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Shameless Ch. 01

By: squirrelzo



Author's Note: This is a story about a woman who is very inhibited, who meets a man, and starts working out some of her issues with him.

One of her issues is that she has incest fantasies, and she opens up and talks about them, though no actual incest or specific incest fantasies are described. 

There is a very mild d/s dynamic to this story. The male character has some pretty light domination fantasies. There is a lot of Daddy talk, and they enact a Daddy fantasy but I wouldn't call it role play per se.

But these little fetish-y things are really incidental to the story, which is about two people dealing with their fantasies, in the context of a relationship.

So Fair Warning!! If incest fantasy, Daddy, or d/s does NOT appeal to you, please do not progress!! 

The Beginning

Beth Lambert wanted to change her life. She didn't know how, she didn't know when, but something had to give.

She had a great job, friends, a beautiful apartment, she was slim and fit and, so she was often told, very pretty. She should have been happy, but she wasn't, and she knew why. She was 27 years old, and she had yet to have "great sex." She thought about it constantly. What was wrong with her? Why had this eluded her for so long? She had had boyfriends come and go, she had come close, but no mind-blowing, earth-shattering, or even just plain amazing sex had ever happened. It just hadn't, and she knew it. She felt like she was waiting, waiting. She just didn't get it.

Her girlfriends and sisters seemed to have no problem fucking their brains out--with strangers, boyfriends, husbands. She heard stories of their orgasms, their hot sex and random encounters and she felt like a complete dolt. She was a total dud in bars and nightclubs. Men would come up to her all the time and she would be stiff and cold, even if she liked them. She had experiences that would start great, but that always ended early, or trailed off into awkwardness. One time she had been in the middle of having pretty good sex with one guy and she had just stopped it, for no reason. Or, for a reason she didn't understand. She just seemed unable to go all the way mentally. 

She thought of it as her "sexual problem," though she certainly had no problems on her own, masturbating. She had a very active fantasy life, and she could make herself cum in a hundred ways. But she could not, or would not, let this sexuality out with a man.

Sometimes she thought she "just hadn't met the right person." But she knew damn well she had had many opportunities with the "right" man and she had still failed. If she was in love, in a committed relationship, it would probably be easier to work it out...but that wasn't happening anytime soon, and what was she supposed to do, live like a nun until it did? 

She didn't necessarily think falling in love and getting married was the solution. The only thing she could think was that she needed a lover, the right kind of lover for her. But she also knew if she actually said that she would only attract assholes.

It was spring. It was so beautiful outside. The days were getting warmer. For the past few weeks she had felt pressure inside her, building and building. She was in a mood. At night she would stand at the window or out on the balcony smelling the new scents in the air, her whole being tingling and aching. 

She started having a series of very vivid dreams. In one dream, she stood in front of a huge, beautiful turquoise lake. It was so gorgeous, so deep and inviting, but she never went in. She just stood and looked at it. In others, there were storms. Huge storm clouds on the horizon getting closer, then raging torrents that threatened to flood her house and she would wake up in a sweat.

She was someone whose outer and inner selves did not match, not at all. There were reasons for that, but Beth had not really wanted to delve into them. 

She was stuck, in life and in love. 

***

Across town, in the big city in which she lived, there was a man who also standing on his balcony breathing in the spring air, looking at the glimmering lights. He was 45. He stood in a t-shirt and boxers, thinking.

He was a cop—a detective, had been one for 15 years. He investigated soft crime—theft, fraud, political corruption. He'd never come near a murder. It was a good job, a good, satisfying career, and he had risen about as far as he could go. His work didn't consume him as it used to. There was nothing holding him back, now, from meeting someone. What else was there to do with life? But he had no idea how or where or when or who. 

He had been divorced now for two years, and he was ready to move on. He was not neurotic in any way, had no deep-seated issues. He'd enjoyed a wonderful, fulfilling relationship for as long as it had lasted, until it had all turned to shit. But, shit happens. He had dealt with it. Now, he wanted try again.

He wasn't necessarily looking to jump into marriage again, but he wanted more than "casual sex." He, too, wanted a lover. A partner, for a while at least. The right one. A good match. And he knew that a.) that was not easy to find and b.) you couldn't control it. It either happened or it didn't. 

So, he was waiting. Looking, longing a little, but still just...waiting. He'd know it when he found it, of that much he was sure. 

***

It took an ordinary incident to bring these two together, not when either one was trying or thinking about it, but just going about everyday life. 

Beth worked out every day at a gym, and one night her car got stolen.

She came out from her workout tired and sweaty, ready to go immediately crash at home, walked to the garage and just as she was figuring out that her car was somehow NOT where she had parked it, she heard tires squealing and saw her car—her own car!—peeling out of the garage. She got a glimpse of two guys in the front seat, two young assholes, one blonde and one dark-haired. Holy fuck! Do these things really happen? Apparently so! It was a city, after all, but damn was she pissed. That car was only one year old and she needed it for everything! How was she going to get to work? 

She immediately called 911. It was late, about 10:00. She yelled at the operator, "My car just got stolen! I SAW the assholes who took it!" 

"Ma'am, ok, calm down, where are you?"

She gave them all her info and sat and waited. How would she get home? What the FUCK! She got on the horn and called her friends, her sister, crying. She was still crying when the cop car pulled up and a really fat, tired-looking cop in a uniform got out. 

He was so blasé. Like he'd heard it all a million times. He took all her info, but when she told him she had seen who'd driven it away, he got more interested.

"Is that so? Do you think you could remember them if you saw them again?"

"Yes, of course, I got a good look at them."

"Well, we've had a bunch of these robberies lately and it sounds like our guys. Do you think you would mind coming into the station and talking to one of our detectives?"

"What, now?!"

"No, no ma'am. Here, here's my card. It's got the address on it, see? It's right down the street. Look, I've got all your information here, we'll be looking for it all night. But it would be great if you could come down to the station tomorrow, anytime."

"Well, sure, if you think that would help."

"It would. Now, do you need a ride home?"

***

She knew the police station. It was only a few blocks away. She passed it every day. She got dressed in the morning and went over. 

It was all completely familiar to her, because her dad had been a cop, in a different part of the same city. She'd spent half her life in police stations. Even now, being 27, she could not drive by one without feeling warm and safe and protected, because she so closely associated them with her father, who she had deeply loved. She grew up and became a lawyer, which she supposed was in the same line of work.

She went in and spoke to the receptionist, who told her to "Wait over there, ma'am." She knew the drill. She knew the wood, she knew the benches, she knew the linoleum floor, the fluorescent lights. How many days after school had she spent waiting on the same benches after her father had said "Now wait here while Daddy finishes up, and don't move!" Everything—the smells, especially—brought it all back. She felt like she was coming back home, even though it was because her damn car had been stolen.

She waited for what seemed like forever. Finally, while she was checking her phone for the umpteenth time, she heard a deep voice say, "Ms. Lambert?"

She looked up, and a weird feeling came over her. She didn't know what it was at first because she had never felt it before. It was pure, unexplainable lust, without rhyme or reason. She saw this man and an image instantly flashed through her mind of him fucking a woman from behind. Bending her over. Not necessarily her. Just a woman. Any woman. 

This had never happened to her before. She'd found some men cute, she knew she'd been attracted to some, but nothing like this. She saw him and she knew she wanted to have sex with him. No—to be precise, she knew she wanted him to FUCK her. She never used that word to describe sex, but that's what she thought. 

He wasn't "cute." He wasn't gorgeous or hot or ripped or anything. He was older and average looking. Tall, blonde, big hands, freckles, "not her type." That's all she registered. That, and "sex." 

She felt herself flush bright red as if he could read her thoughts and she tried to get it together. 

"Yes, that's me." 

"You're here about the car theft?"

"Yes."

"Very sorry to keep you waiting. Would you follow me?"

She got up and walked after him like a robot. WHAT THE FUCK? 

Ahead of her, Det. Jake McAllister had the look of someone who had run smack into a doorframe. 

When he had seen HER for the first time, when she looked up from her phone, he had thought "This is the one." He'd been waiting for this, and here she was, sitting in front of him. He didn't know how he knew, but he did.

She was so beautiful. Big soft brown eyes, thick soft brown hair, full sensuous lips. She was absolutely adorable—"sweet" was the word he thought of. Just what he wanted. Just what he was looking for. 

Images were flashing through his mind of what he would like to do to her, but he forced himself to get to the matter at hand.

He got behind his desk and told her to "Have a seat." 

"So, I've been assigned your case, because I'm told you got a look at two guys the other night."

"Yes, I saw them."

"Well this is more than a usual car theft, as I'm sure you've guessed, because we've been trying to crack this ring for a while now. You could really help me out."

"Of course. What do you need me to do?"

"Would you mind looking at some pictures? I have the description you gave us last night, but I'd like to see if you could identify the people I think it might be."

"Sure."

"Wonderful."

He got up and walked over to her, pulled his chair and sat right next to her. She was so excited she could barely breathe. He was sitting so close his knee was touching hers. He put some pictures on the table and as she looked them over he put an arm around the back of her chair, just waiting and giving her time to look. 

She took her time, acutely aware of his body so close to hers. She noticed the reddish hair on his arms, the way he rolled his cuffs up, the faint smell of aftershave. She could hear him breathing next to her. Every second seemed explosive. Her movements were like slow motion, in liquid or under water because she knew he was watching her.

Finally she turned to look at him and say something, but she stopped when she saw him. He was staring at her. He had been leaning forward gazing at her openly, intently and she looked into his light grey eyes. 

She managed to say "I think I recognize them".

He didn't even look at the pictures, just at her. "Oh yeah? Can you show me?"

"Yes," she said, but didn't look away. Saying yes seemed to have much more than the intended meaning. 

Finally she broke away from his stare. "It's these two guys, right here."

"Ah! I thought so. Well, that is fantastic. That is so helpful. Just hang on a second." He took out some forms and filled them out. She watched him as he wrote. He had her sign something, then stood up. 

As they wrapped up their meeting and he walked her to the door, he had his hand on her elbow, and his fingers brushed her hip. Was he doing that on purpose?

He thanked her for her help, and then said, "I see you live around here."

"Yes! Right down the street."

"Oh, in an apartment?"

"Yes, I have a bedroom—I mean, a one bedroom." 

She turned beet red when she said it.

"Uh huh...and you live alone?" He could not stop himself from saying it. He had to know. 

"Yes, I live alone."

"Oh! Well that's great. Ok, well... thank you so much for coming in, and I'll let you know about your car the minute I find anything." 

He handed her his card, which was not really necessary. "If you need to talk to me, you can always reach me here."

Beth was so flustered she was dying to get away. Had she imagined it, or was he hitting on her? It was so brief, she couldn't be sure. But he'd walked her out. Touched her. Given her his card. Was that all normal? 

When she got home, she immediately stripped off all her clothes and got in the shower. Standing under the hot, steaming water she thought about him. She looked down. Her full, large breasts looked beautiful under the running rivulets. Her nipples were hard. She soaped herself up and ran her hands everywhere over her firm, toned body and imagined he was the one touching her. She pictured his large, veined hands holding her breasts, running his thumbs over the nipples, traveling down to her stomach, just touching and feeling her. 

When she tried to masturbate that night, as she always did before sleep, she couldn't. She had no desire to. She could only think about the actual man she had met today and had no interest in her usual fantasies. 

***

Across town, the same thing was happening. 

Jake lay on his bed thinking about her, unable to sleep. He was not surprised that he was hard, and that he was throbbing with desire for the first time in two years. He didn't want to jerk off, but he could not stop lightly touching his cock as he thought of Beth, the girl he had met today. He HAD been staring at her as she looked at the mug books. Staring and inhaling everything he could about her. Her soft, soft skin. Her thick dark hair. Her breasts and hips. Her gorgeous kissable lips. He thought of sinking his hands in that hair and pulling her head down to his cock. He thought of those beautiful lips around his cock and could not help groaning. 

Would she be open to what he wanted? He thought so. More than her beauty, he could sense a quality, one she was probably not even aware of. A quality he wanted and needed in any woman. He sensed it in the way she reacted to him. He knew from the first second that she was attracted to him, but she immediately tried to hide it. She didn't flirt, didn't come on to him. She was not sexually aggressive in the least. That was a very good sign.

She said she lived alone. She was not married, he knew that from her files. Would she be 

interested...? 

***

For three days he debated in his mind what to do. He wanted to call this girl.

And so at the end of a long day, he took out her file, found her cell phone number, and dialed. She picked up at the second ring. 

"Hello?"

"Uh, yes, is this Beth?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"Oh hello, this is Detective McAllister. I spoke with you the other day?"

"Oh, yes! Have you found my car?"

"No, no, I'm sorry. Not yet. That's not what I'm calling about."

"Oh..." Disappointment in her voice. 

"Yes, I'm sorry about that. But I'm sure it will turn up sooner or later."

"Oh then what are you calling about?"

Jesus she did not sound encouraging.

"Uh, well, I enjoyed meeting you the other day, and I was wondering if you'd uh...like to meet sometime? Maybe for dinner? Or a drink?" What a cliché, he thought.

"Oh, you mean a date?"

"Yes. Uh, would you be interested, uh, would that be something you'd be interested in?"

She said "Yes. Yes I would. I would love that."

On her end her legs had turned to jelly and she was smiling so hard she was extremely grateful no one could see her. 

He said "Oh well...that's great. Great. Ok, so well, uh, what would be good for you? Some time after work this week?"

"Yes! Sure. I'm free most nights."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's fine."

"Ok well why don't I just walk down to your place? You're right down the street." 

"That would be great. Say around 6:00?"

"That sounds perfect. If it's ok with you, maybe we can decide what to do from there. There's lots of places around. We'll talk it over."

"That sounds great. Ill uh...see you then. Um, look for you I mean. Just buzz my number."

"Ok then...see you tomorrow."

Beth hung up the phone both elated and terrified, for the same reason. Elated that she had not imagined the "something" that had flashed between them, and terrified that that "something" was actually real. Whatever it was, she was going to find out!

***

He buzzed the door at 6:00 precisely and she said Oh fuck to herself. She almost wanted to run away. But she fluffed her hair, put on some lipstick and went down to meet him. 

As she walked towards him, she got a chance to see him better, more fully. She was surprised to see she had been wrong. He WAS built. Tall, very big thighs, a big flat stomach, massive arms. He was wearing jeans with a leather belt, a big silver watch, a light blue shirt and suit jacket and boots. He looked fantastic, and whatever it was that had excited her about him was still there, more than before. She was trembling with excitement and nerves.

He looked up and watched her come towards him, thinking to himself "I'm so glad I'm doing this." She was dressed in black jeans and black heels, a low cut white peasant type of blouse. Her gorgeous hair was down and flowing over her shoulders. She had put on makeup this time, and looked just phenomenal to him. He smiled. 

She said shyly, "I'm glad you called."

"Oh yeah?" His pale-lashed eyes were looking into hers. 

"Yes. I was hoping you would."

"Is that so? Well I guess it's lucky that your car got stolen" and they both laughed. 

"Allow me." He was kind of formal as he opened his car door for her, touching her arm as he did so and making her even more nervous. Maybe she was only projecting, but everything he did seemed to suggest sex.

He got in, turned to her and said "You look gorgeous." 

She blushed and smiled, said "Thanks." He smiled back and said softly, "Relax, hon" and put his hand on her knee. Her nerves were so obvious. Actually, he liked that, but he also wanted her to feel at ease. "We're gonna have fun." 

He got her chatting lightly as he drove to the restaurant, asking her about her day. 

She said, "So—McAllister, is that...Irish?"

He laughed. "Yes. Irish cop, New York City. How's that for original?"

Then he said, "You know, I could swear there is something familiar about you—about your name. Beth Lambert. I feel like I've heard it before. I thought that when you came in the other day."

She laughed. "Oh, well, I guess you may have heard of my father."

He thought about it. "Oh. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Lambert. You're not telling me. . . "

Again she laughed. "Yes. Phil Lambert. That's my dad."

"No shit!" Phil Lambert—CAPTAIN Phil Lambert—was way up in the police department infrastructure. Everyone knew him. Very powerful guy. Very charismatic. Forceful type of personality, and kind of an asshole. Arrogant as hell. That was her FATHER?? Well that might explain some things. . .


Shameless Ch. 01



Note: This is a seven part story... I wrote this years ago, and it took me a week to finish... I had a good rhythm going, and finished it in relative good time... I did some re-writes on this, and it's finally ready to publish... Enjoy!

-one-

"Beautiful, huh, Miss Tyler?"

Linda Tyler looked up from the display case of rare coins with words of polite agreement on her lips--words which died unspoken when she discovered that's Johnny Walker's doe-like brown eyes were focused not on the exhibit in front of him, but on the generous mounds of her sweater-covered breasts.

Johnny was a troublemaker. A disruptive influence. She wasn't at all clear as to why he stayed on at school past the minimum required age. Certainly he was in no way a good student, and spent most of his time, in her classes anyway, staring at the ceiling or murmuring wisecracks--or fixing her with an unblinking gaze while patently paying no mind to what she was saying.

Now his eyes met hers insolently, then they flickered away over the coins.

"That right, Miss Tyler--worth a cool million?" he asked. "That's what the guys say."

"I believe so," she responded, tight-lipped, and started to walk away.

He was at her side.

"Uh--Miss Tyler..."

"Yes?"

"I-uh--seem to be having some kind of trouble with that last assignment--you guess I could talk to you about it? I can't seem to-uh--"

"Well?" she asked mistrustfully.

"Uh--could we go back to the classroom so I can show where I seem to--uh--"

Duty struggled with inclination, and won.

"Well, I suppose so," she conceded. "Just for a few minutes, though--I have an appointment very soon."

"Oh, sure, Miss Tyler," he reassured her eagerly. "1t won't take that long. It's just a...uh..."

They left the assembly hall, Sally nodding politely to the guard who stood by the doorway watching over the extremely valuable display of rare coins and stamps that William had lent to enhance the hobbies and handcraft exhibition. She couldn't smother a tiny private smile at the thought of William's impetuous, tender marriage proposal last night, his strong hands tilting her face up to his to kiss her soft, wide mouth while he stroked the silky tresses of her shoulder-length blonde hair. Dear William!

She had been thinking about it every spare moment since. Or not so much thinking about it as unable to keep it away from her mind. William was so handsome, so capable and intelligent. She knew that he was a notorious seducer of willing women--yet when she had been true to the principles of her rather rigid up-bringing, instead of breaking off the relationship, he had asked her to marry him. Moreover, he claimed that he was delighted by the idea of having a bride who had never slept with any other man--who would still be a virgin on the night of their wedding.

Her happiness was slightly clouded lust now, though, by the presence of Johnny beside her. His athletic, muscular, nineteen-year-old body seemed just a little too close, radiating a kind of animalistic warmth, a primitive emanation of sensuality that encroached on her space uncomfortably. She wondered fleetingly if she could convincingly find a reason to cancel the few minutes she had promised him--but then she pulled herself together. After all, there would be people around the school for a long time yet, especially with the exhibition attracting various visitors.

"Well, now," she said briskly as they arrived in the classroom, "why don't you bring--"

"Hold it right there," said a flat-toned voice, and she turned toward the windows. The fire-escape door was open and a short, stocky man stood there.

He had a gun in his hand.

Aimed directly at her chest.

"Shut your mouth and keep It that way," the man went on. His eyes were a cold, unwavering grayness like an arctic sea. "One peep out of you and them pretty tits going get a couple spare holes in them."

She started to turn to Johnny for help, but froze when his snicker sounded through the humming of blood in her ears.

"Okay," the man commanded, "just come over here--nobody's going hurt you long as you just keep quiet and do like I tell you."

She stood paralyzed with fear, unable to move, until Johnny goosed her with a blunt forefinger, when she gasped in outrage and stumbled forward suddenly, her eyes fixed upon the barrel of the gun like a mesmerized rabbit's.

"Right down the fire escape. That's it."

The gun was pressed against her back, and he was clutching her upper arm in a grip that was just short of downright painful. They descended to the ground and he guided her toward the main gates, where a large car stood with doors open, engine running, a man poised in readiness behind the wheel.

Slowly the man with the icy gray eyes raised the gun, and the chilly metal pressed against her temple.

She fainted.

*****

She heard a voice through the swirling darkness that enfolded her.

"Easy as falling off a log."

Her eyelids felt as though they had been glued shut.

"One look at Tom with that gun against her head and they just opened up them glass cases and handed over all them coins without a peep," the voice went on exultantly.

"But what you have to go bringing her along for?" grumbled another voice. "That's a fucking kidnapping rap."

"Look, I told you, if the cops find us while we're waiting for Miles to show, we're going need a hostage to bargain. They ain't going to risk getting her killed. Don't be so fucking dumb, Larry. Shit, they'd be chasing us right now if we didn't have her along with us."

They were talking about her, she realized incredulously. They had kidnapped her; they had stolen William's coins and stamps and they were holding her as a hostage--

No, oh, no! This was ridiculous! It was like one of those idiotic television shows! Things like this didn't happen in real life! She would just open her eyes ... she would wake up from this absurd, uncomfortable dream at once.

She tried to move, but there was no strength in her body. Her arms were tucked uncomfortably behind her, but when she tried to move them, they refused to obey.

With great difficulty, she forced her eyelids apart, and was suddenly aware that she was in a fast-moving car. There was somebody on either side of her, and cord was bound around her wrists behind her and around her ankles, too.

She made an inarticulate sound, and the men turned to look at her. One was Johnny Walker, the other was the stocky, gray-eyed gunman--Tom, she though, recalling the earlier conversation.

"Hey, welcome back, teach," Johnny grinned triumphantly, baring his healthy white teeth. "Bit of a change from teaching history, huh?"

His brown eyes were malicious, lecherous, traveling over her face and then downward. Once again his gaze was fixed upon her breasts, and the tip of his broad pink tongue passed slowly and deliberately over his lower lip.

She shuddered very slightly, and his grin turned into a positive leer.

"What's the matter, Miss Tyler? Feeling' the cold?"

"Ah, knock it off," Tom muttered impatiently. His eyes also appraised her, and somehow his evident lack of interest was even more scary than Johnny's lustful scrutiny.

"Oh, don't I get to have a little fun?" Johnny protested.

"Huh?" Tom grimaced, following Johnny's gaze to her breasts. Then he shrugged. "Just don't go thrashing' around too much--there ain't that much room in this damn car."

"Plenty of room where we're going, huh?"

Johnny slowly raised one big, blunt-fingered hand with its short-bitten nails, and it hovered over her right breast. She watched, appalled, as it crept closer, a fraction of an inch at a time, like a predator stalking its terrified prey.

"I been about aching to find out if them boobs feel as good as they look all year," Johnny said, almost conversationally. "I been watching in class. They really stand out the way you got your hands behind you, know that--Miss Tyler?"

He drawled the syllables of her name mockingly, relishing the juxtaposition of the formal address with the slow approach of his hand to the cringing mound beneath her white sweater.

"Biggest tits of any teacher in the school," he breathed. "And I tell you what, Miss Tyler--I got the biggest you-know-what of any guy there, including the faculty. You want to take a look at it, huh?"

She shook her head fervently.

"Okay, no rush," he chuckled tolerantly. "You're going to see it plenty soon enough--and--"

He closed his cupped hand on her breast

She gasped and tried to pull away from him, but there was nowhere to go. Tom was right beside her, watching the scene with sardonic amusement.

"Wearing a bra," Johnny said, sounding disappointed.

"What do you think?" Tom said. "If she didn't they'd be heaving around like a couple plates of loose Jell-O."

"Hey, what you guys doing'?" The man sitting beside the driver turned around and his damp-looking brown eyes widened. He had a plump moon-face and his lips glistened from being constantly moistened with a nervous tongue.

"Checking her out in the tit department," Johnny sniggered. "Like to get your hands on that pair, Larry?"

"Yeah!" The brown eyes glowed. 'How's it feel, Johnny? Nice and firm, huh?"

"Got a fucking bra on" Johnny grumbled. "Let's take a look at it, huh?"

He released her breast, and with one swift movement he grabbed the hem of her white sweater and jerked it up under her armpits, exposing the lacy brassiere that lay beneath.

"Oh please," she moaned. "Please leave me alone!"

"Stick your finger in one of the cups, Johnny," Tom urged. "See if she's got padding in there, or if they're real."

She tried once again to shrink away, as unsuccessfully as before, and Johnny relentlessly thrust his large finger into the left cup and probed about and around the warm flesh which cringed beneath his touch.

"All real, sure enough," he proclaimed exultantly. "Real nice and smooth, like silk." He forced the rest of his hand into the cup, which made the back strap. cut into her painfully, and squeezed. His palm enfolded her nipple, which responded reflexively.

"Hey," Johnny reported, "she's got nips the size of a goddamn cigarette butt."

"Knock it off," growled the guy at the wheel."How am I supposed to drive with all that goddamn yackety-yak?"

The others ignored him.

"Take it off of her, Johnny," Tom begged. "Let's get a look. I ain't seen knockers that big in months."

She shut her eyes and turned her face away as Johnny's thick fingers fumbled beneath her sweater, groping for the back fastening. He slipped it open, but couldn't get the bra off because of her tied hands, so he slid the shoulder straps down her upper arms. The flimsy garment dangled uselessly, and her breasts spilled forth beneath the rolled-up sweater.

"Oh, Jesus," Tom croaked. "Like cream or something...that real white skin you can see the blue veins in, and them nipples all pink--look at them standing up there! Oh Jesus!"

Linda's cheeks were aflame, and she felt the flush of embarrassment and shame turning her neck crimson too. The air-conditioned interior of the card had erected both nipples and was keeping them taut, although she tried fervently to force them to relax.

"I'm going to cream, never mind her tits," Johnny muttered.

Then she opened her eyes, afraid to keep them closed lest he take her by surprise, though there was nothing she could do about whatever entered his head.

Nothing.......nothing she could do about it..

He was fumbling with his fly.

"Take a look down here, Miss Tyler."

She didn't want to, but her eyes were drawn with irresistible fascination.

He tugged open the zipper and dragged it down with a metallic hiss, and groped inside to wrestle free a thick, purple-headed shaft that jutted aggressively up from his lap. She flinched inwardly at the sight: it looked almost wrist-thick, and must have been a good eight inches long.

And it was the first time she had ever seen one hard...

"How do you like that, huh?" he demanded proudly. "Told you I got the biggest one around, huh, didn't I? Bet you never had one this big before, did you, Miss Tyler?"

She stared in horrified wonder.

"Turns you on, don't it?"

She tried to shake her head, but couldn't move. 

Nothing she could do about it ... nothing, nothing, nothing.

"Look," he went on, stroking its mushroom head with the tip of a finger to spread the drop of juice that oozed from the slit. "You sure turn him on, teach. Look at all that jism leaking' out there! Needs it, too--ain't easy getting this big cock up a chick's cunt unless it's good and juicy. Some of them just take a look at him and the juice comes dripping right out of their panties. They can't wait to get it rammed up their hole. And some of them run screaming--only they mostly don't get the chance to run far. l don't give up easy once a chick gets me going'. What kind are you, teach? You want to try running--or are you sitting there your cunt dripping an' ready for it?"

She wrenched her eyes away. "You're disgusting," she snapped.

"Oh yeah?" Johnny rumbled sullenly, dangerously, and she was suddenly aware how stupid such a remark had been.

Helpless. Mustn't antagonize them! Nothing... nothing.

"I--" she began, but could think of nothing to say.

"That ain't disgusting, teach." He grasped the monstrous organ below its broad head and started to work the skin up and down. The movement dragged her gaze back to it "Pure pleasure that is--how many cocks you had up you in your life, Miss Tyler?"

The swollen shaft incredibly seemed to expand even more as he pumped it with slow, deliberate strokes. Tom's breathing was harsh and hard as his eyes flickered between Johnny's working hand and Linda's naked breasts.

Larry watched with detached, cold amusement.

"How many, huh?"

Larry hitched himself up in his seat and craned over the back, reaching out a groping hand.

"Let me get a feel of them things," he breathed. "Hey, can't you shift her a bit nearer me? Tom, can't you-"

"I ain't climbing around when we're driving," Tom announced flatly.

"Aw--look, Johnny, suppose you put her on your lap then she'd be near enough that I could cop a feel."

Johnny looked at him stonily for a moment, then suddenly he grinned widely.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Okay."

He slid one arm behind her and heaved her forward, stopping her from pitching against the front seats by grabbing one of her breasts as a handhold. Holding her awkwardly half-standing, half-crouching, he squirmed along the seat behind her, thrusting one leg behind hers so that she was poised between them. She felt something hard prodding at the tightly stretched seat of her skirt, and realized with a surge of dismay that it was his thrusting, rock-hard penis.

He pulled her back onto his lap, the jutting phallus a rigid tube beneath her buttocks, and grabbed for the hem of her skirt.

"Okay," he said to Larry. "You do what you want with her tits--I'm going to take a look and see if her legs match up to the rest of her."

He started to work the skirt up her thighs while Larry, draped over the back of his seat, grasped her breasts none too gently and started to knead them like dough.

She tried to struggle, unable to sit still and tolerate these outrageous liberties they were taking with her virginal body, but at the back of her mind there still beat that relentless nothing you can do ... nothing

Johnny chuckled.

"Hey that feels real good on the old dick, Miss Tyler," he told her. "You wriggle around all you want"

After that she tried to keep still, but couldn't repress her starts of nervousness as her continued to edge her skirt upwards, the heat of his fingers very tangible through the sheer nylon of her stockings.

Larry had a look of almost idiotic pleasure on his face as he pulled at her breasts and hefted them in his hands.

"Look at them, just look at these knockers!" he kept saying. "Oh Jesus, I can't wait to get my tongue round those nips! Look at them, Tom, will you?"

"Tits are tits," said Tom indifferently.

Johnny had tugged her skirt up above the level of her stocking tops by then.

"Look, that's sexy," he said approvingly. "A real garter belt like they wear in pictures--be even better if it was black, teach. You remember that for next time, huh?"

He snapped one of the elastic tabs and she jumped as it stung her skin. Snickering, he snapped each of the others in turn, and the brushing of his meaty fingers over the bared skin of her thighs sent little shudders of tension quivering throughout her body--odd little shudders, that somehow seemed to center themselves deep in her belly...

He grabbed hold of the skirt hem again and gave it a sharp, deft tug that dragged it up in back so that suddenly only her panties separated her roundly curved bottom from the worn denim of his Wrangler's--and from the feverish, throbbing rod of flesh that was suddenly nestling into the crack of her ass. Only that wispy barrier of nylon held it at bay. It seemed to be burning into her flesh like a red-hot brand.

"White panties too," Johnny commented coolly, peering down over her shoulder. "Can't see through them, neither--going to have to get them down before we see if you're a genuine blonde, huh, Miss Tyler? Huh?"

She moaned softly, despairingly.

"Yeah, take them off her!" Larry almost choked with excitement at the prospect, and for the moment he relaxed his efforts at her breasts to fill his eyes with the sight of her panty-covered crotch.

Johnny made another dexterous movement, and suddenly his jutting shaft was poking up between her thighs, obscenely rearing up from the "V" of her crotch.

Larry guffawed loudly. Tom sneered.

"Hey," Johnny said in mock-astonishment, "just take a look at Miss Tyler's clit, will you? It's nearly as big as my tip of my pinky finger, only not so long."

He reached a finger down between his shaft and her panties and rubbed it along her nylon-covered labia. She gave a violent, uncontrollable jerk of protest as a great throb of fear--was it fear?--pounded in her belly.

"Is she wet, huh?' Larry gasped.

"Nah. Not the way she ought be."

Johnny took his hand away and pressed his cock backwards, so that the shaft was jammed against her venus mound.

The driver said: "We're going to he there in a minute, you horny clowns."

"Okay, Miss Tyler," said Johnny cheerfully. "I'm going to jerk my cock for you. Only next time you're going to have to take care of it on your own, so you better pay attention. Hear me? I want you to take real good care of this every time you see it's getting hard and hot"

He grasped his thick shaft once again and began to massage it with swift strokes, his fist slapping her thighs on every down stroke. Larry released her breasts finally and sat back a little to watch with hot, eager eyes.

The car made a turn into a driveway, and Johnny increased the pace of his hand action.

Linda watched.

She tried to look away, but she had to watch.

She had never seen a man's penis erect before--had scarcely even seen one soft--let alone one that was--

That was-

That was suddenly spurting white fluid from the slit in the tip of the flaming purple head. 

White fluid that was shooting upwards and striking her breasts, then dropping back in gobbets that covered his hand and her thighs with nacreous slime.

The car drew to a stop.

"Here." Johnny suddenly wiped his slime-covered hand over her face, covering her cheeks and lips with the fresh semen. "They say it's real good for the complexion, teach!"

She choked back the need to retch.

"Better if she swallowed it," Larry panted. "You good at sucking' cock, lady?"

"Yeah, you never answered what I asked you before," Johnny recalled. "How many men you been with in your life, huh?"

Tom opened the door.

"Come on, get her out of there," he urged. 




Shameless Ch. 01



"How many, huh?" Johnny reached up and squeezed her breast painfully. "Huh?"

"None!" she cried out frantically. "Oh, please leave me alone! Please!"

"None?" Johnny repeated.

"Hey," Larry croaked, "we got ourselves a real live cherry! This is going to be real fun, huh? Real fun!"

-two-

She hardly heard what he said, for a spasm of terror gripped her at the sight of a razor in Tom's hand. But he bent swiftly and slashed through the cord binding her ankles, and grabbed her roughly by the arm, hauling her off Johnny's lap and sending her stumbling out of the car onto a crumbling driveway, hands still secured behind her, sweater rolled up beneath her arms and bra dangling, skirt nicked up about her hips.

She glanced around quickly: a somewhat ram-shackle frame house was before her, and seemed to be thickly surrounded by wildly growing woods and underbrush. No hope of being seen from the road by a passing rescuer....

As she stood getting her balance and her bearings, the door of the house opened, and her heart gave a throb of relief at the sight of a woman. Surely this would mean defense and protection! She gazed longingly at the approaching figure, at the tall, rather slender brunette whose firm, high breasts moved unrestrainedly beneath a loose denim work-shirt. Her long legs were accentuated by tight-fitting faded jeans and she was barefoot.

