There is a quirk in the minds of some young; women which causes them to turn to pubescent boys for sexual satisfaction. This is well documented in the annals of abnormal psychology. The precise cause varies from case to case, but there is a certain pattern which prevails: The women, for one reason or another, all find it difficult or impossible to achieve sexual gratification with mature males.
Cathy, the heroine of this explicit, modern novel, is a girl of exceptional beauty, who fires the blood of every man who looks at her. From bouncing, braless breasts to her twisty, well shaped bottom, her body turns cocks hard at a glance. She finds, as she begins experimenting with men, that they are so stimulated when they approach her in bed that they lack the staying power to give her the satisfaction she craves.
Resenting them, she turns into a tease. The men respond with abuse, particularly when a strange twist of fate places in her hands some valuable, obscene photos that are part of a blackmail plot.
Scurrying from one pair of grappling male hands to another, Cathy is forced to endure diverse forms of degradation, all the while yearning for the only kind of sex that promises satisfaction:
Intercourse with small boys.
She finally achieves her desired purpose, first with the special fourteen-year-old of her dreams, then with several of his friends, together. This leads to more trouble. But Cathy works out a solution.
The denouement is one which not only brings intense pleasure to her, but to droves of kinky men as well... and, incidentally, to the small boys who are the innocent subjects of her scheme.
Enjoyable reading is offered to anyone who opens this book. But beneath the surface of the sexual escapes, and woven in and out of the realistic plot, are questions of social significance which cannot be ignored:
What is to be done with women like Cathy? Do they harm the young boys with whom they dally... or do they, perhaps, provide an intimate education which adolescents need?
How does the prevalent attitude of mature men toward attractive women contribute to the problem?
The insight afforded by this novel, suggests some startling answers.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
The most shocking day of Cathy West's twenty-six years began calmly enough. She awoke on a sunny Saturday in May and decided, after taking a breast-bouncing splash in the shower, that it was too warm to wear many clothes.
Had she been going on one of her frequent forays into the countryside, to take the nature pictures which were her passion, she would have put on long pants so that she could comfortably climb over fences and even shinny up trees. She would have worn a shirt with sleeves to protect her arms from being scratched by branches. And she would have topped off her casual outfit with a floppy hat to shield her creamy complexion from a too harsh sun, tucking her wealth of blonde hair underneath the band.
As it was, she merely intended to pick up her negatives from the developing lab and do a bit of shopping before coming home to print the pictures herself. She did all her own printing in order to achieve the delicacy of shading which was her hallmark as a gallery exhibitor.
What to wear? White shorts and a sleeveless top seemed appropriate, with the minimum underneath. That meant just panties. Cathy scarcely ever wore a bra, since her erect, round-ed breasts didn't require one to hold them up. They bounced, of course-but so what? Cathy took a secret, perverse pleasure in flaunting her lush orbs before a world of titty-lusting men while her Arctic gaze warned them, Hands off!
It was her way of getting back at the insensitive oafs with whom she'd had her two fleeting affairs. She had enjoyed it when she finally had let each fellow take out her tits and play with the hobbling flesh-globes until they had ached with her need. Her rosy nipples had stuck up, inviting a wet sucking and tugging by avid male lips-and that had felt delightful. But then the clowns had spoiled it all by jumping onto her and riding like bronco busters, giving her a frenzied fucking of perhaps twenty seconds before spurting in her frustrated vagina. Each time she was left feeling victimized and foolish.
Cathy didn't stop to consider that perhaps she had been responsible for what had happened, by teasing too much in advance, by holding off and then giving in with a rush, or just by making the men feel insecure in the face of her dazzling presence. Had she given them some time, either or both might have settled down and satisfied her. But to Cathy, two bad experiences out of two tries proved men weren't worth her time or trouble.
She had dreamed, of a few guilty occasions, of finding a very young fellow and breaking him in just right, to give her yearning body all the attention it needed. But she had never acted out the fantasy, because grown women who played around with fuzzy-balled little boys were apt to get their bottoms tossed into jail.
Cathy might not have worn any underwear at all on that bright, sizzly morning, but she did have an occasional problem when she saw a young lad who was appealing: Her sexual glands became suddenly active, seeping juice through her blonde-haired pussylips. She need-ed a narrow strip of nylon to soak up the shameful moisture, and she chose plain white bikini briefs which would not show through her shorts.
She worked on her honey-colored hair, fluffing it up, and creamed her sensuous lips with a medium-pink, very glistening lipstick. The final effect was that of a baby doll who was maddenly attractive, while haughtily warning men off with her eyes. Most got the message, and that was how Cathy wanted it.
She left her court apartment, got into her car. and drove to the photo lab. That was where the shocking events began.
The wheezy old man who usually tended the counter on Saturday mornings wasn't there. Instead Cathy was greeted by a fresh-faced boy who couldn't have been more than fourteen. He blushed when she walked in, titties jiggling.
Her vibrant body gave a throb. "Uh, photo negatives for West," she said, trying to be very business-like.
It was a futile effort. The shy youth, who rummaged in the rack behind the counter, was exactly the type she had dreamed about. He had to be a virgin, she concluded, or he wouldn't have looked at her so bashfully.
He's barely old enough to fuck! she thought. Maybe he doesn't even have hair on his baby balls yet. Oh, my!
"You're new here," she said, her voice a bit husky.
"I'm just filling in for my grandpa. He's sick today."
"I see."
Cathy's panties were sopped already. She feared that if she didn't take them down and mop herself, the wetness would ooze through her shorts. Then she couldn't go shopping.
The boy placed her envelope of films on the counter, next to several others. "That'll be four dollars and thirty-five cents, Miss West," he said, his adolescent voice cracking.
She fumbled in her purse and gave him a five dollar bill. "Keep the change," she said, smiling nervously. "Uuh, do you have a rest room?"
The kid swallowed. "Well, just one that the guys use. We don't have no ladies' John."
"I'll use the one you have," Cathy said. "Where is it?"
"Just inside that door." The boy blushed stronger as he pointed to the open doorway of the lab. "There's no guys working back there today, so I guess it's all right."
"Thank you," Cathy said with embarrassment, and pushed open the swinging gate which bisected the counter. As she walked into the back room, the lad's eyes were drawn to her plump, twisty bottom.
Holy cow! he thought. The John has a hole in the wall that some queer bored so he could look at the other guys' cocks. I could look through there and watch her take her shorts down.
Do I dare?
Man, my dick's getting hard already! I can't let a chance like this go by!
He tremblingly hurried after Cathy, as soon as she had entered the dirty, foul-smelling John. He crept to the wall, bent, and peeped through the hole.
Wild excitement gripped him as, just inches from his straining eyeball, the gorgeous girl bent over. Her backside was aimed right at the peephole, because there was more room to bend that way.
She pulled down her shirts, revealing little white girlie pants that clung to her cheeky buttocks. The deep, mysterious crack between her rear cheeks was hazily visible through the nylon.
That mystery was quickly removed as she hooked the top elastic of her panties with her thumbs and peeled the flimsy undergarment down, turning it inside out and exposing her ass. Her hips tilted up, her buttocks spreading apart, and the peeping lad saw the tiny starburst of her asshole, right in front of his face!
Even more exciting was her blonde-fringed slash of pussy, which appeared as she spread her legs.
The boy had seen pictures of pussies in magazines, but had never viewed one in real life. It shocked and even frightened him a little. Most of all, it made his pecker pound!
He grasped his hard-on through his pants and pulled at the burning, throbbing thing. His throat turned dry.
The lady he was peeking at was far from dry. however. Her rosy, soft cuntflesh gleamed with dribbling honey. She snatched some toilet paper off the roll that hung on the wall and. as the lad stared, began mopping her soft, enticing cunt. She seemed to hesitate, then dropped the toilet tissue and stroked two fingertips shallowly between her flurry cuntlips. having no idea that the boy who had caused her excitement was peeping directly at her exposed crotch.
Oh, wow! he thought. Just look at that blonde, wet thing! And look at what she's DOING to it-rubbing her fingers up and down it and wiggling the rosy meat around. Jeez! And now she's... man. she's sticking her fingers right INTO it!
That's where a cock's supposed to go! I know that. Right up in there!
Oh, look at her fingers pump into that little, slippery hole! Chrissake!
The boy clawed at the front of his jeans and pulled out his boyish prick. It was only five inches long, but stiff as a steel spike. The shaft was skinny and pale, the bare head pastel pink. The lad tugged at his bristling pecker.
Oh. lady! he thought. What you're doing! Ram your fingers up into your pussy! That's it! Wow, that looks so good! I wish my cock was in there! Jeez!
He writhed and pumped at his straining cock as he stared at the blonde's exposed snatch, right in front of his face. That thing that had been happening to him lately was about to happen again, he knew, and he wanted it. He was going to spurt... !
Cathy's fingers were gooey-wet as she dipped them into her pulsating honeyhole. She rubbed them across the tip of her clit, making the firm nubbin tingle wildly. She squirmed and panted.
That boy... she thought. Oh, I'll bet he's got the cutest cock! Small and stiff, with hardly a hair around it! Oh. it would feel so good, sticking up into me... pumping in and out, like my fingers are doing! But he wouldn't pump it fast at first. Oh, no! I wouldn't let him.
I could tell him just what to do, and he would listen to me: Slow and easy, darling! Fuck it to Mama just right! Oh, that's it! Twist your darling dick all around in my pussy! Yessss! Pull it out... and stick it in! Oooh, out and IN! Slow and steady! God, you're giving it to me so goooood!
Continuing to bend forward, Cathy fumbled the top two buttons of her blouse open, and pulled out a dangling full breast.
Ooooooh, suck Mama's titty! she thought, tugging downward on her pink, turgid nipple. Doesn't that taste good? It feels so fine to me!
As she rolled and pulled at her throbbing nipple, she kept driving two fingers in and out of her wetly pulsating pink hole. She squirmed and bumped.
She began to moan, forgetting herself completely. She seemed to really feel the young boy's dick inside her, driving up and down, stropping her clit just right... moving just fast enough to bring her along... having all the staying power that she needed.
"NOW!" she cried aloud, and frigged herself heatedly while her pink mouth formed an oval and she shut her eyes.
Swirling spirals of luscious warmth boiled up through her body and flooded her brain, inundating her with bliss. Her knees wobbled. All tension flowed from her. She leaned against the wall, gasping...
The youth straightened up, on the other side of the partition, and panted, holding his dripping penis. It was getting soft. He wiped its wet tip with his thumb and used his other hand to stuff it back into his clothes, then zipped up. He carefully made his way out of the restroom, though his legs were shaky, and he walked back to the counter, grateful that no new customers had come in. He found a tissue and wiped his hand.
He had discovered how to jack off only a month ago, and since then he had been coming regularly-at least once a night. But he'd never come while actually looking at a pretty girl before. That was the greatest!
Wow! he thought. If I could only get my dick into her-right up into that hairy little hole where she was sticking her fingers! Jeez, that would be great! I'd give ANYTHING for that!
He tried to calm himself but was in danger of getting a new hard-on just from reviewing in his mind what he had seen in the John: That titty! And that blonde-haired slit that was so juicy and pink!
Oh, I'm gonna have to fuck a girl real soon! he vowed. But WHO? I wish it could be her, that Miss West! She must need a fucking, too. or she wouldn't have been sticking her fingers up inside her, where a pecker ought to go!
But I'll bet she wouldn't look at me. She was probably thinking about some grown-up dude with a horse's prick on him. Babes like big. horny cocks, I guess!
Cathy felt terribly embarrassed as she returned from the John-but gratified, for the moment. She had dried her pussy off.
"Thank you, uuh... what's your name?" she asked the youth as she paused at the counter.
"Dickie, ma'am," he said.
Oh God, no-not DICKIE! she thought, and her eyes rolled uncontrollably. Her hips gave a little lurch, which she hoped he didn't notice.
She snatched the envelope which was next to her on the counter. "H-how old are you, Dickie?" she asked.
"Fourteen."
"You're very nice!" Cathy said, blushing, and hurried from the shop.
Fourteen! And his name's DICKIE! Ooooh, my God! If I could just fuck him once, I'd die happy!
She didn't mean that, of course. She had most of her life ahead of her. But the idea of being with the innocent, blushing boy was so tantalizing that it seemed the ultimate thrill.
That was because it was absolutely unattainable, she believed. Why, if she were to touch Dickie, he would probably be so scared that he would run to his father, and the old man would file charges against her. They had her address at the lab, since she did business regularly with them.
No! She wouldn't dare risk it.
By the time she reached her car, she was reasonably calm, though a new dewy glaze coated the lips of her cunt. She did have shopping to do, however.
She drove to a store and carried the photo envelope in with her, because she was afraid it might be stolen if she left it in the car. She had some precious pictures in that packet, including several shots of a pair of possums mating, which she would doubtless never be able to duplicate.
Once in the store, Cathy's interest was totally absorbed by the clothes she was looking at. She made some selections, paid for them with her charge card, and hurried from the store, carrying her bundles. She tossed them into the car.
She thought of Dickie all the way home, rubbing the crotch of her close-fitting shorts every now and then.
I'm so wet and smelly, she thought, I'll have to bathe when I get home!
She parked her car in the carport behind the long double row of apartments where she lived and carried her bundles to her unit, fumbling awkwardly for her key as she wedged the packages between her body and the door to keep them from falling. Her bottom wiggled in her clingy shorts. Finally she unlocked the place, walked in, and tossed her bundles onto the living room sofa.
The bath comes first, she decided, before I even look at what I bought.
She walked into the bedroom, her buttocks undulating saucily. She had no sooner unbuttoned her blouse before the doorbell rang.
"Fudge!" she said with irritation, and held her blouse together as she walked to the door, her breasts bobbing in the loose garment.
Opening the door, she stared in surprise at a huge, menacing figure who stood there. He looked like a wrestler, with misshapen ears and a battered face. Over six feet tall, he must have weighed three hundred pounds. He wore an athletic shirt, whose tight fit around his massive biceps and pectorals contrasted with his baggy pants.
"You Catherine West?" he growled, sounding as if his throat were lined with gravel.
"Why, y-yes," she said, wondering what in the world he wanted.
He didn't tell her. Not yet. He merely leaned forward and gave her a shove.
Gasping, Cathy tottered backward, losing her balance. She plopped bruisingly onto her bottom on the living room rug, and her blouse flew open. Her bare breasts bobbed out.
"Okay, baby... " the man-mountain demand-ed, "you better give me what I want!"
CHAPTER TWO
Rape! Cathy's mind screamed, and she began scooting backward on her bottom. The coarse nap of the carpet tickled her through her thin shorts and panties, but she didn't care. She didn't care that her breasts were bouncing, either. She was so desperately intent upon scrambling out of the ape-man's reach that she didn't even think about screaming.
The brute sprang at her, and finally a scream rushed to her lips-but too late! It was shut off by his ham-like hand over her mouth as he twisted her onto her belly. He knelt astride her plump, springy buttocks.
"You got what I want!" he rasped. "I know you got it! You better give it to me before T beat the shit outa you!"
She realized that he wasn't threatening to rape her after all. He wanted something else. But what?
"Don't yell," the gorilla said, "or I'll pound you really good! Now I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth just a little, and you tell me where it is." He removed his clammy, thick hand far enough so she could speak.
"What do you want?" Cathy panted.
"That envelope of pitchers you just picked up!"
"But those are my pictures!"
"Like hell! Where are they?" The brute grasped Cathy's hair and yanked it, banging her head against the rug.
"On... on the couch!" she cried.
The gorilla twisted his head to look, and snorted, "Them are store bag!"
"But the pictures are there, too!"
The apeman hesitated, then squirmed as he dug something out of a trousers pocket. He tore a strip of wide adhesive tape off a roll and slapped it across Cathy's lips, sealing her mouth shut. He jerked her arms together, behind her back, and taped them at the wrists. She was effectively bound and gagged, so that she couldn't grapple with him and couldn't cry out.
He hauled her to her feet, her naked breasts jouncing, and yanked her toward the couch with him. Holding onto her with one hand, he pawed through the parcels on the sofa.
"Shit!" he growled. "It ain't here!"
He whirled Cathy about and sent her tottering toward the couch. As her bottom bounced on the sofa cushion, her tits leaped up and down between the flapping edges of her blouse.
Oh, this is awful! she thought. He's banging me around as if I have no feelings. He's mad!
And where ARE my pictures?
Oh, God, I can't worry about them now!
Cathy's wide blue eyes were terror struck as she gazed at the huge figure who stood broodingly before her, his tree-trunk legs plant-ed a little way apart.
"You stashed them fuckin' pitchers some place!" he accused. "You better show me where they are."
Cathy was forced to think about them. If they weren't on the sofa-and they didn't seem to be-they had to be in her car, or else she had left them at the store where she had shopped.
"Mmmm! Mmmmm!" she moaned urgently against the tape that held her lips together.
"Get up and show me!" the brute barked.
Cathy struggled to rise from the low slung sofa, but couldn't make it with her arms taped behind her. All she accomplished was to shake her tits like a stripper. The apeman's eyes brightened lustfully as he watched her bobbing, quivering orbs.
Oh, no! Cathy thought. Maybe he IS thinking of RAPING me! God, that would be horrible! I'd die!
She sat stock-still, tensing as the brute bent over her. But he merely grasped her by the shoulders and boosted her to her feet.
"Show me!" he roared.
Cathy moved ahead of him, wishing her breasts wouldn't jiggle so. But there was no way she could stop them. She walked to the front door.
"No, you don't! You ain't gonna run out!" The gorilla grasped her arm, jerking her around.
Her titties swung and slapped together, quivering.
"Mmmmm!" she said, nodding toward the door.
"You didn't leave them pitchers outside! They're too valuable. They gotta be here some place."
"Mmmm! Mmmmm!" Cathy moaned.
"I'm gonna find 'em!"
The big man jerked his helpless captive along as he began going through the apartment, ripping open drawers and cabinets. In the bedroom, he threw Cathy's underwear and stockings all over the floor. He dragged her to the kitchen and tossed groceries off the shelves with several swipes of his hand, to see if anything was hidden behind them.
"You cunt!" he finally snarled. "You gave them pitchers to somebody. You wouldn't 'a just left 'em any place but here. You probably got some prick to help you! That's it! He's workin' the blackmail angle right now. Shit! Mosley ain't gonna like this! He's gonna blame ME!"
Mosely! Cathy thought. The outfit that developed her pictures was the Mosely Photo Lab!
"You're gonna pay for this!" the apeman said.
He gave Cathy a vicious shove, and her legs flew out from under her. She landed painfully on her bottom, on the hard kitchen floor. Her titties leaped, as if they were mounted on springs.
Wailing against her gag, she whirled onto her knees and began duck-waddling toward the door.
