically ... she welcomed this death. Just bring me relief, she thought, and then tearfully pressed that huge black bulbous head at the defenseless opening of her twat.

The bellboy smiled out at the shadows as he felt her trembling hand place his cock at that secret place between her cuntal lips. He began a slow prodding against the elastic opening, feeling the softly yielding lips parting to accommodate him. Then the huge head was through the first layer of warm, all-enveloping flesh and attempting to force its way inside the tight restricting ring of muscle that jealously guarded the entrance to her belly.

"Aaaaaggghhh," she grunted, panting in pain. "You're hurting me. Stop for a minute ... please."

Now, though, with the feel of her warm clasping pussy giving way before him, James no longer felt any tenderness or inclination for mercy. He wanted to be inside her-all the way. He needed to be. He wanted to fuck her, had to fuck her! And the heat of animal desire suddenly shorted out all restraint in him. He took a tighter hold on her thighs, and then lunged forward while at the same time pulling her buttocks back toward him.

"Aaaaagggghhhh," it was a shrill scream of agony from Bea, as she felt his thick long cock slam through the hot throbbing fleshy barriers of her cunt deeper, far deeper than she had ever been penetrated before. She was being split apart-ripped asunder. She even thought she could feel stomach muscles being ripped from their anchoring tendons. Another scream gurgled from her throat, the wild scream of exaltation of a mating cat.

Bea struggled vainly, swinging her buttocks and lunging forward in an effort to escape the brutal impalement. The giant prick was like some huge black sapphire-headed drill boring deep into the subterranean areas of her stomach. She could swear it was in so far that it must be lodged in her tits. The stretched-to-capacity cuntal walls were a blaze of agony from the invading shaft of muscle and flesh, and it was a pain almost equal to that of her unfulfilled desire.

Bea attempted once more to struggle loose, but her efforts were futile, and she realized he had actually skewered her, impaled her on the end of his rock-hard cock like some helpless laboratory specimen on a mounted board.

She has an absolutely incredible little white pussy, James thought with delight. It was tight; the tightest he had in many years, but it was all velvet and heat in there. A proud pussy, with reason to be proud. She had deep muscles that were working on him now, even though she was still moaning and groaning in pain. It was a wonderful sensation, and if he didn't watch himself he would go out of his mind. Her pussy lips clutched and caressed the trunk of his prick, and he felt them ripple from some far-off reverberation of sensation within her nerve system. And because she would make him cum this way-without his moving at all-James decided he had better start the fuck show right now or all the guys watching from the shadows would think he was a rabbit who couldn't hold back.

Bea gradually became aware that the boy was beginning to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of her ovaly stretched twat. The pain was fading now, and she began to feel once more the buildup of pleasure. Her breath became-:nore shallow, and it rasped in her throat. "Go on ... darling ... go on. I love it. I love it."

James heard her words and a feeling of supreme power and achievement swept over him. He knew now that all traces of the Pago Palo had gone from her body. She was responding naturally to his cock, as he fucked in and out with long, steady strokes that had all the accuracy of a torpedo speeding silently through the warm twat sea.

Little explosive sounds of delight began coming from Bea's lips with each inward thrust of that implacable cock. She could feel her body responding to him, could feel muscles and tendons and nerves all working in unison to bring him pleasure and her relief. She spread her thighs even wider, feeling her knees scraping against the wool carpeting. She could feel everything about him now. The prurient little throbs his cock's head made, the twitching, his bushy springy pubic hair pressed tight against her thighs. Suddenly she dropped from her elbows to one shoulder on the carpet, lifting her firmly rounded young ass up higher in an obscene offering of lust. The roughness of the wool carpeting stung her sensitive nipples into a greater hardness.

Deep, deep inside of her, the spongy head of his prick grazed against the bony tip of her cervix while her uterus expanded and contracted like the folds of some dark incredibly warm accordian. She felt the first barely perceptible beginnings of the

Saint Elmo's fire preceding her orgasm. It was beautiful ... so beautiful. She began working toward it, edging up to it so it would not run away again like some frightened bird.