"Hi, Doris," Johnny called. "We got them! And our hostage. Get a load of her boobs, huh?"

The woman came towards them, unhurriedly. She did not return Linda's timid attempt at a smile, but looked at her pokerfaced, the way Tom had done.

"Hey, Doris," Johnny tried again. "Bet you'd like to get a feel of them tits, huh? You like tits, don't you? Huh?"

She drawled: "You're not likely to find out what I like, kid." Her voice was cynical, hard. She didn't look much more than thirty, if that.

"I know what I like," Johnny announced lasciviously. "Pussy!. Hot, wet, juicy pussy."

He suddenly cupped one of Linda's buttocks in his hand and squeezed.

"She's got the greatest ass," he proclaimed.

Larry came scurrying up on the other side. Larry could see the bulge at the front of his pants, and once again that deep throbbing of fear gathered in her belly.

She said to the woman: "Please, make them--leave me alone! Please!"

Larry giggled: "No good asking Doris the dyke, lady. She'll have you laid out with your legs spread as fast as any Of us. Jesus, I can't wait to get you spread out, honey pot!"

Doris made a slight grimace and turned away, and Tom snapped: "Get in the house, for Christ sake!"

"Yeah, let's get inside," Larry leered.

With his hand still on her buttock Johnny gave her a slight shove forward, and in helpless obedience, she climbed the steps to the opened door and went inside.

It smelled a bit musty, as though nobody had lived there for a long time: an impression heightened by the film of dust that lay over things not in immediate use. The room into which she was propelled was furnished with a motley assortment of armchairs grouped around a portable television set and a rickety coffee table, piled with used paper cups and empty cans of beer.

Tom pushed her into one of the chairs and stood looking down into her frightened eyes for a moment. Then he turned his head and gave a sharp, summoning whistle.

There was a clatter of claws and a pair of Dobermans came running from somewhere in the house and bounded over to Tom. He pointed at Linda and said: "Guard her."

The dogs sniffed at her, and turned away.

Tom explained casually: "They've done this before. They've been trained to watch you--to watch anyone they're told to guard. If you try to get out of any room without me--well, you can give it a try if you want to know what happens."

Linda sat staring at the two dogs in horror. She had no doubt whatever that Tom was telling the truth.

"Outside," Tom said to the dogs, and to her relief they ran out of the room.

"They're very alert--superb watchdogs," Tom added meaningfully. "They've never let me down yet."

Johnny and Larry stood watching the little scene with evident enjoyment, and now another man came in: Linda recognized the pale brown hair of the man who had been driving.

"All okay, Ed?" Tom asked.

"Uh-huh."

Ed's eyes were an indeterminate color, a sort of fishy gray-green. He looked at her now with a kind of neutral interest, as though she were a specimen of animal he had never seen before.

She said tremulously: "Please, I-I need to-"

Four pairs of eyes were focused on her.

"You'll have to raise your hand, teacher," Johnny teased her, and she blushed.

Tom said: I'll let your hands loose, but remember the dogs, and don't go trying nothing dumb."

He pulled her to her feet and once again wielded the razor, and she rubbed her wrists with relief, then tugged her bra and sweater back into place.

"Soon have them out again," Johnny assured her. "Soon as you take your leak or crap or whatever."

"Across the hall," Tom told her.

She was disproportionately thankful to find that the small bathroom was recently cleaned. She washed her face clean of the dried semen Johnny had smeared there, and cleaned it off her thighs. She was reluctant to emerge from that illusory haven, but a sharp rap at the door summoned her forth. She dared not disobey.

The four men were lounging in the chairs around the television when she emerged, refreshing themselves with cans of beer. Johnny held one out to her, and because she was thirsty, she accepted it.

"Thank you," she said, thinking that perhaps she could establish some kind of sympathetic communication by acting as though this were a usual, civilized situation.

"You're welcome, teach." He watched her pop open the top and take a long swallow. "Maybe I'll come watch you next time you take a leak, huh? Bet you look real cute."

Doris came in carrying a plate of sandwiches which she set on the shaky table.

She said: "Since I'm the only one of you slobs that knows how to cook, I'll do it; but you'll clear up after me and do the dishes, or the deal's off. Work it out how you like."

She slumped down into one of the chairs and reached for one of the sandwiches.

Linda stood nervously where she was, clutching her beer can, wondering if she should sit down too. She was horribly conscious of Johnny's brown eyes raking over her body, and of Larry's avid moist-brown gaze.

Doris glanced at her once, and jerked her head towards an empty chair, and Linda sank down into it, trying to make herself inconspicuous.

Without success. The two pairs of eyes never left her, and Ed and Doris and Tom checked her out from time to time. Tom sat with her eyes riveted to the screen, but saw nothing.

Tom finished his beer and sandwich and reached forward to flick off the set He twisted round in his chair and looked directly at Tom with that icy gray gaze.

There was a gathering of breath among the others, a silent expectation.

Tom said: "We're going to be here a day or two, schoolteacher. Then we're leaving the country. We ain't going to be around for no rap--kidnap or any other kind." She sat holding her breath.

"It won't make no difference to us if we leave you here well and healthy to be picked up by the cops, or chewed up dead by the dogs. We won't be here. Get that?"

He waited in cold silence until she managed a tiny nod of terrified comprehension.

"You give any trouble, like trying to get away, and it won't be well and healthy they find you," he said flatly. "And since cunt makes trouble if it ain't free for all, you damn well better put out for anyone who wants you while we're waiting. Or I'll fix you so there won't be nothing to cause trouble over. See?"

Again the long, silent, menacing stare.

Again the tiny nod of compliance.

He shrugged, and flicked the television back on.

For a couple of minutes the only sound in the room was the enthusiastic sales pitch for Coke Cola.

Then Johnny's voice:

"Miss Tyler."

Slowly, reluctantly, she turned her face to him.

"Why don't you take off your sweater and bra, huh? Then those of us that don't like what's on TV can have something' real nice to look at."

She sat paralyzed. Until Tom fixed on her his wintry stare, and she forced her hands into action.

Slowly, as slowly as she dared, she peeled her white sweater off over her head. And even more slowly, she groped behind her back and unfastened her brassiere, and slipped the shoulder straps down her arms, and off ...

"Sit back, Miss Tyler, so we can see them," Johnny urged.

She sank back against the cushions of the chair, a tide of crimson shame staining her face and neck and her very breasts themselves.

Nothing...nothing.......nothing.......

The seconds crawled by, each one a blessed reprieve from some more outrageous demand, yet each an eternity of fear of what the next thing would be. The knot of tension in her belly sent tendrils all through her body, making her almost lightheaded.

"Teacher's tits," Larry gulped. "She ever do that in class, Johnny?"

"Nah. Would of been more interesting than all that history garbage. Hey, Miss Tyler, make your nips stand up. Play with them some, huh?"

Slowly her hands rose to her breasts. Uncertainly, she touched their tips with her fingers, coaxing the pale pink nipples into little towers of hardness.

"Push them together," Johnny ordered hoarsely, and meekly she gathered the twin masses in her hands and forced them into an exaggerated cleavage.

"Yeah," Johnny breathed. "Larry, you ever fuck a broad between the tits?"

"Uh-"

"Real big tits like the ones on her, it's something else, man, I'm telling you."

"Yeah?"

"Go on--go give it a try."

"Yeah?" Larry looked around uncertainly, then gave a giggle of bravado, and heaved himself out of his chair and strutted across to where she was sitting.

The bulge in his pants swelled visibly as he walked. He stood in front of her and motioned to his fly.

"Fish It out for me, huh?"

She swallowed hard, then reached for the tab of his zipper and pulled downward. The woolen cloth of his pants contrasted violently with the soft-skinned, heated tube of flesh that flopped out of the opening. It was twitching into hardness as her fascinated eyes stared at it: shorter and thinner than Johnny's, with a head shaped more like an arrow than a mushroom; but to her eyes, and to her reluctant fingers, it felt enormous.

"There's the old joystick," Larry said excitedly.

His crotch was about level with her breasts as he stood in front of her chair, and his organ was far too close to her face for comfort. She moved her head back, flinching. Larry gave an evil grin.

"It's your tits I'm going to screw right now, lady," he said, "but it's going to get a heap closer to your pretty face before we're much older."

Inwardly, she shuddered with disgust. The smell of him was drifting up to her nostrils: sweaty, funky.

"Now," Larry went on, "what you got to do, see, is kind of lean forward a bit."

She leaned forward, her skin breaking out into gooseflesh when the hot head of his now rigid weapon brushed against one of her nipples, depositing a tiny drop of clear fluid.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Now--squeeze them together, like they was before."

With mechanical obedience, she pushed the fleshy globes back into that inches-deep cleavage, and he thrust his cock between them, the tip pushing into the wall of her chest. The material of his jacket and shirt brushed against her face.

"Squeeze them harder," he urged huskily."Tighter. Get them tight as you can round my cock..."

She crushed them harder, and he made a slight pumping motion, back and forth, for a few seconds, never very far. Then he stepped back from her, and for a wild moment she thought he had finished, but he said:

"It's kind of hard that way--you're going to have to lay down so I can shove it up 'n down between them, see?"

She stared at him.

"On the floor's good as anywhere," he said matter-of-factly.

"The.. .floor?"

"Yeah. Lay down on the floor."

She threw a hunted glance around the room. All eyes were watching without pity. Slowly she rose from the chair, and looked at the rug for a reasonably clean patch. She knelt down, then twisted into a sitting position, and then she stretched herself out on her back.

Nothing.. nothing.. nothing...

She crossed her ankles and folded her arms across her breasts. She had never felt so totally vulnerable in her life.

Larry was stripping off his pants and jacket and his under shorts. He stood above her, ungainly in shirt and socks and tie. He straddled her body, his jutting shaft poking at the front of his shirt's long tails, and she glimpsed the wrinkled sack that hung tautly behind.

As though following her glance, Larry reached between his legs and scratched vigorously.

"Balls get to itching, this warm weather," he commented amiably, then lowered himself to his knees, then rested his rather plump, sweaty buttocks on her middle.

"Get them squeezed up, like before," he commanded, and, mutely, she did so. He supported himself with his hands and began to shove his steel-hard, fire-hot phallus through the slippery, open-ended mammary canal.

She set her teeth. He was heavy, resting on her body, and she loathed the touch of him--the fear-tension in her belly was worse than ever--but at least he wasn't hurting her....

"Hey, Miss Tyler," she heard Johnny call, as from a great distance, "why don't you spread them pretty legs and bend them up so we can take a look at them virgin-white panties you got on?"

She cocked up her knees and parted her legs. The throbbing in her belly grew almost unbearable as she felt those four watchers gazing at her nylon-covered private parts, and as Jerry grunted and heaved and sweated ... She thought that she might pass out, or scream--the tension was too much, too much...

Larry suddenly stiffened and let out a series of strangled grunts, and hot droplets of fluid were spattering her neck and chin and shoulders. For a few moments he let the whole weight of his body rest on her middle, then he exhaled deeply and climbed off, groping for his pants.

She lay there, curiously drained of energy, breasts still pushed into that fleshy tunnel, legs still wide-parted and bent to the gaze of the eyes.

Fearing that somebody would descend upon her, attack her, tear her apart...

Waiting...

"Ain't there nothing more interesting on that damn TV?" she heard a voice, and somebody started to click the channel selector around the dial.

Slowly, almost painfully, she relaxed her hands grip on her breasts, and pushed herself up from the floor. Semen trickled down her upper body, its thick sliminess now clammy and cool. Feeling bruised, battered, she sank back into her chair and mindlessly focused her gaze on the television.

She hardly cared anymore about sitting there with her breasts exposed.

"To Be Continued..."

Copyright-1993



Shameless Ch. 01



He blew out some air, "Whew. Wow. I'm on a date with Phil Lambert's daughter. His beautiful daughter, Beth. He'll have my fucking head when he finds out."

She laughed. "Uh, I think it's ok. I'm legal."

"So what was it like growing up with the great Captain?"

Well, THAT was a long story and a loaded question. She just said "Oh, probably what you imagine."

And they chatted about her father all the way to the restaurant. 

***

Beth thought, "He was right." They were having fun. Easy conversation. After a few drinks she did start to relax and enjoy herself. They were sitting outside on a patio, and after a while they were the only two out there. It was a pretty, warm night. 

He told her a bit about his ex-wife, the divorce, his two grown daughters. They talked quite a bit about his work and her work. 

Jake was also happy to find out his attraction to her had not been a fluke. Talking to her only made it stronger. He was very aroused by her. The more she talked, the more he learned how intelligent she was, in addition to being so beautiful. He loved this. He loved smart women. Especially smart women who had the "quality" he was looking for. This was the most attractive combination possible, and he could not wait to find out . . .

"So tell me, why aren't you seeing anyone at the moment?"

Beth considered answering him lightly, saying something like "Oh, I just don't have the time," but instead she found herself answering him honestly. 

"Well I've had a few boyfriends. Nothing long term. . ."

"Uh huh, and why is that?"

His light eyes were penetrating. Intensely interested in what she was saying.

She just came out with it. "Because of sex."

"Because of sex. What about it?"

"My relationships, such as they are, end because of bad sex. Not bad exactly, just...the sex part never seems to go anywhere."

"Oh? Why is that, do you think?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said honestly. "I wish I did. I just can't seem to ...enjoy it. I try. It's not like I'm a big prude, but I get very. . . 'inhibited' is the word."

"Well so who usually ends the relationship?"

"Me, most of the time. I get sick of trying so hard. I've been with some great guys. There is no reason it shouldn't work out. No reason to stop, really, but I do. I sort of give up."

"So this sexual problem...is it only within relationships, or is it all the time, with any man?"

"With anyone."

"What about by yourself?"

"What do you mean?" 

"Do you masturbate?"

"Of course."

"And how is that?"

She laughed. "Very good. No problem there. That's what bugs me so much. There's no reason for it. I can enjoy myself...alone...I just can't seem to with someone else."

He said, "Well what about me?"

"What about you?"

"Have you thought about me, sexually?"

She immediately answered, "Yes."

"What have you thought?"

"I thought about you...um...fucking someone."

"You pictured me fucking someone? When?"

"The second I saw you."

"Was this different for you? Or is that something that normally happens?"

"It never happens. Ever."

"But it happened with me, in the station."

"Yes."

"I see. Well, maybe I can help you. Maybe I'm the right person to help you."

"Help me, how?"

"With your 'problem.'"

"How is that?"

"Well, speaking as an observer, when you tell me you have no problem when you masturbate but you do with another person, that says to me that you want to stay in control. Total control."

"And how exactly are you the right person to help me with that?"

"I have experience."

"Oh, look, I am not into S&M. BDSM whatever you call it. It's not my thing, ok?"

He laughed. "Mine either. I'm not looking for a slave. But I was married for a long time. . ."

"And?"

"When you're married that long you get to know another person very well. You share a lot of things. You have problems, you work them out. . .I think I could help you."

"I am not into any weird shit," she said suspiciously.

He laughed again. "Neither am I. Trust me."

He reached out, held her hand, said "I had thoughts about you, too, when I met you."

She felt herself flush and excitement creep up her spine. "Oh?"

"Oh yes. I thought, this is a very beautiful, very sexy girl. But she's looking for something."

She was enthralled with him, with his soft, sexy voice.

"I thought, this is a girl who is looking for someone to tell her what to do."

"I thought you just said I want to stay in control. 'Total control.'"

He laughed. "Smart girl! Yes, I did. And you do. But you also want someone to free you from that. To take some of that control out of your hands."

"And you think you're that person."

"I could be. . ."

Beth was not sure she liked this conversation, but she couldn't deny, he'd pretty much put his finger on the crux of her "problem."

She leaned down and lowered her voice, as if she was afraid someone would overhear. "But what would you want me to do. . .?"

Ah, there it was. Her submissiveness. Her acquiescence. He knew it. He knew it from the first second. If she wasn't interested in what he had to offer, she would have just said "Not for me." 

But he didn't say all that. He only laughed, said "I'll take that as a yes."

He signaled to the waiter, "Can we get the check, please?"

He was eager to leave, to get her alone.

On the drive back to her house, they said little. He drove with one hand on her thigh the whole time. Saying nothing, just touching her possessively, as if it had already started. 

He stopped and parked the car, said "So. Am I coming in?"

She nodded. "Yes. You can park right here."

At her door, fumbling with her keys, he stood close behind her, putting his hands on her hips. Again he said, "Relax, babe, relax." 

They got in, and once they were completely alone, she just exploded with nervousness. She gestured to the living room, invited him to sit down. The room was dim, but a large window overlooked the city, which was gorgeous and bright. She said she needed a drink and went into the kitchen. She didn't want a drink, she just needed to calm her nerves. She paced, willing herself to get control over herself, even though that was the last thing she was feeling. She thought, all I have to do is tell him to go. I don't have to do anything. 

But her desire and curiosity was stronger than her fear. She forced herself to walk into the living room.

Jake was just sitting on the couch, watching her walk towards him. He had his arms spread out, his legs slightly spread. He had put two big pillows on the floor, at his feet, right in front of him. He said quietly, "Come here. I'm not going to hurt you."

She kicked off her shoes and walked over to him. He gestured to the pillows. "Sit down."

She knelt down in front of him, settling on her knees. She was sitting right between his legs, below him and looking up at him. It made her feel like a child. He put her hands on his thighs. They were big and hard, very muscular, strong and hot. They felt so good. His cock was front and center, between them, but he didn't seem like he noticed or wanted her to touch him. 

He leaned forward, took her face in his hands, stroked her hair and her cheeks. She was looking at him with huge brown eyes. He loved her eyes. They were full of her personality. Nothing turned him on more than an intelligent submissive female. He said softly to her, "So, do you want to spend some time with me?"

He dragged his thumb across her lips, her full, sensuous, incredibly sexy lips. Again he thought he could not wait to have those lips on his cock. 

But he liked to take his time.

She said, "I think this is what I want, but what if I'm wrong?"

He said, "That's fine. Spend some time with me. See if it helps you. If not, that's fine."

She nodded and whispered, "What do you want me to do?" 

He laughed. "Nothing. It's not a show. I'm not going to order you around. Let me just ask you a question."

"Ok..."

"The day that we met, you know I could sense that you were attracted to me. Did you think about me later?"

"Oh yes. In the shower."

"And did you touch yourself?"

"In the shower, yes, just a little."

"What about later, did you masturbate thinking about me?"

"No. I couldn't. I wanted to, but something stopped me. I just kept thinking about you."

"That's good. I'm glad to hear that. That's exactly what I wanted to hear..." and then he leaned down and kissed her. He reached his arm around her neck, sinking his fist into her thick hair, bringing her delicious mouth up to his. She experienced the most luscious, sensual kissing of her life. She moaned, and he kissed her harder, still holding her hair, grasping her head, holding her tightly as he opened her lips with his mouth. He began to kiss her slowly, hotly, deeply, decadently, lingering over everything. He sucked her tongue into his mouth.

She felt weak and fluid and dissolving. She was absolute putty in his hands. 

His slow sensual kissing was making her crazy. He knew it. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Arousing her and enflaming her and holding back. 

At one point, he took her hand and brought it to his crotch. 

He held her head, kept kissing her, telling her, "Do you feel that? . . .You make me so hard. . .I was so hard the whole time you were in my office, sitting next to you, watching you. " He kept kissing her, and holding her hand on his cock. 

Then he said, "I want you to stop masturbating. Don't touch yourself, no matter how much you want to. Do you think you can do that for me?"

She nodded. She felt like she was made of nothing but jello. She was shaky and weak and so turned on, so aroused, so sexed up she felt disoriented. Her nipples were throbbing and they never did that. Throbbing with need and desire to be touched, sucked. 

"We'll meet again soon. In the meantime I'll be in touch."

Oh he was not leaving her like this, was he? Fuck, please...she tried to protest, but he only kissed her again, fully Frenching her, sucking her tongue into his mouth and ravaging her with his. He wanted to leave her wanting him. 

He slowly started getting up. He pulled her up to him, held her with his strong, huge arms, touched her hair, kissed her. "You still want to spend some time with me?" She could only nod. "Good. Good. Now be a good girl and do as I say." Again she just nodded.

She walked him to the door and he kissed her before he left. 

***

Beth collapsed back against the door. Whatever she thought about the night's events, how strange and unexpected it had been, did not matter. At the moment she was simply overwhelmed by the feelings pulsating through her body. It was like she had never been kissed before! Nothing she had ever done had come close to this. It was like she never knew she had tits before! They were aching! Her nipples were shooting spasms of pleasure to her cunt and oh did she want them sucked! She wanted him there, sucking them! She felt like she could cum from him sucking them. 

And her pussy. What was it doing? She could feel herself opening, opening, wanting a cock! She could feel her womb throbbing, spasming on its own, wanting, wanting, wanting to be fucked! 

She calmed down a bit, but when she thought of his little "order," the little task he set her, the mere thought of it sent her vagina into spasms again. As if his voice, his presence, was now part of her body. 

She did not understand any of it. She only knew, whatever he had done, whatever he had said, whatever relationship this was going to be, she wanted it.

***

Driving home, Jake thought about her the whole way. He knew, knew in his bones, exactly what she was feeling at this moment. He knew her pussy was throbbing, that her breasts were swollen and aching for him. 

He just knew it the moment he'd met her. That combination of sensuality and shyness. And when she started telling him about her "problem," he was rock hard from that moment on. He knew she thought she was telling him something bad, something shameful, that there was something "wrong" with her. Oh, no. It made her luscious. Desireable. Perfect. He wanted to be the one for her. He wanted to break her, show her the pleasures of sex. 

He loved female sexuality. He just loved it. All aspects of it. Nothing turned him on more than female sexual pleasure, the mystery, awesomeness of it. To be the man, to have power over a woman, to control her, command her pleasure, Jesus that turned him on. Went straight to his gut, made him harder than anything.

He supposed he had some kind of dominant nature. He'd explored that once, looking for self-proclaimed submissive women. He'd only found a lot of porn star wannabes with user names like "cumslut." 

She, on the other hand, was perfect. Beautiful. Smart. Sweet. And oh, so pure, so virginal, so new and young and ignorant. He had so much to show her, teach her. . .



Shameless Ch. 02



Author's Note: Please see the note on the first page of Chapter One. There is content in here that may not be appealing to all!!!: incest fantasy; Daddy talk, and slight d/s



"Daddy?"

The very next morning, Beth called her father. She hadn't wanted to, but she'd woken up in a panic. After she'd slept, after she'd calmed down, she found all her inhibitions come crashing back. What the hell had she gotten herself into? Suddenly, everything she'd found so great about Jake McAllister seemed bad, menacing, CRAZY! What if he was crazy? What if he was some kind of fucking psycho? She had to know. So she'd called the one person who she knew would know.

"Elizabeth? How are you, honey?"

"I'm fine, Daddy. Are you busy?"

"No, not at all. What's up, honey?"

"Well, I was wondering if you know someone. A detective. Jake McAllister. He works here, right down the street."

Her father murmured. "McAllister...yeah, I know him. Theft. Why do you want to know?"

She got anxious and nervous and it showed in her voice. "Well, he asked me out. On a date. I want to know what you know about him."

"Isn't he kind of OLD for you Elizabeth?"

"Just tell me, Daddy. Is he a nice guy? Anything 

I should know?"

"Oh, hell, he's solid. Good cop. Never heard a bad word about him."

"Can I trust him?"

"As far as I know."

"Thank you Daddy. And um, there's one more thing. Can you get me a car?"

"What happened to yours?"

"It was stolen the other night. On the way out of the gym."

"Ah, now it's making sense. I suppose that's how you met him."

"Yes, if you must know."

"Well why on earth didn't you call me?"

She made an impatient scoff. "I can handle things myself, Daddy! I can't go running to you for everything!"

"Ok! Fine...look, I can get you one of our loaners, no problem."

"Thank you."

"Anything else?"

"No, thanks, I appreciate it."

"Ok, hon. And um...enjoy your date."

She laughed and hung up.

A few minutes later Jake got buzzed by his secretary. "Detective McAllister? It's Phil Lambert on the phone."

Oh shit, he thought. 

"Hello?"

"McAllister. Capt. Lambert here. Got a minute?"

"Yes, sir. How can I help you?"

"Heard you asked out my daughter Elizabeth."

"Uh, yes, yes sir I did."

"Thought you were married!" he barked.

"No, no sir I am not. Divorced two years."

"Isn't she a little young for you, for God's 

sake?"

"Well, sir, I met her the other day and, uh, I was very taken with her. It's only dinner."

"Course you were taken with her, she's my daughter! Ah, Christ. Well what's happening with her Prius? Why didn't you call me?"

"I didn't know she was related to you until just now."

"Well where's her car? That damn thing cost me enough."

Jake smirked. So 'Daddy' bought her car, huh?

"Oh, it's the James brothers, no doubt. Beth ID'd them. The car's probably halfway across the country by now."

"Fuck. Well those assholes finally fucked with the wrong guy. Keep me updated!" he ordered. 

"Yes sir, I will."

"And I better not hear a peep out of my little girl."

"No worries. I'll treat her very well I promise you."

"You better." And he hung up.

***

Jake decided he wanted to check in on "his little girl." He called Beth.

"Hello?"

"Good morning."

"It's you."

"Yes, it's me. So...Elizabeth...Guess who I just got off the phone with?"

Beth cringed. "Oh no...Daddy?"

"Yes. And 'Daddy' just reamed me a new asshole about your car."

"Oh I'm sorry Jake."

"So, checking up on me, huh? Trying to find out if I'm some kind of mad killer?"

She laughed. "Well. . ."

"And what did you find out? Have I passed the test?"

"Yes, yes you did."

"Good. Now that we've determined I'm not going to slash you into bits, how was your night?"

She said, "Which part of it?"

"How did you sleep?"

"Not good!"

"Is that so...? Why not?"

"You know why."

He lowered his voice. "And are you being good for me?"

"Yes," she whispered, feeling like an idiot saying it, but turned on by his voice nonetheless.

"Tell me...when you masturbate, what do you usually use?"

She answered promptly, "A big dildo."

He laughed. "Oh really? How big?"

"You don't want to know."

He said, "Well get rid of it."

No way! She sputtered, "No! I need it!"

"Not if you're going to be with me, you don't."

"But, but...but I need it!" she repeated.

"No, you don't. Have you forgotten what I asked 

you to do?"

"No."

"Then you don't 'need' it."

She was so torn between resentment and utter attraction to him.

"You there?"

"Yes," she said sullenly.

"Well, listen, the reason I called is that I'm 

going away for a few days. I have a conference to attend."

She said "Oh!" She felt a huge ache at the thought of him going away, leaving her like this!

"I'll be back on Friday. . .and I'd like to see 

you..."

"Ok" she whispered.

"Ok, Ill see you then. Will you be thinking about me?"

She said sarcastically, "You know I will."

He laughed, said, "Well I promise I'll make it worth the wait . . .if you promise me to do as I say."

"Yes, I will" she said. 

"Good. I'll see you in a few days. . ."

***

The "task" not to masturbate of course made Beth want to do it even more. By the end of three days she was in a state. She was so turned on she was in torment. It was torture. 

But it wasn't just dying to touch herself, make herself cum. It wasn't just the prohibition itself, it was the knowledge that she had agreed to it, was willingly playing this game with him. That very idea made her so hot and so wet. It felt corny, it felt ridiculous, but she could not deny how much it fucking turned her on to do it. He had imprinted himself on her body. He was there, with her all the time. 

She spent three nights literally tossing and turning in bed, thinking about him, aching for him. She laughed thinking now she finally understood why her girlfriends were so into sex, why they would fuck guys they met in bars. She was so used to satisfying her needs herself, to be "forced" to need a man was absolutely driving her crazy. 

When Friday came, she woke up in a fever pitch. Just the knowledge that he was going to be back in town, that he was near, that she would see him, made her throb with excitement and anticipation, the moment she awoke. Her nipples were already aching, already thinking about him! She could hardly wait for the night to come.

She couldn't help it. In the afternoon, she called him. He picked up right away. 

"Hi" 

"Where are you?" she said. 

"I'm still at the airport. Just getting my bags as we speak."

He could hear the sex in her voice, the need in it.

She got right to the point. "When are you coming over?"

"I'll be there around 8. I'll eat before I get there."

"OK, just ring me."

He said, "Be ready for me" and hung up.

***

She got ready by showering and putting on a short silky robe, and nothing else. The closer it got to 8:00, the more her body throbbed. She tried downing a few drinks but the alcohol had no effect on her over-stimulated system. Would he fuck her tonight? Would she see his cock, finally? Would he give her some other 'direction?'" She didn't know...

Jake drove over to her place knowing what awaited him there. He knew what kind of state she'd be in and that was just how he wanted it. He thought of her sweet soft body and drove faster, eager to get there, wanting her just as much as she was aching for him. 

He pressed her apartment number and she buzzed him up immediately. He knocked on the door and she opened it right away. He came in, didn't even say anything, just pushed her up against the wall next to the door and stood there, pressing his hard body up against hers, letting her feel his cock, looking into her eyes. 

He whispered, "Did you miss me?" as he kissed her neck. He reached down and ran his hands up her thighs, over the silky material of her robe. "Mmmmmm, I love this. . . Are you naked under there for me?" She groaned, sank against him, wanting him to touch her so bad. No one had ever spoken to her like this before. He saw her hips move, grind against him, wanting to draw him in. 

He whispered in her ear, "Have you been good...?" 

He reached up under her robe, smiled into her eyes, said, "Oh yes...." when he found how hot and wet and open she was for him. 

He kissed her as he lightly finger fucked her, sucked her tongue as he pushed two fingers up inside her. Mmmmmm he loved how hot she as for him, how she'd waited for him! 

He led her over to the couch, sat down and positioned her standing between his legs. He put his hands on her thighs and pushed away her robe. 

She shrugged out of it and stood in front of him, naked. 

Beth stood there, entirely passive, as he leaned back and took her in with his gaze. She had a beautiful body, a model's body. She was tall and naturally very thin. Her hip bones were visible and she had wide curving hips framing a perfectly flat stomach. He reached up and put his hands on her hips, just feeling her. He ran his hands up to her waist, holding them there, holding her directly in line with his cock and his eyes. It was as if he was fucking her, as if he was already doing it. His hands were big and warm and he ran them back over the curve of her ass, feeling her ass cheeks and drawing her a little closer. 

He knew what he wanted to do with her. She was so primed and ready for him. He could not wait a second longer.

He stood up and told her to "Get in the bedroom. Get on your bed and lie down." 

He knew she thought he was going to fuck her, but he wasn't. Not yet. 

He lay down next to her. God she was looking up at him so expectantly, with wide, innocent eyes, doing nothing, waiting for his move. She loved it, he could tell. Loved submitting to his direction, his desire, his dominance. That was just how he wanted it.

He got up on one side, leaning against his hand, propped up over her prone body, so he could see her, so he was above her. He began to touch her, run his hand all over her waist, stomach, hips, caressing her, but staying away from her tits and pussy. Just letting her feel how good his hands felt on her skin. 

He whispered "Isn't this better? Isn't it better to have me touching you. . .?"

Oh yes, but she wanted him to touch her breasts. She couldn't stand it! They'd been aching since that night he first kissed her. She arched her back, trying to get her hard aching nipples into his mouth.

He leaned down, ran his hands around her breasts. They were beautiful. Perfectly round and firm, big D-cups with tiny little pink nipples. He ran his hands over them slowly, wanting to go very very slow. Oh he was going to take his time and feast on them. They were so sexy, and she was so at his mercy. He massaged her, lightly touched them with his big strong hands, ran his palms over her nipples, then finally, squeezed them while looking up at her, as he leaned over and took one hard nipple in his mouth. She moaned so loudly. 

His warm hot mouth slowly sucked her nipples, biting them, sucking hard and deep, then harder and harder, sucking one while fondling and pinching the other. She looked down, saw his mouth, felt his curly reddish gray hair rubbing on her skin. Her whole being started throbbing and throbbing to his mouth and his tongue. He was torturing her, taking his time, driving her wild. She moaned and moaned as she started to open her legs, wider and wider, and could not help grinding her hips, seeking him out, begging him with her body movements to touch her. 

She whimpered, "Touch me! Please touch me!"

He reached down and while still sucking her nipples started feeling her soft wet pussy. She was so primed, so aroused and he loved it. He loved watching her, watching every reaction as he did what he wanted. 

He gently thrust two fingers in her, started fucking her lightly, keeping pressure on the opening of her pussy, while continuing to torment her nipples. 

Beth was in a state. She was turning into liquid. She relaxed and relaxed, her body melting into softness in his arms. Soon she became nothing but two aching, throbbing breasts and one grasping, demanding cunt, connected by his mouth and hands. He kept it up, not saying anything, so persistent. He sucked harder, fucked her harder, keeping it up, wanting her to get close to an orgasm. He wanted to make her cum! He wanted to feel her cum in his arms!

He felt total power over her body, was in total command of it and this made him raging hard. He couldn't help it, he took her hand and brought it down to his cock.

She heard him groan when she touched him, but almost immediately he thrust her hand away in order to start grinding against her. Oh shit, he had to! He wrapped her body tightly in his own, pseudo-fucking her, still sucking her tits.

Oh God! Beth was loving it. She felt like a little puppet. She was his little puppet. She loved being so passive! All she had to do was let him do what he wanted, and she loved this idea as much as she loved the feel of his mouth and fingers. But it was the thought of that cock, his cock, hard against her hip, threatening her, touching her, that began to trigger off an orgasm. . .

He could feel it. He heard her breathing change, knew she was getting close. Oh fuck yes, he wanted that. He knew exactly what to do. He hooked his fingers into her pussy and pushed on her G-Spot, kept up the pressure, felt her immediately start shaking and breathing hard. Oh yeah, that was it! That was it! He had her! He took his mouth from her nipples, finally, to look down and watch her and whisper to her. Oh God he wanted to see her cum!

"Yes, baby. Cum for me, cum for me . . ." his whispered as he held her to him.

