Chained women

The subject of victim psychology has become an area of great interest in recent years, due mostly, perhaps, to the widely publicized "conversion" of Patricia Hearst to the radical SLA. Why a victim will turn and become a party to his or her own abduction is a question open to hot debate.

The young girls in this story find themselves pawns in a vicious white slavery racket, and through torture and repeated sexual assaults, these victims eventually become docile and obedient slaves to their "masters". What becomes of these once-innocent girls after their "training" sheds some light on the subject of man's potential for depravity. But what of the girls? Are they also guilty because of their behavior? Or are they simply robots carrying out their assigned tasks? Who can say?

CHAINED WOMEN -- a thought-provoking story of several young women's reactions to brutality and slavery. A word of warning to us all.


"Here she comes," Donald Cross whispered.

Adam Cross looked across the parking lot at the tall and stunning redhead who walked toward them. She wore tight red shorts and a brief halter so that much bare flesh was visible. Adam's throat went dry. He wanted to rip off that halter and let those huge tits bounce free. He wanted to kiss and fondle and stick his aching cock in her cunt.

He sighed. Right now he had to attend to business. There would be plenty of time for other things.

"Wait until the boy gets tipped," Adam warned his brother. "We don't want anyone to see us."

His brother was silent. There was really no reason for Adam to give advice. Both he and his brother had worked together hundreds of times. Everything always went smooth.

They waited patiently while the boy put the groceries into the back of the redhead's car and took his tip. The redhead watched him walk back across the parking lot before she got into her car.

She was unaware of the two men that moved suddenly and swiftly across the parking lot until they were at both her doors. The first warning she got was the knife at her throat.

"Okay, baby," Adam Cross said softly. "Just move over and stay cool."

"What are you doing?"

"You'll find out. I said move over."

Debbie Jules was frightened. All of her life she had feared something like this. She was a healthy woman and she enjoyed sex but she didn't think she would enjoy being forced.

There was nothing she could do. She slipped over. The other man opened the door and slipped in beside her. His arm came around her shoulders and she shivered. But all he did was draw her close so that she could feel the point of his knife against her side.

"Now you don't say anything, Debbie," he warned. "Don't scream or try to wave at any cops or I'll hurt you real bad."

"How do you know my name?" she questioned.

"We know all about you, Debbie," Donald Cross said. "We know things that even you have forgotten."

Adam Cross put his knife away and slipped under the wheel. He was smiling and friendly to people that walked by as he started the motor and drove the car out of the parking lot.

"Where are you taking me?" Debbie asked.

"You'll find out," Donald Cross said. "Just don't be so impatient."

The thing she was afraid of had happened. His hand slipped down and began to brush against the curve of her breasts.

"You are one fine-looking woman," Donald said. "We could have real fun together."

"Please," Debbie said.

"Please what?" Donald asked. "Please fuck me? You don't have to beg. That's going to happen."

Debbie opened her eyes wide at the man's comment. So they were going to rape her and they were being very casual about it. As if they did this sort of thing all the time! Perhaps they did. She looked into their cruel, stony faces. They looked like the sort of men who were not afraid of anything.

An hour later they were turning off the paved road onto a dirt one. The man beside her had done no more than fondle one of her breasts on the long ride, but she knew there was worse to come.

Adam stopped the car before an old house.

"Get out," he commanded.

Debbie's legs were weak as she got out. She almost fell but Donald caught her arm and held her steady.

"Walk into the house," Adam said.

She was numb as she walked up the wooden steps and into the house. She was surprised at what she found inside. The entire room was done in purple. Purple walls. Purple carpet. Purple furniture.

The carpet was so soft she almost sank down to her knees in it. She could see no other room. All of the doors leading out of the room looked like they were locked.

"This is it," Adam said. "Your new home."

"My new home?" Debbie questioned. "What do you mean?"

"This is where you're going to live for a while."

"I can't stay here. My family will start looking for me. You can't keep me here."

"But we will," Adam said. "Now undress." He commanded her in a very calm tone. But she was afraid. She kicked out at the man who held her and was rewarded by a grunt of pain. She was back out the door in a second.

She still was not quick enough. Adam Cross' strong hands caught her by the shoulders and pulled her backward. He pressed himself against her ass and she could feel his cock growing hard.

"Goddamn you," he muttered. "I'll teach you to turn away."

He pushed her back into the house. She turned to face him as he released her and his face was angry. She tried to dodge the blow from his fist but he was too fast.

His massive fist caught her under the chin and knocked her down. He caught her by the hair.

"From now on," he said, "when I give an order you follow it. And you damn sure better not fight."

He hit her again and she fell backward into the soft carpet.

"Now undress," he said again.

There was nothing else she could do. She was afraid of making him more angry. His brother was standing by the door rubbing a sore knee and smiling. She knew that he was going to make her pay for that kick.

She undid her halter top and gave it to him. She had always been proud of her huge tits. She liked the way that men ogled them. But today she felt a little afraid and a little sick at the way the two brothers were ogling them.

"Take the rest off," he commanded. "Quickly."

She took off her shorts and panties and sat naked before them on the carpet. Adam Cross gave a low whistle.

"You are a nice piece," he said. "You'll do just fine."

"Look at her pussy hair," Donald said. "It's as red as fire."

Adam licked his lips as he looked at her. He knew that there was going to be a change in his plans. Usually he stayed with a schedule and never fucked the women until his third or fourth trip. He very seldom ever touched them.

Today was different. Today his throbbing cock threatened to tear out of his trousers at the sight of this redhead. She certainly was going to make a fine addition to the raffle.

"Donald," Adam said. "Wait in the car."

"What are you going to do?" Donald asked.

"Just wait in the car."

Donald looked unhappy but he walked outside and let the door shut with a loud bang.

"Come over here," Adam said.

She stood up and walked to him. She was barely inches away from him, her bare tits brushing his chest.

"Well, get it over with," she said.

She was trying to make him angry but it didn't work. He smiled at her. He fondled one of her nipples and was rewarded by seeing it stiffen.

He knew he was making a mistake. He was getting too turned on by this woman. It would be a problem to undo the damage he had already caused.

"You bitch," he said.

He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees.

"Take it out," he demanded. "Take it out and suck it."

Debbie Jules had never sucked a man's cock before. There had been times when men had demanded that she suck them but she had always been able to handle men. Until now! There was no way she was going to be able to handle this man.

With trembling fingers she unzipped his fly and reached inside his trousers. Her hand brushed across his cock and she gasped with surprise. She was no virgin. She had felt cocks before, but his was a good-sized one.

She pulled it out of his trousers and it stood long and hard.

"Suck it," he said. "I haven't got all day."

She took the cock head between her lips and almost gagged. She was surrounded by male odor. She tried to pull away but he pushed her forward again. For a moment it was horrible and then she slowly began to grow used to it.

She was able to draw more of his cock into her mouth. Both his hands took holds on her hair.

"That's good, bitch," he said softly. "Just keep sucking like that."

He began to fuck her in the mouth.

He was turned on by the sight of his huge cock pistoning in and out of her small mouth.

"Oh God," he moaned. "I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to come in your mouth."

He couldn't hold it any longer. He felt the explosion in his balls and he knew he was shooting into her mouth.

She didn't take her lips away. She sucked and swallowed his jism until he was done.

"Damn," he said, drawing his limp prick out of her mouth. "You are one fine cock sucker. I wish I could fuck you but I can't right now."

"You can't?" she questioned. "I don't under stand."

"You will," he promised.

He chained her to a metal beam that stretched across the floor before he left. She could move around but not very much and not very far.

"You're not going to leave me like this!" Debbie protested.

"We'll be back," Adam promised. "We're not done with you yet."

"I hope the Boss doesn't find out," Donald Cross commented.

They were having a beer at Joey's bar. They always had a few beers afterward.

"He won't," Adam said. "Not unless somebody tells him."

"Don't look at me. I don't have anything to say to the Boss."

Donald was soaked with sweat. It had been hard work for him to dispose of Debbie's car. Now the parts had already been delivered to different garages. The frame was deep in the lake where it would never be found.

"But she sure made me horny," Adam said. "I can still feel a tingle in my balls just thinking about her."

"Well you had your jollies," Donald said. "I'd kind of like to get mine."

"Well, let's run up to Cindy's. She can fix us both up."

They paid for their beers and left. Cindy Jones lived a mile away from Joey's bar. She was a hefty girl of seventeen who lived with her father.

Adam parked the car in the yard and the two brothers walked up to her door. Her father answered the door.

"Hello, Mr. Jones," Donald said pleasantly. "Cindy at home?"

Dan Jones knew what the two brothers wanted with his daughter. He was a good, hard-working man who had protested when they had first started seeing his daughter. He had protested too loudly and Donald had broken his legs and put him in the hospital for almost six months. Dan Jones quit protesting.

"Yes," he said. "She's here."

He went back and sat down on the couch as the two brothers walked through the room into Cindy's bedroom. Cindy was with a friend, Leslie Carter. Leslie was a darker contrast to Cindy's blonde good looks. She was also a year younger than Cindy.

Both girls sat on the bed. Cindy was in her nightgown, a yellow piece of flimsy material that barely covered her maturing breasts.

Leslie was also in her nightgown, but it was longer and plain-looking. Both girls looked up in surprise as the boys entered the room.

"Hello, Cindy," Donald said. "We've come to see you."

"What do you want?" Cindy asked.

"You know what we want," Adam smiled. "Now is your friend going to stay and join us or would she feel better watching television, with your father?"

Leslie looked at Cindy with a puzzled expression.

Cindy batted her golden eyelashes and said sweetly, "These are my friends, Leslie. They have to talk to me. Why don't you run out and talk to Daddy for a little while?"

Leslie gave the two brothers a look that said she wasn't fooled, but she got up and left. Cindy walked her to the door and she shut and locked it after her. She turned around to face the two brothers. She reached up and unfastened the only button on the top of the nightgown and pulled it over her shoulders. She was naked except for yellow panties.

Adam walked up to her and took her by the shoulders. He bent his head and kissed her sweet lips. Cindy was a fiery girl. She couldn't help the heat that was already growing in her.

Adam bent his head again and tasted her rich, sweet tits. He ran his tongue around her nipple until it stiffened and then he moved to her other tit. He did the same to the other and then sucked her creamy flesh into his mouth.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh damn you."

He laughed as he continued to suck on her tits. Donald was undressing. He took off his clothes and carefully folded them over a chair. He rubbed his cock and it immediately became iron hard.

"Look at this, Cindy," he said. "Look at what you're going to get up your ass."

"You bastard," she moaned.

Adam picked her up in his strong arms and walked her to the bed. He dropped her on the bed and quickly unzipped his fly. His prick was only semi-hard but quickly Cindy was on her knees devouring his cock. She took his prick in to his balls and it quickly grew hard.

Donald's arms came around her and began to squeeze her nipples.

"You little cunt," Donald whispered. "You're hotter than a firecracker. You can't wait until you get a cock."

Adam pulled back. His prick was glistening from Cindy's saliva and his balls were aching with need.

"Get your panties off," he said.

Donald helped by reaching one huge hand underneath her panties and ripping them apart. Her blonde cunt hairs were visible to Adam's eyes and his prick gave a jump.

"Spread 'em," he commanded.

Cindy dropped back onto the bed and spread her legs wide. Immediately Adam climbed between them.

Donald's prick was at her open mouth and she sucked him in. He tasted manly and good. She gobbled his cock like candy until she was at his balls. He was getting too excited and she pushed him away.

Adam gave a plunge and his prick went into her hot cunt.

"Jesus!" she yelled. "Oh give it to me!"

She didn't want him to be gentle and he wasn't. He drove in and out of her cunt furiously and she moved to meet him. Her body was trembling with excitement. Hot fires ran up and down her body.

"Shit!" she yelled. "I'm coming already! On shit! Fill me up, baby! Fill me up!"

Adam would have waited longer but he couldn't. He gave a hard stroke and felt his prick expand and his juices began to pour out.

"Fill me!" Cindy urged. "Fill me!"

Donald was back at her mouth with his prick and again she sucked him in. She knew he didn't want to come that way but she allowed him to fuck her in the mouth for a moment. Then Adam was done and he drew away and Cindy released Donald's prick.

"Be gentle," she said as she turned over on her stomach and came partly to her knees.

The pleading words were useless. Donald was never gentle. He positioned himself over her and pushed his cock into her asshole. She screamed with pain but he was beyond listening to her. He pushed again and his cock went deeper and then deeper. Finally he was in all the way to his balls.

There were tears in Cindy's eyes and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. It was like that every time Donald went into her ass. He had a normal prick but he was just so rough that it felt larger than any other cock.

He was laughing and grunting as he fucked her ass, and she began to feel the tingles again.

"Oh shit," she groaned. "Oh fuck. Do me good, Donald! Do me good!"

She felt his prick enlarge and then the squirt of his cum into her ass. He always had a river of cum saved up for her.

"Oh Jesus," she groaned as he fell away from her. "Oh shit."

Cindy knew that they had done no more than get started. She would be fucked many more times before the night was done.

Dan Jones and Leslie Carter sat before the television pretending they could not hear the noises coming from the next room. Every groan and scream made Dan tremble with rage but he knew better than to try and stop them. One beating by Donald was enough.

"Do they come often?" Leslie asked suddenly.

He looked at her in surprise. "No," he said. "Not often."

"That's good. I know it hurts you."

"How do you know?" he asked. "You don't know anything about it."

"Oh I know what they're doing," Leslie said, shrugging. "Cindy's my friend but she doesn't fool me. I know she satisfies them."

"You shouldn't be here," Dan said. "Maybe you should go home."

Leslie took his hand. "I'll go home only if you want me too. But I can help you if I stay."

"Help me?" Dan questioned.

"Sure. I know how you feel with those two men in there fucking your daughter. It hurts when you know that it's rape and there's nothing you can do about it."

Again Dan looked at her in surprise. Leslie looked so innocent but there was nothing innocent about her mouth.

She smiled at him. "I can be nice to you. I can make things easier."

She slowly reached over and let her hand caress the bulge in his trousers.

"Don't you want me to be nice to you?" she asked.

"Yes," he whispered. "Yes."

She smiled again as she unzipped his trousers and reached inside. Her tiny hand found his prick and drew it out. The feel of her soft fingers wrapped around his meaty cock sent shivers through his balls.

"You shouldn't do this," he said, but he didn't want her to stop.

Slowly her silky fingers rolled up and down the loose flesh of his cock.

"God," he said. "That feels good."

"I'm going to make you feel better," she promised. "I'm going to make you feel really good."

Leaning forward she touched her mouth to his cock.

"Do you like that?" she teased as she drew back.

"Jesus," he groaned. "I love it."

"Good," she said.

She got out of her chair and fell between his legs on her knees. She unbuckled his belt and she slid his trousers and shorts down to his knees.

She began to brush her soft hair over his prick. It was like nothing he had ever experienced. Back and forth she rubbed it until his prick was a shaft of fiery urgency.

Then she once more took the head of his shaft between her innocent-looking lips. The feel of her soft lips around his cock was driving Dan wild with excitement. Her teeth gently nipped at the skin of his cock and this was an even more delicious experience.

Her tongue began to tease at his tiny hole.

"Jesus," he moaned.

He could hear his daughter's screams from the bedroom and he could hear the bed shaking as someone fucked her, but none of that mattered so much any more. Right now all that mattered was the child mouth that sucked his cock.

He could feel a tingle deep in his balls and it was like she was trying to draw his very soul out of his prick.

"I'm going to come," he groaned. "Stop or I'll shoot my wad into your mouth."

She didn't stop. Instead she began sucking at him with a renewed urgency and he could wait no longer. He leaned back in his chair with his eyes half-closed and he gave a final plunge deep into her mouth.

"I'm coming," he groaned. "Oh fucking shit, I'm coming!"

He poured his cum into her throat and she took as much of it as she could before she had to pull her mouth away. Still, she only took a swallow before her mouth was back on his prick again, sucking him dry.

"Oh Jesus," he groaned. "Jesus Christ!"

She drew back. There was a smile on her face as she wiped her mouth with a Kleenex and climbed to her feet. Dan pulled his trousers up and fastened them. He still had to listen to the groans coming from the bedroom but at least he didn't feel so tense any more.

"Thank you," he said to Leslie.

Leslie smiled a sweet smile.

Kathy Cross had the two brothers' supper ready when they got home. Since their mother had died Kathy had kept house for the two brothers. She was only twelve but she had been raised doing hard work and she didn't mind.

She loved her brothers. She loved to do things for them. She was jealous of the women they brought there sometimes, but she never said anything.

They were tired that evening. Adam gave her some instructions for her after-school work the next day and Kathy knew that meant they would be working.

They never told her what kind of work they did.

She waited until both brothers were in their rooms before she went to her bedroom. Quickly she raised the picture on her wall. She removed the little piece of wood that kept her eyepiece from being seen and peered through.

Donald was getting ready to take his shower. He had his shirt off and his trousers and he had only his shorts on. He looked like a bull with the mass of black hair on his broad shoulders and huge chest.

Kathy grew warm between her legs.

She knew her brothers would be shocked if they knew she watched them this way, but she couldn't help herself. There was something animal about her brothers that attracted her in a way that no other boy or man could. Donald walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Kathy held her breath. He returned a moment later. He pulled off his shorts and dropped them into the hamper.

Kathy sighed. Now his magnificent prick was revealed to her and she felt an itch between her legs. Quickly she pulled up her dress and took off her panties. Her fingers urgently found her clit and she began to massage herself.

Donald went into the bathroom again. He was gone only a few minutes as he washed the day's grime from his body.

His prick was half-hard as he came back into his bedroom. Kathy wished it would get really hard. Sometimes he would lie on his bed and massage his cock until he came. Those were the times that Kathy really enjoyed.

Tonight he simply slipped between clean sheets and cut off his light.

"Oh no," Kathy said.

She sat back on her bed. Her cunt was burning and it needed more than her fingers. It needed her brother's cock. Either one of them! Kathy sighed. It would do no good to think about it. Tonight she would simply have to make do with her fingers.


He called himself Boss and nobody knew his real name. The sex raffle was his idea. He had planned it out carefully, picked his people carefully, and it was now making him a great deal of money.

"I like her," the man said.

Boss clapped his hands and the girl came forward. She was a petite brunette and she had been well trained. She wore a white gown that came to her knees, and nothing else.

"Fine choice," Boss said. "She's a beautiful woman and she's trained to take care of your every desire."

"The King will like her," the man said. "She'll make a welcome addition to his harem. But tell me, friend, where do you find all these refreshing young women?"

Boss clapped his hands again and the girls left the room.

"Ahhhh," Boss said. "Now if I told you that then what would be your need of me?"

"True," the man said, and pursed his lips. He stood up. He was a dark-featured man dressed in the sharp military uniform of his country.

"Same price as last time?" the man asked.

"Of course."

"Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money."

"You pay good money for quality. Nothing fine is ever cheap."

"You're right again."

The man followed the girls out of the room. Boss knew a man was waiting in the hall to show the officer out the door. The next day the girl would show up at the officer's hotel room. The buyers knew the rules.

Boss smiled and folded his hands. Today had been a good day. The raffle had gone well. Four of the girls had been sold at very high prices. It was a fine business to be in, and almost no overhead except for food, clothing and paying his servants.

He frowned at the thought of the two Cross brothers. They were very good at their work. They were big, brawny, competent men who were exactly what he needed, but he could not help but feel a little uneasy around them.

He was afraid that they were capable of a deep violence that did not always show. They did what he said with the women. They took the most beautiful and broke their wills and their spirits until they were little more than a plaything for a man.

They picked women who had no families and few questions would be asked about them. Of course the police would wonder, but after a while even that would stop.

The only thing that would hurt Boss' raffle was having one of the women get too badly beaten or even killed. The police wouldn't stop with just a few questions. He had thought often about finding two men who were less likely to commit murder but he didn't see what he could do with the two brothers.

Boss stood up and walked to his bar. He poured himself a stiff shot of bourbon and drank it down. He realized that he was horny. Seeing the girls parade their wares in front of the buyers had given him a gigantic hard-on.

He walked out of the auction room into his small bedroom. Here everything was done in white. His bed was king-size. He was a big man and he liked a big bed.

He picked up his white phone.

"Yes, Boss," the voice at the other end answered immediately.

"I want the brunette before she leaves. Bring her to me immediately."

"Yes, Boss," the male voice said. "Immediately."

He undressed and lay back on the soft bed. He closed his eyes and mentally pictured the girls. Blondes, brunettes, redheads! It was a cocks-man's paradise. His prick grew rock hard as he thought about them.

He heard a timid knock on his door.

"Come in," he said.

The brunette he had sold last entered the door. She still wore the white gown that touched her knees. He could see the outline of her naked tits beneath the flimsy material.

"You sent for me, sir?"

He never asked the brothers where they had kidnapped any particular woman. He knew that they were housewives, students, teachers, working women, women from all walks of life. They all began the same way, with proud and angry looks and a stiff neck. But the brothers soon tamed them down and taught them manners.

"I sold you this afternoon," he told the girl. "Yes sir," she said, lowering her head.

"I want you to make me proud of you. Make your new master happy."

He saw just the hint of pride jump to her eyes. "If you don't," he said. "I'll give you back to the Cross brothers. They'll have to retrain you."

The pride was replaced by fear. A deep, sickening fear that was apparent in her eyes and the way her entire body began to tremble.

"I'll be good," she promised. "I couldn't stand going back there."

"You have bad memories of the purple room?" he asked.

"Yes sir," she said.

"What did they do to you that you should fear it so much."

"They beat me and starved me."

"What else?"

"They made me love them."

"They fucked you, you mean?"