The brute dropped behind her and pushed against the small of her back. Her bare breasts smacked the cold vinyl linoleum, and she flattened out.
She was breathing hard. Her mind blazed with fear. She knew something awful was going to happen, and there seemed no way she could stop it. She was afraid even to try. because the man was strong enough to kill her with a single blow if he chose.
"Goddamn! You got a sassy butt!" The gorilla put his hand against her springy-firm bottom and shimmied it through her shorts.
Cathy cringed.
Oh, it's happening now! she thought. He's going to rape me for sure! He's going to pull my shorts and panties down, and he's going to jump on my behind. He must have a monster prick on him!
GOD, WHAT IF HE TRIES TO STICK IT UP MY ASSHOLE???
She began to squirm wildly, but that only made matters worse by wobbling her curvy buttocks. The brute chuckled lewdly and slapped at her quivery, gyrating curves.
Oh God, no! Cathy thought. I'm helpless! He can do anything to me he likes!
He growled, like the animalistic creature he was, and gripped the top of her shorts. Cathy bawled miserably against her gag. The apeman yanked at her shorts, and she felt their fasteners give way. The skimpy garment slid off her hips and along her bare, creamy-toned thighs.
But it wasn't her thighs that the brute was staring at. It was her quivering, pertly round-ed ass in snow-white bikini briefs. Their top elastic cut across her arching ass-groove, the rest of which showed hazily through the filmy nylon. The leg elastics of her pants curved upward across the cheeky fullness of her buttocks, baring their lower portions and the creases beneath them.
"Hah!" the man said, and gave her bottom a slap.
"MMMMM!" Cathy protested as her burning asscheeks bounced.
It was awful to be at a man's mercy. And such a man! He was sub-human!
He pressed the flat of a big hand against the seat of her panties and shook her buttocks, which were like exquisite molds of Jell-o set close together.
Cathy stared over her shoulder at him, trying to judge what he was going to do next as if she didn't know! Because of the bagginess of his pants, and the fact that he was leaning forward, she couldn't tell if his penis was erect or not. But she was sure it was!
Oh, if you're going to use it on me... for God's sake, do it and get it over with! she thought, though every cell in her body cringed at the prospect.
The gorilla curled a thick finger around her top panty elastic, his fingertip tickling her ass-groove. Cathy squirmed. The threat of sodomy terrified her, and she hoped that, if she cooperated, her assailant would choose the easier route of driving his male organ into her pussy. Strangely enough, that crevice had moistened during her struggles, and would offer little resistance to his plunge.
The brute pulled her panties down, stretching the elastic band at their top so that it burned her tender belly and pubic mound as it skidded across them. The cold, hard linoleum pressed her pussy fluff and madly stimulated her clit, which swelled responsively.
Damn me, I'M TURNING ON! she realized with shocked dismay.
The last thing in the world that she wanted was to thrill as the awful man shoved his prick into her. She desperately struggled with herself, and this became more important than struggling with her assailant, which was hopeless, anyway.
He pulled her minipants all the way down her curved, cream-toned legs and off. Then he grasped her by the asscheeks, his hands wrapping snugly around the quivery, rounded loaves, and pushed. That forced her hips up, and Cathy drew her knees forward, spreading them apart. The brute's squeezing of her buttocks as he pushed against them and upward, caused the rubbery mounds to stretch open, revealing the enticing pink dimple of her anus.
Cool air trickled the forbidden aperture, and Cathy clenched her circular muscle defensively.
Oh, if he tries to put his prick in there, I'll DIE! she thought.
The apeman grinned moronically as he eyed her shockingly exposed elimination-hole. But then his gaze glided down between her spread thighs to the most girlish part of her-the dainty pink gash between her fluffy rows of golden cunt-curls--and his great prick gave a lurch in his pants.
The girl's pussy was wet-glisteningly, slippery wet! Her twat promised the kind of moist heat that a man loved to feel wrapped around his turgid fuck tool.
Cathy heard her attacker zip open his pants, and she had to crane her neck to see his fly, looking past her bottom that poked lewdly into the air. She caught her breath as his awesome organ leaped out and stood quivering behind her upraised ass.
GOD! she thought. That's IMPOSSIBLE! No man can have a cock that huge! Oh, it'll RIP ME APART-EVEN IN MY CUNT!
"MMMMMM!" she moaned against the tape that sealed her lips.
The brute who was about to rape her paid no attention. He lovingly stroked his nine-inch cunt plugger, feeling its rounded thickness throb in the semi-circle of his thumb and fingers. His bare, bluish cockhead swelled, and clear moisture drooled from its gaping slit.
Cathy's mind boggled at the sight of it. Her pussy pulsated. To her shame, she felt fresh moisture gush from the hidden wellsprings in her vulvar folds, slicking up the mouth of her fuckhole really good. Though she hadn't been speared in months, except by her own fingers... she was ready now!
Oh, I'm AWFUL! she thought, shuddering at the realization that her body yearned for the violation which was to come-even from that MONSTER!
He moved forward, and her back arched concavely, her bottom sticking higher and her pussy tilting up. Honey ran along the pinkish folds, through her curlies and into her tangled tuft.
Her attacker grinned. Clutching his amazingly long, thick tool in his fist, he worked it up and down, swabbing its rubbery bulb between the cheeks of Cathy's ass and along her split cunny, nudging her liver-like, warm labia apart.
"Mmmmmmm... " she moaned helplessly while her young body throbbed.
The gorilla twisted his blunt-headed instrument into the softest part of her sexflesh, felt her lips nibble around his bulging glans... then shoved with brutal zeal. His fist-like cockhead stretched her near-virginal membranes wide apart, all but ripping them, as he burrowed deep into her belly, bumping the end of her vaginal passage.
As she throbbed with an unbelievable sense of fullness, of being utterly stuffed, Cathy thanked her stars that her vagina was so slick. Otherwise she would have been hurt severely by the apeman's plunge.
But he had just started.
His bulbous glans pulsated pressingly against the bottom of her well, giving her discomfort. Pussies were designed to stretch, however, and Cathy's did. The rapist pulled back, drove into her again, and deepened his possession as she moaned heatedly against her gag.
"Uuuugh!" he grunted as he plunged into her slickly clasping cunt a third time, sinking nearly the entire length of his rod.
OH, SWEET JESUS! she thought. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! WHAT A COCK! IT MUST BE DRIVING ALL THE WAY UP TO MY LUNGS! IT'S STRETCHING ME SO OPEN! GOD!
Giddy pulsations streamed through her shocked flesh, turning her brain light. Each driving thrust of the brute's awful prick jarred her, rubbing her titties against the floor. Her nipples were stiff and hot.
The rapist rotated his massive sex machine inside her, opening and deepening her passage even more. But her slick sleeve remained snug around him.
He wiggled her upthrust asscheeks in his hands as he knelt straight up. His balls leaped out of his fly and swung against her clitty when he commenced a brisk rhythm.
HE'S REALLY FUCKING NOW! she thought, shuddering. I'M REALLY GETTING IT! WOW! HIS APE-PRICK'S DRIVING SO DEEP INSIDE ME IT FEELS LIKE IT WILL COME OUT MY THROAT!
The rapist snarled, screwing his blonde cunted prey ever harder. He showed no mercy, sticking his prick on each thrust as deeply into her as it would go... driving it to his hairy balls.
Cathy's hips jerked. Tremors rolled through her. She was COMING, she realized with dismay-coming for the first time around a man's cock and hating it! But there was nothing she could do to stop the rush of luscious sensation which made her brain swim.
Her channel rippled spastically around the huge column that pumped inside it. Her orgasm heightened. Her eyes rolled as her clawing fingers scrabbled against the slick floor. She gasped through flaring nostrils.
The brute kept driving into her as her hips weaved and lurched, bending his fast-fucking pole this way and that. He growled and slapped her flanks, making her asscheeks jiggle.
ISN'T HE EVER GOING TO STOP??? she thought in giddy bewilderment. No man had ever lasted half that long with her.
The maniac fucked on and on, and Cathy kept coming until she was so weak that her legs wouldn't support her any longer, and she flopped flat on the floor. His rod pulled out of her pussy and sprang bobbingly upright, the sudden shock causing him to shoot.
"AAAAWWWW!" he growled, in mingled bliss and frustration, as wet bullets spurted from the end of his jerking gun. They looped above Cathy and splattered down on her tousled, honey-colored hair... on her ruckedup blouse, and onto her quivering fanny as the ape rocked back on his heels.
"YOU FUCKIN' BITCH!" he husked, and pounded her asscheeks, hitting them one way, then the other, making them bounce and turn red.
"MMMMMM!" she moaned against her gag.
But she was so blissfully, shamefully sated that she didn't care that he was pummeling her or that his sperm was smeared all over her. She lay against the linoleum and breathed hard through her nose, smelling the fishy scent of his product.
He got up and grunted as he stuffed his softened penis into his pants, then zipped his fly closed. He balled some saliva in his mouth and spat it on the besmirched blonde who lay before him. She whined through her nose.
"Them goddamn pitchers!" he grumbled.
"You ain't heard the last 'a this!"
He turned and plodded toward the door, shaking his head.
"MMMM!" Cathy said urgently, and waggled her taped arms behind her back. They ached.
The ape stared at her. "Yeah. I guess I better take the tape off, so's nobody will find you that way."
He lumbered back to her, bent, and ripped the tape from her wrists.
Cathy gratefully moved her arms to her sides and wiggled them.
"You hadn't better talk!" the brute warned. "And you better get hold of them pitchers, 'cause me or my boss'll be back!"
He turned and left the kitchen. Cathy heard him let himself out of the apartment.
She sat up, her head woozy, and gingerly removed the tape from her bruised lips. She panted, her naked breasts rising and falling.
She still could scarcely believe what had happened to her. The whole thing was like a nightmare. Why would anyone want her innocent pictures of animals and birds? It didn't make sense.
Cathy slowly got up by hanging onto the kitchen table with her sore arms. Her knees buckled, and she had to grasp hold again to keep from falling.
Her pussy had been rubbed raw. She felt as if she wanted to soak in a warm tub for a week.
Making her way to the living room, she locked the front door and shuddered. She turned and confronted the telephone.
She ought to call the police and report the rape, she supposed.
But what would that mean?
She would have to go down to the station and describe all the details to a bunch of leering cops. They were probably just like the rapist at heart. Well, they were men, weren't they? Then if they caught the guy, she would have to testify in open court.
No, thank you!
She walked to the bathroom, wanting only to wash away all evidence of the disgraceful episode. First she shampooed her hair, to get the rapist's goo out of it. Then she soaked in the tub.
She felt a great deal better by the time she had climbed out and dried herself off.
She walked nude into the bedroom, her full breasts doing their erotic dance. Selecting fresh panties-canary-colored ones with a white lace trim-she stepped into them and drew them up. She ran her fingers around the leg elastics, tucking them beneath her plump buttocks.
Bing-bong!
Cathy jumped at the sound of the door chimes.
Could it, she wondered, be the gorilla coming back?
She stood, shivering with apprehension, as the chimes rang again.
It couldn't be him! she decided. Not so soon!
She walked hesitantly toward the front of the apartment, wearing just her panties...
CHAPTER THREE
"Wh-who is it?" she called through the door.
"Quickie Delivery Service, ma'am!" a young masculine voice replied.
Cathy relaxed a bit, but she was puzzled.
"Well, what have you got?" she asked.
"An envelope from Henderson's Department Store!"
My photo negatives! Cathy thought. I must have left them there, and the store was good enough to have them delivered.
She unlocked the door and, standing behind it, opened it a crack.
"Pass the envelope through," she said.
"I can't do that, ma'am," the boy told her. "You've got to sign for it."
"Shit!" Cathy said.
"Pardon me, ma'am?"
"Never mind! I... uh... am not dressed. You can step in if you'll promise to keep your eyes shut."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Feeling tingly as she stood behind the door with just her panties on, Cathy watched the boy enter. He was tall and gangly in a t-shirt and jeans, with a blue messenger's cap. He was a high school kid, Cathy judged, making a little spending money by working on Saturdays. His presence in her apartment might have pleased her if it weren't for what she had just gone through. As it was, she only wanted him to make his delivery and go away.
With his eyes dutifully closed, he held out the photo-lab envelope.
"Oh yes, that's it!" she said gratefully. "Where do I sign?"
After handing her the envelope, the youth dug a pad from his back pocket, along with a stubby pencil. Cathy placed the pad against the wall to sign where there was an X.
The lad opened his eyes to mere slits and peeked at her. The sight of her bare, bulging tits fattened his young cock and started it rising.
He squeezed his eyes tightly shut again as she turned to faced him.
"Here," she said, pushing the pad and pencil into his hand. "Ooh, I should give you a tip, shouldn't I?"
"That would be nice, ma'am!" the youth said, fidgeting blindly. His dick was rising higher.
As Cathy turned and walked to where her purse lay on the sofa, the boy opened his eyes and stared at her wiggling buttocks in her silky pants. His cock pushed straight out in his jeans. He kept staring at the pretty blonde as she went forward to rummage in her purse. Her panties drew taut across her buttcheeks. and the canary-colored nylon narrowed sexily to pass between her thighs.
The delivery boy shut his eyes as she turned toward him, but she saw his condition as she brought him a dollar, and her cheeks reddened. She knew that he had peeked at her.
"Shame on you!" she said, pushing the bill into his hand.
The boy grasped the dollar, and opened his eyes wide.
"Wow!" was all he said, as he drank in the sight of her pink-nippled boobies. Then he turned and hurried from the apartment.
Fresh punk! Cathy thought, quickly shutting the door. She re-locked it. He wasn't the kind of boy she liked, anyway. He was too old-a man, really.
She thought of sweet little Dickie at the photo lab, who was just the right age. He could make her happy, she knew. But he seemed unattainable.
Cathy looked at the envelope of photo negatives. As usual, it bore no name. There was only an order number which identified the contents to the lab personnel.
She carried the envelope into her studio, whose walls were lined with her photographs, making the room look like a gallery. She stepped to her printing table and switched on the light of the enlarger.
Now to see what that gorilla wanted with my pictures! she thought, although she didn't have any real confidence that she could solve the mystery, since she already knew what the photographs contained. Still, there had to be some answer!
She spilled out the negatives from the envelope and selected one at random. Placing it in the enlarger, she bent to look at the projected image.
"Ooh, my God!" she exclaimed aloud.
Her hand frantically fiddled with a control knob, blowing up the image even more.
She now understood why the brute who had raped her had wanted the pictures. They weren't hers at all. Somehow she had gotten the wrong negatives from the lab.
Of course! she realized, recalling what had happened. I was flustered after diddling myself in the restroom. And Dickie was looking at me-that darling boy! I must have picked up the wrong envelope from the counter.
Her pink lips parted as she stared at the shocking scene which the enlarger revealed, in stark detail and brilliant color.
The feminine face in the illuminated photo was familiar to anyone who read the daily newspapers or watched the news on TV. It belonged to the wife of the governor, who happened to be running for re-election.
What that face was doing provided the shock: It was pressed to the naked belly of a boy who was too young to have hair on his balls. Those balls lay against the woman's chin, while her mouth encompassed the child's penis. The look on the young lad's face was marvelous to see.
Cathy stared at the perverted spectacle and thrilled. Her own secret, lascivious longings leaped to the fore, and it was as if she herself were kneeling in front of the delightful youth, sucking his little-boy cock.
She had never sucked a penis in her life, and had certainly never thought she would want to. But her mouth watered. Her vagina began to itch, also.
With trembling fingers, she took the negative from the enlarger, picked up another one, and slipped it into place.
"My goodness...!" she murmured.
The second shot depicted the same two persons, this time with the child lying on his back and the woman spread-eagled above him. It was all too obvious that they were fucking.
Cathy began to rub herself through her panties, still the only article of clothing that she wore.
Her free hand snatched other negatives, in turn, and she looked at them. They all showed the woman and child in various postures of sex. It was obvious that neither subject knew the photographs were being taken.
Cathy concentrated on one that showed the woman seated on a stool, with the boy standing in front of her. She was leaning back-against a home bar, it looked like-and her legs were sticking up in the air. The shot was particularly appealing, because it revealed the boy's stiff penis partially submerged between the fat, hairy lips of the woman's twat.
Oh, he's fucking her so good! Cathy thought. I can almost feel his darling dick stroking in and out of ME!
She rubbed herself more fervently through her nylon pants.
The import of the pictures was forgotten, as was the risk of possessing them. Cathy could think of nothing but the beauty and excitement of the scene she was looking at... and the powerful response it evoked within her. Up to that time, lovemaking between a grown woman and a little boy had just been a wisp of her mind, with nothing tangible about it. Now she had a picture of the act taking place, and her fantasies were given substance.
She feverishly adjusted the enlarger so that she could examine in minute detail first one portion of the thrilling picture, then another: The woman's face was rapt with passion, her head tilted back, her mouth agape. It was obvious that she enjoyed the little boy's fucking more intensely than if he were a grown man.
The lad's face revealed wonderment over the sensuous pleasure he was receiving, probably for the first time in his life. His body was trim and lean, his cock stiffly erect!
Most exciting of all was a close-up of the linkage between his projecting, childish penis and the warmth-giving cove of the woman's vagina. Cathy stared at that as she rubbed her lathering cuntlips through the soft nylon that narrowly covered them. Her viscous oozings seeped through to make the nylon slick and her fingers gooey.
Oh, my goodness, I'm really turning on! she thought. If I could get next to a little boy like that, I'd go crazy! I would fuck him and fuck him until he couldn't take any more, and then I'd fuck him again! Young boys' cocks snap back very quickly, I understand.
Oh, I feel so LOOSE!
She stretched the crotch-strip of her panties away from her seething cunt and pressed her fingertips directly against the plushy, hair covered flesh. Squirming lasciviously while she remained bent over the enlarger, she panted through pink, o-shaped lips.
She plunged two fingers into the warm, sticky sump of her sexual center and began to diddle herself rhythmically, rubbing her fingers across the throbbing tip of her clitoris as they dipped in and out of her slippery, clasping hole.
"Ooooh, baby!" she said aloud. "Use your little dick on Mama! That's it! Fuck your sweet, darling pecker in and out of Mama's hole! Yesssss! Mmmmmmm, that's heavennnn!"
Cathy frigged herself faster and faster, her hand moving inside her yellow panties, obscenely stretching them into weird shapes. Her other hand rolled her naked breasts, pinching and plucking at her electrically-charged nipples.
"Ooooh, darlinnnng... fuck me... FUCK MEEEEE!" she said aloud, speaking to the young boy in the picture as she rose to a throbbing climax.