Above her Jake watched as her legs started shaking violently and she gasped loudly, saying "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!!" He felt her back arch and heard her cry out over and over . Oh yes, she was cumming for him, she was cumming! He felt her pussy go into contractions, gush, squirt out liquid, spasm on his hand as her legs shook and trembled. 

FUCK he was so turned on! He couldn't help it. He kept grinding his cock against her. He hadn't even undressed. He reached down quickly and unzipped his jeans, took his cock out. He was so close to cumming himself. He got up, pushed her legs back and apart, wide open and knelt in between them. He could still see her pussy spasming, glistening, soaking wet. What an incredible sight. HE had done that to her. 

She looked up, still in a daze, while he started jerking his cock, soft at first and then harder. He was already grunting and groaning, already so close. He could feel his balls tightening, could feel the cum rushing up into his cock. Instinctively she spread her legs more, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes, bringing both hands to her tits, offering them to him, wanting him to cum on them! She said urgently, "Cum on me! Cum all over me!"

She had never done anything like this in her life! But she knew she wanted to see him cum on her. She fucking wanted it. 

He reached down and violently stroked his own cock while looking at her, lying there with her legs spread and her tits offered to him. Fuuuck, he groaned loudly, "Fuck I'm gonna cum" and then saw his cum spray out on her body, all over her breasts and her flat sexy stomach. "Uuuuhhhhhh" he moaned and moaned as he shot his load on her, all over his submissive little girl, his hot sexy little girl, her wet pussy, her beautiful face! 

"Fuuuck" he moaned as he collapsed onto her side, rolled over, hugged her, out of breath and feeling elated. "Fuuuuuccck I was not expecting that!" 

***

Beth awoke the next morning wrapped in his arms, fresh and clean from a shower. She'd snuck away and taken a shower while he slept. She'd needed to, and not just to clean herself up.

She stood in the shower and hugged her arms to herself, thinking over the night, and before you knew it she was crying. Weeping. Sobbing big ragged sobs. Just torrents of tears. 

It wasn't bad. She wasn't upset about anything. She was just...letting go. She felt this enormous load, this huge weight being lifted from her shoulders. The relief and happiness was so great it ripped through her violently. 

She was shaking with sobs, but they were good. Liberating and cleansing. 

When she was done, she crawled back into his warm arms and felt contentedly back to sleep. . .

***

She knew he was awake when he began nuzzling her neck, kissing her, reaching out and holding her waist. He whispered, "I knew this was going to happen the first moment I laid eyes on you... I knew I would have you under me, begging for my cum."

Oh god. She blushed when she thought of it! She'd begged him to cum on her tits, to spray her with cum, to shoot all over her, and she had loved it, wanted it! 

"You did not."

And then he started laughing. Really laughing. He was remembering something.

"What?" she asked.

"I think I've got myself a little cumslut!"

"Stop it."

"Mmmmm...Daddy's little cumslut.... How's that?"

He found himself getting hard, getting turned on. He rolled over towards her, touching her hips, rubbing his palms across her nipples. "Would you like that, to be Daddy's little slut?"

She said "No..." but he could hear her voice change. 

"Oh, I think so..."

He got closer, kissed her neck, licked her ear, whispered in it hotly, "Do you ever fantasize about Daddy? Daddy fucking you?" He knew the answer to that.. It was written all over her. And he knew by the way she reacted. 

Beth was getting turned on. Very very turned on and very wet, but she absolutely did not like the direction he was taking. She had to change the subject. 

She turned towards him, said, "So, um...is the 'submissive' part done with?"

"What?" 

"Well, it seems like it is. Are we going to be a normal couple now?"

He laughed. "Uh, no...I mean, there's no rulebook. Whatever happens happens, whatever we want."

"Oh."

He knew what was happening. She was trying to weasel away from him.

He rolled over, got on top of her, spread her legs a little, got his hard cock between them, started kissing her.

"Oh no you don't. You're not getting away from me that easily."

But he made a mental note to himself: "Daddy fantasies..."

***

A few days later they were sitting outside at a restaurant. 

Jake was saying, "Let me ask you something. . ."

"Ok."

"When you masturbate, what do you think about?"

She turned deep red. She absolutely, positively did not want to talk about this. 

"I can't tell you. No way. You may as well change the subject."

"Oh come on, now I have to know!"

She just stared at him. "I am not talking about this."

"Yes, you are." 

He was relentless. He hounded her so much she finally decided to tell him just so he would shut up!

"Ok fine, you were right, ok? I do have Daddy fantasies. It's my only fantasy. My favorite fantasy. I try many times to cum thinking about some normal guy, to a big cock, to whatever, but I don't cum I can't cum unless I think of a Daddy fucking his daughter. And it is sick and horrible and I hate you for making me tell you."

"What about the other night?! You certainly came then!"

She scoffed. "I mean. . .sex. When it comes to sex. Fucking."

"Oh, so this is about cock."

"Yes."

"Having a cock in your pussy. That's when the problems start."

"Or my mouth." God would he change the subject! She hated this conversation. Her face was boiling red and she could not look him in the eye.

He was not laughing. "Oh, come on, calm down. It's fine. I'm not judging you, I promise." He reached under the table and starting stroking her thigh. She was really worked up!

She was appalled, mortified, horrified, ashamed!

He said, "It's totally normal, totally natural, why are you so upset about it?"




Shameless Ch. 02



-one-

They made the six o'clock news.

Numbly, she listened to the story of how attractive, thirty-three-year-old Linda Tyler had been taken as a hostage during the course of the theft of a coin and stamp collection worth over a million dollars. Her fiancé, William Wells, who had lent the collection, stated that he didn't care what happened to the coins, he just wanted his future wife back, safe and sound.

"He'll get the insurance," Ed remarked placidly.

"She ain't insured," Johnny sniggered.

His eyes raked over her bare breasts, but by now she was so accustomed to that, it made no impression.

"When's Miles going to show up?" Larry demanded uneasily.

Tom shrugged. "Day. Maybe two. Go play with the cunt and stop worrying."

"Yeah." Johnny rubbed one big paw over the front of his jeans. "That's a good idea. Getting' horny again."

He rubbed the bulge at his crotch leisurely, surveying her through half-closed eyes. Considering what to do with her, she thought, the tension in her belly knotting up again.

She found herself holding her breath as he scrutinized her, and it was almost a relief when he beckoned her with a jerk of his head.

"Come along, teach," he grinned. "I got a little problem for you to work for the rest of the class."

Her breasts swayed heavily as she walked, and even though the room was, if anything, too warm, her nipples crinkled and hardened into rosy turrets. She noticed this with surprise, and concluded it was all part of the tension that was once more building inside her until she thought she might faint or choke or fly into violent hysterics...

Johnny motioned her to stand beside his chair, and reached up a hand to caress one of her nipples lightly. A shudder of-something--ran through her body.

"See," he said, glancing around at the others, "I don't know if you guys feel the same way, but I figure sometimes the best way to get the most out of something' is to leave the best bit till last. And when you got a broad, the cunt's the best bit of her, right? Right."

He smirked.

"Now, this one, she's not only got a cunt, like all broads, excepting' maybe Doris here--"

Doris raised a bored eyebrow.

"--but she says she's got a cherry too."

He paused, and slowly licked his lips.

"Man," he said softly, a faraway expression spreading over his face, "If there's one thing I like to do, it's popping' cherries....Ain't nothing like it."'

"Yeah' well," Larry broke in belligerently, "you ain't the only one, huh? You think you're the only one with a cock or something? Think you--"

"Knock it of," Tom ordered. "You can draw lots for it or something."

Johnny scowled.

"Yeah, well"' he said, but evidently didn't care to argue with Tom. "Anyway, like I was saying" why don't we leave the best bit 'till last--I figure she's got as good a mouth and asshole as any other broad."

Mouth? Asshole?

Linda couldn't repress a tiny moan of despair.

 Johnny squeezed her breast.

"Turns you on, huh?" he asked perversely "Like having a big cock plugging into your shit-chute, huh? Like getting' your mouth filled up with raw meat, huh, teach? Like drinking' down the spunk fresh from the faucet?"

He grabbed her other breast, leaving the nipple of the first one almost painful in its tingling tautness.

"I need to get my cock in a hole," he told her. "You choose which one, okay? I wouldn't want to push you into anything you didn't like-yet." He grinned up at her lecherously. "And I guess you'd rather one than the other. What's your favorite, huh, teach? Like sucking' dick, huh?"

Weakly, she murmured:

"I never have..."

Willy snapped his fingers. "What's the words from that dumb movie about Yul Brynner--that song she's singing to all them gook kids in China or somewhere?. .."

Doris exhaled, exasperated.

"What piece of profundity are we to be treated to?" she asked. "I assume you mean The King and I?"

"I assume I do." Johnny mimicked her style of speech. "She's telling these dinks, see, that if you teach, you get taught things by the kids--"

Doris raised her eyes to the ceiling, shook her head slightly, and closed her eyes.

"So," Johnny went on, undaunted, "I guess I'm going to teach Miss Tyler, here, how to go about giving a real good blowjob."

"With any luck she'll bite it off," Doris murmured.

"Then you could shove it up your pussy like a dildo," Larry giggled.

"Go play with your two inches," she drawled.

"She'll watch her teeth." Johnny spoke mildly, but with a strong threat underneath.

"The dogs got sharper teeth, if she don't." The prospect seemed to afford Larry entertainment, for he giggled again.

"Ready for class, teach?" Johnny asked, ignoring Larry. "Or do you want to get your bottom plugged this time?"

Her mind flickered from one prospect to the other--the idea of taking his penis into her mouth was nauseating, but the other alternative sounded positively agonizing.....

And maybe, just maybe, if she could stall them long enough, the police would come and rescue her before anything too terrible happened...

"All right," she said, in a voice that was hardly above a whisper. "I'll--"

She groped through her mind for the proper term.

"I'll-perform--fellatio," she managed to get out.

"Fell-ay-shee-o," Johnny drawled. "Shit, teach, I want my cock sucked, that's all."

Tom was suddenly staring at them, and a prickle of gooseflesh ran up her spine.

"She makes it sound like she was going to do you a big favor, Johnny," he said slowly.

"Huh?" Johnny turned to him questioningly.

"A big favor. But the way I see it," Tom went on deliberately, and now there was something other than iciness in his fixed gray gaze, "it's a privilege for a dumb-ass schoolteacher to get to suck off a handsome young stud like you."

"Huh?" Johnny's face was blank for a few seconds, then slowly a grin spread across it.

"Hey," he exclaimed, "you're right, Tom! A privilege for her, just like you say!"

"So..." There was a glitter in Tom's eyes that reminded her more than ever of a snake--a hungry snake, relishing the prospect of a meal to come, and relishing at least as much the pitiless procedure of transfixing and dispatching its prey. "So make her ask for it. Nicely."

From Larry came a choking splutter of gleeful giggling.

Doris wrinkled her nose slightly.

Ed licked his lips nervously.

Johnny's breathing speeded up audibly.

"Okay, Miss Tyler," he almost whispered. "You heard what the man said."

She stared at him, speechless.

Tom slowly got to his feet and approached her menacingly. In a flat-toned voice, he told her: "You just get down on your knees, lady, and ask Johnny real nice for the favor of letting' you suck his cock. Or I'll string you up by the wrists and take all the skin off of your fat ass with the whip I use for the dogs, and then see what we can find around the place to ram up your asshole and down your throat that you'll like a hell of a lot less than Johnny's meat. And then the dogs can finish you off."

He's mad, she told herself through her terror. He wouldn't dare, he wouldn't...

But suppose he ... He looks... his eyes... ruthless... twisted... nothing he wouldn't...

Nothing I can do ... nothing anyone can ever blame me for... nothing... nothing...

Stiffly, she sank to her knees, oddly conscious of the weight of her breasts flopping with the movement, and surprised to see that once more the pink nipples were rock-hard.

"Ask him. Beg him."

She didn't look up at Tom, but fixed her eyes on the straining bulge at the crotch of Johnny's Wrangler's. She remembered her earlier sight of the thing--huge, heavily veined, leaking tears of clear juice from its purple mushroom of a head.

Oh, it was unbearable, the pounding tension that wracked her belly and sent strange quivers through her thighs...

She forced her lips and tongue to shape the demeaning syllables she was forced to utter.

"Please... let... me..."

"Yeah? Yeah?" Johnny croaked.

"...s-s-suck..."

Her throat was suddenly parched dry.

The waiting silence in the room was almost tangible.

"...your cock," she finally forced out between lips that were almost numb.

And yet tingling with curious apprehension

Anticipation...?

"Sure," Johnny chuckled, "since you ask so nice, teach--you just fish it out and get your cute mouth wrapped around the old cock and lick it up good and hard, and see what Santa Claus going to give you for being' a good cunt!"

Her hands seemed to belong to somebody else as they reached for the zipped fly and began to manipulate the tab downward with difficulty over the strained bulge. It squirmed and heaved beneath her fingers like a little animal endeavoring to escape.

Somebody else's hands....

...but she felt every tiny sensation rippling from her fingertips up along her arms, shuddering down to her belly...

Sweating now with the fear and tension.

Her armpits were wet, and a trickle of moisture coursed down the valley between her breasts.

And the secret place between her legs was so drenched in perspiration that her white nylon panties were saturated, clinging with disgusting, soggy clamminess to her...

With a metallic rustle, the zipper moved along its track, and the two edges of cloth sprang apart as the great rod of flesh came surging out of captivity.

"That what you want, teach?"

She forced herself to nod.

To rest her palms lightly on either side of it, feeling the pulsating heat as the blood surged through its tissues.

To stare down at the angry-lipped bole that was already oozing colorless liquid.

To wrap her hands gently around its frightening girth...

(Such tender, satiny skin, like the petals of a rose; such exquisite skin to cover such a ravening, hideous monstrosity as this....)

To bend her head slowly, slowly, until the phallic mushroom was only an inch below her virginal lips.

To push her tongue out between them; and with its reluctant, quivering tip, to taste the skin that (petal-soft) covered the purple head...

It tasted like-

Skin.

The butterfly-gentle touch of her tongue was enough to turn the droplet-ooze into a sudden tiny stream, and the flow trickled onto her tongue before she realized what was happening. Startled, she drew back, her mind expecting the pungent foulness of heavily concentrated urine--

But her tastebuds discovered only a bland, almost nothing--flavor that was no more offensive than her own saliva.

She ducked her bead back down and tasted once again, more boldly this time, running her tongue across the width of the cockhead, lapping up the pre-coital fluid.

Johnny's harsh, choking inhalation, his tense quivering, assured her that she was doing the right thing.

Strange, how strange that such a tiny caress had the power to reduce this hulking male almost to helplessness!

She let the cockhead slide between her lips--hard, hard, yet at the same time vulnerable, the softness of cell-tissue underlying the hardness, the fragility of flesh curiously intrusive.

It was, somehow, almost lovable...

Her lips slid down below the corona, and tightened.

He was her captive.

Her willing, shuddering-with-pleasure captive.

She let her head drop further, until her lips touched her curving fingers. She inched them back down along the shaft, her lips following, the hot, throbbing flesh filling morn and more of the wet cave of her mouth until it reached the barrier of her throat, and she could accept no more...

And with a curious reluctance, she paused, and held it, and then slid her lips back up along the shaft, and back over the head, and let it stand free, glistening with her saliva.

"Doing fine, teach," Johnny hissed. "Natural-born cocksucker, that's for sure."

She scarcely heard him. She was contemplating his rigid, gleaming phallus with a strange feeling of possessiveness.

"Dig the balls out, Miss Tyler," the command came, and mechanically her fingers delved into his fly for the soft, wrinkled scrotal bag, coaxing it out of the parted fly, holding at last in her hands, even more vulnerable than his penis.

"Squeeze them a bit, huh? Not too hard."

Johnny's tone was almost pleading now that she had him in the grip of pleasure, and she delicately tightened her hold on his balls, alert for his sharply drawn breath of pleasure, and for the first hint of sound or tension that would alert her to the fact that she was approaching the edge of pain.

Fondling, tenderly squeezing his balls, she captured the soaring cockhead between her lips once again and ran the moist embrace of her mouth down the pulsing-veined shaft.

It went a little deeper this time. Somehow her throat seemed to open before the invading head, and for a peculiarly triumphant moment she felt it slipping past the barrier, before she thought about what she was doing and reflex took over, and she had to pull back again, choking slightly.

This time, before she enclosed the weapon with her lips again, she ran her tongue voluptuously all around the head, discovering its shape, the little cleft below where her tongue tip naturally lingered, bringing a whine and shudder of response from Willy. She explored the tip, too, poking her tongue at the little slit, then boldly thrusting inside for a fraction of an inch, bringing the bland honey welling forth.

His balls seemed to writhe in her hands as she sank her lips down towards the base of his shaft once again. His hips gave a convulsive thrust, forcing his cockhead past those throat barriers, and she could endure it better this time. He thrust again, and then she had to pull away for breath.

And again she plunged back down, and took his thrusts, and again, and all the time the tension in her belly was racking her nerves, and the slimy sweat in her crotch ran faster and faster, and made her itch, so that she wished she had a free hand to scratch herself.

Not that she would, of course, with them watching...

Would she?

As from a great distance, she heard Larry's high-pitched voice excitedly exclaiming:

"Jeeze, look at her go! Look how she's eating that thing! That's what I want next time--how about you, Ed, huh? You want to feel them juicy lips of hers wrapped round your dong? How 'bout you, Jake? Jeeze, her tits were terrific, but I bet her mouth is the living end!"

It was almost like the background cheering of the crowd of fans during a football game....

Johnny's pubic hair scraped coarsely against her lips and chin as she absorbed the last pulsating inch into the velvety-warm depths of her throat. The musky smell of him filled her nostrils, a sexual incense.

"All the way down, teach!" he gasped blissfully. "Christ, that feels so fucking good! Suck it, baby...eat it good...ah, Jesus!"

She slid her lips slowly back, releasing the steel-hard weapon fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch at a time, gasping slightly for the breath she had scarcely realized she needed, until once again only the mushroom head remained in the warm cavern formed by her mouth. And again she swirled her tongue around over the satiny skin, and probed with her tongue tip into to little oozing slit to taste the bland freshet of juice that welled forth to her summons.

So strong, the shaft that throbbed and made tiny movements as the blood pulsed through it, and the sensations she gave the head with her tantalizing tongue made the nerves jump with little tingles of excitement.

(Strange the little nerve spasms that shot through her belly and down into her crotch, as though in sympathy, increasing the itching, the sweating, until she felt she could not bear it a moment longer, that she had to do something to relieve it)

She glimpsed her breasts, nipples tight and hard, and she suddenly became aware that they were most painful in their angry tautness.

Tension...

Fear...

"How 'bout kissing my balls a little, baby," Johnny commanded breathlessly.

Obediently she let the cockhead free, and it slapped up against his belly, almost reaching his navel. He spread his thighs wider, and she nuzzled the hanging weights in their crinkle-skinned, hair-be-spattered sack, finding again that sexual incense, that rich, musky fragrance.

They seemed to heave responsively, churning beneath the caresses of her tongue. Tenderly she mouthed them for almost a minute, then licked her way back along veins engorged nearly to the point Of bursting to the eagerly waiting mushroom-head that pulsed in the air.

Once again she let it slide between her moist, hot lips, pressing it with her tongue and the linings of her cheeks. His breath was rasping with almost intolerable arousal, and his hands started to roam over her naked back and shoulders.

His touch sent a whole new wave of shudders through her belly, and she felt lightheaded, as though she would faint. Then one hand worked down and around and grasped one of her breasts, the palm closing over her straining nipple and rubbing it around in a circular motion that was just too much for her to take.

She pushed his hand away convulsively, and to her surprise he made no protest, but caught the back of her head in both hands and pressed, urging her downward, to take his fall length back into her throaty cavern.

His choppy breathing grew harsher and faster than ever, and she realized that he must be about to come. He was going to shoot that slimy stuff into her mouth this time, and-

She lashed at the broad head with her tongue as it slid in and out between her lips, almost pulling free, then plunging back into the furthest recesses it could reach. She started to work her own head back and forth, tightening her lips so that he had trouble getting through them, and suddenly she felt his body stiffen, and his fingers grabbed her shoulders and dug in painfully. His breath exploded into a series of gasping grunts, and her mouth was suddenly full of salty, slightly bitter fluid that she found herself gulping down, almost hungrily, until his cock was drained and empty.

He slumped back in his chair, his softening prick slipping from her mouth and keeling over onto his thigh.

She sat back on her heels, feeling weak and slightly nauseated now that it was over.

"Oh man," Johnny gasped, groping for a handkerchief and wiping sweat from his face, "that was one hell of a blowjob for a virgin, teach! You sure you ain't never done that before?"

She shook her head.

"So now how about thanking him for the privilege?" came Tom's steely voice.

She turned her head and looked at him, at his cruel gray eyes that fixed her own like a snake...

She turned back to Johnny.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"What for?" Tom's voice pursued relentlessly.

"For letting me suck your cock," she added meekly.

"Pleasure, teach," he leered exhaustedly. "Give you a lot more chances at it, too."

"Okay, knock it off," Tom said. "Get up and come over here, cunt, and let's take a look at you."



-two-



Slowly she rose to her feet, her legs cramped from kneeling, and went across the room to stand beside his chair. He looked at her coolly, cold gray eyes raking over her flushed face, her disordered hair lying in golden tresses about her shoulders, her high, firm, naked breasts, whose milky flesh was enhanced by the rosy circles of her now relaxed nipples. Her nude upper half was in lascivious contrast to her somewhat crumpled but still concealing skirt and stockings and shoes.

He said: "Lift your skirt up. Let's get a look at your legs all the way."

Reluctantly she gathered the material of her skirt in her fingers and tugged upwards. It slid tip over the nylon of her stockings with a whisper of electricity, and cleared their tops, exposing the tabs of her garter belt and the creamy skin of her well-shaped upper thighs.

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while his eyes appraised her legs, and flickered up to her breasts, and then to her face, and down to her legs again.

After what she had been through with Johnny, she could scarcely have believed herself capable of blushing again just through being looked at, but blush she did, the angry blood staining her face and neck and creeping down to her breasts. There was something about Tom..

"Put your feet apart," he ordered.

She moved them about ten inches away from each other, and he reached out a hand and ran it up her left thigh, as far as her stocking top. His fingertips probed under the band and her flesh cringed a little.

"You did a good job on Johnny, there, huh?" he asked.

What was she supposed to reply to that?

"Did it turn you on?" he demanded.

She stared down at him wordlessly.

He moved his hand abruptly, cupping her panty covered crotch. She started and cried out and tried to back away, but he had curled his fingers so that they dug into the soft flesh where her buttocks rose from the cleft of her sex, painfully enough to make her submit and stand quivering where he wanted her.

"Your goddamn panties are soaked," Tom announced coldly. "Sure it turned you on."

She tried to protest that it was no such thing, that she had been sweating because she was so frightened, but the words wouldn't come, and she could only manage an inarticulate little moan.

"Fucking hypocrites, you cunts," Tom muttered. "Always acting' so snooty, and most of the time running round all wet and funky like a bitch in heat."

The pressure of his palm against her crotch had started the slimy perspiration flowing again, and her legs felt oddly weak. Yet it was not entirely unpleasant--the pressure relieved the strange itching a little--

Or did it make it worse?

Without warning, he pulled his hand away.

"Turn around," he instructed her. "Hike your skirt up in back and let's get a look at that fat ass."

She swiveled around, and met Doris' steady gaze. The woman's face was expressionless, but her breathing was a little faster than normal.

Doris the dyke, Larry had said.

Doris' eyes gazed back at her, and Linda averted her own.

"Hike your skirt up," Tom repeated menacingly, and she groped behind her and tugged upward.

"Higher," Tom snapped, and she dragged the garment up around her waist in back, exposing the plump globes of her buttocks beneath the tightly-fitting white panties.

Tom's fingers hooked into the elastic waistband and yanked down, and the flimsy underwear slid away, leaving the satin-skinned creamy hemispheres fully displayed.

"Not bad." Tom ran his hand lightly over their surfaces, and the quivers of tension were renewed with such force that she thought she would collapse to the floor.

Then he insinuated his index finger into the cleft between her legs and pressed against the secret opening to her body, where no hand but her own had ever ventured since early childhood--and then only for absolutely necessary purposes, since her mother had warned her of the dangers of unnecessary contact with that area, of the terrible damage it could do so that no decent man would ever want to marry her....

Unable to help herself, she staggered forward, away from him, hampered by the panties clinging around the middle of her thighs. Alarmed, she swiveled around to face him, and was more frightened by his chilly smile than she would have been by an expression of outright anger.

He looked down at his finger, then said: "It's stinking' with your juice, you bitch in heat. Come here and lick it clean."

Reluctantly she returned to his side.

"Lick," he repeated inexorably, holding his finger up to her face, and she bent her head and took his finger between her lips, licking hurriedly, trying not to taste....

"Never tasted cunt before, huh?" Larry giggled.

"What do you think of it?" Tom asked, pulling his finger away and regarding her narrowly.

She shook her head slightly.

"Don't know if you like it, huh?" he interpreted. "Stick your finger in that swamp patch and get some more--get a good mouthful of it, teacher."

He grabbed the front of her skirt and whisked it upward, tucking it into her waistband.

"Get out of them goddamn panties," he growled, and she tugged them off over her feet.

"Toss them over here," Larry called, and she looked at him dubiously, but he held out his hand, so she threw them in his direction. He caught them neatly and dangled them, then raised them to his face and sniffed deeply.

"Hot cunt," he said. "Jeeze, ain't nothing' turns me on like the smell of juice out of a pussy in heat!"

"I'll send her over so you can smell it close up," Jake offered casually, but Larry shook his head, and inhaled the odor of the panties once again.

"Nah," he said, "I can wait. I wanna see her stick her finger up her cunt and suck it."

"So do it, bitch," Tom snapped at her.

The finger she lowered to her sex brushed over the crisply curling blonde pubic hairs and skimmed lightly over the inflamed cleft of her outer labia. Timidly, she rested it against the inner lips, and was shocked to discover that the area seemed to be bathed in wet jelly. Her own touch released another little glob, which came trickling down out of her secret canal and flowed over her finger.

"Lick it clean, now," Tom ordered, and she raised her finger to her mouth, and, gagging slightly, sucked it, and gulped.

It wasn't so bad....

Tom reached for her again, fingertips and palm holding her, pressing against the whole sensitive region. The itching became worse than ever, and involuntarily she squirmed against him, desperate for relief, rubbing her hair-covered lips and jelly-bathed slit against his hand.

A raging heat spread through her, and again that incredible weakness at the knees, so that she swayed and whimpered, and Tom suddenly grabbed her by the arms and tugged her around and down. She sprawled across his lap, helpless on her back, shoulders wedged against one chair-arm, hips tilted against the other, legs awkwardly splayed and dangling over the side. Her sex was opened wide now, displayed to all the eager watchers in the room, but in 

a few moments Tom's hand was back there, his fingers thrusting roughly into the bush of hair covering her venus mound.

Linda flinched a little, but the touch was still a relief, and she found herself pushing forward for more contact.

"She wants it--oh man, look how she wants it!" Johnny commented gleefully.

With his index and middle finger, Tom traced along the twin valleys that ran between her outer and inner lips, separating the folds of coral flesh even more widely, so that they gaped open and defenseless. He ran his fingers, together now, back along the center ridge, almost to the point where the lips first began to divide, and paused, and pressed slightly, and suddenly the intolerable heat consuming her body turned into a wild explosion, centered where his fingers pressed and vibrated, ripping through her belly, and she shrieked and thrashed and tried to fight him away, because it was just too much to bear, too much, too much, too much....

There was a blackness swirling around her for a few moments, then she found herself still sprawled across Tom, panting for breath, the itching, the heat, the tension miraculously relieved, and her belly full of a warm throbbing that slowly died away and left her curiously at peace...

Tom heaved her roughly off his lap, and she staggered to her feet, her disheveled skirt pulling loose from where he had tucked it around her waist and falling to hide her lower torso and thighs. She sank down into one of the chairs, exhausted.

She closed her eyes and rested her head back against the chair, longing for sleep. And when none of them disturbed her, she fell into unconsciousness in a matter of seconds.

*****

The eleven o'clock news was just beginning when she emerged from the hazy depths of slumber, her head heavy and confused, her body covered with gooseflesh now that the evening had grown cooler. She wanted her sweater, but was afraid to move, to draw attention to herself. She did nothing more than open her eyes and slightly ease her cramped neck, then she sat staring mindlessly at the television screen, feeling that her own strange situation 

was scarcely more real than the political maneuverings being displayed there. In the aftermath of some scandal earnest declarations were being made of the commencement of a new era of openness and integrity and true concern for 

democracy...

"Seems to me I've heard that song before," Doris said wryly, getting out of her chair. She saw that Linda was awake. "You want something to eat, dear?"

Her tone was friendly enough now, Sally thought, and forced a smile of response to her lips.

"Come in the kitchen, then, and we'll see what we can find. Here." She fished Linda's sweater from the floor by one of the chairs. "Better put this on--you'll catch cold."

The men seemed uninterested in her at the moment There were empty scotch bottles on the table, and Linda thought they must have been drinking quite heavily. Doris followed the direction of her gaze and winked, then beckoned with her head for Linda to follow into the kitchen.

Doris took a plate of cold chicken and a quart of milk from the refrigerator and set them on the table with paper plates and napkins. The two women sat down and Doris reached for a chicken leg. Sally took a piece too, not really wanting it until she started to nibble at the meat, when she found that she was quite ravenously hungry.

"Take some more," Doris said, pushing the platter towards her. "You'll need to keep your strength up with that mob of horny hoods panting after you."

Linda looked at her wonderingly.

Doris shrugged.

"Sorry, dear," she said. "Fuck--all I can do about it. Except--well, if it's any consolation, we drew lots a while ago for who gets you tonight."

She took another leg of chicken and bit into it. 

"I won," she added, with her mouth full. "Ever made it with another woman before?"



"To Be Continued..."



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"It's crazy! It's sick!"

He laughed. "And you wonder why you have a 'sexual problem!'"

She absolutely wanted to crawl under the table and hide. Just get away from him. This was so mortifying to her. 

"It is NOT normal. None of my sisters have these fantasies, none of my friends!"

"Maybe because they're too stupid to know it," he said. "Every girl has fantasies about Daddy!"

"But not when they're 27! And it's not MY Daddy I think about."

Oh god she wanted to get away.

"I know that, do you think I'm an idiot? I didn't say that, did I? I said 'Daddy.' Generic. Not a person. It's more. . .an idea."

When he put it that way, it didn't seem AS bad.

"What idea?"

"Only you know that." 

She said, "Well whatever it is, I'll tell you 

this about it. I think it's a problem. I really found this out in my other relationships. I'd be having sex with my boyfriend, and I would start having the fantasy. I just could not cum, could not even get close, without it. And it just got all confusing. I wanted those thoughts out of my head but I couldn't get them out, and I couldn't just BE with the guy I was with. And then he being there would get in the way of the fantasy. I am so twisted!"

She truly thought she was a horrible, nutty freak job. A sexual deviant, dysfunctional, frigid or worse!

He said, "Would you listen to me? Did you not hear what I said about me, married? Don't you think I talked to my wife about her fantasies? About mine? Don't you think I knew everything about her and still wanted her?"

"But I'm sure you've never heard anything as horrible as this!"

Oh God she was so young! "Oh yes, I have. If that's the worse you've got, you're never getting rid of me. And don't forget, I know your father. Shit, I'd be completely astounded if you didn't have Daddy issues."

"It is the worse I've got. I have nothing more. Just this, and I am so screwed!"

He said, "No, you're not. You're no different from any other woman, any other person. Everyone has SOME fantasy scenario in their head, whether they know it or not."

"Well what am I supposed to do about it?"

"I'll tell you! So. . .you have this fantasy. Your ultimate fantasy. . .it makes you wet. . .it makes you cum . . .you can't get it out of your head . . ."

"Yes, that's all true. . ."

"So use me."

"Use you? How?"

"Use me. Act it out with me."

"What, you mean like 'role play'?"

"If that's what you want."

She instantly got this stupid image of herself in a schoolgirl outfit sitting on his lap. And she had once tried something like that with a boyfriend and it had felt so goddamned dumb she cringed at the memory.

"No. I'm too old. It's too corny. And I'm a very bad actress."

He laughed. "You don't have to 'act.' Just be yourself. Be exactly who you are. And leave the rest up to me."

"I don't think I could, I'd be too ashamed." 

"Maybe...or maybe it's a control thing again. You don't want to share, let someone else become part of your fantasy. You want to keep it all for yourself! You know it's inhibiting you, but you want to hang onto it nonetheless!"

"But it's incest! It's not some stupid role play shit. I like straight on, direct incest fantasies."

"Well I hate to tell you this, hon, but if you want to just give up and leave it there, then you are screwed! But I'M here! I'm the best you've got. Bring those fantasies to me. Let me be part of them. Somehow. . ." 

***

Beth couldn't deny that he was right, damn him.

One by one he was exposing the lies and secrets she kept to herself, revealing to her that her "sexual problem" was not some terrible mysterious fate, but a consequence of her own choices and desires. 

She wondered why none of the other guys she had been with had ever figured this out, or even noticed that deep down, she hadn't ever really been with them, mentally, when they thought she was. She was not there, not present when she was having sex. She was in her own head. Jake was absolutely right. She did want to be in control, stay in control, and above all, never let a man 

see her completely. She wondered why.

She knew she felt fear, and self-protection. She didn't trust men when it came right down to it. She did not trust them with her sexuality. She also felt shame, which was related. The shame came from a fear of being...what? Laughed at? Rejected? Found to be disgusting in some way? 

But now, she was with someone who not only knew exactly if she was present or not, but could see and wanted to see and know everything. Someone she absolutely could not hide from. 

It was both good and bad at the same time. If anyone said this was going to be easy, they were crazy. Part of her wanted it, but a large part wanted to go right back to her dildo and her usual ways. 