"Just the two brothers fucked you?"

"No," she admitted.

"Who else?"

He could tell the memories were painful for her, but he wanted to make her remember. He wanted to put it into her mind that she could go back there if she didn't please her new master.

"Who else fucked you, woman?" he questioned again, this time in a command.

"Everybody," she said. "Anybody they brought there. They brought many men there and commanded me to fuck them."

"And when did you start to enjoy it?"

She lowered her eyes at his direct stare. She remembered, in a hazy sort of way, that only a few months before she had been a student at the junior college. She had been a virgin. She had always told her boyfriends that she was saving it for her husband. She had never realized that she was saving it for Donald Cross.

She remembered very little of her abduction. She remembered that she had been walking back from school when the car had pulled up beside her. At first, she had thought it was just college boys flirting, but before she realized what was happening, she had been dragged into the car.

What followed was a nightmare. She was taken to a house in the woods and left there. They chained her to the floor, after tearing all her clothes off her, and left her that way for two days. When Donald and Adam Cross returned, she was cold and thirsty and she had to go to the bathroom.

They allowed her to enter the bathroom but they did not give her anything to drink, or feed her.

She remembered Adam Cross' deep voice. "Anything you get around here, you're going to have to work for."

"Work?" she questioned him. "What do I have to do?"

"What you were built for," he said. "What a woman was put here for."

She realized what he meant with an inner shudder. "No," she protested. "I can't do anything like that."

"Then you'll starve," he said. "Because the only food you'll get will be on a working basis."

She couldn't believe he meant it, but he left her there for another day. When he returned she was nearly crazy with thirst. She had believed he was going to let her die. She had given into death. She wanted it to happen.

"Well?" he asked when he returned.

"No," she said. "I'll die first."

"Have it your way," he said disgustedly.

This time he left her a little water and food. The water wasn't enough to quench her thirst and the food not enough to appease her hunger. But it kept her alive, which was what he wanted.

She had no idea what time it was. She never knew if it was day or night. All she knew were the confines of her purple room. The company she had was when Donald or Adam brought food to her.

She found herself looking forward to their visits. Any company to keep her from going completely out of her mind.

One afternoon Donald seemed exceptionally angry. "You won't work for your food," he said. "So you're driving us broke. Well, I'm going to get satisfaction out of you."

She thought he was going to rape her and she prepared herself for it. But what followed may have been even worse than rape. First he explored her body. He fondled and kissed every part of her. He put his tongue into places where she thought it nasty. He rubbed and pinched her while he talked to her in a soft voice.

Then he began to pinch harder. It began to hurt and she tried to get away but he followed her.

"Oh Christ," she begged. "Please stop!"

But he didn't stop. He continued pinching until her body was a mass of blue welts. Finally he stopped pinching and he took off his belt. He wrapped it around his hand and left a little of the leather tip swinging freely. He brushed it across her body in what was almost a caressing manner. But then the caresses grew harder and the leather began to irritate her skin. There was something on his belt. Something that stung her!

A brutal pain shot up her elbow. She looked down and saw a red streak of blood. The leather was cutting her.

"Such a pretty thing," he said. "We can't scar your face. Don't want to damage the merchandise."

"Oh God," she said. "Please stop. Please don't hurt me any more."

His eyes were wicked as he began to swing the belt harder and harder until there were bloody red streaks all up and down her back and arms.

"It won't scar," he said proudly. "I'm good at this. In a few days nobody could tell what was done. But it hurts, doesn't it? It sure does hurt."

"Oh yes!" she said. "Oh God, it hurts!"

Finally he was done with her. He left her crying and bleeding on the floor. Again she didn't know how much time passed. It became a regular thing with him. Sometimes he would beat her. Sometimes he would pinch and bite her, and always he caused pain.

Sometimes Adam came and watched and laughed while Donald was hurting her.

Finally she could bear no more.

"Please," she said, the next time they came. "Don't hurt me any more. I'll do whatever you want. I'll work for my food. But please don't hurt me."

"Okay," Adam said gently. "It's time you earned your keep. Donald?"

She looked up at the brutal-looking Donald leering at her.

"I'm going to love you, little sweetheart," Donald said. "I asked for you special."

Adam left. Donald unchained her and led her to the couch. He pushed her down on the couch. She watched him undress. She had always thought she would face her deflowering knowing that she had saved it for a loving husband. There was nothing loving about Donald.

His body looked like an ape's as he tore off all his clothes. His prick was hard between his legs. She lowered her eyes to the large pole. It was the first she had ever seen except in magazines. It frightened her.

He took his hand and wrapped it around the massive cock.

"You like this, little sweetheart?" Donald said. "You like old Donald's cock?"

"It's so big," she whispered.

"Of course it's big," he said proudly. "That's what all the cunts like about me. My big cock."

His hand caressed her tits and then moved slowly down her belly to a place between her legs. He forced her legs wider apart as one rough finger entered her cunt. She winced with pain.

"Don't worry," Donald said. "This first one is just to get the obstruction out of the way. You're going to love it before old Donald is through with you."

He began to move his finger in and out of her cunt. She wanted to hide her face from shame but all she could do was stare into his leering eyes.

She could feel his massive erection brushing against her leg as he fondled her.

"Touch it," he demanded. "Feel my cock."

Gingerly she put a hand between them and touched his cock.

He took her hand and wrapped it around his hard-on. He then began to move her hand up and down his had cock.

"That's the way," he said. "Now you stroke it." His hand left hers and went back to fondling her cunt. She continued her stroking. She was in a cramped position, and her hand tired quickly, but she was afraid to take it away. She was afraid of the pain that Donald could inflict upon her.

After a while he forced another finger into her tight cunt. Again she moved with pain as he finger-fucked her. She was growing a little wetter down there and she was beginning to almost enjoy the friction of his fingers.

"Feeling good, baby?" Donald said. "Now let's get on with it and get that cherry out of your way."

She tensed as he moved between her legs. He pushed and she tensed even more. He slapped her hard in the face.

"Relax, bitch," he said. "Relax."

She tried to relax as his hard prick was forced into her cunt. But it hurt so badly. She was so tight and dry. Slowly he broke through her hymen and slipped deep into her cunt. He seemed to fill her up. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe.

"Move," he commanded.

Again she tried to follow his command, but each movement seemed to bring more pain. He didn't seem to notice. He was enjoying himself. He was groaning as his prick began to pound in and out of her cunt.

"So fucking tight," he said. "I wouldn't have believed it. God, you've got a good pussy."

His huge hands slid under her ass and lifted her up from the couch. She couldn't believe it. He was standing up with her still impaled on his prick. He began to walk around the room still fucking her. Finally he lowered her to the soft carpet. His mouth came down on hers. His fat tongue probed at her lips and she opened her mouth. His tongue was so big it was like another prick going between her lips. She almost gagged but he gave her no room to move her head. He drove his tongue in and out as hard and as fast as his prick.

His hands slipped up the back of her legs so that he pushed her ass higher. He stretched out on the floor and then came up, pushing her legs onto his shoulders. His hard prick never left her cunt, but now it seemed deeper. His mouth had left hers and now his tongue went down to nibble at her tits.

"Oh God," she said. "You're killing me!"

She didn't know how long it was supposed to last but it seemed to be forever. He kept driving his prick into her until she began to feel something new. Her body seemed to loose its numbness and a tingle started at her cunt. The tingle grew until it controlled her whole body.

"Jesus!" she yelled. "What are you doing to me?"

His only answer was that deep laugh as he continued driving his prick into her cunt.

Never had she tingled like this. Never had her entire body seemed like one mass of fire. She began to push up at him, as if to draw more of that cock into her cunt.

"I told you you'd like it," he said gleefully as he pounded away at her.

"Oh God, I do like it," she moaned. "It's making me tingle all over. Oh help me!"

She was there. She was climbing the mountain and looking down into the valley and someone was screaming and she realized that it was herself. She came back down off the mountain with her entire body a mass of sensitive flesh.

And still he fucked her.

Even now she couldn't begin to count the orgasms she'd had. One kept coming right after another until finally her cunt was in pain and every stroke was sheer torture.

And still he didn't stop.

She was knocked out. When she awakened he was gone. She reached down between her legs and found her cunt to be sore and sensitive. Her tits felt sore, also. She brushed her hand against one and the hand came away sticky. She realized what the stickiness was. She pulled her hand away and looked at it curiously. His seed! He had come on her tits. His cum! She went to sleep again.

That had been only the beginning. The days passed into months and Adam and Donald had both fucked her constantly. Sometimes they would go separately and sometimes together. They fucked her in every position and she began to crave them.

Then they started bringing others and she fucked them at command. She fucked any man they brought, and even a few boys, and once a woman.

She was completely their slave and she would be forever. She was afraid of them and she loved them. It was a strange relationship.

And now she was here with the others, ready to be raffled off like a piece of merchandise.

"You haven't answered my question," Boss said. "When did you first learn to enjoy it?"

"Almost at the beginning," she said.

"I thought so. You look like the type."

Boss leaned back and cradled his head with his hands.

"Okay," he said. "Take it off. Show me what you've got."

Her gown had only a lacy bow at the top. She undid the gown and gracefully shrugged it off her shoulders.

Boss smiled in admiration. Her body was good. Her tits were firm and proud and nicely tanned. Her pubic bush was cropped in the shape of a heart. There was a very thin scar under her left tit that he knew had been put there with Donald's belt!

He would have to talk to Donald about being more careful. Scarred merchandise was not salable.

"Turn around," he demanded.

She did a turn showing him all of her rounded body.

"You are nice," he admitted. "You'll make a good woman for the harem. Come here."

She approached him. He made her halt at the edge of the bed while he admired her firm body.

"Damn nice," he said again. "Later on I want you to show me some tricks, but now I just want you to follow my instructions. Do you under stand?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good. Then take my cock in your hand."

Her face grew softer as she reached for him. She wrapped her long fingers around his meaty cock and began to stroke him. She rubbed the loose skin back and forth and there was a dreamy expression on her face.

"A woman fuck machine," Boss said. "When they take all the pride and starch out of you that's all you have left. An ability to fuck."

She didn't argue with him as she stroked his cock.

"Take my cock in your mouth," he said.

She climbed onto the bed with him and positioned herself between his legs. She never missed a stroke. She bent her head and took his cock into her mouth. He had a faint taste she couldn't identify but she didn't mind it. She knew only that she was hot between her legs and it was a randy state that she was always in when she sucked cocks. Donald had made her that way.

She took more of his meaty cock between her lips.

"That's good, baby," he moaned. "That's fine." She was somehow pleased that he liked the way she was sucking his cock. She released his cock and ran her tongue down the underside of his stiff flesh. She sucked one of his heavy balls into her mouth. She rolled it in her mouth for a moment and then moved to his other ball. She tongued this ball for a moment and then ran her tongue down to the crack of his ass.

He didn't protest so she went lower. Her tongue was now at the rim of his ass and she began to stick her tongue in. For a moment she rimmed him and then she moved back to his cock once more.

This time she grasped his cock with her hand and began to tease the hole with her tongue. She opened it with her tongue and went inside and he gave a groan of pleasure. She tongued him there for a moment and then she once more sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.

She began to nibble gently at the head of his cock. She would go down on him a little and then scrape her teeth against his sensitive flesh as she drew her head away.

"Jesus," he groaned. "You're killing me, baby." She smiled to herself. He had used a good choice of words because that's what she did to men with her mouth. She killed them. She drew their insides out through their pricks and they were not any good for any other woman. At least that's what she told herself and it helped her to give a fine blow job.

Now she sucked his prick into her mouth all the way to his balls and she began to suck on him furiously. He could not hold back.

"Jesus," he said. "I'm coming. Oh shit, I'm coming. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"

And he came, filling her mouth with his hot cum, and she sucked at him greedily. She took every drop into her mouth and swallowed it down and she kept sucking him until he had to push her away.

Kathy Cross had left school five minutes early that day. She had told her teacher that she didn't feel well but the truth was that her cunt was burning hot. She didn't know what she was going to do with herself. She wanted her brother's cock in her hot pussy but she knew her brother would never agree to that.

She walked home slowly. What could she do? She had thought about other boys but most boys her own age were too busy hating girls. Sex had not even crossed their minds. She was afraid of just approaching a man, and besides, what she really wanted was her brother.

But she needed something to cure her heat. Jimmy Bailey was cutting the grass when she got home. Jimmy was a year ahead of her in school. Donald paid him to cut the grass during the summer months.

Today he had his shirt off and his tanned body was glistening with sweat. He had the same bull build that her brother Donald had because Jimmy worked out with weights all the time.

Of course he had none of the animal magnetism that Donald had. Still, looking at his chest made little tingles start in her cunt.

She wondered what his cock would look like.

Would it be as meaty-looking as Donald's? Would it have the same curve to it? Would it be as long, as magnificent? Would it be just a little boy's prick or could it help the itch between her thighs?

How would she get him to fuck her? She told herself that she was only playing mental games, but she made a plan in her mind. Her brothers would not return until after dark. They never did on a Monday night because of their work. She never made supper for them on Mondays.

So she would have plenty of time.

Somehow she would have to lure Jimmy into the house.


It was hot and that gave her an idea. He was hot and sweaty and a cold drink would go fine. Quickly she went into the house and into her bedroom.

She studied her clothes for a long while before she decided what to change into. She had no tits. Only tiny buds that would soon blossom, but that didn't help her now. She knew the best part of her was her nicely curved ass. Her brothers were always patting her there and telling her how much the boys would love it someday.

She changed into a brief halter top with a little padding and a pair of the tightest white shorts she had. She wore no panties. In front her cuntal mound was easily visible.

Maybe he'd go for it. Maybe he wouldn't. She could only try and see.

She went back into the kitchen and made a cool pitcher of tea. She cut some lemons and put them on a plate and walked to the back door.

"Jimmy," she called. "It's awfully hot out there. Wouldn't you like something cool to drink?"

Jimmy was certainly agreeable to that. He cut off his lawnmower and hurried to the house. It had been a long day for him. Eirst school and then three yards to cut. He was making good money but he had no time for any fun.

He was surprised when he stepped through the kitchen door. He had seen Kathy around before. She had always struck him as just a little girl.

But there was nothing little-girlish about her outfit. He could practically count her pussy hairs through her tight shorts. He swallowed and tried to take his mind off that. He wouldn't want to be caught messing around with the sister of the Cross brothers. They were mean boys to mess with.

A fellow could get a lot of broken bones from looking at their sister the way Jimmy was looking at her.

But he couldn't help it. Her tight shorts and curving ass made his heart start pounding.

Jimmy had never fucked a girl. Oh, he had come close to it a couple of times. There was the young girl who lived next door to him, for instance. She was about his age but she already had a nice body. She was always inviting Jimmy over. The problem was that she was a tease.

She liked to kiss and fondle but no more than that. She threatened to scream every time Jimmy offered to take his prick out!

And there was his baby-sitter, Jane. Jane was a young woman of nineteen and she was beautiful. She had a mature body and a good personality.

Jimmy never protested about having her for a baby-sitter, even at his age, because she always brought a dirty book and read to him. While she read, she would allow him to touch her breasts through the blouse she wore, or she would consent to jerk him off, but she wouldn't allow him to go any farther than that. She told him that a girl would come along soon enough to take his cherry. She didn't want to be the first.

But that didn't help Jimmy's horny state.

"Do you like iced tea?" Kathy's voice brought him out of his daydream. "I can put lots of lemon in it."

"Please," he said.

He didn't care about the tea. He didn't care about anything except those tight shorts so close to him that he could almost take a bite out of her ass. He wished that he dared to take a bite. He wondered how Kathy would taste.

Kathy put his iced tea before him and he took a deep drink of it. Anything to cool him down. The tea didn't help a bit. His prick was jumping beneath his tight blue jeans.

"It sure is hot," Kathy said. "On days like this I like to lay out in the yard."

"You do?" Jimmy questioned.

"Oh yes. Sometimes I can lie out in the sun for hours. Can't you?"

"I burn," Jimmy said. "I get hot too easily."

"I just bet you do," Kathy laughed.

Jimmy took another sip of tea. Kathy sat down and crossed her legs. She had good legs for such a young girl. They were already getting a womanly shape.

"Jimmy?" Kathy asked. "Do you know much about girls?"

Jimmy almost choked on his tea. "I know a little," he said. "I've got girlfriends."

"What do you do with them?" Kathy asked. Jimmy didn't like the way the conversation was going. He didn't want to talk about his girls with Kathy, but yet there was something to the way she asked the question that excited him.

He wanted to leave but his legs wouldn't move.

"You shouldn't ask things like that," Jimmy croaked.

"Why? Do you do dirty things with them?"

"Of course not. It's just that little girls shouldn't ask questions like that."

"I'm not a little girl. I'm twelve and I know more than you think I do. After all, my brothers bring girls home all the time."

"They do?" Jimmy asked. "How do you know that?"

Jimmy was growing more excited by the minute. He had a mental picture of her brothers bringing girls to the house. Good-looking girls! Grown-up girls! Girls like Jane.

"I look at them. Sometimes they do things on the couch or on the floor and I watch them. They don't care. They think it's funny."

"What do they do?" Jimmy asked. The bulge between his legs was growing worse and he shifted his weight to relieve some of the pressure.

"You know," Kathy said coyly.

"No," he said. "What do your brothers do with the girls?"

"Lots of things. But I like it the best when they take all their clothes off and they stick their things into the girls. She groans and screams so it must feel good."

"Would you like to feel one?" Jimmy asked.

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He expected to be killed. He expected she would start screaming and tell her brothers and they would kill him. Instead she licked her lips and looked at him in a curious way.

"Why?" she asked. "Do you want me to feel yours?"


Kathy walked over to the kitchen door and closed it. She looked back at Jimmy. "Let's go into my bedroom. It's cooler in there."

Jimmy followed her through the house with his heart hammering in his throat. He was afraid of what might happen, and he was afraid it wouldn't happen, and he was afraid that her brothers would catch him while it was happening. But he couldn't stop now. His prick was urging him on.

He entered her bedroom and she closed and locked the door. Kathy turned to him and put her hands on her hips. There was a slight smile on her face.

"Well," she said. "Let's see it."

Clumsily Jimmy opened his fly and let his prick spring free. It was half-hard and trembling. He saw Kathy eyeing it and then she put out her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.

"So long," Kathy breathed.

She began to stroke his cock and he grew immediately hard. Kathy stepped back.

"It's not as big as my brothers but it's nice," she admitted. "Come on now. If you're going to fuck me let's get undressed."

They both undressed quickly. Kathy didn't have much of a body except for her delicious-looking ass, but Jimmy was only concerned about the sparse patch of pubic hair between her legs. Little-girl hair that would soon become woman hair that guarded the wonderful paradise between her legs.

Jimmy wasn't sure what to do next but Kathy knew everything.

She walked to her bed, lay back and spread her legs wide so that he was looking into her pink cunt.

"Come on," she said. "Hurry. I'm on fire!"

He bent between her legs. Her hand groped between them and found his prick. Her hand guided his cock to her virgin cunt.

"There," she said. "Push."

He pushed. His prick wouldn't move.

"Push harder, dammit!" Kathy commanded.

He tightened and pushed his hard prick against her pussy. His cock-head seemed to break through something and then he was pushing inside her cunt.

He was going deeper and deeper.

"More," she demanded. "More! It doesn't hurt!"

He pushed harder until he was all the way inside her virgin cunt. It was a wonderful experience. His prick was enveloped by a warmness he had never known before.

"Oh Jesus," he moaned. "That feels good."

"Yes," Kathy agreed. "Yes!"

Kathy was finally experiencing a cock in her cunt and she loved it. She had closed her eyes and imagined that it was Donald's monster cock that was pushing into her cunt. It was Donald's cock that was tearing at her virgin walls and making the delicious tingles run up and down her body.

"Oh fuck me harder!" she begged, and her ass hurried the rhythm.

Jimmy allowed her to set the pace, and he loved it. He felt the ache deep in his balls and knew he did not have long left. Her cunt was just too tight for him to control himself. He closed his eyes and thought of Jane and how her wiser, experienced cunt would feel wrapped around his cock.

"Oh God," Kathy groaned. "You're giving it to me too good! Too good! Oh shit! Fuck me, Jimmy! Fuck me good! I can feel you growing! Oh I'm going to come! Oh mother fucking shit, I'm going to come!"

Jimmy was right behind her as his cum exploded into the warmth of her hot cunt. He had been saving his cum for a long while for a woman. Now he poured it into this little girl's slit until he flooded her.

"Jesus," Kathy murmured as he drew away. "You came more than my brothers."

Jimmy felt proud at the compliment. He may not have had as big a prick as her brother's but he had more cum. He smiled.

"Turn over, Kathy," he said. "And get up on your knees. I want to fuck you in the ass."

"Oh no," Kathy said firmly. "You'll never get me there. That would hurt too bad."

But her ass was her most beautiful part and Jimmy's prick was already begging for more. Kathy opened her eyes wide at his already hard prick brushing against her thigh.

"My God! You get hard quick!"

"Turn over," he pleaded.

"Okay." She looked dubious. "But if I say stop, you have to stop!"

Kathy turned over and got into a sort of fetal position. Her legs were drawn up underneath her and her ass was easily gotten at.

She felt his hard prick brush at her asshole. He positioned himself over her and his prick brushed again at her anus. He took his cock in hand and guided it to her lovely hole.

He pressed downward.

"Jesus," Kathy moaned at the sudden pain. "You can't! It's going to hurt too bad!"

She tried to roll out from under him but he suddenly lunged forward and implanted his cock halfway in her ass. Kathy almost blacked out with the pain. She tried to unfold herself but he was once more pressing his cock into her ass.