Her body bucked with joy, making it difficult to keep her gaze focused through the enlarger's eyepiece as she frantically stroked the tip of her burning clit. She squeezed a ripe breast and pulled her nipple.
Waves of luscious warmth rolled through her. She kept coming and coming.
Finally she was exhausted, and she flopped into a chair, breathing raggedly. Her pussy was a sticky mess, and she felt she needed another bath. Her panties were plastered wetly against her warm, soft folds of cuntal flesh.
The front door chimes rang.
Oh, God! Cathy thought as she jerked erect. It's that gorilla! He's had a chance to talk to somebody, and now he's back!
She thought about handing him the pictures. But she didn't want to do that. She assumed the photos had been taken to use against the governor in the election campaign, maybe to force him out. She didn't care about him, but she sympathized with his wife. The woman was like her-they both were attracted to little boys-and Cathy didn't want to see her humiliated because of it.
She didn't want to give up the pictures, anyway. They were too beautiful!
Her decision was made quickly. As the door chimes rang a second time, she nervously shuffled the photo negatives into the envelope. Not daring to take the time to get dressed, she hurried from her studio and to the rear of the apartment, fearing that the ape was about to break in.
Letting herself out through the service porch, she looked about frantically. If she were to run around to the front of the building to get into her car, the brute might see her. Anyway, she was nearly naked! She would have to hide somewhere.
The apartment next door! A single man lived there, and he apparently was at home, since his rear door was open behind the screen.
Cathy didn't want to take time to ring the bell. She tried the screen, and it opened.
Wait! she thought. I can't take the photos in with me. I'd have to explain them.
There was a trash can beside the door, and she stuck the photo envelope into it. She covered the envelope with rumbled paper.
She entered the apartment and stopped in the kitchen, breathing hard. Her titties rose and fell. She would have to announce herself to her neighbor, she realized. Anyway, she might need his help. What if the gorilla figured out where she had gone and came looking for her?
And he will! she realized suddenly, because I forgot to turn off the enlarger! He'll see the light on and know I was looking at the photos just now! Shit! I even left my back door open and the screen to this apartment unlatched. Where were my brains? I might as well have written a note saying I came here!
A bag of golf clubs lay in the living room. No one was about. Cathy became aware of a rumbling sound and deduced that her neighbor had just returned from playing golf and was taking a shower.
She daringly entered his bedroom, thinking only about the peril that might be pursuing her. Men weren't any good for sex, as far as she was concerned, but they could come in handy for protection.
Throwing all modesty and manners to the winds, Cathy opened the door of her neighbor's bathroom. The hazy outline of a human form was visible through the opaque glass of the shower stall as the water splashed and steam drifted over the door.
I've got to get out of sight! Cathy thought desperately. And I don't want to be alone! That gorilla might be walking into this apartment right now!
She yanked the shower door open and crowd-ed in with her naked neighbor.
"What the...!" he said in astonishment. He stared at Cathy through the steam as the water pelted down onto her erect, rounded breasts. The water quickly soaked through her panties and plastered the nylon against her until it was thin and flimsy as wet tissue paper. Her wedge of blonde hairs showed through.
"Please... oh, God!" she whispered urgently. "Somebody's after me! I've got to hide here! I'm sorry!"
"I'm not!" her good-looking neighbor said, grinning. "You can hide in my pad any time, baby." His hairy arms encircled her.
"Shhhh!" she said in a low-pitched tone. "The guy's liable to be right outside."
"Well, let's keep standing close together, and he'll see only one shape through the glass," her neighbor said, seemingly amused by the whole thing.
The suggestion made sense to Cathy, and she let the tall, dark-haired fellow continue to embrace her.
"I've been wanting to get acquainted with you for a long time," he said. "My name's Tom Dougherty, by the way."
"Cathy West. Please be quiet!"
Tom held her curvaceous form very snugly against him, and she clung to his slippery, naked body. She immediately realized that she had a new problem on her hands when she felt the unmistakable stiffening of the fellow's cock.
She didn't dare push away from him, for fear the gorilla was about to enter the bathroom and would see two forms through the clouded glass.
"Please!" she hissed as Tom's penis rose and grew, pressing ever more urgently against her soft belly.
"What's the matter?" he whispered back, chuckling.
"Your thing!" she exclaimed sotto voce. "Damn it, did you have to get a hard-on?"
"Sure!" he said proudly, and moved his hips back far enough to let his cock flip straight up between their bellies. "I'm a normal guy, and you did jump into my shower with just your panties on. Christ! Where'd you get those eye-popping jugs?" He gazed down at her pink-nippled beauties with the water streaming over them.
"Don't get nasty!" she whispered.
"And your bottom!" Tom added, taking hold of it. "Firm and curvy as hell!"
"Oooh, this is awful!" Cathy murmured, her eyes rolling.
"I think it's great!" the impudent man replied as he rolled her pliant buttocks through her wetly clinging panties.
"Damn you!" she whispered fiercely. His prick felt like a whole salami, sandwiched between them. "This isn't going to do you a bit of good, you know!"
"What! After I've helped save you? Where's your gratitude, baby?"
"Wh-why don't you step out," she suggested, "and see if there's anyone out there?"
"Oh, no. I like it fine right here."
Still grinning, he was treating the situation as a joke. But his prick told Cathy that he was serious about wanting to screw her.
"Then I'll go out!" she said finally, and tried to push away from him.
He held on, backing her into a corner of the shower stall.
"You're not gonna tease and run!" he said, and yanked her panties down. Her bare buttocks pressed wetly against the tile.
"You wouldn't actually... rape me... right here...!"
"Rape? Hell, you jumped into my shower!"
His hands curled around her slippery breasts and squeezed their resilient firmness. His upthrust cock jerked, thumping against her thinly clad belly.
She looked down at his rosy-headed monster. It was a husky cock, though not as huge as the one that had raped her a little while ago.
She was going to have to take this one too, it appeared. Two forcible screwings in the same day! God!
Tom squatted quickly to yank her sopped panties the rest of the way down her legs. He worked them off her feet.
"Ooooh, pleeeease!" Cathy begged. "What did T ever do to youuuuu?"
"You made my cock hard!" Tom replied. "Now I'm going to run it up inside you!"
"Bastard!" she exclaimed, though still in a low tone, because she remained afraid of the ape who might be lurking just outside.
"What are you, one of those women's libbers?" Tom asked, smiling down at her. "Hate men?"
"I hate your "Good!" he said. "Then I'll give you a fast fuck, and I won't have to worry whether you make it or not."
"Make it?" Cathy ridiculed. "Don't worry I couldn't make it with you under any conditions!"
He grasped her under the arms and slid her up the wall, her wet breasts joggling. "Spread those legs!" he ordered.
Cathy shamefully swung her thighs wide apart so that they pressed against the converging walls of the shower. Tom looked at the blonde-pelted target of his lust. The smooth, gleaming edges of Cathy's pink cuntal lips were visible, as was the hooded projection of her clitty. Her girl-cock was tense, despite her aversion to the rape that was about to occur.
Tom moved closer, holding her elevated in the corner of the shower stall, and crouched a bit, nuzzling his erection into her wet, soft crotch.
Cathy's expression made plain her displeasure. But as the man's peckerhead spread her clammy-warm cuntlips wide apart and glided up between them, a new look came into her blue eyes and her rosebud mouth opened. He let her down a little.
"Aaaaahhhh!" he said as his wet prick fully entered her pussy.
Cathy stared into his strong, handsome face, her eyes wide, her heart throbbing.
"Clamp your legs around my waist!" he said. "Christ, haven't you ever fucked standing up before?"
She encircled his trim waist with her wet legs. He began jiggling her up and down, rubbing her back against the slippery tile. Her titties bounced.
"Ooooh, shit!" he exclaimed passionately as her clutching pussy glided up and down on his turgid upthrust rod.
"Get it... over with!" she demanded, breathing hard.
"You cold bitch!" he snarled, and fucked her fiercely, jabbing his cunt-stretching cock up into her as he joggled her wet, naked body.
"Oooh... ahhh!... God... " she panted, flopping her head from side to side, her cheeks slapping the walls of the shower. She felt dismay and shame, but she couldn't help getting excited, also.
Tom's charger reared in her bobbing hole, sending ripples up and down her tunnel of slippery flesh. It was quite a piece of meat that he was jabbing up into her. The man was strong enough to support her and fuck effectively at the same time.
His strength only further turned her off. It was the crass domination of men that she hated!
But her pussy liked the bulb-headed, thick column that was surging rapidly up into it, and Cathy shut her eyes so that they wouldn't reveal her passionate involvement. However, Tom could see it in the gaping of her moist, pink mouth, and he felt it in the gyrating clutches of her twat.
He plunged thickly up into her, stimulated by her silken cunt-grip and the bouncing of her luscious tits. She was getting every millimeter of his 7-inch rod, her sensitive labia smacking his wet bush every time he let her down. Her entire tunnel was rhythmically spread and deepened, his blunt-ended tool slamming the neck of her uterus on every upward jab.
Her head began wobbling loosely on her shoulders like that of a spring-necked doll. She gasped and panted. Her mind was in a dizzy whirl: Oh, his cock does feel good... so big and fat... plunging so far up into me! But I hate it! God, how I hate him! I'd like to kill him! FUCK ME... FUCK ME! Drive that telephone pole up into me! Oh, you dirty son of a bitch!
Cathy began to shake and wriggle. Her hot cunt rippled around the man's upward jabbing rod.
"AAHHHRGH!" he rasped, and his prick jerked mightily inside her. He shot like Old Faithful.
GODDAMN YOU! she thought, seething with frustration when he stopped moving. OH, I'D LIKE TO RIP OFF YOUR FUCKING BALLS!
He let her drop quickly, because his arms were tired, and his dick flipped free to bob springily a few times before it lapsed in softness.
"I hope you're satisfied!" Cathy said with scathing bitterness.
"Damned right! Now, would you like me to wash your pussy?"
"Don't do me any favors!" she snapped, and tried to edge past him. The brute whom she feared must have given up by that time, she decided. Or perhaps he hadn't been after her at all. It might have been a kid at her door, selling newspaper subscriptions!
Tom let the frustrated, angry girl leave the shower, but he quickly followed, after shutting off the taps. Blocking her escape from the bathroom, he snatched a towel off a rack.
"At least you'd better get dry," he said, encircling her with the bowel and starting to rub.
"T can do that!" she said testily, and tugged the towel away from him.
He took another and dried himself while he watched her with twinkling eyes.
"What are you-a model?" he asked.
"No, of course not!" Cathy couldn't help feeling a trifle flattered.
"A stripper, then?"
"Why do you say that?"
"You've got great tits!" he said, watching them bounce. Really fantastic!"
"Just keep your dirty remarks to yourself," Cathy said as she toweled her nude body.
Naked and dry, she stopped short. She caught her breath.
"T-Tom...!" she said raspily. "He's... here!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The nude man crowded after her and confronted the brute who stood in the center of the bedroom, glowering at them.
"What the fuck do you want?" Tom demand-ed, edging around Cathy and moving over next to the bed.
"That babe!" the ape responded. "She's got somethin' of mine."
"Is that right?" Tom asked Cathy.
"No!" She had backed up into the bathroom doorway.
"The lady says no," Tom told the apeman. "So get out of here!"
The thug started moving toward Tom, advancing warily because Tom was no midget. The latter yanked open the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a gun.
"This is loaded!" he said. "Move one step closer, and I'll blow your guts out!"
The brute stopped. He squinted. His flabby lips moved, but no sound came out.
"Cathy, pick up my phone there and call the cops," Tom said.
"No!" she exclaimed.
"Why not?" Tom was watching the massive man who stood menacingly in front of him, a threat even with a gun trained on him.
"I... I don't want the police in on this!" Cathy said. "Just let him leave."
"You heard her!" Tom said to the gorilla.
"You're in big trouble," the brute said to Cathy, then turned and lumbered out.
Tom followed him to the front door of the apartment, and bolted it. He walked through the kitchen and service porch to the back door, which he shut and bolted, also. Returning to the bedroom, where Cathy waited tremulously, he placed his revolver on the nightstand.
"You weren't snowing me about being in a jam," he said. "What's it all about?"
"N-never mind!" Cathy looked away.
Tom grasped her by an arm and jerked her around, her breasts bobbing wildly. She gasped and stared at him through wide eyes.
"Look!" he said. "I'm in this now-right up to my balls. And I've got a right to know what's going on."
Cathy fidgeted. She didn't dare walk out and return to her own apartments, even if Tom would let her. She would have to tell him something, she realized.
She racked her brain to try to make up a story.
"The truth!" he said, correctly reading her expression.
"Oh, all right!" Cathy had never been quick with a lie. "Can we... sit down?"
"Let's lie down," Tom said wolfishly. "Anyway, I want to be close to the gun."
Cathy walked to the bed, thinking it might be to her advantage to keep him sexually interested. She still needed his help.
He watched her buttocks twist sensuously.
"You're as cute in the ass," he said, "as you are in the titties."
"Must you talk filthy?" she asked angrily.
He shut up and watched her lie on the bed, her breasts joggling. Her fleecy cunt-hairs were fluffed as a result of their recent toweling, and they looked like a golden cloud, hovering over her slitted sex-mound.
Tom followed her to the bed, his meaty, circumcised cock swaying before pendulous balls. He lay down beside her.
"Now... " he said, propped on an elbow to look at her.
"Well... it's difficult to explain."
"Go ahead."
Cathy haltingly told him the story about picking up the wrong photo negatives, continuing with an account of the rape by the brute who was just there. She said she had stashed the photos in Tom's trashcan.
"So what's in those pictures?" he asked.
"It's... blackmail material, I suppose."
"Did you look at them?"
"No!" Then she thought quickly: Oh, I'll have to tell him the truth! Otherwise he won't understand why I don't want to give the pictures back!
"Yes, I looked at them!" she admitted. "They're of the governor's wife, making love to... a little boy."
"No shit! And you risked your neck and mine just because you like the governor?"
"No!" Cathy colored, and looked away. "I didn't want to see his wife humiliated."
"A kid-loving queero?"
"Don't say that!" Cathy retorted hotly.
Tom studied her pouty expression, then let his eyes sweep along her sumptuously curved form, past her perfect tits, over her gently undulated belly and fluffy wedge, then along her cream-smooth, tapering legs. He rolled onto his side and tickled her near nipple with a fingertip.
"Don't!" she said, slapping his hand away. "What are your plans?" he asked. "I... don't know."
"Well, I do. You can't go back to your apartment."
"Maybe not," she admitted.
"And if you're going to spend the rest of the day and night here, we're going to make good use of the time."
Cathy slanted him a look. "You would say that, wouldn't you? When a girl's in a bad spot, you'd naturally take advantage of her!"
"Sex is a two-way street. We can both enjoy it."
"I can't enjoy it with you! I told you that."
"What's the matter with me?" Tom asked.
"You're a... a typical man!"
"If you aren't a woman's libber, you must be a flaming lezzy!"
"No! I just don't like to be mauled and ridden on," Cathy said.
"Then you do the riding. I'd like that just fine!"
Cathy continued looking away, her cheeks a soft pink.
"But first... " Tom added, and swung between her thighs. He snuggled low, his face just above her belly.
"Ooh, please!"
Tom nuzzled her soft fluff.
"Don't." Her voice was barely audible.
The man lifted her thighs and spread them wide apart. She was ashamed to have him looking at her pussy from close range.
"What a pretty snatch!" he said. "Blonde and pink! You're a beauty from all angles. Why do you have to be so cold?"
Instead of replying, she bit her lip.
"Maybe I can warm you up... "
He bent his head into her crotch, and Cathy stiffened. No man had ever approached her in that way before.
When Tom's tongue touched a hair-strewn, velvet drapery of her cunt, Cathy caught her breath. He licked up one side of her pussy and down the other, giving her a sensation that she'd never had before.
She wasn't sure if she liked it, but it made her very wiggly. It was nasty, of course.
Tom began to lick the hooded, small protrusion of her clit, and the sensation grew even hotter. Cathy's eyes rolled, and she bit her lip.
Oh, what he's DOING to me! she thought. I should kick him away! But it feels good!
Tom's tongue nudged her pussy petals apart and dipped into the damp cleft between them.
He licked her moistly succulent inner flesh.
My God! she thought. I'm turning on! Oh, if he keeps doing that, I might even take his nasty cock into my mouth! It feels so good to have his damp tongue tickling my pussy!
She squirmed, tilting her twat higher. Honey trickled along its soft, wiggly folds, which the man's tongue lapped up. He was treating her so gently, and, now that she wasn't looking at him, it was almost as if he were a 'young boy' making love to her.
What if Dickie, at the photo lab, were making love to her that way!
The mere thought excited her so much that she began to bump her suddenly sopped vulva against Tom's face.
"That's it, baby-turn on!" he murmured heatedly, his lips brushing her cunt. His tongue stabbed into the softly slick socket of her vagina.
"Ooooh!" she moaned. "Doooo that! Ooh, it's wonderful!"
His tongue lapped across the wildly tingling tip of her clitty, and she could hear the lurid, sloppy sounds he made. His hands glided up. surrounded her soft breasts, and squeezed them.
"YESSSS!" she hissed. "Keep licking mee! Ooh God. Tom... that's getting it! I'm flying! Shit, don't you dare stop! Ooooooh!"
Tom had to clutch her thighs to keep her from flopping all over the place. He twisted his head and rooted like a pig at its swill, sinking his tongue into her wetly throbbing twat... slurping up her rich juices... tickling her clit so wildly that she felt she couldn't stand another stroke. But if he had stopped, she would have died!
Her hips began to bounce on the bed, and her sopped cunt smeared up and down across his lips and nose. He continued fluttering his tongue, breathing raggedly, his cock sandwiched upward and pulsating between his belly and the bed. He squeezed the girl's springy breasts and plucked at her tumescent nipples.
"NOWWWW!" she bawled. "OOH, MY GODDD... I'M CUMMMMINNNNG!"
Her gaze went in and out of focus as she stared at the ceiling. Throb after throb of luscious warmth shook her bliss-racked body.
Tom kept licking her tasty cunt as it pulsated wetly against his mouth. His nose was in her fluff, breathing in its scent which was faintly tangy, despite her soapless, accidental bath. Her hips gave spastic bumps, and she panted. Her eyes rolled.
She took every ounce of orgasm that Tom's tongue and sucking lips could give her. Then, weak and thoroughly sated, she pushed his head away.
"Oooooh... " she breathed raggedly, "you don't know what you did!"
He moved around to lie beside her and chuckled. "Sure I do. I ate your sweet pussy. Weren't you ever eaten before?"
"Noooh." Her eyes remained shut, and she was still breathing heavily.
"The question now," Tom said casually, "is what are you going to do for me?"