But she could not deny the evidence of her body. It didn't matter what fears were in her head: her body loved it, wanted him, responded to him. Her breasts continually ached at the thought of him, the sound of his voice. Her pussy constantly throbbed, constantly ached thinking about him. And as difficult as it might be, she was going to trust in that.

***

So when Jake called her a few days later, his voice husky and, she could tell, horny and full of lust, wanting to see her, she was ready for him.

He didn't say much, just "Come down to my office."

When she got there it was dusk, and aside from the night clerk, everyone else had gone home. She knocked on his door, didn't wait for an answer and came in. He was sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair, waiting for her. This was it. This was the Daddy thing. She could tell from one glance that he was hard and throbbing. She knew what this was.

He ordered her to "Lock the door."

She did, and started walking towards him slowly.

When she got close to him, he said "Did you come here to suck my cock?"

Oh fuck. No "Hi sweetie!" No corny shit. He got straight to the point. She felt her pussy gush, she was so turned on. 

She stared at him and slowly nodded, came and kneeled in front of him. 

"I know you did. That's why you drove all the way over here. . ."

Jake pushed back from his desk, positioned her between his thighs, reached down and touched her nipples. She drew in her breath.

". . .Because you want Daddy's cock in your mouth."

Ohhh FUCK this turned her on!! She had thought it would be corny but it was NOT. He was so fucking hot sitting there behind his desk, in his suit. . .

"Take it out. Take it out, Beth. Take my cock out. It's so hard right now."

He just leaned back. She could see the outline of his big prick. She was on fire. She wanted it. She wanted to suck this big fat cock. She kneeled between his legs, got beneath him, her skirt pushed up, her shirt open. He continued to stroke her tits while she ran her hands up his thighs, wanting to see, to taste, to touch. 

She unzipped his jeans, freed his cock, which sprang out red and angry and throbbing. Oh God! She could not help it. Images came to her, images from porn she had seen, erotic pictures, of a girl on her knees in front of an older man, taking out his huge cock. . .Daddy's big cock. . .Jake's cock. . . for her to suck and suck and suck. 

She didn't use her hands. She kept them on his thighs, pushed herself up so she could suck him from above. She looked up at him, with her big brown eyes, lowered her head, opening her mouth, directing that cock to her lips. Jake moaned loudly when he felt her lips on him, so wet and warm, just as he had wanted from the first moment he met her. In this office. And now it was happening. He sucked in his breath, WATCHED HER, hissed at her "That's it, take it."

He kept one hand, then both hands on her head while she bobbed up and down taking him deep and sliding out, deeper into her mouth each time.

It was so lewd, so direct and undisguised. He spoke low and hot to her, telling her to "Take my prick into your mouth. Get it deeper."

Oh God, she started to moan with the pleasure of it. She widened her throat, relaxed, used every skill she possessed to take as much as she could, as deep as she could. 

She sucked him for what seemed like forever, lost in the pleasure of it, her eyes closed, getting closer and closer to an orgasm herself. The more he groaned and the more she sucked the more she felt her pussy spasming, tightening, building towards it. She had no need to go "into her head" because she was sucking Daddy's cock and he was saying to her "Oh, you're such a good dirty little cocksucker! You want this. You've wanted it your whole life. Get it deeper. Get that cock deeper in your mouth, I know how much you want it."

She was gagging on it but she didn't care, she just wanted to keep sucking.

He was getting close. She could feel the head swelling in her throat. He was grasping her hair tighter and tighter, and fucking up into her mouth harder and faster. 

Jake leaned far back in his chair, legs spread, his eyes tightly closed, as his "little girl" was on her knees sucking his big prick. Oh FUCK!!! He had told himself he was only "helping her out" but oh shit this was not a joke. This fantasy scenario was exciting him more than he ever expected, making him SO FUCKING HARD. He was not doing this just for her, oh no. He fucked up hard into her sweet little mouth, pushed his cock deep into that throat, and then all thoughts left his head as he felt the unstoppable rush of his orgasm hurtling up through his spine, the back of his legs OH FUCK! "Oh, Daddy's gonna fuckin' cum. Daddy's gonna fuckin' cum...!!"

Just as she felt his cock throb and pulse with the rush of cum traveling up from his balls, Beth groaned and opened her mouth wide. She wanted him to shoot into her mouth! She wanted him to see it, see her begging for his cum, like she had the other night. She wanted Daddy to feed her his fucking cum, right into her moaning, sexy little mouth. 

Jake made one final huge groan when he saw that, and watched in total astounded ecstasy as his prick shot stream after stream of milky cum onto her lips, tongue, and face. He could no longer speak, just grunt as he came hard in spurt after spurt, looking at her blissful expression!

Oh fuck, Jake thought! Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK that was hot! So fucking hot. She was such a hot little fucking cumslut! He reached down, wiped some of his own cum from her face, kissed her hard, passionately, said, "Oh you are so FUCKING hot! I love that little fantasy of yours!!"

They were both absolutely breathless and wiped from the intensity of it, of what they were doing. Beth lay leaning on his lap, he was stroking her hair. He leaned down, whispered in her ear, "I know that was hard for you. . ." but Beth turned around, grabbed his head, kissed him back. She wanted to show him how grateful she was to him, how glad she was to have met him! She kissed him passionately, moaning and running her hands through his hair, still so excited, still in some sort of dream. She pushed herself against him, rubbing her tits against his chest, grinding against his thighs. His physical presence drove her nuts. She wanted to give herself to him, how him how much she loved what he was doing to her, for her.

He kissed her back, running his hands over her ass, reaching behind and squeezing her cheeks, bringing her pussy close to his cock.

She was so worked up. She wanted to say it but she absolutely could not bring herself to. She just moaned, rubbing against him, said "Would you fuck me now, please . . .!"

Oh SHIT, thought Jake. Oh shit. He hadn't wanted to yet. He'd wanted to wait, do it his way, but he could not stop this from happening. He groaned loudly. Her words had made his half-hard cock instantly swell up, instantly become raging hard again. They were both in such a state.

He stood up, grabbed her, pulled her violently upright. Ordered her to "Turn around! Bend over!!!"

She did as he asked. Her skirt was hiked up and she still had her heels on from work. Her long legs stood straight up behind his desk and her ass was in the air. And she leaned down with her face on the desk.

He couldn't get a good angle on her, so he said, "Lift your ass up! Spread your legs!!" She did. . .and he looked down at her pose, her sweet little ass, her long, long legs and that wet, wet pussy spread wide open for him. 

He growled, grunted, grabbed his cock, directed it to her cunt lips and pushed in brutally, violently, in one movement. "Uhhhhh" he groaned. "Oh yes, oh yes. . .Daddy's going to fuck you!"

Beth was out of her mind. Here she was, just as she had pictured a million times before in her fantasies, bent over in a submissive position, entirely passive, as "Daddy" fucked her! She had to reach out and hang onto the edge of the desk as he began to fuck her hard, shoving her against the desk and making her cry out with each thrust. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed over, stunned—she was looking at something but seeing nothing. Her face was the very picture of feminine pleasure as his cock pierced her over and over.

Jake slapped his balls against her cheeks, buried his cock in her, ground his hips into her, grunting and groaning. Her pussy was sopping and making wet sexy sounds as he slammed into her again and again.

He growled "I'm fucking you now! Daddy's fucking you, how does it feel?"

His angry swollen cock was spurred by his own words, by the luscious fantasy that had them both moaning with crazed lust.

Beth could not stop herself. His words echoed in her brain, "Daddy's fucking you...Daddy's fucking you...Daddy's fucking you..." and that made her moan over and over "Yes, I want it, I want it, I want it. . ." It was so good, so good!!

The second Jake felt her pussy clench him tighter, as he heard her say frantically "Oh I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he lost it. The fantasy had them both in its grip so tightly that they had to cum together. They were connected on some primal plane that had nothing to do with cock and cunt but the same horrible, dirty, illicit idea.

"Oh I'm cumming" he yelled out, "Take it! Take Daddy's cum!" and their mutual orgasm exploded. She came and came and came on his throbbing cock as it violently spasmed deep in her pussy. Flooding her with semen as she clenched and clenched and sucked it inside her!

Jake collapsed on top of her, absolutely destroyed, moaning, "Oh you hot little cunt, you hot sexy fucking little slut..."

***

A little while later she was lying on his chest, drowsing in his office, totally wiped. She looked up at him and said, "What about you? Don't you have any fantasies?"

"Not so much. Not anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I'll tell you THAT story some other time. . ."



Shameless Ch. 03



Author's Note: Please see the Author's Note on p. 1 of first chapter. Lots of raunchy stuff here!



"Mmmmm. . .Good Morning"

It was a few weeks later. Beth was at Jake's house, cuddled up against him, naked. It was very early. He'd awoken her with his hands running against her hips, kissing her neck. Oh that felt so good. . .she smiled and leaned back into him, reached back and felt for his cock, which she knew would be hot and hard for her.

The past few weeks had been. . .intense. There was no other word for it.

Ever since that night in his office, they had both been drawn into the power of her fantasy, this little game. It turned them on so much they could not stop it even if they wanted. They would talk, normally, in the course of the day, but the minute he came over, he would get behind her, nuzzle her neck, push his cock into her back and start telling her "Daddy" wanted to fuck her, that he couldn't help himself, that he'd been thinking about her all day. That word, that one hot dirty little word, was everything. It was a compromise. Something that allowed her to channel at least part of her fantasies into reality. Into HIM. They would fuck, quickly and frenzied, exhausting themselves.

Beth was happy, or thought she was. And she would have been perfectly happy if things had continued just like this indefinitely, but one day things started to change. . .

They had their first fight. A little tiff, which began when Jake texted her in the middle of the day, telling her he wanted to see her, he needed to see her "in his office." She texted back: "Can't. Busy." Well! This had made him angry. Really fucking angry. He knew she had a job, but still, he was irrationally pissed off.

That whole week she kept telling she couldn't see him, she was busy with a case. He'd hardly seen her in two weeks. Then one night, he called her house and a man answered, laughing, saying "Beth's house!" Jake hung up. He was so mad he threw the phone across the room.

He realized he could not stand the idea of her with another man. He couldn't bear the thought of her out meeting other men, even thinking about other men sexually. It drove him crazy. And while he was at it, he was getting frustrated with the sex they were having. It was hot, so fucking hot, but it was bugging him. This fantasy. . .it was great. . .but it was a little like having a super-charged vibrator always on hand. It was a prop. A crutch. It bothered him. And it bothered him that it always had to be in her mind. 

Or so he told himself.

He didn't ask himself if his sudden dissatisfaction with her fantasy had something to do with his jealousy. He didn't ask himself if he was in love with her. He didn't wonder if maybe it was because he liked it a little too much. He just decided it "had to go."

The next time they were having dinner he brought it up.

"Who was that at your house the other night?"

"Huh?"

"I called you. A man answered."

"Oh, that was you who hung up."

"Yes, me. Who was it?"

"Relax, Detective!" She didn't like the way he was talking to her!

"What have you been doing, why haven't I seen you?"

He was fuming suddenly and so was she. 

"Look, I know we have this thing going, but I have a life. I hope you don't expect to control that too."

"No, but I want an answer. Who was that?"

"A friend!"

"A friend. Well the next time you want a fuck, maybe you should just call him."

She just stared at him.

"Call him up. I'm sure he'd love to be your Daddy."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what it means."

"No, I don't. Why don't you tell me?"

"Well, it's true isn't? Anyone can be your Daddy. Absolutely anyone! Any guy, any asshole, any stupid fuck off the street!"

He knew very well he wasn't exactly being fair, but his jealousy had gotten the better of him. He could not stand the idea of some other man taking his place!

"Well I haven't heard you complaining about it!"

"True. I haven't. But you're just using me."

"YOU TOLD ME TO!"

"Yes," he said quietly, "You're right. I did. I'm sorry."

He reached out, held her hand, "Can you just be with me? Is that really so hard for you, to just be with a man?"

Oh, crap. Here it was. She didn't say anything. She was having horrible déjà vu because she had been asked those very same exact questions, by the guy she was seeing, many many times in her life. Right before she broke up with them.

Her mind was a blank. She was facing a wall.

"Apparently not. I don't know how. I can't."

"I know."

"You think we're only play-acting, but I'm not. I NEED it."

"No you don't."

"I think I do."

"Nooooo, you don't."

She just looked at him, feeling fidgety and uncomfortable and scared.

Jake said, "Maybe we can. . .go backwards. Start over somewhere. . ."

"So you don't want to break up?"

He laughed. "No! What gave you that idea?"

"This is where all my relationships break up. Right here."

"You mean this is where you ditch them."

"Ok fine."

"Well you're not. We're going to keep going."

She was feeling much, much better. This was the very first time things hadn't just exploded into an angry fuck you break up scene. She felt so grateful to him! 

"All right. . .so what's next?"

"We have to stop fucking."

"Oh!" She was not expecting that.

"I want you to go on another date with me."

She laughed, "A date?"

"Well not that kind. An appointment. . . to 

really have sex with me."

"When?"

"I don't know. When the time is right."

***

They did stop having sex, but they didn't stop kissing, sleeping in the same bed, getting very worked up. Beth found out that not fucking was almost as hot as constantly fucking. She could not wait to see him at the end of the day. She thought about him constantly, wanted him constantly, wondered what he meant, what he wanted. . .waiting for his direction . . .

That was just how Jake wanted it. He wanted her to miss him, want him, need him, in the absence of EVERY single thing she usually had to replace a man in her mind. He wanted to force her to get in touch with that need, her own lack, her own desire, without resorting to some mythical idea. He could wait. He was a very patient man.

***

It was the night of the annual police fundraiser.

They'd been planning to go to this little shindig for a while. Jake had to go every year. He had to go and kiss some ass, make an appearance, stroke some egos. And the biggest ego of all was going to be the man himself, Beth's father. Of course he would be there. Should be interesting.

Beth was thinking the same thing. Jesus the fates were conspiring.

She stood naked in her bedroom, thinking about it. On the one hand, it could be. . .awkward. Very Oedipal. Strange. On the other, it did present an opportunity. A perfect one. . .

She thought about it, wondering what to do, and made up her mind.

She wanted to take the next step, whatever the fuck that was. She was in the dark, because she truly did not know. All she could think of to do was to get ready for him.

She sat down in front of her mirror. She felt absolutely sexual. It was so erotic, this ritual—turning herself into an object for a man, and she wanted to take her sweet time with it. She was going to slut it up. Tastefully but clearly. 

She was all smooth and shaved from her shower. She had slathered lotion all over herself. Now she took time applying her makeup, really laying it on, including deep red lips. Her thick brown hair was flowing over her shoulders. She knew what she wanted to wear. She had a simple, classic, tight black dress that was very low cut. It had subtle lace running around a low scoop showing deep cleavage. She put on tiny black lace underwear, black thigh highs and heels, and doused herself with perfume. This is what she liked, this is what made her feel good, looking like this. She didn't do it often, but it seemed like the right occasion. 

Standing up, looking in the mirror, she thought she looked pretty good. With the hair and the lips and the boobs, she had a definite Angelina vibe going on, as her friends were always telling her. This was no time to be shy about it. She was walking into the lion's den. She may as well embrace it.

When the time got close, she was very excited. 

She knew tonight was the night. Something was going to happen. She couldn't wait to see him.

He knocked on the door. It was a black tie event, so when she opened it, she saw him standing there in a rented tux and they both said "Holy shit!" and "Look at you!" at the same time. Their chemistry was right on point this evening. 

He smiled, stared at her, came up close. He could tell from one glance, not just from how she looked but her attitude and expression, that she had done this to tell him she was ready for their little "date," their appointment. Fuck she looked so hot, so beautiful! 

"Did you do this all for me?" 

She looked him in the eye, "Yes, I did."

"Yeah, I can see that. . ."

He held her hips with one hand, drawing her back to his cock, with the other holding and caressing her breasts and kissing her neck.

He spoke into her ear. 

"I'm going to be with you all night. And I want to come back here afterwards. Is that what you want?"

She nodded. He knew she did. 

"Then will you do something for me?"

Again she nodded. 

"What are you wearing under that dress?"

"Underwear. Panties," she breathed.

"Will you take them off? You have no idea how much it will turn me on to know you are naked under there." 

Actually, she didn't want to. It seemed like it would be uncomfortable. But she wanted to do what he asked her to do even more. She nodded in his eyes, reached under her skirt, stepped out of her panties. He kept her legs spread, got between them. She groaned and groaned. Shit he had such an effect on her!

"I love that you did this for me."

"So, are you ready to go?"

***

Driving over in the car, Jake held Beth's hand. Just making a subtle acknowledgment of the building tension between them. And all through the party, he kept it up. Keeping his hand on her hip. Touching her ass lightly when it was appropriate. Brushing his hands against her breasts by accident. When they were separated, she would catch his eye across the room and a tense, electric look would be exchanged. She knew he was thinking about her nakedness.

It was all heightened by the fact that she looked so hot, and a lot of men were staring at her, alone or not, married or not. The whole night passed in the most erotic haze. At one point she caught his eye and glanced at him as she headed out to the patio, out on a balcony. They were way up on the top penthouse suite of some really tall building. She stood on the edge, looking out over the city, remembering how she had done the same thing a few months ago, alone. But this time, she wasn't. She felt him, heard his steps approaching behind her. She felt him come up behind her and before he said anything, before his arms touched her, she felt his cock. He just pushed it lightly into the small of her back, letting her feel it, letting her know what she already knew, that he had been hard all night watching her, that she was turning him on. He leaned in and murmured into her neck, "Feel that?" Oh yes, she did. It was all she could think about.

She had thought she was going to be swamped with "issues" this evening, but she wasn't. Her father was indeed there, standing in line, receiving guests, blathering on to all his cronies. But she did not care. Nothing was on her mind this evening but Jake's presence. His eyes, his hands, his cock. 

At one point, they had to go make an appearance. He had his hand firmly on her back, touching her ass slightly, hidden from people, while they went up to see him.

"Ah, here she is!"

"Hi Daddy"

Oh my god. That word, said out loud, their own private secret dirty fucking word. She had thought it was going to be. . .weird. Creepy. But, it wasn't. In fact something strange happened. Standing there with Jake's strong, warm arm about her waist, literally positioned between the two dominant male forces in her life—her father, her lover—she was swamped with two amazing, unexpected revelations. One was: "I really don't have any control over my sexuality." And the second was: "And I have absolutely no shame about it." That was it. As simple as that. She felt total surrender. An absolute letting go. She was who she was. There was nothing bad, nothing at all to "do" or to "change." 

The situation was so funny, so emblematic. Here she was, with the knowledge of her fantasies in her head, her naked pussy, and the men she desired—or had desired, at some point. She didn't ask to be here. She didn't know where it all came from. What could she do? She had these fantasies, she probably always would. But that didn't mean she couldn't ALSO be with a man.

She had the most profound, strange revelation. All this time, she had thought to herself: I have trouble responding to men simply, naturally, because these fantasies are in the way. And if I could just get rid of them, "get over" them, then everything would be great. But that was wrong, she saw that now. Absolutely, fundamentally wrong.

No, the truth was: she was ashamed of what her fantasies expressed—her craving for men, whether it was Daddy or anyone else. And if it all flowed from her father, so what? She had not accepted her own, her very own feminine desire. She saw it all as horrible, and it was easier to focus on the taboo nature of her fantasies than it was to confront that. Shame and self-rejection were holding her back, those and nothing more. And knowing that, she could accept herself. Completely. Without any judgment at all.

She said, "Daddy, you know Jake, right?"

"McAllister."

"How are you, sir?"

"I hope you're taking good care of my little girl here!"

"Oh, I am, sir, I am."

***

Driving back to her place, she didn't tell Jake any of the thoughts that had flashed through her mind. All he knew was that as soon as they had gotten through the receiving line, she had taken him aside, stood up to him, put her hand on his ass and told him "I want you to take me home." Oh she was on fire, he could see that. She wanted him. She was ready for him. 

When they got back to her place, he took her into her bedroom, sat her on the bed. Then he began to strip. He wanted her to see him naked, fully, raw, real, right in front of her and right away. He unbuckled his belt, let his pants fall to the floor. His cock was jutting up in his boxers. He was looking at her while he took them off. 

Beth just lay back and looked at him.

She had sucked this cock. She had fucked this man. But she had never been made so aware of his physical presence, his brute male presence, so solid and real. She was soft, naked, leaning back while he just stood there in front of her, wanting her to look at him, at his whole body. He got closer, spread her legs, stood between them. 

"Stand up."

He took her dress off, undid her bra, pulled off her stockings, drew her hips back with his big hands till she was nestled right against his hard, hot cock, pressed into the small of her back, his thick thatch of pubes mashing up against the cheeks of her ass. He kept her there, held her there, said, "If it weren't so corny, I'd blindfold you. This is about you and me, and nothing else. I don't want you to think about anything else."

He began to kiss her neck, reached around and cupped her breast, flicked her nipples. "Come and get in the shower with me."

He led her in there, turned on the hot, steaming water. She scrubbed all her makeup off while he soaped her up, running his hands all over her body, from her ankles up her legs, to her thighs, up the crack of her ass, over her pussy, her hips, just like she had imagined a long time ago. When he got to her tits, he kept his hands there. He knew how sensitive they were, how they ached for him. They were sudsy and warm and her hard nipples were standing up and out, wanting his mouth and lips. He held her tits, caressed them, squeezed them, played with them while he began to talk to her.

"Do you ever wonder why I know so much about you? Because I do, Beth. I know."

"Well I haven't told you much about my wife. My marriage."

"We got married when we both 19. Very young. I was a virgin, and so was she. So trust me when I tell you we knew nothing about sex. My wife was exactly like you when we got married. Very, very inhibited. A lot of hang-ups. . ."

Beth was in a state listening to him. His voice, so hot, soft and sexy in her ear, seemed to go straight to the pleasure centers in her nipples, which he was rubbing as he spoke. God! 

"So anyway, needless to say our sex life was pretty bad at first. Not horrible but not passionate. We never talked about it. We were both too shy. I wasn't quite as repressed as she was, but I never even thought of talking about it with her. We would have sex a couple of times a week. Straight, decent, normal sex. It was all very normal. And I think most people stay just like that.

"You think you're the only person to be bothered by your own fantasies? To have sexual urges that you don't like or want? You're so wrong."

"A few years into my marriage, I started having 'thoughts.' Urges, desires, to be more dominant with my wife, and I hated them. They bothered me tremendously. My lovely, sweet wife. I loved her so much. And yet. . ."

His voice got huskier, as he remembered.

"I also wanted to throw her on the bed and call her a dirty little whore! My beautiful wife. I wanted to push her down, tell her to fuck me, I wanted to dominate her, make her beg me to fuck her. I wanted to do a lot of things I just couldn't deal with."

"But one night, this was about two years into our marriage, things changed."

"It was a night a lot like tonight. We went to a party. She got dressed up, just like you. Fuck, she looked hot. I don't know why but that night I was in a strange frame of mind. Things had been really bothering me. I had even been thinking of separating, or something. I was angry. I wanted something to change." 

"I had no idea, but she was thinking the exact same thing. I didn't know this til later. She had a lot more going on in her mind than I knew, actually. . .But anyway. That night, things just. . .happened."

Beth felt his cock harden, get stiffer. Heard his breathing change. Whatever he was remembering, it was making him really really turned on.

"She had a black dress on, just like you. And at this party I watched her all night, looking at her body, picturing her under me. Images came into my head. And, just like that, I knew I was going to do it."

He laughed.

"I know she knew something was up, because I was staring at her, glaring. She said my eyes were burning every time I looked at her."

"So when we got home. . .I took her right into the bedroom. I pushed her on the bed. Oh fuck my cock was so hard. I told her to 'Get on your hands and knees!' I was speaking to her like I never had before. Ordering her around. Telling her what to do. Mmmmm. . ."

She felt his cock pushing against her. 

"Do you want to know what I did? Hmmm?" 

Beth could not breathe. 

She felt him begin to push her over. In the shower. He held her hips and very deliberately, very firmly, pushed her upper body over, holding her there, down, bringing her hips close to his, getting her beneath him in a submissive position.

"I fucked her, Beth, for the first time. . .Just like you pictured, the first time you met me."

Oh SHIT! She felt him spread her legs, roughly. Spreading her open. Holding her hips. Looking at her pussy. "I pushed her down. I told her 'Get your ass up and spread your FUCKING legs!' I wanted to see her submitting to me. I wanted to hear her fucking beg for my cock. I wanted her to tell me. Mmmmm." 




Shameless Ch. 03



-one-

Linda stared at her numbly. 

"No, huh?" Doris concluded. 

Linda shook her head.

"Well, you just relax and do as I say, and you'll find that you'll like it."

"But I-"

"Listen, if you really hate the idea," Doris said, narrowing her eyes in sudden hostility, "I'll turn you over to Johnny-he's spent half the evening telling us how he plans sticking that oversized cock of his up your asshole the first chance he gets-if you'd rather spend the night that way, I won't stand in your way." 

Linda swallowed and shook her head again. 

"What's that mean?" Doris demanded. 

"I-no-I- rather stay with you-"

"Well, gee, thanks a whole lot."

Doris was really annoyed, Linda realized, her heart sinking.

"Please," she said, her voice as conciliatory as she could make it, "I only-I've never-I didn't mean-"

"Oh, forget it," Doris said moodily. "I don't give a shit if you want to make it with me or not-you're going to, and I'm going to enjoy it, that's all there is about it."

But she didn't look as though she would enjoy anything, Linda thought anxiously.

She tried to think of something to say that would restore the former more friendly atmosphere, but found herself bereft of words. She would have smiled if Doris had looked at her, but the woman kept her eyes averted while she finished eating, then she stood up, and still not looking at Linda, said: "Come on."

Linda followed her out of the kitchen and up the creaking stairs, into a bedroom with a double bed. It was hardly luxurious, she thought, but it seemed to be clean.

Doris shut the door and turned the key in the lock.

"Okay," she said, swiftly stripping off her shirt and jeans while Linda watched, "you're going to eat me, dear, and you're going to make a good job of it, whether you like it or not. You coped with that ass Johnny, and you're going to do as good for me. Get those damn clothes off."

She stalked to the bed and sprawled down on it, spreading her legs and bending them upwards and out, so that the crimson inner flesh of her sex was spread between the black coat of pubic hair. She caressed her own breasts, the brownish nipples standing high to tip the conical mounds.

Linda pulled off her sweater, then unfastened her skirt and slipped out of it She undid the tabs of her garter belt and rolled her stockings off, then tugged the garter belt over her hips and stepped out of it.

Doris' eyes were fixed on her, but she didn't look at Linda's face.

"Come on over here and get your face between my legs," she ordered harshly.

Linda knelt on the edge of the bed and crawled into what she assumed to be the right position. She clenched her teeth slightly, and moved her face towards that demanding spread cunt that awaited her ministrations.

She found herself staring in fascination.

She had really never seen female genitals in detail before, other than in the impersonal biology diagrams that had come her way in the course of hygiene classes. She had never felt the urge to examine that part of herself in a mirror-indeed, she had always assumed it was better not seen, any more than one 

would want to look at anything dirty or disgusting.

But now she moved her face to within an inch of the open pussy, gazing with intrigued attention at its intricate structure: at the grooved central ridge with the tiny slit of the urethra; at the little inner lips that were the entrance to the vagina, and at the shadowy cleft behind that vanished in shadow.

She could smell it, too-not an unfamiliar smell. It was the same scent that had been on her finger when Tom had forced her to probe herself, and so presumably the taste would be the same as her own, musky, very slightly like very fresh fish...

"Go on," Doris urged her, voice husky with anticipation.

Slowly Linda advanced the tip of her tongue to make the tentative connection with the moist, hot, slippery flesh-this was territory utterly unknown. She had always assumed that some day she would be initiated into the mysteries of sexuality with a man, but such intimate contact with another of her own sex had never occurred to her before today as anything but a strange 

aberration of certain people who were-different.

Doris sucked in a long, shuddering breath between her teeth as Linda's tongue tip brushed over her eagerly waiting flesh, then suddenly she pulled herself away convulsively and rolled over, and sat up cross-legged on the bed, shaking her head as though dazed from a sudden blow.

Linda, alarmed, pushed herself up and sat back on her heels, and asked anxiously:

"Did I hurt you?"

"Hurt me?" Doris said bemusedly, then gave an odd, dry laugh. "No, baby. No. It's just-I find I don't have the temperament for rape, that's all."

There was a long silence, during which Linda kept perfectly still, watching as Doris sat with fingers clenching and unclenching, her breath hissing in and out between her teeth in a rigidly controlled cadence, as though she were bearing the pitiless attack of some physical agony.

"I was falling into that goddamned trap," Doris said at last, "of trying to rival them in-sickness. Sexual obnoxiousness. Show them a woman can be every bit as crude as a man." She laughed again, bitterly. "I was raped once-that was 

enough. You'd think I'd have learned better, wouldn't you?"

Linda said nothing.

"Now it's happening to you," Doris went demure "I thought I'd like to see it happen to somebody else. Join in-get my share of the action." She shrugged. 'Well, I can't do much to protect you, but I guess I can claim my share of you and give you the pleasure of being let alone once in a while."

She swung herself off the bed and stood with her hands on her hips, her slim, high-breasted figure straight and proud.

"The bathroom's through there," she said, gesturing at a door in one wall. "You could probably use a shower or something." She reached for a robe and wrapped it around herself. "See you later-I need a drink."

Linda found herself alone.

Her brain felt totally fatigued. Only Doris' suggestion about the shower really stayed with her, and she went to the bathroom. There were towels that looked clean, and a shower cap she could use, and soap-and when she tried the faucet, the water flowed through hot and soothing.

She took a deep breath, set the shower cap in place over her bundled-up hair, and stepped beneath the wonderfully cleansing warm spray. She reached for the soap and a washcloth, and made a generous lather of foamy white suds, spreading them over every inch of her body, over her breasts that had been violated by Johnny and Larry, over her sex where Tom's hand had worked and 

filled her with that curious flood of sensation that had knocked her right out of the world for a few hectic moments.

Suddenly she ceased all movement as a thought struck her-had that been orgasm?

She had thought that it was just the sudden ending of tensions, of fear, of that dreadful hot itching-but-

She resumed washing herself, but carefully avoided her sex now, wondering profoundly. Her upbringing had so thoroughly prohibited any genital exploration with the twin threats of dirtiness and of damage to her "maidenhood" that she had never had any chance to discover for herself what that mysterious sensation was like.

Had she enjoyed what he had done to her?

She had enjoyed the relief-but the thing itself had been more frightening than pleasurable.

But-

Now her curiosity was intensely aroused, and in view of what had happened to her already, and what was going to happen in the course of the waiting for the mysterious Miles to put in an appearance, there didn't seem any point now in restraining herself from finding out!

She came out of the shower and dried herself, then went out into the bedroom, Doris had returned, and was in bed. She gave Linda a wry smile.

"I won't molest you," she said.

Linda took a deep breath.

"I hardly know anything at all about sex-really about it," she told Doris.

"You are really a virgin, hmm?"

Linda got into bed and leaned back against the pillows. She turned to face Doris who was looking at her quizzically.

"I was very strict upbringing, you see," she said. 

Doris replied: "I didn't think it was because you weren't attractive to men!"

"I wanted to-stay a virgin until I was married."

"Well, I guess you're out of luck." But Doris' tone was not unsympathetic. "Shit, I'd get you out of this if I could-but there's no way. I can't control those dogs of Tom's-and anyway, I'm in it as deep as they are, now."

"How-I mean-why...?"

"How did a nice girl like me get mixed up in anything like this?"

Linda couldn't repress a tiny nervous giggle. 

"Stupidity, dear," Doris said somberly. "Never mind the details-you put one foot wrong, and if there's guys like Tom around, you get deeper and deeper, trying to wipe out your first mistake. I thought I'd shaken him off, but he needed a place to hole up-and my house was it"

"This is your house?"

"Yup. Mine and Ed's. He's my brother. That's how I got tangled up with them in the first place."

"It's kind of lonely-do you live here all the time?" 

"On and off. Not for a while. I wanted to try to set up a kind of commune here-only it looks as if I'm going to spend the next few years keeping out of the clutches of the FBI," she concluded bitterly.

"Couldn't you-tell them you were forced into it?"

"Sure I could-and they'd all swear I was the brains of the outfit. Anyway..."

There was a silence, then Doris said:

'Well, I guess we might as well go to sleep."

Linda said:

"I wish you'd-tell me about sex, Doris."

"Huh?"

"I told you-I just don't know anything-and I'd rather-be prepared if-"

"Oh." Doris grimaced. "Well-what can I tell you? I assume you know where babies come from!"

"You see, I've never-nobody's ever touched me-I've hardly ever even touched myself-"

"Mm."

"I don't know if I-had an orgasm-before?"

"With Tom, you mean?"

"Yes," she replied, embarrassed.

"Well, you certainly looked as though you were!" Doris told her. "Didn't you enjoy it?"

"I-I don't know..."

Doris assumed a thoughtful expression.

"You know," she said slowly, "the first couple of times I ever masturbated-trying out things I'd heard about-I seem to remember that it was just sensations, without any special pleasure attached-it took a time or two before it started to feel positively good-if that was really the first time for you, maybe..."

"Do you think he'll do it again?"

"Who knows? Tom's a nasty son-of-a-bitch. Do you want him to?" Doris asked curiously.

"I-I don't know..."

After a pause:

"Would you like me to?" Doris suggested. "You don't have to do anything you don't want."

Linda looked at her, then slowly nodded.

"But I will, if you want me to," she said seriously.

"Well, we'll see," Doris said. "No need to rush things. We have the whole night ahead of us."

She reached out and switched off the lamp by the bed, plunging them into unrelieved darkness. No filtering streetlights.

For a moment Linda wondered what on earth she was doing. Her whole head seemed to have been turned around, at least regarding Doris, while she was hardly aware of what was happening. It was as if some other will than her own had taken control of her.

Doris moved closer to her-and Linda jumped slightly as the other woman's hand lightly caressed one of her breasts.

"Relax, relax," Doris whispered. "Believe me, baby, I'm not going to do a thing to you that you won't like."

