The Sixties witnessed a strange resurgence of interest both in the United States and Europe in the age-shrouded mysteries of the occult, and particularly, in the centuries-old practice of Satanism, or devil worship. The worship of Satan is a recurring practice showing its head at odd intervals throughout history in almost epidemic frequency. Pure Satanism, as such, is almost extinct, and stems from the ancient Persian Dual system, perhaps, when the opposing gods of Ormuzd and Ahriman symbolized the forces of good and evil respectively. More modern trends have closely followed the old Sabbatic orgies of witchcraft, in which participants sealed a pact with the Evil One, for the purpose of obtaining some desired action, or casting a 'spell' on one's enemy.
Modern Satanism has seen a revival in the United States, with certain leaders even organizing their own churches for the purpose of convening followers for the worship of the Devil.
This fictionalized work deals with one such off-shoot cult, and the frightening adventures of four of its members who, dissatisfied with the relatively mild ritualistic practices of their learned leader, strike out on their own in a method uniquely their own. Their blend of Satanism and drugs proves as frightening as any of the medieval practices attributed to Lucifer's disciples.
We feel this book can fulfill a real need, in taking the reader inside the forbidden rituals of the Black Mass, in taking the reader in as observer at an actual Satanic cult initiation ceremony high in the hills over San Francisco.
Much of what Levi Terrasa and his demon-worshipping friends become cannot be spelled out without harsh, un-pretty language; for their world is a very harsh, un-pretty place, and to take you there we must enter on their own terms.
-The Publishers
Chapter One
Ebram Sardinius held a rapidly-dying match to the last of the black candles; thirteen brightly flickering points of hot flame that cast thirteen pools of light in the darkened room. The room had once been a living room in Ebram's hilltop home, far back in the Berkeley hills, overlooking the sparkling bed of diamonds that was the Bay Area spread below. The heavy black drapes had been drawn, shutting out even the dim light of night that filtered through the thick glass. The original owners of the home, both show business people, would scarcely have recognized their living room now; at Ebram's specific instructions, the room had been stripped bare, only the walls, floor and ceilings remaining. Gallons of glossy black paint had turned it into a perpetually-dark mirrored retreat, securely locked to all but his closest circle of friends - those who met here weekly to take part in a service thought dead for centuries. But to Ebram Sardinius and his wife Reumah, the rites of witchcraft were very much alive; as much today as in medieval Europe in the Dark Ages, when enraged townspeople, led by Bishop Trudeau, drove Maria Sardinius from her humble cottage in the Bremen province of Germany and cast her before the inquisitor Romulus, where, after only eleven hours of the most abominable tortures ever devised by mankind, she confessed her guilt to the capital crime of witchcraft, more specifically demoniality, and was promptly burned at the stake, before the eyes of the townspeople, including her sons, Demian and Hans.
This relatively unimportant event in the centuries-long history of the dreaded Inquisition lay undetected for hundreds of years, until Ebram Saunders, studiously poring over yellowed texts in the back of a bookstore in Heidelberg, stumbled on the details accounts of Maria Sardinius's trial and execution. Having long before traced his genealogical heritage to this cultural heartland of medieval Europe, Ebram recognized the original family name, unchanged for centuries until Ebram's great-grandfather, Curtis, decided Saunders was more proper for his new life in America.
Ebram knew he had discovered a fact more significant than anything in his life; far more important than those eight long years in college and seminary, more important than those seven torturous months of soul-searching agony behind the pulpit of a coastal church in the tepid swamps of eastern Alabama. For at that precise moment in time, April 17th, 1964, at eleven-twenty-seven in the morning, Ebram Saunders became, once again, Ebram Sardinius, and the answer to the maddening riddle of his soul became clear.
Ebram Sardinius owed his conscience-ravaged soul, not to a God he could neither understand nor revere, but to Satan, shrouded coryphaeus of the powers of evil.
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The heat-withered match gasped its last flicker, and Ebram crumpled it into his pocket. Not even an ash could be out of place for tonight's ceremony. Two new members - coven novitiates - were to be inducted into the Sardinius coven, and all of the members were expected to be present. It was not the usual ceremony; and one that everyone felt compelled to participate in.
Sometimes Ebram hated those part-time members - those thrill-seekers that only showed up for the more erotically arousing services. But he knew their membership was essential - without their regular contributions, life as the coven chieftain would be impossible. As much as he despised it, money was a requisite that could not be taken lightly.
He surveyed the flickering candles once more, their hypnotic flashings strangely attuned to the same frequency, then quietly closed the door to the chambers, as he liked it to be called, behind him.
The rest of the house was dimly lit, with only the essential lights left burning, so as not to effect too much of a transition between the hectic, frantic world of San Francisco, and the quiet, sensual world that lay behind those heavy doors. Even a skilled eye could not have detected anything unusual about the other rooms in the nine-room ranch house. Nothing unusual, that is, for Berkeley. All the furniture was that strange amalgam of Scandinavian and American styles that never seems to capture the better qualities of either. But that never bothered Ebram; it was rented anyway, and besides, to him it was only a cover - a necessary facade to keep the neighbors from becoming too suspicious. Ebram never used the other eight rooms in the sprawling house; as far as he was concerned, the only real world existed in his perpetually sunless chambers. His only forays into the rest of the house were to fulfill his uniquely human obligations, those of filling and emptying his body.
For Ebram Sardinius considered himself, not a human, but one of far greater ethereal capacities momentarily imprisoned in his human shell. One whose spirit, whose whole existence, was dedicated to the fulfillment of the darkest erotic appetites his predecessors had taught were a part of each and every human being. And it was to this end that Ebram Sardinius had consecrated his every ability.
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A late-model green station wagon turned onto the curved asphalt driveway of Ebram's small estate and pulled to a stop in front of his garage. Four men and three women climbed from the vehicle and entered the house, using the side entrance as always. Nothing in their appearance evidenced their unique motives for gathering here; they were dressed as any others out for pleasure on this cool October night. One paused to remark on the view, and the unusually clear night. The others agreed and opened the door without knocking, closing it behind them when they were all inside. They went silently to their pre-arranged destination, the hallway that led to Ebram's chambers. As one, they paused by a tiny clothes closet a few feet from the closed doors to the meeting chamber. From the locked closet, they removed their personal robes -ceremonial garb reserved for special occasions like tonight, and draped them over their regular clothes. In the pocket of every black velvet robe, neatly, was another essential for this most ritualistic of all their services, the black hood. Then, the four men retired to an adjacent bedroom and the women to the guest powder room, to complete the necessary preparations for the ceremony. The induction of new members, novitiates, was a rare and special moment for the followers of their spiritual leader Sardinius, and one looked forward to with great anticipation, especially by the men, as both the initiates for tonight's coven gathering were young women, each in her early twenties. And for the followers of Satan, devoted to the fullest pleasures of the flesh, it would prove to be a memorable evening indeed.
* * *
At precisely nine o'clock, Ebram threw open the doors to the candle-lit chambers and entered, accompanied by his closest follower, Levi Terrasa, and the two prospective new members Holly Ashton and Lisa Daniels. Levi had picked the girls up from their homes and brought them to Ebram's mountain-side home for the culmination of their two weeks of preparations. Twice weekly, four meetings in all, Ebram and his wife Reumah had met privately with each of the girls, in detailed screening sessions designed to determine their suitability for the cult. It had been unanimously agreed by the members that these young attractive women were indeed sincere in their acceptance of the fleshly rites of Ebram's teachings.
Certainly the roots of his faith were deep in the ancient worship of Satan, and the accompanying cults of witchcraft developed by his earthly followers; but Ebram Sardinius had gone beyond those anachronistic teachings and evolved a form of Satanism uniquely his own, one in which the flesh offered the Prince of Darkness was the believer's own, but in a manner more attuned to twentieth-century life. One in which one's body and its lustful desires could be wholly offered to the service of Satan.
Ebram closed the doors behind him, the two young girls standing before him, facing the hooded and shrouded members standing in a circle around a waist-high platform completely covered in red velvet. The altar-like platform seemed to glow in the eerily flickering light of the candles, strategically placed to cast a trail of yellow light that ended at the scarlet shrine. Ebram turned a hidden switch on his left beside the doorway, and a faint whirring sound could be heard at the far end of the room, hidden somewhere in the darkness. He turned a rheostat dial and a light suddenly flared from its sunken niche in the ceiling, a tight beam of intense light that cut through the darkness to outline a gleaming figure of a woman.
Both girls winced at the unexpected sight.
"Don't be afraid," assured Ebram, his hands on their shoulders, "you will see a lot of new sights tonight . . . And experience feelings you never dreamed of. . . Relax . . . you are among friends now."
Neither girl could take her eyes away from the spotlighted woman perhaps thirty feet on their left. It was Reumah - Ebram's wife - standing on an invisible platform several feet from the floor, her arms outstretched on either side of her totally naked body, her feet tightly together. The effect was startling - she appeared to be suspended in space, levitated to her astonishing station by some supernatural force. Her incredibly beautiful body seemed to glow brightly in the pencil-beam of the light, the result of hours of soothing massage in an oil specially concocted by Ebram, one compounded carefully to render her smooth, naked flesh soft and delectable, with an amazingly musky scent that was unmistakably all-woman. She was remarkably high-breasted, as firm and youthful as any girl ten years her junior, and her breasts stood proudly, her dark, jutting nipples hard and throbbing before the admiring eyes of the eleven robed followers.
Ebram nodded to Levi, and he quietly turned to the softly glowing panel directly behind him, the dials and controls of Ebram's complex stereophonic system, one whose speakers were concealed throughout the thirty foot room.
The music came up quickly, the first lilting strains of a four-hour tape Ebram had compiled over years of studying the haunting melodies of central Europe, parts of symphonies, fugues and odd pieces skillfully blended into a stirring tribute to the forces of darkness. Music had replaced words, for the most part, in the unique ceremonies of Ebram Sardinius. He believed that modern people no longer were stirred so mystically by meaningless incantations delivered by a priest; that music, with its rousing sensuality, was the Black Mass of the twentieth century.
As the music began, the robed figures encircling the bright red altar seated themselves on the floor, still retaining the perfect circle - a human Magic Circle replacing the drawn circle of earlier witchcraft.
From the outside, Levi handed the members in the circle several ivory-and-brass pipes, intricately shaped, with tiny metal bowls. Each contained a brown square of imported hashish, smuggled through customs by a seaman friend of Ebram's on his annual trip to the Middle East. The bowls were quickly lighted and passed from hand to hand around the circle. Another was produced for Ebram and the two girls, still standing outside the closed circle.
Ebram inhaled deeply from the sweet-smelling ash, and passed it to Holly. The hot smoke choked her at first, but on the second deep, burning breath, she was able to hold it far down in her lungs.
The glowing hashish lighted each hooded face as it passed from hand to hand, casting an eerie pallor over the shrouded faces, reflecting in the hidden eyes visible through the slits in their black hoods.
"Sit here," Ebram instructed the girls, "I will call for you when I am ready."
Holly and Lisa settled to the floor, tucking their robes under them to protect their naked flesh from the chilly floor. They wore nothing under their thin robes, as Ebram had instructed them, and as they sat, their firm ripe breasts were deliciously outlined in the hot glow of the candles. Levi eyed them appreciatively, Ebram had outdone himself on these two. He wondered how they had come to be introduced to this highly secret cult, but he knew that was not for him to question; strict orders had been given about discussing the personal business of others, even in the sanctity of the chambers. Members could bring prospects freely to Ebram and Reumah; in fact, they were required to do so. But they were never discussed among the others; only their first names were used in conversation.
Ebram settled back in the darkness to let the tingling warmth of the hashish take command of his body, to let it ripple through his brain until his flesh quivered with the excitement of what was to come.
As the turbulent music reached its stormy crescendo, Ebram stood up abruptly, pulling his heavy robe from his shoulders and letting it fall at his feet. He stood before his followers completely nude, his well-proportioned body taut and firm in the warm glow of the flickering candles. Ebram always enjoyed the shock of this moment - when he could first stand naked before his new converts. No matter how well they had been prepared, there was always that unconcealable mask of surprise that he found so amusing.
Lisa and Holly gaped in awe at their demonical leader's super-human genitals; his incredibly long penis already fully erect as it made contact with the chill air, shooting out from his hairy loins like a rock-hard saber, swinging menacingly from side to side as he walked through the circle of still-seated followers.
Levi stood by quietly, waiting for his next instructions. He hated that smug self-satisfied look Ebram always got when he stripped away his ceremonial robe; the way he lorded over all the other men with that enormous prick of his. Ebram always like to brag about the way he could satisfy women - "fuck them in places other men never knew existed" he often said.
"Would the novitiates enter the circle now." That was Levi's clue to bring up the spotlight positioned to illuminate the scarlet altar, and he slowly turned the dial until a second beam of light pierced the hushed darkness. Ebram turned to his naked wife, still quietly positioned in her spotlighted shrine. She smiled knowingly and stepped down from her invisible pedestal. The atmosphere seemed to suddenly tighten as she slowly made her way toward the altar where Ebram and the two girls waited.
She was even more beautiful close up, and Lisa eyed her enviously as she stepped between two seated figures, an incredible vision of mature beauty, tall and full-breasted, without a trace of age to mar her loveliness. Her huge, firm breasts bounced as she moved, the twin mounds rubbing against each other as she joined them inside the circle. Her perfectly-formed figure betrayed her origins; she was a fully-blossomed flower of a woman, with large, shapely hips and long, voluptuous legs that joined her glistening body in twin, firm thighs. She was blessed with that full, womanly body native only to Europe; that special earthy sensualness so painfully lacking in many leaner, gauntly-formed American girls.
Hidden as they were, beneath the dark robes, Lisa and Holly drew in their breaths, tightening their bellies so their firm, young breasts swelled even higher, straining to match this supreme specimen unveiled before them.
"You are here now to learn what is expected of you," said Ebram solemnly, somehow retaining his aura of austerity even in his present state. "Watch carefully ... for the exotic pleasures of the flesh come most surely to those skilled in its art."
He took one last, mind-snapping drag from his hashish pipe and handed it to the nearest one behind him. For a long few seconds, he held the potent smoke far down in his lungs, then released it in a hazy cloud that hung motionless over the altar. His eyes glazed with a far-away empty stare; he seemed eons detached from his naked, earthly form, as if his mind whirled silently light-years distant in space.
Then, moving as if in a trance, Ebram settled himself upon the altar, stretching his lithe, naked body over the crimson platform. He lay on his back, his long, rigid penis sticking straight up like a spear imbedded in his pelvis. The spotlight seemed to catch the hardened shaft perfectly, and its white, blue-veined length contrasted sharply with the gleaming red glow of the plush velvet. The bulbous tip seemed balanced like a pink ball on the end of the long throbbing stalk, soaring toward the brightness of the spotlight.
Reumah moved onto the gleaming altar beside him, then eased one bare leg over his, positioning herself over his recumbent form.
From their positions on the floor, the hooded faithful gazed intently at their spiritual leaders, staring upward at the delicious pink ridges of Reumah's quivering slit, her naked, fleshy lips parted slightly revealing the moist, hair-lined softness nestled inside.
Taking his immense cock in her hand, she studied it admiringly, her fingers probing every ridge and crevice of its long, hard length.
She stroked it tenderly, gently running her long nails along the fleshy shaft. It swelled even larger at her soft touch, the tiny blue veins now visible like wires under the pink surface.
Reumah squeezed it tightly inside her clenched fish, watching eagerly as the bulbous head filled like a balloon, bright red as the hot blood from his loins pumped into the swollen tip.
She lowered her moist, hungry lips to the throbbing knob and slowly licked a wet circle around the tiny slit there, eagerly lapping away the minute jewel of semen oozing from the smooth, rubbery tip.
Excitement crackled like a million volts of super-charged lightning through the darkened room as the hooded spectators watched expectantly, eagerly anticipating her next move - her moist, warm lips poised just a bare inch from the blood-filled, palpitating head of his long, stiff prick.
Reumah relished the lustful wantonness of this moment, especially when new members were present. Her whole naked body tingled, her flesh quivering with salacious delight, as every eye gaped anxiously at her. Nothing thrilled her more than being the undisputed center of attention. This part of the ceremony was hers; no one could take it from her. And she tauntingly stretched the suspenseful agony to the breaking point - until her audience was wrapped securely around her finger.
She pulled her gaze away from the thick, heavy spear clutched in her grip, and studied carefully her aroused congregation. Perfect, she told herself, the mood couldn't be better. Something special is in order . . . something unexpected to shock these thrill-seeking voyeurs into action . . . something they'll never forget!
Reumah pushed her golden body up from her doubled knees, towering like a naked goddess over Ebram's hair-covered body stretched beneath her. She could hear a muffled gasp go up from the others as she parted her smooth, silky thighs, and positioned her pink, moist slit directly over his stiffly-rising manhood.
She reached between her thighs from behind, and slipped the enormous pink head between the fleshy lips of her hungry pussy. Like a starved animal, the warm, pink jaws enveloped the bulbous tip and drew it ravenously into the soft, moist tunnel between her legs.
She lowered the firm, round melons of her buttocks down onto his impaling shaft, skewering herself deliciously on the long stalk. With a wet slurping sound, the fleshy stem disappeared up between her widespread thighs; and a low soulful moan slipped softly from between her parted lips as she felt the long hard spire burrow exquisitely into the raging inferno of her belly. The lust-hardened staff was like gasoline on the flames of desire that burned insatiably inside her.
With a smacking thud, she smashed her damp cuntal crevice tight down against his bushy loins, ramming the full length of his huge prick to the hilt inside her. She could feel it far up in her belly, like a hot torch burning at her insides.
Her tousled hair swirled wildly around her head, eerily aglow in the beam of light, as she tossed her head from side to side, front to back, her eyes tightly closed. Lifting herself with the taut muscles of her legs, she slithered wetly up and down the long shaft, pushing her naked torso up until only the swollen pink knob lay ensheathed in her warm wet clutches; then, with a gasping cry of abandonment, she shoved her moist slit back down onto the skewering length of his long, thick cock, hungrily gulping up every inch of the hard spear, until it lay nestled in the tight warm confines of her constrictive passage, firmly gripped between the soft, pink walls of her wet pulsating pussy.
The young Lisa gaped incredulously at the lewd spectacle, witnessing every fantastic second of Reumah's performance, but unable to register fully what her eyes were recording on the blurred surfaces of her mind. The hashish was taking control, rippling out its own instructions through her body, numbly fogging the inhibitive programming of her stunned mind, freeing her body and spirit completely, until her tender young body was nothing more than a bundled maze of sensitive nerve endings, ready and willing to sense . . . and to touch . . . and to feel . . .
Reumah was suddenly bucking violently, pumping her hungry, clasping pussy up and down frantically on the high priest's upright penis. With every powerful, grinding snap of her buttocks, she sank completely to his sweat-soaked pelvis, shoving his lust-inflated cock far inside her raging belly. Her face contorted with delicious agony, every downward thrust seemed harder and faster than the one before. Rivulets of sweat poured from her face and shoulders and trickled in sparkling streams down the long, smooth expanse of her naked back. Her firm, proud tits bumped from side to side, swaying with her savage, frenzied rhythm.
Ebram gazed upward at her passion-twisted face, framed between her large, jutting breasts, and knew that the hoped-for moment was near - that in just seconds Reumah's anxiously-awaited orgasm would burst in a shower of colors across her drugged brain. He thrust his bare loins up to meet her eager, skewering movements, ramming the swollen knob of his cock even further up into her belly. A sharp cry of pain gasped from between her dry, ovaled lips; but that modest effort seemed to be the last, final boost that shoved her over into the swirling depths of pure, satisfying ecstasy.