Her eyes popped open, and she stared at his super-stiff and florid penis, which he was waggling.
"Well?" he prompted.
"I don't feel like doing anything," she said. "Baby doesn't want to get screwed?"
"No!"
"Then baby will have to do what I did for her."
"No!" Cathy said firmly. "I don't do that." Tom sat up. "I was right about you," he said, his tone turning hard. "Roll over!"
"What?"
"Onto all fours! You're going to get it like the bitch you are!"
"Ooh, Tom... no... pleased... I can't take it another time!"
"Then give me a blow job, God damn it!"
Cathy was staring at his stiff cock. "H-how about... if I... use my hand on you?"
"Are you kidding? A goddamned jack-off?"
"I'll make it very good," she said, reaching for him. "You'll like it."
He slapped her hand away.
"Your mouth or your pussy," he said with deliberate crudeness. "Unless you'd like to get it shoved up your tight, hot ass!"
"Ooh my God, no! I-I'll... take it... into my mouth... "
What am I SAYING? she thought.
But it was too late to back out. Tom was already swinging astride her neck. Her eyes widened as she stared up at his pole which projected above her face.
He threaded his fingers into her loose blonde hair and tightened them around her head, which he tilted up. His pecker bumped her nose, and she breathed in the scent of his arousal.
Oh, here I am, doing something I said I'd never do! she thought with dismay as she grasped the barrel of his penis and tilted it down. But I can't help it! They're so filthy and demanding!
Cathy stuck out her pink tongue and swiped it caressingly around the swollen bulb of Tom's cock.
"Yeah, baby!" he breathed. "Lick it a lot!"
She felt miserably ashamed as she continued swirling her damply abrasive tongue around his ruddy cockhead. The knob was smooth and, she had to admit, tasty... if you liked that sort of thing. She didn't, she assured herself.
Tom moved forward, forcing his prick up alongside her nose, and she licked along the rigid stem. She twisted her head, licking all sides of his magic wand. Yes, it didn't taste bad at all! She liked the smell of it, too. But it was so big and fierce! She would have preferred a smaller dick that didn't scare her so. A dick like Dickie's!
Oh, my God! she thought, visualizing the young lad at the photo laboratory as she licked Tom's big cock more heatedly.
"That's the way!" he said. "Get with it! Show me what a hot cock-lover you are!"
She returned her gliding tongue to his cockhead and tasted it with fluttery, gliding strokes that spread her saliva all over the bulging, rosy knob, making it glisten luridly.
Cathy parted her lips and moistly kissed the tip of his prick.
"Uuuuh!" he said, shoving forward, and his flaring cockhead spread her lips wide as he drove his horny tool into her mouth.
Her eyes widened also when she found her mouth suddenly chockful of cock. Her soft, gleaming lips worked gaspingly around the shank of his organ. Her nostrils flared. His prickhead depressed her tongue, throbbing against it.
"Suck!" he ordered, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down, dark hair falling in front of his face.
Cathy stared at the thick dark bush around the base of his shaft as she rhythmically tightened and relaxed her lips around his hard column. She drew fresh flavor from his cock, which washed over her tongue and down her suddenly gulping throat. Her saliva flowed thickly, and his cock-knob was soaking in it.
She shut her eyes and began pumping her head forward and back, sucking strongly as she took several inches of his rigid dick into her mouth, then relinquished all but the rubbery head, then took his shaft in again. She tried to imagine she was sucking Dickie, but that was difficult because the prick sticking into her mouth was so thick and long. Still, she made the best of what she had, slurping sensuously on it as she glided her slippery lips forward and back around the projecting column.
"Aaaaww, yes!" Tom said, wiggling her head in his hands. "Suck that thing! Eat it up, baby!"
She tried to shut out his lewd remarks, because Dickie would never talk like that to her, she felt sure. Still, she went on sucking, as her o-shaped lips glided silkily up and down on Tom's rod. She felt his shaft tremble between her lips and his glans pulsate against her tongue. The slit at the end of his pecker leaked drop after drop of fresh male dew onto her tongue, spreading over her titillated taste buds.
Cock! she thought. Ooh yes, I do love it! If men would let me just do this to them... and if they would lick me nice, the way Tom did, I might get to like them. But they all want to fuck! And they don't even do it right!
She sucked and licked Tom's tasty cock, with her eyes blissfully shut, her mouth making softly erotic sounds. She lunged forward and back, taking his prick deeper and deeper into her oral embrace until the blunt snout of his organ thrusted into the orifice of her throat! Strangely she didn't gag-as she would have if, say, a finger were being forced into her gullet. That had to mean something. It meant, she supposed, that she liked to get her mouth and throat fucked by a prick!
But Tom's was still pretty big. Little Dickie's she could take all the way in, she thought.
She did her best to fully encompass Tom's raunchy rod as her o-shaped lips glided lower and lower on his shaft. Finally the tip of her nose was tickled by his wiry sex-hairs.
He growled and began to stroke his cock actively between her stretched lips. His balls swung against her chin. She sucked voraciously, gobbling at his cockhead and slathering her tongue along his pumping shaft.
Her own excitement grew. She wished Tom would finger her-oh, better yet. swing around and get his head between her thighs again. But, like a man. he just fucked her face, moving faster and faster.
Fuckers! That's what they all are! she thought. Mean old, raunchy fuckers!
She tried to keep pace with Tom's rapid strokes into her mouth by bobbing her head briskly. But it was no use. Tom fucked her circular lips as fast as he could, burning them with his slippery cock-strokes. Her brain swirled. She gulped giddily.
"AAAAAWWWGH!" she groaned as a gush of thick cock-cream surged over her tongue and flooded into her throat. She gobbled rapidly, getting more and still more of Tom's musky, bland-tasting stuff.
Her eyes watered as she swallowed as fast as she could, straining her throat muscles. But even so, some of Tom's goo oozed out around his quivering cannon-barrel and dribbled down her chin.
He finally drew back and let her head flop onto the pillow. Her eyes rolled giddily, and she licked the goo from her lips.
"For a girl who doesn't do it, you sure do it good!" Tom said. "Hey, there's some cream on your chin."
Why did I do THAT? she wondered. Oh well, what's the difference?
Tom stretched out beside her. He apparently was satisfied at last, but her own nerves were jangled anew.
Wasn't it possible for a man and a woman to both be satisfied, at the same time? she wondered.
"Now about those pictures," Tom said. "Maybe you'd better bring them in."
Cathy looked at him. "I was afraid you'd try to talk me into giving them back."
"Yeah?"
"Well, I did get you involved in something dangerous... and the pressure's not off yet."
"As long as the pressure's on, you're going to need my help-right?" His eye twinkled.
"So that's it! I should have known."
"That isn't all of it," Tom said. "I was thinking... if that lug who was here, and the people he works for, can use those pictures for blackmail, so could somebody else."
"Meaning?"
"You and me, baby!" Tom said. "We could make a cool million!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"You lousy son of a bitch!" Cathy said, and leaped to her feet. Her titties bobbed as she planted her legs apart and stared down at the man on the bed. Her hair was wantonly disarrayed, and her eyes cast blue sparks.
Tom sat up, grinning at her. "That what I like-some spirit in my girls."
"I'm not your girl! And I won't have anything to do with any stinking blackmail!"
"A million dollars, babe. Think about that!"
"NO!" She turned and started to leave the room, her buttocks wiggling. "I'm going to get those pictures."
"Like that? You're naked as a jaybird."
She stopped and looked around. "Where are my pants? Oh, what did you do with them?"
"They're in the shower," Tom said, "more sopped than they were before I pulled them off you."
"Well, you've got a robe or something, haven't you?"
"Come here. That ape may be watching this apartment, just waiting for somebody to stick their nose out."
Cathy blinked. "Maybe you're right."
"I'm right about everything! Come and lie down."
"Shit!" Cathy said uncharacteristically. "Just look at what I've gotten myself into!"
"Honey, you fell into a gold mine. And you dragged me in, also-which I appreciate."
She returned to the bed but merely sat on the edge of it. She looked down at Tom. "Maybe I should give the pictures back. I think T will."
"After all you've gone through-and when you've got a great chance to cash in? You're crazy!"
"Tom, blackmail's against the law."
"Don't talk like a kid."
"Well, I don't have the guts for it!"
"That's what you've got a partner for." Tom reached up and fondled her tits.
"Stop that!" she said, twisting away. Her boobs wobbled erotically.
"What do you do for a living?" Tom asked.
"I'm a secretary. And I make a little money off my photography."
"Okay. I'm a salesman. I have to scrounge and kiss asses to clear eighteen grand a year. We deserve better, both of us."
"We don't deserve anything that isn't ours!" Cathy said righteously.
"Bullshit! Anyway, the pictures are ours. Or yours. They were given to you, weren't they?"
"Well, sort of. But that was a mistake."
"So, the people who took them weren't entitled to them, either. They must have sneaked those shots illegally."
"All right! What if we give them to the governor?"
"That double-dealing faker? I'd rather see them printed on the front page of the News, so he'd get kicked out of office! Don't you see-nobody's right in this thing, if you want to talk about ethics. The only question is, who's going to come out on top?"
"Ooh, Tom, it's such a mess!"
"But a fortunate mess for us." Tom got to his feet, his cock and balls swaying. "I'm going to get those pictures. You stay right here."
He walked to the closet and snatched a robe, which he wrapped about his well-built body. He returned to the nightstand and picked up his gun.
"Be careful!" Cathy said.
"Don't worry."
Cathy sat disconsolately on the bed and watched the tall, handsome man leave the room. Now that she had gotten him involved, she could no longer control things herself, she realized.
But what would she have done on her own? She'd had her chance to give the photos back, and she hadn't wanted to do that. Even if she were to give them to the governor, she would still be in danger from the blackmailers who'd taken the pictures.
A million dollars! she thought. Could Tom and I really get that much?
Even if we got only half that, think of what it would buy!
Or I could invest my share and live off the proceeds. Then I wouldn't have to work. I could spend the rest of my life just taking pictures!
It was a heady thought.
She would have to move away, Cathy realized, and change her name. But so what? She had nothing to tie her where she was.
Tom returned, carrying the packet of photo negatives. "I didn't see that motherfucker outside," he said. "But you can be sure he'll be back, if these pictures are as hot as you said."
"They're hot, all right," Cathy told him. "The governor's wife is sucking the cock of that kid... and fucking him different ways."
"Shit!" Tom grinned happily.
"Oh, how can you enjoy this?"
"I'm thinking about what we're going to enjoy! Look... we've got to rustle our butts! I don't want us to be here when that goon or his buddies come calling again. This time they'll be armed and start shooting!"
"Well, where are we going to go?"
"Just get into my car and drive!"
"I don't have any clothes to wear!" Cathy protested.
"I've got an old pair of jeans you can put on. Girls wear boys' jeans, don't they? Roll the legs up. And you can wrap one of my t-shirts around your pretty tits."
"But, Tom...!"
"Get your ass moving!" he snapped, and hurried to the closet.
Ten minutes later, they were ready to leave. Tom had thrown some belongings into a couple of bags, along with the valuable photos. He had persuaded Cathy not to return to her apartment for any of her things. That hadn't taken much persuading, because she was deathly afraid of the gorilla and his gang.
She felt foolish as she scurried barefooted from Tom's apartment in jeans that were too big for her-though she filled them out well at the seat-and in a t-shirt which was loose at the waist and neck, but stretched taut across her billowing boobs. Her nipples made exclamation points in the thin cloth, and her toy balloons bobbed voluptuously as she walked. She carried one suitcase, so Tom could have a free hand to grab for the gun in his jacket pocket, if need be.
They didn't see anyone as they hurried to his car.
"Get in!" he snapped. "We've got to haul ass!"
"Where are we going?" Cathy inquired as he backed the car out.
"Not too far. The governor lives here in town, and he's the man we've got to contact for our payoff."
"Blackmailing the governor!" Cathy said. "God, that's dangerous!"
"Living is dangerous, baby... if you do it right."
Tom sped up the street, glancing repeatedly in his rear view mirror. No car followed.
"You know, I've got a theory," he said. "I'll bet that when the thug who was after you couldn't force you to give those pictures up, he was too scared to report back to whoever he's working for. Maybe he just took off. He's not the brains of the outfit-you can be sure of that."
"I know he isn't. He mentioned Mosely, who runs the photo lab."
"So they're the blackmailers! Shit, I pity the guy who works there and gave you the wrong pictures."
Dickie! she thought. Oh, my God! He IS iv danger! I didn't think of that.
"I want to go to the lab!" she told Tom. "WHAT?"
"Please! It was a young boy who gave me the photos. T can't bear to think of him being hurt!"
"Forget it! Jesus Christ, if we stick our noses around there, we're asking to get smeared! Your mind works in strange ways, baby!"
Cathy shut up. It was too late to reach Dickie anyhow, she realized. The lab closed at noon on Saturdays, and she had no idea where the boy lived.
She worried about him throughout the ride to the downtown motel, where Tom decided to stay. Her only hope was that, since Dickie was just a child, Mosely wouldn't blame him too much. Surely they wouldn't believe he had given the photos to her on purpose... would they???
In the motel room, Cathy tried to relax.
Tom was ebullient. "We got away!" he said. "Now all we've got to do is make contact with the governor."
"And how do we go about that?"
"Call his mansion in the morning. He'll probably be there on a Sunday."
"A person can't just pick up a telephone and talk to the governor, can he?" Cathy asked.
"Mmmm. I guess not. We'll have to figure out an angle. I don't want to get too many people involved in this. We'll have to contact one of the governor's key aides-someone who will realize how serious this is and can get right to him." Tom grinned. "You can make that contact, baby. A pretty babe can always get a guy's attention."
"Tom, I couldn't! Anyway, I've got nothing to wear. Look at me!"
"Yeah. Well, we'd better go shopping. It's late in the day, but we can find some kind of store that's open."
"I don't have any cash."
"I do. I always keep a few hundred on hand."
"Give me some money and I'll go buy what T need," Cathy said. It seemed a good excuse to get. away from Tom for awhile.
"Oh, no!" he retorted. "What if you don't come back? I've got the pictures, but I can use your help in working out a deal. I should think you wouldn't want to leave the pictures with me, anyway."
"Those nasty pictures!" she said. "I'm sorry I ever saw them."
Tom just chuckled. "Come on. We're going shopping, babe."
In a cheap store, that was open every day and evening, Tom tagged along while Cathy shopped off counters that had been pawed over. She pulled some panties from a jumbled mass of them, got a garter belt and two blouses in the same way. The skirts at least were on hangers. She bought two pairs of hose, some cheap shoes, and a handbag. She needed makeup items, too.
"Don't worry, babe," Tom said as they left the store with their purchases. "Pretty soon you'll be shopping at Saks."
They stopped at a hamburger joint for dinner, then returned to the motel.
"Let's get a good night's sleep," Tom said, "so we'll be fresh tomorrow."
That sounded good to Cathy, and it surprised her. She had been dreading the night, because she had assumed Tom would jump onto her and ride roughshod, the way men seemed to enjoy doing. But he let her climb nude into bed beside him and just rolled over, after warning her not to sneak out during the night.
"Those pictures are under my pillow," he said, "and I'll wake up if you try to pull 'em out. Remember I've got a gun. I might get panicky and shoot." Cathy got the message.
She lay in the dark for awhile, reviewing in her mind all the strange events that had happened, which had turned her life upside down. Then, from sheer fatigue, she dropped off to sleep.
When she awoke, in the dim light of early morning, she was startled to find that she was literally upside-down. Tom had rolled her onto her belly and boosted her bottom into the air.
"Ooooh, please... nooooh...!" she whimpered.
"I'm not going to start the day with a hardon," he said, rubbing the spongy bulb of his cock against her upturned pussy. Her breasts were mashed against the bed.
Cathy's old sense of humiliation came flooding back as she realized she would have to submit to yet another indignity-which would net her absolutely nothing, she feared.
Tom was intent upon lubricating her snatch by rubbing his cockhead repeatedly against her wiggly, soft folds. Her pink, blonde-bordered cuntlips gradually took on warm blood and unfurled, moisture dribbling along them.
Tom wiggled a stiff finger at her hot hole and made entry.
"Oooh!" she exclaimed in repugnance. "Must you do that?"
He wiggled his finger in her cunt, widening the passage and helping it to become slippery. Then he took his finger out and introduced the tip of his thrusting-dong.
Here I go again! Cathy thought. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Life has turned into one long fuckathon!
That's how marriage would be, I suppose. Well, no thank you!
Tom's prick broke through the spread draperies of her cunt and glided thickly up her slick channel.
"Christ!" he said. "Your twat's like a wet, velvet fist!"
"Just shut up and do it!" she said.
He began to pull and thrust, slowly and steadily, kneeling behind her upflung ass. His fat cockhead flared the walls of her pussy in rippling waves, and she let out a ragged little moan.
She couldn't feel a dick thrusting into her without getting involved. That was just the trouble! She got too well involved, but couldn't catch a climax. The only time she'd gotten off while being screwed was when the gorilla had raped her!
She shut her eyes and tried not to feel anything as Tom's bulb-ended prick thrust repeatedly up her narrow channel. She didn't move but just knelt humiliatingly, her back bent concavely and her bottom sticking up. Tom's naked front spanked her bouncy rear cheeks each time he sank his rod home.
"Give me some action, will you?" he demanded. "Shit, you act like you're dead!"
Cathy ignored his order. The less involved she became, the better it would be for her.
His hands spanned her widely spread hips as he pumped his prick in and out of her snug but unresponsive vagina. His thumbs tickled the crack of her ass.
To her dismay, Cathy felt him stretch her rubbery asscheeks apart, and she knew he could see her secret rear aperture while he watched the stroking of his ramrod in and out of her sex passage.
"Your asshole's a pretty pink!" he said. "I like that!"
"Please...!" Cathy moaned. "Oooh God, must you humiliate me more?"
Tom didn't reply, but sent a hot Shockwave coursing through her as he touched her sensitive anus with his thumb. She caught her breath, and her circular rectal muscles tightened defensively.
She felt more involved, all of a sudden. Tom was holding his thumb right against her anus, and for some crazy reason that turned her on!
He began to wiggle his thumb while pressing it against her ass-dimple.
"Ooooh!" she exclaimed, putting her hips into motion. "Dooon't! Damn you... you mustn't!"
She hunched hotly forward and back, driving her slippery sleeve up and down on his thrusting member.
Tom pressed his thumb against her asshole, as if he were ringing a doorbell, and she got hotter and hotter. She began to fuck like mad.
Tom gave his thumb a wicked twist, and it sank into her ass. Cathy sucked breath as her hot, rubbery asshole seemed to suck at the thumb-tip that penetrated it. Tom fucked her harder while wiggling his thumb deeper into her violated rectum. He watched her rosy encircling assmouth twist and contract spastically, alternately flaring, like pursed lips pushing out and in.