The feathery fingertips coaxed the nipple into a little peak of hardness, then Doris moved again, and Linda felt the warm wetness of her mouth closing about the tiny tower of flesh, the beginning of long minutes of gentle, ceaseless sucking.

Linda lay passive, wondering, until she discovered that a slow pulse of pleasure was beginning to beat through her belly. She realized this pleasure was akin to the sensations that had tormented her before, when she had assumed that they were simply the results of the tension of fear and revulsion.

Doris reached across to finger the other nipple while she still mouthed the first, and then her hand began to wander in ever-widening circles around the outer areas of Linda's breasts, and to touch delicately on her abdomen, then her thighs, sending tiny shivers of tactile pleasure through Linda's body.

The tension had begun to grow again, as it had before, only now it was without fear.

And again came that sense of moistness around the lips of her sex...

She found that she was waiting now for Doris' fingers to make contact with that most intimate region; that she was disappointed when the other woman's hand avoided it, and continued to caress her thighs, her breasts, her belly, pleasant 

though that was.

Then, at last, when Linda was almost ready to beg for that favor, Doris' exploring fingertips brushed very lightly over the crisp curls of her pubic hair, so delicately that it was scarcely more than a breath of displaced air passing-but it was enough to send a deep shudder through Sally's body.

Doris teasingly caught a tuft of hair between her finger and thumb and tugged very gently.

Linda whimpered.

Taking pity on her, Doris gently worked a finger between the inflamed lips of Sally's sex.

Linda jerked involuntarily at the touch, unsure whether she liked it or not.

Doris moved the finger slightly, running its tip over that same area where Tom had zeroed in during his handling of her, and another uncontrollable shudder seized Linda's body. Pleasure or not, she didn't want it to stop!

"What-" she managed to gasp, "what is it you're touching?"

She knew that it wasn't the entrance to her inner canal.

"That's your clitoris, baby," Doris sounded amused.

"Oh." Sally had encountered the word in those diagrams, but had never really understood what it meant.

"That's the little key to the whole thing," Doris told her, gently vibrating her fingertip. "Feel how hard it is? Put your own finger there-feel it."

Linda moved her hand down, and Doris guided it into position, and Linda found that she was rolling a little object that felt like a tiny marble-and which was sending strange little spasms through her every moment.

"That's about the most important thing a woman has," Doris said, sliding her own hand back between Linda's legs and starting to finger her moist vulva. "The clit is just loaded with nerves-it's the same thing that a man's cock develops from, in the embryo. Only a woman has sensations all around, too-you'll find out-when you're really hot, you can come over and over again, while a man just gets one shot, then he has to wait till he's charged up again."

She began to push her middle finger between the tight lips of Linda's vulva, while Linda continued dreamily rolling her newly discovered clitoris beneath her finger.

"You'll find there are different kinds of coming." Doris' voice was becoming breathless now. "It can be triggered off from inside-or around the outside-or from directly rubbing your clit-the nerves are all in a network ... sometimes it's just a little feeling, other times it can blow you through the roof-"

Her penetrating finger was well inside now, very slightly painful, but that pain was quickly swallowed by the crescendo of pleasure that was overtaking Linda's senses.

Doris pushed Linda's hand away and caressed the hard little pleasure nubbin with her thumb, her index finger gently massaging the area between. Her 

lips came back to Linda's breast, and Linda's head started to spin with the intensity of feeling that was building so inexorably. She started to gasp and moan.

Relentlessly, Doris continued that multiple friction with mouth and fingers and thumb, and suddenly Sally found herself going into ecstatic convulsions. There was no question now about the pleasure-it shook her from head to feet, sending her arching and writhing and bucking against Doris' hand, crying out and feeling the whirling blackness suck her into a mindless vortex 

for interminable moments, until she lay panting and exhausted, slowly returning to her senses.

"Well," she heard Doris' amused voice saying, "do you think that you enjoyed that?"

"Oh," Linda murmured, drifting towards sleep, "it was absolutely wonderful!"

She felt Doris' lips caress her cheek.

"Good night, baby. Maybe it won't be so bad for you after all." 

-two-

Linda was awakened by a hand softly stroking her body-a light caress that slipped gently down her side, undemanding, not overtly sexual as yet.

Doris, she thought, her mind sleepily recalling the events of the past night-and then the earlier happenings. For a moment a wave of panic threatened to overcome her, but the touch of Doris' affectionate hand was very soothing, and she was still drowsy, so she surrendered to the sensual pleasure of it.

She reached out her own hand, and returned the caress, letting her fingers glide over the other woman's silky skin with a curious thrill of pleasure.

Doris' arm stretched across her body and encircled her, pulling her close, so that their breasts pressed against each other, and their thighs rubbed together, and the curly bushes of their pubic hair-the blonde and the dark-tangled.

Then Linda felt Doris' breath against her neck, and the soft touch of her lips tracing the line of her jaw, upwards; a warm, wet tongue flickered against her ear and darted inside, making her squirm and giggle. It was ticklish-and very arousing.

The lips traveled over her cheek, and the tongue tip flickered out and darted into the corner of Sally's mouth. Then Doris laid her lips upon Linda's, and her tongue moved gently along the line between upper and lower lips, coaxing for entrance, and after a moment Linda's lips parted to permit the entrance of the soft, moist invader.

Doris' caressing hand moved over Linda's ass, and Linda clung to her, their breasts crushed even closer than before. She whimpered slightly against Doris' mouth as the stroking fingers aroused the quivers of need, and she could feel the first trickles of new moisture dampening the lips of her sex-wetness that she now knew was not perspiration at all!

Doris drew away from her mouth, cupping the back of Linda's head with her free hand. She pressed downward, very slightly, and whispered: "Would you like to suck my tits, baby?"

Linda moaned her acquiescence, and fastened her lips around Doris' breast, cupping the other in her hand. She was astonished how pleasant it was, and delightedly teased the pebbly-textured nipple into urgent hardness, feeling the surrounding area contracting into tautness as the blood engorged the erectile tissue of the dark pink tip.

"Oh, baby, that feels so beautiful," Doris sighed, stroking Sally's hair. She ran the blonde strands through her fingers dreamily. "Oh, it's so good... Your mouth is so warm and wet and sweet..."

Her words increased the moisture flow from Linda's sex, and she shifted her head to take the other breast, working tenderly yet determinedly, tiny contractions of responsive pleasure shooting through her belly every time the other woman moaned her joyful thanks for the sensations the avidly sucking lips and flailing tongue bestowed on her.

Doris' other hand continued to massage Linda's buttocks, whose skin seemed generously endowed with tactile sensation. Her fingertips slipped into the cleft after a while, and one rested very lightly against Linda's asshole.

Linda startled in surprise when that happened, and withdrew her mouth from Doris' breast, alert for what would happen next. That was another very taboo area according to the way she had been raised-but she could not deny that the touch felt extraordinarily pleasant.

Doris took her hand away and returned to stroking the firm flesh of the plump asscheeks, and Linda filled her mouth once more with the succulent flesh of Doris' breast.




Shameless Ch. 03



"Are you getting hot, Linda?" Doris asked mischievously after a minute, knowing full well how unnecessary such a question was, not wanting to hear the answer.

Linda did not want to let go of the sweet flesh that filled her mouth, but she moaned in the back of her throat: it could only be assent.

Doris squirmed beneath her.

"Why don't you try lying on top of me for a while," she suggested urgently.

Linda shifted around, still not letting go of the other woman's hard-nipples breast, and was enfolded tightly in the ardent embrace of Doris' arms and thighs and calves. She could feel the rough patch of pubic hair against her belly, and she writhed a little upwards so that it rubbed against her own.

"Oh yes, oh yes," Doris moaned. "Come where I can kiss you again, 

sweetheart!"

With a final avid caress of the firm, tight-tipped breast, Linda reluctantly took her lips away and set them upon Doris' open mouth. This time it was her tongue that made the eager inward excursion, urgently searching the other woman's fragrant mouth, exploring the softness of her tongue and the flesh that lined her lips, and the hardness of her teeth, the velvet of her cheek 

linings, the bland taste of saliva other than her own.

Doris' arms crushed her ever tighter, so that their breasts mashed almost painfully together. Her hips thrust upwards, increasing the pressure of venus mound upon Venus mound.

She pulled her lips away from Linda's and gasped with eager anxiety: "I want to eat your pussy, Linda-let me! Now!"

The words almost sent Sally into orgasm, so powerful, so lascivious was the promise they held. But she fought it down, and let Doris roll her over so that she was lying on her back, waiting with eager submission.

Doris crawled down the bed and urged Linda's thighs apart. She slid her hands beneath them, and raised them so that they rested on her shoulders.

"Relax," she gasped. "Just relax and-let me-"

Linda shut her eyes tightly, quivering with anticipation, that jerked violently when the silken dagger of Doris' tongue tip probed her tight inner lips, then swept upwards along the little valley and flicked almost unbearably over her swollen and throbbing clitoris.

"Ohhh," she moaned sweetly.

Her whole body tensed, ready to explode in ecstasy.

But Doris was by no means ready to let her reach her climax so easily and so soon!

Maddeningly, the moist, soft-hard probe flickered away from Sally's pussy and wetly explored the crevices where her thighs joined her body. Linda squirmed, whimpering uncontrollably at the sensuous tickling.

"Nooo..." she gasped.

Doris ducked her head and started to nibble the richly swelling hemispheres of Linda's buttocks.

"Ohh-you're driving me crazy!" Linda whimpered, "I-I can't stand it!"

Doris' exploring tongue slid into the deep cleft of Linda's ass crack and tickled the sensitive lining. Linda jerked and thrashed on the bed, unable to take any more, and thrust her crotch beseechingly against Doris' face.

Doris' hands caressed her thighs.

"Easy, easy, baby," her soft voice murmured. "No rush, just take it easy and enjoy..."

"I-can't-!"

Doris parted the hair-covered lips with her fingers, and blew onto the exposed lining.

"Oooooh!"

"Let's see if your pee-hole likes to be loved!" Doris teased her, and Linda jerked wildly again as the questing tongue tip shaped itself into a point and thrust against the tiny opening. The feeling was incredible!

"Doris! Ohh-it's-too-ohh-"

"It'll get better yet, baby," Doris promised her, a smug tone in her voice.

She licked up and around Linda's clitoris now, vibrating her tongue tip over the straining little organ, then sweeping tantalizingly away just before Linda's orgasm could break.

Then like a tiny cock it thrust into the tight, virginal bud of Linda's vulva, lapping up the lubricating juice that was now welling copiously out of the pulsating inner channel, then back up again to the throbbing nubbin of flesh, and again, just too soon, retreating...

"Oh, please! please!"

Doris' fingers dug almost painfully into Linda's buttocks, and as though echoing her actions, Linda cupped her own breasts and squeezed them just short of cruelty, while Doris' relentless tongue swept down her furrow and once again gathered up the other woman's overflowing juices.

The sensations from Linda's breasts met the tremors of ecstasy from her pussy and seemed to tie a knot of the most delicious tension deep in her belly.

In my womb, she thought hazily, and at that instant Doris' tongue began to vibrate on her clitoris again. And this time it stayed right there, working over and over the desperately engorged nub of tissue until the nerve endings erupted into a volcanic shower of molten lava; her womb contracted in response, radiating deep, slow waves of wonderful sensation throughout the whole network of the nerves of her body...

"Good?" Doris asked, smiling down at her fondly when she at last managed to open her eyes.

"Oh," Linda gasped weakly. "It was just wonderful."

"You're very responsive, you know," Doris told her.

Sally smiled up at her wordlessly.

Then someone pounded on the door.

"Hey, aren't you two broads ever going to get up?" Johnny's voice demanded. "Us guys are getting horny-not to mention hungry." He snickered "An' do I have 

something' hot for Miss Tyler to eat this morning!"

"Shit," Doris said savagely.

"Come on, will you? Tom says to get your asses moving' and stop goofing off."

His footsteps retreated away down the stairs.

Doris shrugged.

"Well, I guess that's it for the moment," she said resignedly, and climbed off the bed. "I guess I'll take a shower and start fixing breakfast while you get dressed. You can use any of my stuff you want-there's a hairbrush I don't use in the dresser drawer, and you can borrow any of my clothes that'll fit you, if you want a change. I brought your underwear for you, but I guess 

you'll need some clean panties, anyway." She frowned thoughtfully. "Better wear them, but you'll probably be more comfortable if you don't bother about a bra. Your tits are likely to get quite a lot of handling and there's no use getting yourself all tangled up in straps and stuff. Wear panties, though-these guys are all old-fashioned enough to get a kick out of taking them off you, and you may as well give them all the harmless pleasure you can, in case they think of anything else."

"Doris-"

"I know, baby, but there's nothing I can do! Just try to swing with it-you're a sexy little number once you get going, and maybe you can get some fun out of it."

"Fun-?"

"Sure, why not? I don't go for men, but you do, don't you?"

"I-I guess so-but they're so-"

"Yeah. I know. Well-"

She shrugged again helplessly, and vanished into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Linda found the hairbrush Doris had mentioned and sat down at the vanity and started, to take the tangles out of her hair. Fear started to knot her belly again.

How could she get any fun out of it?

Yet...

There had been that strange pleasure she had experienced when she had been sucking Johnny's cock yesterday-that curious sense of power as she had caressed the pulsating organ with the sensitive tip of her tongue, and had let it slide deep into the warm clutch of her throat.

The strange pleasure of feeling him reduced to helplessness as her mouth and hands had given him ecstasy.

If only-

If only they wouldn't do anything to hurt her! If only they would be content with that kind of oral ministration, she thought she could bear it.

But there were the things Willy had said-about where he planned to penetrate her-

And the way they had discussed who was to have the privilege of deflowering her-

And the threats Tom had made, with that hard, cruel look in his stone-cold gray eyes-

And the thought of those vicious dogs outside-

And suppose they decided to kill her after all? Would Doris let them? Could Doris stop them?

Doris carne out of the bathroom, swiftly dressed, patted her on the shoulder, and left the room.

Moving like a zombie, Linda showered and dressed, taking a pair of Doris' clean panties, but putting on her own skirt and sweater. She couldn't find any stockings, and didn't want to put her own on unwashed, so she slipped her bare feet into her shoes and went downstairs to face the day's ordeals.

"To Be Continued..."



Shameless Ch. 03



"I kept talking to her. My wife. This woman who I loved, who I had never spoken roughly to in my life. I said 'Tell me you want my fucking cock! Tell me you want it!' I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to know how bad she wanted me."

Beth could not take it. She absolutely could not take it. She started whimpering. Involuntary moans erupted out of her. She spread her legs wider, pushed back. He was teasing her, tormenting her. 

"She was grinding her hips at me, just like you. She was moaning like I had never heard her moan before. I could see her pussy, wet and open and throbbing, that hot fucking wet pussy needing my cock. I knew she wanted it. Oh I knew she fucking wanted it. But I wanted to hear her say it! 'Tell me you little slut, you fucking whore, tell me what you want'!"

"My wife, my sweet little wife, said 'Fuck me, hon! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me, Jake, please! Please put your cock in me! Please, do it, please!'"

Beth felt him reach down to her pussy, finally. He touched her, felt how wet she was, probing her with his fingers, lightly touching her clit, playing with her lips. He kept playing with her pussy as he kept talking. 

"So I reached out, grabbed her ankles, yanked her hard towards me."

Beth moaned and moaned and moaned. Jake was fingering her as he talked, as he was telling her how he slammed his cock into his wife, as he began to fuck her like he never had before, but he was doing something different with her. As he continued to talk, she felt his cock move up, to her ass. Oh FUCK! He kept describing fucking his wife, slamming his cock into her little pussy, but he was ever so gently pushing his cock head against HER tight little ass.

Oh GOD! Beth cried out. Oh she liked this. This was so dirty. His voice, saying one thing, but that insistent cock doing another. Was he really going to put his cock into her ass? Oh god, oh god, oh god. . .she'd had anal once before, with one of her boyfriends, and it had been the best sex experience of her life, until Jake. She had certainly fantasized about it enough. In fact, thinking about that was the one and only exception to her incest-obsessed mind. She loved thinking about it. She didn't need to think about Daddy when she thought about that. It made her so hot, so wet, so out of her mind, and she had never ever told Jake about it. How did he know? How did he know what to do?

He just knew. He knew she would like it, that she would have an easier time enjoying it, accepting his cock there first, rather than in her pussy. And he knew HE wanted it because there was no more intimate way to fuck her.

As he kept his cock there, he leaned over, got close to her ear, asked her "Do you want this?" She nodded, quickly. So he stood up, turned off the shower, said, "Ok, then come in the bedroom."

He positioned her on the bed. Bent her over, brought her hips and ass up with her face down. Caressed her ass, felt her pussy, which was absolutely soaked. He rubbed her clit, used his hands to spread her juices all over her little asshole, positioned his cock right at the opening and began to spread her. Spread that ass wide open. Get his cock head in and start pushing into that tight, resistant ring. Oh, FUCK! His cock was raging hard, so hard he was afraid of hurting her. He had just told her about roughly fucking his wife but he wanted this to be very very gentle.

He leaned over, kissed her neck, kept kissing her as he began to push in. 

Oh Goddddddd! Beth felt her pussy gushing, so wet so wet, nothing made her wetter than this. He was going to fuck her ass but it made her pussy so turned on! She had to reach back and feel herself, rub her clit, oh FUCK the combination of his cock in her ass with her clit rubbed! She felt her own wetness gushing out over her thighs, oozing down to the sheets!

Ohhhh yesssss, she thought, face down. She wanted this. She spread her legs more, arched her back up to make it easier for him and her clit more accessible to her.

She cried out a little when his cock head entered her. He was hurting her, but she didn't mind. She wanted it. Her little mews of pain were turning him on so bad. His cock swelled up, got harder. He didn't talk, just kept kissing her neck. His strong arms were holding him up over her while his hips slowly started sinking his cock into her ass, all the way, all the fucking way, slow and gentle and deep. 

He wanted nothing more than this, for her to feel him inside her. For her to be utterly passive. For her to be in the position of a passive female receptive and accepting of a man and his cock. He couldn't help it, he had to whisper in her ear, "You feel that? You feel my cock inside you?"

She nodded. Her eyes were tightly closed as his began gently but firmly sliding his cock in and out. She used her hands to take some of her juices, reach up and slather his cock with them when he slid out. She began to moan and moan and moan. 

The pleasure in her body was absolutely indescribable. Beyond words. Her whole lower body was turning into liquid surrounding a hot, wet, tight channel of unbelieveable, unspeakable pleasure as his cock slowly fucked in and out.

As Jake felt her, as he felt her becoming softer, wetter, her legs trembling, her delirious moans mixed with occasional cries of pain, his cock swelled and he needed to go harder. He couldn't help it. He began to thrust harder and deeper, each time eliciting moans and cries from her. 

As he fucked her, as he began to get more worked up, as he felt his power over her, his total dominance in this moment, he knew he wanted her pussy even more. He did not want to cum in her ass. He waited and waited until he couldn't any more, pulled out, he really needed to fuck her now. He had to. He needed her cunt, oh did he need it. He needed it harder, he needed to pound her, deep and hard. He kissed her, flipped her over, spread her legs and oh FUCK that pussy was wet! He took his hard, glistening cock and directed it to her cunt, to that hot cunt, rammed it inside her with one huge, deep, guttural masculine groan. He was going to fuck her, use that pussy, use it, make her want it. 

He couldn't help it. He started fucking her hard, no gentleness at all, and reached up and held her face, with one hand, roughly, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Tell me you want my cock, Beth. Tell me!" She looked at him, could only nod. He gripped her face harder, "Tell me! Say, I want your cock, Jake!" She didn't say anything, could not speak, and this made him angry. He pulled out, flipped her over again, got up on his knees. 

His cock was on fire. SO fucking hard. He wanted her, he needed her to submit to him, NOW! 

He began to fuck her hard, slapping her ass with his hips and grunting. He leaned down, grabbed her hair, twisted her head, spoke roughly in her ear. "Listen to me. I'm not your fucking Daddy. I'm just a man, I am EVERY MAN who's ever gonna want to fuck you, do you get that?" 

He stood back up and this phrase kept pounding in his mind. With each thrust he was grunting out through gritted teeth,

"Not . .your. . .fucking. . .Daddy . . .!"

Jake was in a state now. He frantically reached under, grabbed her thighs, spread them wider, brought them up higher so he could get a better angle, so he could drive his hips right into her as deep as he could. He was grunting and groaning with each thrust, while holding her head, his fist tangled tightly in her hair.

Oh GOD! He was fucking his wife, for the first time, again. The thought made him crazy. He couldn't help it, he let out a stream of filthy words as he drove into her, "Grrrrr you cockwhore, you pretty little cockwhore, you filthy whore, you want my fucking cock, you want it, I'm going to use you, use your fucking little pussy, you beautiful whore, GIVE ME YOUR CUNT! Give it to me!"

Beth could not get his words out of her head. "Not my Daddy, not my Daddy, not my Daddy!" kept pulsing through her mind with each thrust, spiraling out of control. The more he said he wasn't, the more he was. She was a girl, she was a girl being fucked by Daddy, but she was also Beth, being fucked by Jake. It was both and this was NO FUCKING ROLE PLAY. 

The hot, raw, inexhaustible, unstoppable power of her fantasy burst into her mind, her body and she yelled out "OH GOD!!!! OH GODDDDD!" Each thrust, every single thrust of his cock was bringing her closer to the edge of a huge, vast orgasm. He felt it, could feel it, and he drove in harder, growling and grunting and yelling out the filthy hot words that turned him on. They were both swept into an absolute frenzy of hot fucking.

As Beth started to cum, her uncontrollable moans escalated into scream, then she groaned out "OHHHHH FUCK, OH FUCK! OH Jesus, Jesus, Jesus JAKE! JAKE! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm CUMMING!!!!" That set him off and he cried out in a huge roar as he unloaded into her, his arms shaking violently, his cum shooting out and flooding her pussy, that sweet fucking cunt taking every last drop of his cum, of Daddy's hot fucking cum!

***

The next morning, they were having breakfast. They'd woken up and for the first time, it was awkward. As if they were both extremely embarrassed. They didn't say a word about the night.

Beth was astounded to see that Jake was acting shy, not his usual self. Finally she said, "Is everything ok?"

"I should be asking you that."

"Why?"

"Are you sure I didn't. . . freak you out? I can get a little, uh. . .carried away." He was embarrassed! At how he had acted, what he had said! That was so completely adorable! 

"No, I am perfectly fine."

"Oh I am so glad to hear you say that." He looked and sounded extremely relieved. "I thought I may have. . .scared you." 

"No," and she smiled, felt a rush of attraction. He could not have said anything that made her like him more.

She got up from the breakfast table, walked over, sat on his lap, put her arms around his neck.

"I loved every single second."

"Oh, fuck, so did I. . ." and he pulled her into a deep, hot kiss, started caressing her hips and ass. "Mmmmmm I may have to think of a new name for you. . ."

"What?"

"Cockslut? Cockwhore? Fucktoy? How about 'slutpuppet' I always loved that one. . .' 

***

The End



Shameless Ch. 04



-one-

The men were sitting around the kitchen table, eating eggs and bacon and drinking coffee. Doris was cooking at the stove; she flashed a glance of greeting to Linda, then looked away, as though reluctant to reveal their friendship.

"Hey, you're late this morning, teach," Johnny called through a mouthful of toast.

"Reckon Doris gave her a pretty hard time last night, huh?" Larry sniggered. "How do you like eating pussy, schoolteacher, huh? Me, I like it fine, sometimes-maybe I'll have me a mouthful of yours if you treat me good!"

"Hope you ain't forgotten how to suck a cock, Miss Tyler," Johnny said, "cause mine could sure use a little tender loving' care as soon as I'm done eating here."

Tom said: "She can attend to mine while I'm eating."

They all turned to look at him, but his face showed nothing.

He said: "She can get under the table and suck me off while I'm eating my breakfast."

Linda stood in silence, wondering if he were serious. 

"Well, what do you think your waiting' for, cunt?" he demanded. "Get your fat ass under the table and fish my cock out and do a fucking good job on it"

Doris did not look round from the stove to see her humiliation, but the other three men fixed their eyes on her with grins of unsympathetic amusement

Linda looked for the easiest way to get under the table-one of them would have to move to let her by.

She said to Johnny: "May I come by your chair, please?"

"Why, certainly, Miss: Tyler-a real pleasure," he declared with an elaborate flourish. "Only before you do, how about rolling up that sweater some and giving me a nice refreshing

eyeful of them great big tits?"

Cheeks flaming, she reluctantly pulled the sweater upwards. She couldn't tell why she was ashamed-they had seen her breasts yesterday-but the inhibitions were far from dead yet.

"Mm-mm," Johnny said, shaking his head. "It'd be a lucky baby that got his breakfast out of them!"

"Hey," Larry said excitedly, "come here a minute, teach-I got an idea!"

Dubiously, she glanced at Tom.

"You heard what the man said," he told her. "Get over there before I whip your fat ass."

Linda moved around the table to Larry.

"Look," he said, and stuck his fork into a fried egg, so that the liquid yolk gushed out. "What you got to do is dip your tits in that, see... then I can lick it right off of them."

Ed, so silent until now, burst into raucous laughter.

"Say," he guffawed, "I'll try that too... Doris, baby, you fry me another egg, okay?"

"Here." Larry picked up the plate. "Go ahead."

Revolted, she leaned over until the tip of one nipple was touching the pool of egg yolk. Larry shoved the plate up a little, smearing her areola with the gummy yellow substance.

"Okay," he said, setting the plate down. "Breakfast. Come here, momma."

"Ain't you going to put no salt on?" Johnny asked.

"Nah... tit goes good with egg." He opened his mouth wide. "Sock it to me, momma.

She edged her breast towards his mouth, and his lips closed over it, sucking almost savagely, so that she flinched a little in discomfort. He slipped one hand up beneath her skirt as he mouthed her nipple, and worked his fingers into one leg of her panties, groping for the cleft of her ass.

"Oh boy," he panted, releasing her breast "That's some mouthful, sugar!" He squeezed the handful of buttock he was clutching. "And that's some ass you got there."

"Going to check into that today," Johnny reminded him. "Going to stick my cock up that little asshole... man, bet it's tight and hot! Bet she yells her head off!"

"What they call a piece of ass, huh?" Ed put in.

"You going to have a crack at it too?" Johnny asked. "Hell, it ain't going to wear out-there's enough for us all!"

"Get under the table an' suck my cock, cunt," Tom ordered, his icy voice cutting across Johnny's exuberant tones.

Johnny shifted his chair back, and Sally crouched down, going to her hands and knees to crawl under the table. Johnny grabbed her by the hem of her skirt and yanked it up around her waist.

"Sure is a pretty ass," he said, and swatted it briskly with the flat of his palm. Linda squealed with surprise, and Ed and Larry and Johnny laughed.

Tom said: "I'm waiting, bitch."

She crawled over to him and reached up, awkward in the cramped space beneath the table, to his fly. He parted his legs a little, but that was all the help he gave.

She worked the zipper down and timidly groped inside, finding that his cock was quite soft. She drew it out and crouched holding it for a moment, wondering, then bent her head and ran her tongue over the head.

There seemed to be no response, and she waited, expecting some further instruction, but none came, so she licked it again, and again.

Still nothing.

"Work for it, cunt," Tom said.

Behind her, she heard Johnny squirming in his chair, and the sound of a shoe dropping to the floor. The next moment his bare toes were nudging at her ass, trying to hook into the waistband of her panties.

She tried the maneuver of thrusting the tip of her tongue against the slit of Tom's cock-head, which had seemed to evoke an enthusiastic response from Johnny, and at last there was a slight stirring in the limp flesh that rested in her mouth.

Johnny's toenails scraped at the exposed flesh of her back above her panties.

She pressed her lips around the corona of Tom's cock-head, and there was a further stiffening of the recalcitrant organ, much to her relief.

Johnny managed to tangle his big toe in the band of the panties, and started to work them downwards.

She ducked her head slightly to work Tom's cock towards the back of her throat. It slid over her tongue, pulsing slightly as the blood further expanded its tissues.

Tom grunted slightly, and Johnny tugged sharply at her panties. His toe slipped out of the band, and the elastic snapped sharply back against her skin. She gasped and choked slightly, which sent a still more powerful rush of blood through the cock that filled her mouth.

Johnny's groping toe returned for a new onslaught, and she steeled herself to ignore it, to concentrate on sliding the now hard cock back and forth between her lips. She felt none of the sensuous pleasure that had unexpectedly overtaken her when she had been performing this service for Johnny yesterday. He had abandoned himself to the pleasure of her mouth, once it was fairly underway; she felt there was nothing in the least uncontrolled about Tom, and she dared not relax her guard.

Johnny was successful this time in dragging the panties down around her thighs; he then entertained himself by working the big toe of his exploring foot into the crack of her ass until it found the tight little hole, where he let it rest, wriggling it slightly from time to time.

Tom's cock began to leak the clear fluid that told her she was having her effect on him, and she renewed her efforts. She was getting very cramped, crouched there under the table, and her neck and jaw were growing painfully fatigued.

Johnny's toe poked more demandingly against her asshole, and now seemed intent on working its way inward. Involuntarily she clenched against it, and heard his sly chuckle.

Tom suddenly pulled out of her mouth.

"You got plenty to learn yet, cunt," he said. "I guess Johnny don't have the same high standard for a blow job that I do. Get out from under there."

He stuffed his swollen cock back into his pants as she wriggled out from beneath the table, puzzled by his abrupt cutting short of the act. But there was no denying that the relief, however temporary, was welcome.

"Didn't make him come, huh?" Johnny grinned down at her. "Well, never mind, teach-you're going to make me come, just as soon as I get another cup of coffee."

"Come over here," Ed called to her, and she obediently made her way around the table to him, tugging her panties back around her waist as she went.

He shoved his chair away from the table and pulled her down onto his lap. Once again her sweater was rolled up beneath her armpits, and Ed buried his face between the luscious mounds of her breasts.

"Nice," he breathed. "So nice ... you going to be nice to me, aren't you?"

He nuzzled into her cleavage, holding her around the waist with one arm, while his other had caressed her thigh.

"Nice," he whispered again, and took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking at the nipple as Larry had earlier, but much more gently. Linda wondered whether he had something in common with his sister, as far as sexual attitudes were concerned.

"Hey," Larry called, "why don't you fuck them tits, like I did yesterday? I tell you, it's real nice, sliding your dick through them things."

Ed ignored him. He slipped his hand beneath her skirt and worked it up into her crotch. As Johnny had, he groped beneath one of the leg openings, but his touch was not brutal. His fingers squirmed into her crotch, and nestled against the hair-covered lips of her sex, slowly working their way into the moist warm crack that lay between them.

A shiver of response took hold of her, and her breathing quickened.

His mouth on her nipple brought little currents of electrical pleasure to life, and his fingers working over her pussy roused similar little sparks there.

She spread her legs wider, unthinkingly.

"Hey," Johnny crowed, "she's a hot bitch, huh? Look at her opening' up there!"

Linda flinched slightly, but the sensations were too strong to be negated by embarrassment Ed had settled a finger against her clitoris now, and was rolling the little knob of flesh around, while his thumb caressed the tight lips guarding her virginal inner channel, which was starting to ooze forth its slippery juice in automatic response.

"Yeah," Larry said. "Get her good and wet, Ed-plenty of that good pussy juice flowing to spread round her asshole when we start plowing it-knew a guy once, tried it when the broad's hole was too dry and tight, damn near took the skin right off of his dick!"

Ed raised his head.

"Let me alone, huh?"

"Aw," Johnny protested, "you don't like to have any fun. Is she getting good and wet?"

Impatiently, Ed pushed her off his lap.

"Hell," he said, storming out of the kitchen, "find out for yourselves."

"Jeeze," Larry commented wonderingly as the door slammed, "what's the matter with that guy?"

"Let's go in the living room," Johnny said. "I need to get my dock in one of her holes-I don't give a shit what problems anyone else's got."

He swatted Linda's ass again.

"Get moving', teach," he said briskly. "Busy busy busy! We got a lot to learn today, you know."

Obediently, she headed for the living room, Larry and Tom following. Now fear was building again, conflicting with the remains of the arousal Ed's caresses had started to build in her, and she found herself clenching her teeth as she waited for their next moves.

Tom threw himself down into one of the armchairs and caught her eye. He ordered:

"Take those clothes off, cunt-you don't need them." 

She had not been completely naked before them yet-now, as she slowly peeled off her clothes, she felt that she was losing a flimsy defense.

Johnny gave a long whistle as the full impact of her voluptuous body struck him.

"Ain't she something'?"

Larry contributed:

"Like they used to say in them old detective books: She's a natural blonde!"

"I'll say she is-and man, them tits knock me out every time I see them!"

"We going to break in her asshole now?" Larry asked.

"I want a blowjob first," Johnny declared.

He snapped his fingers at Johnny and pointed to the floor in front of him, fumbling his fly open as she meekly knelt in the indicated place.

The cock that burst forth from confinement was hard and ready to go. It reached out to her, pulsing through the length of its prominent veins, the head and upper part of the shaft dyed angry purple with engorged blood.

"You like that, teach?" he demanded.

To please him-only to please him?-she nodded.

"It tasted real good last time, huh? Go on, give it a good lick with that cute pink tongue."

She ducked her head towards it and took a deep breath. She poked out her tongue and touched the tautly stretched skin of the mushroom crown. It throbbed responsively, alive and warm, and she found herself vividly recalling the power she had discovered to bring pleasure to this strange thing...

She swept her tongue in a broad track of moisture around the dome, then pulled back a little to contemplate the wet gleam upon the fiery flesh.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her face into his crotch.

"Suck the hell out of it, baby," he panted in a hoarse, urgent voice "Get your mouth round it and suck it real good, like you did before."

She curled her hand around his jutting cock and guided it back between her lips, closing her lips over the purple crown and sliding her mouth all the way down to the base, recalling her recently acquired expertise at relaxing her throat muscles to admit the intruder.