And then, abruptly, the black youth pulled out!

"Don't," she panted. "You can't do that to me. You promised. You promised to make me cum."

James stood up and stared down at her. A cruel grin of victory was on his face. "And so I shall. Now I am going to fuck you another way ... you'll be on top and I'll be on the bottom."

Bea felt a rush of greater passion as her lust-dulled mind finally realized the implications of what he was saying. She would be on top; she would be the boss ... she could bring on her orgasm at will.

James lay down beside her. She saw his ebony cock throbbing away, shining with juices from deep within the well-springs of her own cunt. And because she wanted to and no longer had any inhibitions whatsoever left, she bent forward and kissed the rigid, beautiful pole that had brought her so much pleasure. She licked it from testicles to purplish-black head. Then she straddled him.

I've never done it this way. What shall I do. I don't want to make a mistake. I suppose I should just sit on it.

James, flat on his back, had his hands behind his head. He watched her with amusement.

Finally Bea said, "What shall I do?"

"Sit on it. Put it between your legs-let it slip into that sweet juicy little pussy-and then slowly ... sit down."

Bea did as she was instructed, feeling the huge head once again stretching her cuntal opening. This time, however, there was no pain. Only indescribable delight as it slowly sank into her. She played with it, playing with her pussy lips around it ... making little movements of penetration ... one inch ... two inches ... out a little, in a little ... three inches. It was a ceremonial sword being returned to its rightful sheath. Her eyes had widened once again in animal passion. And finally, no longer able to deny herself the joy of full penetration, she lowered herself completely on the throbbing rod. When it was finally lodged all the way in her, she shook her head in unconcealed delight, and her long red hair swung back and forth like a red curtain blowing in the breeze.

She began moving up and down on the cock, making slow movements at first. She experimented, then realized that she could bring her tingling clitoris into contact with the now lustfully throbbing shaft. Unable to control herself, she greedily began bouncing up and down on it, feeling the hardened black rod pounding deeper, ever deeper into the lonely canyon up between her open thighs. Her whole body began twitching and writhing uncontrollably. She groaned in complete abandonment as the deliciously punching instrument sank to new untapped depths in her cunt. Her face reddened and little moans of ecstasy bubbled out of her throat. "Oh ... so beautiful, so wonderful ... oh, darling." She bent forward impulsively and kissed the surprised black youth, digging her tongue into his mouth, tongue-fucking him. Then she drew back, her eyes beginning to glaze again and her breath coming faster.

James felt her deliberately pull her knees in tighter around his ribcage as she sought to increase the friction. Then, when he was sure she was once again about to reach toward the orgasm, he took his hands out from behind his head and grabbed the heaving mounds of her buttocks, holding her tight in against his flat stomach.

"What ... what are you doing?" she asked, still making little movements in spite of his grip on her buttocks.

James smiled. "I promised to make you cum. And I shall. I promise you that you will cum within sixty seconds, and it will be more beautiful than you ever dreamed. But first...." Even as he was speaking, his hands once again peeled apart the cheeks of her ass.

Tony, the almost-sixtyyear-old bellhop, had walked quietly up behind them. He was completely nude, and his short, stubby little pecker shone with the thick sheen of vaseline. He stared hungrily down at ripe full moons of her defenseless ass, at the exposed little asshole and then at the youth on the floor for direction.

James gave one little nod.

Bea was so lost in her maddened pursuit for an orgasm that she didn't see the motion. She wasn't aware of anything until she felt the first tentative probing back between her widespread buttocks, and even then she mistakenly assumed James was using his finger to bring her greater passion.

Tony lunged forward, driving his hardened little cock deep with the first slippery thrust.

"Aaaaagggghhhhhh," Bea screamed in pain; she frantically twisted around, and then horror replaced the pain when she saw another man was kneeling back between her legs. She had opened her mouth to scream, when James abruptly reached up and grabbed her neck. He pulled her head down to his chest and whispered viciously in warning. "Shut up ... or I'll break your neck."