Her head snapped back. "Yes . . . yes . . . Oh, yes! Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" Her burning loins ground tightly against his hairy pelvis, Reumah impaled herself one last time on his still-rigid pole, clasping it voraciously with a million fleshy fingers as her warm, oozing orgiastic juices trickled wetly down the length of his prick and streamed obscenely down his swollen balls, and down between his legs.
As she lifted herself weakly from his body, Lisa felt a shiver of excitement, mixed with dread, as Ebram's long cock slipped from its soft, fleshy sheath. It was still as hard as when he first stripped off his robes, drenched from base to tip with Reumah's flood of orgasmic juices. It made a loud sucking noise as the fleshy, warm lips of her cunt released the inflated bulb reluctantly, as Reumah stretched to clear herself from the lofty shaft.
Levi Terrasa had waited long and patiently for this moment, and now that it was here, his balls ached as if they had been brutally kicked and left to swell. Like two overfilled balloons, they bulged painfully between his legs.
Ebram had promised him the first initiate tonight, and he struggled to contain himself in the shroud of ceremony Ebram so determinedly insisted upon. He'd had his eyes on Lisa throughout most of the Reumah's performance; he'd long ago grown tired of Reumah anyway. Her ever-available pleasure hole interested him not at all; this new member was something else altogether, though.
He had already seen enough through the thin, filmy novitiate's robe to be certain of that. Her taut, firm breasts pushed the translucent cloth up in two tantalizing mounds, twin ripened peaks of youthful tenderness barely concealed beneath her robe. In his mind's eye, he could easily see her naked loveliness, a ripe, eager young Venus. . . awaiting his touch. Her hair tumbled loosely over her shoulders, a shimmering cascade of luxuriant blonde down that beckoned his gentle stroke.
The mind-freeing hashish pipes were moving around the room again; temporarily forgotten in the midst of Reumah's fervent ecstasy, and Lisa pulled a deep, searing drag into her lungs. This time she could feel the powerful mist heading straight for her brain, like a fireball that blasted against the top of her head.
She hesitated not even an instant when Ebram's hand gripped her shoulder, and he pointed toward the scarlet altar. His still dripping cock dangled ominously near her face, still only half-softened.
As the frantic, feverish strains of a hundred violins welled from some unseen, spectral orchestra, Lisa rose obediently and walked to the altar, her abysmal blue eyes thinly glazed from the hashish. She stopped as she reached the foot of the shrouded platform and waited silently for her next command.
Ebram produced a heavy silver chalice, polished to mirrored perfection and gulped down several mouthfuls of the black liquid inside. It streamed from his lips and dribbled down along his hairy chest, staining his flesh a sinister blood red.
At arm's length, he handed it to Lisa, and nodded affirmatively. She clasped it shakily between her opened palms and lifted it to her lips. It was bitingly bitter, but she forced down a swallow anyway, and handed the chalice back to Ebram. He then passed it off behind him in the darkness, where it was quickly taken up by a pair of unseen hands.
Ebram eyed the young girl knowingly, imagining the intricate course his potent beverage might at that moment be charting inside her beautiful body. His special wine had been known to have delightful effects on novitiates, especially the younger ones. It was his own creation - a fantastically potent combination of strong wine and absinthe, in which was introduced the key ingredient, THC, derived from marijuana. It hadn't been easy getting his hands on that; but one of his coven followers had discovered a way, and the rest was history. Developing the beverage's usefulness was his own idea - using it only for special ceremonies, to fantastically heighten the senses, to open up new territories in the mind. But most of all, to strengthen beyond belief the sensual pleasures of sex.
As the potent drug flashed its presence vividly across her brain, Lisa could feel a billion short-circuits exploding all over her body as her nerve endings tingled with newly-awakened sensitivity.
"Show yourself, Lisa, to the others," ordered Ebram, "remove the ceremonial robe. Prepare to unleash the full abandoned fury of your desires ..."
Chapter Two
With trembling fingers, Lisa loosened the ties of the black robe and allowed it to fall from her shoulders. It draped for a long moment over the jutting, full mounds of her breasts, then fell to the floor around her feet. The men in the shadowy chamber visibly tensed, their breathing stepped up, as they stared lustfully at the slim lengths of her naked thighs and calves, moistening their dry lips in eager anticipation.
Unseen eyes gazed longingly at the coveted moistness between her smooth legs, a mass of light brown hair cover the gentle inviting jut of her genitals.
"Face the altar!"
Lisa obediently compiled, turning the ripe pear-shaped mounds of her buttocks to her admirers. She could feel their burning stares piercing her soft flesh.
"Lisa, hear my words... as a chosen daughter of Satan, your privileged moment has come. Offer yourself upon the altar!"
Unhesitatingly, she crawled onto the velvet dais, offering for unimpeded inspection the warm fleshy lips beneath the deep crevice of her buttocks. She turned over, and stretched her nude form on the raised altar, her thighs tightly clenched together. Capped with tiny pink buds, her ripe young breasts rose proudly, standing firmly in all their luscious youthful fullness. Beneath her breasts, the smooth flesh tapered suddenly to a narrow waist, then flared just as suddenly in the soft bulging curve of her hips. The spare mound of her womanhood swelled slightly in a fleecy clump at the junction of her thighs.
As Ebram's chosen acolyte, Levi waited impatiently at his side, his eyes locked on the naked young woman lying defenselessly on the lighted altar. To make any move before Ebram's signal would be unthinkable; but he hoped his agonizing wait would not be too long - the searing pressure in his swollen testicles was nearly more than he could stand. He tried futilely to arch his hips backward slightly, enough to keep the super-sensitive tip of his erect cock from rubbing painfully against the fabric of his robe.
Ebram at last nodded his approval, and Lisa glimpsed her first real look at the man selected to initiate her into the hallowed ranks of the fully-liberated. He yanked the stifling hood from his head, and dropped his heavy robe to the floor.
She gasped aloud at the first sight of his nakedness; though she really wasn't surprised that he wore nothing beneath the costume. His thick, heavy cock stood out like a flesh-covered stump from the profusion of black tangled hair that ran from the base of his prick up to his chest. He was heavy-set, but muscular, like a wrestler, and she could see the taut bands of muscle that crossed his torso from top to bottom.
Lisa struggled to focus her dulled vision on his bulging penis, squinting in the harsh spotlight as she gaped at its powerful thickness. The drug had twisted her powers of perception, and as she stared at the hardened growth protruding from his hairy pelvis, it seemed to swell into a monstrous, looming spear aimed threateningly at the tender fragility of her moist channel.
"N-N-no . . . p-please, no," she trembled, squirming on the soft cloth as she edged away from her imminent attacker. "I ... I don't want you to . . . please ..." Suddenly her fear was cutting through the drug-induced mist like a sharp knife, and she felt very helpless and alone. She tried vainly to cover her bare breasts with her arms.
Ebram glared at her menacingly, as if about to explode with anger. This was something he wouldn't tolerate - all new members knew what to expect from the cult long before their initiation, and this girl was no exception. He knew that one jarring spasm of recalcitrant hesitancy could ruin everything. The mood was firmly established, and he would rather die than see this whimpering wretch destroy his ceremony.
Smoothly and quickly he stepped to the head of the altar, towering over the young girl like a giant, his long cock dangling over his deflated balls and hanging almost to her face as she lay sprawled before him.
Without uttering a word, he glowered fiercely into her deep blue eyes, indelibly scorching his rage across the back of her brain in large, flaming letters. The ominous threat of his anger held her more securely than a dozen chains, and when Levi pried apart her trembling thighs, she offered no resistance. Her eyes swept once more dazedly over the enormous genitals seemingly all around her as she felt the hard, insistent probing of Levi's thick cock against the soft, tender lips of her pussy.
He shoved her bare legs roughly back against her breasts, crushing them under her knees as he prepared to enter her, his heavy shaft poised at the quivering, warm folds of her moist vaginal slit.
The dazed onlookers were breathing heavily. The women seemed to be in a trance, eyes devouring the throbbing organ as it taunted the helpless girl, reveling in the potential rape of one of their own sex.
His strong hands trembled over the velvety smoothness of her supple thighs, kneading the flesh, grasping it in ripples between his fingers.
Sensing her anxious dread, he leaned over her, pausing in his ravishment to kiss her hungrily on her ripe breasts, sucking the quivering nipples so hard that low groans of agony were torn from the girl beneath him.
He gripped the tender flesh of her upturned thighs tightly, forcing her vulnerable crevice up even further, clearly visible to everyone in the room. The lips leading to her soft, wet channel which was to give him his fill of brutal delight, were there, unprotected, for all the others to see.
His hand went down to his penis now resting against her wet, puckering lips and he eased it up to the narrow, damp slit, the great, inflated head of his prick - nearly purple with blood - against the soft, pink flanges of her vagina.
The girl lay there, arms outstretched as if in abject supplication, her head thrown back in surrender, and with a furious flexing of his hips he plunged his huge staff of flesh through the sparse young pubic hair and deep up into her young body.
It seemed to enter with a tearing movement which stopped his initial thrust short of its mark, and he was momentarily unable to penetrate the frightened girl any further, his heavy shaft blocked in the tight, narrow passage by the tight defensive clenching of her cuntal muscles.
Holly watched in horrified amazement, paralyzed by the potent hashish she was smoking, as Levi hovered between her girl friend's legs, just scant seconds away from ramming his thick, swollen cock all the way into her quivering belly. She could see the unmistakable look of terror in Lisa's expressive eyes as she lay helpless like a wretched slave before her hovering master.
Without the dazing sweet smoke of the hash pipe filling her lungs, she would have leaped to her girlfriend's aid; but try as she might, it was absolutely impossible to bring her body around to compliance. Her whole body felt as if some miraculous force had unlocked all her muscles, leaving them just hanging uselessly around her frame. Some faint voice deep in her mind told her she should help . . . but she couldn't . . . she just could not.
And no matter how much she denied it to herself, there was no question about the warm, spreading dampness she could feel between her legs as she watched Lisa and Levi's naked bodies about to become lewdly fused as one.
Levi cocked his powerful hips like a loaded .45, and fired his hardened shaft like a projectile into her tight constrictive passage. The bulbous, blood-filled tip of his thick hardened spear rippled painfully through the soft, fleshy walls of pink flesh that guarded the delicious entrance to her young belly.
Her hips jerked frantically at the impaling pain and a long, mournful cry grated from her lips as the narrow moist walls gave way in a rippling wave as he rammed his heavy cock to its wiry-haired hilt in her tender passage.
With the succulent, clasping warmth of her moist channel around his penis, he began to saw into her without mercy, while her body writhed phrenetically and she moaned continuously.
Lisa made one more feeble effort to push the hefty Levi from her, but eventually gave up and lay with her whole body twitching under the pain of this agonizing ravishment of her young, innocent cunt.
Men and women were panting like hungry animals all around the room. Some were already on their feet, moving in closer to the crimson altar for a better look, their eyes glazed eerily from the hashish. Jutting peaks appeared in the men's robes as their pricks hardened at the salacious spectacle, and women vainly clamped their soft thighs together to hold back the burning desire welling in their moist crevices.
Levi felt her tight, warm grip loosen as he rammed his fleshy shaft into her again and again; her soft passage growing wet and pliable as his cock burrowed deep in her womb. He could feel her moist, warm juices beginning to flow, and he knew she would soon be totally his, wholly surrendered to his deep, plundering thrusts far up into her belly.
Beneath his weight, her soft breasts were smashed flat against her chest, and her firm, rounded buttocks squirmed from side to side in an effort to relieve the pain of his relentless thrust and withdrawal. Her face was flushed with color, streaked with a steady stream of tears that drained down her cheeks, and an occasional sharp cry of pain punctuated her low, soul-rending moans.
The initiating penis slipped in with greater and greater ease until it was deeply imbedded in the young girl's tender crevice as far as it would go between her wide-flung legs, spread in a gaping "V" from her narrow, damp vaginal slit.
Levi's big hands explored every inch of her writhing sweat-soaked body, clutching it all over in his intense passion. He shoved one hand under her outstretched leg and fondled her naked breast, tweaking her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He dragged his hands along her smooth body, over the gentle swell of her narrow hips and under her upturned buttocks, cupping one in each huge hand. He squeezed them tightly, then moved his thighs up against her naked ass, feeling with his own fingers the rock-hard length of his thick cock slithering wetly between the fleshy, nibbling lips of her pussy.
His stiffened middle finger poked the taut, hard ring of her anus, the tiny, puckered opening tightly clenching shut as he prodded the forbidden orifice. With rapid, vicious snaps of his loins, he shoved his aching penis deep between the soft, wet walls of her vagina. As the enlarged head of his prick burrowed far inside the warm depths of her pleasure channel, he quickly and forcefully rammed his finger into the tight, clutching grip of her rectum. Her mouth opened wide as if to scream, but not a sound came out.
His tensing and untensing buttocks slowed to strong, slow thrusts, he squirmed his knees tight against her upturned ass as if he wanted to tunnel into her farther than was possible; he pushed her thighs even further apart, contorting her young body unbelievably, her long, flailing legs almost at right angles to her trembling body.
With every deep, grinding push, he shoved his rigid middle finger into the tightly-puckered opening of her anus, plundering her from both holes in smooth, synchronous rhythm. He could feel his own cock sliding over the length of his finger, separated by only the thinnest membrane of flesh between her cunt and rectum.
Lisa's mournful cries were growing louder now, and laced with the unmistakable trappings of a rising lascivious ecstasy wresting control of her wildly squirming body. She circled her parched lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes wide with a sudden lustful abandonment.
"Ooooooooooh . . . ooooooooooh, that it . . . oh, yes, do it to me like that! Oh, it feels so good inside me ... so good!"
His pumping hips slowed . . . slowed . . . slowed, each plunging thrust shoved to the last throbbing inch deep in her hungry passage. He snapped his hips forward in one last grinding lunge, and then a long, aching gasp rasped from deep in his lungs as his fast-flowing river of hot sperm swept up in a raging, white torrent into the girl's voracious channel and up into her quaking body.
Lisa's body snapped and shivered convulsively as she sensed the hot torrent surging into her belly. "No! Don't stop now . . . please, just a little more! Just a little more and I'll be there! Oh please, don't leave me like this!"
Her wide eyes rolled in agonized disbelief as Levi withdrew his rubbery, deflating penis from her still-clasping pink lips; she thrust her hips vainly toward him, struggling to contain his limp prick in the ravenously hungry grip of her wet passage.
Hardened cocks all over the darkened chamber ached to answer the luscious, writhing girl's needs. A half-dozen men fought to hold themselves back from plunging deliciously into the young girl's insatiated loins.
Levi climbed down from the altar, leaving behind a thin, almost invisible trail of semen that dripped from the still-throbbing tip of his heavy cock, now dangling limply between his thighs.
Lisa reached for him as he lifted himself away from her squirming nakedness, a self-satisfied grin smeared across his baby-face. Failing in that, she futilely shoved two of her fingers into the seething cauldron of her inflamed orifice, oblivious to the frenzied stares of the others clustered around her.
Vicariously enraptured from her friend's unquenched passion, Holly rose to her feet with the others, encircling the scarlet altar where Lisa lay writhing in an ever-widening damp stain from her own free-flowing juices.
"Please . . . please ..." Her voice trailed off in a hoarse whisper as tears flooded her tightly-closed eyes.
But her anguished pleas were not to go unanswered. Ebram nodded to a hooded figure on his left, and in seconds, the slender, young man had divested himself of his bulky robe and was joining the hapless girl on the altar. She didn't open her eyes as he moved between her open legs, quickly slipping his long, thin prick into the nibbling lips of her insatiable hole.
As the long glistening pole disappeared wetly in the tortured depths of her warm passage, she gave one gasping cry of passing pain, her head craned upward from the platform, then collapsed limply once more, a deep, animal moan of undiluted pleasure coming up from deep in her body.
Holly, as she watched the lewd, sensual ravishment of her girl friend, felt the first, expected explorations of a masculine hand under the filmy gauze of her robe. Her instinctive reaction was suppressed, and she offered not the slightest reluctance as five fingers cautiously probed the deep, tightened crevice of her buttocks. She relaxed her muscles, opening up her moist furrow fully to his unseen touch. His fingers brushed the delicate bud of her clitoris, and a burst of high-voltage excitement suddenly coursed through her body.
She turned slowly to face the stranger touching her, and he yanked the black hood from his head. Without a hint of pause, Holly stretched on tip-toes to meet the man's lips with hers. Her tongue darted between his teeth as their lips met, and she reached down and folded her fingers around the bulging staff pressing into the softness of her belly. Like a swelling wave, the soaring crescendoes of the overpowering music crashed over her, and in one smooth movement, her robe joined his on the floor at their feet. He dropped to his knees, then fell backward on the softness of their robes, pulling Holly's eager, naked body onto his.
She trembled from head to toe as she felt his hardened penis jut upward between her thighs. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me please!" she cried insanely, the drug hitting her like a sledgehammer. "Split me open with your big cock! I want a man inside me ... I want all of you to empty your delicious loads into me!"
Chapter Three
Holly squirmed from under the choking weight of two hundred, decidedly masculine, pounds pinning her like a fallen oak tree. Grunting, she lifted the heavy leg from her thighs and rolled free, lowering his enormous leg gently to the carpet as quietly as she could. He looked like a slumbering bear, this man she'd never really met, a stocky beast of a man, with battering rams for hips. She felt the sharp twinges of pain still mentally gouging her belly.
Rising slowly to her feet, she squinted around the darkened room for Lisa, but it was hopeless. In the last gasping flickers of the few remaining candles, it was impossible to identify any of the tangled, sweat-drenched bodies knotted like rope in three clustered heaps of flesh. She danced a quick, saving two-step as her bare foot touched someone's out-stretched hand, leaping aside and barely missing the shapely curve of a woman's hip just behind her.
The ritual had been over for hours, and she really had no idea how long she had been there. She wasn't even certain about the number of men she'd had. Three sounded right . . . but there was a hazy recollection of another man somewhere in there . . .
A narrow shaft of light shot from the slightly-cracked doors, and she could see Ebram talking excitedly to someone down the dim hallway. He was still naked, but the other figure was clothed. She edged her way gingerly to the doorway, but hesitated. Suddenly she felt very, very naked for the first time.
That's silly, she told herself, I've been this way for so long now it shouldn't matter about a few more minutes. It's not like Ebram hasn't seen me nude already . . . Maybe it's because that other guy has his clothes on.
She craned her head for a better look, brushing her auburn hair from her eyes. Her forehead was dripping wet, and the hair just stuck there like it was glued.
The other man in the corridor was Levi Terrasa, she was sure of it now; she could see his face clearly when Ebram stepped aside. Whatever they were talking about - arguing might have been a more apt description - it seemed pretty heated. Not the place for her.
She spotted Lisa just as Levi called to her, kneeling on one knee beside the prostrate form of a man sprawled on someone's black robe. His hair was surprisingly long - most of the other men were safely within the loose Berkeley bounds of good grooming, long enough to be "with it", but not long enough to be labeled a hippie.
"Lisa... is that you, Lisa?" she whispered loudly.
Levi slipped through the narrowly opened doors before she could answer, and tapped her awkwardly on her back, almost as if hesitant to touch her now that the ceremonies were finished.
"What did you think of your first truly religious fuck, Holly?"
She searched his expressionless face for an explanation of that oddly-put question. "My what?" she asked meekly.
He smiled for the first time all night, "and without that sullen blankness he actually seemed friendly. "I'm sorry," he laughed, "I shouldn't tease you like that. You might be one of those oddballs who take this seriously."