"No!" she pleaded. "Stop! It hurts!"

But Jimmy was beyond hearing her. His prick was going deeper and deeper into her ass. Finally he was in her up to his balls. He rested like that for a moment.

Kathy had never known such pain. She waited for more to come but it didn't. He was in her and he was still. For a few moments they remained like that and then Kathy began to experience the tingles again.

She hadn't realized she could have a climax from being fucked in the ass, but that was what was happening.

"Okay," she said. "Fuck me. But be gentle."

He was gentle. He began to coax his cock in and out of her ass with a gentle rhythm and it felt good. After a while, Kathy began to move her ass up to meet his thrusting cock.

"God," she said. "I'm feeling it again. Oh shit, I'm going to come! I'm going to come! I can feel you squirting into my ass! Oh fucking Jesus! Oh fuck!"

This time they fell together as their climaxes overwhelmed them.

"Jesus," Kathy said as he fell away. "I never knew anything could feel that good."

"Neither did I," Jimmy said. "Neither did I."

Jimmy was up and cutting the grass before the two brothers got home.


Debbie Jules was both frightened and hungry. She had been left alone for two days. At first she had believed that the two boys would hurry back, rape her, and then let her go. Or at least she hoped so.

But hour after long hour went by and she began to be afraid that they were going to leave her there forever. She tried to free herself but she only succeeded in rubbing her hands raw on the metal chain.

Finally they came back. She heard the car drive up into the yard and a moment later the door slammed. She was on her knees against the wall and the bright light hurt her eyes. She turned away from the door.

When she turned back, Adam was standing there.

"And how are you today?" Adam asked.

"Please," she said. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He answered her question with another question.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted. "And thirsty."

"I've brought you food but you're going to have to work for it."

"Work for it?" she questioned. "What kind of work?"

Smiling, he unzipped his fly and let his cock out. It hung limply from his trousers.

"This is the kind of work you have to do."

She crawled to him and put her mouth to his cock. He pushed her away.

"Not this time," he said. "This time I want your cunt."

"Can't I just do you with my mouth?" she asked.

"You'll do it my way or you get nothing," he said.

She stared at him for a long moment and then she nodded her head. After all, what was the use of fighting? Eventually he was going to get what he wanted and she might as well give in.

Adam didn't like her giving in so quickly. He wanted them to fight him a little. He enjoyed turning Donald loose on them and how they finally started to beg for the cock instead of the punishment. Still, she was a good-looking piece and she would make a good fuck.

"Get on the couch," he said.

She walked toward the couch and he undid her chain. That was all she was waiting for. If he had kept her chained, she would've fucked him, but he allowed her to go free. And Debbie knew how to use her fists. She had been fighting men off for years.

She turned suddenly and caught him by surprise. She kneed him expertly in the crotch and he dropped to the floor in pain. She was out the door in a flash. There was nobody to stop her. She had half expected to run into Donald, but Adam had evidently come alone.

She looked into the car but he had his car keys with him.

She'd have to run for it.

She heard him coming after her and she ran for the woods. She had no idea where she was but she knew she had to get away. If she could find a highway somewhere, she would be able to flag a car down. She had no doubt that some man would stop for her because of the way she looked.

She ran as hard as she could. She could hear cars on pavement up ahead. She had to stop and catch her breath but she wasn't afraid. She knew he would never catch her now. She had gotten away. She would catch a ride into town and explain things to the law. They would know how to deal with the two brothers.

"You hurt my brother," a deep voice said.

She spun around and tried to run again but a heavy hand caught her by the shoulder and flung her to the ground. Donald stood over her. There was an ugly grin on his face.

"You bitch," he said. "You kicked my brother in the balls. You didn't have to do that."

"You were waiting for me," she accused. "You knew I was going to run away."

"We thought you might. Some of them do when we undo the chain. Funny, though, they always seem to run the same way. All I have to do is wait and they get here."

"But how did you know I kicked your brother?"

He pulled a walkie-talkie from his pocket. "I got her, Adam. What do you want done with her?"

"Do what you fucking well want," Adam Cross said shortly. "She hurt the hell out of my balls."

Donald smiled again. "You shouldn't have done that, girlie. He's very proud of his balls."

"Don't hurt me," Debbie pleaded. "I'll do what you want but please don't hurt me."

Donald wasn't listening. He searched the ground until he found a broken branch. It was sturdy. He slapped it against his hand and it made a loud pop.

"Okay, girlie," he said. "Now for lesson number one. You never run away. Never."

She tried to escape from him but he caught her by the arm. He began to beat her severely on her side and on her thighs. The branch did not strike hard enough to leave cuts but it bruised her tender skin.

She screamed at him and cursed at him but he still beat her. He beat her until she fought him no longer. She lay limp on the ground as he hit her. Finally he stopped and threw the branch away with a snort of disgust.

"Now for the good stuff," he said.

"Oh God," she said. "Just let me die. Don't hurt me any more. Just let me die."

"You aren't going to die, bitch," he said. "You're going to live. You're merchandise."

Strong arms lifted her to her feet. He pushed her against a pine. She was not entirely conscious as she felt him groping between her legs.

"Nothing hurting there," he said. "And that's really all that matters."

She realized what he was doing. He had unzipped his fly and his hard prick was pushing against her cunt.

"No!" she pleaded. "Not like this! Please!"

"Open your Goddamn legs," he said roughly, "or I'll get my stick again."

Another session with the stick would kill her. Both of them knew that. She rested her back against the pine and spread her legs. He gave a shove and his prick was buried in her cunt.

"Jump, baby!" he demanded. "Scratch your ass with the pine!"

She realized what he wanted and she began to jump up and down on his hard prick. He grunted with pleasure. Her back was already hurting from the force of his blows and the pine was making it worse. She wanted to get it over with quickly so she quickened her pace.

"God, yes," he moaned. "That's the way. Do it, baby! Fuck my cock!"

She could feel his prick grow as she jumped. She closed her eyes and tried to think that she was somewhere else. Nothing did any good. She was sore and humiliated. And she was about to receive his cum.

"Here I come, baby," he groaned. "Fuck my cock! Catch my fucking cum!"

He gave a gasp and his prick went deep into her cunt as he exploded. She could feel his wet stickiness splashing against her cunt walls and then running down her legs. He kept coming. He was filling her with his cum.

He drew back.

"Get on your knees, bitch," he said. "Lick me clean."

She dropped to her knees and used her tongue to lick his prick clean. She tasted his salty jism as she sucked every drop into her mouth.

"That's good," he said, drawing back.

He stood back and gave her a look of contempt.

"Now I'm going to leave you here. You could walk out onto the highway and hitch a ride. You could get away that way. But I wouldn't advise it. What I would advise is for you to get your ass back to the house. Try to make things up to Adam and maybe he'll forgive you. Maybe he won't. But I'll find you if you run away. I'll find you and I'll make you feel like the lowest whore in creation. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," she said numbly.


He walked away. There was never any doubt of what she was going to do. She looked longingly at the highway and then she turned and walked back in the direction she had come.

She knew that there would be no getting away from them until they wanted her to get away.

Adam was sitting on the couch. He was rubbing his injured cock and frowning.

"Well," he said, looking up. "I see you've come back."

"Yes sir," she said. "I'm sorry for kicking you."

"You won't let it happen again," he said.

"No sir."

"Chain yourself and give me the key."

She went over and put her arm through the chain. She turned the key and handed it to Adam. He slapped her hard across the face. She waited. He slapped her again. She didn't try to run away. She knew it would do no good.

He punched her in the stomach and all her breath went out with a whoosh. She dropped to her knees in pain.

He kicked her in the side and she fell flat on the carpet.

"Next time you try to kick me," he said harshly, "it's going to be worse."

He kicked her once more and left her there.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer said. "We have two women on sale today. Both are some of our finest merchandise."

Boss leaned back in his chair and watched the eyes of the buyers. The buyers were men and women from all over the world and it did little good to look at the faces. But the eyes gave them away. There would be a flicker of interest at times, and he would know how to start the bidding.

Boss would raise one eyebrow at the announcer and the announcer would know what he wanted.

The first girl came on. She was a little more slender than most of the buyers liked. She was a redhead and she had good bone structure. She would make a fine model for she had the classic looks.

But there was little interest among the buyers. There were plenty of the classic model types around. They wanted someone different to take back to their owners and bosses.

Boss nodded at the announcer.

"This one will go for just five hundred dollars," the announcer said. "Five hundred will start the bidding."

One elderly gentleman raised his hand.

"Five hundred it is. Five hundred to the gentleman in gray! Five hundred for this petite body with such fine proud looks and such a classical face. And her ass! Ahh, gentlemen, if you had her on your bed with your hard cock going in... surely that experience is worth more than five hundred. So do we have six hundred?"

The bidding went on like that for a while until the girl was worth a thousand. The elderly gentleman raised his head at a thousand-five and Boss nodded his head to close the bidding. The elderly gentleman took the redhead home.

The second girl was very young looking but her body was mature. The bidding started at two thousand and it went up quickly. A man who owned a whorehouse chain purchased her for seven thousand. Boss knew the man would work seven thousand out of her ass.

Boss closed the bidding. Some of the buyers grumbled. They wanted more, but Boss had no more merchandise in stock. Another raffle was set for four months later. By that time Boss would have a complete new line of girls.

The men left. Boss walked to the rear where the two girls were getting ready. Both of them would be called for in the morning. They would have a good night's sleep and be refreshed for the morning. But first Boss had other ideas.

He dismissed the guard at the door and stepped into the girls' room. There were two dozen beds against the wall, but only two were occupied. Both girls looked up at him sleepily as he entered.

"Stand up," he commanded.

They stood quickly. They were dressed in shortie blue nightgowns so that they resembled each other somewhat. The nightgowns barely touched the white flesh of their thighs. Underneath the gowns they wore blue panties.

"Are you ready to leave in the morning?" he asked.

"Yes sir," the classic model type said. "We have our bags packed and ready."

"Do you know who bought you?"

"No," they both said at once.

Boss smiled. He was enjoying himself. "You," he said, pointing to the tall, classic-looking girl, "have been purchased by an elderly gentleman. I suppose that he'll be easy on you and not beat you much."

"And me, sir?" the innocent-looking girl said. "Who bought me?"

"A whore master," Boss said. "A man with a stern hand. You're young. You should bring him two or three good years before he puts you out on the street. It'll be good for a while."

She trembled and a tear came to her eye. "I'm to be a whore?" she said. "Yes. And you'll be a good one. A whore trained by the Cross brothers is an extraordinary whore."

She could not control her tears. They poured from her eyes as she fell against her bed.

Boss felt a deep rage build up in him. His girls were not supposed to cry. They were supposed to do what they were told and when they were told.

He took off his belt. The classic-looking woman saw him and she stepped back.

"Bitch," he said. "Quit your crying or I'll have to whip you. You know better."

"I can't be a whore," she said. "Please don't make me do something like that."

Boss slapped her with the palm of his hand. He left a red mark across her cheek. She tried to block her face with her hands but he slapped her again and again.

He turned her over and brought the belt whistling hard against her backside. She screamed in pain. He hit her again and it brought another scream.

"Stop!" the girl begged. "I'll do what you want! I'll do it! But don't hit me again!"

He drew back. He didn't really want to whip her for he didn't want to mark her.

"You'll do anything?" he said.

"Yes," she said. "Oh yes."

"Good," he said, looking up at the classic girl. "Then I'm in the mood for a show."

The older woman knew what he meant immediately. She seemed to frown at the younger girl and then she pulled her nightgown off. She had good tits. He had not really known how firm they were until she was naked. Maybe he should have made her undress on the auction table. She might have brought a better price. He shook his head at the thought. No. Naked women only caused trouble when there were that many men.

Boss sat down on the edge of one of the beds and crossed his legs. The older woman approached the younger. She bent down and kissed her ear.

The younger girl looked puzzled. Then it began to dawn on her what Boss wanted. She looked like she was getting sick, but she controlled herself. With great courage she stood up and pulled her own nightgown off. Her pale-white tits were much better than the older woman's. She arched her back like she was proud of them but Boss knew it was only a reflex action of fear.

The older woman bent her head and captured one of the young girl's nipples in her mouth. She sucked on it a moment before she let it go. The young girl's nipples had grown hard immediately.

The older woman looked at Boss. "Do you want us on the bed?"

"Of course," Boss said.

The older woman pushed the younger so that she fell back on the bed. The older woman worked like she had experience. She fell across the younger woman's body and began to kiss her full on the mouth.

Boss wondered what her sharp tongue would feel like slipping into his own mouth and he became aware of a bulge growing between his legs.

The younger woman had once been called Betsy. It seemed so long ago. She had been a teacher in a grammar school. Donald and Adam Cross had kidnapped her from the school one day when she was working late. She didn't mind the sex. She hated the beatings and she was more than willing to have sex.

But this was different. She hadn't been forced to make love to a woman while she had been at the Cross'! Now, with Boss looking on, this woman was giving her new experiences and she wasn't sure that she liked them.

The older woman ran her tongue down Betsy's cheek and touched at the hollow of her throat. The tongue went farther down. A low moan escaped Betsy's throat as the mouth closed around one of her nipples. The older woman's experienced tongue began to caress her as the lips sucked.

"Oh God," Betsy said softly.

"Beginning to feel good?" Boss asked.

"Oh yes," Betsy said. "Oh yes!"

The older woman moved to Betsy's other tit. She sucked a lot of the creamy flesh into her throat and Betsy closed her eyes. It no longer mattered that it was a woman. Delicious sensations were traveling up her spine.

"Suck me," Betsy urged. "Oh yes, suck me good!"

The older woman remained like that for a moment and then her tongue began to move again. Betsy's stomach muscles quivered as the tongue slid down. Down to her panties.

The older woman began to kiss her through her panties. She could do things to Betsy that had never been done before. The tongue slipped under the corner of Betsy's panties and began to caress her pussy.

"God!" Betsy said. "That feels so good!" The woman drew back.

"Take off your panties."

Betsy quickly lifted her hips as the woman's hands tugged her panties down. She heard the quick intake of breath from Boss as he stared at her pussy. She looked at him.

He had unzipped his fly and his prick was hard and straight. She smiled at him. It wouldn't be long before he was over there pounding away.

And then the woman bent to suck Betsy's cunt.

A thrill shot through Betsy. And then another! The woman found Betsy's clit with her tongue and began to massage it. It was wonderful. Betsy pushed her pussy up closer to the woman's probing tongue.

"Jesus," Betsy said as the thrills shot through her whole body.

She could feel her climax boiling only inches away. The woman released Betsy's clit and began to mouth-fuck her. The woman's tongue was going in and out like a hard cock. Betsy quickened the pace.

"God!" she cried. "I'm coming! I can't help it! I'm coming!"

She felt the heat almost consume her before she released her juices into the woman's waiting mouth. The woman kept her mouth there until Betsy was done.

Betsy lay there without opening her eyes.

She was aware that the woman was getting up.

"Well?" the woman asked Boss.

"Very good show. Very good."

Boss stood up. He had enjoyed it but his prick was aching with need. He wanted the young girl. He wanted to sink his prick where the woman's mouth had just been.

He approached her and fell down between her legs. Quickly he unbuckled his belt so that his balls could have freedom. He didn't like to have them confined while he fucked.

Betsy still had her eyes closed, but she opened them quickly enough as his meaty prick probed between her legs. She opened her legs a little wider. He entered her easily for she had already been well lubricated from her own juices.

He was in no hurry. He began to rock back and forth on her luscious body, liking the feel of her soft tits mashed against his chest, and the way her long legs climbed up his back and crossed.

He was in deep. He closed his eyes and listened to the rhythmic slap of his balls against her and the soft moans that were coming from her throat.

"So good, Boss," she moaned. "That feels so good. I like a big prick."

He felt another weight and realized that the older woman was on his back. Her tongue flicked at his shoulder and then traveled downward to his ass. Her hands parted his ass cheeks and her tongue went into his crack.

"Jesus!" Boss groaned.

Her tongue rimmed him a moment and then she went between them so that she could lick at his balls while he fucked.

The woman knew what she was doing. Chills went through Boss with a delicious frequency and he could feel the buildup of tension in his balls.

"Oh shit," he moaned. "Oh shit, that feels good!"

He began to quicken his pace as the heat grew in his balls.

He knew he was going to come. He wanted to hold off but the combination of the woman's tongue and the sweet young body under him was too much.

"Jesus!" he said. "I'm going to come! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Here it is!"

He jerked as his prick began to pour cum into Betsy's cunt. The woman's tongue never left his balls. In fact she seemed to draw closer as if to catch any drops of jism that might escape.

Jimmy Bailey was a new man. At school, his grades had improved tremendously. He seemed to walk with a new assurance and there was a cocky gleam in his eye. His teachers noticed it and wondered what the cause was. Girls noticed it and wondered how they could get a little closer to him.

Only Kathy Cross knew what the reason was and she wasn't telling.

Jimmy had hurried home from school that day. He was going back over to Kathy's house again, telling himself that he would make the excuse of trimming the yard.

Maybe he'd get some more pussy. Just the thought of that made his pulse quicken.

But it wasn't to be. For when he arrived home to change clothes his mother informed him that he wasn't to leave the house that day. His parents were going to a funeral and if they weren't back by dark then Jane would come over.

He was mad. He didn't mind Jane coming over but he was in no mood to be read to. What he wanted was pussy. Jerking off wouldn't suit his purpose.

The girl next door was out in the yard when Jimmy walked out to his shed. She was much prettier than Kathy Cross. She was dressed in her school clothes, a short blue dress that revealed some of her well-tanned thighs and a top that formed well over her new budding breasts. She was hanging up some paper lanterns for a party that her parents were giving.

"Hello, Jimmy!" she shouted.

"Hello, Sue," he said glumly. He was in no mood for Susan Thomas. He wanted none of her teasing to make things worse than they already were.

He didn't say anything else and continued to his shed. The shed was really his workroom. He had built it himself, with just a little help from his father. He kept his gardening equipment in it, along with a few of his father's tools, and some of his mother's odd furniture. A table, an old bed with a dingy mattress, and an old TV were stacked in the corner.

It was also where Jimmy kept his pictures. He checked outside to make sure nobody was in the yard and then he pulled the metal box out from under the bed.

A boy had been selling the pictures in school and Jimmy had never seen anything like them. He had looked at them so often they were going old and frayed.

"Jimmy?" The voice belonged to Susan.

How had he missed seeing her coming when he had looked? Quickly he put the pictures back into the metal box and shut the lid, but he had no time to get it tucked back into place before Sue opened the door.

"What do you want?" he asked angrily.

"Well you don't have to be so huffy," Sue said.

"I just wanted to talk. You act like you've been avoiding me lately."

"Why should I avoid you?" Jimmy asked.

"I don't know. You act like you're mad or something. What do you have in the box?"

Jimmy looked down at the metal box still clutched in his hands.

"Nothing you'd be interested in."

"How do you know? Unless you let me see."

Usually Jimmy wouldn't have dared show the pictures to anyone he knew, but today he was angry and horny. He wanted to go to Kathy's house and he couldn't. He decided he would take it out on Sue. Sue wouldn't dare tell, and one look at the pictures would send her storming out of there.

"Well," Jimmy said dubiously. "Maybe you would be interested. I'll show you one."

"One what?" Sue asked.

"Just wait. You'll see."

He opened his box and took out the top picture. He had the back of the picture to Sue.

"Come over here and sit down. I'll show you."

Sue looked a little hesitant about sitting down next to Jimmy. Sue really wasn't a tease, although she knew the boys thought so. The truth was that she got hot too quickly. She couldn't allow a boy the liberties that some of the other girls allowed because she was afraid she couldn't stop.

She didn't like to sit so closely to Jimmy because he was all the time putting his hands on her. And his hands were clumsy, but they were hot as hell and her skin usually burned where he touched her.

But she was curious. It looked like a picture and she wondered what it could be a picture of. It crossed her mind that it might be something dirty, but she found herself only more interested.

Finally she sat down by Jimmy and he showed her the picture. Her breath seemed to stop. A dark-haired woman was lying on a couch. She had a filmy thing over her huge breasts but her waist was uncovered right down to the heavy black bush between her legs.

"Jimmy?" Sue questioned. "Where?"

But Jimmy was already showing her another one. A man this time! He was completely naked and his prick was hard. He held it in his hands and pointed it like he was trying to shoot someone with it.

Sue felt a quickening of her heart. She knew she should run out but she couldn't. She wanted to see the next picture and the next.

Jimmy turned over another woman. A woman with a dog! Sue couldn't believe her eyes. The woman was on her knees sucking the dog's prick. Sue closed her eyes. She couldn't believe it.

"Open your eyes, Sue," Jimmy said softly. "The pictures get better."

Sue opened her eyes. She should run away. The thought kept repeating itself in her mind. Her legs were too weak to run away. Her breathing was coming too heavy. Her clothes felt tight and restrictive.

"Here's a good one," Jimmy said.

Two women and a man! One woman was sitting on the man's head, his tongue barely visible as it slipped up into the woman's cunt. The other woman was sitting on the man's hard prick. She had raised her hips a little so that his hard prick could be seen with its head inside the woman's cunt.

Jimmy's hand found Sue's knee and ran up to touch the heat of her thighs.

"Jimmy!" Sue protested.

"Ahh come on, Sue," Jimmy urged. "Nobody can see us out here. You know you like it."

She did like it. Too much! His hand went further up her thigh until he was rubbing her panties. Sue sat in shocked disbelief. No boy had ever touched her there. Now it was too late. She felt as if her entire body was a mass of flame.

"Look at this one," Jimmy urged.