"Ooooh, GOD!" Cathy bawled. "Give me MORE of that! Use your whole thumb!"
He twisted his thumb into her hot asshole past the first joint, then all the way to the second. The penetration burned. But it thrilled Cathy intensely.
She slammed her rotating pussy against Tom's deeply spearing thrusts, bucking and shaking. She gasped and gurgled. She began spewing out a string of obscenities that shocked her own ears: "Ooooh, you goddamned filthy mother-fucker!" she cried. "Thumb my ass! Oooh, twist it! Fuck my pussy! Damn you! Oooooh... wowww! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEE! Wiggle your big thumb in my butt-hole! Give me all of it! OOH I'M GOING TO... "
Tom rammed his hard cock rapidly up her grasping, rotating cunt as he wiggled his thumb in her wildly clasping asshole. His thumb was pressing and massaging his cuntpumper through the thin membranes between her two passages, making her fuckhole even tighter to his fervid thrusts.
"... CUMMMMM!" she moaned, lurching and shaking.
Tom spurted, his cockhead ballooning in her rippling twat. He hosed the pit of her passage, then spurted again. His balls pumped joyously, expelling every drop of jism they contained. Cathy happily took it all, while moaning and panting. Her two holes throbbed spastically around Tom's members, which penetrated them.
Finally he was through ejaculating, and Cathy had climaxed into utter bliss. She slumped against the bed, and Tom pulled out of her. Her asshole popped noisily as it let go of his thumb, and he watched her rosy rectal flesh close in gathering puckers.
"Ooooooh...!" she sighed.
Tom sprang to his feet. "Let's shower together."
"Ooooh, no!" Cathy said. "T just want to lie here!"
He spanked her provocative bottom, making her gasp. "Get up!" he ordered as she turned a shocked face to look at him. "I'm not going to leave you alone in here with the pictures."
"You and those pictures I" Cathy snapped.
"Yeah. They're my ticket to prosperity. Yours, too."
Cathy got up and walked with him to the bathroom.
He had surprisingly given her a climax, she reflected. But how he had done it! She blushed to think about his thumb up her ass. Her little rear hole felt sore from the harsh penetration.
Why should she have enjoyed being abused that way, she wondered. Was she bearing such a burden of guilt that she felt she needed punishment? Or was it just some quirk that no one would explain?
She preferred not to think about it.
She didn't care to think about what Tom had told her they were going to do, either, and particularly her part of it. It had sounded as if he expected her to seduce some man in order to get a pipeline to the governor.
But all that money!
Cathy began mentally to spend her ill-gotten gains...
CHAPTER SIX
Even in the cheap clothes she had picked up at the discount store, Cathy looked like something special. Despite all that had happened to her during the past two days, she hadn't lost her look of girlish petulance, which contrasted strikingly with the thrust of her grapefruit-sized breasts and the saucy contours of her bottom. With no bra, as usual, the nipples of her titties impressed themselves enticingly on her blouse.
Looking like that, with her hair combed loose and fluffed out a bit, she waited outside the gate of the governor's mansion. Just waited. Tom had read in the morning paper that a political confab was scheduled in the house that morning-scheduled right after the governor came home from church. It was Tom's idea that Cathy should waylay some political bigwig as he drove out.
The gate was electrically controlled, with no one on duty there. Through it, Cathy saw the big cars lined up in the curved driveway. Chauffeurs stood in a knot, chatting. She hung back, so as not to be conspicuous.
When the gate finally swung open, and a long black limousine appeared, she stared at the car. It started to make a turn into the street, then stopped. A rear window rolled down.
"Are you waiting for somebody?" a man with iron-gray hair and horn-rimmed glasses asked.
"Well... yes and no. I need a ride into town and I thought that perhaps... " The man swung his door open. "Get in."
Cathy entered the classy car, feeling that Tom, who was parked up the street, would be proud of her for making such a quick contact.
"I'm Baxter Griffith," the man said, ogling her quivery breasts.
"Oooh, I've heard of you!" Cathy smiled. "You're the governor's campaign manager, aren't you?"
"That's right."
"I'm Cathy."
"Just Cathy, hum?" The fifty-year-old was ogling her tits like a hungry child.
"Well, that's enough-don't you think?"
"Do you really want to go into town, or could we ride around a bit?"
"Well, that would be all right. As a matter-of-fact, I'd like to talk to you, Mr. Griffith."
"Call me Bax. Everyone does. But there isn't too much we need to talk about." He slipped a billfold from his breast pocket. "Is a hundred sufficient?"
Cathy was offended. But what should she have expected, she reflected quickly, after jumping into his car and just using her first name? He hadn't gotten to be a big political operator because he was slow-witted. He just had the wrong idea of what she was selling.
"I don't want the hundred," she said, causing his bushy eyebrows to rise. "I want to talk to you about a bigger deal than that."
"Then do you mind if I sample the merchandise?" He curled his arm around her shoulders and drew her against him.
"Mister, uuh... I mean, Bax! Please!"
He was rubbing her braless titties through her blouse and breathing hard.
"Jesus Christ, what a set of knockers!" he said.
The glass above the front seat of the car was rolled partway down, and the black chauffeur was listening. His dark eyes appraised Cathy in the rear-view mirror.
"Could you... at least... close that window?" she asked Bax, pointing.
He pressed a button on the arm-rest, and the glass glided up, it was opaque. Another button drew curtains across the rear windows of the car.
"Just drive!" the man said into a microphone.
"I hadn't really intended... " Cathy started to say, but Bax was unbuttoning her blouse.
Damn men! she thought for the thousandth time.
The big politico took out her tits. He wheezed as he stared at them, holding one squeezable melon in each hand. Then he bent his head, tilted it to the side, and licked a thrusting pink nipple.
"Ooooooo... " Cathy breathed, because his tongue tickled nicely.
He switched to her other nipple, leaving the first gleaming wet and even stiffer than before. He clasped the second nipple between his lips and sucked.
Cathy squirmed. She had expected to put out, if need be, but she hadn't expected this middle-aged man to swarm over her so fast.
She might as well cooperate and let him get it over with, she decided. She certainly didn't want to offend him before they got down to business.
He pushed up her skirt and gazed at her creamy-smooth thighs above the tops of her gartered stockings.
"Damn, you're just what I need!" he said. "You must have dropped from heaven!"
He ran a hand up between her thighs, which she spread accommodatingly, and she gasped as he tickled her pussy through her sleek underpants.
"Lie across my lap," he said.
"Whaaat?"
"Lie face-down across my lap. I enjoy spanking pretty girls."
"B-but... "
Bax began to twist her, and she didn't dare resist. He flopped her onto her face on the car seat, pulling her legs across his thighs. He lifted her skirt to the small of her back.
"Oooh my, yessss!" he breathed raspily as he gazed at her girlish ass in clinging pink briefs. Her thighs were lusciously pale between the elasticized edges of her panties and the tops of her tautly gartered hose.
"D-don't huuuuurt me!" Cathy begged, looking anxiously over her shoulder.
"If I do, I'll make up for it," Bax said. "Don't you worry about that."
He began to spank her expanded pantyseat, making the fleshy cheeks of her bottom wobble. Puckers chased up and down across the soft nylon that spanned her buttocks. Each time Bax brought his hand down, he held it against her compressed half-globes for a few tantalizing moments, shimmying her resilient mounds.
Cathy was intensely embarrassed and offended. But what could she do?
Bax began spanking her more smartly, raising his hand just a little after each swat, so he could feel her pantied asscheeks quiver.
Cathy bit her lip.
The man rubbed his hand up and down across her bottom and along her thighs. He snapped one of her garter straps against her thigh, and she yelped.
He chuckled.
"Oh, you've got a fine spankable ass, my dear!" Bax said. "And lovely legs, too. I think I will kiss you all over. Would you like that?"
"No! Well... yes... if you want to."
"That's the girl!"
Bax plucked her top panty elastic and began to peel her pink briefs down. Inch by inch, her arching asscrack came into view-deep and mysterious between her close-set, satiny mounds. Bax bunched her pink panties around her thighs and began giving her bare buttocks little taps on their flanks, so that they vibrated sensuously.
Cathy rather liked that, though it was humiliating.
Suddenly the man brought the flat of his hand down stingingly across both cheeks of her bottom, making a sharp, fleshy report. She squealed. Her bottom burned. Bax spanked her that way again and again, until her bottom turned rosy.
"Oooooh, my Goddddd!" she cried, sobbing. "STOPPPP it! That HUUUUUURTS!"
Bax laughed and placed his hand gently against her springly, warm bottom. He wobbled her rear cheeks to and fro. Somewhere along the line, Cathy had become aware that his penis had risen in his clothes and was poking against her middle.
"Now, let me kiss you and make you feel better," he said, and bent his gray head while she watched over her shoulder. Her eyes were wet, her pink mouth gaping.
The man nuzzled a cheek of her bottom, shaking it gently with his face. His damp tongue crawled out of his mouth and began gliding over her punished flesh. It felt good to Cathy.
Bax licked one of her asscheeks quite thoroughly, even running his tongue along the crease at its base, but he didn't dip his tongue into her groove. He began licking her other buttock.
It was a bit unsettling to have a man kiss her ass, but Cathy couldn't say it was unpleasant. Nasty, of course-but weren't all men nasty?
The fact that it was happening in a car that was cruising through town, even though the windows were shaded, gave an added fillip, spurring Cathy's excitement. She writhed gently, wobbling her asscheeks against the politician's face.
He licked down along her tapering thigh, and she felt disappointed. She realized to her surprise she had been hoping he would lick her ass at dead-center... even spread her buttocks and kiss her tingly little rear-hole!
That would be really nasty! she thought.
Still, it felt good to have the man's tongue glid moistly along her garter straps, from the bulges of her buttocks to the stretched tops of her silken hose. He had pulled her panties down to her knees to make room for his oral caresses.
Shockingly Cathy felt him press his face between her thighs, into her rumpled panties! She watched, over her shoulder, as he lewdly sniffed her panty crotch.
He's the nastiest man I've known yet! she thought.
But he had just begun.
With his head giddily reeling from the girlish scent of her underwear, he pinched her buttcheeks between his thumbs and fingers, spreading them embarrassingly apart. He was looking at her asshole, Cathy knew.
Kiss it, damn you! she mentally implored, dismayed by her own perverse desire. Get your dirty mouth right down on it!
As if he had picked up her mental message, the gray-haired man bowed to her lush ass, this time pressing his face between her warm buttocks and licking the crinkly dimple of her anus. The sensitive, puckered portal throbbed, and Cathy naughtily let her orifice relax.
Stick your tongue INTO it! she mentally ordered.
They both quite obviously were still on the same wavelength, because that was exactly what Bax did! He wiggled his wet tongue against her tiny nest of puckers, moistening the delicate flesh and relaxing her muscle even more. When he pushed, her asshole opened to admit him, then clasped his tongue fiercely.
"Aaaaahhhhnnng!" he groaned passionately as he licked in and out of her pretty girl's ass.
Oh, my goodness, I DO love that! Cathy thought. It's DELICIOUS!
But how does it taste to him???
I'm clean, I think, but... oh, what the hell! What do I care? A dirty ass-licker deserves what he gets!
She began bobbing her bottom against the man's face, her full buttocks vibrating, as he licked lasciviously in and out of her asshole. She was surprised to find herself nearing a climax. If only the bastard would...
"Stick your finger up my cunt!" she bawled, shocked by her own lewdness. "Frig me!"
"AWWWHHHNG!" Bax said, and kept licking her clasping, hot asshole while he wormed a finger between the fluff-covered lips of her pussy.
She was very wet inside. The man's penetrating digit immediately gave her the added stimulation she needed, and she began to bob her hips fiercely, shaking her ass more wildly against his face as she worked her snatch on his diddler.
"OOOOH... OOOOOOOH... " she panted. Then: "AAAAAAAH!"
She came, jerking and moaning, as she lay across the man's thighs. He raised his head, obviously pleased with himself... and, even more so, with her.
"My God, you're a treasure!" he said. "Now, if you can give head half as good... "
Cathy scrambled around and knelt between his thighs. She jerked his zipper and pulled out his old penis, which was not quite like a pipe, but too stiff for a hose. It had a skin that covered it all the way to the tip, and Cathy rolled that back to get at the smooth, bulging head. It was pinkish and moist. It gave off tangy fumes as she began to lick it, her nostrils dilating.
"Oooh Christ, YES!" the man snarled, and grasped two handfuls of the girl's golden hair.
He pulled her forward and down, spearing her moist mouth with his suddenly rejuvenated cock. The head was swollen as a nineteen-year-old's, the shaft, hard as iron. Cathy began stroking her hot mouth up and down on it. She sucked with lurid slurping sounds, her tongue active.
The man tasted rich. It was because of his foreskin, Cathy decided, which sealed in the flavor of his dick. Or else men got tastier as they grew older, like fine wine!
Cathy sucked him ravenously as Bax pumped her head up and down, tugging at her hair, but not so hard that it hurt. Or else Cathy simply didn't feel it, with her mouth stuffed by his raunchy prick.
She twisted her head, gnawing at his bone-even using her teeth! She wished she could eat it all up!
Suddenly Bax made a snarling sound, and yanked her head lower, driving his twitching prick into the opening of her throat. Her gullet muscles rippled, massaging his cockhead, and her eyes rolled. She felt fiendishly impaled.
"Take it!" he rasped, and his sperm shot.
Spurt after spurt of his thick cream coated Cathy's tonsils and streamed down her throat. She gobbled and gurgled helplessly as tears ran down her cheeks.
Finally the man let her go, and she raised her head, gasping. A bit of cum dribbled from her mouth, looking like egg-white as it ran down her chin.
"Oooh! You were rough!" she said, her voice a bit raspy.
"I'm sorry!" He stuffed his cock back into his clothes and zipped up.
He seemed genuinely solicitous as he helped Cathy onto the car seat.
"Wait!" she exclaimed, just before she sat down. "My pussy's wet! I don't want to soil your car. Let me pull my panties up!"
"NO!" the man said, and yanked her panties the rest of the way off as she supported herself awkwardly on the car's armrest and his shoulder. She was forced to bend forward so as not to bump her tousled head on the roof of the car.
Bax pulled her around in front of him, and she continued bending forward. "Let me clean you with my tongue!" he begged.
Why not? Cathy thought. Lap it up like I did!
She shinnied up his arms, draping herself around his neck as he bent into her crotch, twisting his head. He kissed her wet pussy, then licked up one side of it and down the other, his tongue scurrying in and out of all her tasty folds. He slurped her honey.
By the time he was through, Cathy's twat was as clean as could be.
"Now let me put your panties back on," the man said, and picked the wad of pink nylon off the floor.
He stretched her panties between his hands and she stepped into them while she remained draped over him, in the cramped interior of the car. He pulled her panties up and snugged the leg elastics into the grooves beneath her plump buttocks. He gave her panty-sheathed bottom a lovepat and let her skirt drop. She swung around and sat down.
"Wheeeeew!" she said, and arranged her mussed hair. Since it was cut and conditioned for a casual, fluffy style, she managed to make it look all right with her hands alone. "A thousand dollars a month and your own apartment!" Bax told her. "How does that sound?"
"What?"
"I want you for my mistress! Fifteen hundred?"
"Listen," she said irritably. "I'm not interested in that!"
"But you are a pro, aren't you? You've got to be!"
"I'm a pro blackmailer!" Cathy blurted.
The man's eyes widened behind his glasses, which had been knocked slightly askew. "B-but you couldn't... I mean, you don't have a camera... and this is my car... "
"Not you, stupid!" she said. "I'm blackmailing the governor."
Bax sat back. "All right. You'd better lay it out."
Cathy buttoned her blouse as she began to talk: "I have some pictures. They show the governor's wife making love to some kid."
"Shit!" the campaign manager said. "I knew that would happen. Everyone in town knows that Eleanor's queer for children. It's because she can't have any of her own, I suppose."
Cathy was taken aback. "What do you mean, everyone knows?"
"Well, the in-people know! But the press has never gotten hold of it. You framed her, I suppose-you and some stinking guy you're working with!"
"No. We didn't frame her. In fact," Cathy added, "I hate to cause her trouble. But... well, I want money. I just... found the pictures. They were given to me by mistake, actually. But what difference does that make? I'll hand them to the underground press unless you pay me what I want!" Tom had told her to say that.
"And the underground press would use them.
Those lousy radicals would print anything!" Bax studied the girl. "Wait a minute. How do I know you're not bluffing? Let's see one of the pictures."
Cathy was prepared for that. She took a negative from her purse and handed it to the man.
"I can't see what's on this!" he said, holding it up in the dim exterior of the car. "Don't you have a print?"
"No. We haven't printed the pictures. You can take that negative and print it yourself. I'll contact you later."
"How much do you want?" Bax inquired warily.
"A million dollars!" Cathy said, getting a delicious thrill. "You're insane!"
"A million dollars!" Cathy repeated, enjoying the sound of it.
"Well... uuuh... I will print the picture. And here's a number where you can call me later." Bax scribbled in a pocket notebook, ripped off the sheet, and handed it to her. "This evening, say-about eight o'clock?"
"All right."
"But I can tell you right now-a million dollars is absurd!"
He picked up his mike from the armrest and said into it, "Sam, park the car some place out of sight."
"What's that for?" Cathy asked in alarm. "You'll find out."
The car continued moving for several minutes, and Bax ignored Cathy's repeated questions. She didn't like what he had said to the chauffeur. But surely he had too much sense to harm her. He knew she had somebody else in the shakedown with her, and he realized she wasn't carrying all the pictures herself.
Finally the car stopped.
"Sam, come back here!" the politician barked into the mouthpiece. "I've got a piece of ass for you!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cathy was shocked and dismayed when the politician climbed out of the back seat and his chauffeur climbed in. Sam was big, with a clean-shaven head showing beneath his uniform cap, and skin that was a rich dark-brown.
He smiled at Cathy as he slid into the car, and his confidence told her he and his boss had shared pickups before. That was true democracy, she supposed, but she didn't like it, not because Sam was black, she assured herself, but because she didn't like to be passed around as if she were a plate of hors d'oeuvres.
There was nothing she could do, however. She was in no position to scream for help when she was trying to work a blackmail plot, and Bax Griffith knew it.
"Don't hurt me!" she begged the big Negro as she cowered in a corner of the rear seat.
"Baby, hurtin' you is the last thing in the world I'd want to do," Sam said in a deep, mellifluous tone, and reached out a hand.