Holly was puzzled; Levi had seemed to be Ebram's most devoted disciple, almost like some sort of lesser priest. "I don't understand, Levi. Do you mean this was all some kind of a joke to you? What do you come for if you don't believe what Ebram teaches?"
Levi stared emptily into space as she talked. "Oh, don't be so serious... I was just putting you on. It isn't healthy to be so intense about things . . . just take what floats your way, and ride with it, and life'll always be cool. Right, pretty girl?"
"Uh . . . yeah, right, Levi," answered Holly baffled. "Excuse me. I've got to talk to Lisa a second." She turned to pick her way cautiously past the maze of exhausted naked bodies between her and the far corner.
"Okay, but make it fast. I'll be waiting in the car to take you birds home. Fifteen minutes. . . after that, you can hitch-hike back to Lafayette."
* * *
As they wound along Highway 80 toward Lafayette, Lisa and her new found friend from the services, Richard Dixon, whispered and cuddled like a couple of teenagers at a drive-in. Holly made a few feeble efforts at conversation with Levi, but he seemed intent on keeping his mind on his driving, and he only managed an occasional un-huh.
Something about him fascinated her, in a special, almost unique way: he seemed to radiate an enigmatic aura of depravity; like that sinister smile she remembered from the initiation - the way he grinned so venomously when he pulled his deflated penis from Lisa's still-writhing loins, almost as if he enjoyed leaving her like that.
More than anyone she'd met at Ebram's house, Levi Terrasa seemed to embody the purest essence of Ebram's Satanic teachings, the sought-after qualities of absolute and unwavering devotion to Evil.
She gave up talking to him, and just sat quietly in the green glow of the dash lights as they speeded through the early, early hours of morning through the hills to Lafayette.
Their house was there - the one they rented for two hundred dollars a month. They'd shared it now for more than six months, almost a record for most of the neighborhood's gypsy-like drifters. Ever since that one night Holly had worked tables at the Broadway topless lounge where Lisa danced four nights a week. She'd been called in at the last minute by a friend of the regular girl; no real job then anyway, so it seemed like a pretty tempting offer.
It hadn't turned out quite so lucrative as she might have hoped, but at least she'd met Lisa, and found a roommate to keep the summons server from the door. Lisa had proven to be a bit of a kook; but you had to be a little strange to work in that crazy bar she managed to drag herself into on Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays.
It was Lisa who'd first turned her on to this cult; she'd gotten wind of it from one of the bar's regulars, a perennially unemployed photographer from San Mateo. She still wasn't sure how he'd come to know about it, especially now that she knew how secretive it was. But Lisa had pumped him for everything he knew, including Lay ton's address. The rest was easy; almost too easy, in fact. Ebram and Reumah had been more than willing to tell them about the worship of Satan that afternoon Lisa had finally succeeded in convincing her to drive up to his house.
She'd been more than a little skeptical at first; it sounded like a bunch of lunatics to her. But as Ebram began to explain the doctrines of Satanism, the undeniable truths about man's inhumanity to his fellow man, the obvious devotion to self-glorification so much a part of every human being, especially those who claim most loudly to be friend and benefactor to all mankind, Holly began to accept his teachings as fact; and then it was a simple, easy decision to ask to be admitted into the cult. Oddly enough, she'd been the first of the two to make the final move; Lisa seemed more interested in the wild orgies Ebram alluded to on occasion, the ones she'd heard about from the photographer.
"Hey, guys, I've got another joint stashed here somewhere. What'ya say we light it up?" That was the first word from the backseat of the old Mercury since they'd left Ebram's and Holly looked anxiously to Levi for some comment before she agreed. She hoped he would say it was okay, as another few drags would be all she needed to get a real buzz on again.
Levi didn't blink an eye, just kept his gaze dead ahead on the winding road. "It's fine with me," agreed Holly finally, "If Levi doesn't mind."
His eyes never left the road. "Doesn't matter to me. Whatever you girls want is all right."
Richard had the hefty joint lit before Levi finished his sentence, and took a couple of deep pulls before handing it to Lisa. She took what she wanted and passed it to Levi and Holly in the front seat.
Holly offered the cigarette to Levi first, but he waved it away. It tasted incredibly sweet, and surprisingly mild going down.
"It's from Thailand," offered Richard, "A buddy of mine brought it back on his ship. Pretty good stuff, huh?"
Holly nodded, her lungs still filled with the nectarous smoke, and handed it back to Richard and Lisa.
Two more rounds, and it was finished; and still, Levi declined to even sample the potent weed. Holly tried hard to remember if she had seen him smoking any of the hash Ebram had provided, but she couldn't be certain either way. It seemed oddly out of character, but she wasn't going to let it concern her. Those three puffs were all it took to put her head right back where it had been all evening; that joint was like a warm-up to a good cup of coffee, now everything was right again.
They motored under another freeway; this time she wasn't sure which one, but it didn't matter. Holly closed her eyes and felt her body rise with the drug and motion of the car as it bumped along the highway; she imagined herself riding a great white stallion, posting with his powerful, steady gallop. She opened the window and smiled broadly as the cool rush swept over her face; the chilling current tingled her cheeks like a million tiny needles.
Richard leaned over the seat and switched on the radio, then stretched over once more to find a station broadcasting all night. Holly's gallant steed suddenly vanished, and she found herself whisked onto the stage of some enormous coliseum, belting out a blues beat that had the whole, surging crowd out of their seats in excitement.
In a couple of minutes that seemed like twenty, the record faded out, and took her brief, imagined success with it, and she drifted back into her earthbound body, still sprawled lazily against the Mercury's window frame. She opened her eyes reluctantly and searched the passing neon blur for something familiar.
"We've got about a mile to go," said Levi knowingly, without even glancing her way. "I can find it myself okay. Just relax and I'll let you know when we arrive."
Holly couldn't argue with that offer, and she quickly drifted off to sleep, her hair trailing out the open window like the tattered tail of a kite. She didn't open her eyes again until the battered relic's screeching brakes signaled their destination. Levi killed the engine and switched off the headlights.
"Oh, wow, are we here already?" came Lisa's hoarse voice from the depths of the rear seat. There was a rustling noise like the hurried closing of zippers and buttons; and as Levi opened his door, Holly caught a quick glimpse of Richard's rigid penis being tucked away inside his jeans. She turned away quickly, and climbed out her side into the chill pre-dawn darkness. They had neglected to leave any lights on inside, and the walkway was coal black as they stumbled their way toward the front door. Lisa was the first to find the lock, and she reached inside and flipped on the harsh yellow porch light. It was only then that Holly noticed Richard was carrying a ragged army surplus knapsack, hooked over one shoulder and tucked under his arm.
"If everything's okay, I'll be heading back to the city now. I have to be in the store in a few hours. Sorry I can't hang around," apologized Levi, standing by himself at the foot of the front steps. The others were clustered in the lighted doorway.
"Uh . . . I'm going to stay here, Levi," said Richard, "Lisa said I could ride down with her when she goes down to the Broadway strip. He paused for some comment from Levi. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow night, huh? I'll drop by the shop around five."
Levi waited a long time before answering. "Okay, man, if that's what you want. I'll see you tomorrow."
As his car pulled out of the drive and disappeared in two glowing red points down the winding road, Holly closed the door and latched the security chain. She wondered if she should have invited Levi to stay; if that would have been the right thing to do. Maybe he wanted to, but was reluctant since Lisa and Richard obviously had plans of their own. It began to really gnaw at her dazed brain, and she wished there was someway to call him back.
Richard and Lisa were down on their knees, fighting to get a fire going in the blue ceramic fireplace, a relic of a former tenant who had been unusually clever with tools. It stood by itself, on a brick base, and a glossy black pipe for the smoke rose from a funneled spout directly over the fireplace. The living room was oddly cold, or perhaps it only seemed that way, but Holly checked the thermostat in the bedroom corridor to be certain the heating system was working. It had been pushed all the way down to fifty-five, so she returned it to its proper setting and tossed another blanket on her bed. By the time she pulled off her rumpled clothes and slipped into a nightgown, the fire was raging fiercely in the living room, and Lisa was only partly visible on the sofa, stretched out on top of her newly-discovered friend.
Holly thought it best to stay out of the way, and the bed was beginning to look awfully good to her anyway.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow," yelled Holly from the bedroom doorway, "Wake me when you get ready to go, okay?"
There was a muffled reply, so she figured Lisa had heard her. She set the alarm anyway, just in case, for four-thirty. That would give her plenty of time to dress and get ready for work at Todd's. Thursday was her night to fill in for his regular cocktail waitress, and it wouldn't do to be late, especially since the night bartender was already looking for an excuse to get her fired. He'd had it in for her since that first night on the job, for reasons she still hadn't guessed.
Lights off, she pulled the knob on her bedside FM radio, and turned the timer to thirty minutes. She usually went to sleep that way, with the best of San Francisco late-night rock blasting from the tiny radio.
That was another problem they'd learned to live with; Lisa absolutely could not sleep until the house was dead quiet, so she just waited until Holly's radio clicked off, then came to bed. It didn't bother her that Lisa had to make that small concession, especially since she was always having to overlook her hare-brained antics. Like bringing this guy home from Ebram's without even asking her; but somehow they managed to stay friends, as difficult as it sometimes became.
* * *
Downstairs, Lisa was naked again almost before she realized it, but the life-giving warmth of the blazing fire felt so incredibly soothing on her bare flesh that she hardly noticed the chilly dampness of the room.
Richard kicked his jeans over the arm of the sofa, and squirmed up tight against her nakedness, his hairy pelvis cozily ground against Lisa's soft, sparse mound. Parting her soft thighs with his hand, he allowed his rigid penis to nestle between her legs, the swollen tip of her moist slit.
Lisa shrank away from him as she felt his stiffened manhood probing hopefully at her unprotected passage. "Please, Richard . . . please, no ... I don't think I could stand any more. I .,. . I feel like I've just screwed half the city of San Francisco. It would kill me to have you banging around in me now."
He backed his threatening spear away from her tender, ravaged channel, and lowered his lips to her ripely bulging mounds, sucking her hard nipple between his teeth. As his tongue teasingly rolled the hardened bud around in his mouth, he felt a shuddering chill race through her naked body from her firm, swelling breasts down to her curled-under toes.
"Baby, don't worry about a thing. I've got a little surprise for you in my knapsack. A little gadget Ebram loaned me. We can still have a little fun . . . you know the old line, where there's a will, there's a way."
Lisa's lips were trembling as he continued to nibble deliciously on her pulsing nipples. "I ... I don't understand. What're you talking about?"
"You'll see . . . you'll see, baby," he replied softly, slipping his hand between her soft, yielding thighs and caressing the moist pink flanges of her bruised tunnel. Without hesitation, her legs parted wide as his fingers made electric contact with her sensitive, fleshy lips. He parted the fleecy damp down and found the shivering, delicate bud of her clitoris, hidden deep between the warm, soft walls.
He felt her whole body shudder as his thumb and forefinger clasped the tiny jewel and twisted it gently, rolling the sensitive flesh back and forth as it quickly hardened under his touch. Already she was moaning incessantly, and he knew she would easily be begging helplessly for his long, hard cock if he continued - but he didn't.
"Easy now, baby . . . Don't be so eager. I told you I had something special for you. Just hold tight a minute, and you won't regret it... I promise you."
"Uh-huh . .. just hurry, please . . . hurry."
He fumbled in the bottom of his battered knapsack, leaving her for the moment alone where she now lay, on the thick comfortable carpet in front of the circular fireplace. Her legs pumped slowly and rhythmically, first one, then the other, in an easy, steady pedaling motion as she lay sprawled nude in the glowing yellow-orange of the hot fire, a kaleidoscope of wavering shades flickering over her bare body. "Hurry, Richard . . . hurry ..."
In a second, he found what he was searching for, and dropped the knapsack on the sofa. Lisa didn't look up as he settled back cozily alongside her, his rigid cock lightly brushing her belly as she lay on her back on the soft shag pile.
"This might be a little new to you, I don't know ... or maybe you're way ahead of me," he said. "Anyway, just keep those pretty eyes shut and ride with me, you dig?"
Lisa nodded. "Okay . . . but don't hurt me. Please ... I'm awfully sore."
Her smooth thighs parted like silk as his hand eased back into her warm, moist furrow, and he felt her shiver again as his fingers touched the sensitive nub of her clitoris.
He looked down at her, reveling in the sight of her magnificent loveliness. She looked even more beautiful than at the ceremony; her skin soft and warm in the delicate glow of the fire, her breasts rising like two soft peaks, capped with the jewel-like tips of her pink nipples.
His middle finger slipped for a moment into the wetness of her warm, tender tunnel; and, thus moistened with her own juices, he explored the deep, fleshy ridges of her thermal crevice, teasingly prodding the throbbing bulb of her clitoris as her legs opened wide with eagerness.
With his other hand, he picked up the long tubular object from beside him on the floor. It was one of Ebram's favorite toys; one guaranteed to crack the ice with even the most hopelessly frigid women. Not that Lisa could be thrown in that category; in her case it would just be another special thrill, something she would remember him for.
With two fingers, he parted the moist, soft sides of her warm, inviting slit, and opened up the tempting bud of her clitoris, rising penis-like from the fleshy crevice, and pulsing with anticipation.
He stroked the hardened bud of flesh a few more times, then turned a switch on the bottom of his plastic device, and touched it quickly to her sensitive clit.
A spasm of excitement convulsed through her naked body as the vibrating contrivance stung her unprotected flesh like a hornet.
"Hey! What're you doing!" She sat up with a start, but Richard pushed her gently but firmly back onto the warm pile.
"Sh-h-h-h . . . you'll wake up your roommate," he whispered reassuringly in her ear. "And I've only got one of these. She'd come in here demanding one for herself. Just relax . . . you'll see.
He tenderly stroked the hair from her eyes, and closed her quivering eyelids. Almost as an afterthought, he gave her a quick, wet kiss on the jutting peak of her right breast.
"Keep your eyes closed," he murmured, "And imagine you've found yourself a big, black stud for tonight. Think about his hard, black cock parting the soft walls of your pussy . . . Think about that huge cock buried way up in that sweet, little belly of yours."
She tried to relax, but the anticipation was more than she could stand; she trembled like a frightened child as she heard him switch the vibrator on once more.
But this time she didn't fight it - only a quick, chill of a shiver as the buzzing tip of the instrument made contact. With the apprehension out of the way, she slowly began to realize that it felt incredibly good. First just the palpitating nipple of her clitoris; but then, the weird prickling sensation began to spread. Like a brush fire, the tingling excitement had spread to all of her quaking loins, and she found herself drawn to the fantastic device like a magnet. Her hips were arched off the carpet, shoved up at the pleasure-giving instrument, her legs spread wide as she opened up all of her wet, quivering furrow to Richard and his amazing gadget.
"Oh ... OH! That feels so good ... So Good!"
Her response came as no surprise to Richard; Ebram had used this very vibrator many times during ceremonies at his house to "cure" members' wives of their chronic frigidity. He swore by its success. And it looked as though Lisa was responding like the others.
Fists tightly clenched, she pounded frantically on the carpet, her back arched sharply as she ground her loins toward the delicious hum of the penis-shaped vibrator.
He delighted in seeing her this way; she was completely out of control, and totally at his mercy. If he were to shut the instrument off, she would be begging at his feet. But he wouldn't do that - at least not this time. Besides, he planned to get some more of that sweet, tight pussy of hers . . . even if she was sore from the initiation. He couldn't hold back a wide grin as he looked at her, humped high off the carpet, her arms flailing the deep pile on either side of her trembling body. Her warm juices were beginning to flow down over his hand, and he could almost feel the surging heat building inside her. It would only be a few seconds now . . .
As her young body began to quake steadily, in a hard grinding rhythm, he shoved his finger tightly into the puckered opening of her anus. He could tell it had been used already this night, for it somehow didn't feel as constrictive as it should have - stretched wide by a succession of ravishing, poking organs.
You hot little bitch . . . If it's satisfaction you want, I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you like you've never had it before!
Her toes curled tightly against the soles of her feet, and she shoved her naked crotch as far as she could against the vibrating shaft, rivulets of sweat pouring down her legs and dripping from her thighs, "Oh, God . . . OH, DON'T STOP PLEASE . . . YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!"
As the words left her parched lips, her hips snapped upward, and Richard could feel the soft, fleshy walls of her pussy open wide, clutching . . . clasping for something . . . anything to fill the burning need deep inside her. At that precise instant, as she began to moan loudly from the welling, overpowering orgasm rocking her naked body, he rammed another stiffened finger into the forbidden channel of her rectum, spreading the taut passage painfully.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhh . . . Oooo oooooooooohhhh ..."
He held the buzzing shaft to her incredibly sensitive clitoris still, mercilessly robbing her of even a moment to catch her gasping breath.
"Oh, Richard . . . fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
Grinning broadly, he mounted her unhesitating, and rammed his thick, rigid prick into the tender, ravaged depths of her warm, clasping passage, cutting through the bruised, delicate walls like a sharp sword, until his pelvis smacked against the upturned place of her wet, hungry crotch.
Chapter Four
Like a couple of mischievous adolescents bent on pulling off a prank, Lisa and Richard crept quietly into the bedroom where Holly lay sleeping. Lisa had only moments earlier finished cleaning herself up, wiping the sticky streams of semen from her thighs, then affectionately mopping the viscous liquid from Richard's limp, rubbery prick.
The suggestion had been his, but Lisa had been quick to agree; and now they slipped silently onto the bed on either side of Holly, big knowing smiles on their faces.
"Holly . . . Holly, it's me," whispered Lisa an inch from the sleeping girl's ear. "Wake up, sweetie, we have something for you . . . Richard and I want to show you something."
Holly stirred only a little, still miles away in a deep, restful sleep. "Huh ... is that you?" Her words were muffled and nearly incoherent.
"It's me . . . Lisa. And I want to show you something . . . Okay?"
Holly mumbled something that sounded like yes, and pulled the pillow over her face. Lisa gently rolled her over on her back and pried the pillow from her grip without any resistance.
Richard, like Lisa, was still naked, and he felt his cock begin to harden again as Lisa pulled back the covers from the slumbering girl. She was wearing a nightgown, but it had ridden up around her waist, and the soft, sparse V-shaped mound at the base of her smooth, flat belly was clearly visible to both of them. He wished there were more light so he could see her even better.
Lisa leaned back to her ear. "Holly, do you hear me? I want to show you something." She turned to Richard, the corners of her mouth turned up in a sly grin. "Go ahead. She'll wake up when you put that buzzer on her."
Richard switched the plastic shaft on, muffling the rasping sound with his hand around the instrument. Lisa eased the girl's legs apart in a wide-spread V, and he slipped the penis-shaped tip of the vibrator into the pink, fleshy lips of her dormant pussy. She snapped like she'd been jolted with a hundred volts of electricity as the buzzing plastic head found its mark.
"Wha . . . what's happening . . . what's going on?" She was nearly awake now, her eyes suddenly wide with fear and surprise. "What're you doing!?"
Lisa smiled warmly. "Take it easy. I tried to wake you up, but you were too far gone." She pushed her shoulders back onto the bed, and whispered reassuringly in her ear. "You're in for a real treat . . . Don't worry, he's already tried it out on me. Just loosen up . . . you'll love it."
As with Lisa, the amazing device performed its task admirably, and soon Holly had kicked the covers from her legs and was squirming helplessly on the twisted sheets. Her eyes were closed as if she were still asleep, and her fists held two knotted clumps of the sheet as she wriggled like a tortured insect, unable to escape the agonizing humming tingle of the merciless device. It felt like a thousand orgasms at once, but not so brief, rather, it dragged on and on until she felt as though her belly would explode from the sheer ecstasy of those lascivious, shivering sensations coursing through her helpless body.