As one hand rubbed between her legs, Jimmy used his other hand to turn over the pictures. The pictures got filthier. Women sucking cocks and getting their pussies eaten. Women getting fucked in every position!

Sue gave a low moan. Jimmy was rubbing her harder and it was sending pleasant sensations all over her body. Suddenly his hand left her. She opened her eyes and tried to protest as he pushed her backward on the dirty bed.

But Jimmy gave no heed to her protest. His hands were fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and like a zombie Sue helped him. She unbuttoned the eight buttons and he pushed the blouse off her shoulders. His hand went underneath her and unsnapped the hooks on her bra. He pulled it off her shoulders and his hot, lustful eyes were looking at her budding tits.

She knew she didn't have much, but she was proud of what she had. They were more than a lot of the girls her age had. But this was the first time a boy had ever looked at them. She felt hotly embarrassed.

Jimmy dropped his head and his lips found one of her nipples. Sue nearly screamed. She had wondered many times what a boy's mouth would feel like there and now she knew. It was more wonderful than she could have imagined.

"No, Jimmy," she protested. "We have to stop. We can't do this."

"The hell you say!" Jimmy retorted. "This time we're going all the way!"

The finality of his tone left no room for argument and Sue gave in to her feelings. Jimmy's lips were sucking more of her tender flesh into his mouth. She pushed herself at him, liking the feel of his lips and tongue on her tits.

Jimmy stood up.

"I want to show you something," Jimmy said.

Sue opened her eyes as Jimmy undressed. She had never seen a real live boy hard before. Jimmy stripped off his trousers and then his shorts. His prick was naked and hard. The red cock-head glistening with his lubricating juices.

He walked to her side and took her hand. He wrapped her fingers around his staff and began to slide her hand back and forth. The cock was like nothing she had ever felt or seen before, and yet it had a strange familiarity to her grasp.

She began to enjoy rubbing it back and forth. "Jesus," Jimmy said. "We can't keep this up." He pulled his cock out of her hands. He fell over on top of her and his hands once more went underneath her dress. She couldn't protest as his hands began to tug down her panties. His hands felt too good.

He got her panties down to her knees and she lifted her ass to help him get them off. He tugged up her skirt so that it was bunched at her waist.

"Beautiful," Jimmy said. "Really beautiful."

She was horrified as she saw his head bend and his tongue begin to caress the outside of her pussy.

"Stop," she said, but her voice was weak.

His tongue explored her. She could feel the tongue slip inside her cunt and begin to rub against her cunt walls. She couldn't stand it. He was starting fire after fire in her body.

"Jimmy," she begged. "Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

Jimmy left her pussy. He fell across her body and she liked his strong chest rubbing against her tits. His hard prick probed between her legs.

"Go slow," she said. "I'm a virgin. Please go slow."

"And gentle," Jimmy promised.

He pushed a little and his prick brushed against her wet cunt-lips. A delicious thrill went through her. He pushed again and his prick began to penetrate her. His straining cock began to push farther inside her.

Her cunt began to close around his cock and it was pure excitement that was rushing through her blood. She wanted his cock inside her. All the way!

She gave a push and he broke through her virgin cunt and went in all the way to his balls. It didn't hurt as bad as she expected and she was ready in a moment to quicken the pace.

There was nothing slow about Jimmy. He began to fuck her fast and furiously and she loved every minute. The tingle started at the base of her spine and then her cunt was tingling and she knew she was going fast.

"Oh, Jimmy!" she said. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come for the first time!"

"Do it, baby," he said. "Do it! Scream so the whole world knows I'm giving you a good time!"

"Oh Jesus Christ, Jimmy!" she yelled. "Here I come! Oh God, I can feel your prick squirting into me! Oh Jesus!"

He fell on top of her as he came and Sue pulled him close. She knew she had waited too long for her first cock. She would never go as long without one again.


There were two things Leslie Carter wanted most of all. One was to marry a man with lots of money. She could wait until she graduated from high school for that. But the other thing she wanted was more immediate. She wanted to be head cheerleader.

It depended on the athletes' votes as to who would be head cheerleader, and the girl that was running against Leslie was a girl named Sherry Andrews. Sherry was one of those big-titted, innocent-looking things that easily turned boys' heads. Everybody was confident that Sherry was going to win.

But Leslie had a plan, and it started with cornering the captain of the football team one afternoon after school.

She was waiting near his car when he finished practice. He was a big, husky boy who was surprised to see her there.

"Hello, Leslie," he said. "Were you waiting for me?"

"I sure was," Leslie said. "I want to talk to you."

"If it's about my vote it's already taken. You know I've been dating Sherry."

"I know that," Leslie said. "But I have a little proposition to make to you. That is, if you'll give me a ride home and you're willing to listen."

"I'll listen," he said, "but it had better be good."

She slipped in beside him as he started the car. She was silent until he left the school grounds and was driving slowly toward her house.

"Now what is this about a proposition?" he asked.

"Well, Jim," she said. "You see, I know what boys want and I know that Sherry's not giving you any."

He looked at her in shock. It was true that Sherry was one of those nice girls who allowed him little more than a good night kiss.

"You mean you're willing?" he questioned, reaching for her knee.

She quickly shrugged his hand away. She certainly didn't want that kind of reputation around school. "Of course not, silly," she said. "It's just that I know someone who might be willing. That is, if I can get a written promise from the football team."

Jim considered the possibilities. It was true that if it were handled quietly he could get a piece of pussy and still be able to date Sherry. After all, she would never know who had voted for whom.

"Let me get this straight," Jim said. "If I vote for you, you can promise to get me fucked."

"I wouldn't put it like that," Leslie smiled, "but I can promise you someone who's quite willing to do anything you ask."

"Well," Jim said. "That means getting me fucked. But I can't speak for the rest of the football team. I could give you my vote but I can't promise you any more."

"Hmmm." Leslie pursed her lips in thought. "You mean you, can't influence them in any way?"

"I wouldn't dare. The coach might hear about it."

"Well then," Leslie said. "What if I could promise them the same thing?"

"You mean the whole football team?" Jim said incredulously.

"All of them that counted."

"If you do that," Jim said. "You could count on getting the election."

"I can do it. Where and when?"

Jim thought for a moment. "You know the old playground near the school?"

Leslie nodded.

"Have her there at four. There are some old dugouts where the baseball team used to play. That should give us enough privacy."

"And when?" Leslie asked.

"How about four on Saturday."

"Saturday's fine. She'll be there. And I hope you all have a good time."

They stopped before Leslie's house. Jim watched her as she left his car and walked up her walkway. Four on Saturday. Jim was no virgin, but he was excited about the prospect of a real gang bang. He wondered who the girl would be and then he decided it wouldn't matter. As long as she had tits and a cunt she would be fine. If she was ugly they could always put a paper bag over her head.

That evening he called all of his friends and the date was set. He could hear the excitement in their voices. They would vote for King Kong for head cheerleader for a piece of ass.

Saturday was a beautiful day. At four o'clock the boys were gathered at the old playground. There were twelve of them and they were all horny as hell.

They kept asking who the girl was going to be and Jim had to keep telling them that he didn't know. He hoped it wasn't a trick on Leslie's part. He was going to be mad as hell if it was.

But a few minutes later Leslie and another girl entered the parking lot and walked toward them. Jim shaded his eyes against the sun. He knew the girl. He had seen her around school. Cindy something or other. She wasn't a bad-looking girl. She had good tits and a slender waist and blonde hair that swept her shoulders.

His cock began to get hard.

"Hello, boys," Leslie said. "This is Cindy."

The boys nodded at Leslie but their eyes were feasting on Cindy.

"What did you want to show me, Leslie?" Cindy asked.

"These boys," Leslie said innocently. "They're all members of the football team and they've been waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?" Cindy asked. "What for?" Her eyes were wide and puzzled. Jim cursed under his breath. He wasn't going to rape her. He thought Leslie had told her what she was here for, but Cindy looked as if she didn't know.

"Ahh hell," one of the boys said. "I thought we were going to get a piece of ass. I think I'm going home."

Cindy turned to Leslie and her face was accusing. "Did you promise them that? That I would do that with all of them?"

"Come on, Cindy," Leslie said coldly. "You're my friend and it's the only way I'll get the election. Besides, you won't miss it."

"I'm going home," Cindy said. "I'm not a friend of yours any more."

"Then go home," Leslie said. "But remember. I know all about what the Cross brothers do. They'll get awfully mad if they think you've been spreading rumors around."

"You'd do that?" Cindy questioned. "You'd do that to me?"

"I want the election very badly," Leslie shrugged.

"Damn," Cindy said softly, looking around at the twelve boys. They were all rugged-looking and strong and could probably go more than once.

"Well?" Jim asked. "What's it to be?"

"I'll do it," Cindy said. "It doesn't look like I've got much choice."

The boys seemed to get shy after that. They backed away from Cindy and looked at one another. They weren't sure about things now. They didn't want to look like fools with their cocks hanging out. Who would go first? Cindy settled things.

"Well I'm not going to do it out in the open," Cindy said. "Let's get in the dugout."

Cindy went in first and looked around. The place was old and dirty. The bench was rotten. She had no desire to allow twelve boys the use of her body in this dirty place, but she was also afraid. Leslie was just the type to go around spreading rumors about the Cross brothers and pinning the blame on her.

And Cindy was very much afraid of the Cross brothers. They knew how to hurt someone in hundreds of different ways, and they didn't mind using any of them.

Jim followed her into the dugout and she turned to look at him. Any other time she might have wanted to fuck this husky good-looking boy, but not with twelve more outside.

She sighed. She might as well get it over with.

"How do you want it?" she asked Jim.

"How?" Jim asked.

She sighed. He had the look of the innocent about him. She imagined that more than half of the boys had never fucked a girl.

She shrugged and began to unbutton her blouse. She shrugged it off her shoulders and carefully folded it. She was aware that the boys were crowding around the entrance to the dugout trying to see her.

She arched her back so that she could give them a good show. She was wearing a black low-cut bra that barely contained her tits. Her tits seemed to be two small puppies fighting their way out of the tight confines of the bra.

"Do you like them?" she asked Jim.

"Take the bra off," he said. "Then I'll tell you."

She smiled. His throat was dry and the words were croaked out and she knew he was getting hotter by the moment. She reached behind her back and undid the snaps. The bra fell away.

There was a sharp intake of breath from all the boys. Once more she arched her back so that her proud tits stood out firmly. Her huge brown nipples had already gotten hard.

"Now do you like them?" she asked.

"Oh God yes," he said.

"Taste them," she said.

Jim looked uncomfortable. He looked up at the boys watching.

"Please taste them," Cindy said again. "You'll like them."

Jim waited no longer. He dropped to his knees in front of Cindy and drew in one of her large tits. He sucked it into his mouth as far as he could.

Cindy gasped. His tongue was doing things to her nipple. He raised a hand to fondle her other tit. He was enjoying himself. He was making noises of pleasure as he gobbled more of her creamy flesh into his mouth.

"That's nice," Cindy encouraged.

He dropped his hands and then brought them up under her skirt. He cupped her ass cheeks and started squeezing them gently.

Cindy could feel the heat taking over her body. None of the boys was speaking or smiling. They watched in wide-eyed amazement.

Cindy dropped down and lay with her legs spread. Jim moved away from her tits and tugged at her panties. He pulled them off and threw them to the watching boys. There were a few jeering laughs. He tugged her skirt up to her waist.

"I'm going to fuck you, Cindy," he said.

"Yes," she said. "Go ahead and fuck me. Go ahead."

He unzipped his fly. When his prick sprang out he moved between her legs.

"God!" someone said from the dugout entrance. "He's really going to do it!"

Cindy wondered if the boy were an idiot. Of course they were going to do it. That was why they were here.

Jim pushed and his prick easily entered Cindy's cunt. She raised her legs and crossed them behind his back.

Cindy didn't try to stay with him. She knew it would only be a few moments before he came. Impatient boys were always like that. She rested her head and closed her eyes.

She could feel him pounding within her cunt. She could feel it when his cock-head began to enlarge, and his breath quickened.

"I'm going to do it!" he cried. "Oh fuck, Cindy! Oh shit! I'm going to come! I'm going to fill your cunt with my cum!"

She tightened up as he poured his cum into her cunt. He jerked and moaned and his prick kept shooting wads of stuff into her.

Finally he fell away.

He barely had time to get his pants buttoned up before another boy was there. He was a red-haired boy with a nice smile. He unbuckled his trousers and slid them down to his knees.

"Jesus," he said as he fell over Cindy and inserted his cock.

He had a magnificent cock. She felt it push against her cunt walls as he entered, and the friction was a nice pleasant feeling.

She didn't try to stay with him either. She moved her hips a little and he popped almost before he got his cock in good. She knew then that he was a virgin. He started to draw out and she caught his arm.

"No," she said. "Stay a minute. You might as well get your money's worth."

"But I can't go again," he said. "I've already shot my wad."

"Sure you can," Cindy advised.

She began to move her hips under him and his limp prick began to get hard.

He looked at her in disbelief. "I'm getting hard again."

"Sure you are," Cindy smiled. "I know what makes you feel good."

This time he gave her a good fucking. They rocked gently back and forth for a long while, his prick just touching her cunt walls and his strong chest rubbing against her tits.

"Oh yes!" Cindy cried. "Oh yes, do it! You feel so good against me! So good!"

This time he gave a loud groan, his prick grew and expanded, and his cum began to pour into her waiting cunt.

"Thank you, Cindy," he said. "Oh God, thank you."

She gave his head a little pat as he moved away from her. It was a shy one's turn. He was a small boy who was the quarterback for the football team. His friends pushed him forward.

"No," he said. "I don't think so. I think someone else ought to go next."

"What's the matter?" Cindy asked, smiling. He turned a bright shade of red. "I can't," he said in a low voice.

"You can't?" Cindy asked. "Why can't you?" There was a loud cheer at the boy's expense. "He can't!" one boy yelled. "Maybe he can only make it with a football!"

"Come here," Cindy said.

He approached her. Cindy got on her knees. She unbuckled the boy's pants and took them down.

Then she rolled his shorts down.

His limp prick looked pitiful. Again the boys laughed, and Cindy felt her heart go out to the boy.

"Don't worry," she said. "Momma will help." She bent her head and brushed her lips across the tip of his cock. He drew back suddenly.

"Don't do that," he said.

"Just trust me," Cindy urged. "I'll make it better."

Cindy licked down the underside of his cock. She licked his balls. She ran her tongue back up to the tip of his prick.

"It's going to feel good," Cindy promised. "Just relax."

The boy was so frightened that he could hardly move. There was a great deal of tension in his back and shoulders. There was fear in his eyes.

Cindy sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. She teased at his tiny hole with her tongue. She was rewarded by a stirring of his cock!

He was beginning to feel something. She smiled at herself. If anyone knew how to suck cocks, Cindy did. She was capable of bringing even the deadest cock back to life.

She sucked him in all the way to his balls. He gave a soft groan. It grew louder as his prick began to grow. It became firm and strong in her mouth.

"There," Cindy said, drawing away. "Who told you you couldn't get it hard?"

"Another girl," the boy admitted. There was the gleam of pride in his eyes.

"She must have been sick," Cindy said. "It's a good cock. It'll make the girls happy."

Cindy looked up at the waiting boys, their faces alive with anticipation.

"But now we better put it somewhere," she said.

She fell back and pulled him over on top of her. His cock pushed at her pussy entrance.

"Let me," Cindy said.

She took his cock in hand and guided him into her hot pussy. He gave a groan as his cock went in. She tightened on his cock and he groaned louder.

"Fuck me," Cindy urged. "Give it to me good!" The boy needed no more encouragement. He began to fuck her cunt furiously, and this time Cindy went with him. His cock felt good in her cunt and she began to get tingles up and down her back.

"Oh Jesus!" the boy cried. "I'm coming! Oh fuck, I'm coming!"

"So am I, baby!" Cindy said. "Your cock is doing it to me! I can feel you squirting! Oh God, oh God, oh God!"

He collapsed on top of her. His hot sweaty body felt good to Cindy, and she hugged him to her.

"It was Goddamn good," Cindy whispered into his ear so that the others couldn't hear. "Better than anybody."

The young boy flushed with pride as he got up and buckled his trousers.

This time three boys came at her at once. They almost fought each other to get to her first.

"Hold it," Cindy said. "I can take you all on. Just go easy. We've got a long time."

Cindy was sore as hell. She got up and buttoned herself back into her clothes. Her cunt ached. Her mouth ached. One of the boys had fucked her ass and that hurt also. Cindy trudged wearily out of the dugout. A dozen boys lay on the soft green grass. They looked contented. Cindy sincerely hoped they were.

"I'm going home," she said.

She was surprised at the boys. Each one of them jumped up and offered her a ride.

"Why thank you," Cindy said, "but it's just a short walk."

"Nothing is too good for you," Jim said. "We'll take you home. And if there's every anything else we can do for you, just ask."

Cindy thought about what Jim had said, and she naturally thought about the Cross brothers. She hated the Cross brothers more than anybody she had ever known.

They were cruel and she had been hurt many times by them. Very few people wanted to mess with the Cross brothers, but an entire football team? She looked at Jim's broad shoulders. He might be strong enough. And the others? Surely they could handle the Cross brothers.

"Jim?" she asked.


"Did you really mean it when you asked if there was anything you can do for me?"

"You know I did."

"Then there is something you can do for me."

Slowly she outlined her situation with the Cross brothers. Jim smacked a hard fist into his hand after he had heard her entire story.

"Those fucking bastards!" he said. "I'll tell you what. Don't you worry about them any more. They won't be coming to see you."

"But they're very strong," Cindy said.

"Don't you worry," Jim assured her. "We'll handle the Cross brothers."

Kathy Cross was feeling hot again. She had expected Jimmy to come by today and she had prepared herself for him. But Jimmy hadn't shown up. She put away her little nightie that she was going to model for him and started fixing her brothers' supper.

Her brothers came in early. They seemed to be proud of themselves for something. They were laughing and patting each other on the back.

"Ahh, Kathy," Donald said. "We had a good paycheck this week and we've got an order for more work."

"Good," Kathy said.

She put their supper on the table and they ate like starving men. Now and then Donald would look up at her and laugh. As she moved around the table to serve them he allowed his hand to brush her ass with more familiarity than usual.

"You're getting a figure on you, girl!" Donald boomed. "Soon enough the boys will start chasing you."

"They're already chasing me," Kathy admitted.

"They are?" Donald questioned, laughing. "You tell me who the little beggar is and I'll cut his little pecker off."

Kathy laughed too, but she had a feeling her brother meant it. She would never dare to tell him about Jimmy. Donald quit eating. He wiped his hands on the tablecloth and then reached across the table and drew Kathy into his lap.

"I'm a horny one today!" he laughed. "How about giving me a little kiss?"

His mouth came down on hers in a bruising way. His huge tongue probed between her lips and she opened her mouth wide to receive him. She felt that huge prick stirring under her ass.

"How about cutting it out?" Adam said. "She's your sister."

Kathy didn't want him to cut it out. She was moving her ass against his prick and she knew he was enjoying it. His tongue was getting more free with her lips and face.

"Ah hell," he said. "She's as hot as a firecracker. She wants old Donald. I can feel her rubbing her ass on my prick."

"Cut it out," Adam snarled. "She's too young and she's your sister. Besides, we have things to talk about. Plans to make."

"Yeah," Donald said reluctantly. "I guess you're right."

He pushed her away and forgot about her as he turned to his brother and they began to go over their plans for the next day. The brothers had already decided that Debbie was about ready to be raffled. But they needed at least two dozen women for the new raffle. That would involve a lot of hard work.

Kathy wasn't listening to them. Her cunt was burning hot as she cleared the dishes away. Goddamn that Adam anyway! He had spoiled things. She had the feeling that another few minutes and Donald would have been dragging her to bed. God, how she would love to touch, kiss and fuck that huge prick of his! It would hurt but it would be a wonderful hurt.

The boys talked for about an hour. Then they went to their rooms. Kathy hurried to her room and took the piece of wood out of her peephole. She peered through.

Donald was undressing. She trembled with excitement. She never heard her door open and close softly.

"Well I'll be Goddamned!" Adam said.

Kathy jumped away from her peephole.

Adam was standing behind her dressed in his undershirt and shorts.

"Donald!" he yelled to his brother in the next room. "Get your butt over here!"

Donald was there in a minute. He held a pistol in his hand. "What's up?"

"You can put the gun away. Guess what I just saw your sister doing? She's been peeping on you. I guess she's been spying on your cock."

"Well," Donald said, putting his hands on his hips. "I guess all cunts are alike even if she's your sister. What do you think we ought to do?"

"I think," Adam said softly, "that we should give her what she wants."

Kathy was trembling. She was suddenly very afraid. Spying and dreaming about her two rugged brothers was one thing, but having them in her room was another. They looked fierce as they stared at her. Donald licked his lips.

"You're right. How about that, Kathy? Do you want what we've got?"

"I was just looking," Kathy said.

She didn't know what she wanted all of a sudden. She was too scared. What she really wanted was for them to leave.

"I won't look any more," Kathy said. "I promise."

"Take your clothes off, Kathy," Adam demanded.

"Please, Adam," she said. "I promise I won't peek. I'll be good."

"Take your fucking clothes off!" Donald boomed.

With trembling fingers Kathy did as they asked. She stood before them naked. Donald looked at her young body with obvious interest.

"I don't believe I've ever fucked anybody as young as you," he said.

"I'm scared," Kathy murmured.

"Why be scared?" Adam taunted. "We're only going to give you what every cunt wants."

Donald finished undressing. His prick sprang out long and hard between his legs. The sight of it made Kathy's legs get weak.