She whimpered in abject terror and shuddered as a pain, fully equal to James's first invasion of her stretched unused pussy, began in her asshole. That man, that horrible little man, was shoving something up her asshole. And suddenly, as she felt the bristly hair of his lust-taut scrotum brush against the back of her smooth inner thighs, she realized ... she realized.

"Oh ... God ... no," she moaned in shame and distress. She tried to lift her head, but the black youth beneath her still had his cruel arm locked around her neck. Now, helpless, her defenseless little shithole high in the air like the bull's eye of some delicious target, she felt the unnatural movements begin in and out of her rectum. The pain lessened almost immediately, but the shame of her degradation remained as an afterglow. Finally, with one last convulsive shudder, she stopped trying to fight it. Weeping futilely now, she discovered that her dually impaled genitals were already betraying her to this new rapist. She could feel her ass muscles involuntarily clenching and unclenching around his dick, could hear his grunts of delight each time she did so.

And suddenly she no longer cared about anything. Gradually a glow was building up back there in the buttery depths of her asshole. She recognized it for what it was-a promise ... a promise that shouted, "Cooperate and you shall have untold delight." She moved upward against his incoming sodomizing stroke, and then when she lowered her body again, she found that beautiful cock sunk tightly in her pussy below was scraping maddeningly against her aroused clitoris.

Then, as if by some secret signal, both cocks were moving in unision, battering into her-buffeting her body between them. She closed her eyes in delirium-she was a love slave. Let them do what they want to me; I'll do anything for them.

The bellboy, James, knew the second she had totally surrendered. He had known long before she, because he could feel her responsive little twitchings deep in her twat. She was close to cumming ... and because he was-now and probably forever-very fond of her, he wanted her to cum. It would be a climax she could never equal again. She would simply pass out at the height of it. She was coming closer ... closer ... closer. He could feel her inner muscles suddenly tensing, could feel the uncontrollable twitching deep within her cunt suddenly beginning to go wild. Her breath had almost stopped; her eyes had grown wide in stunned disbelief and hope. He felt the first jerkings as Tony grunted and flooded his juice deep up inside her shit passage. He knew that had triggered it for her!

There really was only one other thing left to do. His hand reached out ... and fumbled at a light switch!

Bea felt the exquisite velvet explosion beginning in her body. She felt the throbbing of that stranger's cock deep in her ass and knew he had cum inside her there. The knowledge that the perverted act had already been concluded ... and that she had enjoyed it ... was the catalyst that set off the explosion. She was close. Very close. Almost there. Almost THERE!

"Ah? Ah? UH? I'm ... I'm ... I'm, I'M CUMM-MI-ING! Oh, God! I'm cumming...."

The first convulsive wave of joy and ecstasy wracked her body and it was then, just before her fluttering eyes closed, that James casually leaned over and turned a switch on the extension cord. Lights came on all around the room and the shadows came to life ... and she saw them ... all the men like faces seen in a nightmare ... all of them looking hot-eyed and breathless at her and her lewd, lewd, lasciviousness.

"I'm cumming," she screamed defiantly at them. "I'm cumming," and her nostrils dilated with joy. Her body moved in a tarantella of lust and fulfullment. Let them stare. I am not alone in my shame. I revel in it. I grovel in it. My shame is my joy. Share my joy with me. Cum with me. Cum all of you. Her body continued to pound up and down on the younger black youth's hard-driving dick and then, happily, she felt it, too, spurting far, far up inside of her. That ignited new and even more powerful stages in her rocket, and she was jetting in free-fall toward the mysterious never-before realms of sensation. She came ... and came, her voice crying out in wonderment and exaltation ... until finally, she felt her mind drifting off ... and she fell forward, in a swoon of passion, upon the chest of the youth who had brought this joyous moment to her.

Even though she seemingly was unconscious, her body continued to function as a sexual machine, as several of the men were to discover. The velvety depths of her pussy had little muscles that joyfully welcomed each new man, and her asshole was inundated with enema after enema of cum juice. Her mouth ran rivers of cum and it splashed and spurted against her red hair until the strands were matted and until her tits looked as if they were salt-caked.