But Richard had other plans for this one.
As she began to arch eagerly toward the source of her wild delight, he suddenly switched it off. Holly collapsed to the bed as if all the life had been drained from her naked body. Lisa looked on in amazement, unable to comprehend why he would bring her so agonizingly close, and then leave her like this.
"Nooooo . . . nooooooo, please . . . don't stop," moaned Holly still squirming though the delicious prodding of her loins had stopped. Lisa started to speak, but Richard quickly held a finger to her lips.
He pushed Lisa aside, and tossed one leg over Holly's writhing body, kneeling over her with one knee on either side of her breasts, still partially concealed under the thin, filmy material of her nightgown. She wore nothing else.
"Did you like that, Holly," he asked her tauntingly. "You'd like a little more, wouldn't you? You'd like me to finish, isn't that right?"
Holly seemed more asleep than awake now, but she managed a reply. "Yes . . . please, yes."
Richard slid forward, dangling his half-inflated penis at the confused girl's lips. "You'll get it, all you want . . . But first you've got to do something for me. What'ya say?"
He turned to Lisa and waited for some glimmer of response from her before going on. She smiled her approval, and he knew Holly was his.
He lifted his rubbery prick and placed the blood-red tip on the girl's closed lips. She started to turn her face away, but he grabbed her head on either side with his hands and held it securely in place.
"It's right there, Holly . . . just open your mouth like a good girl."
She shook her head violently, her lips tightly closed; but his tight, painful grip on her hair soon changed her mind. A little at first, then more, she allowed the fleshy shaft to slide over her lower lip and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. It was strangely sweet, with a taste that wasn't familiar. He pushed his wet, matted pelvis right up against her nose, until the swelling tip of his long cock poked gaggingly against the back of her throat.
He lifted her head slightly, and placed another pillow behind it, raising her perfectly into place.
Hardening quickly as it passed over her tongue, his cock soon filled her mouth, and she hollowed her cheek to accommodate its length. With slow, deliberate movements he began to ease the glistening member in and out of her ovaled lips, which clasped tightly the swollen shaft as it pulled out until only the tip remained inside.
Lisa and Richard watched eagerly, his cock growing longer and longer as it slid in and out; the moist, gleaming staff throbbing into hardness again as it slithered through the round opening of her wet, warm lips. Lisa almost envied her - she could nearly taste his tangy prick as she imagined it between her lips. She could practically feel its hardness sliding over her tongue as she nibbled at its throbbing tip.
Somehow, a low, nearly inaudible moan managed to slip around the ramming member crammed into Holly's tender throat passage, and she gagged as the rigid shaft burrowed down into the delicate channel. He eased it back only enough for her to regain her breath, then shoved it back down the relaxed tunnel until his loins ground against her face, rubbing her nose in the pungent brushiness of his pelvis.
Suddenly Lisa lit up with an idea, and she crawled over Holly's squirming form to find the vibrator. As Richard knelt over her, her breasts smashed under the back of his thighs, Lisa pried her legs apart and flipped the pleasure-giving device back on.
Richard felt the girl's jaw tighten around his stiffened prick as Lisa touched the buzzing spear to her tender, moist crevice. She poked it between the pink, fleshy ridges until she found the throbbing nodule of her clitoris. Positioning it with her fingers, she held the tingling instrument tight against her girlfriend's sensitive bud, sending chills of savage excitement racing along her spine. Her legs suddenly spread wide apart, and her hips began to grind rhythmically as the vibrating shaft took her racing through the skies, fanning the coals of desire in her young belly until they raged out of control.
"Mmmmmm ..." She managed a murmuring sigh even with the huge knob between her hungry lips. Richard sensed her new arousal, and began to pump his hips faster, burying the aching length of his prick deeper each time in her fragile passage. It hurt each time it bent, but he didn't ease the relentless plundering of her throat for even a second.
"Suck it!" he ordered. "Get that tongue working!"
Holly obediently began to swirl her tongue around in the liquid of her saliva, licked the inflated tip as it passed over her tongue, gulping down the salty juices as her mouth quickly filled.
Her slowly grinding hips began to move as if they had a mind of their own, faster and faster as the buzzing vibrator made her whole body tingle with wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure.
Lisa held the whirring shaft hard against the young girl's warm, wet slit, sliding it back and forth teasingly over the tip of her throbbing clitoris and she hunched her back off the bed, bouncing Richard like a rider on a steer as he knelt over her naked breasts. He pushed the crumpled nightgown up to her shoulders so he could feel the jutting tips of her tender nipples brushing against the furrow of his buttocks. His leathery, overfilled balls slapped against her chin as he rammed his prick to the hilt in her throat passage, the strong muscles of her gullet clutching like tiny fingers the swollen bulbous head of his hardened penis as it sawed in and out of her pursed lips. The seething liquid in his balls boiled furiously as it fought to burst free in a raging torrent, but he held it back a little longer, clenching the muscles of his naked buttocks as he dammed the threatening flood.
"She's almost there . . . almost there, Richard! Hold it back, Richard. She's almost there!" Lisa's hand was suddenly drenched as the girl's orgasmic juices emptied from her quivering passage, streaming down the cheeks of her buttocks and along the damp crevice of her ass. "Now, Richard . . . NOW!"
Lisa reached around his thighs and squeezed the sperm-filled bulge of his swollen balls, and they exploded in a burst of sticky, warm liquid that spurted into her wildly sucking girlfriend's throat in a choking, viscious flood. She swallowed again and again and again . . . until every delicious drop of the white liquid was in her belly, and Lisa squeezed his emptied balls until all of his aching load had gushed its way hose-like along the full, glistening length of his throbbing penis and deep into the girl's eager throat.
Holly's mouth opened wide and the rubbery organ slithered wetly from her lips. He raised himself from her naked body as Lisa held the buzzing shaft hard against her pulsing clitoris.
"Ooooh . . . oooohhh . . . OOOHHHHH! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! Ooooooo She gasped for breath and then with a last orgiastic shriek fell back on the mattress, her entire body trembling, and Richard pushed the vibrator away from her tiny bud.
He leaned over and kissed her gently on both her quivering, bulging breasts, and spread the thin sheet over her. He turned to Lisa, kneeling at the edge of the bed. "I think she's had enough for now. What'ya say we light another joint and turn it?"
Lisa's blue eyes sparkled, but she didn't answer as she lowered her face to his loins and crammed the soft, pliable length of his dormant cock into her hungry, impatient lips.
He rocked back on his elbows as his manhood began to slowly stir once again, and Lisa greedily licked away the sticky moistness remaining on his fleshy knob. It looked as though the night was still far from being over.
Chapter Five
As usual, there was no one in the store but Levi, and the owner's dog Memphis; it never ceased to amaze Levi and anyone else who frequented the establishment that F. S. Carruthers Books managed to stay in business at all. They had a few regulars, people who came in once or twice a month to prowl through the messy piles of second-hand books Mr. Carruthers always managed to find in his frequent trips all over the west. A couple were real book collectors, legitimate connoisseurs who hoped for a valuable find among all the worn dime-store novels and battered travelogues from another era.
Levi didn't really care about the lack of clientele one way or the other; to him it was just a job, something to pay the rent on his tiny cluttered room. In fact, it was almost pleasant being there alone most of the time; there was always plenty of time to read, and he could even work on his book. It had started out to be a serious, scholarly analysis of the ancient Satanic cults that flourished in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries in Europe, but it was now taking shape as a stylized blend of fact and fiction - the fictional element being his own self, on a fantastic imagined trip through the centuries as he traced the development of demoniality and Satanism through his reincarnated form, to give his hoped-for readers a touch of eye-witness reporting- He could only work on it when there was no question of Mr. Carruthers return; Levi wanted no one to even lay eyes on this manuscript until it was fully completed. He could easily see it as a kind of worldwide guidebook for Satanic worshippers, printed in dozens of languages at low-cost, maybe even distributed without charge to the masses everywhere.
Aside from working on the manuscript, or reading the scarce source material he could cull from the dusty boxes of books Carruthers brought back from his expeditions, there really wasn't anything else to occupy his time during the seven hours he spent each weekday in the lonely shop. Most of the customers needed no help; they would just come in and take their time combing through the heaped-up piles of books. And if they found something they liked, he would be obliged to ring up the sale and drop the volume in a paper bag. Nothing much more stimulating ever happened at Carruthers Books.
Nothing that is except when Patricia Davies and her daughter made their religiously bi-weekly stops. Mrs. Davies collected out-of-print editions of poetry; any kind, any period, as long as it was not available in a reprint edition. She usually came in on Mondays; he heard her remark to her daughter one day that it was nearly time for her club meeting, so he assumed that was what brought her into downtown San Francisco so regularly. He'd never actually talked to either Mrs. Davies or her daughter, except just in passing whenever she found something she wanted for her collection. She'd never called her daughter by name, but the Christmas card she had sent Mr. Carruthers was signed "from Lawrence, Patricia, Kathi and Kerry." It was logical to assume Kathi and Kerry were her two children, but only Kathi came with her to the store.
Patricia Davies was one of the best-looking mature women Levi could remember seeing; and in a city full of models and movie actresses, that was saying something. She possessed a healthy respect for her age; something that most women in their late thirties are afraid to face. Never mimicking her teen-age daughter, she always seemed to pick the right fashions to showcase her still-perfect figure, but she was never overly-conservative to the point of being frumpy and out-of-date. Her short brown hair must have seen the hairdresser at least weekly, for it was always perfectly shaped and combed.
They usually stayed quite some time when they stopped in, and from his high, three-legged stool behind the counter in back, Levi could watch the two of them carefully as they combed through the jumbled stacks of books.
He liked to fondly examine their figures as they craned to reach a top shelf, or stooped to sort a pile of volumes stacked on the floor. Patricia was never too careful about watching her hem as she searched the musty stacks, and sometimes he could catch a quick, fleeting glimpse of her trim thighs, past the enticing band at the top of her stockings, where the dark, filmy mesh hooked to the garters dangling from her girdle.
Kathi, on the other hand, was a study in contrasts. She never seemed to be wearing any undergarments at all; he was certain about a bra, for the tiny, pert peaks of her firm, peach-like breasts often poked boldly from under the thin fabric of her blouse. And when she wore one special pair of bell-bottom slacks, denim that seemed to be molded to her smooth young curves, there was never a hint of an outline showing in the taut cloth to trace the hidden edges of her panties.
With so little to do, their visits were longed-for occasions, a welcome relief from the drab procession of middle-aged collectors who trickled through during the rest of the week.
He liked to imagine what each of the women would be like in bed. Mrs. Davies would be warm, passionate, but business-like, he told himself as he watched her carefully and skillfully examine volume after volume, passing over the worthless junk until she found just what she wanted. She'd probably long ago ceased to find any real satisfaction from sex with her husband; it had been his well-founded observation that most women her age would give it up altogether if given their choice. Levi liked to think he could change all that - just a few uninterrupted minutes together and he'd have her thinking like a girl of twenty-five again.
She'd probably still be strikingly attractive without her clothes, he guessed. Maybe a little sag here and there, but the care she took in choosing her cosmetics and clothes told him that the part he couldn't see was probably just as well cared for. He guessed her bust to be about thirty-six or seven; it might have been an inch more when she was younger, but it was still high and firm with a senuous line most women could only envy.
Kathi could offer a man something entirely different though. She was delectably young and ripe, like a succulent piece of fruit hanging temptingly on the tree, waiting for someone to pick her from the bough and introduce her to the incredible delights of real womanhood. Not that she had to be a virgin, of course. But at sixteen or seventeen, she had that indefinable certain something that gave her away her innocence. He could easily make out the smooth, flowing lines of her young boyish figure, firm and solid under her slacks and blouse. When she wore a mini-skirt, her legs were trim and slender, with just a trace of adolescent knobbishness about her knees. They were still lacking that swelling fullness that would come later, but somehow she was even more enticing without it, especially when she wore crisp white cotton stockings that came nearly to her dimpled knees. That was the perfect dash of little-girlishness to complete the picture.
Levi slowly panned his head to the left as Kathi leaned over a pile of books to show her mother something in a volume she'd found. Her temptingly short mini-skirt had ridden up past the delicious fold of her buttocks where it joined her thighs, and the red-and-blue-striped fabric of her panties barely covered the soft, tender curve, leaving a cheeky peak of young flesh uncovered.
He hoped they wouldn't need his help right away; it wouldn't do for them to see the aching hardness poking at his trousers.
Though years apart in age and experience, Kathi and Patricia Davies, shared the same common need for the skilled, sure hand of a man to answer their special needs. Pat, to re-acquaint her with the boundless joys of physical love, and prove to her that a wealth of joyous hours still remained in her future. Kathi, to open up the unbelievable paths of sexual fulfillment just beyond her grasp, the enviable pleasures of a young girl becoming a woman.
Satanism taught that to ignore these pleas was unforgivable, that ultimate physical gratification should be offered to every man and woman, and Levi considered these two no exceptions.
Oh, I'm going to enjoy every precious second of our brief time together . . . I'm going to show you a world you never knew existed . . . And when I've done with you, Kathi and Patricia Davies, you'll fall on your trembling knees to thank me!
Chapter Six
As might have been expected, neither Lisa nor Holly made it to work that day. In fact, Holly could not even remember shutting off the alarm when she finally awoke at seven thirty. No one had bothered to notice the time when the three of them finally surrendered to sleep, but the sun was already high above the smoggy horizon as they pulled the rumpled covers over their faces and fell asleep.
Lisa called in and presented an almost believable account of her harrowing night stranded on the fog bound Coast Highway between Monterey and San Francisco with a broken fan belt and a resulting dead battery. That was one of her best stories - some forgotten boyfriend along the line had concocted it for her. Employers usually bought it because it was so unusual; running out of gas was an excuse no one would fall for.
As Holly listened to her rattling off her heart-rending tale on the kitchen phone, she found herself almost buying it. She was smiling when she came back in, so it looked as though the boss had gone for it.
"Well, he didn't bat an eye," she bragged as she came into the living room where another fire was crackling in the fireplace. "Of course, I may be fired tomorrow when I go in. But he said some new girl had just dropped in looking for a dancing gig . . . and he's gonna let her try out. It's just Bruce's cheap-ass way of getting a free dancer. He'll probably tell her around midnight that he can't use another girl after all, but 'leave your number.' Or maybe he'll hire her, if she's got anything, and dump me when I walk in tomorrow night."
"You're lucky," said Holly looking up from her hot chocolate, "At least you've got a fifty-fifty chance. I don't have to guess ... I know that bastard night bartender will call Todd and get me fired. He's been dreaming of this moment."
Lisa's success had made her optimistic. "Why don't you call him anyway. Use the same story I used . . . you're only an hour late now. Maybe he'd let you come in late."
Holly laughed. "Are you kidding? I've already missed the cocktail rush. What's the point of having me around now that business is thinning out? No, I think I'll just wait and try my luck with Todd tomorrow. That'll give me all night to think up a really good alibi; and he'll have time to cool off."
Everyone suddenly froze absolutely still as the phone rang from the kitchen. No one made a move to answer it.
"One thing's for sure . . . it's not for me," said Richard. "You guys expecting a call?"
Lisa and Holly eyed each other questioningly.
"Do you suppose it's Todd?" asked Lisa. "Maybe I should answer it and tell him you're not back from out-of-town yet. That way he'll be more inclined to believe you when you call him tomorrow."
Holly shook her head. "You know Todd doesn't have our number. I told you last week he asked for it but I told him we didn't have a phone. It couldn't be him . . . unless he got the number from one of the girls. Maybe you'd better answer it to be sure."
Lisa took her time walking to the kitchen, and caught it on the fourth ring. "Hello."
"Hello. Is that you, Lisa?"
"Yeah . . . who's this?" she replied.
"Levi . . . Levi Terrasa. I just finished work at the bookstore and I was wondering if I might come over. That is . . . unless you and Holly have other plans."
Lisa leaned around the door frame so she could see Holly sprawled on the carpet by the fire. "Wow, I don't think we have anything lined up, Levi. Unless Holly had something planned she hasn't told me about." She clearly telegraphed her message to Richard and Holly, and they nodded their approval. "Sure, come on over. Richard is here ... we could maybe have a little party."
"That sounds pretty good," said Levi without a trace of enthusiasm. "I've got some fantastic Acapulco gold pot that slipped by the Operation Intercept fellows . . . I'll bring some over if you'd like."
"Man, the last thing any of us need is more dope," confessed Lisa, "But never let it be said that I turned down a free high. Bring it along . . . What time are you coming? We'll be getting hungry pretty soon, but we can wait for you if you're coming right away. We'll be starving again anyway after a couple of joints, so we might as well make one big number of it."
"I should be there in one hour. If you'd like to wait, that would be fine." His voice still carried all the sparkle of a mortuary PR man. "I'll see you then . . . Good-bye."
"Levi is on his way out from the city," announced Lisa after hanging the receiver back on the wall base. "He's bringing some goodies for us, so I told him we'd wait before going out to get food. Hope that was okay."
The mention of food seemed to spark new life in Richard. "Chow! Man, that's a beautiful idea ..." He quickly feigned an over-done hangdog sheepishness, "... Except I have absolutely no coins. Could one of you guys maybe lend me a little? You know, maybe enough for a grilled cheese on rye?"
Holly slugged his shoulder teasingly. "Come on now, stop being cute. You know we won't let you starve. See if you can find your shoes ... it may take you an hour to dig em up in all this rubble."
"I'll find them all right, you'd better worry about getting some panties on." Richard playfully shoved his hand under Holly's wrinkled nightgown and pinched the delicate softness of her inner thigh before she leaped out of his reach.
"Okay, wise ass, keep that up and you'll get yours!"
Richard grinned from ear to ear. "I'm counting on it, baby . . . I'm counting on it."
Chapter Seven
The second and third bowls of carob and vanilla-bean natural ice cream at Alison's organic restaurant were like giant helpings of ambrosia to Levi, Richard and the two girls after finishing that fourth thick joint of marijuana on the way down from Lafayette. It was so wonderfully rich and smooth it seemed to slip down their throats without the bother of swallowing it.
Holly kept having the nagging notion that everyone in the crowded cafe was an undercover narcotics agent, and they all knew she was stoned; just sitting there waiting for the right chance to nail her. She was able to dismiss all that foolishness as just drug-induced paranoia, one of the avocational hazards of turning on illegally. One quick look around the faces of the crowd was even more reassuring; nearly everyone packed into the tiny wooden booths looked even more stoned than they did. There was something vaguely enheartening about being among brothers of the Zig-Zag papers, a brand of cigarette rolling paper, almost a falsely reassuring sense of safety and sanctuary from the omnipresent clutches of the law.
She hated to leave when the last smear of ice cream had been spooned from the huge bowls; but Levi had proved to be the bearer of more ill-gotten spoils than he had mentioned on the phone.
When they were all back in the relative privacy of his car, Levi pulled a tiny yellow envelope from under the rubber floor mat at his feet.
"Super-speed!" he ceremoniously proclaimed, "And it's bound to be good, 'cause I burned a jive pusher for it!"
"You what!?" exclaimed Lisa from the back seat.
"Oh, don't worry. I was cool about it. There's this black dude that's been after me for weeks to get him some of that good Gold we were smoking ..." He paused there to get his fuzzy thoughts in better order. "Anyway, he even started bugging me at the store, that's just not a good scene at all. So I sold him a couple of lids for twenty each, and I cut it down with catnip and some shitty green stuff I picked by the side of the Interstate in Iowa this summer. He might get high from the crap, but more likely he'll just get a big headache."