Now that it was up close she didn't desire it as much. The damn thing was big enough to kill her.

"Come here," Donald said.

She walked to him. His huge hand took a handful of her hair and pulled it back. He pulled it back so far that her head felt as if it were going to pop!

"Please," she whispered.

"On your knees," he said. "I want you to suck it, Sister."

He let go of her and she dropped to her knees. Her face was close to his shaft and she could drink in all of his male odor. It was a strong odor. He pushed her face closer to his cock.

"Take it in your mouth."

She opened her mouth as wide as it would go but she could only get the tip of his cock in. She sucked on it as hard as she could.

"Not much of a cock sucker," Adam observed. "She'll do," Donald smiled. He smashed a hand suddenly to the back of her head and his cock went deeper. She thought her mouth was going to split. She couldn't breathe.

"That's a little better," he said.

She was hurting badly but he didn't care. He pushed deeper and deeper and began to rock back and forth.

Tears stung her eyes and vomit was in the back of her throat. Still, he had no pity on her. He kept his prick in her mouth, pushing, shoving and rocking until he exploded. Great gobs of jism went down her throat to make her gag. Drops fell down her cheeks and onto her breasts. He took his prick out and rubbed it on her face. She couldn't believe it. It was still hard.

He didn't give her any time to think about it. He lifted her in his strong arms and walked to the bed. He dropped her on her bed.

"I like that ass," he said.

She tried to roll out from under him but he pinned her. His prick poked at her anus and she screamed. He pushed and his cock went into her ass about an inch.

"Hot little ass," he observed.

He pushed again and some more of his cock went up her ass. He was laughing and she was screaming. He reached underneath and his hands began to pinch her nipples. It hurt. How it hurt! She tried to tell him but he simply kept pushing.

He went past the spot where Jimmy had been in her ass. His prick seemed to go on and on forever.

"Oh God, you're killing me!" Kathy sobbed.

"You'll get used to it," Donald said.

He poised his hips and gave one last shove and his hard cock tore into her ass all the way.

"God, that's good!" Donald said. "You ought to get you some of this, Adam!"

"I will," Adam said.

She saw Adam move to the corner of her bed. He undressed and exposed his rock-hard prick. It was almost as big as Donald's! He smiled when he saw her staring at it.

"Nice one," he said, waving it at her. "You'll like it."

Donald grunted as he fucked her. He drove in and out of Kathy's ass with a furious violence. His balls slapped against her ass cheeks.

"Feeling good!" Donald said. "Oh fuck yes, it feels good! Here it comes! Get your ass ready because I'm going to flood it!"

Kathy felt his prick jump and she felt cum pouring into her ass. She felt better as he drew his prick out. But she didn't feel better for long. Almost as soon as Donald was gone Adam was at her. He drove his prick into the same spot.

"Oh Jesus," Kathy groaned.

Things were not happening as she had imagined they would. There was nothing good about the way her brothers were using her body.


Again Jimmy Bailey had been told not to leave the house that evening. And that Jane would be his baby-sitter, because his parents would be gone until late.

He didn't mind. He had been looking forward to seeing Jane again. He had a few things to tell her and he was sure she'd be interested. Jane had a dirty mind, a good body, and a beautiful face. Jimmy was positive she'd be interested in what he had to say.

He was feeling very good as he saw his parents off. He waved and walked back inside. He had a supper of hot soup and crackers while he waited for Jane to arrive.

He heard her a few minutes after he had finished eating. She came to the door and knocked. She was dressed in her usual fashion with tight jeans and a halter that barely covered her ample breasts.

She carried a knitting bag that Jimmy knew contained more than knitting. She kept her collection of dirty literature underneath her knitting material.

He smiled at her. "I've been waiting for you."

"I just bet you have," lane grinned at him. "I have a great new book."

"And I've got some new things to show you," Jimmy said.

Jane looked a little curious. Jimmy had never before seemed so glad to see her. Of course, she did give him a good time, but a few stories and a hand-job were not worth all the excitement he was showing.

They went into the living room. There was a metal box on the couch and Jane looked at it in puzzlement.

"I've had these for a while," Jimmy said. "I thought you might like them."

Jimmy opened the box and took out his pictures. He began turning them over so that Jane could see. Jane was shocked. She had never realized that a boy like Jimmy could get hold of pictures like these. Why, college boys would have been turned on by his pictures!

"My God, Jimmy," she said softly. "Where did you get these?"

"I bought them," Jimmy said proudly. "But that's not all. I wanted to tell you something. I'm not a virgin any more."

Jane looked at him. She thought she could tell if he were lying. There was a look of fierce pride in his face. No, he wasn't lying, she decided. He really had gone out and gotten his cherry busted.

"Well," Jane said. "That's wonderful. Who was the lucky girl?"

"I couldn't tell you that," Jimmy protested. "It wouldn't be fair. Besides, there wasn't just one girl."

Jane opened her eyes wide.

"My goodness," she said. "You have been getting around."

"Yes," Jimmy said. "I've fucked two girls already. And you're going to be the third."

At first Jane didn't believe what she had heard. She stared at Jimmy in amazement, trying to think of something to say. She couldn't.

"Y-You're crazy," she stammered.

"I don't think so," Jimmy laughed.

"You're half my age. You're almost a little boy. In fact, you are a little boy. I can't do anything like that with you."

"Yes you can," Jimmy said in a determined voice. "And you will."

"Like I said," Jane said, "you're crazy."

"I know a good reason why you should go to bed with me."

"What's that?" Jane asked.


"Blackmail?" she asked incredulously. "How could you blackmail me?"

Jimmy took on his most childlike face. "But sir," he began, "I didn't know what she wanted. She read to me from all those books and I didn't know what she was talking about and she made me take out my thing so that she could play with it. I was scared, Judge. Honest to God! I didn't know what she was doing but I knew I couldn't argue. So you see, sir, none of it was my fault."

For a moment Jane didn't comprehend, and then a slow grin crossed her face.

"You little bastard," she said.

There was no animosity in her tone. Instead there was a grudging admiration.

"I get your body," Jimmy said, "or I start talking to my parents about the strange baby-sitter. How many other boys do you play your games with?"

That struck home. Jane's face went pale. "You are a little bastard."

"What's it to be?"

"What can I say? You win. I hope you enjoy it."

"I know I will," Jimmy said.

He stood up. A bulge was already forming in his trousers. He took her hand and led her to his parents' bedroom. He had one of his mother's frilly black nightgowns spread out across the bed.

"You have everything planned," Jane said. "Right down to what I wear."

"I wanted it to be right," Jimmy said. "I saw my mother in this nightgown once and I always wanted to see a girl in it. A girl I was about to fuck."

"I'll change in the bathroom," Jane said. "I don't want you to get too greedy too soon."

Jane picked up the nightgown and walked into the bathroom. She shut the door behind her.

Jimmy sat down on the edge of his parents' bed. His head was throbbing and so was his cock. He was relieved. He had tried a bluff on Jane and it had worked.

If Jane had spoken sharply to him he would have sneaked away to a corner. It was worth the risk. He was going to get fucked, and this time not by a little girl. This time by a real woman with big tits!

"You know," he said loudly. "I've thought about having a girl in this bed for a long time."

"Really?" said Jane.

"Yes. Ever since I was small. I got up one night to get a drink of water and I heard noises coming from here. My mother sounded like she was crying. I walked to the door and looked in. Mother and Daddy were fucking like a couple of animals. He had her on her knees and he was driving his big cock into her ass, and she was loving every minute of it. Ever since then I've had dreams about it. Except that it's me with my cock ramming into my mother's ass."

"You're a naughty boy," Jane accused.

Jane came out of the bathroom and Jimmy nearly choked. His mother's black nightgown fit Jane perfectly. It was a shortie gown, and it came just below Jane's thighs. She wore nothing underneath it. He could see the blonde hair of her pussy. A big, blonde gash like the brown gash of the woman in the pictures; Jane's big tits were poking their way out of the nightgown.

"Do you like?" Jane asked, doing a little turn.

"God, yes!" Jimmy said.

Jane looked directly at Jimmy's crotch and licked her lips invitingly. She could see that his hard prick was threatening to bust out of his trousers.

"I think you're ready," Jane observed. "Yes," Jimmy agreed. "I'm ready." She walked to him and placed her warm hand on his thigh. She smiled as she ran her hand up further until she was rubbing his prick through his trousers.

"Tell me about those other girls," Jane said. "Were they as nice as me?"

"Oh no," Jimmy said. "They were just little girls."

"Did they have tits?" Jane asked.

"One did," Jimmy admitted, "but not half as big as yours."

"Good," Jane said. "Then I'm your first real woman."

She continued to rub his crotch until Jimmy couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled her into his lap. Her wonderfully soft ass seemed to caress his prick.

She let him find her lips with his tongue. Her mouth was hot and sucking. She opened her lips and met his tongue with hers.

He was content to kiss her there for a while. Finally he began to move his hands. He moved one hand up to caress her soft tits.

"Felt any like those?" Jane asked.

"Hell no," Jimmy said.

He fondled her tits, caressing her huge nipples until they were hard. He bent his head and kissed her on the throat. He was filled with her womanly smell. Her hair felt like tiny hands rubbing against his face.

"Come on," Jane said. "Let's see what you have there."

She pulled away from him and began to unbuckle his pants. He let her do all the work. She tugged at his zipper and finally was able to pull his pants down.

Then came his shorts, and then her soft fingers were gently stroking the soft skin of his cock. She let two fingers form a circle around his cock-head and she began to stroke him.

"Nice," she said. "It's nicer than when I just give you a hand-job. Now it's waiting to be fucked."

"Oh yes," Jimmy agreed. "It wants to be fucked."

He pushed her away. Then he shoved her toward the bed and she fell back. Her creamy-white thighs opened. He could see her pussy hairs curling out from the edge of the nightgown.

He ran his hands up her thighs and parted her legs wider.

"Don't be impatient, love," Jane said. "We have a lot of time."

Jimmy didn't think he had all that much time. His prick was jumping with impatience. He couldn't wait until he stuffed it into her waiting cunt.

He drew back.

"Take the gown off," he said.

Jane lifted her arms and he helped her slide the nightgown off her white body. For the first time she was totally nude. Jimmy whistled at the sight of her body. She was flawless. Much better than the women in the pictures!

He lowered his head and sucked one creamy-white breast into his mouth. He sucked on her tit for a moment and then released it. He tongued her nipple, liking the feel of its stiffness in his mouth.

"You're pretty good," Jane moaned. "Do that some more, please. I like it."

Jimmy was willing. He moved to her other tit and captured it in his mouth. He ran his tongue down to the valley between her tits. She groaned.

He moved his head down, kissing the warm soft flesh of her stomach, letting his tongue linger in her navel and then going down further until he was between her thighs.

He had never eaten a woman before, but he knew how it was done. He put his tongue experimentally into the bush between her thighs. He searched for and found her clitoris, and he captured it between his lips.

"Oh Jesus," Jane groaned. "Such a naughty boy. You shouldn't be doing such things."

He continued doing such things. He sucked on her clit until she was moving against him and pleading with him not to stop. It was a sensation he had never experienced before, and he loved it. It was like he was controlling Jane with his tongue and lips. Controlling her entire body.

"God!" she cried. "I'm coming! I'm coming, baby! You're making me come!"

He almost laughed out loud as her ass left the bed and her cunt began to flood his mouth with juices. She enjoyed her climax. He could tell by the way she moaned and cried and then fell lifeless on the bed.

"Good?" he asked, even though he knew it was.

"Oh yes," she said. "You shouldn't be doing that to me."

"I liked it. I may do it a lot from now on. To all the girls I know."

"Ohhh," Jane said. "And will you do it to me some more?"

"Any time," Jimmy said.

He stretched out on top of her and kissed her on her open mouth. She drew his tongue into her mouth and tasted her own cuntal juices.

His prick pushed at her cunt and she opened her legs to receive him. He slid in easily.

"Oh fuck," Jimmy said, drawing his mouth away. "That feels good. Really good."

"Of course, doll," Jane said. "But let Jane show you a better way. You were nice to me. Now let me be nice to you."

"What do you mean?"

She was stronger and bigger than he was, and she pushed him over easily. She rolled him over onto his back and came down on top of him. Though he had protested when his cock had slipped out, her hand had quickly found him and she began her soft stroking.

Now she was poised on top of him with her cunt just inches from his rigid cock. Slowly she lowered herself until she had his prick safely secured in her cunt again.

"You lay still," she said. "Let me do all the work."

She began to slowly rock up and down on his prick. The experience was wonderful. She tightened her muscles as she came down on his cock, and it was like nothing he could ever have believed. The sensations of pleasure shot through his entire body.

She reached between them and began to fondle his balls as she rode him.

"Oh shit," he said. "That feels too good. I'm going to come too quick and I want it to last."

"That's all right," Jane whispered. "We'll just get your edge off and then we'll settle down to some real fucking."

He lay back and closed his eyes. There was a thunderous explosion building in his balls. He knew he could not last long, and he was right.

"Oh shit!" he cried. "Oh fuck! Here I come!"

His prick jumped and he felt his cum explode from the end of his prick and splash against her cunt walls. She kept riding him until every drop was drained from his prick.

"Oh sweet Jesus," he said, his head falling back on his mother's pillow.

"That was just to get the edge off," Jane said. "We've still got a while to go."

"I couldn't get it hard again in a year," he said.

"That's what you think," Jane said knowingly.

Slowly her silken tongue traveled down his body. She touched her tongue to the glistening end of his prick, slowly lapping away the excess cum. Slowly she drew his cock-head into her mouth. Her tongue was doing exciting things to him. He was amazed when his cock began to stiffen up again.

"See," Jane said, drawing back. "I knew you still had life in the old bone."

Jane began to run her mouth very quickly up and down his shaft and soon his cock became rock hard again. Jane ran her tongue down the soft underside of his prick and then sucked both his balls into her mouth. She slowly squeezed them together with her teeth, and it was a delicious sensation.

Meanwhile his hand had snaked up her thigh until he could get two fingers inserted into her pussy. He pushed his fingers in and out, and he could tell that Jane was once more growing excited.

They both heard the door open at the same time. Jane jumped away and grabbed for the covers while Jimmy could do nothing but stare in horror.

"What are you doing?" a little girl's voice asked. Jimmy had expected his parents. He had expected anyone but Sue. Hut she stood in the open doorway, her face frozen in surprise.

"What does it look like we're doing?" Jimmy said, suddenly angry. "And what the hell are you doing in here?"

Sue was startled. "Why, I just came in to see you. I thought you might be home. I mean, I just thought you might want to talk or something."

Jimmy realized what Sue had really come for. She had hoped to find him in his bedroom asleep. She wanted to get into bed with him. She was horny and wanted to be fucked.

"Well," Sue said. "I'll leave. I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't know anyone was in here."

"Stay, Sue," Jimmy said.

"What do you mean?"

Jimmy wasn't sure that he knew what he meant, but he somehow felt that if one girl was good, then two girls would be even better.

"Yes, Sue," Jane agreed. "Come on and join our little party."

"I couldn't do that," Sue said.

"Shit!" Jimmy said harshly. "You came over here to get fucked, so don't act like you don't know what's going on. Come on to bed."

"Do," Jane urged sweetly. "We can all have a very nice time."

As if to show how good a time they could have, Jane reached once more for Jimmy's cock. He had grown soft. She put two fingers around the head of his cock and began to move them back and forth. His prick stiffened and then grew hard.

"Okay," Sue said. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just get undressed and let everything come natural," Jane told her.

Sue looked slightly self-conscious as she stripped off her clothes. Jane noted that she really had a nice figure for her age.

Jane felt Sue's eyes on her own huge tits.

"Don't worry, baby," Jane laughed. "You'll have jugs like mine before you know it. Now come on over here. I want to taste your sweet pussy."

Sue walked to the bed. Jane ran her hands over Sue's titties and her nipples hardened immediately.

"You are hot," Jane said. "What's the matter, baby? Haven't the boys been treating you right?"

Jane didn't give her time to answer. She pulled Sue onto the bed with her and began to kiss her on the lips. While Jane kissed her, Jimmy fondled Sue's ass and ran his fingers between her warm thighs.

Sue squirmed with delight as she opened her mouth and received Jane's hot tongue. Jane tasted salty-sweet and it wasn't like kissing a boy.

Jimmy's hands had grown more adventuresome. He positioned himself between her legs and pulled open her thighs. Her anus was exposed to him now, and he wasted no time.

Shock went through Sue as she felt Jimmy's tongue probing at her asshole. She wanted him to stop because it was wrong, but she didn't want him to stop because it felt so good.

Jane left her mouth and moved her tongue down to Sue's throat. Jane began to kiss the smooth whiteness there, and it sent tingles down Sue's body.

"Oh God!" Sue cried. "Oh God!"

Jane went down further until her mouth rested on one of Sue's nipples. Her tongue flicked out. A delicious shiver went through Sue. A shiver that even overcame the fear as she felt Jimmy's prick pushing at her anus. He couldn't be going to do what she thought he was. But he was. Even as Jane's experienced lips worked on Sue's nipples, Jimmy was pushing his prick into Sue's ass.

"No, Jimmy!" Sue protested.

"Shhh," Jane told her. "It won't hurt for long. Just relax and enjoy it."

It really didn't hurt at all. Jane's tongue was doing things to her that made her forget about the cock slipping into her ass. There was a slight discomfort, and then Jimmy was in all the way to his balls.

"Jesus!" Jimmy said as he began to fuck her in the ass. He was giving her long and gentle strokes, and it was Sue who speeded up the action. She began to move against him and the excitement stirred his prick.

Jimmy could feel an excited tremor in his balls. He could feel the explosion building up as he again quickened his pace, driving his prick as hard as he could into Sue's sweet young ass.

"God!" Jimmy moaned. "I can feel it coming! I can feel it! Oh fuck, here I comeeeeee!"

Even before he was through coming Jane was on him like a savage beast. She pushed him out of Sue's ass and caught his cock in her mouth. She sucked the last drop of cum from him and then licked her lips like a cat finishing a bowl of milk.

She then turned back to Sue. She turned Sue over so that she lay on her back.

"Now it's your turn, little darling," Jane purred as she spread Sue's legs open wide.

Jimmy could not tear his eyes away as Jane's blonde head went between Sue's legs. Her tongue flicked out, slipping into Sue's pussy and bringing a look of pure pleasure to Sue's face.

Jane knew how to use her tongue. She had used it many times on the girls and boys at the college she attended. She really wasn't picky about which sex she used it on.

Now she drove her tongue in a little deeper, lapping Sue's cunt walls and bringing Sue's sweet juices into her mouth. She let her tongue roam freely for a moment, and then she found Sue's clit.

She caught the hard clit between her teeth and began to softly nibble on it. Sue screamed loud enough for the entire state to hear.

"Oh Jesus!" she cried out. "What are you doing to me? Oh God, that feels good!"

Jane had had it done to herself enough to know how it felt. She was glad to be showing this sweet young thing what real happiness was.

Jane felt her legs being pushed apart. Surely Jimmy couldn't be hard again. She raised her head enough to see and saw his long cock jutting out between his legs. My God! She thought. His hand groped between her thighs and found her hairy bush. He inserted two fingers and began to rub them against her pussy. It felt good. She began to move and moan.

Then Sue pulled Jane's mouth back down to her cunt, and Jane went back to work with her tongue. She felt herself being lifted up a little, and then Jimmy's prick was being slipped into her wet pussy.

He began to fuck her in deep, long strokes, but not as furiously as before. He seemed content simply to feel the friction of her hot cunt against his prick.

"Jesus!" Sue cried. "I'm coming! I can feel your tongue making me come! Oh Jesus!"

Jane was immediately rewarded with a flood of juices from Sue's cunt! She lapped and swallowed and didn't take her open mouth away until the tremors in Sue's body stopped.

Jane immediately lifted herself up to her knees so that Jimmy could go deeper into her cunt. Sue was still underneath, and Jane felt her warm tongue lapping at her huge tits.

Sue sucked a nipple into her mouth and began to tease it with her tongue. It had a startling effect on Jane. She began to move around as if she were on fire, and now Jimmy had to quicken his fucking just to keep up with Jane.

"Oh God!" Jane cried. "Oh shit! It feels so good! Oh fuck, Jimmy, I can feel your hard prick coming! I can feel you squirting me deep inside! Oh shit, Sue! Your tongue feels so good on my tits! Oh shit, I'm comingggggg!"

Jimmy gave one last hard stroke and he fell against her, exhausted. Jane collapsed on Sue's young body. Jane didn't remember when she had felt so good. Even the girls in college had never given her these kinds of delicious sensations.


Debbie Jules was beaten. She wasn't the same woman who had been brought into the house many days before. Now she was afraid of every shadow, quick to jump at either of the Cross brothers' commands.

She heard them coming early that morning and she stood up quickly.

It was Adam who walked in. He wore a conservative business suit and it was the first time he had ever been dressed up. He carried a bag in his hand and he dumped a skirt out on the floor.

"Put that on," he commanded.

It was a tiny pink skirt that came to the middle of her creamy thighs. There was no back to it, just two strips of cloth in front that covered her tits.

"Come with me," he said.

He undid her chain and she followed him like a puppy out the door. He opened the car door for her and she got in. He walked around to the driver's side.

There was no desire in her to run away. She no longer thought for herself.

Her mind simply functioned to obey Adam's commands.

She didn't ask where they were going. She looked out her window at the passing scenery.

He parked before a huge gray building in the middle of town. He walked around and opened the door for her and took her elbow.

"This is the last lesson," he said softly. "Today you spend your last day with us. Tonight I give you to the Boss. So do a good job and you won't have to go back to the house."