Though cringing, Cathy let him fondle her round, wobbly breasts. He patted them together and wiggled them around, plucking at the nipples until they seemed about to burst through the cloth of her blouse.
Her eyes rolled, and she wanted to scream, because warm sensations were rising through her. She didn't want to enjoy being manhandled and screwed by a chauffeur!
He unbuttoned her blouse and took her titties out.
"My... my!" he said appreciatively as he held the quivery, soft globes, whose pink nipples were rigidly extended.
Cathy looked down and shivered as she watched his long, dark fingers curl around her pale breasts. She felt the excitement of his squeezing. His thumbs twanged her rosy nipples, making them tingle.
The opaque glass that divided the front and rear sections of the limousine rolled down, and Cathy saw that Bax was sitting in the front seat. He was watching her with the chauffeur. They were parked in a secluded wooded place-a remote section of a city park, she assumed, possibly reached by a non-public access road, safe from the public's prying eyes.
She had never performed sex in front of anyone before... and she'd never had sex with a black man. That made two firsts. She didn't relish either of them. But, strangely, they both excited her.
"There's nobody around here," Bax told his chauffeur. "Take her out on the grass."
"No!" Cathy exclaimed. "Please!"
"You heard the boss," Sam said amiably enough, but she knew he meant to enforce his employer's instruction.
Cathy climbed out of the car, her bare breasts bobbing. She felt more humiliated than she could remember-but aroused, as well. There was something about the outdoor setting which spurred her excitement even more.
The chauffeur climbed out of the car, and she saw that his dark trousers had a tent-like protrusion at their front. Bax sat on the front seat, with the door open, and watched.
"Why don't you just get down, little lady... " the chauffeur said smoothly, "onto your knees."
"Oooooh!" Cathy murmured. But she obeyed, kneeling in the soft grass.
Sam stood in front of her and unzipped his pants. His prick speared out, long and dark brown, rigid as a bone, with a burnished mahogany-colored bulb at its end.
"Ooooh, noooh... God... oooh, please...!" Cathy blubbered as she stared at the huge Negroid cock.
"Suck it, you slut!" Bax ordered.
Cathy felt she had plummeted to the lowest level of her life. She looked frantically about, as if seeking a means of escape, but there was no one in sight to help her. She wouldn't have dared ask for help, anyway.
She tremblingly reached out and wrapped her white, delicate fingers around the base of the black man's prick. She pointed it directly toward her mouth. Her heart hammered as she leaned closer.
Sam's cock-scent drifted up her nostrils, teasingly musky though not as strong as the scent of his boss's uncircumcised penis. Cathy's pink tongue quivered as it appeared, glistening in the morning sunlight.
She shut her eyes as her tongue made contact with the black man's fearsome cock. A shudder of giddy excitement shook her.
She heard the man expel a harsh breath, and she felt his cockhead quiver against her tongue as she began to lick it. It tasted good. Cathy swirled her tongue wetly around the chauffeur's smooth bulb.
"That's the way, little mama!" he growled, and petted her blonde head.
She licked round and round the black man's lollipop cock, working gradually lower on his supremely rigid shaft, feeling the ridges in it and the veins that curled around it like vines about a tree trunk. She licked all the way to the base of the chauffeur's prick, her nose brushing the saliva-moistened skin and breathing in its humid tang. Her tongue stabbed into his open fly, tickling his balls, which were covered by fuzzy hair.
His cock stuck up along her nose and across an eyebrow. She waggled her tongue back up its underside until she reached its bulging head once more, then released her hand-hold around the base of his shaft and buffeted his cantilevered bulb to and fro by the flogging of her soft, wet tongue.
He groaned.
Cathy steadied his cock, with her eyes still shut, and fluttered her tongue against the tip of his organ. She tasted the fresh dew he was exuding.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Griffith." Cathy's eyes opened, and they were dreamily soft as she moistly kissed the tip of the chauffeur's mahogany pecker. She let her soft lips gradually widen, crawling forward on his swelling knob until they were stretched to the maximum in order to accommodate his wide, horny ridge. She locked her elastic lips into the groove behind his cockhead, and her mouth felt utterly plugged. She sighted along his dark-brown shaft, which disappeared into the deeper darkness within his fly, and she went a bit cross-eyed.
Her tongue lapped sensuously against his throbbing glans. She swirled her oral washcloth around his peckerhead as she pumped her circular lips forward and back.
Her vision swam out of focus, and she let her eyelids fall shut. Her brain swirled giddily as she felt the Negro's rigid shaft stroking slowly and steadily between her stretched, sensitive lips. Her tongue continued its swirling around his slippery knob. She gulped down her gushing saliva, which was laced with the Negro's cock-honey.
Bax slid off the front seat of the car and unzipped his trousers. He took out his semirigid penis and began to play with it.
His chauffeur didn't notice that. He was too enraptured by the sight of the white girl's pink glistening lips gliding up and down on his black pole. They felt like a wide rubber-band as they rhythmically clasped and relaxed while stroking on his stiff cock. His balls churned.
"That's enough, mama!" he suddenly barked. "Get around and stay on your knees! Stick your pretty ass up!"
Cathy let out a whine as she released the chauffeur's big, awesome cock. She wanted to suck it some more. But she knew she must do whatever he demanded.
As she turned, she caught a glimpse of Bax standing next to the car and tugging on his rubber-like cock, rolling the thick foreskin up and down off its bulbous head. She gave a little shudder and faced away from the chauffeur on her knees, her milk-white tits hanging down and quivering. Bending forward, her breasts were tickled by the grass, then squashed into its softness. Her bottom stuck up invitingly before the chauffeur.
He knelt behind her and flipped her skirt to the small of her back. Her ass was appealingly wide and gorgeously contoured. Her pink panties were expanded around the cheeky mounds, whose bottom bulges peeped out beneath the legbands.
Sam hooked the top elastic of the blonde girl's briefs and peeled the nylon pants off her lush bottom, turning her undies inside-out as he stripped them down her thighs. He then took hold at one side, pulling her pants out from under her knees and along her lower legs. He stretched her panties over one of her shoes and left them looped around her other ankle. He spread her knees well apart.
"Easy... please...!" Cathy begged in a husky tone as she looked back over her shoulder at his lance-like dark cock.
"Baby, I'll give it to you just as easy as you want it," he promised.
He gripped his tool and moved forward. Cathy kept her ass humiliatingly tilted up, her blonde-fringed pussy accessible to his thrust. He pushed his bulbous cockhead between her buttocks first, giving her a start, but then he rubbed it down through her satiny crack and along her softer, moist cuntlips. He worked his wand into her slit, felt her vulvar lips gobble at it, then he found her deep hole... and pushed.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!" Cathy groaned against the grass as the black man's long cock glided slickly into her. He sank it all the way to his balls on a single thrust.
He let his prick soak inside her, feeling her vagina contract around his blissfully embedded column.
Watching, Bax rolled his foreskin up and down on his now thoroughly stiffened wand. He was in Cathy's line of vision, as she pressed her cheek against the grassy ground, and she watched him while she felt his chauffeur's prick throb deep inside her. It was a double dose of humiliation, which Cathy oddly felt she deserved, in view of the blackmail she was perpetrating.
Sam slowly withdrew his rod from deep within her, until only its knob was clutched by her narrow cuntmouth. His gleaming dark dick was visible, wet with her moisture, pointing down between the lower portions of her creamy white buttocks.
He revolved his hips, stimulating her sexual orifice as he screwed his cock into it, sinking deeper and deeper until his long prick was fully within her again.
"Ooooh!" she exclaimed, heating up.
Sam commenced a rhythm of long, gliding strokes, pumping into the white girl's pink pussy with his ebony rod. She squirmed, wiggled her warm snatch around his steady thrusts. Each time he sank fully home, the zippered edges of his fly scratched her tender cuntflesh. Her breasts were stimulated by the grass until her nipples felt as if they would burst.
"Sssssscrew meeee!" she hissed.
"You like it-huh, mama?" the chauffeur asked, and chuckled.
"Yessss!" she shamefully admitted.
"She's so cock-hungry, she'd like it at 4th and Main, at high noon!" Bax said as he slowly jacked off.
Cock-hungry? she thought. I am not! I hate men's cocks! I do! Well, maybe SUCKING them is all right. But this brutal fucking...
The black man's good at it, though. He isn't moving too fast. Maybe I could get there if I tried.
No! I don't want to! Just let him get it over with!
The chauffeur gradually speeded up his deep, cunt-probing thrusts. His clothed front patted Cathy's bouncy buttcheeks. Honey dribbled from her snatch, down through the silken hairs of her inverted tuft. Her cream furnished an oily glaze for the man to glide on. His bulging cockhead rippled her vagina up and down.
It IS good! she finally decided. Oh, yes! I can't deny it! That cock of his is super-scrumptious as it drives all the way up inside me!
I WANT to get there! I HAVE TO!
She began to hunch.
"You've got her going, Sam!" Bax said as he jacked off more heatedly. "Stick it to her! Jack-hammer that black cock of yours inside her!"
"Yessss!" Cathy echoed. "Oooh, yessss! Fuck me, Sam! Oooh God... FUCK MEEEE! My cunny loves it! Oooh, you've got a yard of cock sticking into me! GIVE it to me, Sam! RAM ITTTT!"
The black man pumped his prick in and out of her writhing pussy at a furious rate. He tilted his head back, and his mouth gaped, his white teeth gleaming in the sunshine. His dark rod pistoned rapidly in and out between the bases of the girl's soft white buttocks.
Cathy grasped two handfuls of grass, her fingernails digging into the earth. She palpitated from heels to head as her lush body undulated against the black man's fast-fucking jabs.
"Dick me... DICK MEEEE!" she howled. "OOOH, DRIVE IT HOME, YOU BASTARD!"
Hazily she watched Bax's pecker spurt, looping globs of whitish semen into the air, then Sam twitched inside her and let go. It was the thickest flood she had ever felt, and her vagina quaked responsively around his jerking, spurting tool.
Her mind swirled off like a Frisbie, into a rarified realm of perfect bliss, as her bottom shook against him, her hot cunt sucking at his rod.
Finally she sprawled onto the grass, and Sam pulled free.
Bax had already restored his penis to his clothes and was climbing into the back of the limousine. He tossed Cathy's purse out.
"Leave her here," he told his chauffeur. "Let her find her own way home."
Cathy raised her head and stared as the chauffeur climbed into the car and started the engine. He turned the vehicle around and drove across the smooth grass to the dirt service road by which he had entered the park.
Damn that Bax bastard! she thought. He deserves to be blackmailed! So does the fucking governor!
Cathy sniffled as she picked herself up. She pushed her disheveled hair away from her face. Looking down, she saw her panties looped about one ankle, and she bent to work her other foot into them and pull them up. Her cunt felt clammy against the clinging nylon.
Every experience she'd had with men heightened her resentment of them.
She picked up her purse and began to walk from the park, heading toward a distant traveled street that she could see through the trees.
Dickie! she thought. How I would love to be with him! Oh, I hope he's all right!
If only I knew some way to contact him, I would go to him right now.
She thought about it as she trudged through the park, and it occurred to her that perhaps someone would be at the photo lab today, even though it was a Sunday. If Mosely was trying to figure some way of recovering the blackmail pictures, he might be meeting with his cohorts there.
When Cathy arrived at a phone booth on the street, she dialed the number of the photo lab instead of the motel where Tom was waiting for her call.
She listened to the phone ring and was about to give up when the ringing was cut off and a gruff masculine voice said, "Yeah?"
"Oh!" Cathy exclaimed, momentarily startled. "Uuuh... you had a young boy working at your front counter yesterday... Dickie, his name is. I wonder... " She laughed nervously. "There's something I want to talk to him about. Could you tell me where he lives, please?"
There was silence for a moment, then the male voice said, "Why, sure. His address is 2400 South Elm, Apartment 2B."
"Thank you!" Cathy said, exultant. "Thank you very much!"
She hung up the phone, thinking, That call couldn't possibly have aroused suspicion! ANYONE could have been asking for Dickie. The lab has a lot of customers.
Cathy wanted to see the boy so badly, and to make certain he was all right, that she let herself believe it would be safe to go to Elm Street. Anyway, it gave her an excuse not to go back to Tom right away.
She caught a bus.
The apartment house at 2400 South Elm was a security building with a callbox beside the locked front door. She found the pushbutton for 2B and noted that the name card, which should have been posted beside it, was removed.
That's strange! she thought. But she pressed the button anyway.
"Yes?" a mild-sounding masculine voice came through the speaker.
"Uuuh... does Dickie live here?" Cathy asked, realizing it sounded foolish.
"Yes, he does," the man said. "You want to see him?"
"I do very much!"
"Then come on up."
The door buzzed, and Cathy opened it.
A vague fear tickled her mind as she climbed one flight of stairs and searched along a quiet, carpeted corridor for 2B. She should have asked to talk to Dickie on the intercom, she thought.
But why? her mind answered back. He MUST live here!
It's an awfully fancy building, though, for a boy who was clerking in a photo lab.
Well, he was just filling in for his grandfather, he said. His parents may be well off. What am I worried about?
She found 2B and rang the bell.
The door was opened almost immediately by a small, balding man in a cardigan sweater. Dickie's father?
"Come in," he said, and opened the door wider.
Cathy stepped into the apartment. The door slammed behind her, and she was jerked around so violently that she lost her balance. Gasping, she fell. She landed hard on her bottom, in the middle of the large living room, and her blue eyes widened with horror as she stared at the person who had grabbed her from behind: He was the brute who had raped her in her apartment!
"She's the one-huh, Ruben?" the man in the sweater asked. "Well, go to work on her! Don't let up until she tells you where those pictures are and why she wanted to see the kid!"
"You bet, Mr. Mosely!" Ruben growled. "Man, I been waitin' for this chance!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cathy sat with her legs spread and her knees up, her skirt having skidded to her lap. Her milky white thighs were exposed above the tops of her stockings, as was the narrow strip of pink nylon that passed between the converging columns. But she didn't care about that. She was sick with the realization that she had stumbled back into the clutches of the gorilla who had brutalized her before. Now he was even angrier and more determined-and she had even more reason not to tell him what he wanted to know! She screamed.
"Screech your lungs out!" the small man in the cardigan said. "This place is soundproofed."
As Ruben hulked over her, apparently undecided about what to do first, Cathy scrambled to her feet. She took off toward an open doorway, hoping it might provide a way out of her trap.
"Get her!" Mosely demanded.
Cathy heard Ruben's heavy footsteps right behind her as she raced desperately into a bedroom and made for a window. There was a fire escape outside. She grasped at the sill, trying to open it, then let out an anguished moan as she felt a brawny arm loop around her middle.
The apeman swung her into the air and tossed her toward a huge bed. She bounced on it, rolling over. Her skirt wound about her waist as, kicking frantically, she tumbled off the opposite side of the bed and landed heavily on the carpeted floor. Her brain was woozy.
She lay on her belly, trying to think. Her nylon-sheathed bottom was exposed.
Ruben sprang after her, landing astride her soft rump.
Ruben raised his ball-heavy crotch just enough to give her crawling room, and she quickly took advantage of it. She scrambled through the dull brute's grappling hands and tried to make it over the bed. her panty-clad bottom wiggling.
He reached out and snatched at her briefs, catching them by the top elastic just as she dove off the other side of the bed. She continued struggling forward, wiggling out of her panties. Ruben tossed her pants aside and leaped onto her before she could gain her feet.
He sat on her bare bottom, pressing her pussy against the scratchy carpet.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned.
Mosely was in front of her saying, "Tell me where the pictures are, and I'll call him off."
Cathy didn't reply. It wasn't that she was terribly brave, but she couldn't see giving up the photos now, after she had been through so much.
"Fuck her!" Mosely told the brute who sat on her bottom.
The form of "torture" which he had chosen said something about the man: He wanted to watch the young, pretty blonde getting shagged by his pet ape. More intense methods of persuasion could be applied later.
Ruben was glad to comply with his boss's request. He clawed open his fly and jerked out a hefty cock which was nearly erect already. A few strokes of his fist brought it to immense, throbbing stiffness.
"Stick it in that cute blonde pussy!" Mosely husked. "Show her no mercy!"
Ruben backed up and wrenched Cathy's legs apart. She lay spread-eagled on the rug, hopelessly dominated. Ruben pushed against the backs of her thighs, just above her stocking tops, and her girlish ass stuck up in the air.
Grasping his thick, lengthy phallus, the brute positioned it at the softest part of her sexual center... and pushed. Despite the hugeness of his organ, it glided into the helpless girl as easily as a knife sinking into warm butter. "Shit!" Ruben snarled. "She's mushy inside! Some guy musta just screwed her!"
Cathy was breathing hard, feeling the ape's huge prick pulsate inside her. He hesitated, and his big hands landed on her upthrust buttocks. He stretched the rubbery mounds apart, exposing the pink, tiny dimple of her anus.
Cathy's terror multiplied a thousandfold. An ordinary fucking was enough, considering the size of that gorilla's cock! But to take it up her ass...
Ruben chuckled, and he drew his huge prick from her vagina. His awesome tool dripped with the goo that two men had deposited within her.
He poked his cum-coated rod against the vulnerable depression between her buttocks.
"You still have a chance!" Mosely shrilled giddily as he rubbed himself through his trousers. "Tell me where the pictures are, and I'll call him off."
"I... don't HAVE the pictures!" Cathy gasped. "PLEEEEASE! You've got to BELIEVE me!"
"But you know where they are... "
"Aaaw, Mr. Mosely, let me screw her ass... please!" Ruben begged, his wet bulb throbbing against her converging little puckers.
"All right!" Mosely rasped. "Screw it!"
"NOOOOH!" Cathy begged. But she knew her protest was in vain.
Ruben began to twist his monstrous prick as he pushed forward and down, pressing at her tightly clenched anus. Cathy tried desperately to hold him out. But with all his weight behind the brutal thrust, and his prick as hard as rock, her effort was doomed.
Her anal puckers began to spread-just a little at first, then more and more. Finally her defenses failed completely and her girlish asshole opened like a rosy-petaled flower, clutching the throbbing knob of the gorilla's cock.
"AAAAAW!" Ruben said, thrilling to the elastic grasp of her rubbery ring around his cockhead.
"OOOH, GODDD!". Cathy rasped. "I CAN'T TAAAAAKE ITTT!"
Ruben ground his thick prick deeper into her virginal ass, spreading her forbidden entrance impossibly wide to admit the horny ridge of his cock. Once that was inside her heated rectum, her anal mouth was allowed to contract a bit around the gliding shank of his steel like organ.
Deeper and deeper into her ravaged ass he pressed his brutal prick, breathing hard as he twisted and pushed relentlessly.