It took a long, quiet few seconds for all that to sink in. "Wow, that's a pretty heavy story," said Holly, "Burn scenes really scare the shit out of me. 1 mean, people get killed for doing what you did."
Levi only laughed. "Not the cool ones . . . You've gotta' know who to burn and who not to. This guy's a loser anyway. He'd probably never know if he was smoking dog turds instead of grass. Bums like that expect to be burned . . . you're doing them a favor."
Richard suddenly began feverishly rolling down his cracked window. "Hey, let's talk about something else. You're putting me on a real downer."
Levi turned the ignition on and the bruised relic came slowly to life. "You're right . . . we'll change the subject. Anyway, ' just told you about Leroy - that's the spade guy's name - because I bought these amphetamine capsules with the money I took from him. Here, pop a couple and you'll see why I call 'em super-speed."
It was nearly three quarters of an hour before the "speed" began to take effect, but when it did, it was like a hundred Sylvania Blue Dots popping off at once. Like those newsreel films of the Beatles at Shea Stadium with wall-to-wall cameras flashing like a thousand inaudible gun reports flashing in the darkness. That was exactly the way it affected you, speeding up everything until the world whizzing by in the car windows took on a surrealistic light-show effect, as if some giant strobe light in the sky was controlling the animation. Like one of those nickel flip-books from the childhood of another era, with all the unreal characters jerkily lifting and lowering their arms and legs as you flipped the tiny pages past.
The City basin was still hazy, streaked with the residue of a full day of clogged freeways choked with thousands of smog-belching autos, but the brighter lights managed to twinkle anyway, sparkling defiantly through the soupy miasma that hung like a vaporous shroud over the far-reaching expanse of San Francisco that stretched across the bay from them as they climbed higher into the dry, brushy hills of Berkeley.
"Hey, where the hell are we?" muttered Richard, his head lifting momentarily from its resting place in Lisa's willing lap. "We've been driving long enough to be in Los Angeles."
Levi had been the last to knuckle under to the powerful amphetamine, but now. he too was floating in space, drifting like a lost wisp of a cloud, wheeling the old car through the narrow, twisting turns on his instincts alone.
"We're somewhere near Walnut Creek," offered Levi, "Hell, we might even be in Walnut Creek for all I know ... or care. Fuck, that stuff was something else . . . I'm wiped out of my mind."
There was a ripple of acknowledgement from the others, but no one seemed to possess the desire to go through all the tiring strain of speaking. Finally, Levi broke the silence once more. "I don't know about you guys, but that shit made me hornier than a bitch in heat ... It must have been the speed; I don't think Alison put anything in the ice cream."
Richard pulled himself up from his cozy rest and sat up once again. "You know, Levi . . . you might just have a real idea there, baby ... I mean ... I mean, I'm getting a hard on just thinking about a little strange right about now."
That poked a sore point with Lisa.
"What'ya mean, 'a little strange'? You've got the best right here ... Why settle for hamburgers when you could have steak?" She reached playfully for Richard's crotch and he doubled up in a tight ball, screaming like she'd yanked his cock right out of his body.
"Cut out all the crap, man," ordered Levi, "I was serious about getting some fresh pussy."
Richard quickly slipped into a serious mask. "I'm all ears, master. "... and eight inches of hot dick." She had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing.
"More like two inches of limp celery," she teased.
There was a definite sinister seriousness to Levi's voice when he spoke again. "Did you hear me, Richard? Remember the night with Lenny DeLong . . . before he went back to France? Those two surfer chicks from Santa Cruz we picked up on the beach?"
Richard fondly recalled the long night just a year ago. It brought a wistful stirring in his loins even now whenever he remembered those delectable, eager teeny-boppers and the way the three of them had put them through the paces. They'd fought it at first, he recalled, but it was a different story before the sun began to peek over the tops of the mountains. What a night that had been!
"You do remember those girls, don't you Richard?"
"Do I!?" exclaimed Richard. "You haven't found two more like those, have you? I've got such a hard on now, I think I could handle them both myself, and ..."
"Just hold on, sweetheart," interrupted Lisa. "You've got more than enough for you to handle right here in the back seat. And there's more up front if you want to be greedy."
Levi squinted through the fogged-over windshield as if he was looking for something alongside the winding, empty road.
"There just might be a way to keep everybody happy, provided you people don't mind running a little risk," said Levi. "I think I've got the perfect plan to cap off the night just right."
Everyone just stared blankly at their driver and apparent decision maker, waiting for him to explain.
"What'ya say we roust a couple of teeny-boppers and have a little fun? I've seen a half dozen already parked back in the trees and bushes along this lover's lane. They wouldn't be expecting company . . . and what's the harm in a little fun?"
There was a pregnant silence, then Holly spoke. "I ... I don't know. It sounds like we could get in a lot of trouble. I'm not sure it's such a good idea. Maybe ..."
"Who asked you to think, baby!?" bellowed Levi. "If I say it's a good idea, then it's a good idea!"
"Okay ... Okay," replied Holly softly, "Whatever you want is okay with me."
Levi brought the car to a dead stop in the center of the deserted road, then backed it to a turn-out maybe fifty yards behind them. He rolled down his side window, and peered into the darkness, searching the roadside below where the highway wound snake-like down the mountain. "I think I've spotted our prey, gang. There's an old Chevy down there that's got teen-ager written all over it. I'll go in real easy like . . . Richard, you and Lisa stay down out of sight. They'll just think we're another couple of parkers once they see we're not cops."
He eased the car down the tight, steep turn and wheeled into the littered entrance of the narrow trail where the old Chevy was parked. His headlights went out, and the parking lights came on as they approached the silver gray car. Someone peered from behind the back seat as they silently coasted to a halt, then disappeared again as the well-worn vehicle proved not to be a sleek, dome-topped police cruiser.
Levi rummaged through the glove compartment until he found his flashlight.
"Richard, you come with me... you girls can come when I signal you. And get ready for some real fun!"
Chapter Eight
The teen-age boy they found curled up with his girl in the back seat was really like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He quickly pulled his pussy moistened fingers from under the cute, young girl's skirt and squinted to see who was behind the bright light.
"Well, well. . . what have we found here? I think we may have hit the jackpot, old buddy." They got a better look at the girl as the couple adjusted their clothing and sat up on the rear seat. "Are my eyes playing tricks on me," asked Levi, "Or is that a cheerleader's outfit our little miss is wearing?" Richard leaned in the open window for a better look and confirmed his friend's observation. "Been to the big game?" he questioned.
The frightened couple was too numb with terror to answer.
"What's the matter? Are you people afraid of us or something?"
"Sh . . . sh-shouldn't we be?" asked the boy. Levi suddenly roared with laughter, throwing his hands in the air and bringing them down with a slap on his knees. "Hey, would you look at that! He can talk! Let's get him out here and see what else he can do."
The youngster was suddenly bravely defiant. "No! You can't make me ... Go away and leave us alone. We haven't done anything to you."
Levi's laughter quickly turned to a wrinkled scowl. "You want to reconsider that, little man?" He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out something even Richard hadn't expected - a small, single-action .38 revolver! He brought it slowly around in front of his body and rested it threateningly on the window ledge. "Well, how 'bout it? You going to co-operate.. . . or do I have to start changing the rules."
The young boy was trembling with fear as he looked down the stubby barrel of Levi's gun. "P-please . . . we'll do anything you say . . . only don't use that gun . . . please ... we won't give you any trouble. If it's money you want, I've only got a few dollars . . . but you can take my car. IT won't call the police . . . honest..."
Levi seemed more relaxed now that the boy had decided to co-operate. "That's more like it, kid. Now come on out here where I can see you better . . . and no quick moves coming out of that car or I might get trigger-happy."
"Levi . . . Levi, this is getting out of hand," whispered Richard. "You didn't say anything about a gun. Let's just leave 'em here and cut out of here."
Levi glared right through him like a laser, "When did you start giving orders, mother-fucker? I'm running this show, and don't you forget it for a second, 'ya hear?"
Both the boy and the girl were out of the back seat now, dimly illuminated in the light from Levi's parking lights. Neither looked more than fifteen or sixteen, and the girl, a pert blonde with a built-in tan, was wearing a blue and white pleated cheerleader's skirt with a blue wool blouse that was nearly covered across the front with an enormous W.
"Who won the game, sweetie?" asked Levi with a sinister smirk, "Or did you and Mr. All American here leave early to get in a little fucking before Mommie wants you in?"
The girl's face was trembling with a combination of half rage and half fear. "We won the game! And even though it's none of your business, we didn't do anything wrong . . . Just a little ... a little making out, that's all!"
"Wow, she's a real fireball," laughed Richard, "She might be too hot for you to handle all alone, good buddy."
The boy's arm suddenly tightened around his girlfriend's shoulders. "Wha . . . what did you mean by that? What are you going to do to us? Tell me! What're you going to do?"
Levi suddenly snatched the young girl out of his grip and threw her roughly to the ground at his feet. The boy made a quick, abortive move in his direction, but Levi stopped him with the revolver's barrel tight against his forehead. "Whoa there, tiger! Remember what I told you about quick moves? Now get back against the car, and next time I won't be so easy on you."
"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked the frightened youngster cowering at his knees.
"Priscilla," she answered softly, "A-Are you . . . going to hurt me?" Warm tears were beginning to streak her carefully applied make-up.
"Hurt you?" replied Levi with a sneer, "Why should I want to hurt a pretty little thing like you? We're just looking for some fun, that's all. And if you're a good girl, I'll be sure nobody hurts you . . . But if you want to be cute like your boyfriend, I won't make any promises. You dig?"
She nodded dejectedly, her head to the ground.
"First, I want to see what's under that jazzy little outfit. I've always wondered how cheerleaders looked without their little bee-bop suits . . . Get it off, sweetie, and don't waste any time!"
Slowly, in her dazed hypnotic stage of fear, Priscilla freed the nylon zipper at the back of her neck, and then tremblingly began to pull the wool sweater over her head.
"Prissy! Don't . . . Don't do it!" shouted the boy, but this time he didn't edge even an inch away from the car.
"I've got to, Billy. He's got a gun, Billy . . . he's got a gun." Levi held the flashlight on her trim, girlish figure as she dropped the sweater on the dirt beside her.
"Ooooo-ee, you've got some nice little titties there, baby. You sure could have fooled me," said Richard. Somehow the whole scene didn't look so awful to him any more.
She kept her eyes glued to the ground as she knelt between the two men, and Levi explored the soft, ripe mounds of her young breasts with the beam of his flashlight, focusing on the small, pink circles on the peaks of her firm, high tits, and the tiny, soft nipples that suddenly hardened as they felt the chill night air and the cold stare of Levi and Richard.
"Stand up and get the skirt off," Levi ordered, "Let's see what other little surprises you've got hidden away."
Unable to watch any more, the young boy whirled away from the lurid scene and buried his face under his arms on the roof of the car.
Priscilla climbed obediently to her feet, and unzipped her short skirt. She hesitated a moment as the zipper reached bottom, but let it fall to the ground around her ankles, then bent over to pick it up, giving the two men a full, unobstructed view of her long, smooth unblemished back and the supple trimness of her long, thin legs. "The panties too!" insisted Levi, but Richard countermanded his instructions.
"Hold it! Leave 'em right where they are," he told her. "I think it's time we dealt in the girls, if it's all right with you, pal."
Levi smiled in agreement, and turned to the car where Lisa and Holly crouched out of sight, obeying their orders to the letter. "Okay, girls, come on out and join the party!"
Priscilla tried vainly to cover her near-nakedness with her folded arms as the girls stepped from the parked car, but Richard pulled her hands back to her sides, leaving her uncovered and vulnerable to their appraising stares.
"I think our little playmate is embarrassed to have you girls see her naked like this," said Levi matter-of-factly, "And I wouldn't want to see the pretty little thing unhappy, so let's see a lot more bare skin around here . . . get your clothes off, now!"
Lisa was quick to complain. "Come on now, it's cold out here. I don't want to run around naked out here in the open like this, and besides ..."
Levi cut her off like a faucet with one cold, vicious stare. "Now!"
Lisa and Holly obligingly stripped down to their panties, piling their clothes on the hood of Levi's car. Priscilla's boyfriend was suddenly taking an interest in what was going on, and he tried without success to eye the older girl's fully-developed, luscious figures without being noticed. "You like it, now, huh?" asked Levi. "Now that you can ogle these young women, it's all right. Is that the way you think, little man?"
Embarrassed and flushed with bright red splotches, Billy tried to look away, but Richard spun him back toward Lisa and Holly. "Go get a better look! Go on!" He shoved him toward the two girls and he collided head-on with Lisa's large, firm breasts. "I think the young man wants to feel your titties, Lisa. Don't make the little fellow unhappy . . . give him what he wants."
Humiliated, the young boy tried once more to get away, but again Richard turned him back; holding him securely against Lisa's bulging breasts as they tauntingly rubbed against his chest. Lisa was soon caught in the spirit of things herself, and she began to seductively rub her hardened nipples over the boy's face and chest, lifting the heavy fullness of her breasts and teasingly stroking his lips with the jutting tips of her soft tits.
"Hey!" shouted Holly, "Look who's got a hard on!" She doubled the hapless boy's abject humiliation by pointing at the tell-tale bulge under his pants, running in an obvious ridge along the inside of his thigh. He couldn't will it away; no matter how much he tried it only grew harder.
Lisa's eyes sparkled as she hurriedly yanked the boy's zipper down; but he stubbornly clutched at the waistband of his trousers. "Come on, baby," she purred, "I just wanna see that big, hard snake you've got tucked away down there. How 'bout it, just one little peek?"
He tried to avoid looking at her, but it made no difference. She pulled his clenched fists away from his pants, and he reluctantly released his tight grip as Richard tightened his on the boy's arm. "That's better , sweetie. Just relax. Nobody's going to get your cherry."
Even Priscilla managed a brief snicker at that remark, but she quickly bowed her head to the ground when she realized what she'd done.
Lisa pulled his pants down over his narrow frame until they were piled at his feet, and he was left standing in his clean, white jockey shorts. She wasted no time removing those; she felt him shiver from head to toe as his budding manhood snapped into view. Priscilla looked up from her self-imposed posture of servility and gaped wide-eyed as his young sapling of a cock shot out like a freshly-hewn arrow from his nearly bare pelvis. A tiny, brushy clump of new pubic hairs clustered around the thin base of his long, lean prick.
Lisa dropped to her bare knees in the dirt, and hurriedly slipped the wildly-throbbing shaft between her eager, hungry lips. This was one dick she was looking forward to sucking; it was like a piece of fresh, virginal meat on her greedily nibbling lips. The boy was quaking like a wind-blown leaf as she gobbled up the full, lean length of his member, hollowing her cheeks as the thin shaft bent painfully to fit inside her mouth.
She rolled the pulsing, blood-filled tip around in the warm wetness of her mouth and rocked her head back, beginning the slow, tantalizing rhythm she had in store for the young man.
But the great plans were quickly laid to rest. As her hard tongue lovingly prodded the tiny, eye-like slit in the swollen tip, he groaned aloud in helpless shame and his young loins suddenly exploded with a magnitude that surprised even Lisa. As if it had been damned up for sixteen years, the hot, seething flood burst from his hairless balls and down the back of her hungry, gulping throat passage, and then, and only then, did she let the limp, deflated knob fall from her wet lips.
Priscilla was seemingly unaware that anyone might be watching her eagerly soak up the delightfully forbidden scene unfolding in front of her eyes. She didn't really care who might see her eyeing her boyfriend's long, hard cock as it pumped its white, sticky load into the naked girl's clasping lips. Her eyes were wide with child-like amazement as she witnessed this new, wickedly exciting way to satisfy a man. She'd heard of it from the older girls; but she would never have dreamed it was quite like this.
She failed to notice when Levi unzippered his hairy loins just a few inches from her face; nor did she see him pull his rubbery penis out of the opening in his pants.
"I hope you learned your lesson well, baby," he said to her as she quickly pulled her gaze away from Billy and Lisa. "Cause it's your turn now!"
"No-no . . . no, I could never do that . . . please. It's dirty . . . please," she whimpered, as if begging for her life. "Don't make me do it . . . please!"
But Levi was in no mood for argument; without so much as another word, he grabbed her short blonde hair and twisted it into two excruciatingly painful grips between his strong fingers. Her mouth opened as she tried to scream, but he quickly plugged the opening with his thick fleshy organ, cramming it between her ovaled lips until it banged against the tender protesting moisture of her tonsils. She immediately gagged on the bulky knob, and tried to squirm away, but he held her painfully positioned like a blonde, furry ball rammed onto the tip of his prick, and viciously shoved his stiffening rod down the virginal channel of her clasping throat.
His bulky cock hardened within seconds until it stood out ramrod-straight and hard from his abdomen, and he eased back not at all as she choked again and again on its stiff, thick length.
"You'd better relax those throat muscles, honey, or I'll come out the back of your head! Don't fight it. . . just suck it, sweet thing, suck it!"
In desperation, she tried to do as he had said, and soon she found the gagging pain had at least partially subsided, and as she relaxed the stretched muscles of her throat passage as it trying to swallow the swollen bulbous head of his organ, the deep, plundering thrusts became nearly bearable.
She had to fight the urge to choke or gag, for she knew this was the only way to keep her fragile, tender passage intact. It felt like warm marble as it glided over her moist tongue, its full rock-hard length bending as it angled down her innocent throat.
Billy stood by helplessly, lamely watching his virginal young girlfriend, Prissy kneeling in unflinching servitude at the feet of this total stranger; she almost seemed to be enjoying it as he sawed into her pursed, clasping lips in long, deep thrusts that seemed to go in incredibly as inch after inch of his wet, glistening penis disappeared down her quivering throat tunnel.
"You'll have to do better than that! Suck it good! Lick it clean!" roared Levi.
She began to swirl her tiny narrow tongue around the enormously swelled head, and felt it harden even more under her gentle, uneasy touch.
"That's it, baby! Lick it good and clean!"
Richard was right behind the trembling young girl, watching wild-eyed as the delicate, ripening young woman bobbed like a cork at his friend's pistoning loins. He could see the gleaming shaft pull nearly free of her stretched lips, pulling the tender inner portion of her lips out until Levi reached the backside of his bucksawing movement, then the wet, blood-veined rod would quickly slither back into the warm, inviting depths of her soft throat passage, as if swallowed up and gulped down into her young belly.
"Oh, fuck! I can't stand this any longer," exclaimed Richard, yanking off his trousers. He nearly lost his balance as he stood on one foot to pull the leg from his other foot. But in a few short seconds, he was naked from the waist down, and his aching pole jutted out like the boom of a sailing ship, swinging before him as he stood there stripped in front of Billy and the two girls.
Billy made a half-hearted start toward his girl, but this time he was persuaded, rather than forced, to back down. Holly grasped his youthful genitals tenderly and pulled them toward her flat, bare belly, rubbing the sensitive nob of his prick against her own naked flesh until his eager sapling was hard once more. She backed carefully toward the open car door, and pulled the unresisting young man onto her as she sprawled invitingly onto the rear seat, her uncovered cunt, already moist, and fully opened to his approach. As his firm, taut body collapsed on hers, she skillfully guided his pulsing young cock into the eager, clutching grasp of her wet, hungry pussy, sucking him in like quicksand as his long, thin shaft burrowed deep into her belly.
Richard dropped to his knees behind the young girl; she failed to hear him coming as she sucked obediently on Levi's hardened penis. He lifted her bodily onto all fours, and Levi obligingly sank to his knees to give his friend unhampered access to the delicious delicacy of the girl's moist, quivering crevice. She tried to say something - to scream loudly her objection - but Levi answered her with an even deeper, pounding lunge that sank his cock to the hilt in her throat, crushing her nose against his hair-covered pelvis.