She was overjoyed. She would do anything to keep from going back to that room. Anything at all!

The inside of the building was filled with people. Everyone seemed to be in a big hurry to get somewhere, but more than a few of the men stopped when they saw her. She could sense them being stirred by her costume. They wanted her. She didn't smile at them. She would only smile at the people Adam told her to smile at.

He took her on the elevator. They went up to the top floor. The penthouse floor. They entered a softly carpeted hallway with a very dim light.

"I leave you here," Adam said. "Inside there you'll find a tall man. Do as that man directs. Be good to him, Debbie. Be very good to him. He's our insurance to keep our little business running."

He left her. She stood alone in the hall and then she walked to the single door. She opened it. The room was beautiful. Everything was expensive-looking. An elderly gray-headed man sat on a couch sipping a drink.

"Come in, my dear," he said. "Come in."

She let the door close behind her.

"Don't be afraid," he said. He patted the space beside him. "Come over here and sit by me."

She walked over and sat down beside him. He put a hand on her knee.

"Do you know who I am?" he questioned.

"No," she admitted truthfully.

"You've never even seen a picture of me?"

She studied his face. It was a kind face, but there was a hint of ruthlessness about it. She felt he could be hard when he wanted to be.

"No," she repeated.

It seemed to make him angry. He finished his drink and walked to the bar to make himself another. He turned back to her, his cold eyes like hands running up and down her body.

"You are a beautiful woman," he said. "They told me you would be. I said I wanted a woman with tits this time and they sent me one. Well?"

She stood up. She let her dress float gently to the floor. She liked the way his eyes grew interested at the sight of her body. She did a turn for him, feeling his hot eyes on her skin.

"Let's go to the bedroom," he said.

The bedroom was even more beautiful. It had a soft white carpet and a huge bed.

"Go in there," he commanded her. "Take a shower. I like my women clean and smelling good. You'll find perfume on the cabinet."

She did as he directed. The hot water burned her skin but she didn't mind. It was as if she were washing the Cross brothers off her skin. When she finished bathing herself, she put small dabs of perfume on her shoulders and throat. She liked the smell of it. Very expensive!

He made a small sound of appreciation when she returned to the bedroom.

"You're even more beautiful than I thought," he said.

He had undressed. He had an old wrinkled body but she didn't turn her eyes away. She knelt beside him and took his limp cock in her mouth.

His face was tired, hurt. "Don't worry," he said. "It's not your fault. It's mine. I guess I'm just too old. But don't worry I'll tell the Cross brothers that you did your thing."

He started to push her away, but something in his voice had touched her. It had been a long while since she had heard a kind word. She felt sympathetic toward him, and she gave him a gentle push back onto the bed.

"You can't make me hard," he said. "I thought I could if I had a real woman. But you're beautiful and I still can't get hard."

"Yes you can," she insisted.

John Pax looked at the girl curiously. He had had many girls up in his private rooms. Girls of all shapes and sizes! But somehow the hard work of building an empire as large as he controlled had taken the ability to make love away from him. He wanted to fuck, but his cock just would not get hard.

But there was something different about Debbie. Something kind in her eyes! She didn't turn away from his wrinkled body like the other girls had. She didn't allow the contempt to show in her beautiful face.

"I really don't think so," he said.

"Just lay back," she said. "Just lay back and let me try. You don't have to do anything."

Her lips were sweet as she kissed him. She opened her mouth and her fiery tongue darted into his mouth. She gently caressed his lips and touched his tongue with her own; she pushed her tongue far into his mouth, his throat.

She left his mouth and kissed his throat. Her long red hair brushed against his chest and his shoulders as she kissed him.

"Just enjoy," she said. "Just enjoy. You don't have to do anything. Just lay back and let Debbie do it all."

It wasn't just fear of the Cross brothers that made Debbie work so hard. It was something in the elegant gentleman that appealed to her. Something sad!

She kissed his nipples, drawing each into her mouth and teasing with her tongue until they were hard. She laughed with joy as she felt them grow stiff, and she rubbed her heavy tits against them.

"You're feeling better," she said.

She ran her tongue lower, kissing his stomach over and over and then lower until her tongue was at his limp cock once more. She teased the tip for a moment and then she sucked it into her mouth. Deeper into her throat she pulled it, trying to make it show some sign of life.

She was rewarded with a slight movement! She began to suck harder and she fondled his balls with her fingers, and ran one hand back up his stomach to play with his nipples.

"Debbie," he said softly. "You're making me feel again."

She almost laughed with joy because she could feel his cock growing in her mouth, growing strong and hard. She didn't let his stiffening prick escape her mouth. She continued to draw him deeper into her mouth, finally feeling his cock-head brushing the back of her throat.

"Debbie," he moaned. "Oh God, Debbie."

She felt salty jism on the end of his prick and she sucked for more. He was jerking on the bed, his hips moving wildly.

"Oh fuck, Debbie! Oh fuck! You're doing it to me! You're making me come!"

His prick gave a jump in her throat and she felt his cum pouring out. She didn't take her mouth away. She continued to suck until he was dry. His cock was limp once more before she released it from her mouth.

She brushed a strand of red hair back from her face and looked up at him.

John Pax could not believe his good fortune. For the first time in five years he had come. He looked down at her smiling face, at her lips still glistening from his cum, and he felt a deep need for the girl. He couldn't believe it. It was happening again. His prick was getting hard and that was something he had not been able to manage even when he had been young and strong.

Debbie put her hand over his stiffening cock and began to caress him.

"Do you want me?" she asked.

"Oh yes, Debbie," John Pax said. "I want you very badly."

"I'm more than willing," she said.

This time he took control. He pushed her over onto her back and climbed between her thighs. There was no longer fear in him that he wouldn't be able to perform. He felt like a young stallion about to mount a mare. Every nerve in his body was tingling.

"Give me it," Debbie said, licking her lips. "Give me every inch of your beautiful prick!"

He pushed her legs wider apart and plunged between them. His prick went in easily up to his balls and he began to give her a slow stroking.

"Faster," she urged him. "Give it to me faster! I want to feel it pumping!"

He did as she directed, pushing his cock in and out of her dripping cunt as quickly as he could. She felt good to him. The best piece he had ever had. He could feel her cunt walls caressing his prick like fingers.

"You're doing it to me," she said. "You're doing it like nobody else ever did. Oh, baby, you're making me feel good! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh God, oh God, oh God!"

Her legs came up behind his back and she gave a shudder as the fires consumed her body. He felt her tightening her cunt, drawing his precious fluid out. He gave it to her. He gave it to her in rivers that came back and dripped onto his balls and onto his satin sheets. He gave her all he had and she still begged for more.

He fell away from her. But he didn't leave her. He took her in his arms and held her gently. He knew that he was about to lose a great source of income, but he wasn't going to give Debbie back to the Boss.

In fact, he thought to himself that it was about time that the Boss found himself another town to work in. After all, if Mayor Pax married Debbie, he sure wouldn't want anyone around to blackmail him.

"Yes," Mayor Pax said aloud.

"Did you say something?" Debbie asked sleepily.

"No, darling," he said. "You go on to sleep. I have a phone call to make."

Mayor John Pax left the girl and walked into the living room. He made a quick phone call. Boss was angry, but his mind was also quick. Boss knew there would always be other towns. Other places. Other raffles. Boss promised that he would be out of town by morning.

John put down the phone with a smile.

He could already feel his cock beginning to stir again.

Kathy Cross was sore as she waited for the bus. Her entire body ached. She didn't know what her brothers were going to do when they learned that she had left. She didn't really care. She was going to live with her uncle. She didn't worry too much about them coming after her. Her uncle was a bigger man than both the Cross brothers were and he was also a law officer.

One word from her and her brothers would be locked away forever.

Kathy smiled. Locking them away forever was a good thing. She knew that she would never be able to forget what they put her through.

She would hate them forever.

As soon as Adam had left Debbie Jules with the Mayor, he had driven back to meet his brother. They already had another girl lined up, and were looking forward to it.

Another teacher! For some reason Adam liked teachers. They always seemed to fight the hardest and they never completely gave in. But they learned and did as they were told, even if they kept that streak of pride.

Donald was waiting for him in front of the junior college. A few of the students were going in and out, but the classes had already been started and most were in their rooms.

"I don't think I like this," Donald said.

"Why not?"

"Because we usually get girls who few people will miss. If we take this teacher out of her classroom then a lot of people are going to miss her."

"I don't like that part of it either," Adam admitted, "but it can't be helped. Boss said we had to get as many girls as we can as quickly as possible. He has another raffle set up in six weeks. That doesn't give us a lot of time."

"I know," Donald said, "but I still don't like it."

"Let's go," Adam said.

The two men walked up the sidewalk to the art building. A few good-looking things in short skirts came out and eyed the two distastefully. Adam grinned at one. Donald gave one the finger and she turned away, blushing.

"Cut that out," Adam said. "We don't want to be that well remembered."

"Stuffy bitch," Donald said. "I'd like to stick about six inches up her ass and she wouldn't be so stuffy."

"Keep your mind on your work," Adam commanded.

Andrea Hartley was working alone in her room. Her first class wasn't until three. She had four hours to go and that still didn't give her enough time.

She had so many projects to work on that she never seemed to have enough time. And her husband was getting hard to live with again.

She wondered why he always took his guilt out on Andrea. She could always tell when he was having an affair with one of his students. He would become irritable at home. After it was over, he would become all sweetness and light, trying to soothe his soul.

Andrea wished bitterly that he was not so old-fashioned. She didn't mind if he was sticking his cock into some sweet young thing. Half the girls in school panted after him, always sitting in the front row and showing their panties, and trying to corner him alone in his room. It was only natural that he would sometimes give in to them.

And then he'd start taking out his guilty feelings on Andrea.

Andrea sighed. If only she could tell him that he had nothing to feel guilty about. If anything, Andrea should feel guilty. She'd had more affairs with students than her husband would ever think about having.

She heard the knock on her door and she looked up to see the two men who entered. They were both the beefy, hulking type of men that Andrea cared little for.

"Yes?" she said.

"You're not the teacher who usually stays here, are you?" one of the men questioned.

He looked really alarmed and worried but Andrea could see no reason for him to be. She brushed a strand of her long, dark hair back from her forehead and tried to smile.

"No," she said. "I'm Mrs. Hartley."

"But where is Miss Adams?" one of the men asked.

"She was called away. I'm taking her classes for today."

"Called away?" one asked. "Where to?"

"I don't see that it matters to you. Did you have business with Miss Adams?"

"Yes," one of the men admitted.

"Then maybe I can help you," she said.

"I don't think so," the largest of the men said. "When did you say Miss Adams will be back?"

"I didn't. Are you sure I can't help you?"

"Maybe you can," the bigger one said.

The other man looked surprised. "But Adam," he protested. "She's married. We can't take a married woman."

"Yes we can," Adam Cross said. "And we're going to. It will make for problems but we can handle them. I like her. I like her shape."

Andrea was no prude, but the man's words made her angry. Her dark eyes flashed. "Get out of here," she said. "Get out before I call the police!"

Adam closed the door and locked it.

"Don't scream, Mrs. Hartley," Adam said. "If you scream I'll hurt you."

She was suddenly terrified. She had no idea what these men wanted, but a hand seemed to clutch at her heart. She opened her mouth to scream.

Adam was by her side with one step. His brutal hand slapped her mouth shut.

She never had been struck by a man before. She looked at him with wide-open, astonished eyes, while tears burned at the corners of her eyes.

"Next time you try that," he said firmly, "I'll teach you a lesson. One that you will never forget."

"Get out of my office," she demanded. "If you get out now I won't call the police."

"Did you hear that?" Donald asked. "She won't call the police. How nice of her."

Andrea reached for the phone on her desk. His hand closed over her hand and squeezed tightly. Pain shot up her elbow and brought tears to her eyes.

"Stop," she pleaded. "That hurts!"

"You're going to get hurt a lot worse if you don't do as I say."

She nodded in understanding. He released her arm and she rubbed the sore spot.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"We're going to get up and walk out of here. You're not going to speak to anyone. You're not going to say a word unless someone asks. Then you're going to tell them that we're family and you have to leave. Do you understand?"

"I'll not do it," she said. "If I go out of here with you then you can do anything you want with me. I won't go. I'll stay right here and every time you try to hurt me I'll scream."

He slapped her gently on the cheek. "You are a hard one to convince," he said. "But you're pretty and I don't want to mark you too badly. Boss likes that long dark hair and those dark eyes. And I bet you've got nice tits."

His hand stroked her cheek and then suddenly dropped to squeeze one of her nipples. She tried to scream but his hand clamped down over her mouth.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Mrs. Hartley," a girl's voice said. "Mrs. Hartley, I have your coffee."

"Maybe we can convince you another way," Adam said gently. "Open the door, Donald."

Donald Cross realized what his brother meant. He walked to the door and unlocked it. He stood just behind the door as it opened. A plain-looking girl entered. She was dressed in tight jeans and a floppy sweater. Her hair was auburn and cropped short. She carried two cups of coffee. Her eyes widened when she saw Adam holding Andrea by the head.

She never had time to scream. Donald tapped her right behind the ear with his heavy fist. She fell to her knees and dropped the coffee. Her eyes went blurry. Donald tapped her again. She went down on her face.

Donald closed the door. Andrea tried to look away, but Adam forced her head to remain still.

"Now you tell us when you want us to stop," Adam said. "You tell us when we're going to be able to walk safely out of here with you. You tell us and Donald will stop."

Donald locked the door. He dropped down to his knees and unbuckled the girl's jeans. He rolled them down her hips. Andrea tried to scream again but Adam held her mouth shut easily.

Donald got the jeans down to the girl's hips. He put his hand underneath her blue panties and began caressing her bare ass cheeks.

"Just nod your head when you want it to stop," Adam said.

Andrea watched in horror as Donald ripped the panties away. He put one strong arm under the girl's waist and lifted her easily.

He walked the girl to Andrea's desk. He positioned her so that her milky-white ass was easily reached.

This can't be happening! Andrea thought, but she knew it was happening, and that only she could stop it.

She almost got sick when she saw the man reach for his zipper. He tugged it down and pulled out his huge prick. He was already hard. He pulled apart the cheeks of the girl's ass and put his prick against her asshole.

"Okay," Andrea mumbled through Adam's hand. He couldn't hear her. She nodded hard and Adam took his hand away.

"Okay," Andrea said again.

"You're going to do what we say?"

"Yes," Andrea said. "Oh God, yes, only let that poor child go!"

Donald grinned -- an evil grin. He slapped the girl on the cheeks of her ass and then pulled up her pants. He buttoned them carefully around her body.

"Put her in the closet," Adam said.

Donald picked her limp form up and walked to the closet with her. He opened the door and let her slump down in one corner.

"Is she going to be all right?" Andrea asked.

"She'll be fine," Donald said pleasantly. "Only a little headache."

"Worry about yourself," Adam said.

There was nothing she could do. She had to do what they said and look out for a chance to escape.

She had never been so frightened as she walked with them to their car. She had often thought about how she would handle a man trying to rape her, and she was sure that was what they had in mind. But now that she was in the position, she could think of nothing to help her to escape. Maybe if she just gave in. But one look at their faces and she knew they might hurt her anyway. Maybe even kill her. Her legs went weak at the thought.

"This way to the car," Adam directed.

She got in the car between the two men. She saw many of her students walking around, but she didn't dare call out to any of them.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To the woods, baby," Adam said. "Isn't that the best place to get it on?"

So they were going to rape her. Well that was what she had expected.

"Listen," she said. "I won't fight. I'll give you what you want if you just won't hurt me."

"Anything we want?" Adam questioned.

"Yes," she agreed.

"Then how about getting me ready? My cock is kind of cramped in all these clothes."

Andrea looked at his grinning face. It held no mercy. She looked down between his legs and took a deep breath. She told herself that she must be strong. Just get it over with as quickly as possible and maybe they would let her go.

She reached over and touched him gently between the legs.

"Look at this," Adam said. "She can't wait to get it."

She began to rub his cock, trying to control the nausea that was rising in her throat. Her hands trembled as she rubbed his cock. She could feel him growing hard under her caress.

"Take it out, sweet thing," Donald said in her ear. "Take it out and look at what you're playing with."

She kept telling herself that it couldn't be happening to her. She had lived a good life. She had always tried to be kind and considerate. Why should this thing be happening to her? She wanted to be home. She wanted to be anywhere else but sitting in this car.

"I said take it out," Donald demanded.

Slowly, she unzipped Adam's fly. It made a booming noise in the silence of the car. She could hear her own breathing as she reached inside his trousers.

She was suddenly looking at her painted nails. She had painted them pink that morning to go along with the conservative pink dress and blouse she had worn. Her pink nails, her long slender fingers, looked strange going into his trousers.

"You're slow as hell," Donald rasped.

She felt around in his trousers until she found the stiff shaft. She pulled his under shorts away from it and released his rigid cock. She put her fingers around it and began to slide the loose skin back and forth.

"Now that's nice," Adam said. "Real nice. How about showing my brother Donald how nice it is?"

She went through the painful process once more. She had two rigid cocks in her hands, and she slowly massaged them until she could feel them reach their full strength.

She was staring straight ahead. She could not bring herself to stare down into the laps of the two men. It was as though some other women were holding their pricks.

"Something nice about your hands, Mrs. Hartley. Something real nice."

She noticed that Adam was turning off the main highway onto a dirt road.

"Hey," Donald said. "This is the wrong road."

"I know," Adam said. "I thought I'd pull down here into the trees so that Mrs. Hartley would have room to work. No need to go up to the house right away."

"Good idea," Donald said. "I was getting kind of horny myself."

"We sure are breaking a lot of the Boss' rules, though," Adam commented.

"Don't worry about him," Donald said.

Andrea wished that she knew what they were talking about. She wondered who the Boss was and what he had to do with her being raped.

Adam parked the car. They were underneath some trees, and the main road was not visible.

"Okay," Adam said, leaning back in his seat. "Go ahead and play sucker."

Andrea couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had readied herself for rape, but they were asking something else. Something dirty! She couldn't do that. She had never done it for any of her lovers.

"I won't do that," Andrea said. "You can rape me but I won't do that."

She felt the blow smash against the back of her head and it made her dizzy. Again Donald hit her. She couldn't get away from him. He struck her in the body and it hurt like hell. She was practically climbing into Adam's lap trying to escape the shower of blows that fell on her. Finally he stopped.

She was sobbing.

"Never say you're not going to do something," Donald said. "I get awfully mad. Now suck our pricks, you bitch."

Andrea knew there was nothing she could do. She lowered her head and took the tip of Adam's prick into her mouth. The taste wasn't as bad as she had expected. In fact, there was rather a pleasant taste to him.

"That's good," Adam said. "That's a good girl. Now you're getting with it."

She sucked more of his cock into her mouth.

"Use your lips and tongue."

She didn't know exactly what he wanted, so she simply started moving everything a little; Adam seemed to enjoy it. He rolled his head back and groaned.

"That's it, baby," he said. "Now you've got it."

She found herself oddly delighted with his compliment. It was ironic to be getting a compliment from a rapist, and even more ironic to be pleased by it. But she was.

Donald was not idle. She felt his hands playing under her dress. She steeled herself for the invasion of her private parts. One of his hands slipped up her thigh and began rubbing her crotch.

She tried to ignore his busy hand and to concentrate on what she was doing. She had never before wanted to suck a prick, but she was getting a strange sensation from sucking Adam's. She knew it was impossible, but it was almost like she was enjoying it.

"Abhhh gawd, sweet thing," Adam groaned. "You're tearing it up. I didn't know you had it in you."

She almost jerked her head back as she tasted the first of his juices. It would have been a mistake. She knew that she would have received a harsh beating if she had drawn back.

She controlled her initial distaste and continued her sucking. She could feel him growing in her mouth, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he exploded.

She didn't want him to choke her, so she drew her head back far enough so that only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. That had been a good idea, for a moment later he began to pour gobs of jism into her waiting mouth.

"Shit!" he cried. "Oh shit, that's good! I needed a good sucking mouth!"

She found that she liked the taste of his cum. That was strange, for she had always been so disgusted at other women who actually swallowed their lovers' semen. But there was a taste to it that excited her.

"Now it's my turn," Donald said.

She turned around and put her mouth on Donald's prick. His was easier to suck. It was bigger than Adam's, but she had already learned a few tricks that had made Adam go out of his head. She tried the same tricks with Donald.

"Jesus Christ!" Donald yelled. "Mother fuck!" His prick immediately began pouring forth its load of hot cum, and Andrea took it all. She kept her mouth on his cock until he was drained dry, and he had collapsed against the back of the seat.

Andrea sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her blouse. Both men looked satisfied, and she wondered if they would now let her go. Maybe she could escape while they were in this condition. She took another look at Donald's rough face and changed her mind. Donald would enjoy killing her if she tried to make an escape. She would have to wait for a better time.

"Christ," Adam said. "You sure learn how to suck cock fast. Are you sure you haven't been sucking cocks before this?"

"Never," Andrea said.

"Goddamn," Adam said. "You sure learn fast." He started the car again. Andrea wondered where they were going as they drove back onto the road. They drove only for a few minutes before they turned off on another dirt road. This one ended in front of a house.

"End of the ride," Adam said. "Get out of the car."

She allowed herself to be pulled out of the car. She walked behind him into the house. She didn't know what to expect but she didn't expect the purple room and the chains. Suddenly she had a bad feeling that this was going to be more than just rape.

"Please," she said. "Don't hurt me. Just let me go. I won't tell anyone anything. Just let me go."

"But we're not finished with you," Adam said. "You still want to fuck me?" she asked.

"Of course," Adam said. "Isn't that the whole idea? Now how about taking your clothes off?"