Her friend came, an angry, frightened little black-haired girl who threatened to call the police, just as the last man was finishing. And then, in little groups of two and three, they wandered away carrying with them the story ... and they would never forget her ... nor she them.

Bea's husband came to her in Reno where she had gone for the quick divorce. He hadn't seen her since she went on that shopping spree with Clara. He had been frantic with worry about her and if it hadn't been for Clara, he would have called the police and issued a missing persons search for her. He did not know where she was until he had heard from her lawyer.

When he saw her lying alongside the pool in the sun, wearing only a small bikini, he knew that he loved his wife very much and that he never really wanted another woman. He knew that he had not done right by her where her sexual needs were concerned and that if he could convince her to drop the divorce and come back to him he was going to have to get medical help for his problem.

She saw him walking down the stairs and lifted her sun glasses. She did not smile.

"Hello, Bea," he said. "How have you been?"

"Jerry." It was noncommitally stated.

She looks different, he thought. Shit, it's as though her spontaneous gaiety and her childlike innocence have been ripped away from her. As though she has been terribly hurt, her spirit broken, as though she had a guilty conscience ... had committed some unspeakable crime whose memory hangs with the weight of the sins of the world on her shoulders. "May I sit down?"

She nodded. It wasn't permission ... merely an acknowledgement that she could not keep him from joining her.

"How have you been?" he asked.

"Fine," she said, dully, without animation.

"I've missed you."

"Have you? I'm sorry about that."

He stared at her, then asked point-blank, "What's the matter?"

She refused to look at him. "What makes you think something's the matter?"

"I can tell."

She shrugged.

"Bea ... look at me, please." Slowly, she turned her head and stared at him. Then she put her sunglasses back down hiding her eyes. "What do you want of me?" she asked.

"I came up here ... to tell you ... that I love you more than life itself. I want you to put aside the divorce action and come back to me ... I promise to go and get medical help so that I won't leave you hung up and horny after we fuck ever again ... I want us to start all over from the beginning again. I love you and want you to be my wife no matter what has happened since we parted."

He saw the corners of her mouth twitch slightly-whether in amusement or pain, he couldn't tell. Then she said quickly-and with some heat-"Don't say that. Don't ever say that again."

"Why?"

She looked beyond him. He saw her take a deep breath; her nostrils quivered. He turned around. Coming down the stairs was a young black man-somewhere in his early twenties-wearing a very tight pair of pants. With him was a very sloppy, dirty looking, though flashy dressed man who was short, fat and fiftyish, with a huge diamond ring on every one of his stubby fingers.

"I think that you had better leave now, Jerry. Make it a permanent good-bye."

"But ... Bea."

"Go now," she said gently. "Thank you for wanting to take me back." Then, unmistakably now, he knew that she was crying beneath those dark glasses for he saw a tear ... like sweat ... begin moving down the side of her nose. "You're too late ... too late by as many years as we have been married. Go now. I'm living with another man; I can't live without him."

Jerry recoiled as though someone had kicked him in the nuts. He couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true. He looked back again at the two men ... now walking along the decking toward them.

"Go. Get away," she said, and there was venom in her voice.

Angrily, he stood. Then fighting the desire to say something that would hurt her, he nodded and said simply, "If that's the way that you want it."

"That's the way that I want it."

"Good-bye, then." He turned and started in an opposite direction from the two men.

Behind him he heard the voice of the young black man saying, "Take a good look at her, Mr. Tohrengo. Does it look as though I was putting you on? Look at those legs ... look at those tits ... stand up doll and let the man see what he is paying for."

Jerry spun on his heels. Bea was still looking at him, and she nodded her head once as if confirming what he had just heard. "Good-bye," her lips framed the word.

And then she stood and slowly, like a piece of pork on a spit turned around for the inspection by the meat inspector.

"She takes it in the cunt, the mouth or the ass," the black youth continued. "You can have her for yourself or you can use her for a gang bang. The only thing, the price changes for a gang bang."

When Jerry got to the top of the stairs he turned around and saw Bea leading the man across the grass to one of the bungalows ... she was holding his prick in her hand and leading him and jerking him off at the same time.

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