Johnny groaned and inhaled, and she pulled her head back and away, once again looking at the gleaming wetness. Then she started to lick her way around the spit-shining head like a child with an ice cream cone, thrusting her tongue into the fluid welling out of the hole and lapping it up with a relish that surprised her, then tickling the underside of the supersensitive ridge with little darting thrusts of her pointed pink tongue.

Johnny's body started to jerk as the pleasure took over his senses. His face contorted with ecstasy, and he clutched at Linda's shoulders for support. He started to thrust with his hips, driving his cock into her throat again and again, no longer wanting her activity, demanding only that she remain passive and open to him while he plowed into her.

It became hard to sustain; she started to be afraid that he would choke her, for some of his in=strokes were so long-lasting that she had difficulty getting her breath. She caught at his hips with some vague notion of controlling him, but he was like a wild thing now, and grabbed her head, forcing her face against his groin while he made his last few violent pumping motions, and suddenly flooded her throat with hot sperm while she choked and spluttered.

Then abruptly he pushed her away, and staggered backwards to collapse into a chair, while she coughed and panted and swallowed, crumpled on the floor.

"Man," he gasped, "that was something!"

Tom looked up, wiping away the tears that choking had forced to her eyes, and saw that Tom was beckoning to her.

"You got some unfinished business here, cunt," he said. "Dig it out and try again."

He unzipped his fly and waited.

-two-

Once again she probed inside his fly and brought out his cock. She was surprised to find it slightly tumescent this time, and as she slid it into her mouth and began to work her tongue around its ridged head, she hoped that now he would let her bring him to climax, and then maybe he wouldn't be so determined on frightening her so much.

"Sure does turn a guy on," Larry said hoarsely, "seeing a big-tit blonde kneeling between a guy's legs with his dick going in and out her mouth that way."

"Shit," Johnny chuckled, "everything' turns you on, you horny Son-of-a-bitch."

"Yeah," Larry agreed complacently. "Say, you never did finish telling us about that chick on the bus-that was turning me on, and no mistake. Tell me the whole thing now, huh-while we watch little Miss Tits there making herself a pig of herself on Tom's dick. Jeeze, just watching her do that and looking at that cute ass of hers and thinking about getting plugged in there-go on, Johnny, tell us right from the start."

"Well," Johnny said slowly, "like I said, it was on the Greyhound-I was sitting there, minding my own business, looking at the pictures in Hustler, and we get to one of the stops, and this woman gets on. She's maybe thirty, you know, but a real knockout-dressed all in high heels and a micro-mini and one of them see-through tops-well, not see-through, but sort of clingy, and thin enough you can see her nipples like a couple of dark quarters, you know?"

"So, like I told you before, there ain't many people on the bus. Empty seats. There's me sitting in one of the back seats-I mean, she had practically the whole fucking bus to choose from, but she comes swinging her tail down the aisle and them nice bouncy tits is kind of heaving around-just like teacher's, here, when she ain't wearing a bra-and I take a good look, like any guy would, and what with them and the snatch I'd been looking at in Hustler, the old dick is getting kind of restless-you know?"

"So I kind of reach down to adjust it a little, and damned if the broad don't watch what I'm doing-an she goes on watching while I, you know, ease it round some so it's more comfortable-so I look up at her an catch her eye and sort of run my tongue over my lips; like it was her pussy-always gives me a charge when broads get all snooty and turn their heads away-and you know they're going to be thinking about it the rest of the day, an' maybe sticking their fingers up their pussy dreaming about it at night."

"But this bitch, Jesus, she just takes a great big breath that makes her tits stand out like a couple of cantaloupes, and she comes right over to where I'm sitting and she says:

"'I beg your pardon, but is this seat taken?'

"So what can I do except shake my head, and damned if she don't sit herself right down there beside me!"

Tom's cock was twitching reluctantly into full hardness, and Linda moved her head forward to slide it into the recesses of her throat, the smell of his crotch rising to her nostrils; and once again that treacherous little spark of fiery sensation began to make itself felt in her pussy.

"So then the bus gets going again, and she pulls this magazine out of her shoulder-bag and starts looking at it-and it's one of them Playgirl things they do for broads these days-dumb pictures of guys bare-ass, with no hard-on."

"She looks at it for a couple of minutes, and I take a look too, and then I take a look at her tits, an' they're a hell of a lot more interesting-her nipples are standing up like pencil erasers, poking that top she's wearing out in front. And the way she's sitting-you can damn near see right up to her crotch. It's the sort of view you like best when it's opposite you-only sitting right next to it is even better, even if you don't see quite as good."

"And, then-oh, Jesus!-she turns her head, slow and meaning that I shouldn't miss it, and she looks down in my crotch, and then she looks back at this guy in the magazine, and then she looks back at my crotch-and then she shuts the magazine and she puts it away, an she twists round in the seat a bit so she's facing me some, an' she says:

"I beg your pardon, but would you allow me to take a look at your penis?' All refined, you know, like she was asking me what time it was. Only she was talking quiet."

"So I figure, what the fuck?"

"I reach down and unzip my pants-going careful, cause her asking that on top of everything else-well, I ain't kidding, it was raring up so hard you'd think it was trying to bust out right through the front."

"An it comes raring up, all big and purple, you know the way it gets, and she kind of gasps, and says: 'Oh, my, that's really magnificent!' She knew a good dick when she saw one, that broad, I tell you!"

Linda thought back to the scene in the car on their way here, and wondered whether this had really happened to Johnny, or if it was just one of his cherished fantasies.

No matter-she was curiously eager to hear more!

"So I say: 'You want to cop a feel, lady, go right ahead.'

"And she does just that-she puts her hand round it, under the head, like she knows what's what, and she gives it a nice squeeze. And then, you know what this crazy gash says to me?"




Shameless Ch. 04



"What?" Larry's breathing was heavy with excitement.

"She says: 'Would you let me sit on it while we ride?'"

"No shit!" Larry panted.

"Yeah. So-well, Jesus, like I said, we're at the back of the bus, and not too many people about, so what am I going to turn down some pussy for-when it's being dumped right in my lap," he added with a snicker.

Tom grunted and started to jerk his pelvis slightly. Linda glanced up at his face for a moment and saw that his teeth were clenched, his eyes almost shut in tight, tense slits.

She had the sudden overwhelming urge to see him lose that tightly preserved self-control, to hear him moaning with delight and gasping helplessly as orgasm overcame him.

She redoubled her efforts.

"Yeah, so then what?" Larry hissed urgently.

"So then-shit, just trying it on, you know? I say: 'What's it worth to you, lady?'

"And damn if she don't say, cool as you like: 'Would twenty dollars pay for your trouble?'

"Well, it kind of knocks me back, and then I think I ought to see how high I can get her to go, but what the fuck, I'm getting hot as all hell there, and I never expected her to pay me-so I say: 'Okay, lady, twenty bucks is fine, and this crazy gash, she reaches for her pocketbook and pulls out her wallet and hands over twenty bucks, just like that."

"Then, with me sitting there holding it, she gets up and edges along so she's standing in front of me, and she hikes up her skirt-Jesus, it was nearly as high as her twat already-and you know, she's wearing a pair of them panties like you see in the ads at the back of the magazines, with the crotch cut out!"

"Oh, man!" Larry breathed. "Oh, jeeze, this is making me so fucking horny-!"

"Hear that, teach?" Johnny called. "There's a real hot dick waiting for you when you've done with Tom-and mine's getting ready for seconds any minute!"

Linda went on flailing the head and shaft of Tom's rod with her tongue, as though she had not heard, but a tremor of anticipation-fear? excitement?-shot through her pussy once again.

"Go on! Go on!" Larry urged.

"So she kind of backs into me, and she reaches her hand down and takes hold of my dick in her hand, an she holds it steady an' kind of just sits down, real slow, feeding it up her gash-an jeeze, she had a twat that was so tight and hot and juicy, I had to start thinking of ice water showers just to keep from shooting my whole wad right that minute!"

"So she gets the whole of my dick shoved in her hole, and she ends up sitting on my lap, facing front, with her legs spread wide open, and I reach round an stroke her real nice, smooth thighs, and she leans back against me, and she whispers:

"Wouldn't you like to play with my tits a little?'

"So I shove my hands up under her top, and get my hands full of her jugs, with these gorgeous hard nipples, and I can start to smell her now, like a bitch in heat, and her juice is trickling down on my thighs and my halls-that pussy was like a hot swamp, I tell you!"

"And then she puts her hand down in her crotch, and she starts. playing with her twat-diddling herself, rubbing her clit, all slow and dreamy, and she kind of rocks herself around a bit, and she sort of humps up and down a few times, just a little bit, you know, and I'm kneading these beautiful jugs-and the old dick is about going crazy up her twat, and I want to come the worst way, but I can't stand to finish it-"

And then the bus hits a rough patch in the road, and starts jolting up and down for a few feet-and that was it! I shot off like a fucking fountain, and she starts coming too, and she's kind of shrieking, only in a whisper-never heard nothing like it in my life before!"

"Oh, wow," Larry moaned.

"And then-she kind of lays back against me, and I wait for my dick to slide out of her-only it don't! It stays right there, and I guess it just didn't want to come out of there-it never even got soft!"

"And after a minute, when she's got her breath back, she sees what's happened, an says: 'Do you think you can do it again?' So I say: 'Sure feels that way, don't it?'

"Then she kind of clears her throat a bit, and says:

"I'd like to try it behind.'

"You mean up the ass, lady! I ask her, and she nods.

"So she stands up, and my dick comes sliding out with a kind of squelchy noise, and this smell of hot gash like you wouldn't believe, and she sort of sticks out her cute butt and says: 'Will you guide it, please.'

"So I nudge it up against her bottom and she reaches back and pulls her ass-cheeks apart, and there's her asshole, all puckered up and sort of pinky-brown, kind of cute if you like assholes-"

"Oh, I like them, when they're in a pretty broad's butt," Larry leered.

"Well, I tell you, this butt was pretty as they come. And the old dick was all covered in come and pussy juice, and when I get it lined up an' she starts to squat down on it, it just slides up her poop-chute like a hot knife through butter."

"Tight, huh?"

"Tight! You better believe it! Jeeze, her twat was hot and tight, but her shit-hole was like having a big soft hand grabbing your dick and squeezing till you couldn't see straight!"

"Wowee!"

"Yeah, that's about what I said! So I stick one hand back up under her top to get me some more action with them bouncing jugs, an' she whispers:

"I wish you'd play with me here, too, and she takes my other hand and shoves it against her pussy."

"A real nympho, huh!" Larry sighed ecstatically.

"So I kind of work my fingers round for a minute-all sloshy and juicy, you know-and she says:

"Please, put your fingers right inside me.'

"So I kind of bunch my fingers together and I shove them right up her cunt-hole, and she sort of props up her feet against the back of the seat in front of us, and it's wild, see, I can feel my own dick in her shit-chute rubbing against my fingers in her twat-I could of nearly jerked myself off!

"And then she starts diddling her clit again, slow, and I work my fingers up and down in her hot sloshy hole, and she kind of squeezes my dick with her insides, and her nipples are like a pair of rocks, they're so hard-"

"And then, oh, Jesus, these two kids that got on the same stop she did decided to take a walk and they come strolling back-two kids, about eighteen, maybe-and they get there without me realizing, I'm so kind of knocked out by what I'm doing to this crazy nympho gash and what that shit-chute of hers is doing to my cock-and there they are, all of a sudden', with their mouths hanging open and their eyes big as plates-"

"Go on, for fuck sake!"

"Well, I was so turned on, I wasn't going stop for nothing, and the broad, she just looked at them, and then she beckoned to them, and one of them came stumbling over, like in a dream, and she reaches for his pants and unzips him and she fished out his dick and starts jerking him-and she tells the other one to kneel on the seat, and she gets his out, too, and kind of leans over sideways and starts sucking him off-jerking one, sucking the other one-and I still got one hand on her tits and the other one all the way up her twat, and she keeps on squeezing my dick, and-oh, Jesus, it was the weirdest tangle I ever been in!"

"And the kid she's sucking shoots, and then the one she's jerking shoots-no staying power-and I start giving her clit some action with my thumb since she took her hand off to jerk the boy-and, man, if the first time was wild, when she came the second time, it was like getting your dick caught in a vacuum cleaner or something-thought I was going die coming, it was so fucking incredible-"

"Yeah?"

"Well, then the boys kind of zipped up and sneaked off back where they came, like they was scared-and the broad heaves herself up off my lap, and shoves a wad of Kleenex up into her gash to sop up the juice, and she wipes off my dick with a piece, then she leans over and gives it a big, juicy kiss."

"That was very nice, she says."

"And a minute later, the bus pulls in at the next stop, and she throws all the Kleenex under the seat, and she's up out of the seat without another word-doesn't look back or nothing, and she gets off the bus, and I watch out of the window-and Jesus, there's this guy comes to meet her, and he's a Preacher! Dog collar and all! I reckon she was married to him-but I've never figured it out, wearing them slit panties and all-Jesus, it was the weirdest thing ever happened to me!"

"Jeeze, that's something, ain't it," Larry mused.

"You ain't kidding. And she paid me twenty fucking dollars for the pleasure of plowing her cunt and asshole-shit, I'd have almost paid her!"

Tom suddenly stiffened, then lunged forward at the hips, driving his cock deeply into Linda's throat, as mercilessly, and more so, as Johnny before, and grabbed her head to hold her immobile while his sperm pulsed out and filled her throat with its salty bitterness, then he released her, choking, and slumped back, watching her as she slowly recovered.

"Hey, you done?" Larry demanded.

"Yeah," Tom growled.

"Oh, man-then I'm going get my dick up her asshole, right now! I'm hotter than a red hot poker!"

"To Be Continued..."



Shameless Ch. 05



 This is chapter five in a seven part series. This story, as well as all of this series is the sole copyright of venomlegions! Any similarities with any other stories is coincidental and unintentional! No malicious intent is intended or inferred! Enjoy! 

*****

-one-

Linda stood up, wiping her mouth, and eyed Larry with considerable apprehension. He was licking his lips as he came towards her, and she felt more than ever like a creature being mercilessly hunted down.

He reached out his hands and fondled her breasts for a moment, his breath rasping with excitement.

"What you going do?" Johnny asked curiously.

"She needs something to lean over, huh?"

"You can lay her flat on the floor."

"Nah," Larry answered definitely. "When I screw a dame in the ass, I like to have it stuck up good where I can get at it without having to scrunch around... I like to be standing up, so as I can really go at it."

"Put her over the arm of a chair, then," Tom suggested, busy re-zipping his fly.

"Yeah, I guess that'd do," Larry agreed. "Or over the table in the kitchen... even better. Just the right height, the table, I reckon."

"Come on, then," Johnny said impatiently. "Let's go in the kitchen and get started. I want to watch you do it to her, Larry, then I'm going to go in after you."

He opened the door.

"After you, Miss Tyler," he said.

And, naked and helpless, she went into the kitchen.

Ed was sitting there, and Doris was working at the table, cutting up stewing meat.

"Hey, Doris, baby, we have to borrow the table," Larry told her brusquely.

"What for?" She looked at him with dislike, and sliced a piece of beef into four pieces with a quick, neat movement.

He giggled.

"Need it for teacher. It'd just the right height for her to bend over while I plug into her butt."

"You'll have to wait," Doris told him firmly. "I have things to do, and I want to get this stew started. You'll want dinner tonight, won't you?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Never mind but. If I cook, I do it when I choose. It's my fucking house."

"Ed's, too," Johnny reminded her.

"Ed agrees with me, don't you?"

Ed nodded

"Leave her alone," he said. "She cooks best when she isn't getting hassled."

"Guess we got to find someplace else, then," Larry grumbled. "Jeeze, fucking bitches ain't nothing but trouble!"

Doris stepped from behind the table, and with a swift flash of her arm, twisted him around and planted her foot against his ass, and sent him hurtling across the room. He crashed into the door and staggered, dazed, while Johnny and Ed guffawed at his discomfiture.

"Hey," he protested, "what the fuck...?"

"Nobody calls me a fucking bitch," Doris told him calmly. She returned to her work, and when Larry started towards her, she hefted the knife meaningfully in her hand.

"And don't forget I'm a brown belt," she added, "in good practice, too."

A pity karate was no use against a couple of savage Dobermans, Linda mused.

"Hit my goddamn head," Larry complained petulantly. "I got to go sit down a minute."

Doris said: "Ed wants Linda for a while... you guys have all had a share of her. Why don't you leave her here and clear out?"

"But we're getting ready to screw her in the ass," Johnny protested.

"Well, you can wait," Doris snapped. "Let poor Larry get over headache."

"She ain't kidding," Larry said ruefully. "You got any aspirin in this joint?"

"Bathroom," Doris said. "Go on, piss off."

Rather to Linda's surprise, they did, leaving her alone with the brother and sister.

Ed held out a hand to Linda, and she went to him, and he drew her down onto his lap, as he had before, and once again he nuzzled his face into her breasts.

"Beautiful," he muttered, "lovely, sweet soft tits..." 

His hand went to her crotch, and once again he began to caress her, gently parting her plump labia and insinuating her fingertips into the warm, moist crack.

Linda relaxed in his embrace; she felt that he would not treat her roughly, and she gave herself over to the enjoyment of his stroking of her pussy, his ardent suckling of her breasts.

He seemed content with this for a long time, then he said softly: "Linda, how'd you like me to do what they said they're going to do?"

Linda looked at him, taken aback.

Ed's eyes were pleading.

"I'd do it carefully," he said. "The first time... you don't want it rough, the first time, do you?"

"No," she said, almost inaudibly.

Doris looked round and said: "You can trust him, Linda. It would be a lot better for you."

"Well... okay," Linda agreed helplessly.

If somebody had to invade her virginal asshole, it might as well be the more civilized Ed, she supposed.

"Why don't you go upstairs and use my room," Doris suggested. "It's about the most comfortable place."

Ed hesitated, then said: "Will you come too, Doris?"

"You want me to?"

"Mm."

"Okay," she said tolerantly. "When I've got the stew done. It won't be long now."

Ed sighed, Linda thought with relief, and returned to mouthing her breast.

She was puzzled: why would a man want his sister in the same room where he would be having sex?

But she ceased to wonder as Ed's fingers sought out her clitoris with renewed enthusiasm, and the delicious little sparks of ecstasy began to leap through her body.

The slow, sweet tide of sensation mounted and churned through the lips of her pussy and lapped at her belly; his suckling mouth sent lascivious messages of lustful anticipation crackling along her nerves. She found herself coming closer to the edge of release, her wildly inflamed clitoris a red hot coal burning between the lips of her cunt setting all the surrounding tissues on fire, and his unceasing caress was like a steady stream of fuel played upon it, until the moment came when the final combustion point was reached and passed, and the fire exploded into a brilliant burst of sensuous ecstasy that sent her head spinning and her body into wild spasms of quivering passion.

Then, as she slowly drifted back towards reality, she heard Doris say: "Okay, the stew's done; let's go upstairs."

Ed gently pushed Linda off his lap and onto her feet, and with Doris leading the way, they went upstairs to the bedroom where she and Linda had spent the preceding night.

Doris briskly seized the bed pillows and arranged them in a heap in the middle of the mattress.

"Sprawl yourself down over those, baby," she instructed Linda, "and just relax, okay?"

"Uh..."

Doris took her hand and looked into her eyes intently.

"Don't worry, huh? Ed's a sweet guy... he isn't going to hurt you. And I'll be right here to make sure."

Linda swallowed, and nodded.

"So," Doris said, "come lie down."

She settled Sally face-down on the bed, her hips resting on the pillows so that her buttocks were thrust up into the air, inviting and very vulnerable.

She closed her eyes and tried to follow Doris' instructions to relax, feeling the shaking of the bed as Ed crawled into a position behind her...

She involuntarily stiffened in expectation of pain, but instead she felt a tiny stream of warm air, which she realized was his breath when he began to lavish dozens of tiny kisses on the silky white skin of her voluptuous ass cheeks.

Her flesh prickled in response: the touches of his lips were so delicate that it raised gooseflesh all over her, and to her astonishment she found that the sensual fire was building up once again inside her belly.

Was she insatiable? she wondered guiltily.

After a few delicious minutes, her flesh began to crave a firmer stimulus, and she found herself squirming her hips slightly, pushing backwards just a little. The movement stirred the lips of her pussy against the pillows, she found, and she repeated it, enjoying the sensation.

Shamelessly...

Then there started a nibbling. A sensation that hovered on the edge of pain, as it had done when Doris had so delicately chewed on them earlier-the tension of the almost-pain, she discovered, somehow heightened the pleasure that was steadily surging through her body.

And then she shuddered with shame and delight as the warmly probing, saliva- wet blunt-pointed dagger of his tongue slid along the crevice between her buttocks and invaded the tightness of the rear valley, licking up and down the oddly textured lining and finally probing gently but insistently into the tightly folded rosette of her virginal asshole.

There was a movement beside her, and Doris knelt on the bed. Linda smiled up at her, and Doris stroked her hair.

"Okay, baby?" she whispered.

Linda nodded.

Doris turned to her brother.

"Ed, baby," she said, "work your hand underneath her and give her some clit action... way you do for me."

The words drifted into Linda's brain, but she was too preoccupied with the pleasures of her body to give them any analytical thought just then.

Ed worked one hand beneath her, seeking through the dew-moist folds of her outer labia, working over the engorged tissues until his fingertips homed in on the pulsating morsel of her blood-filled clitoris. The delightful friction wove its elusive yet very tangible magic until she heard herself moaning helplessly, all too willing to abandon herself to whatever this man, this stranger, this one of her kidnappers, chose to do with her.

She found her nipples growing achingly hard with eager response, and a slow, steady throbbing made itself evident in the inflamed lips of her pussy. He ducked his face down to lap along their musky plumpness as far as he could reach, and to dart his tongue, like a searching bee, into the welling nectar.

Then she heard him gasp: "Do you have the oil there, Doris?"

"Mm-hmm. Shall I do it?"

"Yeah. Let me watch you..."

"You want to watch me get her ready for you, hmm?"

"Christ, yes?"

She heard the slight grating sound of the cap of a bottle being unscrewed, and then she started slightly as Doris' warm, knowing fingers, slick with baby oil, probed gently into her ass cleft, and one of them penetrated the tightly clutching sphincter muscle.

Again, that odd pain-swallowed-in-pleasure feeling...

"You want me to put a little on your cock, baby?" Doris crooned throatily.

"Yes... please."

The sound of other flesh than her own being anointed came to Linda's ears, but her mind was still too hazy to think.

Then there was a little pause, during which she lay waiting, throbbing with expectation, her pussy oozing a steady trickle of juice that made her remember that there was another penetration to come when this one was over...

Suppose it were to happen right now...

Would it feel as good as her burning pussy told her it ought to feel...?

Then he was sliding his hands around her hips to hold her steady, and she wished that he had not taken his fingers away from her pussy. His cock-head, hot and oily and determined, was sliding through the waiting valley, far more formidable than the tongue and the finger that had explored there before.

Big...

It pressed against the asshole, and she tensed, suddenly giving way to alarm.

His hand stroked her hair and down the length of her back, a caress that was affectionate and reassuring, and she let herself go limp with a conscious effort, taking a deep breath of air, trying to help him by relaxing as fully as possible.

Slowly his cock sank in, nudging its way into the interior darkness of her rectum. She found herself holding her breath, despite her resolution to relax, and couldn't let it go for several seconds. Her fingers clutched anxiously at the sheet beneath her: she felt bloated and filled intolerably.

But the piercing shaft's invasion of her body was smooth and oddly sweet; it plunged inward until she felt his balls swing softly against her thighs, and then a brush of prickliness as his pubic hair rubbed against the backs of her ass cheeks. The penetration made her gasp in surprise and a little stinging pain, but it was as though a warm poker had been thrust into her entrails, bringing in its wake a delicious heat that began to radiate out into her belly, and to saturate her pussy with new waves of the marvelous sex-tingles.

Then he lay still for a few moments to let her get accustomed to the hard fullness stuffing her rear passage, and she contracted her muscles experimentally, and with delighted surprise felt the responsive leap of his cock.

He whispered: Get up-on your hands and knees-okay?"

Obediently she heaved herself into the position he wanted, and Doris, still kneeling on the bed, reached to caress her rubbery-hard nipples, then slid her hand down between Linda's thighs and dug between her fleshy labia to strum her vibrating clitoris.

Ed's cock slid slowly out of her, until only its head remained, and then it made an equally slow return, to the deepest point it could reach. This time the sensation of its passage seem to inflame the walls of her anal canal with fiery friction, and the heat was conducted through her flesh to the lips of her cunt, to the knob of her clitoris, stoking yet more fuel into the ecstatic flame that filled her belly.

Then he began pumping into her, like a dog screwing a bitch in heat. And she felt like a bitch in heat, her thoughts, lewd and open and eager and shameless-she thrust back at him, gasping at the stinging, delicious pleasure pain, and somehow that combined with Doris' searching fingers on her cunt, Doris' hand delving into the musky, juicy, passion-swollen lips where her clitoris strained and throbbed, as hard as a little fingertip in its tiny hood, was bringing her to the edge of the chasm of oblivious ecstasy faster than she could possibly control.

Alerted to her imminent climax by her ever-louder moans and spasms, he suddenly thrust her back down over the pillows, so that her breasts were crushed against the sheet; Doris' band trapped beneath her, still undauntedly fondling Linda's cunt. Her hips were thrust upward into the air, and his pounding attack became almost ferocious, his loins, slapping noisily against 

the fleshy cheeks of her ass, his balls swinging forward with every stroke, his fingers digging into her hips almost painfully as he rammed in and out like a power-driven piston.

With a guttural, animal cry, he came, and the sound of the passion in his voice, the convulsions of his body, the sudden extra hardening of his cock and its throbbing as it spurted white fire deep up into the dark canal of her gut sent Linda hurtling into orbit.

That orgasm seemed to last for hours, and by the time she was aware of the world again, Ed had pulled out of her, and was sprawled on the bed next to her, avidly eating the cunt of the now naked Doris...

His sister.

-two-

"It's... incest," Linda said hesitantly.

Doris set a plateful of eggs and toast in front of her.

"Eat," she said. "Larry's prowling around looking as though his headache's gone. Better eat while you have the chance."

Meekly Linda scooped up a forkful of eggs, took a bite of toast, finding she was very hungry.

"But," she said, a few bites later, "Doris, you and... your brother..."

Doris poured freshly made coffee into two cups.

"Do you take sugar and cream?"

"Just black, please..."

Doris set one cup beside Linda's plate and sat down across the table with the other.

"Incest," Linda said weakly.

"Technically, I suppose," Doris agreed. "Or maybe not technically... it depends how you look at it."

"I don't... understand."

Doris said levelly: "I don't let him fuck me. I don't let any man fuck me. Even without getting raped that time, I don't like to make it with men. Doing other things... is that incest?"

"I..."

"You know the only real argument against incest, other than moral taboos? It's the possibility of concentrating unfavorable genes in the children. If there's family weakness, then a sibling mating may mean that both parents are contributing the same gene that carries the weakness, and if that gene is usually recessive, getting it from both sides increases the chances of the weakness showing up. That's all. No fucking, no kids. Didn't you play around with your brother?"

Linda shook her head. "Don't have one."

"Mm. Well... Ed and I have always been... close. In fact... well, we were brought up kind of isolated, slap in the middle of one of the biggest cattle ranches in the country... had private tutors, and no one much to mix with... so we mixed with each other when our adolescent juices started flowing. Only I couldn't stand to be fucked, even then... he tried it once, and I couldn't stand it! And he... shit, I don't know the ins and outs of it, but he has trouble getting it up if I'm not around..."

Linda stared, trying to comprehend.

"You know, I hardly ever saw another woman, another girl, till I left the ranch. Our father had this weird idea about kids contaminating each other or something-that's why we never went to school or anything. But what I saw on TV really turned me on... I mean, I knew that what I wanted was to make it with others of my own sex. But there were none around, except for our housekeeper who was maybe sixty and weighed about two hundred pounds-and Ed was there, and horny-as-hell, we just sort of drifted into things, and never really drifted out!"

"Then when we were nearly twenty... I was nineteen, he was eighteen... the old man kicked off, and we got what money there was... seemed he'd been playing games with the tax people for the last few years, so they came and grabbed quite a lot of it... we headed for life in the big city."

"I got raped the second night... not used to being on my guard. Hadn't gotten through my head I couldn't walk through a park at night alone. But that just kind of fixed it... if I'd ever thought I'd try to make it with men, that just about wiped it out completely."

She grinned at Linda.

"I went and took karate lessons, instead. Then went to art school... a painter is what I am when I'm not frying eggs for crazy hoods-and... well, Ed and I just stayed together, pretty much... only he kept getting into the dumbest kind of trouble, and I kept getting involved because I tried to fish him out-and Christ, this one's a real beauty," she added. "I'm damned if I want to take off to South America for the rest of my life the way they plan!"

"But can't you tell them that you're not doing this of your own free will? If you don't go with them..."

Doris sighed. "You know, I've been turning that over and over in my head... At times it seems quite reasonable. Then other times, I think about the cops mad as hell because the others have gotten away, so they decide to throw the whole works at me... bail I couldn't make, for a start, and I can't stand the idea of being shut up in some stinking prison... anyway, there's 

Ed..."

Linda stared at her more intently.

"Could he get past the dogs?" she asked.

"I guess so." Doris shrugged. "They're not guarding any of us, only you."

"Then... if Ed doesn't want to go along with them-if he went and gave himself up... said he'd turn state's evidence... told them you were involved against your will..."

Doris was silent Then she said: "I wonder if that would work? I'm pretty sure Ed would like to get out of this-and if the other three make their getaway as they've planned, they can't implicate him in any of the things they've threatened to make him go along this far... It's the house, you see," she explained. "They wanted to be able to hole up here while they wait for the chopper to get them out-so 

Ed and I had to be involved. I didn't realize they were kidnapping along with the robbery," she added ruefully. "Originally I think they just planned to leave you there after they'd threatened to kill you to get the coins and things handed over... but then Tom, I guess, realized that he needed the added 

security. So-here you are."




Shameless Ch. 05



Linda swallowed the last of her eggs.

"I can be a witness too," she said. "I guess they'd believe me if I said you and Ed were being well, pressured."

"Maybe. I'll talk to Ed and see..."

The kitchen door burst open.

"Okay," Larry yapped, "so that sneaking fucking Ed got at you before I did-I'm going bust his skull open when I catch up with him, but right now, teacher baby, you're coming in the other room an' I'm going to plow your ass but good! I ain't taking' no more of this motherfucking stalling and playing around."

He grabbed Linda's arm and roughly jerked her to her feet

"And you keep out of it, dyke, or I'll shove a bullet through you," he snarled.

He shook Linda's arm and steered her towards the door and through into the living room.

"Hey," Johnny greeted them, "here she comes, huh? Hey, Miss Tyler, Ed tells us he'd saved us the trouble of busting your asshole open... so now you're real nice and loose for us, huh? We can really get down to some serious butt-plugging, huh?"

"That sneaky shit," Larry was muttering, "Jeeze, I was looking forward to getting it all nice an' tight an' never been used before..."

"Ah, quit moaning," Tom said. "He can't have loosened her that much." He snapped his fingers. "Bring that fat ass over here, cunt, and let me take a look."

Reluctantly, Linda went to where he sat and he crudely shoved a finger into her ass-crack, found the puckered hole, and jammed his finger inside.

She cried out at the rough pain.

"Nah," Tom said. "She's still plenty tight, Larry. She'll give that rod of yours a good hot ride."

"Hey," Johnny said, "when we going to get her cherry? Ought to do it tonight, in case Miles shows up tomorrow, huh?"

"Yeah," Larry said. "An' if he don't... well, we got ourselves three holes to keep us happy. Don't do to save things for too long, huh, Johnny? Use them while or lose them!"

"Guess we draw lots again, huh?" Johnny suggested.

"Only without that fucking dyke this time," Larry declared positively.

"So get on and fuck her ass if you're going to," Tom said, and turned up the volume of the television.

"Yeah. Oh yeah," Larry said, licking his lips. "Come on over here, teach, and let's take a look at what we're going to do with that cute little rear end, huh?"

"You like having Ed ream you out?" Johnny asked as Larry started to fondle her buttocks. "He ain't hung much, huh? Man, when you finally get my old dick stuck in you, you'll really know you're getting screwed! And it's all ready, just as soon as Larry's gets his rocks off!"

Could it possibly feel good? Linda wondered. Could she enjoy it without the preparatory care that Ed and Doris had lavished upon her?

Maybe. It was surprising, she thought wryly, just what did seem to be feeling good to her in the last twenty-four hours... things that would never have occurred to her before!

"You still want to use the table in the kitchen?" Johnny asked.

"Nah-that dyke's hanging around in there. Wouldn't mind putting it to her before we get out of this joint"

"She's coming with us, ain't she?"

"Jeeze! You mean we're stuck with that the rest of the way to South America?"

"Maybe she'll come round to you, Larry," Johnny teased him. "You never know your luck, huh?"

"Teach," said Larry, "you're going to come an, kneel on this chair, see?"

She went to the chair he indicated.

"Facing the back of it," he said, She knelt as he instructed.

"Now-you got to kind of scrunch down in front an' stick your ass up in back, real nice an' high so I can get at it."

It was cramped and uncomfortable. She had to turn her head sideways and press her cheek against the back of the chair, and her breasts were crushed against her folded supporting arms before she was arranged to his liking.

"Jeeze, gives me a hard-on just looking at it," she heard Johnny say.

"I got one without looking," Larry grunted, and she heard the sounds of him stripping off his pants.

"Look how her pussy comes peeking out," Johnny went on, "all pink and yellow-haired."

"Going to bust it open tonight, huh?" Larry said gleefully. "Man, I hope l win that lottery!"

"And I hope I do," Johnny sniggered. "The feeling of a tight little cherry popping when I ram my big old dick up a cunt that ain't been screwed before-nothing like it in the world! Better than almost anything you can name."

She felt Larry's hands on her buttocks again, kneading the plump flesh which her position stretched tightly, the muscles fully extended.

"You going to grease her up?" Johnny asked.

"Guess I should, huh? What is there?"