She started to refuse but caught herself. She was smart enough to know that another refusal would only bring another beating. She would have to go along with things until she could find another time to escape.

She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. It was chilly in the room. Goosebumps started along her arm. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She closed her eyes and let it fall down to the floor.

"Whew," Adam said. "You've got bigger tits than I thought. Very, very nice."

She felt his eyes explore her body. She felt dirty as his eyes probed her like tiny fingers. She heard Donald come in behind her.

"Well, hurry up," Adam commanded sharply. "Get the rest of it off."

Praying that she wouldn't have to, Andrea pulled the zipper down on her skirt. She stepped out of it. She was wearing a slip and she got out of it also.

Now she was dressed in her garter-belt, stockings and her yellow panties. She wished she hadn't decided to wear a garter-belt that morning. She could tell that the men were even more turned on by it.

"Well, well," Adam said. "Isn't that nice. A garter-belt. I haven't seen one of those in a while. It kind of makes my prick jump."

"Mine too," Donald said from behind her. His rough hands came around her waist and flattened against her titties. He began to squeeze them gently, his fingers caressing her nipples. They grew hard, despite herself.

"Now look at that," Adam said. "She's getting turned on. I bet you like to have men play with your nipples."

She closed her eyes as his fingers kept fingering her clit. She tried to think that she was somewhere else, or that it was her husband's hands on her, so she would not get sick.

"I asked you a question!" Adam's voice was like a slap in the face. "When I ask a question I expect an answer!"

"What?" Andrea asked.

"I asked you if you liked for men to suck on your nipples and play with your tits."

"Yes," Andrea admitted.

"I thought so. Do many of your students get a chance at those tits or do you save it for your husband?"

"I save it," she said.

"You fucking liar," he said savagely. He twisted one of her tits and she cried out in pain. "I know some students have been getting some of your nookie. Don't they?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"Good. Tell me the truth. I can't stand a liar."

They all heard the sound of the cars at the same time. Adam looked puzzled. He pushed her to the floor and stepped to the door.

"What the hell?" he said.

Andrea couldn't see anything, but she heard the voices. There seemed to be a lot of them.

"Let us in," someone said.

"Hell no," Donald snarled. "You've got no business here. You boys get off our property."

Andrea screamed as loud as she could.

"Help me!" she pleaded. "Someone help me!"

She saw Adam turning with an angry look on his face and then someone pushed him. He turned, with his face contorted in fury, but a pile of boys rushed through the door at once. Adam and Donald were both strong, rugged men, but they were no match for the two dozen young men that piled in on them.

They fought and cursed but they were quickly pinned to the floor, and fists lashed out, turning their faces into a bloody pulp.

Andrea felt herself lifted up in strong arms. A wrap of some kind was put around her body. A soft voice spoke in her ear.

"Come on. We'll just get out of here. You can get dressed outside."

Someone pushed her out and she was handed her clothes. All of the boys were inside, and she had no trouble dressing. She was able to walk back inside once she was dressed.

The boys had taken Adam and Donald Cross and had chained them together. They had stripped off all their clothes and they didn't look so scary any more.

A couple of the boys went out to the car and came back with baseball bats. One boy approached Andrea.

"Come on," he said. "I'll take you home."

"No," Andrea said firmly. "I want to watch." It was horrible but it was fascinating. The Cross brothers received as methodical a beating as they had ever given to anyone. It lasted ten minutes.

"We'll leave them here," the leader of the boys said. "We'll be back tomorrow and every day after that for a week. Then we'll let them go. I don't think they'll bother anyone after that."

Andrea looked into the Cross brother's eyes. The pride was gone. Only fear remained. She seriously doubted that they would ever harm anyone again.


One of the boys drove Andrea home. He was the slender smiling boy they called Andrew. She liked his looks. She liked the strength of character in his face and the kindness in his eyes.

"What do you do on the football team?" she asked.

"I'm the quarterback," he answered.

Her husband was still at school. Andrew offered to walk in with her. He noticed how she was still shaking a little.

"Thank you," she said. "I have to phone the school and make sure that little girl is all right. I'm sure I can offer you something cold to drink."

He looked pleased at that prospect. She phoned the school once she was inside. The girl had been found but she was saying nothing. Andrea offered her apologies for missing the rest of the afternoon. She was glad the girl had said nothing. That would spare them all a lot of embarrassment.

"I'll get you that cold drink now," she told Andrew. "Do you like beer or would you prefer Coke."

"Beer would be nice," he said quickly.

Andrea went into the kitchen and opened two cold beers. She wondered how she could feel so calm inside. After all, she had just been forced to suck off two brutal men. A thing she had never done before in her life. Yet, she was not upset. She could only remember the feeling of power as she went down on the men, the feeling that she controlled them.

It was a pleasant feeling, and it left her kind of tingly.

"Thank you," Andrew said as she handed him his beer. Andrea studied his face. He didn't look old enough to drink beer. Kids were learning things earlier in life.

She wondered about his sex life. A momentary glimpse flashed through her mind of herself on her knees kissing Andrew's prick. She tried to block the thought out of her mind, but she couldn't. She kept thinking that his young prick would be so strong and hard and that she wouldn't be so frightened as she sucked him.

"Are you doing well in school, Andrew?" She was trying casual conversation to take her mind off of sex.

"Yes," he said, slowly sipping his beer. She almost laughed at his wry face. Evidently she had been right about him not being used to beer.

"Are you going to college?" she asked.

"No," he said.

"You don't talk much, do you?"

He blushed. She realized that he had been staring at the strip of white flesh revealed by her skirt as she sat down. She pulled her skirt back over her knees. He tried to look away but his eyes kept coming back to her.

"Andrew," she said quietly. "You don't have to be afraid to look at me. I'm a woman and you're a young man."

"You're beautiful," he said.

"I'm hardly that," she said, "but thanks just the same. And you should know what I look like. After all, I wasn't hiding much when you came in."

Andrew looked down at his hands. "Those animals," he whispered. "I could kill them."

"Your friends did a very nice job on them. I don't think they'll be bothering any other women for quite a long time. In fact, after that beating they may not be able to bother anyone else."

"But they hurt you," he said.

Andrea stood and walked over beside him. She sat down. This time her skirt went up above her knees and she didn't pull it down. Let the poor boy look, she thought. It won't hurt me and it seems to be doing a lot for him.

"Andrew," she said. "They didn't really hurt me and I'll get over it. But you shouldn't hate them so much. I can see that in your eyes."

"They hurt Cindy too," he said.

"Is Cindy your girlfriend?"

"Not really," he said. "She's the only..."

He seemed to realize what he was saying and he cut it short. He finished the last of his beer and looked away.

"She the only girl you've ever made love with?" Andrea asked.

"Yes," Andrew admitted.

"Was she good?"

"She was wonderful."

Andrea placed a slender hand on his thigh. She was surprised to find that his leg was so hot. She squeezed his thigh and noticed an immediate bulge in his trousers.

"Did you like me naked?" Andrea asked. "Oh yes," he said. "You were beautiful."

"More beautiful than Cindy?" she teased. "More beautiful than anybody."

"That was a nice thing to say," she whispered. "You deserve a reward for that."

She bent her head to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his head. She felt his lips mash against hers and his strong arms go around her waist. For a brief second she thought of pushing him away, but then the resistance in her seemed to melt and heat rushed down her thighs.

"Andrew," she said, breaking away.

He looked crestfallen. He looked as if he would die if she turned him down. Andrea had no intention of turning him down. She just wanted a little more privacy.

"Come on," she said. "Let's go to my bedroom."

He followed after her quickly. Once inside her bedroom she turned on him. She was taller than he was but he had well-formed muscles underneath his shirt. She ran her hand across the muscles of his chest and felt herself react.

He was a beautiful young man. Such a beautiful young man would have a beautiful cock. She found herself reaching between his legs. His cock was hard.

Now he took control. She had believed she was going to have to guide him in his inexperience, but there was nothing inexperienced about him now. His hands went to her breasts and he began caressing them gently.

"Ummm," she whispered. "Your fingers feel good."

His mouth came against hers and his tongue slipped between her lips. She had thought herself a mature woman who could handle her sex urges, but he was making her feel like a giddy fifteen-year-old schoolgirl. His kisses were driving her up the wall.

She felt her knees getting weak and he picked her up. She was surprised. She was a good, hefty gal and he carried her easily to her bed. There was no strain on his face as he lowered her onto her back on the bed.

"Goodness," she said as his mouth once more glued onto hers.

His hands were doing things. He had her buttons unbuttoned and he was caressing her, breasts through the bra. Her nipples were rock hard, and she was getting too hot in her bra.

"Pull it off," she whispered. "Take it off!"

He reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. He pulled it off her shoulders and looked down at her naked flesh.

"You have beautiful titties," he said. "So creamy white and kissable."

"Then kiss them," she begged. "Kiss my tits!"

He lowered his head and began to bite gently on her nipples. It sent hot impulses from her tits to her pussy. She hadn't realized that she could get so hot so quickly. But he was making her skin a mass of flaming desire. Even her husband had never made her feel so good.

"Jesus," she said. "Take my clothes off, Andrew. Take them all off."

Andrew drew back. He couldn't believe his luck. It had only been a couple of days before that he had lost his virginity, and he was now lying in bed with the best-looking woman he had ever seen. Her titties were fuller, her nipples larger, than the women he had looked at in the movies or in the magazines. She could have easily been a centerfold girl.

Now his hands moved up her thighs and rubbed at her panty-covered crotch. He slipped his hand into her panties and cupped the warm cheeks of her ass.

"That feels so good," Andrea said.

He took hold of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her ass and he slipped the panties off her legs. He pushed her dress up to her waist and looked hungrily at her black bush.

He had seen pictures of boys kissing girls down there. He had once told himself that he would never do that. It would be too disgusting, too filthy.

But now he couldn't resist. He lowered his head and let his tongue trail up her thighs until he was kissing her black thatch.

"God," she said. "God, that feels good. Eat me, Andrew. Please eat me!"

He put his tongue into her warm pussy and found that he liked the taste. He drove it in farther and liked the way she pushed her crotch out at him. She began to grow wet there as he explored with his tongue. He found her clit by accident.

His tongue brushed against her clit and she jumped. A soft moan escaped her and he knew that that made her feel exceptionally good.

He decided to explore further. It felt like she had a hard tiny prick there. He kissed it and she cried out. He began to rub her clit briskly with his tongue, and it nearly drove her crazy.

"Jesus Christ!" she cried. "Oh Jesus, what are you doing to me, Andrew?"

He lifted his head and saw that her head was thrown back. Her black hair fell free around her naked tits and looked really good. She was shaking her head and moaning. Her tongue was wetting the corner of her lips and her eyes were half-closed. Her hands were clutching her forehead.

He pushed his face harder into her sweet-tasting pussy and captured the hard knob of her clit in his lips. It drove her even wilder. He was afraid that her screams could be heard all over the neighborhood.

"Oh Andrew!" she said. "You've got to stop! I want your dick! I want your hard young cock in my pussy! Please!"

He drew back. She helped him to undress. Her hands worked frantically at his buttons until he was completely naked. Andrea ran her fingers lightly over his hard chest.

So young and strong! She ran her hand lower, liking the feeling of the muscles of his belly and then to his proud young cock standing at attention.

"You are beautiful too," Andrea whispered. Her cunt was burning hot, but first she had to sample his merchandise. The Cross brothers had made her suck cock, but she had found that she liked the taste. Now she knew she would never again do without it.

She captured his gleaming red cock-head between her lips. He tasted good. She licked off a drop of jism that had already formed on his cock.

"I've got to get in you," he said. "Ahhh!" she said. "The impatience of youth."

"But you have to stop or I'm going to come." She found she didn't mind. In fact, she wanted to taste his cum. She wanted to drink his white seed down, to feel the salty taste of him filling her mouth and throat until she couldn't breathe. Once more she drew him into her mouth all the way down to his heavy balls.

"I'm going to come," he panted.

He was true to his word, for a half second later his cum splashed into her mouth in rivers. She couldn't contain it all. It filled her mouth and overflowed onto her chin and cheeks.

She sucked him until he was dry and then she licked his cum off her cheeks and lips. She loved the taste. There was nothing like it in the world.

"God," Andrew said.

She lowered her mouth again. She knew he was young and knew he was strong enough to come again and again. She wanted him quickly. She wanted his hard cock ramming into her wet pussy. She sucked on his cock hard and was rewarded by his coming to immediate attention.

She pushed him down on his back and climbed on top of him. He watched as she positioned herself over his cock. She dropped down slowly. She had a small pussy. No matter how many times she fucked she was always hard to get into, and though Andrew was young he had a good cock.

She felt his cock-head going into her cunt and Andrew tried to give a shove.

"Don't," she warned. "Just go easy and let me do the work or you might hurt me."

He was immediately still. She had a passing thought of the Cross brothers and how they would have treated her sensitive pussy. They wouldn't have waited for her to be ready. They would have just driven their cocks in and probably torn her apart.

She lowered herself a little more. His cock was squeezed by her tight pussy. She could see his eyes and knew that he was pleased the way that all men were when they first tried to fuck her.

"I'm very tight," she explained. "It hurts me getting you in but once you're in -- look out!"

He couldn't wait and he gave another little push and this time his cock went into her cunt. It was a very tight fit. For a minute she was in pain. His cock was bigger than her husband's and maybe bigger than any she had ever had. She waited until the pain went away before she began to bounce up and down on his cock.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Andrew said. "Nothing ever felt as good as you."

"Not even Cindy?"

"Cindy's was loose compared to what you've got."

She laughed. She liked a man who was appreciative. Her cunt was getting well lubricated now, and it was growing easier to bounce on his cock. In fact, she was beginning to feel good.

"That's good," she said. "Play with my tits, please."

His hands came up and began to squeeze her swinging tits, and it helped her to feel even hotter. She could feel his cock sliding deep into her cunt now, and brushing against her cunt walls.

"Jesus," she said. "Oh Jesus."

Fires were starting in her cunt. Fires that would soon be burning out of control. She began to bounce faster and her hands came up to pull at her dark hair.

Andrew liked the picture of her pulling on her hair and dancing on his cock. He liked to see her milky-white tits swing as she bounced, and he liked the tightness of her cunt.

He knew he was not going to be able to last long. Everything felt too good. He could already feel the tingle in his balls, and the first drop of jism was coming from his cock.

"Jesus!" she cried. "I can feel you coming! I can feel you squirting your hot cum into me! Oh God, it feels so good!"

They dropped together on the bed with his prick still inside her. They lay like that for a few minutes and then his prick began to grow again. She looked at him in surprise.

"What," she said. "Are you ready again?"

He was. He began to move gently inside her and she felt her passions rise again. He was good. He was very damned good. His prick was taking her places she had never gone before.

"Fuck," she said. "I've never gone this quick before. Never in my life."

But she was going again and too quickly. She felt the tingles in her pussy begin and then she felt his prick expand as he began to shoot his cum into her again.

"Jesus!" she said. "Here I go again! Ohh, I'm coming! Oh fucking shitttt!"

She looked down at Andrew in amazement. There was a soft smile on his face. "You're some stud," she said.

The halls of her high school were quiet as Leslie Carter finished her work. She was happy with herself. The election had been held that morning and Leslie had been elected head cheerleader. All her planning and hard work had finally paid off.

It took a little extra work, of course, like staying after school to finish the dance bulletins. She whistled a little tune as she wiped the printing press and put the cover back on. The girls would give out the dance bulletins the next day.

Of course, it was customary for the head cheerleader to date the captain of the football team. Sherry was simply furious, but Jim went along with the ritual. He had already asked her to the dance.

She picked up her bulletins and turned off the lights. She had started down the dark hall when someone caught her by the arm. She screamed.

"Shut up, Leslie," Jim said. "It's only us."

Leslie looked around at familiar faces. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was only Jim and Andrew from the football team.

"Good Lord!" Leslie said. "You nearly scared me right out of my panties!"

"That's the idea," Jim said, grinning at her.

She thought he was joking. She grinned back at him, but there was something strange in his face. Something that made her feel kind of crawly.

"I have to be going," Leslie said.

"So soon?" Andrew questioned. "We thought we'd stand around and scare you some more. Maybe you really will lose your panties. I'd like that."

"So would I," Jim agreed.

"The jokes are not funny any more," Leslie said, jerking her arm away from his grasp.

"It's not a joke, Leslie," Jim said quietly.

Something in his tone made her grow cold. She didn't look back at him but hurried her pace as she walked to the door. She was nearly there when the door was blocked by a hulking giant. Another boy on the football team.

"Let me by," she said firmly.

"No," he said just as firmly. "You have to hang around. The party's just starting."

"What do you mean?"

"He means that the party's just starting, Leslie," a girl's voice said.

Leslie wheeled around. She knew the voice. Cindy stepped out of the dark shadows of the hallway. Behind her stood someone else, but Leslie couldn't see who it was. The person behind Cindy laughed. It was a girl's laugh and very high-pitched. Sherry! Leslie couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"What are you doing here?" Leslie asked.

"Well," Cindy said softly. "We thought you'd be lonely here all by yourself. We came to keep you company."

She realized that there were others in the hall. A lot of different male faces, and not just boys on the football team. There were a few basketball players and honor students. And all of her girls on the cheerleading squad.

Suddenly Leslie was very scared. She didn't know what they were all doing at the school, but she was afraid it wasn't going to be good for her.

"I'm leaving," she said.

The boy still had not moved from the door. She tried to go around and he stepped in her way. She tried the other side and again he moved.

"Get out of my way," she said, stamping her foot.

"No, Leslie," Jim said. "You're going to have to buy your way out."

"What do you mean?"

"The same way you bought your way into the head cheerleading position."

"But I didn't," she protested.

"You did. You see, we kind of got to talking about it and we decided that it was a dirty trick that you played on Cindy. Kind of like blackmail. We liked Cindy. She's a great girl. But you're a bitch, Leslie, and you got to be head cheerleader without paying any kind of price."

"Not even hard work," Sherry said. "I worked hard on routines to get to be head cheerleader. I sweated every day. I would have gotten it easily if you hadn't conned the boys."

"That's true," Jim said. "She had the best routines, but you got the job. Now you have to pay the price."

Leslie turned angrily on Cindy. "Tell them to let me go or I'll tell the Cross brothers that you've been talking about them. I will, Cindy."

"Ahhhh," Jim said. "The Cross brothers. Well you see, Leslie, it's like this. The Cross brothers have left town and they won't be back. They didn't like the atmosphere around here."

"They didn't like the baseball bats either," Andrew chuckled.

"I don't believe it," Leslie said.

"Then try and find them," Jim said. "We don't have to worry about them any more."

Leslie looked at his eyes and she knew he was telling the truth. She felt a cold shiver go up her spine. She looked around at the faces for some trace of sympathy. There was none.

"All right," she said reluctantly. "What's the price?"

"I'd have thought you'd know that," Jim said. "The same price that Cindy paid."

Leslie's face grew pale. She was no virgin. She had fucked many boys, but never more than one at a time, and never in front of such a crowd. She couldn't do anything like that. She wasn't a whore like Cindy.

"You're crazy," Leslie said.

Jim shrugged. "We're not going to force you. We're just going to keep you in the building until you agree."

"I know your father," Cindy said, smirking. "I know that he'll hit the ceiling if you come home late. He won't let you be a cheerleader any more. He probably won't be letting you date for a while either."

Leslie knew that every word Cindy uttered was true. Her father was a strict master. He liked his children to be home when they were supposed to be. He told them that they were old enough to have responsibility. If she wasn't home before dark then all sorts of things might happen. Her father was also quick to think of suitable punishments for his children who disobeyed him.

Leslie looked at her watch. She had more than three hours to go before dark. There was plenty of time to find a way out of the building.

"Let me think," Leslie said sweetly.

She was running down the hail before anyone realized what she was doing. She knew another door that the janitors came in by. She could reach it easily before they could catch up. She found a light switch in the dark hall and turned it on. She could see the janitors' door.

She pushed against it and it wouldn't open. She pushed again. A figure stepped out of the shadows. A boy she didn't recognize. He held a key in his hand.

"Sometimes they leave the key in," he said, smiling. "You can lock it from the inside and then nobody can get out."

She backed away from him. "You bastard," she said.

"Why don't you give it up, Leslie?" he said. "You can't get out until dark unless you pay your way."

"You bastards," she said again. "All of you are bastards."

He shook his head sadly. "You pay or you don't get out."

She thought of another door. Down the hall near the gym. She turned on her heel and fled down the hall. Her lungs were getting tired and she gasped for breath. She found the stairs. She took the stairs two at a time.

The door was at the end of the hall. Another smiling face waited for her.

"You can't get out," the girl said. "Not unless you pay their price."

"Goddamn you!" Leslie said.

One more door. They could have forgotten it, and they might not even know that she knew about it. The one in the boys' locker room. It stayed open most of the time.

She started running again. Once more she took to the stairs, going deep into the basement part of the building. She turned at the door marked BOYS' DRESSING ROOM.

The room smelled of dirty sweat socks. She ran down the long hall and into the rear where the lockers were. The door was open. She laughed with delight. And then it closed. She couldn't see who must have been standing behind it but she could hear someone's low laughter on the outside.

"Oh shit," she said.

She was beaten. There were no more doors except for the back door, and she knew they would have that one locked. What was she going to do? She walked slowly back up the stairs to the front hall. The rest of them were still waiting at the front door.

"Well?" Jim asked, smiling. "Have you decided?"

"I couldn't get out," she said pitifully.

"Of course not," Jim agreed. "We planned this very carefully. There's nothing for you to do but make a choice."