With his thumbs, Richard spread the soft, yielding mounds of her tiny buttocks, and found the warm wetness of her inviting slit. The pink, fleshy lips parted easily as he sought the wet, puckered flanges of her vagina. His stiffened rod shot up between her thighs as she knelt before him, as if drawn by some unseen force to the satisfying warmth of her fleshy vaginal passage.
His grotesquely swollen knob found what he was searching for, and with a wet, slithering pop, split the remains of her hymen and poked between the pink clasping lips of her tight young cunt. "Oh God," he heard her mumble around Levi's cock in her mouth. He gave one deep, soul-satisfying moan as his burning organ sank sweetly into the clutching, liquid depths of her pussy. The walls were tight, and they squeezed his thick staff painfully as he burrowed toward her belly, but they were already wet and pliable, and they parted in quivering ripples of flesh as he filled her young channel tightly.
Her pitiful groans of fleeting pain around his cock and the sheer visual stimulus of watching his buddy skewering the small innocent girl from behind was more than Levi could stand. His balls, swollen to aching fullness, quickly drained in a gush of warm liquid that Priscilla gulped down avidly, savoring her first delicious taste of life-giving manhood, as spurt after spurt emptied down her gulping throat.
She opened her eyes for the first time since his cock slipped between her lips, and caught a quick glimpse of a confusing tangle of legs and more legs dangling from the rear seat of Billy's car. She knew the two older girls were in there with her Billy satisfying him like she could never hope to do and a strange masochistic desire to debase herself completely overwhelmed her shamed young mind.
"I'll show him . . . I'll show all of them! Those two aren't the only women here! I'm not a little girl like they think I am!"
She ground her hips savagely back against Richard's loins as he rocked into her soft channel from behind. Levi's rubbery knob sagged from her ovaled lips. A deep, throaty moan began to rumble from deep inside her as she began to lose control to the raging inferno of animal passion suddenly unleashed in her aching belly and her mouth began to unconsciously spit out the strange, but exciting, obscenities she had heard coming from her mother's bedroom at night.
"Fuck me hard! Hard! Split me open with your big cock! Harder! Harder!" She deliberately yelled loudly enough for Billy to hear her and shoved her ass tightly against Richard's sweat-soaked pelvis, grinding her soft buttocks against the matted hair of his loins as he rammed his way into her deeper and deeper.
She could feel the throbbing head of his swollen shaft deep in her belly; it seemed to be about to rip through her body and blast out the other side. It seemed to grow harder every time she clenched the powerful muscles of her buttocks, tightening her savage grip on his genitals as they squirmed deeper into his virginal depths. His balls smacked wetly against her upturned clitoris on every downward lunge, enhancing her passionate fulfillment even more. Richard gritted his teeth as he fought to hold back his burning, raging flood until she was totally satisfied.
"Ooooooh . . . oooooooohh . . . OOOOOOOHHHHHHH! Oh my God, what's happening to me! What's happening?! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHhhhhh ..."
As her taut, hungrily clasping passage suddenly filled with her orgasmic juices, flowing for the first time in her life, Richard dropped the straining barriers in his scorching loins, and loosed the raging torrent of sperm stored so painfully in his sorely stretched testicles. Again and again he shivered his load into her young passage, holding her tightly with bother's hands gripping her narrow hips, lifting her completely off the ground as he pounded the last of his climax into her eager, receptive orifice.
He loosed his grip on her trimly bulging hips and she collapsed on her face on the dirt, her whole body heaving uncontrollably as she struggled to fill her emptied lungs with new air.
Richard quickly looked around him. sizing up everyone's location. Lisa was with the young boy in the back seat of the car; there was a pair of feet that had to be Levi's jutting from the opened front window.
Gently, he slipped his arms under the still trembling teenager, and lifted her easily to his chest. Her parched, quivering lips fastened warmly on his as he carried her to the other car, leaving her clothes behind in a scattered pile in the dirt.
She purred like a will-fed cat as he laid her on her side gently on the front seat, and crawled in beside her on the narrow bench. A soul-rendering, mournful moan slipped from her throat as he doubled her knees against her firm ripening breasts and eased his half-limp organ into the wet juicy folds of her pussy, pumping slowly and softly until the rubbery nub of his cock could grow hard again ...
Chapter Nine
Lisa and Holly and Richard and Levi were still flying high from the amphetamine when they straggled back into the girls' Lafayette home well into the morning, leaving behind them somewhere in the dark hills a totally bewildered and debauched young couple who'd long remember this night. No one speculated on how Priscilla and Billy would be affected by what happened to them; no one really cared. That was all in the past, and living belonged to the present.
Holly opened a bottle of Blue Nun and passed it around to the others; it soon vanished, and the four of them were still soaring like kites on the speed. Levi offered the solution: a proposal nobody liked at first. The only sure way to come down soft and easy from this speed was to shoot-up with some high-grade heroin, he said.
Lisa and Holly were adamant about it at first; but even they relented after three or four more long hours of painful "crashing" had dragged by. Levi went to his car alone, and came back with just enough clean "smack" to bring them down like a gas balloon from the speed trip. Richard produced the needle and eye-dropper from his handy knapsack, and within a few minutes, things were starting to look better. . . and better . . . and better.
That was on Thursday night - really Friday morning - and it was the standard-bearer for a long drug orgy that lasted until Sunday night. Parts of the group dropped out and disappeared for a while; Levi on Friday to open the book store (though he closed it three hours later); Lisa to work one shift at the club and find a replacement for Saturday and Sunday. Holly pulled herself in shape long enough to find out the job had, indeed, been yanked from under her. But that didn't spoil the fun in the least; she could always get another waitress job. Even Richard vanished for a while on Saturday - no one really knew where - but was back in time for some hastily assembled chow Saturday night.
Levi announced to everyone on Sunday afternoon that they were to shoot-up the remaining amphetamine crystals and wait for his return around seven-thirty. He promised a big surprise when he got back.
But no one would have dared guess how big a surprise his next move would be.
Chapter Ten
Lawrence and Patricia Davies, the woman Levi lusted over so much in the bookstore, had returned from evening church services at eight forty-five, the same as they always did on Sunday evenings. Also as usual, Kathi and Kerry had managed to find excuses for staying at home; this time it was that old stand-by, homework. That one had always worked, so it was the first one called on when no real reason could be found.
Neither of the Davies' offspring had devoted a minute to their studies while the senior Davies were in church, but neither had they really fooled anyone. Pat and Lawrence knew the children preferred Sunday night television to a watered-down version of Reverend Capper's morning sermon. If the truth were known, they, too, would have preferred Ed Sullivan or Bonanza, but there were appearances to be maintained. Especially with so many of Lawrence's accounting clients regular active members of Morningside Church. It wouldn't do, he always said, to have any of the paying customers think they had an atheist doing their monthly payroll and tax returns.
Patricia had kept enough meat loaf and mashed potatoes aside from mid-day dinner to make a fairly respectable warmed-over supper for the two of them. She knew the kids probably stuffed themselves with Coke and cookies while they were away, so it didn't usually pay to save them anything anyway.
Lawrence had headed straight for his garage-cum-study tacked on the side of their rambling, split-level house in Berkeley. Patricia knew he really spent most of his working hours out there watching the Sunday night re-runs of the weekend's best football, but she always pretended not to notice. What difference did it make, as long as he provided for his family, she always asked herself. And that was something he'd always done well; better than she'd hoped for twenty years ago when they met on a blind date at San Jose State. She was there killing time, working on some meaningless junior college degree to keep from facing the inevitabilities of marriage or a career. Lawrence wasn't even that lucky; he'd been stationed at El Toro during the war, and decided to stay on when the hostilities were over. Only Lawrence found the hostilities had just begun. There wasn't much demand for supply sergeants in post-war California, or anywhere else for that matter. Two years of washing dishes, scrubbing toilets, sweeping walks, and just about any other lousy job you could name, had brought him to the college. Night school at first, where he met Pat.
She was taking a remedial economics course to make up for the one she'd slept through the term before, and he was taking anything he could get, just to build up some credits. A mutual friend paired them up for a party his girl friend was throwing in San Francisco; and the rest was on the record. Married in Vegas, two more years of day-and-night work until Lawrence could finish the requirements for his business administration degree at San Francisco State, and then Kathi came along. Quite unexpectedly, too, not that it mattered now. Little Kerry followed three years later; but by then they were painfully building Lawrence's accounting business in fast-growing San Francisco.
The rambling split-level was from the peak years, the middle fifties when everything the Davies touched seemed to turn to gold. Business was soaring, Lawrence had so many clients he had to hire an assistant and rent a suite of offices over a doctor in the nearby shopping center.
Yes, everything was perfect in those years, but the tinsel and glitter was gone now, swept away by the advent of the computer. Centralized data services could perform the rote functions of small accountants, and at less cost with far greater efficiency. They proved to be almost deadly for Lawrence Davies, a man who found it hard to roll with the burgeoning times. Most of the real business he still held onto today came from old friends and church members -people who could never look him in the eye if they succumbed to the temptations of the computer age. That was why Morningside Church continued to play such an active role in the Davies' life; it was really their source of spiritual fulfillment; without it they'd be just another pair of dull statistics, faceless casualties of automation.
Pat finished the warmed-over meat loaf and potatoes alone. She'd called Lawrence three times on the kitchen Hot Line, as the kids liked to call it. It was one of Lawrence's weekend projects, an intercom between the kitchen and his study in the remodeled garage.
She hardly gave it any thought. Lawrence was often like that; sometimes he'd be so engrossed in a pile of figures he wouldn't come out for hours on end. Pat had just learned to accept it; and to go ahead without him if he didn't answer on the third try.
She piled the dishes neatly in the shabby, old Sears dishwasher, another holdover from the Golden Years, and left them for later, in case there were anymore dishes and bowls to be washed by bedtime. That, too, was another part of Patricia Davies' Daily Routine, a strictly-adhered-to timetable of do's and don't's that twenty years of relatively successful marriage had taught her. Sometimes she daydreamed about how things might have been if she'd married Patrick Godwin when she had the chance. He'd gone on to inherit one of the world's largest copper mines, and she caught snatches of his Society Page social whirl once in a while. But even that was not something she really seriously thought about; the only real, serious interests Pat Davies could claim were her family and her collection of old poetry. The books gave her a satisfaction in life she couldn't find anywhere else. In her specialty field, she was a respected expert, owner of one of California's best collections. And it was nice, sometimes, to be known for something all your own. Not for your husband's money, or your husband's name, but for something uniquely and specially your own.
She brought Kathi, her young teenage daughter, a heaping bowl of vanilla ice cream, as she'd promised, and carried the bowl back to the dishwasher when it was licked clean.
She buzzed one last time for Lawrence, and decided to go see for herself what could possibly be so interesting about a book full of quarterly statement figures from Harrison's Hardware and Tool Rental.
Pat Davies opened the door to Lawrence's study, and stepped down the wooden stairs . . . and into another world - and a night she would never forget.
Chapter Eleven
Pat quickly stifled a scream as she came face to face with the nightmare that had somehow taken over her husband's study. It didn't seem real at first; so incredibly out of place that she first thought it was some sort of joke.
But one look at Lawrence's face told her it was no joke. He was seated at his desk just as the hooded intruders had found him when they pried open the screen in the part of the garage still used for storage, and climbed in. She could only stand there, one foot on the top step, the other on the second, caught in mid-stride, and stare at the two men and two women that were lined against the opposite imitation-walnut wall. The girls were wearing jeans, the men khaki work-pants; but the black T-shirts and the hoods more than accomplished their purpose: Pat was paralyzed with fear, her mouth half-open, but unable to utter a sound. Finally one of the men broke the silence.
"We've been waiting for you, Mrs. Davies. Won't you come in and join us? We've just been having a friendly chat with your husband." It was then she noticed the small revolver the man was holding; in the shock of finding four hooded strangers in her home, she'd forgotten to notice if they were armed.
"What. . . what do you want?" she asked weakly. "Who are you people?"
The man with the gun laughed; she could see his eyes squint through the narrow slits in the hood. "We'll ask the questions, if you don't mind. I want you to pull yourself together real neat like, 'cause we're going in the living room with the rest of the family. You wouldn't want to be impolite and keep us out here in the garage, would you?"
"What do you want in the living room? We have no money here ... no jewels. We're not rich people. If it's money you're after, why don't you go to Pacific Heights? We've got nothing you want." Her voice was beginning to crack as she thought of the children innocently watching television just a few feet away.
"Oh, you'd be surprised what we're looking for, Pat Davies," said the man. "But you'll find out soon enough. Now, let's all go very quietly into the living room. Mr. Davies, you lead the way. And go in ahead of us to tell the kids, so they won't be screaming or making a lot of noise ... I don't want a lot of noise, you understand? We'll be right behind you, with this gun aimed at your wife, in case you've got any crazy ideas about getting your names in the papers."
Lawrence rose uneasily from his swivel chair. "I give you my word I won't try anything, if you'll only be careful with that gun. I've got two children in there and . . ."
The man with the gun raised his hand to silence Mr. Davies. "Just be cool, Larry old boy. I'm not planning to hurt anybody. I just want to be one of the family, you know what I mean?"
One of the girls laughed, and he motioned Lawrence up the stairs and into the main part of the house. They followed close behind, staying out of sight until he could explain as best he could to Kathi and Kerry that there were some rather unusual visitors in the house. And for them not to be afraid, but do everything the man with the gun asked.
They could see from the look on the youngster's faces that even that forewarning was far from adequate. Kathi burst into tears almost immediately when she saw the hooded figures enter the room, following her mother and father.
One of the females left the room, and returned with four equal pieces of strong rope, retrieved from the window ledge where they'd left it on their way into the house.
Lisa Daniels shivered from the chill as her body was drained of its warmth by the last, powerful jolt of amphetamine. She'd soared so high on speed this time, she knew even the heroin wouldn't bring her back down. The warm Davies' house felt suddenly very cold and damp through the tautly stretched fabric of her black T-shirt. The shirts'd been part of Levi's surprise; they were a part of the rest of it. She couldn't remember agreeing to come along on this crazy hunt, but if Holly and Richard were along, she figured it must be okay. Like distant echoes through a long, hollow pipe, she could hear the Davies and Levi talking back and forth. Sometimes a word or phrase would slip through intact. But mostly sounds and noises. She tried closing her eyes to shut off the blinding flashes that zapped past her face, but they were just as visible with her eyes shut.
The accountant sat between his wife and daughter on the sofa, and Richard stood behind them, eyeing the lovely Kathi Davies.
The pretty seventeen year old brunette had put on white linen shorts and a white jersey pullover top, under which she had a bra and panties. Her legs were bare and a delicious sight indeed from her trim chiseled ankle to the long elegance of her slightly curving thigh which disappeared under the edge of her shorts. The warm ivory skin twitched and quivered, as Kathi became aware of Richard's steady stare, and she lowered her eyes and twisted her fingers together tightly. She was flustered and more than a little afraid. Her long dainty bare toes twisted nervously in her thong sandals and Richard looked down at them. He was trying to imagine the young girl stark naked, under him on the bed, spreading her legs for a really good fucking. He agreed with Levi that the mother would be first, then the ripe young daughter for dessert. What a helluva lot of fun this could turn out to be!
Levi ordered the two women tied together, and Richard took charge of the job. He made them stand up side by side, and then squatted down with a cord in his hands, his eyes greedy detailing the temptingly visible charms of his two captives. Pat Davies was wearing a light blue cotton dress, flesh colored stockings and thonged rubber sandals. Her voluptuous figure excited him, and he could feel his prick hardening as he stared up at her. Pat turned away, red with shame and embarrassment as she saw the hooded man glance up under her skirt to see what she was wearing. It was a white pan tie-girdle whose tabs clung snugly to the tops of her flesh-colored hose.
Levi tied the two male Davies together securely and settled comfortably in a large, overstuffed chair opposite the family. The four of them sat watching the terrified family for a long time, not saying anything, just staring at them endlessly through their narrow eye slits.
"What'ya say we get on with what we come for," asked Richard impatiently. "I'm about ready for a fine piece of tail."
Levi nodded, "How about it, Pat honey? How about you and me knocking off a quickie back there in the bedroom?"
"Oh Lawrence!" Pat tearfully exploded, "Don't let him touch me! Please!"
"Please!" Lawrence Davies hoarsely begged, "You can't mean what you said. Surely you don't plan to ... to ... "
Levi finished it for him. "To screw your old lady? Why shouldn't we? It looks like to me there's plenty for all of us. After all, what's a little fucking among friends?"
"My God, you can't mean that!" Lawrence Davies eyes were wide with horror and revulsion.
"Oh, I'm afraid we do," answered Levi. "But you needn't worry about the clap or anything like that. Me and my buddy here, we're clean. But we might have to rough up the girls here a little if they decide not to come across nice and easy like. So why don't you put it to them and see if they won't make things a little easier on all of us, okay?"
Lawrence Davies tucked desperately at his bound wrists, but Levi only laughed. "You shouldn't take it so hard, my friend. After all, you've had that woman of yours for what . . . about twenty years now. And it's not like we're going to rape them, you know. I mean, we don't want any rough stuff unless it's forced on us. We're going to give the ladies the chance to go into the bedroom all nice and peaceful. I think we're being more than fair, don't you?"
"Oh, Mother, please! Don't let them! I don't want to," Kathi wailed. With her one free hand, Pat Davies leaned over and stroked her daughter's hair, trembling violently as she looked over her shoulder at her husband.
"Oh, Lawrence, please don't let them hurt Kathi. I'll . . . I'll offer myself in her place. Anything . . . she's never had a man before."
Levi considered her proposition as if he really intended to buy it, "Say, that's not a bad deal. You've got a right nice pair of tits there. And the rest looks like it might by okay, too."
"Oh, my God!" Lawrence Davies moaned, bowing his head and closing his eyes. Young Kerry Davies couldn't speak; he just stared across at the couch where his mother and sister sat, and yet in the midst of his frantic worries for their safety, there came a nagging, lascivious desire! He remembered seeing his older sister frigging herself on her bed one Saturday afternoon when everyone, including himself, was supposed to be away. Maybe he would get to see her being fucked! And his mother, too, stripped down naked and made to spread her legs for one or both of these men. He tried to fight the evil thought, but his cock began to stiffen anyway at the prospect.
"I think the broad's offer was a good one," said Richard, "How about let's getting on with it." He knew Levi had no intentions of passing over Kathi, but it was fun to string the Davies along. It gave them something to hope for. He took another look at the young beauty, and caught her eyes looking his way. She quickly turned away, her face flushed with color. Boy, it was going to be great getting this squirmy, nervous little piece of tail out of those teasy shorts and into bed. He'd show her the ropes, give her something she'd never had before and probably never would be lucky enough to get again.
Levi turned to Pat Davies. "I'm ready anytime you are, honey. What'ya say we move it on into the bedroom. I'll be your first fuck."
Helplessly, trembling frantically at the lewdness of those words and of the desperate predicament she now faced. Pat took a deep breath and whispered, "I'll go with you now . . . any time you're ready."
Her mother's instinct had hatched a plan: she would agree to do anything they asked, even more, if they would only leave Kathi alone. She knew she was a virgin, and the thought of her precious baby being raped made her sick to her stomach. She hoped she could reason with them; maybe they'd listen to her plea.
Levi led the way into the bedroom. "You won't regret this move at all, baby. You'll be glad you made the right move when I'm finished with you."
She closed the door behind her and stood waiting, her breasts heaving with the turbulence of her emotion, "I want your word that you won't harm Kathi. I want you to promise me you'll leave her alone. You can do anything you like to me, if you'll just spare her."