Johnny chuckled, and said: "Two things right here... spit and pussy juice. Get her heated up some, she'll give you all the juice you want. You seen how hot she gets when you play with her cunt."

"I can't wait for her to get hot... my dick's killing me, it's been waiting so long. And spit ain't no good..."

"Maybe there's butter in the kitchen," Johnny suggested, "like in that Marlon Brando movie."

"You want to go take a look?"

"Okay."

Larry rubbed his rigid cock against the cheeks of her ass, butting its head against the plump cushions of flesh.

"It's a real nice ass, teach," he said dreamily. "If you just been using it to sit on all these years, it's a fucking waste, I tell you."

He nudged the cock-head into the crevice between the cheeks and worked it up and down, up and down, until she felt the beginnings of response begin to stir, though she didn't think that was why he was doing it.

"Hey, you started already?" Johnny called. 

"Nah, just feeling around some... you get the butter?" 

"The dyke said no... made me take margarine." 

"Guess that's okay... ain't so bad for the heart as butter, the health nuts say."

"Shit," Johnny laughed, "your dong ain't long enough to get up to her heart!"

"It's kind of messy," Larry said doubtfully.

"So get Miss Tyler to do it... she ain't wearing no clothes to mess up."

"Hey, that's a good idea? Teach, get up a minute and come grease me up, huh?"

Glad to get out of her cramped position, Linda climbed off the chair and took the stick of margarine Larry held out to her: it had already been opened.

He stood in front of her, his rigid cock pulsating, angry-headed.

"Smear it on, teach," he encouraged her cheerfully. She scooped off a glob of the slippery margarine and let it melt on her fingers for a moment, then she curled her hand around the shaft of his cock below the head and smeared the greasiness there, and up over the crown. Then she took some more, and yet more, deciding that the more slippery she could get it, the less 

painful it was likely to be if he was rough.

He obviously enjoyed her handling... after the third application he pushed her fingers away.

"You're going to make me come, doing that," he said, "and I don't want to come till I'm plugged into that nice tight shit-hole you got hot and waiting."

"Have her stick some up her ass... I'd like to see Miss Tyler shoving margarine up her asshole," Tom suggested... having lost interest in the television for the moment.

Linda knew better than to object. She took a further glob of margarine and worked her middle finger into her anus with it trying to prepare the tight little rosette for the assault that was ready to be made.

"Okay," Larry said excitedly. "Now, get back like you was before, with your butt stuck up real nice and high."

Linda resumed the awkward position, her face pressed against the chair back.

Larry's hands cupped her ass-cheeks and pulled them apart, and she felt the blunt arrowhead of his cock snubbed up against the closed pucker.

"Hang on to your tits, teacher... coming through"' he gasped, and slammed in with one vigorous stroke.

Linda yelped in shock, and some pain.

"Cunt knows she's got a cock stuck in her," Johnny announced gleefully.

"Jee-zus! She's sure tight!" Larry gulped.

"Told you she would be," Tom said. "So ream her out and have done with it... I may take a crack at her butt myself in a little while."

Larry started a slow, luxurious in-and-out sliding, and the pain passed off, eased by the ample lubrication that spread a slick surface over her inner membranes and his sliding prick. She had to absorb the shock of his thrusts, however, and her cramped position was very uncomfortable... she found that she was experiencing very little sexual arousal, and could only hope 

that he would get it over fast.

But he was enjoying himself immensely. Every time his breathing reached the speed and hoarseness that suggested he was getting ready to come, he would slow down, stop with his prick motionless inside the hot clutch of her body, and wait until the immediate urgency had passed. Then he would begin again, and she was reaching the point of near collapse.

Then she recalled suddenly how excited Ed had been when she had squeezed his cock with her inner muscles.

The next time Larry started to gasp and pant, hands tightening their grip on her hips, she waited until he had made one of his deep thrusts right into her, then she clamped down with her rectal muscles and squeezed several times, as quickly and strongly as she could.

It worked!

"YYEEEEOOWW!" he squealed... and went into convulsions.

"That good, huh?" Johnny asked when he had calmed down a little, gasping for breath.

"Fucking bitch milked it right out of me," Larry said, sounding awed. "Never felt nothing like it... jeeze!"

He pulled out of her abruptly, and she felt an oily warm trickle running down the backs of her thighs.

"Time for sloppy seconds," Johnny said gleefully. "Let's see if she can pull the same trick on me!" 

"To Be Continued..."



Shameless Ch. 06



 This story is the sole copyright and imagination of venomlegions! Any similarities to any characters or situations is coincidental and unintentional! No malicious intent is insinuated or inferred!

*****

-one-

"You want the margarine?" Larry asked.

"Nah." Johnny thrust a big finger into Linda's asshole and wiggled it "She's slippery enough to get a Cadillac up there, I bet."

She heard the unzipping of his fly, and then, before she had a moment to brace herself, he had grabbed her by the hips and plunged the mushroom head of his cock through her asshole and had positioned the shaft crotch-deep. The rough denim of his pants scraped against the cheeks of her ass.

She gasped and whimpered-his cock was much thicker than Larry's, and was uncomfortable for the first few pounding strokes, but then she managed to relax and accommodate her inner channel to its bulk, and wondered if she should try the squeezing trick on him.

Before she could make up her mind, he was saying: "I want you to stand up, teach... back off the chair, huh?"

Awkwardly, impaled by his thick, rigid weapon, she managed to work first one foot, then the other to the floor, and levered herself up with her arms.

He grabbed her around the chest, bolding her breasts in a firm grasp, making her stand on tiptoes; then he caught her about the waist and lifted her, holding her suspended so that her asshole was at the same level as his cock.

"Nah," he said. "It ain't going to work."

He carried her suspended to one of the chairs in front of the television and sat down with her on his lap, which seemed to drive the invading cock deeper still.

"See," he said to Larry, "this is the way I had that chick in the bus. Kind of restful, huh?"

He fondled Linda's breasts casually.

"Want to see me make her come?"

"Sure." Larry sat down in another of the chairs and fastened his eyes on them eagerly.

Johnny dropped one hand down to Linda's crotch... then took it away again and said: "Nah... you can do that, teach. Let's see you diddle yourself, huh? Make yourself come."

Linda found herself blushing. Somehow the idea of doing that in front of them was difficult to take. But obediently she put her right hand against her pussy and worked her index finger between the hair-covered labia.

Her own touch excited her more than she had expected. As her fingertip grazed against her clitoris, a sweet spark of sensation zipped through it, and the little knob leapt into hardness.

Johnny's hands kneaded her breasts, massaging her nipples with his palms, his touch strong and sure. Twin threads of sensation ran from her nipples down to that dark place in her belly where the sex tension seemed to build, meeting the sparks of electricity her finger stirred in her clit, and the massive, filled feeling of her rear canal.

She wriggled her finger, and a more demanding spasm flashed across her pussy. Her toes curled for a moment. Glancing at her breasts, she saw that beneath Johnny's fingers, the little pink towers of her nipples stood erect and demanding. Experimentally, she touched one with her unoccupied hand, her fingers brushing against Johnny's in a curious unity of purpose.

Then she returned her attention to the more urgent needs of her rapidly inflaming pussy.

She started to rub her forefinger gently along one side of the deep groove between the outer lips, for a moment she pressed luxuriously against the hardness of her clitoris, then when the sensation threatened to overwhelm her, she went to the other side of the groove. She ran her fingertip down to the tight entrance between the inner lips, only a tiny distance away from the spot where Johnny's huge pole impaled the tautly stretched ring of her stuffed asshole.

Dreamily, she fondled the base of the invading shaft, and he gave a grunt of pleasure.

She thrust one of her breasts more firmly against his hand, and his big palm circled deliciously upon the up-thrust nubbin of excited tissue.

She insinuated her exploring forefinger between the palpitating inner lips, lust a little way.

"She can't wait to get the real thing shoved up that juicy pussy," Larry said eagerly. "Look how she's trying to ram her finger up it-she'll pop her own cherry in a minute!"

Johnny chuckled.

"That'd be something, huh?"

"Shit, it'd he a fucking waste, that's what!"

"Man," Johnny murmured, "it sure feels good, having a chick squatting on your dick... letting it soak in all that good warm greasy hole..."

"Bet she likes it too," Larry said. "A good hot dick filling her up."

"Sure she likes it. Cunt juice running down all over my balls," Johnny announced.

"Damned if I..."

"Yeah? What's on your mind, Larry?"

"Damned if I don't come over there and take a taste of that juice... licking a chick's twat when another guy's cock is shoved up her ass... that ought to make her come like the Fourth of July, huh? Jeeze... I'm going to try it!"

He came scurrying across and crouched down in front of them.

Johnny spread his legs wide so that he could get between, and Larry caught Linda's thighs and rested them over his shoulders, slipping his hands beneath them to tilt her slightly backwards.

"Okay," he muttered, "get ready for something real nice, teach. I'm going to make you blow the top of your fucking head off, you're going to come so fucking hard!"

He took a deep breath.

"Open it up for me,"" he ordered. "Pull those juicy lips wide as they'll go, huh?"

Linda felt a curious shiver of anticipation wrack her body as she obediently set her fingertips on her plump labia and drew them apart. This man, who had made her lie on the floor while he fucked her between the tits, who had forced her to hike her ass up high while he screwed into her, was now abjectly kneeling before her, all his attention concentrated on giving her 

pleasure, on making her come...

His tongue swept in a broad stroke over the exposed inner lining, like a dog affectionately licking; then he had shaped it into a bluntly pointed probe and began eagerly searching for every crevice, digging into every recess of the outer structure.

"Oooh," Linda moaned blissfully.

The velvety dagger of his questing tongue invaded the inner lips, then swept upward along the little valley, and she jerked violently as it flickered unbearably over her tightly engorged clitoris. Almost she came, but not quite, for he pulled away just in time.

Then the maddening, wet, hard-soft explorer flicked away from her pussy and moistly explored the inner surfaces of her thighs, again licking with broad tongue-sweeps, all over the delicate white skin, even down as far as the folds of her knee joints, which made her squirm with ticklishness.

Johnny was panting; her reactions to Larry's stimulation of her body was sending waves of sensuous motion through his deeply embedded cock.

"Ooohh," Linda moaned again.

Johnny pinched her nipples, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send deep shudders through her.

"Oooh... ahh," she cooed blissfully.

"Keep that twat spread for me," Larry told her, and a moment later he was puffing warm air onto the delicate inner membranes, and the incredibly delicate sensation made her skin prickle and rise up into goose-bumps.

"Please," she begged.

He drew his head back and looked up at her, eyes gleaming with triumph.

"What do you want, huh?" he demanded. "Tell me what your begging for, huh?"

"Make me..." she heard herself pleading. "Make me come... please make me come..."

She jerked wildly as the tormenting tongue-tip thrust itself against her blazing clitoris.

"She's nearly there," Johnny said gleefully. "Bring her off anytime you want, Larry... I'm ready to shoot my wad right up her any time!"

Larry licked over and around it, vibrating his tongue upon the straining little nubbin, quivering over the throbbing area, then just at the crucial moment, once again leaving it deserted and desperately craving.

"Please," she begged helplessly. "Oh please, please make me come... let me come..."

His fingers supporting her thighs dug in brutally, and Johnny's hands tightened on her breasts, and amidst the sudden jolts of pain, she was transfixed by his tongue once again stabbing at her clitoris, and this time it stayed there, and all her nerves exploded in a shower of unbearably intense and wonderful convulsions; her womb contracted in response, radiating deeper, slower waves of ecstasy through her body that was still, incredibly, that of a virgin.

Johnny was bucking and heaving beneath her, snorting yelping, emptying his sperm into her rear canal, while Larry hung on grimly, licking at her cunt until the last crazy tremors had died away, and they both lay back limply, and Larry let go of her thighs and sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth.

"She sure comes, for a virgin, don't she," he remarked with wonder in his voice, strangely echoing her own thoughts of a few seconds earlier.

"Whoowee," Johnny agreed weakly.

-two-

"You want a crack at her but, Tom?" Johnny asked, sliding his hands under Linda's buttocks and heaving her upwards so that his cock slid out of h& with a sticky squelching noise.

"Nah. Have her go take a shower and a nap, or something, so she can really bounce it around tonight"' Tom said.

"Tonight, tonight," Larry warbled, "we pop her wide tonight-heh heh heh."

"Jesus," Johnny moaned, "you wouldn't think I could get horny right off after coming like that... but just thinking about getting in that tight pussy..."

"Tonight," Jake said. "Go wash that juice off, cunt, so it's fit to have a cock plow it"

Shakily, Linda make her way upstairs.

Doris was in the bedroom, looking out of the window.

"Ed's gone," she said in a low, conspiratorial voice. "Only neither of us knows a thing about it, right?"

Linda nodded speechlessly.

"Oh, my," Doris said, taking a good look at her. "That was a real rough session, huh?"

Linda nodded again.

"Are you hurt?" Doris asked tensely.

"No... I... just... so tired!"

Doris took her hand and led her to the bed.

"You just stretch out, baby," she said soothingly. "I'll get a nice wet washcloth and clean you up, then you can go to sleep for awhile, okay?"

"A shower," Linda murmured, collapsing blissfully.

"Later, later," Doris reassured her.

Linda was almost asleep when Doris returned a minute later and began to wipe her thighs gently with a warm, soft, damp cloth. Linda spread her legs for the deliciously soothing, cleansing washrag that mopped away the stickiness and sweat and left her feeling relaxed and comforted.

And incredibly, aroused once again.

But it was not intense this time, and when Doris left her to sleep, she caressed herself gently into a delicious euphoric state that never did reach climax before her overstrained body drifted away into slumber.

She awoke feeling surprisingly good.

For a little while she lay pondering over what had happened to her, and the profound changes that had clearly taken place in her during these strange experiences.

Would William have aroused her dormant sensuality so rapidly, she wondered, or had the shock treatment been necessary to bring her to this sudden high pitch of awareness of the marvelous potential for pleasure her body held?

And she was still a virgin...

And tonight she wouldn't be.

Was the prospect alarming... or alluring?

They were such a strange mixture, those three men remaining. Tom so brutal, so icy... but it had been he who had initiated her inexperienced pussy into the first tumult of orgasm.

Johnny, so gleefully bragging of his prowess, so fond of verbalizing every sexual thought that crossed his mind... yet with such a skilled touch upon her breasts...

And Larry, lecherous, lascivious, inconsiderate... yet how superb had been the work of his tongue upon her open, vulnerable pussy.

Maybe, maybe...

Yes, it had felt good, being so filled...

And wouldn't it feel better, being filled in the place that nature had intended?

She writhed on the bed, voluptuously, feeling nerve currents of body awareness that had never awoken before, then she heaved herself up and stretched luxuriously, and went to take a long, hot shower.

She was hungry again, and as she opened the bedroom door the appetizing odor of beef stew assailed her nostrils. She went back into the bedroom and looked at the clothes available... then, with an odd little smile on her lips, she brushed her hair, ran a comb through her pubic hair to fluff it up into a crisp golden mass of curls, slipped her shoes on, and went down to the kitchen naked.

Johnny and Larry greeted her with a barrage of whistles and handclaps that were not unfriendly. Tom eyed her without expression, but seemed, she thought, slightly disconcerted.

Doris gave her a broad wink, set a chair for her, and ladled out a generous portion of the excellent beef stew.

"Hey," Larry said, "she's sitting down... guess your asshole ain't too sore, teach, huh?"

"How's your twat feeling?" Johnny asked. "Ready for the big bust?"

"She's got a big bust already," Larry. snickered pointlessly.

"Where's that dumb ass brother of yours gotten to?" Tom demanded of Doris.

She shrugged.

"Said he was going for a walk," she replied nonchalantly.

"He's going miss the great cherry-picking contest if he don't get back pretty soon," Larry said.

"He's going miss the chopper, is what," Tom growled. "Miles is as likely to show up tomorrow morning as the day after... and I ain't hanging round for nobody!"

"Oh, I guess he'll be back before then," Doris reassured him. "But he was always fond of these woods... he's probably gone to sleep somewhere."

"Likely wandered off into town and got picked up by the fuzz," Tom muttered.

"They won't come here, huh?" Johnny demanded. "Not while we got her, huh?"

"They ain't going to risk getting no holes shot in her," Tom said positively.

"But listen... if they're watching this place, ain't they going see the chopper land... maybe shoot it down when it takes off?" Larry asked anxiously.

"Nah... cause they think we're going have her with us. What I told them is, we'll set her down someplace nice and safe if they leave us alone till I send them a message."

"Yeah... but suppose they decide to try some of that shoot-out stuff," Larry persisted.

Tom shrugged.

"That's the risk you take," he said. "But they ain't going to, don't you worry."

"And what's the message you sent them?"

"I ain't going send them no message. We leave here, she can take care of herself."

"We taking the dogs along?"

"Sure. I ain't leaving my dogs behind," Tom said, with more animation than he had yet shown about anything. "Anyway, there's times a dog's more persuasive than a gun... somebody tells you, don't move or I shoot, maybe there's nothing you can do. But you got a dog with you, that ain't impressed by no guns, and he goes and tears out that guy's throat that's threatening you... even if he shoots the dog, it gives you a chance to get out of trouble while he's doing it."

"Well, they better be housetrained, is all," Johnny said. "I don't want to be shut up in a chopper with a pile of dog crap for the time it takes to get to the airfield."

"Better house trained than you," Tom said acidly.

"It still gets me, though," Larry said wonderingly, "that any guy would come up with all that money just for some lousy stamps and old coins."

"Well, if Miles is sucker enough to do it, what the fuck," Johnny said cheerfully. "Eat up your stew, Miss Tyler... got something hot to go in the other end pretty soon now."

"We going to draw cards again?" Larry asked.

Tom nodded.

"Do I get to draw too?" Doris asked mildly.

"This is for cherry-busting," Johnny said. "You ain't got the equipment, baby... or do you have one of them dildoes stashed away for the nights you need your twat filled up?"

"Fingers I have," she told him. "You think I couldn't do as good a job with my fingers as you could with that oversized piss hose you're so proud of?"

"So what the fuck?" Larry shrugged. "If she wins, it'd be a gas to watch, huh?

"Ahh... broads is getting their fingers bloody all of the time," Tom said. "Groping up their twats for tampons every month and all that filthy crap."

Doris smiled at him sweetly.

"You just don't really like women, do you, Tom?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Below the waist only," he snarled.

"And preferably below the knees," Doris added under her breath.

Conversation lapsed while they finished the stew. 

Linda found that she was much more relaxed than she expected. She was even looking forward to the events that were to come... after all, everything else had turned out to be quite enjoyable, once she had got used to the idea...

"Aces high?" Johnny asked when they had moved into the living room and he had picked up a rather worn pack of cards.

Nobody disagreed.

Tom snorted with impatience when Doris insisted on drawing, then sneered when she revealed a three of clubs.

Larry produced a six of hearts.

Johnny got the king, and a broad grin of lecherous anticipation spread over his face... to vanish abruptly when Tom tossed his card onto the table: the ace of diamonds.

"You should of said aces low," Larry jeered at him.

"Ah, shut up," Johnny snarled.

"We going to warm her up some first?" Larry suggested.

Tom shrugged.

"She's got a real nice eating pussy," Larry went on dreamily. "And I wouldn't mind a slice for dessert."

\"So eat her," Tom said. "Just keep your prick out of her cunt, that's all."

"Likes getting her butt plugged too," Johnny put in. "You didn't try that, Jake."

"I got her cunt, Johnny... you ain't going to talk me out of that," Tom said coldly. "Shove your own cock up her asshole again if you want."

"Save it for that pussy," Johnny said. "I guess I get to go second, huh... with the king."

"Get on and eat her, Larry, if you're going to," Tom said. "Don't get her too steamed up, though... I want her to feel this cock slicing in there... if she's dry she'll feel it a lot more than if you go getting her all dripping with that slippery cunt juice." 

"Shit, if you want her dry," Johnny said, "you better not lay a finger on her... she's gotten so fucking raunchy since we started teaching her about sex education, she starts dripping if you even look at her juicy little twat."

Linda began to feel alarmed. Tom said: "Okay. I want her dry."

"Ain't much fun in that," Larry said dubiously. "Having a broad squealing and jumping around when you shove it in her is what makes it so good."

"She'll squeal and jump if it goes in dry," Tom said with quiet certainty. "She's got it coming to her. You two can make it all up afterwards... get her as dripping-juicy as you like. I'm going give her something she'll really remember."

"How you going do it?" Johnny asked, his eyes alight with lewd speculation.

"I'm thinking about it," Tom told him. "Cunt, get up and walk around, some... let's take a good look at you."

Linda meekly stood up, and self-consciously began to pace the length of the room, while the three men surveyed her with lecherous concentration. Doris watched with a pensive expression, as though trying to work out a way to lessen the ordeal planned for Linda.

"Her tits jiggle about so nice," Larry commented. "So do her butt cheeks... and that cute patch of hers is all so fluffed up and, soft-looking!"

"Skin's so white," Johnny said, as though noticing it for the first time. "You never go in the sun much, huh, teach?"

"I burn easily," she said. "I don't tan... I just get red and sore and start peeling."

Tom licked his lips nervously.

"You'd like it if we warmed you up before you get your twat split, huh?' he asked suddenly.

"I... well... yes," she said hesitantly, mistrusting.




Shameless Ch. 06



"Okay."

He stood up.

"Wait right here," he said, and went out of the room.

They all waited in silence, mystified.

When he returned, he carried four pieces of the thin rope that had been used to tie Linda's hands and feet when they had first put her into the car.

"Oh, no!" she cried, in sudden panic. "Don't tie me up... please don't tie me up!"

"No, huh?"

"Please!" she begged.

"If I don't... will you do just what I want you to do... just what I say?" he demanded.

"I... I...y-yes..."

"Okay." He tossed the ropes onto the coffee table. "But you'd better stick to that."

She nodded. The thought of being tied up while he subjected her to whatever he had in mind filled her with a panic that was worse than the prospect of pain.

"Okay, cunt," Tom said briskly. "You remember how Larry had you in that chair when he was fucking your ass?"

She nodded.

"Go and get yourself in that way again."

Obediently she went to the armchair and crawled onto it, assuming the cramped position with her buttocks presented as a high, vulnerable target.

Was he going to penetrate her from behind? she wondered. Or did he intend to use her rear hole first, after all? Why had he wanted to tie her up?

She heard the rustling as he unfastened his pants, and she tensed a little, expecting to feel his rigid cock plunging into one of her unprepared holes. She tried to get her juices going by rapidly recalling some of the enjoyable things that had been done to her...

There was a whistling, swishing sound, and she shrieked with pain as a streak of fire slashed across the cheeks of her buttocks. She scrambled upright in the chair and swiveled to face him. He stood with narrowed eyes, dangling his belt from one hand.

"You said you wanted to be warmed up, cunt," he said, with a tight, humorless grin. "Now get your ass hack up there, or I'll tie you down and really let you have it... more places than just your fat butt."

Trembling, flinching, she shuffled back into place, and waited fearfully for the next stroke.

It whistled down, even harder, and tears squeezed out of her eyes as she moaned with pain.

And again.

And again.

"Looks like you been sunbathing in front of a Venetian blind," he sneered. "All red and sore, huh... that's the way, huh? I'm in a nice mood, so I'll leave the skin on you-if you do what I say without anymore stalling, huh?"

"Y... y-yes," she sobbed.

"Okay... then get out of that chair and come here."

She scrambled hastily to the floor, clutching at her flaming buttock cheeks to try to ease the pain.

"Get down an, get my cock hard with your mouth," was his next command, and she fumbled quickly for his fly and coaxed the half-hard flesh tube out into the open, and encircled it with lips that trembled with her pain.

She labored for several minutes to bring it to complete hardness. She sensed that he was fighting her, doing his best to keep it from reaching that state, and by the time she had managed to get it functionally rigid, her mouth and jaw ached with the effort, and her knees felt bruised.

And the fiery pain in her ass, though it had subsided a little as regards intensity, was a burning ache that seemed to have sunk through the plump flesh pillows to the bone.

"Okay," he said grudgingly. "Now, we're going try Johnny's favorite stunt of you sitting on my lap."

He threw himself back into the chair and put his legs together, his cock jutting up weapon-like, menacing. It was not as big as Willy's, by any means, but it seemed somehow to partake of its owner's malice towards her.

"Now you come here," he ordered.

She went to him, trembling.

"Turn around," he said, "let's see how your butt's doing."

She turned, and flinched as he ran his hand over the four flaming welts.

"Not bad," he said. "Think you could use a couple more?"

"Oh, no!" she cried. "Please... no!"

"Then come here... now, kneel across me... one knee each side of me... put your hands on the chair arms... that's it. Hold it that way."

She crouched, suspended, her face only a few inches from his, her eyes meeting his ice gray stare and not daring to look away, even when she felt 

his hand groping between her legs and feeling the lips of her vulva.

"Its pretty dry," he said with a savage grin.

He took his stool-hard cock in his hand and she felt the head brushing against the tender inner lips of her cunt. He worked it against the entrance until the tip was lodged firmly within the tight little nether mouth.

"Okay," he said. "It's all aimed for you. You feel it there, waiting?"

"Y-yes."

"Then all you got to do is sit down on it... good and fast, okay?"

She gulped.

"Go on. Do it."

She gritted her teeth and started to sink down... but she had to stop, for she felt as though she were being torn open.

"Go on!"

She tried again, and the broad cock-head slipped past her lips and lodged immovable, a bolt of white-hot agony.

"Go on!"

"I... can't."

"Go on or I'll take all the skin off of your fat ass!" She squeezed her eyes shut, clenched her teeth until they hurt, sucked in a deep breath-

And she couldn't do it.

Tom said: "Take your hands off of the chair arms."

She did, and was left supported only by her cramped kneeling position and by the rigid cock lodged in the entryway of her pussy. If he would just give her a moment to get used to it, she thought, perhaps she could-

He grabbed her around the waist and rammed her downward, and she screamed in agony as the rigid pole of flesh sliced through her hymen and slammed through her virginal tissues, and came to a crashing halt against her cervix.

"Okay, schoolteacher," he said, "now you can climb off of it and get back down there and finish sucking me off."

"To Be Continued..."



Shameless Ch. 07



-one-



"How're you doing, baby?" Doris asked. 

Linda shook her head, dazedly.

"Okay, I guess," she said weakly.

Her memory of the previous evening was somewhat hazy. She dimly remembered Doris threatening to dismember anyone who tried to lay a hand on Linda after she had struggled, aching and bleeding, from her impalement on Tom's cock. And she recalled Doris putting her into a tub of hot water, where she had laid until the raw ache had subsided somewhat, and then Doris had gently anointed her battered puss and welted ass with some herb-smelling salve she claimed never to be without, and had tucked her into bed.

And, Linda thought, had stayed on guard the rest of the night.

Doris pulled the covers off her gently.

"Let me take a look," she said.

Linda parted her legs and Doris peered clinically at the area revealed.

"Looks fine," she said cheerfully. "Comfrey and a few other secret ingredients--fix anything short of a bullet in the brain! Now tell me if this hurts."

She moistened a finger at her lips, and ran it gently over the lips of Linda's vulva.

"Okay?"

Linda nodded.

"Okay--let's see what it's like inside."

Linda tensed slightly as the slim finger way through the tight lips--then relaxed.

"It's okay," she said gratefully.

"Well," Doris said, "the chopper is going to be here today--listen, dear: they aren't going to force anything on you now. Even Tom isn't crazy enough to kill you just for the sake of it; and I showed them enough of my karate to convince them they'd better not try any more rape."

"You really did?"

"Uh-huh." Doris grinned reminiscently. "I should have called their bluff before--only I didn't know if I could. Oh, that's another reason Tom isn't going to try anything--he's suffering from a slight case of broken arm and badly kicked balls ... it made quite an impression on those other two jerk-off's. I hope there's a competent doctor where they're going--Tom's going to need it!"

"Doris--"

"A pleasure, I assure you. Only there's this: I may be wrong, but I think what you should do now is have sex."

"Have--"

"Like horse-riding. You get right back on after a bad experience." She grimaced. "Well, I never managed it myself, but then I don't turn on to men anyway. But I think you ought to--well, jump right back on--and enjoy it. That Johnny seems to know what he's doing, wouldn't you say?"

Linda thought--and recalled her unexpected eagerness for the experience of being fucked before Tom's viciousness had ended all enjoyment-

She recalled the curious pleasantness of being stuffed full when they had used her rear canal-

And somewhere in the back of her mind was a tiny spark of a recollection of a fleeting kind of pleasure somewhere deep under the pain as she had levered herself up off Tom's cock--as it had slid out of her, there had been something that had not been entirely agonizing....

"Yes," she said. "I--guess maybe I should ... before I start thinking I can't... if they won't hurt me..."

"Oh, they won't hurt you," Doris said grimly.

A few minutes later Johnny came into the room.

"Hi, teach," he said jauntily--but she had a definite impression that his arrogance had been shaken.

Doris followed him in.

"Now," she said brightly, like a teacher employing positive suggestions to get good results from a troublesome pupil, Linda thought, "Johnny's going to show us just how good he is at really making a woman enjoy being fucked--aren't you, Johnny."

He gave her a sidelong glance of respect.

"That what you want, teach?" he asked.

She smiled up at him sweetly. He really was very good-looking, she thought

"Yes, I'd like that, Johnny," she said. "Why don't you--take your clothes off and come into bed with me?"

Doris smiled.

"Call if you need anything,' she said, and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

Johnny stood looking down at Linda.

He said: "Look-I-I'm sorry--about--you really want to make it now, huh? I--I can do it pretty good--if you really want to--"

"Yes, I do," she assured him again.

He undid his shirt, and suddenly he relaxed, and grinned down at her, no longer playing the role of hunter toying with helpless prey.

"I always wanted you," he said, "but I knew it wasn't no good asking--that's why I said they should take you when they wanted somebody to be a hostage--I figured I could make it with you that way...

He stripped off his pants and stood at the bedside, a tan-skinned, muscular stud whose cock was pulsing into hardness at the sight of her.

And he was right, of course. It wouldn't have done him any good to ask.

She held out a hand to him.

"Make love to me," she said.

He lowered himself to the bed, and stretched out beside her.

He said: "It ain't so easy for a guy, wants a broad, knows she'll just turn him down flat, maybe make trouble for him--"

"I'm not turning you down now," she said, and ran her hand caressingly down his body.

He leaned over and buried his lips in the hollow of her throat, then nibbled at one of her earlobes. Pleasurable gooseflesh shuddered along her spine. He licked down the side of her neck to the throat hollow again, then with a series of tiny kisses he outlined the side of her jaw, traveling inward along her cheek-bone; then his lips lightly touched her eyes.

Then his lips descended onto hers, his tongue, a warm, wet probe, coaxed insistently until her lips parted, when it slid into her mouth, and her own went to meet it. The kiss was long and languid, as with unhurried eagerness they explored each other, tasted each other. With one hand he stroked her hair, with a tenderness she found strangely moving.

Her nipples had risen into engorged little towers, and when his hand eventually left her hair and roamed on downward, the quietly rising and falling hillocks were alive and almost achingly ready for the touch of his fingers.

He lingered on the creamy mounds of her warm breasts for several minutes, cupping them, gently squeezing them, tracing with the tips of his fingers the contours of her rubbery-textured nipples and the surrounding areolas. She began to feel a sweet warm softness inside her belly, as though something there were warmly melting.

At last his hand strayed away from her breasts and moved in a still leisurely trail over the very slight mound of her belly. His fingertips spanned her abdomen, and his thumb rested for a moment at the top of her pubic triangle, then stroked the bushy curls downward, brushing the outer lips of her pussy with a maddeningly light caress.

She gave a little moan of excitement as his delicate manipulations sent a pulsing throb of sexual heat radiating through her loins, and the slick honey of her juices began to flow, saturating the tight entrance of her cunt.

The tip of his index finger moved further down, parting the swollen outer lips and spreading the moisture from her inner channel lavishly over the slick membranes. Her body jerked uncontrollably as his fingers brushed the magical nubbin of her engorged and ready clitoris.

She reached for his cock, wrapping her fingers lovingly around the pulsating diameter of his hard, silken, hot-fleshed massiveness. The thin, slightly sticky pre-cortical fluid leaking from its inflamed tip trickled over her fingers, and she worked her grip up and down the shaft a little, spreading the lubrication lavishly as she did so.

With a moan of pleasure, he buried his face in the white valley between her breasts, nuzzling against the warm cushions of flesh, inhaling the scent of her skin. He licked his way up to one nipple peak, encircling the tiny cylinder with his avid tongue. He teased it to a point of aching desire, then cruelly abandoned it, the wet heat of his tongue following the trail his fingers had already blazed, licking a path of fire down her quivering belly. His tantalizing tongue-tip dipped for a moment into her navel, then brushed on down to the thick pubic nest, and homed in on the fiery ember of her aching clitoris.

Almost unconsciously reacting to the renewed jolt of pleasure, the embrace of her fingers around his prick tightened, and he whimpered his ecstasy against the moist flesh of her cunt, sending a vibration of intense delight resounding throughout her entire trembling body.

Then he was maneuvering his body into position atop hers, and she spread her thighs.

The tip of his huge, straining cock nuzzled at the dew-soaked entrance of her pussy, and for a moment she tensed.

Would it be all right?

Would that tearing agony rip through her again?

"Go on!" she gasped, and thrust her hips upwards slightly, and the rigid shaft slid inwards ...

"Ahh..." she moaned, and she knew that it was more than all right, and always would be!

She thrust her hips towards him again, engulfing the welcome invader, sucking him into the liquid-seeming depths of her passionate heat. Her velvety inner walls contracted to enfold him in their snug embrace, and he penetrated until every inch of his throbbing sex shaft lay nestled in the warm canal.

Her legs rose, and she clasped them firmly about his hips, and began a slow gyrating, circling motion with her pelvis to complement the slow, steady, in-and-out thrust of his potent, rock-hard piston of flesh.

"Oooohhhh," she panted in pleasure, and the sound of her enjoyment spurred him on. The friction of their ardent fucking was generating waves of electrical excitement, and sparks of pleasure seemed to crackle them. The rapidly accelerating movements of his slippery, sliding cock inside her was rapidly carrying her to the heights of ecstasy.