"That's right," Sherry said. "Make your choice. Do you want the cheerleading job bad enough to take on the boys, or don't you? If you don't then we'll just wait here until dark."

"You're a little bitch," Leslie snarled.

"I am," Sherry agreed, "But not half the bitch you are."

Leslie had an idea. She smiled sweetly at Jim. "Is this all your idea?"

Jim looked proud. "Most of it."

"Then why share me? Why don't we just go somewhere and you can have me all to yourself? Wouldn't you like that better?"

Jim pursed his lips as if he were considering the possibility.

"I see what you mean," he said. "Why don't you and I go somewhere?"

"Yes," Leslie said quickly.

"You mean you're willing to give me some pussy?" Jim asked, his eyes shining.

"We could go somewhere and talk about it," Leslie suggested sweetly.

"I don't want to talk about it. I want a promise if I let you go, you'll let me have a piece of your ivory ass."

Leslie looked around. Her voice grew hard. "Yes, damn you. Did you have to make me say it out loud?"

"Where?" Jim asked.

Leslie couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What the hell difference does it make?"

"I just want to know where," Jim said. "Will we do it at your house or at mine, or in the woods or what? Where will I get to fuck you?"

"I don't know!" Leslie said savagely. "Anyplace you want. I don't care if we do it in the Goddamned back seat of your car, but let's get away from these grinning fools."

Jim pursed his lips again. "No deal," he said finally.

Again Leslie couldn't believe him. "You mean you're turning me down?"

"I am," Jim said. "You see, I don't think your pussy would be as good as Cindy's if you worked at it, and I like Cindy. I'm doing this for her. So you make your choice. It's all or nothing, Leslie."

They waited in silence. Leslie was searching her mind furiously for an answer but there wasn't any. It was as simple as black and white. Either she fucked or she went home after dark and lost most of her freedom. It wasn't just the cheerleading job but she would also lose some of the clubs she belonged to. And clubs were a good way to meet older girls in college, girls who would sponsor Leslie for their sororities. And the right sororities helped a girl meet the right kind of boy. The rich kind!

"All right, damn you," Leslie said. "Where do you want me?"

"How about the English classroom?" Sherry suggested. "They've been doing a play and they have some soft carpet spread on the floor of their mock set. After all..." Sherry's voice was mocking, "...we want her ass to be comfortable even if it is getting screwed off."

There was laughter all around.

She followed them into the English classroom. There were more than two dozen people in the crowd. The stage was at the front of the room. Most of the boys and girls took seats in the classroom. Leslie was left standing alone on the raised platform.

There was a mock tree and a background of a painted river and a soft carpet on the floor that resembled grass. Leslie turned to look at the grinning faces of the students.

"Well?" she asked. "What do you want me to do?"

"Let's have a little strip first," Sherry suggested. "Let's see what you have to offer the boys."

Again she searched the grinning faces for sympathy, but there was no sympathy to be found. She sighed. She stood very still as she waited. There was absolutely no sound in the still school.

"All right," Cindy said harshly, breaking the silence. "Sherry and I want to see something. Let's get on with it!"

Leslie knew that the next day this would be all over the school. The boys would smirk at her and tell ugly stories. They would start treating her the way they treated Cindy at times, taking any liberty that they chose. The word would be out that she would be fresh meat for anybody.

But it couldn't be helped. She would just have to live with her new reputation.

She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall.

"Look at them titties," Jim said.

"Take the bra off, honey," Cindy urged. "Give the boys what they want."

"Do you need help?" Sherry asked.

Leslie reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. She kept it on her tits for a moment and listened to the loud groaning of the boys. Finally she let it fall. A low whistle went through the room. Some of the boys clapped their hands.

"It's nice to be appreciated," Leslie said.

"We appreciate your tits," Jim said.

She reached down and unzipped her dress and let it fall. Now she wore only a pair of dark panties. She could feel the boys' hot eyes ogling her snatch.

"Take the panties off," Jim whispered. "Let's see it all. Let's see the kind of bargain we're getting."

She put her fingers underneath the waist of her panties and slid them down. She lifted one leg to pull them off. This time there were no catcalls. There was a silence throughout the entire room. Leslie looked at them proudly. She knew she had a body she could be proud of.

"Jesus Christ," Jim said. "You are a good looking piece. Nobody can argue with that."

"Turn around," Cindy urged.

Leslie did a turn. She felt the eyes of the students explore every part of her naked body. Suddenly she felt good. She knew there was no part of her body that couldn't be appreciated.

"Jesus Christ," Jim said again.

"Well," Leslie said. "Who's going to be first?"

There was never any doubt of that. Jim was out of his seat in a second. His fingers fumbled at his trousers and then he had them open. His hard slab of meat poked through the opening.

"Lay down," he said.

Leslie lay on the soft green carpet. Jim was on top of her in a minute. She reached between their legs and grasped his hot prick. She began to run her fingers up and down his rod.

"Jesus," he said.

His face nuzzled at her tits and Leslie felt the warmth of lovemaking begin to consume her body. She liked the feel of his hard cock rubbing against her leg. It didn't matter that the others were watching. Nothing mattered except the lips that were sucking on her tits and the cock she was rubbing in her hand.

"Jesus Christ," Jim said for the fourth time. "You feel so good, Leslie. So fucking good."

"Do I?" Leslie asked.

"Oh yes. Your skin is so soft, so warm. You taste so good."

His lips pulled at her nipples and it caused her a tingly excitement. His tongue trailed down her stomach and entered her navel. She pushed his head lower and he began to kiss her already wet pussy.

"Oh God," Leslie said. "Oh God, that feels good. I've got to have you inside me. Please get inside me!"

Jim didn't wait to be asked twice. He came up her body and rested his strong chest against her tits. His hard prick probed between her legs and she opened her thighs wider.

"That's it," she said. "Put it in."

Jim gave a soft moan as he pushed his prick into her slippery cunt. His hard prick sent a shiver of excitement up her spine. She could feel his pole rubbing against her clit as he fucked her.

"Oh shit, I love it," she moaned.

"Do you love it?" he asked.

"Oh yes! I love your fucking hard dick! I love the way it goes into me! Oh fuck me harder, Jim!"

Jim could feel her hot cunt flesh squeezing his cock, and it nearly drove him wild. He began to fuck her faster, driving his long, hard pole deep into her cunt.

"That's it, baby," she moaned. "That's the way to fuck me. Oh, Jim!"

His burning cock continued to slash into her warm cunt flesh, and she could feel him growing inside her, his great cock-head filling with blood.

"Here I come, baby!" Jim cried. "Here I come! I'm going to shoot in you!"

She lifted her long legs and wrapped them around his back as his cock began to spew out its creamy juice. She received every drop with her legs squeezing his body and her cunt pushing up at him for more.

"Ahhhhih God," she moaned as her own climax began. "Ahhh shit, that feels good! Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck!"

She couldn't help the way she moved against him, mashing her big tits against his chest, feeling her cunt flood him with her wet juices. "Gawdalmighty!" she cried. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it was going to burst right through her skin.

"Jesus," she breathed as the last of the excited tingles rocked her lush body.

Jim rolled away. He lay on his back with his breath coming in great gasps. His prick lay limp between his legs. She lowered her head and took his limp cock in her mouth and drank the last of his wonderful jism.

"Damn!" Sharon said. "I thought they were going to tear the building down!"

Her voice was weak, and Leslie lifted her head to look at her. Sharon was breathing shallowly and her legs were parted. Leslie could see up her short cheerleader skin almost to her crotch.

"Who's next?" Leslie asked, looking directly at Sharon.

Nobody moved. Sharon blushed as she realized that everybody was looking at her. She closed her parted legs. She couldn't hide the fact that her skin was fiery hot, and that she was turned on by what she had just witnessed.

"Go ahead, Sharon," Cindy said. "You can be next."

All the boys were stating at her now. There was a silence in the room that all were afraid to break. Slowly Sharon stood up. Her hands went to the zipper on her skirt and she undid it.

The boys let out a low sigh. They had expected a lot of things this evening but not what was happening. There wasn't a boy there who hadn't looked with fondness at Sharon's lithe legs, her full titties, her auburn hair, her pouting mouth; and every boy there had dreamed of putting his cock between her white thighs.

But they had never even expected to be able to feast their eyes on her lush body. It was a shock as Sharon undressed. She was as beautiful as they had believed. Her skirt hit the floor and then her panties. She pulled her letter sweater over her head. She wore no bra. Her big, milky-white titties swung freely.

"Mother fuck," Cindy said. "Hers are bigger than I thought."

Sharon walked across the room to the set. She knelt down beside Leslie. Her hands began to caress Leslie's tits. Leslie needed no invitation. She could feel the heat coming from Sharon's body. She pushed Sharon backward and her hungry mouth found Sharon's tits.

"My God!" Andrew said. "Look at them go!"

Sharon was groaning and pulling Leslie's head closer to her proud tits. Leslie sucked as much of the flesh into her throat as she could. She had never sucked a girl before. She had never tasted the sweetness of another girl's flesh, but she was really enjoying it. It wouldn't take the place of a boy but it was delicious.

She moved her head lower so that her tongue was caressing the soft skin of Sharon's stomach.

"God!" Sharon cried. "Oh God! Eat me, Leslie! Please eat my cunt!"

Leslie moved down lower. Her tongue flicked experimentally at Sharon's auburn cunt. She liked the taste. She probed farther with her tongue. Sharon went crazy. Her hands caught behind Leslie's head and Leslie found herself pressed into Sharon's pussy.

She began to lick and suck on Sharon's hard little clit. Sharon began to tremble. Her pussy was already drenched with her hot juices caused from watching Leslie and Jim fuck. Now she was only moments away from her come.

"Oh shit," Sharon moaned. "Oh mother-fucking shit. You're making me crazy! I'm going to come! I'm going to come with your tongue! Oh baby!"

Sharon pushed her cunt against Leslie's face as she climbed to the stars in an orgasm that left her weak and trembling with excitement.

Leslie rolled away from Sharon and her tongue began to lap up Sharon's cunt juices from around her mouth.

"Oh God, am I horny!" Andrew cried.

Leslie looked up to see him tearing off his clothes. His prick jutted out strong and hard. Leslie rolled to her side and avoided him, but Sharon wasn't so lucky. She hadn't been expecting anyone to attack her, so she gave a jump when Andrew plunged his prick into her warm pussy.

"No, Andrew!" Sharon protested.

But there was no stopping Andrew. He had a smile on his face and both his hands full of Sharon's titties and he was going to fuck her to completion.

Leslie looked around at the others in the room. She was surprised to see that most of them were in various stages of undress. The three other girls on the cheerleading team were very nearly naked. One of the girls was trying to fight off two boys who had cornered her. One boy had his hand up her sweater and was brutally fondling her breasts. The other boy was on his knees between her legs and Leslie could well imagine what his tongue was doing.

"Oh help me!" the girl was crying. "Someone help me!"

But then a pleasured expression came over her face as the boy's tongue got more active.

"Oh don't help me," she moaned. "Don't help me."

All of the boys had their cocks out and were partly naked. Another of the football players approached Leslie. She didn't try to fight him off. She only smiled and spread her legs and he plunged his cock into her wet cunt.

Leslie heard a moan and she knew it could only be Cindy's. She turned her head slightly and saw the blonde-headed girl taking on two boys. One had his prick in her mouth and the other was furiously fucking her cunt.

Leslie smiled. She didn't feel so bad any more. It seemed like everybody had joined her little party. She turned her attention back to the boy who was fucking her. His prick was longer than she was used to, but he knew little about using it. She began to move her ass in a slow motion to get him to follow.

He was more than willing to fuck her any way that she wanted it. He began to follow her motion, and it made more friction against his prick.

"Dear Jesus," he moaned. "That feels good. I've needed that."

Sharon had turned Andrew over and now she was on top of him. Andrew was still squeezing her tidies except that now it was Sharon who was doing the moving. She was bouncing up and down violently on his hard cock. A look of intense pleasure was on her face.

"Fuck!" the boy fucking Leslie cried. "Oh fuck! Oh shit and fuck! I'm coming! I'm getting it offffffff!"

She opened her thighs wider as his cock drenched her cunt with his hot cum. She moved her ass when he threatened to stop his stroking, and that way drew even more cum from him.

He lifted off her and another boy took his place. Leslie didn't know his face. But she was familiar with the hard rod that plunged into her sperm-drenched cunt.

"Here I go!" the boy cried. "I'm fucking a girl! A real girl!"

"Not so hard!" Leslie protested, but this boy wasn't listening.

He was fucking her like he was angry at her and trying to beat her to death with his cock. Leslie tried to slow him down but nothing worked. He took hold of each of her tits with pinching hands.

"Easy!" Leslie pleaded.

"Dear fuck!" the boy said. "Oh shit! Here I come! I'm coming! Watch me shoot my wad!"

Leslie couldn't watch but she could feel. His blood-filled prick spewed forth a river of cum, and kept pouring until her cunt couldn't contain it all and it dripped between them.

He reached down and took his cock out. Leslie couldn't believe it. He was still coming. A stream of white poured from the end of his cock, splattering her on the stomach, titties and even on Sharon's back.

He moved up her body and crammed his cock into her mouth. He was immediately hard again. He pushed his cock further down her throat than it had a right to go. She couldn't protest because she could hardly breathe.

"Take it, baby," he moaned. "Take it all!"

Leslie wished he'd take his cock out of her mouth but there was no way to tell him that without choking. She had to start sucking him so she could keep her air passage open.

"Jesus," Sharon was moaning. "Oh Jesus, Andrew. Oh Jesus, it feels good."

Leslie turned her head slightly so she could see Sharon fucking Andrew to completion. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back in orgasmic pleasure. Her lips were parted and her tongue was licking at the corner of her mouth. Then Leslie could watch no more for she was too busy swallowing cum from her boy's cock. She swallowed until her mouth was raw and still he was pouring his jism down her throat. "Jesus Christ," she said as he finally pulled his limp prick out. "Haven't you ever fucked before?"

"No," he admitted, smiling. "I've never even jerked off. I didn't know what I was missing."

"Jesus," Leslie said again.


It was almost dark before Leslie got home. The football players had given her a ride. Sharon touched her arm before Leslie got out of the car.

"Leslie," she said. "There's no hard feelings. Can't we be friends from now on?"

Leslie looked around at the faces of Cindy, Jim and another boy in the back seat. They were friendly faces and she did like them.

"Of course we can," Leslie said. "We'll all be friends."

She gave Sharon's thigh a gentle squeeze and then ran one finger up her thigh to her crotch.

"Very good friends," she winked.

Everybody laughed good-naturedly as Leslie ran into the house.

Boss leaned his head back and shut his eyes. The rumble of the bus felt good to his tired body. He felt irritated despite the money stuffed away under the seat. Tax-free money! Any other time he would have felt good had it not been for the fact that he had had to leave the city so quickly.

He wondered why Mayor Pax had gotten so mad at him.

Everything had seemed to be going along fine until he had gotten that phone call that afternoon. It was very short and to the point. Get out of town, Boss.

Not that he minded leaving so much. He had been thinking about finding him a new town. Everything around there was getting to be dull routine. Besides, it didn't pay staying in one town for an extended period. His raffle could be set up just as easily in the next place.

What he did mind was missing out on the girl. Adam had told Boss about the red-headed girl who was ready for the raffle. Just a description of her had made Boss' mouth water. He had been horny for two days just thinking about her. And now he was still horny and with little prospect of sinking his cock into any pussy.

Boss looked around him on the bus. He was alone except for a little girl in the back row. She had a familiar look about her and he studied her for a moment. She reminded him of someone he knew but he couldn't remember exactly who.

But it was no good thinking about her, even if she was a pretty little thing. She looked about twelve, and one scream from her could end Boss' career forever.

He sighed and closed his eyes and tried not to think about the hard bulge in his trousers. There would be cunt in the next town if he could only wait.

"Mister?" a timid voice said.

He jumped, startled. He looked up to see the young girl looking at him.

"What do you want?"

"Could I sit down with you?"

"Why?" he asked.

"Just to talk. It's kind of lonely back there."

He studied the little girl. She wore a simple dress that reached her knees. Her legs were well formed for such a little girl. He did not like the idea of all that young flesh so close to him. It was like being in a candy store with no money. He would be too tempted to nibble.

"No," he said. "I don't think it would be a good idea."

"Please," she said. "Just for a little while."

"Hell," he said, giving up. "Okay. But just for a little while."

She smiled and slid into the seat next to him. Her simple dress slid up above her knees and showed some of her young thighs. Boss wanted to look away but his eyes feasted on the white flesh.

"What's your name?" he asked. "Kathy," she answered.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to Boston to live with my uncle. He's a policeman!"

"That's very nice," Boss said.

That was just another reason why he didn't want to mess around with this young girl. He looked out the window at the passing countryside.

"Would you like to kiss me?" Kathy asked.

He turned round with a shocked expression on his face. She looked innocent, and he couldn't really believe she had said what he thought she had.

"What?" he asked.

"I said would you like to kiss me? Lots of men like to kiss young girls."

"Well I don't," he said. "Want to bet?" she said.

Her eyes were teasing as she looked at him. She let her tiny hand fall on his thigh. He brushed her away. Her hand came back and her fingers were burning hot.

"I can tell you like me," she said.

Her hand fell against the bulge of his trousers.

She began to softly squeeze his cock. His prick began to grow harder, pushing at the zipper of his trousers.

"God," he groaned.

"Wait," she said. "I'll be back in a minute."

She stood up and walked to the back of the bus. He saw her go into her bag and come out with a blanket. She returned to him and spread the blanket over them.

"We wouldn't want the bus driver to see," she giggled.

Her soft, small hand once more came back to his prick. She fumbled for a moment until she found his zipper. She unzipped him and let his steel-hard cock out.

Tentatively she reached out and ran one finger up and down his cock.

"It's so hard," she said. "So very hard."

"Haven't you ever seen a man before?" Boss groaned.

"Only my brothers," Kathy admitted. "And it wasn't much fun with them. Is it going to be fun with you?"

"Oh yes," Boss said. "We're going to have lots of fun. Lots and lots."

She giggled again.

He took her small hand and wrapped it around his thick slab of meat. A thrill of delight went through him. He guided her small hand to slide up and down his cock.

"Does that feel good?" she asked.

"Shit yes," he said.

Leaning forward she touched the tip of his cock-head with her tongue. She liked the shiver that went through him. She also liked the taste of the small drops of fluid on the end.

"God," Boss groaned. "Eat me, Kathy. Eat me good, little girl."

Kathy opened her tiny lips and took in the massive head of Boss' cock. She ran her tongue down the thick vein in the rigid flesh, feeling him grow stronger in her mouth. She opened her lips even wider and took even more of his cock into her mouth.

"Oh God," Boss groaned. "Shit."

With one tiny hand she began to press his sensitive balls together. She liked the feel of his weighty balls in her fingers because she knew that he would have plenty of sperm to fill her mouth with.

He began to moan and she could feel his cock growing in her mouth. She could feel his pulse in his cock-head and the first taste of his salty sperm filled her throat.

"Jesus Christ," he said. "Oh Jesus, that feels so good, Kathy. So good."

She opened her mouth wider to receive as much of his offering as she could. He flooded her mouth and throat. She could feel his cum filling her mouth until she could barely contain it. She swallowed and kept swallowing until his prick quit pumping jism into her mouth.

"Ummmmmm," Boss said. "That was fantastic, little girl."

Kathy sat up, grinning. There was a spot of cum on her cheek and she licked it off.

"Will you do something for me now?" she asked.


"Will you fuck me?"

"Here?" Boss asked. "Wouldn't it be sort of obvious?"

"No. I could be your little girl and sit in your lap."

"Okay," Boss agreed. "You be my little girl."

Kathy drew up closer to him and took his hand. She placed it on her bare thigh. He felt the tingly heat of her legs and then the wetness of her crotch.

"Ohhhhhh," Kathy moaned as she climbed into his lap.

"You'd already taken your panties off," he accused.

"Of course," she giggled. "I didn't wear any. I knew I'd meet some nice man on the bus."

Boss slipped two fingers into her already juicy cunt and she began to move against him. Soft moans escaped her throat as his fingers found her clit.

"That's good," she said. "But I need your cock. I want your big cock in me."

He felt his cock stiffening again, and he pulled her closer. He grasped her soft little ass cheeks and lifted her until she was directly over his cock. Slowly she lowered onto his big prick.

He could feel her tight cunt stretching as she took his cock. His cock-head went past her outer lips. Her cunt was so fucking tight he couldn't believe it. Her tight cunt was squeezing deliciously at his hard cock.

"That's it," she moaned. "Deeper. Go deeper."

He pushed up into her, feeling his entire cock slip into her tight cunt. It felt good. Tingles went up and down the length of his cock.

"God, little darling," he said. "You've got the tightest cunt I've ever felt."

She began to bounce up and down furiously on his cock. He put his hands around her waist and then moved them up so that he could fondle her budding titties. The material of her dress was so thin that he could feel her tiny nipples growing hard under his caress. He could feel her tensing under his fingers.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "I can feel your hot cock. It feels so good. You're making me come. Oh shit, you're making me come!"

The friction of her tight twat against his prick was driving him crazy. He began to push into her harder, and his rock-hard cock filled with sperm.

"Here I comeeeeeeee!" Kathy shouted, and he was coming also, spewing his hot cum into her tight cunt.

She relaxed against him and closed her eyes.

"Oooh, you're a big lover," she whispered.

"I know," he said. "And you're not so bad yourself."

Boss was feeling better. He looked back out the window of the bus. Yes, there would always be other towns to hold his raffle in. And maybe he would just take this sweet young thing along with him.

"I think I will," he said out loud as he pulled her young body close.


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