Levi left his hood on, for obvious reasons, and kicked off his shoes. "You're not really in a bargaining position, Mrs. Davies, but I'll think about it. Right now you'd better concentrate on making me happy first of all, or there won't be any question about my decision. C'mon . . . let's see what're you made of under that dress."
"My God, please, not my little baby Kathi . . . she's my only daughter. I'd die if anything happened to her. I don't want to see her life ruined. Please!"
"You're talking too much. Besides, my buddy is out there making plans to get inside that kid of yours right now. I'd have a tough time talking him out of it now. And anyway, two broads to fuck are always better than one."
"Don't talk like that.. . please. I'll do anything, but please don't hurt my Kathi."
"We'll talk about that later. Right now, I want you bare-assed naked and ready for fucking."
His hardened cock was poking against the material of his trousers. Pat shuddered and then stooped, catching the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head and shoulders. Levi sucked in his breath and his eyes suddenly glazed with desire. In her bra and panty-girdle, Pat was every bit as beautiful as he imagined she'd be. His eyes fixed on the round, closely-spaced, high-spaced tits, whose brownish nipples could be seen vaguely through the white nylon sheerness of her brassiere. The carnation pink and white tint of her soft, lovely skin was an added stimulant to his ever-growing lust, as was the visible, thick triangular patch of hair at the crotch of her panty-girdle.
"Now the bra," he ordered. Pat reached behind her, unhooked the tight garment, and stood naked to the waist, arms at her sides, bowing her head but not trying to cover the glories of her rapidly swelling breasts. The crinkly circles of her nipples attracted him, and with both hands, he cupped those lovely mounds and lifted their delicious fullness gently. Pat caught her breath and turned her face to one side.
"Now, if that's the way you're gonna be, you can just kiss your daughter's cherry good-bye."
"If... if I'm real nice to you, will you promise to not touch Kathi?" she chokingly whispered.
"Goddamn, you've sure got a one track mind. I'm telling you one last time. Either you treat me right, or there'll damn sure be no deals. You understand?" He pulled her half naked body tight against his, feeling the soft, sweet curve of her breasts against his thin T-shirt. He grabbed her cheeky buttocks and pressed her hard against his rigid prick.
"You see what I've got for you? I'm gonna fuck you till you cream your whole wad, so help me. Now get your back on that bed, and let's see what you can do."
Pat Davies shuddered as she sat down slowly on the edge of the bed - the bed she shared nightly with her husband - and unfastened the panty-girdle, unhooking the garter snaps and yanking it down and off her legs. Her thighs were twitching then as she clenched them tightly, vainly trying to cover up the thickly furred, curly triangle of her cunthole. Levi stepped out of his pants, leaving just his undershorts and T-shirt. Then he sat down beside her, squeezing her titties with both hands, tweaking her hard, brown nipples between his fingers, then crushed his mouth on hers and forced her onto her back. She closed her eyes and thought only of Kathi, vowing to submit without argument if that was what it took to save her darling child. His left hand slid down under her belly towards her crotch, and then she uttered a strangled, "Please, oh please," as she felt his fingers ease inside the quivering, fleshy lips of her pussy. Her legs instinctively clenched together, but Levi roughly shoved them apart again with his fist.
"Keep those legs open, or Kathi gets it for sure," he growled menacingly.
With another fearful gasp, the naked beauty reluctantly relaxed the tension of her thighs, and parted her legs as Levi with a satisfied smirk, probed the warm, moist secrets of her vaginal orifice. She squirmed helplessly as she felt his fingers opening and closing inside her tender, secret love-cleft.
He knelt between her legs now, his stiff prick bobbing between his hairy thighs. He stared down at her fearfully quivering breasts, at the shallow, white plain of her belly and then his hands went once more to the softness of her heaving breasts and he fondled them as he slowly lowered himself until the tip of his prick shed against the forest of her light-brown pussyhair. Drops of perspiration beaded along her high, arching forehead and her eyelids fluttered as she strove to keep her eyes tightly shut to blot out the ugliness of what was about to happen.
"Aaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!" She suddenly jerked, throwing back her head and opening her eyes in startled alarm as she felt his rigid cock press between the soft yielding lips of her pussy and invade her private central sheath. His fingers tightened on her tits, and he suddenly murmured, "You know, you're nice and tight for a bitch with two kids. How old are you, anyway?"
"I'm . . . I'm thirty nine . . . ooh, please don't hurt me ... be gentle with me," she begged in a soft, low whisper.
"Don't hand me any of that shit, woman. You know you've been dying for a good strange fuck. How long's it been since you really got screwed. I mean really got reamed out, not just the old routine with that withered up old man of yours."
The naked wife gasped as she twisted to one side, her features starkly strained with the anguish and shame of her helpless surrender.
"Well, with a daughter Kathi's age, I'd say you've been married nineteen or twenty years. In twenty years, that hubby of yours must have worn himself out. and he's bound to be pretty stale stuff by now." Levi gloated over his frightened prey as he clutched her naked, firm buttocks and remained pressed tight against her, hairs to hairs, flattening down the panting globes of her satiny titties as, cheek pressed firmly to hers, through the fabric of his hood, he muttered his salacious ramblings into her ear.
"You haven't said anything about the hood. Aren't you even curious?"
He cruelly poked deep inside her as she opened her mouth to answer, twisting her face with pain. "I ... I thought you'd explain it when you felt like it. I didn't want to make you angry by asking alot of questions."
"Now that's good thinking. I always did think you had a brain in that pretty head."
The sentence rang like a shot through her brain. "Always did think ..." Who is this man? How does he know me?
"I'll bet you've been looking forward to a little loving on the side for years now. Well, now's your chance to open up and enjoy it all you like. And there'll be plenty of seconds for that sweet, hot cunt of yours. Now let's fuck, huh?"
Feeling her tremble and squirm under him, Levi drew himself out of the soft quivering lips of her elastic sheath, then lunged to the balls in a single, vicious thrust that ground into her towels as he sank to the hilt inside her. The woman beneath him moaned, her nails slicing into her sweaty palms, as she strove vainly to maintain her self-control in this abysmal, lurid degradation.
"Damn, but you're tight in that little hot-box of yours. You'd think you hadn't been fucked since the honeymoon. Just relax, and you and me'll have a little honeymoon all our own. I'll show you some tricks later your old man never heard of." He drew back again and again lunged to the hilt, making her jerk convulsively each time and utter a sobbing pleading, "Ooh, don't hurt me. Not so hard, oh please, don't hurt me!"
"Just ride with me, baby! I haven't even warmed up yet!"
Chapter Twelve
Pat knew there was no hope for her; she clutched him tight in her bare arms, and now his mouth crushed brutally against hers, his tongue poking insistently between her lips as once more he drew his hips back, savoring the agony of the pent up lust he felt for this woman, then thrusting home with a savage, gouging thrust that again ground their pubic hairs together in a tangled clump.
"Get those legs around me, bitch," he ordered. "I want to get way down in that sweet cunt of yours." His hand painfully crushed the soft, bulging curve of her ass, and she gasped in agony. But this time she obeyed. Her stockings now sagged from the warm softness of her thighs, and she was incredibly appealing in the lewdness of her scanty outfit.
"Now you're talking," he gasped. "Let's see that ass of yours shake like crazy. I'm gonna ream you out from one end to the other." He stepped up the tempo of his driving lunges deep into her fleshy slit, and the naked woman groaned and squirmed as the agonizing grinding of his ravishing shaft made itself felt deep in her tender depths. Her eyes remained closed, but her nostrils were flaring and shrinking and her lips were trembling pitiably. Suddenly he slowed his attack and tantalizingly drew back until the swollen head of his cock spread the inner, clasping lips of her cunt. Pat managed a soft, whimpering cry. "Ooooooohhh ..." Her eyes opened in the hooded face of her abuser.
"Beginning to get to you, huh bitch? Just don't hold back, and I'll cream your belly down good," he whispered hoarsely. Then suddenly he thrust himself home to his sagging nuts and Pat's body squirmed and twisted from the growing agony of her concealed womanhood. His virile, powerful thrusts were starting to conquer her, though she had sworn not to succumb to the weakness of the flesh with her captors.
"I'll bet this is the first time you've had any on the side since you married Lawrence. Isn't that right?" He studied through the narrow slits of his black hood her flushed, contorted face, tear-stained and shamed as glistening drops formed on her eye lashes and rolled down her reddened cheeks.
"Yes . . . yes! Oh, please . . . get it over with ... in God's name, please!"
"What happened to all that sickening motherly bullshit you were handing me a few minutes ago? You promised to show me some real action ... I think I'll bust Kathi's cherry myself, just for that," he sneered.
"Oh, no . . . please, you can't mean that! I take back what I said . . . I'll do better . . . Please . . . Ooooww, please don't put your finger in there . . . oooh!"
Levi had slyly inserted his right forefinger up to the second knuckle into the tight, narrow channel between her deliciously round cheeks and found the virgin cleft of her pink-lined rectum.
"Ever been fucked here?"
"No, no, ooh God, no," she groaned in humiliation. It was true: in all their twenty years of marriage, Pat had never been fucked there, nor had she ever sucked off her husband. Not that Lawrence would ever have dreamed of asking such a shameful, dirty act of her.
"Man, it's even tighter than that juicy cunt of yours. That old man of yours sure doesn't know his job too well ... I'd have your asshole stretched out nice in no time. Tell me the truth now, baby, hasn't your husband ever screwed you there at all?"
"Oh, please . . . please, don't talk like that. It's so shameful . . . aaaaggh, you're hurting me, please stop ... Please!" Even as she squirmed and tried vainly to disengage the maddeningly probing finger from her rectum, Levi resumed his deep, fierce coupling with renewed energy. With smooth, long strokes he crammed himself to the walls inside the quickening, vibrantly pulsing pussy-sheath of his beautiful naked victim writhing helplessly beneath his weight. His left hand still tightly clutched her buttock, squeezing, fondling the trembling flesh, while his forefinger began to move back and forth inside her asshole just as his prick was pistoning inside her quivering cuntal channel. Pat stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes open but not seeing, and her arms held him even tighter as her legs joined around his, her stockings now crumpled below her knees, her bare feet furtively jerking and kicking as his wanton possession of her began to slowly awaken the innermost stirrings she had always reserved for her husband only.
His forefinger was rapidly gouging inside her wildly quivering rectum, back and forth with the same increasing frequency as his prick deep inside her pussy. Her head snapped from side to side, her lip sporting a tiny red bead of blood as she bit painfully into it in a vain final effort to hold back the surging swell of passion in her belly. Her mouth opened and filled the room with sobbing groans, soulful incoherent cries.
"Come on, baby! Let your hair down for once in your dull life . . . I'm getting close . . . Wiggle that sweet tail of yours and I'll hose you out good!"
His finger was gouged past the third joint in her quivering back passage, and he twisted it like a smaller cock in he tender softness of her asshole, wiggling it inside the taut walls as his prick savagely raided her suddenly eager, clasping vaginal sheath, pounding thrust after thrust deep in her womb.
Pat Davies lifted her head from the mattress, her eyes smoked over, her mouth hanging open wordlessly. Suddenly a shattering scream blasted from her lungs. "Aaaaaaaggggghhh!!!" There was no stopping her now; whimpering and sobbing hysterically, she ground her sharp nails in deep, slicing welts right through his thin undershirt, ripping the filmy fabric to shreds as she clawed at his back. She suddenly felt herself thrown head over heels into the most horrible, Godless depths of utter depravity and carnal abandon. She grew wild with savage ecstasy as she gouged her nails into his flesh, her legs shifting to clamp him securely to her voracious, grasping crotch as she arched up her pelvic plane to meet his last plundering thrusts, then felt herself nearly faint as a shuddering spasm engulfed her like a warm crashing wave.
His deep, smashing strokes pounded with the last frantic burst of energy left in his tightened loins, and he battered her opened, fleshy lips with such savagery that her whole body snaked along the rhythmically squeaking bed with each shattering slam.
Every agonizingly strained muscle in her tortured body suddenly grew slack, and she collapsed in a trembling, heaving gasp as his hot searing cum burst satisfyingly into the quivering, tender passage of her hungrily clasping cunt.
Chapter Thirteen
"Baby, that was really something! You really got going there toward the end," sighed Levi, streams of perspiration draining blindingly into his eyes beneath the hood. "I kept hoping you'd come around . . . but you were even better than I would have hoped for. But don't worry . . . there's plenty more in store for you before I'm finished."
He pulled his limp penis from the wet grip between her legs and lifted his weight off her still-trembling naked body. With a sadistic grin, he gave her tender rectum one last farewell poke, making her squirm and groan as she stared emptily into the ceiling.
Pat sprawled on the bed, her flesh-colored stockings sagging sensually in a pile about her ankles, her curly pubic hairs matted with the sticky essence of their frenzied love-making. Her naked breasts, streaked with the marks of his fingers and reddened from the friction of his rough undershirt, rose and fell with gasping, erratic turbulence. Beneath her, there was a widening circle of marked wetness where her love-channel had emptied its juices in a torrent along the deep crevice of her buttocks.
"You . . . you almost k-killed me," she moaned softly.
"You're out of your mind, bitch," laughed Levi evilly, "that was nothing compared to what I'll give you later . . . I'm just getting my second wind." He rose from the bed, rubbing the sweat from his inner thighs with both palms and surveying his limp, dangling prick with a satisfied grin across his face. He wished he could pull off the hood, but that was out of the question, so he quickly put that wish out of his mind. Maybe later, he told himself, but not now . . .
He climbed back into his clothes, sitting alongside the naked woman on the bed. She made no effort to even move from her sprawled position.
"I guess my buddy's gonna want some of you, so you'd better keep your clothes off. No sense wasting time getting dressed and undressed. Of course, he might have already gotten his cookies off with that young bitch, Kathi, while we were in here."
Pat's head jerked suddenly from the rumpled bed. "No! You gave me your promise! You can't do that!"
Levi touched his finger to her lips, the same one he'd used to violate her forbidden orifice just minutes before. "I've heard all I want to hear about Kathi. I'll make the decisions around here . . . and I'll make 'em when I get good and ready, you understand?"
Pat nodded dumbly that she did, and kept her plea to herself.
"Now, you just sit tight, and I'll send you some fresh meat," sneered Levi as he opened the bedroom door.
Lawrence instantly turned as he heard the doorknob turn, just in time to catch a quick glimpse of his naked wife stretched on the bed. Even from the living room, he could see from the glistening sheen of her legs and tits what she'd been through. He tugged fiercely at his ropes, straining until the veins stood out in ridges on his flushed face.
"Hey, cool it, old man," ordered Levi, "you'd better save some of that strength for Pat. After the fucking I just gave her, you'll have to do a lot better to live up to my reputation."
Lawrence lunged half-way off the sofa, but Richard was right behind him to shove him back in place. "You maniac! If I could get free, I'd tear your head off right now!"
But Levi chose to ignore his gutless threats as long as he and Richard had the gun. He looked around for Lisa and Holly, but didn't see them at first. "What happened to the broads?" he asked Richard.
Richard gestured with the gun toward the back door. "They went out to get some food. You know how they are, always stuffing their faces."
"Went out?" shouted Levi, his hands in the air, "and you just stood by and let them? What if somebody sees 'em leaving here and gets suspicious? Anybody could be driving by while they're getting dressed in the car! Have you lost your mind?"
Richard lowered his head. "I guess it was pretty stupid, huh? I'm sorry ... I just wasn't thinking, that's all."
"Well, you'd better start thinking, goddamn it! I know what's on your mind . . . You can't wait to get into that young bitch's pants, right?"
Kathi involuntarily clenched her thighs together at his words as she sat opposite her father on the sofa, mute with fear.
"No! Honest, man . . . I've been about to cum in my drawers waiting for you to finish with the old broad. How was she? Like falling in a cavern, wasn't it?"
"Hell no, she's got a pussy like a twenty year old. But don't take my word for it . . . get in there and get some while she's nice and wet."
Lawrence Davies shook his head hopelessly, "Please . . . Please leave us alone. Haven't you done enough to us? We won't call the police . . . not now, not anytime. If you'll only let us be."
Levi walked over and stood right in front of the tortured man. "Tell you what ... If you don't give me any trouble, I'll let you and your kid watch your wife getting it. Bet you'd get a bang out of that, huh, old man?"
"You disgusting degenerate!" Lawrence flared as he jerked at his bonds. "I swear before God I'll kill you for this. I'll kill you!"
"You'll have to find me first, sport," answered Levi. "But I'll tell you one thing. If that wife of yours is as good at finding people as she is at fucking, you won't have any trouble at all."
* * *
Richard closed the door behind him, and studied the naked matronly figure lying on the bed. She had turned on her belly, exposing the soft, resilient cheeks of her ass to his eager eyes. Her naked flesh quivered in periodic ripples as she lay sobbing hopelessly down into the pillow.
She seemed unaware of his presence, for her legs were slightly apart, giving him a full, unobstructed look at her luscious thighs, and at the stickied, matted curls of her pussy hair framed in the junction of her legs.
He unzipped his trousers and began to climb onto the large bed beside her. She rolled over quickly as she felt someone's weight shake the bed. "Oh, please . . . not yet," she begged. "I'm so sore ... I don't think I could stand it so soon."
Richard laughed at her plea, "You don't have to worry about that. I'll do all the work; all you got to do is spread those good-looking legs of yours, and let me get at that sweet pussy . . . I'll take care of the rest."
Resigned finally to her wretched fate, Pat obediently opened her thighs wide, opening up the delicious passageway to her warm, moist slit. Richard could see clearly the ragged, pink lips of her vagina, and the slightly-spread fleshy edges of her inviting tunnel.
"Not that way, honey. Up on your knees!"
She didn't move at first, only stared searchingly into his cold, gray eyes framed in the narrow slits of his black hood. Unlike the other one, he had pulled off his undershirt, and he stood towering before her wearing nothing on his lean, sinewy body except the black cowl.
"Don't tell me you don't know what I mean? I know that old man of yours is pretty slow, but surely he's not that stupid. Doesn't he know anything besides the missionary position?"
"I ... I know what you mean," whispered Pat, "I guess I was just hoping you'd be different. . . Not mean and cruel like the other man."
"Bitch, you'll find out just how evil I am if you don't turn over and get up on those pretty little knees before I get mad!"
Pat followed his orders, clutching her tear-stained pillow as she knelt in abject humiliation before her master. He backed away a second to get one long, careful look at her tantalizing damp slit framed between the globes of her buttocks. Her flesh was still wet from her first abusement, and a sticky trail of semen from Levi's ravishment stretched along the inside of her left thigh.
As she watched over her shoulder curiously, Richard fumbled through the top drawer of the Early American dresser opposite the king-sized bed. "There's no money in there, if that's what you're after."
Richard pulled a neatly ironed handkerchief from under a pile of folded underwear. "Money, money, money . . . man, that's all you people know how to say. Even that cock-sucking old man of yours tried to buy me off while you were fucking my friend . . . Wanted me to fink on my pals and he'd pay me a thousand dollars. Can you beat that, a thousand dollars. Shit, money doesn't mean a goddamn thing to me. I'd wipe my ass with his lousy thousand dollars. I almost pumped him right there . . . just to show him what his fucking money means to me."
"If it's not money you're looking for, then why did you come here at all?" asked Pat cautiously.
"It looks like you're in a position to know," chuckled Richard. "Here, let me clean that juicy hole of yours up some . . . Open those thighs so I can wipe it out good."
She turned away in humiliation as he carefully cleaned away all the evidence of Levi's rigorous lovemaking, gently wiping the sticky, tender flanges of her pussy.