Mouth agape and eyes bugging, Cathy felt as if a telephone pole were being rammed up her rear. Her mind wavered. She felt about to faint. Then finally she realized that she had Ruben's entire huge cock stuck up her ass, because she felt the zippered edges of his fly against her buttocks.
She was still alive and nothing seemed to have ripped inside her. But the burning hurt was terrible!
"OOOOH... NOOOOH!... PLEEEASE! OOOOH, TAKE IT OUTTTT!" she pleaded sobbingly.
Ruben did retreat. But only to ram his slick prick deeply up her tight asshole a second time. She moaned. He drew back and speared her ass again. Again. Again.
Mosely stood beside them, stroking his stiff, small stiletto of a cock as he watched Ruben's huge rod pump rhythmically in and out between the girl's quivering buttocks.
Cathy bawled. She writhed, wriggling her asshole around Ruben's cock. That merely stimulated him to deliver harder, more hip-jarring thrusts.
His cock-ridge spread the walls of her rectum in rippling waves, his rigid shank stropping the sensitive rim of her asshole. He watched her rosy flesh turn outward around his retreating shaft, then fold inward each time he speared her hot bowels.
"UUUH!!' she gasped. "OOOH! MY GODD! THAT'S... AAAA WWFULLLL! YOU'RE DRIVING A... STAKE... RIGHT THROOUUUUUGH MEEEEE!"
Mosely giggled giddily as he jacked himself off in full view of the ass-speared young woman. But she hardly saw him. She couldn't think of anything but the massive column that was stroking in and out of her expanded rear hole, fucking her ass. It was horrible!
Still, in the midst of her sodomized suffering, she became aware of a contradictory sensation : Pleasure?
Oh my God, NO! she thought.
However, as Ruben continued to stroke his wrist-thick rod in and out of her stretched, throbbing anus, she knew that she indeed was thrilling in the grip of pain.
OH, I'M GETTING WHAT I DESERVE! a wild thought told her. Yes! I'm no good! I need to get my ass fucked! I WANT to get my ass fucked!
TELL HIM!
"OOOOH, GIVE IT TO ME, GOD DAMN YOU!" she bawled at the brute who was sodomizing her. "SPEAR MY ASS! RAM ITTT! OOOOOHH, I LOVE YOUR ASS-FUCKING COCK! SCREW MY HOT ASSHOLE! DOOON'T STOP!"
Mosely was pulling frantically on his hot prick as he licked his gaping lips and his eyes bugged. Ruben bore down, ramming Cathy against the floor as he fucked her rubbery tight asshole with everything he had. Her buttocks shook wildly at both sides of his fast pumping piston. She bumped her hot pussy against the rug.
"Aaaaahhhhgh!" Mosely rasped, and sperm spurted from his hand-held cock, looping into the air and splattering onto Cathy's face.
She shut her eyes and moaned as the thick rain dampened her nose and lips and eyelids. She gave a wrenching bump of her hips, and fireworks went off inside her. She flopped and shrieked in ass-fucked frenzy as Ruben gave her grabby anus his frantic, final jabs, then spurted, flooding her bowels.
She had never been so brutally or humiliatingly screwed! And she had never gotten such perverse thrills while her spirit reeled in revulsion.
She didn't feel the gorilla pull his prick out of her asshole with a sucking Pop! She had passed out.
CHAPTER NINE
Cathy lay on the bed, spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles bound to the posts by cruel ropes, which bit into her flesh. Her mouth was taped, and she stared wide-eyed at the three men who stood around the bed, looking down at her. They were Mosely, Ruben, and a hawk nosed, slim man who had joined them. He was tall enough to be a basketball player, and they called him Spike.
The terrified girl wore just her sandy-toned, sheer nylons and white garter belt. Her breasts rose and fell with her anguished breathing, her pink nipples sticking up.
"Shit, I ain't never seen a set of titties better than those!" Spike said, rubbing himself through his pants.
"Titties, hell!" Mosely said irritably. "We've got our ass in a sling because we lost those fucking pictures, and all you can think about is this bitch's tits!"
"Well, f'chrissakes!" Spike snapped back. "Tell me how we can get those pitchers back, and I'll do it."
"We can make this babe talk!" Mosely said.
"How we gonna do that, Mr. Mosely?" Ruben growled. "If she wouldn't talk to keep me from fuckin' her virgin asshole... "
"You fucked her in the ass?" Spike asked, and rubbed himself harder. "Maaan, I wish I could'a seen that! I wish I could'a done it!"
"You bastards both have your brains in your cocks!" Mosely complained. "We've got to start getting rough with this whore! Spike, light up a cigarette."
"What're you gonna do?" he asked.
Mosely was gazing up between the legs of the frightened blonde, ogling her soft snatch. "Just light that cigarette, and I'll show you."
Torture! Cathy thought. Oh God, I can't STAND THAT! I'll have to tell them where the pictures are!
But what if they're bluffing?
Spike lit a cigarette and passed it to Mosely. He flicked off the slight ash and blew at the tip, making it glow. He held it down between Cathy's thighs.
"Pull the tape off her mouth," he told Ruben.
The gorilla gave it a yank, and Cathy yelped-as much from fear of what Mosely was about to do, as from the pain to her lips.
"Now tell me where those pictures are, or I'll stick this cigarette up your cunt," Mosely said. "The lighted end first!"
"NOOOOOH!" Cathy bawled, meaning for him not to do it.
Mosely interpreted her answer as a refusal, and he brought the cigarette closer to her pussy. A strange look passed over his features as he singed the golden fuzz along the lips of her twat.
"YIIIIIIII!" Cathy shrieked. "I'll TELLLL you!"
He drew the cigarette back. "Where?"
"At the Town Motel, room 211," she panted. "That prick who pulled the gun on me is there, I bet!" Ruben said. "Is that right?" Mosely asked Cathy.
"No!" she said quickly. "That's my room. The pictures are in my overnight bag."
Mosely started for the door. "Ruben, come with me! Spike, watch the girl. We won't turn her loose until we make sure we've got those negatives."
The boss and his lumbering henchman left. Spike stood next to the bed, gazing down at the bound, helpless girl. A strange light flickered in his eyes.
"Untie me, please!" Cathy begged.
"Why should I do that?" Spike asked. "I got you where I want you right now."
"Oooh please... don't do anything else to me! I told your boss where the pictures are!"
"Fuck the pictures," Spike said. "I'm thinkin' about myself now." He reached down and brushed the flat of his hand back and forth across Cathy's erect nipples, wobbling her full breasts.
"Shit, what boobs!" he said, and unzipped his trousers.
"Oooh, don't take out your cock!" Cathy pleaded. "I couldn't stand to get screwed again!"
Spike paid no attention as he flipped out his lengthy hose, which was semi-hard already. The thing hung forward from his open fly, its big nozzle nodding.
Cathy stared at it, and a strange tickling sensation wormed through her. Spike could do anything he wanted with that long, wicked tool and, bound as she was, with her legs stretched wide apart, she wouldn't be able to resist!
What did he want to do, she wondered apprehensively.
He swung astride her middle, his semi-erect penis flopping as it hung out of his pants. He grasped the long, supple organ and lewdly stroked it as he gazed down at Cathy's staring face. His cock lengthened more and stiffened until it was sticking straight out and upward, its plum-like head swollen.
He let go of the springy rod, and it bobbed up and down. His hands fell onto Cathy's rounded, nipple-bristling boobs, which he shook slowly, enjoying the wobble that was like water in toy balloons. Her nipples scratched his palms, and he pinched the firm stems between his forefingers and thumbs, using that hold to intensify the wobbling of her titties.
"Damn you...!" Cathy breathed in helpless humiliation.
Spike leaned forward and let his spike-like cock come to rest in the valley between her tits. Still holding her boobies by the nipples, he shook the firm-packed satin sacks up and down, rubbing them along his hard-throbbing prick. He put his hips into action, stroking his dick forward and back between her knockers.
Now I'm getting my TITS fucked! Cathy thought. I've been fucked every other way in the past two days, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised by this. But I never thought of having a rod shoved up and down between my...
Oh, look at that big, purplish head of his cock, thrusting up from between my titties toward my mouth! If I were to stick my tongue out, I could... NO! I'll be darned if I will! I'm not a cocksucker by choice. I've only sucked two of them in my life, and that was because I was FORCED to!
But that juicy-looking cockhead is making my mouth water! Look at the syrup drooling out of its open slit! I'd like to lick that up!
NO!
Oh, what's the matter with me? Anyone would think I LIKED to be bound hand and foot, with a man straddling me, driving his dick up and down between my titties!
The way he's pinching my nipples is making them throb! And my tits feel so loose with him shaking them!
I'M loose, I guess!
Oh, God!
She craned her neck forward, and her pink tongue appeared from between her glistening lips. She struck at the man's bulbous cockhead, each time the thing surged toward her mouth.
Spike pushed it farther, wedging his balls between her breasts. Her wet tongue branded the tip of his pecker. She licked him again as he thrust. Again. She was licking up all his spilled honey, a little at a time.
He let her breasts fall away, and he clutched her tousled hair. Yanking her forward, he drove his prick between her lips, riding her velvety tongue all the way to her throat. She groaned and gurgled.
Heatedly she cocksucked him as he pumped between her o-shaped, slippery lips. She looked up at Spike shamefully as she sucked and licked his tasty pecker, swallowing down her male flavored saliva.
He dropped her head to the pillow and hovered directly over her face, where he fucked straight up and down between the sucking pink circle of her lips.
OH, SHOOT IT INTO ME, YOU BIG DICKDIDDLER! she thought. GIVE ME A FEAST OF CREAM! BATHE MY TONSILS IN IT!
She lunged up from the pillow, voraciously gobbling at Spike's long, bone-hard rod. He fucked her mouth faster and faster, then suddenly pulled back and let his cock flip straight up. A strand of her gleaming saliva swung like a lariat above her face.
He scrambled backward and settled between her thighs.
Now he's going to fuck it into my cunny! she thought. Oh, I'd even like THAT if he could make me come that way! Maybe with those ropes on my wrists and ankles...
She began to struggle against her bonds, and she cried: "Oooh, don't you dare stick your cock into me! Don't you dare! Ooooooohh!"
It was in her, twisting and thrusting... pumping between the dew-moistened petals of her pink girlie-flower... driving deep into her belly, where it tickled the entrance to her womb.
"SHIT!" Cathy cried, using obscenity as an aphrodisiac. "OOOOH, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! TAKE THAT THING OOOUUT! DAMN YOU! SCREW YOU! OOOOH, IT'S HARD AS A FUCKING STEEL ROD!"
The lean, hard-boiled man drove his rigid tool in and out of her grabby snatch, and her hips went into motion. Her pussy hungrily reached for even deeper penetrations by his spearing lance.
She writhed, pulling at her bonds until they bruised her wrists and ankles. Her vagina swirled hotly and wetly around his jousting pole.
In and out, he fucked it to her. She took it actively, clutchingly, as if her pussy wanted to pull it out by its roots. Her bottom thudded against the mattress, shaking the bed. Her titties bounced.
Spike fucked her harder and faster. He loved the anguished expression on her face as her head flopped to and fro, her mouth gaping. Her pussy was marvelously wet and warm as it slid twistingly around his eight-inch fucktool. She continued tugging at her bonds, as if she wanted to escape from his merciless screwing-but he couldn't believe that! Not the way her pussy voraciously gobbled up each thrust of his cock.
He jarred her body from hips to shoulders, making her titties leap up and down. He leaned on his elbows and arched his hands over her hobbling globes, feeling her girlish milk sacks shake in his loose grasp.
Suddenly he stopped stroking and burrowed his cock deeper than it had gone before. Cathy gasped, teetering at the brink of orgasm as his prick twitched inside her.
"AAAAAWWWW!" she bleated. Then she caught her breath as he spurted.
"SHIT... OOOH, SHIT!" she said, shaking. It seemed that the dirtier she talked, the stronger she got it.
"FUCK!" she cried, and kept climaxing as the man twisted his spitting prick deep inside her. He groaned.
"OOOH, YOU... ASSHOLE!" she said, and just about blanked out from the final force of her orgasm.
But she was far from satisfied, even though longed for. She realized it more surely than ever.
After Spike had pulled out of her flooded vagina, she had a chance to think, and her body was. This wasn't the kind of sex she thoughts proceeded along two different channels-jumping from one to the other: Mosely and Ruben should be getting to the motel soon. Would they take Tom by surprise and get the pictures from him? Would he fight them off, perhaps KILLING one or both of them? And what would he think of her for having finked on him? What about their plans to make a million dollars?
DICKIE! Was he all right? She wanted to see him in the worst way!
The first line of thought was purely speculative. Cathy could achieve nothing by it, except to upset herself further. As for the second...
"The boy who gave me those photos at your lab," she said to Spike. "Mosely didn't do anything to him, did he?"
"I wouldn't know," Spike growled. "He's a dumb-shit kid, that's for sure."
"He is not!" Cathy retorted. "I picked up the wrong pictures from the counter. It wasn't Dickie's fault. Where does he live?"
"Huh?" Spike was standing by the bed, his pants zipped up.
"I want to make sure he's all right," Cathy said. "Where can I find him?"
"Aw, he lives with his grandpop right near the lab. Shit, I don't know the address."
"What's his last name?" Cathy pressed.
"Jones."
"And his grandpa's first name?" In response to Spike's quizzical look, Cathy added, "I want to look up the phone number."
"I can give you the fuckin' phone number," Spike said. "It's... " He rattled it off.
Cathy memorized it quickly.
"Spike...?"
"Yeah?"
"If you'll untie me, so I can turn over, I'll let you do something you'd like."
"Such as what?"
"Stick your prick up my ass," Cathy said.
"Hell!" The man grinned.
"I'll suck it for you first, to get it all stiff and nice."
"And you won't try to escape?"
"Why should I do that?" Cathy replied. "I love to get my asshole fucked!"
The lustful man tore at her bonds, releasing her arms first, then her legs. Cathy rubbed her wrists to get her circulation going well again.
"Okay... roll over!" Spike said. "You can lie on your belly while you suck me."
Cathy turned over, her asscheeks wobbling to a stop. She glanced quickly around, and her gaze settled on a heavy glass ashtray on the nightstand.
"Let me sit up," she suggested.
"Okay. But don't try nothing." Spike unzipped his trousers while Cathy rose to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
"Wouldn't you like to, uh, suck my titties first?" she asked. "That might help put me in the right mood."
The man dropped to a kneeling position between her spread, stocking-clad thighs.
Cathy tensed. As Spike basketed her full breasts in his greedy hands and bent to them, she prepared to make her move. Her grasp would have to be sure, she knew, and she would have to complete her motion swiftly. She didn't dare miss!
Spike swabbed his wet tongue around one of her thrusting breast-tips, then sucked the pink protrusion into his warm, liquid mouth. He nursed at her titty like an infant.
Cathy lunged. Her fingers clutched the ashtray, and she swung her arm in an arc. She was sickened by the thud as the lethal object bashed the man's head.
He fell sideways with scarcely a groan, and he lay motionless on the rug.
Cathy leaped to her feet, thrilling wildly. Not only was she free, but she would be able to contact the object of her desire. She didn't know whether she had killed Spike or not. She didn't really care.
CHAPTER TEN
She had to call Tom first, just on the chance that she could reach him before Ruben and Mosely arrived at the motel. Her hand shook as she dialed the number. She asked for the room that she and Tom occupied.
He answered.
"Thank God!" she exclaimed into the phone.
"It's me-Cathy. That gorilla and Mosely are on their way over there! Grab the pictures and get out!"
"What the hell!" Tom cried.
"I can't explain now. But I had to tell them where you are. I'll get in touch with you through the motel office." She hung up.
Hurrying frantically so that she could get out of the apartment before Spike came to... if he was still alive!-she found her skirt and blouse and struggled into them, her titties shaking.
Never mind my panties, wherever they are! she thought.
Feeling mussed and disheveled-but exultant-Cathy snatched up her purse and left the apartment. She raced down the stairs and out the front door of the building.
Her pussy leaked semen down her thighs, causing the smooth columns to rub slickly together as she walked along the street. Though she knew it would be dangerous to phone Dickie right away, she feared it might be worse for him if she didn't. Assuming that Spike was all right, he would recall how eager she had been to contact the boy, and Spike would rush to his place.
At the first phone booth, she ducked in and made the call. Her heart pounded as she waited for the telephone to be answered. "Hello?"
Cathy thrilled to the sound of the adolescent male voice. Dickie was all right!
"Dickie!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "This... this is Miss West. Do you remember me?"
"Wow, yeah! You sure got me in a lot of trouble by picking up the wrong pictures."
"But you're okay, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Look-this is very important. You've got to get out of your apartment right away. Don't talk to anyone. I want you to meet me somewhere... " She racked her brain.
"Gee, Miss West!"
"I mean it! A bad man might be on his way over to your place right now. He might hurt you! Do you know of a place where we can get together-some place safe? A friend's house maybe, or...?"
"There's an old abandoned house near here," Dickie said, "where the guys and me meet to goof around. Nobody knows we go there."
"That's perfect!" Cathy cried. "Tell me where it is, then you get over there right away."
Dickie gave her the location. "What's this all about, Miss West?" he added anxiously.
"Ooh, don't ask questions! You might be in danger! Just hurry to that old house. I'll see you."
"Hey, Miss West-you gotta crawl in through a back window. Look for the one that's open.
"All right, Dickie. Now, you hurry out of there! Goodbye."
Cathy hung up the phone and went to the restroom of the service station from which she had made the call. She tidied herself as best she could, but she still felt loose and nervous. The prospect of meeting Dickie excited her so much that she couldn't think of anything else.
She hurried to the nearest bus stop.
Cathy found the old house without trouble. She walked along the driveway, which was overgrown by weeds, and located the rear window that was open. A wooden packing box lay on its side beneath the window, and she stepped onto that.
"Miss West!" Dickie exclaimed from inside the house. "Here, give me your hand!"
She reached in and thrilled as the lad clasped her hand warmly. He tugged as she boosted herself onto her belly on the window ledge. She drew a leg forward and hooked it over the sill, her skirt fucking above her tightly gartered stockings.
Dickie ogled her smooth, cream-toned thighs as she clambered awkwardly into the house. She stood beside him, breathing hard.
"Oooh, Dickie!" she exclaimed, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to embrace the lad.
His slim body tensed as Cathy's full breasts mashed against him. He didn't put his arms around her. He was too shy, she guessed.
Grasping him by a hand, she led him to an old mattress that was lying on the floor in a corner of the room. Her spirit was singing. She was alone with Dickie at last, and she wasn't about to waste the opportunity. The abuse she had taken from inconsiderate men in the past two shocking days had made her yearn for the innocent boy all the more strongly.