Faster and faster he pumped, and tighter and tighter her arms and legs embraced him as her first orgasm from real fucking overwhelmed her, and the clutching contractions of her cunt seemed to be trying to drag the sperm by force from his congested balls. He hung on almost desperately, his fingers clenching on the sheet, and when the first wave of her climax had passed over, he still remained hard like an indomitable breakwater inside her.

She lay gasping beneath him, and he ceased all movement, looking down at her fondly. He bent his head and kissed her on the mouth, affectionately.

Then, to her delight, his hips began their thrusting once again, and after a few moments she recommenced the circling pattern of her pelvis, sweating now, her cunt incredibly wet with the copious out-pouring of lubricating juices. But its embrace around his iron cock lost none of its snugness. Indeed, she now started to discover that she could contract inner muscles, as she had 

during the ass-fucking sessions, and the delicious pressure forced uncontrollable gasps and grunts from Johnny's lips.

Then the come was boiling up in his balls, and with a kind of desperate frenzy he speeded up the driving and pounding of his hips, determined not to climax until he had forced her to surrender to ecstasy once again.

Faster and faster his body flailed, slamming his phallic thickness deep into the molten core of her being. At last, just when she thought he would never make it for those last few vital seconds, the volcano inside her blew once again, and she convulsed with a helpless shriek, and he poured out his pent-up semen into the living furnace of her belly.

Panting with exhaustion, they lay in each other's arms, and she was glad that Doris had seen so clearly what she needed to wipe out the lingering trauma of the brutal manner of last night's defloration.

"Was that good?" he asked eventually, as though he genuinely wanted to know, and was not simply demanding reassurance for his machismo.

"It was wonderful," she answered sincerely.

"You--you don't feel like coming along with us, huh?" he asked hopefully.

She smiled, and shook her head.

"I don't think South America would suit me too well," she said. 



-two-



"You were quite right, Doris," Linda said gratefully.

"I'm glad," the other woman said sincerely. "I hated to think that son-of-a-bitch had messed up your whole sex life just to gratify his sadism!"

"What's happening now?" Linda asked.

"Well, they're waiting for the helicopter to show up. That takes them to a private airport somewhere--I, don't know where--and there they get a chartered private plane that smuggles them out to South America."

"Do they know you're not going along?"

"Yes. They don't care--the price of the stamp's and stuff is more, split just among the three of them." She gave Linda her cheerful smile. "What they don't know is that I did a little larceny on my own account while they were busy consoling Tom for his broken arm and mashed-up balls--and they don't have quite what they think is in that suitcase. I know which the really valuable ones are, and what was just trimming--and I've got the good stuff stashed where they won't find it."

"But suppose they look before they take off"'

"Well, if they do, they do--but in that case I tell them that Ed must have gone off with it--and they aren't going to waste time trying to hunt him down, the way the cops are going to be on the lookout for them! I think it's just going to be a nice little surprise for them and Mr. Miles when they get to Argentina or wherever it is they're headed!"

"And do you think Ed went to the police?"

"Sure he did! I went down to the highway and called them--they've got a, hotline on the case, you know: they announced it on the radio. I told them to keep away for at least an hour after the chopper takes off, because they'd kill you if they thought they were in any danger--and me, too," she added as an afterthought. "I did a nice hysterical female number for them, and I think I pulled it off."

"Do you think they'll try to follow the helicopter?" Sally asked curiously.

Doris shrugged.

"If they do, I guess there's not much to stop them," she said. "In which case we'll just have to hope the cops will be convinced that Ed and I really weren't involved, since we've been so cooperative at this stage of the game."

"I guess you getting back the valuable part of the collection will help," Linda suggested.

"It wasn't exactly pure altruism, I have to confess," Doris admitted with a roguish smile.

Linda stretched.

"You know," she said, "I think I'm getting horny again, if you can believe that!"

"Insatiable little thing, aren't you!" Doris teased her with an affectionate kiss.

"Do you think I should make it with Larry, too?"

"Well," said Doris thoughtfully, "I personally can't stand him--but if you feel you ought to, I'd be the last one to stand in your way! Shall I send him up?"

"Why don't you?"

Linda, left alone, went into the bathroom and found the bottle of baby oil that they had used when Ed had fucked her in the ass for the first time. When Larry arrived, panting and eager, she held it up.

"Could you fancy a little trip up the shit-chute?" she asked him sweetly.

"Oh, baby, could I ever!" he responded avidly, eyes gleaming in anticipation.

She reached for the pillows and heaped them on the bed, and sprawled herself over them, face-down.

"Come on in, then," she said lewdly.

She heard him uncap the bottle and smear the oil on his cock, and then his fingers worked more of the oil into her tight rectal opening. She sighed and writhed slightly in the sweet anticipation. Then a thought occurred to her.

"Do you think Johnny could get it up once more?" she asked.

"Huh?" he responded, disappointed. "Jeeze, I--"

"No, I still want you," she assured him. "But I was just wondering--how would it feel to have both of you at once? You remember what Johnny was telling us about the woman on the bus, who made him put his fingers in her when he had his cock in her asshole? Well, if she liked to have both places full at once- -maybe I would too."

"Hey--" he breathed. "Hey, wait right here, doll! I'll go see if he--hell, he's horny all time! He'll do it!"

And a few minutes later Linda was stretching out on the bed, lying on her side, while Johnny slid his once-again hard and eager cock into her newly opened pussy, and Larry dug his way into her oil-slick asshole.

It was an incredible sensation--full to the point of somehow choking her, even though her lungs were far from the scene of the action. Yet it was intensely satisfying--she felt ready to climax just from the double penetration alone, which seemed to he filling her sexual nerves with violent heat that permeated the whole of her lower body. The slightest movement either of them made was enough to send violent shudders of near-orgasmic earthquake crashing through her belly.

And then they started to move, in a kind of see-sawing rhythm: as Johnny's cock drew outward from her cunt, Larry's would plunge to its fullest length into her ass; and when Larry stared his withdrawing stroke, Johnny's prick would come plunging back into her depths.

She was doubly impaled, doubly filled, doubly driven towards the highest peaks of ecstasy. Thought was crushed out of her brain; she could not move independently; her whole being seemed to be reduced to a mass of blazing sensation that flowed over her being and washed away every last remaining fragment of inhibition that could possibly be lingering in her nature.

Opened, opened forever, was the only idea that could find any expression in her mind now, and with the concept the climax started to break--wave after wave, like the crashing surf of an incoming tide, tossing her back and forth, like a helpless piece of driftwood, battering her between two relentless rocks, hurling her from one orgasm to another until it was all consumed in a fiery red mist that danced before her eyes and engulfed every last remnant of her consciousness, dropping her at last into a welcoming blackness of utter and complete satiety.

For that moment!

"Wake up, baby--the chopper's just coming in,"' Doris said. "Do you want to see them off?"

"Oh-yes, I guess so," Linda yawned, and slid off the bed, reaching for the clothes that Doris put within her reach. She pulled on the clean panties and the same sweater and skirt--she had not been able to find anything that fitted her comfortably in Doris' wardrobe--and the two women went down to the front of the house where the helicopter was settling down onto the wide 

driveway.

Johnny came hurrying past them with a suitcase, which he passed up into the cockpit, where he had an urgent conversation with the pilot, who came clambering out after him, and followed him into the house.

"I guess they'll have to carry Tom out," Doris commented calmly. "That kick in the balls really doubled him up."

"Oh, gee," said Tom, "you really did hurt him, huh?"

"He asked for it!" Doris said curtly.

A minute later the pilot and Larry and Johnny came out again, Tom carried among them. He glared venomously at the two women watching, and Linda was glad that he was, indeed, disabled.

The dogs were called, and went bounding into the helicopter when Tom had been settled. Then the others climbed in and the door was slammed. Doris and Linda backed into the shelter of the doorway as the great vanes started to turn again, sending a blast of air towards them, and then lifted the ungainly fuselage into the air.

"Oh," said Linda weakly.

"Yup," Doris said. "There they go!"

"I--oh, thank goodness!" Linda exclaimed. "I--I was so afraid that something was going to go wrong--I was so afraid that they'd make us go with them or-- or something!"

She gave a deep, thankful sigh.

"Well," said Doris, watching the last glimpse of the helicopter vanishing into the sky, "I guess that's the last we'll see of them in a while. Forever, I hope!"

She turned to Linda and grimaced.

"I sure hope you can convince the fuzz that I was just an innocent bystander," she added grimly.

"You know I'll do my very best, Doris," Sally assured her earnestly, "and I know William will do all he can."




Shameless Ch. 07



"Ah well," Doris said philosophically, "they say plea-bargaining is alive and well in New York--and I never did plan to run for public office, even if my record stayed spotless!"

"How long do you think it'll be before the police come?" Linda asked.

"If they keep the deadline, it should be an hour at the earliest," Doris estimated.

Linda said softly: "You know, I never did get to thank you properly for--for what you did for me that first morning--"

Doris looked at her, and grinned.

"You want to try a little pussy-eating on your own account, huh, baby?"

"I like you very much, Doris, you know that--and I guess it's about all I need now to round out what you might call a very educational experience," Linda replied demurely.

Doris reached for her hand.

"Let's go in the house, then, just in case anyone shows up unexpectedly. I was never that keen on sex in the great outdoors, at the best of times!"

They went into the house, hand-in-hand, and up into the bedroom where Sally and Doris had spent the first night together.

Hands still joined, they turned to face each other--then Doris drew Sally into her arms and kissed her, pressing her lips hard upon the other woman's mouth. Their tongues flickered out, met, battled briefly, then they drew apart slightly.

Linda reached for the front of Doris' shirt and began to undo the buttons slowly, releasing the firm, high-standing breasts. She bent her head and kissed each one on the nipple, then drew the shirt, off Doris' shoulders and down over her arms, tossing it onto a chair.

"Take your sweater off," Doris said huskily, her nipples crinkling into hardness.

Compliantly, Linda peeled the garment off over her head, her own nipples rising even as she did so, not needing any other stimulus.

"Beautiful," Doris whispered. "You have the most beautiful breasts I ever saw."

Her fingers went to the waist of her jeans and she skinned them down, stepped out of them, and stood clad only in her blue cotton panties.

"You want to take these off?" she asked huskily.

Linda nodded, and stepped forward again to hook her fingers into the elastic band around Doris' slim waist and tug gently downward so that the flimsy underwear slid to the floor, revealing the lush dark triangle of pubic hair.

Linda dropped to her knees, and pressed her lips against the brunette's thicket.

The fresh, faintly musky smell drifted into her nostrils, and she sat back on her heels, fumbling with the waistband of her skirt, pulling it off along with her own panties as she stood up again, smiling into Doris' eyes.

"Let's' go to bed," she proposed.

They lay down and enfolded each other with their arms. Their breasts mashed together, and their thighs pressed close, the way they had that first time. Their lips met once again, and Doris let Linda's tongue invade her mouth while she stroked the nape of Linda's neck, expertly seeking out the places that would seed chills of response through the other woman's flesh.

They lay there for long minutes, sharing a kiss that grew gradually more and more impassioned. The heat of each other's body seemed to become burning in intensity, until at last Doris pulled away for breath.

"Linda, oh, Linda, I'm so hot for you," she whispered, trailing her fingers tantalizingly down the length of her spine and stroking the warm spheres of her buttocks, arousing in Sally the wild need for more intimate contact "Do you want me too, Linda? Do you? Do you want to make love with me?"

"You know I do..."

Doris' fingertips moved across Linda's hip and round to the front of her body. They worked their way between Linda's legs, into the warm, hairy moistness of her cunt. The tip of one finger grazed Sally's clitoris, and the girl shuddered with pleasure at the sensation.

Doris worked a finger into the honey-dripping channel of Linda's body, then another, working the two fingers gently back and forth, covering them with the abundant juices while Linda moaned softly in ecstasy.

Pulling out her fingers, slippery and gleaming, Doris reached around to Linda's ass-crack and ran her fingertips down it. She found the tight little hole and gently but firmly pushed with the middle finger until it slipped inside.

Linda groaned at the slight pain, and even more at the fiery pleasure of the penetration.

Doris clamped her lips over Linda's once again, and this time it was her tongue that aggressively ravished Sally's mouth, while her finger squirmed wonderfully in Linda's asshole, filling her with quivers of excitement.

When they parted for breath again, Linda bent her head and fastened her lips around one of Doris' breasts, teasing the dark nipple to its utmost capacity of hardness.

"Ahh, Linda, Linda, you do that so well..."

Linda took the other one, and Doris writhed in pleasure as she worked.

Then she raised her head and panted: "I want to eat you, Linda!"

Her hands pushed at Linda urgently, rolling her aver onto her back, then Doris shifted herself downward on the bed, and Linda felt the warmth of her breath stirring her rich mass of golden pubic hair, and light touch of her lips grazing over the plump Venus mound. And--

"Let me do it to you, too," Linda gasped. "I said I--I want to do it--"

Doris raised her head, looking at Linda with mingled lust and tenderness shining from her dark eyes.

"Are' you sure you want to?"

"Yes," Linda panted. "Oh yes--only-will you show me--teach me what to do?"

Doris moved again on the bed, reversing her position so that her dark-haired pussy lay only a few inches away from Linda's face. She caressed Linda's hip lightly, then worked one arm beneath the other woman indicating for her to turn onto her side, then with her hand tugging at Linda's uppermost leg so that she bent it at the knee, upward and out.

Doris took the same position, which widely separated the brown-haired lips of her moistened cunt, revealing to Linda's eager eyes the scarlet lining of the sensitive labia.

Linda moved her face closer to that offered pussy, recalling how she had done this the first time, when Doris had decided she couldn't go through with it. She studied with, eager attention the folds of tissue, the oozing droplets of honey, the, excited little flushed pearl of the clitoris.

And she knew that Doris was seeing the same thing between her opened legs.

Again the scent of Doris' cunt filled her nostrils, that warm, musky, slightly fresh-fishy odor.

As she stared in fascination at the delicate structure before her eyes, she felt a breath of warm air against her own pussy from Doris' mouth. Following that lead, she blew into the other woman's spread valley, aiming the tiny air stream at the engorged little mound of her clitoris.

A moment later she felt the soft shock of Doris' tongue-tip stabbing the entrance of her inner channel, and with a sense of taking an enormous step into an alien country, Linda shot out her own tongue to make that hot, wet contact.

Doris' deep moan of pleasure encouraged her, and Linda felt a deep shudder of joy as Doris began to work her tongue around the feverish area of her clitoris. Quickly she followed her example, relishing the odd, slightly metallic flavor of Doris' pussy juice as it began to seep against her tongue with renewed excitement.

"Oh yes, oh yes," Doris gasped, pausing in her efforts for a moment to encourage her partner. "That's just perfect, baby-- that's--that feels so- ooohhh!"

She buried her face between Linda's thighs again.

Enchanted to find she was giving Doris so much pleasure, Linda renewed her endeavors, and her hands began to rove over the soft, satiny skin of Doris' ass and thighs and belly. Her breasts were pressed firmly against the other woman's trembling body.

And then Doris pulled Linda's legs even wider apart, pushing her face so closely against Linda's pussy that it was a miracle she could breathe. The hot, wet dagger of her tongue started to probe and flicker deeply into the inner channel, pushing past the outer lips into the velvety depths like a tiny, versatile cock, racking Linda with helpless shudders of ecstasy.

And then Doris pulled her head away--and the next moment was back again, only this time that maddening tongue-tip was digging its way into the tight ring of Linda's asshole!

Linda's lubricating juice was almost a flood row, welling out of her cunt and trickling wetly down her thigh; she found that Doris' pussy was similarly oozing, and she lapped up the moisture with lascivious satisfaction. She strained her head forward, but before her tongue could make contact with Doris' asshole, a sudden spasm of incipient orgasm tore through her, and for a moment she forgot what she was doing. It was like trying to concentrate with an earthquake going on beneath her!

Doris' hands clasped the ripe mounds of her buttocks and pulled Linda even closer. Her tongue abandoned the tight back hole to concentrate on sending more and more sparks of orgasmic electricity through Linda's pulsating cunt. But she worked a finger into Linda's asshole as she had done before, and again there was a moment's pain, and again discomfort was rapidly absorbed into the great mass of sensation that Sally's nerves had become.

Then Doris stopped licking and tongue-stabbing Linda's cunt for a minute, and instead she concentrated on very gently chewing and nibbling along the sensitive edges of her outer pussy lips, sucking the flesh up into her mouth and letting go, sucking it up and letting go, until Linda's nerve endings were filled with impulses that began as pain and ended as renewed and almost intolerable pleasure.

Now she brought her attention back to Doris, trying to give the other woman the same delight she was feeling. She did not feel sure enough of her skill to try this subtle use of her teeth, so instead she concentrated again on licking Doris' pussy, drinking down her overflowing liquor. She was delighted to feel Doris trembling in response, and then Doris was working on her again with that marvelously knowing tongue, caressing the inner lips with long, flat, broad, wet sweeps, then homing in on the quivering morsel of Linda's engorged clitoris to stab and nudge and titillate the tiny, potent nubbin to the edge of madness.

Linda started to writhe and convulse as the currents of hot ecstasy and release shivered and pulsed in her belly and cunt and finger-impaled asshole, centering in her throbbing clitoris and radiating back to her womb, her breasts, her whole shuddering, convulsing body...

In triumph, she sensed a similar spasm seizing Doris' body, and heard her frantic moaning as the climax over came her, and for long moments the two women were spinning helplessly in a vortex of feminine passion, their thighs clenching about each other's mouth so that neither could breathe or even wanted to breathe as they clutched and quivered and mouthed each other through the wild delight of their simultaneous orgasmic ecstasy.

Then, exhausted, they rolled away from each other and lay gasping and panting, recovering their equilibrium, relishing the fading tremors of bliss that sighed along their nerves, fading at last into a deep, quiet contentment.

"Oh, wow," Doris murmured eventually. "That was really something, baby."

"I'd never have believed it could be so good," Linda whispered with tender sincerity.

"Mmm." Doris leaned over and kissed her cheek lightly. "But now I guess we'd better get cleaned up--any moment now those cops are going to show up to rescue you."

"I guess so."

Linda stretched and yawned, then, a little dazed, sat up and ran her fingers through her tousled hair.

"I guess I'll take a quick shower," she said.

Doris smiled up at her.

"I'll come and scrub your back," she offered.



-three-



"Oh, Linda, baby, it's go good to have you alone at last," William exclaimed as the door closed behind the last of the troop of police and FBI men who had been questioning her almost nonstop for hours.

She smiled at him, exhausted.

"I've been so worried about you," he went on tenderly, sitting down on the couch beside her and taking her hand. "I was so afraid that they'd hurt you."

Her smile faded.

"William," she began hesitantly.

"Mm?"

He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingertips, then turned her hand and pressed his lips against the tiny pulse of her wrist.

"Oh, William-please--I have to--talk to you."

"I'm listening, my precious." 

"They--oh, darling... I'm afraid you--"

"Afraid what?" He squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"You-I--"

"Hmm?"

"I'm not a--a--"

He let go of her hand and cupped her chin in one hand, turning her face up to him. He kissed her quickly on the lips.

"Are you trying to say, my little wife-to-be, that you happen not to not have your virginity still intact?"

She lowered her eyes. 

"Yes," she whispered. 

He hugged her close.

"Frankly, my dear," he said, "I don't give a damn!"

"Oh, William!" A great tide of incredulous relief swept through her. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do!"

"But you said--you said you wanted to marry a virgin! You said you--"

"Correction, my precious: I may have said I was happy you were--but the cherry is only an extra on top of the cake, you know. It's nice to have, but it doesn't really mean that much. It's how we both feel about each other that's the important thing--and I do love you, my little Linda!"

"Oh, William--and I love you, too!"

"Did they--hurt you, Linda?" he asked anxiously. 

She thought about it.

"I guess--I guess not too much."

"Did you--enjoy it?"

She looked into his eyes, and replied honestly: "Some of it. A lot."

"I'm glad."

"You are?"

"Of course!"

"I--seem to he more highly sexed than I ever thought I could he, William," she confessed.

"Oh' I knew you would be, once you let yourself go," he told her confidently. "You weren't aware of it, I know--but I'm something of an expert in these matters."

She looked up at him again.

"Are you going to be faithful to me!" she asked bluntly.

"Well." He released her chin and took her hand again, "That's really a matter of definition."

"It is?"

"You see," he said slowly, "in marrying you, I make a special commitment to you. The way I've lived my life before is no longer valid as a guide to the future: we have to work out between ourselves just how our relationship functions."

"I don't think I--understand what you're saying."

"Well, let me put it this way: I've been a swinger for most of my sexually active lifetime. I like variety; I like to make it with different women. But that doesn't mean that I've become emotionally involved with them. Friends with many, yes. Some tenderness, affection--but that's not the same as my involvement with you. From now on, you have the first claim on me. And I on you."

"Claim..."

"Maybe we'll decide on a strictly monogamous lifestyle. But if we agree to swing, then each of us is still the most important to the other. Anything else is--just a nice experience on the side, like going out for a meal from time to time instead of eating regular home cooking."

"And if I--don't want to swing?"

"Then we try monogamy." He grimaced slightly. "I don't know how much of a success I'd be at it, but if it'll make you happy, I'll do my damnedest, Linda."

"May I--think about it?" 

"Of course," he laughed. She took a deep breath.

"Peter," she said, "I want to--make love with you." 

His grip on her hand tightened.

"Now?" he asked softly.

"Now," she responded definitely.

"Oh, Linda!"

Their lips met in a long, deep, burning kiss that set a fire blazing in her mouth and seemed to shower sparks down into the very depths of her body. Her arms clasped around his neck, almost desperately, as though she could never bear to let him go, even for a moment.

"Oh, my darling," he said, pulling away a little and sucking in a deep breath.

"I--oh, I love you," she murmured.

He pulled her to her feet, then swept her up into his arms and carried her through the apartment into the bedroom. He set her down on the bed and went back to close the door. Not really necessary, since they were alone in the apartment, but a symbol of the intimacy they were about to explore.

She watched him with hungry eyes, appraising his lithe, well-made body. He smiled lovingly in response as he came hack to the had and sat down on the edge.

"We'll he married very soon, now," he said.

"It doesn't matter," she assured him, and his arms enfolded her in another deep, sweet, burning kiss.

He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his broad shoulders to reveal a deep, powerfully muscled chest that tapered to a slim waist. Without fuss, he unfastened his pants and stripped them off, turning a little away from her, then facing her in complete nakedness. Her eyes went to the hanging length between his thighs: it was not such a hefty monster as 

Willy's, but it, was certainly impressive. Her pussy gave a little clutch of response at the sight and began to ooze its sweet dew of preparation for the delights of which she was now sure.

She reached for the hem of her sweater and drew it off over her head, then reached behind her to unfasten her bra, which she had resumed when she had dressed after her wonderful session of lovemaking with Doris. She shrugged it off, and William drew a deep breath of appreciation as the generous, white- skinned mounds of her beautiful breasts swung free, rosy nipples already hard and taut with her excitement.

She wriggled out of her skirt and climbed off the bed, standing in front of him.

"Take my panties off, darling," she murmured provocatively, lowering her eyes as though in modesty.

As he hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged downwards, his cock, which had been gradually pulsing into fullness, surged to its complete hardness in a swift series of tiny jerks as the blood poured into its spongy tissues. By the time she was completely naked, it stood straight out from his body, aiming itself directly at her crotch.

She reached out a timid hand and delicately touched its velvet-skinned head. A silver string of pre-coital fluid fell away from the tiny pulsing slit and tangled itself in the masculine hairiness of his strong thigh.

"It's all for you," he said, and she encircled it in a firmer, surer grasp.

And without even thinking, she dropped down to her knees and embraced the hot, arrow-shaped head with her pink, moist lips, relishing the salty taste of his flesh. Her hands grasped his thighs for a moment, then ventured further to caress his small, tight, hair-spattered ass as the iron-hard shaft slowly made its way into the dark, hot cave of her mouth, and pressed deeply into the fiery darkness of her velvet-walled furnace of a lovingly welcoming throat.

She held him there for as long as she could, until she was forced to pull away to get her breath. She was reluctant to let him go, and she smiled up at him. They shared the knowledge that the union they craved was only weakly echoed by the contact of mouth and cock.

"Fuck me," she said softly. "Oh, William, please fuck me now. I can't wait any longer!"

He took her hands and drew her back up into his arms for another long kiss that set her senses flaming with renewed desire. His hard chest scraped its mass of hair across her throbbing nipples, crushing the yielding hillocks of her plentiful breasts against his hard, masculine torso.

The pulsating mass of his impatient cock thrust itself against her belly, and she reached a hand down between them and guided it between her legs to fit into the rapidly moistening groove of her outer pussy lips, and rub deliciously against the inflamed knob of her sensitized clitoris.

His hands gathered up the bouncy flesh of her beautiful ass and squeezed, then he pulled her hips even closer to his own, so that the pubic hair ground against hers, and their thighs seemed almost to be welded to each other.




Shameless Ch. 07



They clung together in that long, deep, wet kiss, their bodies brimming with the white-hot fluids of lust, until Sally began to feel lightheaded and had to pull away a little to get her breath.

William laughed softly, caught her up in his arms, and tossed her effortlessly onto the bed.

She lay sprawled as she had fallen, gazing at him with blue eyes full of eager adoration, eyes flicking from his handsome face to the broad swell of his arm and shoulder muscles; his powerful chest with its swirls of dark hair studded by the two tiny nipples; his trim waist and flat belly and deep navel; his narrow hips and sturdy thighs and muscular calves and well-shaped feet and ankles--and the focal point of it all, as far as her immediate desire was concerned: the meaty, throbbing lance of flushed and pulsing flesh that jutted out like an iron spear from the tangle of dark pubic hair that decorated his loins.

But it was his cock she wanted. If it had belonged to any other man, perhaps she would still have wanted it--but not with quite the same special hunger that possessed her now.

He strode swiftly to the had and knelt on the edge. With one hand he lightly stroked down the length of her silk-skinned body, trailing little flames of need along her flesh so that she quivered and moaned helplessly. His fingertips gently massaged one of her hard nipples, bringing it to almost aching tightness.

Her pussy was damp and itching; again she longed for fulfillment, but she would let him set the pace. Let him do whatever he liked best--this time!

"You are so beautiful, Sally," he whispered, stretching himself out next to her, leaning on his side on one elbow. His fingertips continued their feather-light caresses, but she could almost feel the heat from his avid eyes.

Rather timidly, she reached out her own fingers and stroked his chest, astonished and delighted when his nipples hardened beneath her touch. She played with them for a moment, and ruffled the hair on his chest.

He stroked the hair tenderly back from her face and kissed her again. As their tongues explored and struggled together, he rolled over onto her, letting most of his weight rest on her body. Automatically she spread her thighs wide apart, delighting in the feeling of the rigid length of his hot, steel-like cock pulsating between their bellies. She curled her legs up around his hips to pull him even closer, and felt the touch of his balls brushing against her ass cheeks.

Again he pulled free of her embrace and crawled away backwards. She was puzzled for a moment, then moaned softly with delicious anticipation when he crouched between her thighs, taking her knees in his hands and setting her legs up over his shoulders.

Then his tongue was flickering into the nectar chamber of her trickling pussy, sipping at the sexual honeydew that welled out like a tiny spring.

After a few moments he made a tiny excursion along the central ridge of the inner lips, along one side of the groove, darted his tongue briefly against her pounding clitoris, and was away down the other groove and back to her quivering vulva before she knew what was happening. Then it was a sort of delayed reaction, sending a slow shockwave of almost orgasmic response shuddering through her super-excited body.

Languidly she gazed down at the brown-haired head working between her thighs, and reached down to stroke his hair lovingly with one hand, sensuously caressing the nape of his neck and his wide shoulders.

"Let me suck you too," she suggested, but he went on with his marvelous tongue-stabbing work as though he hadn't even heard what she proposed.

She recalled her determination to let him do it his way, and relaxed, lying back and giving herself up in complete abandonment to the delicious, almost over-powering enjoyment of the arrows of sexual sensation that his probing, flicking tongue was aiming at her vulnerable nerve endings.

Her nipples now stood as hard as tiny cocks, she saw, and her clitoris felt as though it might explode at any moment. Deep within her belly she could feel her womb coming alive with the dark, secret sensations of joyous response that she knew was the very center of her complete femininity.

She brought her own hands up to her breasts to give some tactile comfort to her throbbing nipples, fingering them, flicking them back and forth. She could not make them any harder than they already were: they seemed to be gorged to the very utmost of their blood-holding capacity.

Quivers of excitement rippled through her belly. She could not tell whether they were visible to him but to her they felt like a veritable earthquake. She was going to come; any moment now she was going to come and come and come and--

Then he sat up, leaving her hovering on the very brink of the precipice of orgasm, her cunt seething like a volcano just ready to blow.

He was moving up the had, straddling her chest; his thrusting, red-flushed cock was only a fraction of an inch from her welcoming, passion-wet lips.

"Suck me," he said; the words were a command, almost arrogant, but their message was softened and subdued by the tenderness that glowed in his eyes.

His trim buttocks were cushioned against the pillows of her white breasts, and she could feel the soft-haired weight of his dangling balls resting in the valley between them. The musky male perfume she was beginning to know and adore drifted to her nostrils: the incredibly arousing smell of man, of sexual man--of her man, her lover-

Her husband!

She encircled his hips with her arms, her hands on her buttocks, and urged him forward just a fraction to bring the silken-textured head of his rock- hard cock into the willing harbor of her rosy lips. At once her tongue sought out the tiny hole at the tip where the preparatory fluid welled out, so much like the little spring that flowed from the depths of her own sex, making ready the way and covering all the slick surfaces and sensitive mucous membranes with sweet slippery balm.

Her mouth filled with warm saliva, and she closed her eyes and started to suck as well as she could--it was more a pressing of her tongue and the roof of her mouth around his invading shaft--and fraction by fraction, he pressed in deeper. She relaxed those strange muscles of her dark, velvety throat to accept him, and at last she felt the prickly brush of his pubic hair against her lips, and the soft slap of his balls as they swung to rest against her chin.

And then again he left her, drawing his cock out of her hot, wet oral embrace, and shifting on the had so that he was again kneeling beside her.

He pressed one hand between her thighs, covering the whole burning area of her outer cunt with that one warm, large hand. Involuntarily she thrust her pelvis up against the firm pressure of his palm, aching for renewed friction. He took his hand away, but a second later had slipped a finger deep into the fluid channel of her pussy; she found herself quaking, gasping and trembling with joy.

He worked the finger in and out a couple of times, then pulled it right out, but before she had a chance to feel in any way deprived he had pushed back in again, this time with two fingers side by side.

She couldn't understand why she hadn't already climaxed half a dozen times, just from the stimulation of what he had been doing to her, but she had not; perhaps her subconscious was holding her back, holding the forces of release in check just enough for the real moment...

He pulled out the fingers, and yet again she was left forlorn and empty.

She began to whimper: "Oh please, please darling! Fuck me! Fuck me now! I'm so hot I can't stand it--I want you so much--"

And at last he was ready.

He moved between her legs and urged her, with his hands, to cock her legs up, bending her knees and spreading them wide. He kissed her again, then positioned his cock-head carefully at the juicy mouth of her wet, heated, excitement-pulsating, cock-craving pussy.

He rocked forward, and she felt the rigidity pressing against her nether lips. It felt immense! She gasped and made a little thrust upwards with her hips; he pushed down, and then in one surge he was all the way inside her, and her cunt was filled to capacity with his hardness.

It took her breath away.

He looked down into her face, a concerned smile on his lips.

"Okay?" he asked.

She nodded.

"O-ooh-kay," she sighed blissfully.

He moved his hips a little, so that his huge cock slid out of her an inch or so, and then back in. The walls of her inner cunt seemed to flutter and contract, clutching at the scarcely yielding bulk of the phallic invader in a velvety, yearning, unstintingly welcoming embrace.

She could feel the end of his cock pressing against her cervix now. It was not a nerve-end sensation of tingling delight like her clitoris, but it gave her great pleasure. She discovered she possessed muscles she had scarcely known about, deep inside her, and she contracted them, squeezing his cock with a sort of milking movement that brought a grunt of pleased response.

Then he began to slide his cock in and out of her, just a little way at first, until she had started to pick up his rhythm with her own hips and pelvis. And the dizzying waves of pleasure began to consume her.

She could hear, excitingly, the liquid sloshing, slurping sounds as his rigid piston drove into her cunt, almost swampy now, so much lubricating honey had she poured forth. The whole lining of her cunt seemed to be on fire, and the stroking of his cock was simultaneously a soothing presence and the re-fueling of the consuming flames.

And now she found that the movement of his cock in and out exerted a kind of tugging pressure on the lips of her outer cunt, sending impulses on up to her clitoris, which joined in the fire. She could imagine it like a little glowing ember. But as he speeded up the pace she lost the sense of her clitoris, or any other individual spot. Every inch down there seemed to be consumed in that wonderful fire. She could not make out where the pleasure was centered, but all that mattered was that every thrust in and out fanned the flames yet higher. Her toes started to tingle, and her belly felt soft and open. She seemed to start floating, her head spinning as she clamped her legs desperately around his pumping hips and-

She could hear herself screaming, and felt her body go into wild, convulsing spasms, but all her being was concentrated in that furnace between her thighs, and in the great throbbing waves of incredible ecstasy that flowed and pulsed through her cunt, through her belly, through every inch of her thrashing, flailing body.

When at last it died, she lay supine in a glow of indescribably deep contentment.

"Okay!" he asked when she opened her eyes.

"Oh, yes," she breathed. "Very okay!"

He kissed her.

"You know," he said, "if you do decide on monogamy, I guess it won't be the worst fate a man could suffer."

She reached up to caress his hair gently.

"Not for me, either," she said, and stretched her arms out luxuriously. "How long will it take you to be ready to try fucking me in the ass!"

"Not long at all," he replied with a smile of confidence that he soon proved to be fully justified.



The End!