"There . . . that's better. I don't want any mess around your cunt except my own, and there'll be plenty when I'm finished."
He positioned himself behind her on the bed, drawing his erect prick up between her smooth, shivering thighs. "I've got a better idea . . . Put your legs together - it's better that way."
She obeyed immediately, her face hidden in the softness of her pillow, as if by not seeing this awful defiling degradation it would be any less debasing.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she gasped as his penis slithered wetly into the moist depths of her fleshy sheath. She could feel the warm walls give way creamily as his rigid manhood sank into her belly.
He wasted no time building his plundering, devastating pace, banging his cudgel into her hot tunnel with strong, violent snapping movements from his bare hips, and she had not been prepared for so much energy so soon.
"Not so hard . . . please, you're splitting me open!"
Richard didn't answer, but slammed his pelvis again and again against her quivering, soft buttocks as his long, aching cock sank to its base in her warm, wet pussy-sheath.
She buried her head beneath the pillow to smother her gasping cries as this lean, muscular young man ravished her from behind with fantastic zeal, rocking in and out of her sore, fragile channel.
With a seemingly boundless reserve of energy, Richard tantalizingly kept up the agonizing pace, thrusting right up to the hilt, then rocking back on his knees until the blood-filled tip nearly slipped from her clasping grip.
"You really want it bad, don't you bitch?" he snarled. His prick had drawn far back to touch just the soft inner labia of his victim's twitching cunt. "Tell me how bad you want it. Go on, tell me, or I'll bring Kathi in here and fuck her right before your eyes, Pat baby."
"Oh no, not that, please . . . please, I'll do anything you say ... I want it, yes I want it bad . . . fuck me all you want but please . . . not Kathi . . . Aaaaggghhh!"
Richard added to her helpless misery by gouging his prick to the very hilt, pinching her bulging hips as he held her firmly impaled on his long skewering spear. Then he really began to pour it on, while his hands reached under her to fondle her huge, dangling breasts swaying beneath her as she squirmed in agony on the impaling shaft ripping into her insides.
She felt her own warm juices lubricating the narrow passage as he plowed into her, and she tried to hide her shame once again under the pillow, humiliated at the awareness of her own uncontrollable lubricious yielding. But her body was aflame with hot desire now, and unbridled lust was beginning to take the place of her self-imposed, heroic martyrdom.
Closing her eyes, her lips parted, she groaned incessantly, punctuated with short, gasping breaths snatched between her lover's maddening thrusts. She wriggled and jerked back on his long pole, backing even further onto the thin, hard shaft as her hips ground tightly against his soaked pelvis.
Richard painfully clenched his muscular buttocks together, skillfully holding back his gushing load until this naked, wriggling woman was shoved up and over the brink of her orgasm.
In a few more too-brief minutes, he could hold it no longer, and with a boisterous cry he emptied his balls deep within her, as her hips arched upward and outward, hungrily nibbling at his loins.
She shrieked a loud, satisfied gasp of tortured, unfettered ecstasy . . . drawn once more to a shuddering climax by her virile, expert ravishers. He withdrew with a wet slurping noise, and went back into the living room without bothering to cover his nakedness.
Kathi Davies gasped as he entered the room, and turned her face away in blushed embarrassment. But young Kerry Davies could not pull his curious stare away from the hooded man's huge, dangling organ hanging in a wet, dripping mess from his matted, bushy loins.
Lawrence Davies could not bring himself to even look at the horrible taunting sight; it gnawed away like flames in his knotted belly when he thought of his precious Pat being throttled like a common whore by these men. He swore a blood-oath to revenge their depraved acts, if it took him forever.
* * *
All the lights except one were out when Levi finally shoved the naked, ravaged Pat into the living room. Lawrence's eyes were filled with tears of helpless futility as the man pushed his nude wife like some worthless cow onto the sofa beside him. "I didn't want you to miss anything, Pat baby. Little Miss Kathi is about to strip naked for us. We didn't want you to get lonely running around without any clothes."
"Oh . . . M-mother, please help me! Don't make me do it, Mommie!" Kathi sobbed hysterically, as she sank down on her knees and clasped her hands together as if in fervent appeal. But Richard reached down with the free hand, still clutching the .38 in the other, and yanked her back to her feet by her hair as she screamed in agony.
"Leave her alone you animals!" yelled Lawrence, up on his feet and hobbling to his daughter's aid with his ankles tied firmly together. Levi took one quick step and decked him with a sudden jab that spilled him over the coffee table and onto the floor. Pat rushed to his side tearfully.
"Darling, darling! Are you all right! Answer me!"
He motioned her away groggily with a sweep of his head and pulled himself up to a sitting position against the wall.
"If you've got half a brain, Pat, you'll keep him quiet," muttered Levi. "Or I'll quiet him permanently."
Pat crouched at her husband's side, with no attempt now to cover her ' nakedness. The soaked, matted curls of her pussyhair spoke only too well and eloquently of what had been done but she made no effort to cover her shame.
"I've got something special in mind for Pat and Kathi," said Levi. "Something that ought to get Lawrence and little Kerry here horny enough to fuck each other. I remember a movie I saw once, about a couple of dykes . . . eating each other out like 69, only without any men. That sounds like just the thing for little Kathi here. Get your clothes off, baby, and get on top of Mommy there. She'll show you what to do . . . won't you Mommy?"
"Oh God, how can you even think of such a filthy thing ... I won't do it ... I won't!" Her dark-circled eyes watered, but there were no more tears.
"It's either that or watch her get fucked right here . . . It's up to you and Kathi, or we'll stretch her out here and pop her cork good."
"Oh my poor baby," wailed Pat. "You'd better do as they say. It's so horrible ... I can't bear to think of them touching you."
"I can't, Mother! I'm so ashamed ... I can't take my clothes off in front of these men and Kerry," sobbed Kathi.
"You can take 'em off now, or we'll do it for you," growled Richard.
Kathi nervously looked around the room, her moist eyes darting from her mother to her father to Kerry, and back to the horrible men. She grabbed the bottom of her pullover top, and tugged it off her body, revealing her tightly clinging white nylon bra.
"Stand up ... I want a better look," snapped Levi, "and get that bra off next."
Richard licked his lips as his eyes feasted on the succulent, round titties perched high in her restraining halter, the' pert coral-pink circles in whose centers there arose the dainty, jutting buds of her nipples. She fumbled nervously with the straps and hooks, and let it flutter to the floor, leaving her half-naked with the magnificent ivory peaks of her virgin titties exposed to all those probing eyes.
Kerry tried not to look, but he couldn't look away even for a second as his ripening older sister treated him to a look at her secret treasures.
"Now the shorts," Levi's voice came thick and heavy with rutting anticipation. Again the sobbing, half-naked teenager obeyed, unbuttoning them and stooping to push them down over her long legs until they reached her ankles, and she stepped out of them. Now all she had remaining were thin nylon panties which clung tightly against the prominent mound of her virgin genitals; through the-crotch of them one could see the vague outline of her triangular patch of dark pussyhair.
"Everything," Levi pointed to the panties, and Kathi began to cry again as she slowly and with trembling fingers pulled down the flimsy nylon veil. Immediately she clapped a hand over her naked pussy, and crooked her elbow so her other arm covered the vulnerable nakedness of her firm, soaring breasts. She could see her little brother Kerry, staring incredulously out of the sides of his eyes as he tried not to look, but found the spectacle too inviting.
Kathi was sobbing so hard she could hardly see, but her terror at the sight of Levi's loaded .38 made her awkwardly assume the lascivious pose her captors ordered. Stretching out slowly over her mother, supporting herself with the palms of her hands as she crawled over her mother's body where she lay trembling on the carpeted floor, following Levi's explicit instructions.
When her face was just over her mother's loins, she felt her apply pressure to the small of her back, pushing her mouth right down against her mother's soft, resilient pubic slit. "Just relax, honey, and do what I do . . . I'll show you what they want of us."
Then suddenly Kathi felt her mother's warm quivering lips press against her virgin cunt and apply a gentle, lingering kiss. She uttered a gasp and squirmed uneasily while her own lips brushed her mother's pussyhair. "Do it to me, baby ... do as I do. We have to do what they want us to."
Kathi took one last look at the two towering hooded figures rising over her, and with a cry she planted a trembling kiss on her mother's wet fleshy cunt. As her mother led the way, Kathi obediently followed her example, responding with surprising fervor as her mother pressed her loins down to her probing lips. Without knowing it, she could taste the pungent sweetness of her mother's love juices as her lips parted the fleecy down of her pussy.
"Would you look at 'em go for each other," Richard breathed, his prick stiffening with savage hardness.
"You've got to do it until you both cream, so lay it on good," Levi directed.
"Oh, Kathi, do as I show you, please ... I can't let them hurt you, my precious."
Kathi felt her mother's lips press through the soft pussyfur and find the coral pink petals of her virgin slit. And she felt her mother's tonguetip delicately rimming the moist flanges of her orifice. She moaned and sobbed, and her quivering bottom was suddenly throbbing with another feeling that brushed aside her shame. It was her own sexuality being awakened ... as she had secretly wakened it herself that afternoon when Kerry had found her lying naked on her own bed playing with herself.
She knew the only escape from the shameful humiliation was to kiss and suck and lick just as her mother was doing to her pussy. And soon the two women began to writhe and groan and sob and gasp as, under the very real threat of the frightening pistol, Kathi and Pat sucked each other until suddenly Kathi lifted a sobbing cry. "Oh Mother, I feel so strange . . . Ooooohhh, I ... I ... " and her body heaved and thrashed, so that Pat had to grind her fingers into her daughter's naked sides to hold her loins to her own mouth to complete the task of bringing her own tender virgin daughter to the ecstasy of this forbidden climax.
And in turn, excited by what she was doing as well as by what Kathi was doing to her, Pat felt her own weak flesh betray her for the third time . . . twice with the two men, and now drawn to fulfillment by her own sweet daughter's innocent lips and tongue! As the four men - Richard, Levi, her husband, and her son - watched in disbelief, the two naked squirming bodies on the floor wriggled and jerked and finally sagged together in the creamy throes of their hot, mutual orgasm!
Chapter Fourteen
"Oh no . . . Oh, God, you can't mean that! After all this . . . you can't break your promise this way!"
Pat and Kathi had returned from the John, and from cleaning themselves up, in time to hear Richard and Levi making plans for even more of their depravities.
"I'm not breaking any promises," sneered Levi, "I said we wouldn't pop Kathi's cherry, and I meant it." He smiled to his companion. "Isn't that right?" Richard nodded with a knowing smirk.
"Yep, that's the truth . . . cause little Kerry here is going to do it for us."
At Levi's order, Kerry quickly began to undress till he was down to his socks and shorts. Richard bound the fear-dazed girl's wrists behind her and rolled her onto her back on the sofa.
"Now you're gonna' get it from your loving brother here," chuckled Richard. "You see, we decided to let you keep that cherry in the family. But we expect a good show for being so understanding, you hear?" She nodded tearfully. "... Cause if you don't do it real nice, we'll take over for Kerry. Maybe even both of us at once, one from behind and one in that black hairy little hole of yours, understand? And if you don't, ask your old lady how it feels to have a dick up your ass."
He turned to the trembling youth, "Get those drawers off, kid, and let's see what you've got. Put it in her twat and fuck the shit out of her, you dig me, kid?"
"Oh, no . . . Kerry, please don't do it to me . . . please ..." Kathi's eyes were huge and glazed with fear, as she tried to shrink back into the sofa, squeezing her thighs shut, jerking frantically at her bound wrists behind her back, her peach-like titties heaving.
"I have to, Kathi . . . they'll kill me if I don't." He thought that sounded melodramatic enough; and he fought to cover his panting breath as he feasted on the ivory loveliness of his naked sister. He remembered how she had looked that day he spied on her, playing with herself. The thought made his horny prick spring up with painful rigidity, and Levi laughed aloud at the sudden hugeness of his lust. "Damn, would you look at that -hard-on ... I think he's looking forward to getting a piece of his sister's hot young tail, right kid?"
"No, Kerry . . . you can't!" shrieked his mother. She tried to throw herself between the two hapless children, but Levi shoved her roughly aside. Kerry unbuttoned his shorts and his prick stood out in bold virility as if he were long-experienced at this sort of thing.
On his hands and knees, crouching over the squirming naked girl, Kerry was panting with pent-up desire as he stammered, "I ... I gotta' do it to you, Sis . . . don't you understand, I gotta."
"Cut out the talk and fuck her!" snapped Richard, waving the gun threateningly.
Kerry took one nervous glance at the ominous figure, then lowered himself as the two men grabbed her ankles like the opposite halves of a wishbone, pulling her thighs wide apart. "There it is, Kerry . . . All laid out nice and pretty. Now you give it to her good!"
His eyes sparkling with desire, Kathi's younger brother sank down on his naked sister, his prickhead gouging the thick black down between her struggling trim thighs. She croaked a horrified scream, but the eager youth was maddened by the feel of her nakedness against his body. His prick jabbed vigorously and found the mark, slipping into the sparse, hair-lined slit until it came up hard against the warm virginal seal. Kathi's back arched as she squirmed to escape the pain, "Oh, no, Kerry please, don't do it ... "
Levi pinned her like a butterfly with one strong hand, forcing her shoulders down on the sofa cushion. "Poke it all the way in, kid!"
Kathi's face twisted with horror and pain as she felt her brother's still young cock bang up against her cherry. She squirmed and wiggled, but to no avail. As he gruntingly shoved his rod home, she felt her taut membrane rent asunder, and a shrill piercing scream attested to the painful loss of her maidenhood. "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH . . . AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! Don't . . . oh, take it out . . . take it out of me, Kerry!"
But the youth was enraptured by the tight clinging deliciousness of Kathi's constricting cunt wall against his ripping manhood, and with a gasping cry, he seized her by the budding titties as he forced himself into her up to the very hilt. Her face contorted frantically from side to side, her eyes bulging and glassy, her nostrils flaring and wide as she cried soulfully deep in her ravaged body.
After that, Kerry needed no real or implied threats from his captors to fuck his beautiful naked sister. Rabid with inflamed lust, he remembered her as he had seen her that day playing with her own soft young pussy in the supposed safety of her bedroom.
Lawrence tried vainly to console his sobbing wife, but neither of them could bring themselves to look at this horrible spectacle any longer.
Levi had his next move planned already, before Kerry's body jerked and bucked convulsively as he shot his first real, seething life-giving load into his sister's vaginal belly in a hot, gushing spurt.
"Now for the grand finale," said Levi, "I want to really make it a family affair," he laughed. "Let's see the old man screw dear little Kathi, and let Kerry throw it to his Mommy!"
"No! Absolutely not! I won't do it . . . you can't be serious!" shouted Laurence, still seated where he had fallen on the floor. "I simply will not do that!"
Levi glared at him through the built-in squints of his black hood. Without a word he lowered the revolver to the man's throbbing temple and pressed the cold steel against his skin. Pat, at his side, was convulsing with terror.
"What was that you said you wouldn't do?" sneered Levi, pulling back the curved grip of the hammer until the pistol was cocked.
"O-okay . . . you made your point . . . what do you want me to do?"
"You're too old for instructions, Larry baby. You know what to do." Levi untied his bonds and stepped back, out of reach just in case, his finger still on the trigger.
His daughter's eyes were pools of incredulous consternation as she saw her father unbutton his shorts and mount the sofa, which sagged under his weight.
"Rub your cock up there 'til you get it good and hard. It'll go in all right now . . . You can thank Kerry for that."
Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, Laurence slowly obeyed. He felt the matted pussycurls of his young daughter's pussy as he stroked the soft, yielding ridges of her cunt with the tip of his limp cock, held in his closed palm.
"That's it, Mr. Davies, you're doing fine." Levi jeered him on as the accountant quickened his rubbing movements, and suddenly his eyes widened, for he had felt himself grow hard and swollen. The soft quivering thighs of his naked daughter, her panting young titties, crinkly poking points against his straining chest, had made his cock harden against his very will.
"Get with it, Mack," snarled Richard. And with a gasp, Kathi's father arched his back and prodded deep against the curly sparseness of young budding pussyfur, found his mark, and felt himself slip slowly into the palpitating lips of his naked young daughter's moist slit.
"Oh, Mother . . . Mother, he's in me ... "
"All the way in," ordered Levi.
In utter desperation, Lawrence thrust home, and his cock drove down the still, narrow, moist and twitching channel until it reached the hilt. Kathi uttered a strangled cry, twisting her face to one side.
"Okay, Kerry boy, it's your turn . . . Spread your pretty legs, Pat honey, so your loving son can find the way he came out, huh?"
Sobbing, the shamefaced matron crawled forward, stopping at her naked son's feet.
"Go to it, kid!"
Kerry gulped and swallowed, his glittering eyes studying his mother's panting titties, the soft dimpled belly, the dark fleecy curls of her soft cunt. He felt himself stiffen again, and sank down on his knees between hers, gasping, "Mom, I have to, don't I ... I have to."
Kerry sank down on his mother's nakedness, and his stiff cock rooted eagerly against the thicket of her curly pussyhair. Pat uttered a whimpering, gasping cry as she felt her son's prick enter the warm sanctuary and perform its incestuous mission.
Lawrence Davies, his face flushed, his eyes still closed, breathing heavily, obeyed. Now clasped by the soft sheathing walls of his young daughter's cunt, he knew only the delicious, forbidden rapture of this incestuous union. Her trembling young body was his, and he reveled at this newly-found awareness. And on the floor beyond, as he opened his eyes, he saw his son mounting his wife, who had her arms around him, humping like mad.
Suddenly, Kathi, caught up in the helpless throes of lewd incestuous passion, uttered a sobbing groan, "Oh Daddy . . . Daddy, I can't help it ... I can't . . . I'm going to cum, daddy . . . Oh, make me cum . . . make me, Daddy!"
Her legs spread wider, snaking up around her father's back and her young buttocks leaped and jerked in the throes of her first orgasm as a woman as her panting father thrusting deeply inside her hungrily clasping pussy felt himself explode and he lay moaning and drained, tasting for the first time his own daughter's soft, quivering flesh fused with his in lascivious, forbidden ecstasy!
Chapter Fifteen
Ebram Sardinius passed his heavy chalice to the followers gathered faithfully around his altar. Reumah lay sprawled and incredibly inviting, her soft, olive flesh glistening in the flickering candlelight. One by one the faithful drank their potion; and one by one they pulled off their ceremonial robes to join him in the service. Levi flashed on the lighting at exactly the proper instant, illuminating the delicious Reumah who lay naked on the red velvet platform before the eager, hopeful eyes of the fifteen believers gathered in the Magic Circle around her naked loveliness.
Pleased with the unusually large turn-out, Ebram had planned diligently through the entire week to make this special service one no one would ever forget.
Standing patiently inside the magic ring, four robed newcomers awaited their longed-for initiation with almost unbearable anticipation.
They held hands as they stood: two men and two women about to culminate their long, arduous weeks of preparation.
Lawrence Davies clasped his young daughter's hand firmly in his large palm. He wondered how she would look bathed in the spotlight, and he longed for the service to begin to he could once more feel her ripe, yielding nakedness crushed under him, and relish the savory ecstasy of her creamy sheath enveloping his manhood like a velvet glove.
Young Kerry was on the far side, at his mother's side. He hoped no one would notice the hardening bulge under his robe, but when his mother's fingers tenderly stroked his bare arm, his rutting shaft suddenly tightened in lustful anticipation.
"Oh, Daddy, I can hardly wait," Kathi whispered very softly in her father's ear, craning her neck to reach him.
"Be patient, my darling ... it won't be long now ..."