"Let's just sit down here," she said, her voice husking up.
Dickie sank to the mattress beside her. It was obvious that he was as tense as she... and much less sure of what was going to happen.
"What was in those pictures you got, Miss West?" he asked. "Jeez, Mr. Mosely and everybody was so pissed off!"
"Forget them!" Cathy said. "And forget the pictures, too! Ooh, I'm just so glad you're all right!"
Her eyes radiated the adoration that she felt for the slender, bashful fourteen-year-old.
"This is quite a place, Dickie!" she said glancing about. "Did you ever bring a girl here?"
"Gosh, no!" he replied, and blushed.
"Didn't you ever want to?" Cathy leaned toward him, and the front of her blouse gaped.
The boy's eyes on her dangling, full breasts told Cathy he had wanted to. They told her something about his feelings right then toward her!
It was all the encouragement she needed. Tremendously excited, she reached for the young boy who was off-limits to a female of her age. But she had to have him, regardless of the risk. Her arms went around him as she snuggled close. Her parted pink lips sought his mouth. The youth trembled like a frightened bird, and she caught a glimpse of his eyes open wide just before their lips touched.
Cathy clamped onto his mouth, her soft lips sucking hungrily. Her senses rioted as she held his slim hardness against her and drank the warm honey of his mouth. Her brain turned light as she snaked a hand down his body...
"Dickie!" she exclaimed, pulling her mouth from his. "You've got a hard-on!"
He blushed heatedly and stared down at his lap, where the pretty blonde was gripping the firm shape in his jeans.
"I... I'm sorry!" he stammered. "I c-can't help it!"
"Ooooooh, don't be sorry!" Cathy gushed, pulling on his boyish erection through his pants. "It's won-derful!"
"You like it?" The lad acted as if he couldn't believe her attitude.
"Dickie, I want to see it!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Ooh, please let me see it!" She clawed for the zipper at the top of his fly.
"Miss West'" the adolescent's voice cracked.
He couldn't stop Cathy from unzipping his pants and snaking her eager hand into his fly. Her fingers threaded into his clinging underpants, as well, and she thrilled wildly as she grasped hold of his sex-spike.
She was overjoyed by the feel of it-how super-stiff it was, and how small! It wouldn't dominate her-not that lovely little thing! She could play with it to her heart's content, and get all the pleasure she wanted, without being put on the defensive. She could run the action, every step of the way!
It was a giddy thought, and she could hardly wait to get started as she drew Dickie's amazingly stiff and throbbing organ out of his clothes.
"Oooooo!" Cathy squealed, gazing down at its fresh-pink head which barely stuck out of her encircling hand. His cock couldn't be more than four-and-a-half inches long, she judged. "It's beauuuuu-tiful!"
"You th-think so?" Dickie asked, scarcely believing his eyes-or the marvelous feel-as she stared at her girlish hand around his pounding hard-on.
"Ooooh, yesssss!" Cathy breathed, bending toward his lap. "I want to kiss it! Oooh, Dickie, you've got to let me kiss it!"
"G-gosh!" the youth exclaimed.
Cathy's throat got tight and her brain seemed to spin as she pressed her pursed, soft lips to the tip of the boy's darling pecker.
"WOWWWWW!" he rasped as she kissed his cock-tip moistly and suckingly.
"Oooooh, Dickie...!" she moaned against his prick, and waggled its base, rubbing the spongy, small head over her cheeks and across her lips. "You've got the most darling little cock I've ever seen! I want to do everything with it! Oooooh, it's so small and stiff! So very stiff! Aaahhhhhhnnng!"
She was licking fervently... wetly... all over the head of the young boy's springy, upthrust rod. Her tongue slithered down its side and up again to beat a tattoo against the slit at the tip of his boyish tool.
Dickie quivered, and his eyes rolled. He had never known such a thrill, nor even imagined it. His hot, young balls tightened. A giddiness gripped him. Just as Cathy clamped her soft, sucking lips around the head of his pecker... he shot!
"Ghaahg... ghaaaahl... glaaaahgh... " she gobbled audibly, drinking his boyish spurts down.
OH, WONDERFUL! she thought. PERFECT! OH, HIS CUM TASTES SO FRESH AND GOOD! I COULD DRINK A GALLON OF IT!
The lad was mortified though he thrilled intensely, his hips bucking while his dick twitched in Cathy's hotly sucking mouth.
That was awful to shoot it into her mouth! he thought. What will she think of me? How can I face her? But she acts like she likes it! WOW, DOES HER MOUTH FEEL GREAT AROUND MY DICK!
He squirmed until he had shot all the jism his young balls had made, then Cathy's continued sucking made his sensitive penis sore. But she couldn't let go! She didn't want to let his organ get soft!
The lad became frightened that she would hurt him. "Stop!" he groaned. "Oooh g-gosh, Miss West... pleeeease!"
She raised her head and looked at him blearily. Her lips were slack, but they didn't bear a trace of his cum. She had drunk all of it down!
"Dickie, that was scrumptious!" she said a bit hoarsely. She stroked his small cock, keeping it rigid. "Let me do it some more!"
"But it h-hurts, Miss West!"
"I'll just lick it, then. That's soothing!"
Cathy bent and commenced licking his delightful little dick up and down. She stabbed her tongue into his fly, but couldn't get at his boyish balls because they were enclosed by his underpants. She licked back up his pecker again and fluttered her loving tongue against its smooth, moistly gleaming head.
The youth's eyes rolled, and he writhed. Her licking did feel good, sensitive as his little-boy prick was! His knobbish glans quivered against her tongue.
She blindly tugged at his clothes, while keeping her mouth on his cock. He helped squirmingly as she pulled his t-shirt off, and his cock bobbed stiffly away from her lips as she pulled off his shoes and pants. Letting him keep his socks, she yanked his briefs down, his boyish dick pulling in through their flap and springing out above the descending waistband. His rod was so stiff that it stood right up against his belly.
His balls! Cathy thought, hungrily eyeing them. Oh, they're delicious looking! I've got to suck them!
She could hardly wait to get his underpants off before she pounced at his defenseless crotch once more and began licking his white, hairless nuts. There was just a tiny bit of fuzz around the bobbly marbles in their satin sac. Cathy breathed in the very light aroma of his sweat, which fired her even more.
She sucked a little-boy ball into her hot mouth and let it soak in her saliva. She sucked in the other one, as well, holding both of them in her mouth at once.
Dickie looked frightened as he squirmed, his upthrust prick brushing back and forth across Cathy's nose. She let go of his nuts and rolled him over.
She was mad with passion. There wasn't anything that she wouldn't do! Her moist lips smacked Dickie's firm, boyish bottom, and she licked insanely, making slurping sounds. Her tongue dived between the lad's buttocks, and she licked his crinkly, tart-tasting asshole.
"MISS WEST!" he cried, trying to scramble away from her.
She lifted her head. "Oooooh, Dickie... Dickie... you're so precious! Don't you want to see me now? Wouldn't you like to see everything I have?"
That sounded great to him, and he rolled over to look. His little dick stood snugly against his hairless, lean belly.
Cathy sat up and stripped her blouse off, letting her breasts bob.
"Do you like my tits?" she asked lewdly. "Oooh, I hope you like them!"
"They're... beautiful!" he rasped.
Cathy unfastened her skirt and stripped it down, wriggling free. The lad eyed her fluffy blonde triangle and the whiteness of her thighs above her stockings.
She scrambled forward atop him. "Suck my titties!" she said. "Play with them!"
She dropped a rigid pink nipple toward his lips and clutched one of his hands, pressing it around her other boob. Dickie's mouth clamped onto her nipple.
Cathy thrilled wildly as she wiggled her softly firm tit against the young boy's mouth. He sucked like a baby. She crammed more and more of her resilient breast between the lad's lips, her nipple throbbing against his tongue.
"Suck, Dickie!" she panted. "Eat me! Oooh, drink my titty dry!"
While he nursed thrillingly, his hand squeezed her other bulb, her rigid nipple tickling his palm. Cathy yanked her first tit from his mouth and shoved the second titty in. He sucked that one.
The wildly impassioned woman ground her fluffy, soft cunt against the lad's hard rod.
Now to get it INTO me! she thought. I want to take his next burst there!
She backed up, jerking her hobbling breasts away from the boy's face. She knelt astride his legs and tilted his cock straight up.
"You're so stiff!" she cried. "Ooooh, that's heaven! I'll bet you can stay stiff all day!"
She bent and licked his peckerhead, making him twitch and squirm.
"MISS WEST!" he cried. "Oooh, wow, that feels GREAT!"
She took several quick sucks on the lollipop head of his organ, then quickly moved forward and fed his bristling rod into her mushy-wet cleft. Although his penis was small, the circular mouth of her vagina grasped it quite snugly. The lad caught his breath.
"Do you like that?" she asked, letting herself all the way down. His super-stiff cock knifed up inside her.
"WOWWWW!" he husked. "Your pussy feels terrific!"
"My pussy loves your little cock!" she said, starting to revolve her hips. Her titties bounced. "Oooooh, Dickie... FUCK MEEE!"
Her dearest dream came true as she felt the lad's quivering stiffness inside her swirling sex-funnel, and she began to climax immediately. Her hips bumped. She gasped. She pumped wildly and came even stronger.
The boy jerked and jabbed into her hotly revolving twat. Her titties bobbed up and down above him, and he grasped them.
"PULL MY TITS!" she cried. "PINCH MY NIPPLES! SCREW ME AND FUCK ME! OOOOH, DICKIE... DICK-EEEEEE!"
She bounced wildly atop him, her buttocks clenching and unclenching, her spread legs scrabbling against the mattress. She fell downward, all but smothering the lad, and slapped her breasts back and forth across his gasping face as she reached the epitome of giddy passion.
He spurted, and his young balls were wrenched painfully when they were forced to erupt for the second time in quick succession. Then sweet bliss washed over him, and he lay still. Cathy lay panting atop him.
Her orgasm had been wonderful, exceeding her fondest expectations. As soon as she caught her breath, she wanted to have another one!
"Hey, guys!" a young male voice said from behind her. "Look what Dickie's got!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Cathy rolled over quickly and off the young boy whom she had ravenously raped.
She lay on her back, her stocking-clad legs spread wide, and stared up at three youths who stood in a semi-circle around the mattress, grinning down at her.
They gazed avidly at her exposed, wet pussy with its golden fringe.
"You guys get outa here!" Dickie said, sitting up.
Cathy didn't say a word. Her heart hammered. The three boys were about Dickie's age-one tall, one plump, the other black as a chunk of coal.
They looked at Cathy uncertainly, now that a moment of decision was at hand. What should they do? Cathy saw what they wanted to do, because all their jeans were pushed out at the front.
Three little hard-ons! she thought. Ooooh, my God, THREE of them!
"Dickie, it's... all right!" she said, petting his head. "Just lie back. You need some rest."
A new wave of giddiness surged through her as she said to the standing youths, "Take your clothes off."
They hurriedly began to comply, obviously thrilled to accept the pretty woman's invitation. If she would just show them what to do, they were more than willing to do it!
Dickie was the only one in the room who didn't seem to like what was going on. It was clear that he wanted Cathy all to himself.
But as his friends stepped out of their jeans, then out of their stretchy briefs, revealing three little dicks sticking up, it became equally clear that Dickie would have nothing to say about what happened next.
"Come to me!" Cathy cried, holding her arms out to his young friends.
They swarmed onto the mattress. Dickie backed off and stood up, gazing at the orgiastic scene in dismay. What did Miss West want with those guys, when she had him? Maybe she didn't like him much, after all!
The tall boy was the most aggressive, crawling forward atop the pretty blonde. His plump white friend nestled beside her, clutching a bobbly, stiff-nippled breast. The black youth knelt at her other side, gazing down.
Smiling, Cathy reached and took hold of his upthrust, ebony cock. He had a foreskin, and she pumped her hand up and down on his bone hard pecker, rolling the tight hood back and forth across the ridge of his dark, shiny glans. He had black fuzz around his balls.
She leaned toward his super-hard dick, her tongue coming out. When she began to lick his black cockhead, the boy at her other side clamped his lips around her nipple.
"Shit!" the youth on top of her exclaimed and, taking his cue from what he had watched her do with Dickie, glided his spikey penis up her slippery cunt.
The boyish stab thrilled Cathy, and she clasped the black youth's cockhead in her mouth. She sucked ravenously on the rounded chunk of little-boy meat while the third youth nursed on her nipple.
"Heyyyy... WOW!" the black boy said exultantly, and drove his prick all the way into Cathy's face. Her nose rubbed the bristly little fuzz at the base of his rod, and his nuts pressed her chin.
The boy atop her was driving his hips heatedly, stroking his hard cock at a rapid rate up and down in her lathered slit. It was too fast-but Cathy didn't care this time. There were two more boys to take over when the first one had finished, then maybe Dickie would be ready to go again!
Her eyes rolled wantonly as she lunged at the Negro youth's cock, taking all of it into her mouth and throat with each thrust. Her hips bumped at the boy who was fucking her. Her breast bobbled against the other youth's face.
Sickly disillusioned by what was now happening, Dickie scrambled into his clothes. Cathy didn't notice when he stole away, climbing over the windowsill and out of the house.
A man was supposed to be coming to his apartment, Cathy had told him. What if the guy were to hurt his sick grandpa? What did the man want, anyway? What was all that business with the pictures?
Maybe he had better call the cops, Dickie thought.
On the mattress, Cathy sluttishly bumped and writhed against the three young teeners who were getting their first feel of a hot woman's mouth and cunt and tit. Cathy's bouncing, tufted belly served her steamy cunt up to the lad who was spearing it. Her mouth gobbled wetly on the bristling black boy-cock that pumped between her lips. Her nipple ached from the sucking that the third youth gave it.
The black boy's cum burst into her mouth, and she gurgled happily as she gulped down his thick, musk-scented spurts. His rod quivered between her lips and a bit of goo dribbled out to drool down her chin. Seeing this, the tall lad who was pistoning his prick in her hot hole finished, gushing ecstatically inside her.
He scrambled off, to be replaced by the plump lad who had been gorging himself on titty. The new, rigid thrust thrilled Cathy, and she moaned as her head lolled free of the Negro's slumping prick.
The lean white youth knelt beside her, and she groped for him. Her hand caught his ropelike, wet, warm penis, and she tugged it to her glistening lips. She began to suck his wiggly dick as his fat friend fucked her.
She was coming in happy bursts that quickly followed one another, and she realized that she didn't have to dominate a young boy to be thrilled. Their mere youth was enough. She sucked fervently on the penis that was in her mouth, re-stiffening it while the other very stiff one pistoned in her greedy cunt. The black boy settled down for some titty-sucking. , Time stood still. Cathy had forgotten Dickie. The identities of the boys who were with her didn't matter-just their hard, young cocks, their hungry lips, and their fingers squeezing her flesh!
The husky youth atop her bounced on her belly as he jack-hammered into her slit. He spurted and groaned.
Cathy's cunt overflowed, the cum oozing out around the boy's quivering sex-column and streaming down between her buttocks, lubricating the entrance to her ass. Her anus tickled suggestively.
The cock in her mouth was hard as iron, and she reached down beside her for a feel of the black boy's rod. It was resurrected, also!
Cathy quit sucking, and exclaimed to the tall white youth, "You! Lie on your back!"
He quickly complied, his hard-on whipping to and fro. Cathy bent over him and licked his balls, then planted a final kiss to the knob of his pecker before crawling astride him.
"You!" she said to the black youth. "After I get this fellow's cock inside my pussy... come at me from behind! Do you know what I mean?"
"No, ma'am," the black lad politely said. "My ass, you silly kid!" she snapped. "Stick your cock UP it!"
The black youth looked frightened at first.
But after Cathy had dropped fully forward atop his white friend, sheathing his hard-on in her twat, and her white-mounded buttocks were arching up in mute invitation... he overcame his uncertainty and fear.
II she wants it in her asshole, I'll stick it in her asshole! he must have thought, because he moved right up behind her, his prick bristling erectly.
She felt his moist cockhead nudge her buttocks apart, and she said over her shoulder, "Ram it! Drive it up my hot ass! Hurry!"
It was difficult to remain still with the other boy's dick throbbing up inside her, but she wanted to make things easy for the black youth... and for herself, when he made his plunge. She cooperated to the ultimate degree by letting her anal muscle relax.
As the tip of the Negro's prick kissed the pink, dewy flower of her ass, her flesh blossomed to receive his thrust. Her asshole warmly enveloped his cockhead.
"Maaaan!" he rasped, and drove deeper into her hot, grabby rear.
Her rectal passage was made very narrow by the presence of the other boy's rod within her cunt. The two cocks rubbed each other through her thin separating membranes. Cathy's thrill heightened as she felt both boyish pricks sticking up inside her.
She began to writhe, wobbling her buttocks against the black youth as her heated asshole swirled around his cock. Her pussy bobbed snugly on the white boy's shaft, drooling spilled cum thickly down to his balls.
"Come here!" she yelled at the third youth, who was kneeling nearby.
He crawled up to her face, and she took his soft penis into her mouth. It didn't stay soft for long. In moments, Cathy was being plugged vigorously by two cocks driving up her wiggly crotch while a third stiff rod plugged her sucking, lunging face!
Her entire body undulated, her soft flesh rippling, as the three boys fucked her at the same time. She came like a string of firecrackers: Pop! Pop! Pop!
The black lad bared his ivory teeth as he grasped Cathy's billowy buttocks and rammed his prick between them, fucking the grabby, pink circle of her asshole. The youth beneath her bumped his buttocks on the mattress, jabbing his hard-on up her slippery sexway. The plump boy pumped his pecker between her sucking lips.
Cathy writhed and bumped, gasping and blubbering against her mouthful of cock. Her pussy and asshole grasped spastically at the two rods that pumped within them. Her continuous orgasm reached a dizzying height as the boys began to come: Spurt! The black youth blasted up her asshole.
Splat! The plump lad exploded in her mouth.
Squirt! The third boy came in her pussy.
Her blissfully sated body was flooded through three orifices by gushing teenagers' cum!
"Okay, you're all under arrest!"
The boys fell away from Cathy, and she rolled over. They stared at the uniformed police who were circled about them, glaring sternly down.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Baxter Griffith!" Cathy cried as she was booked. "I want to see Baxter Griffith!"
The officer behind the desk squinted at her. "Do you know him?"
"I certainly do! Of course... " She averted her eyes. "... he only knows my first name."
"Well, I'll call him. But in the meantime, you're gonna go with this matron and get the stink showered off you."
Cathy was escorted to a shower room where she ignominiously was stripped and thrust beneath the pelting spray. Under the watchful eyes of the dykish matron, she was forced to bathe thoroughly, then was given jail clothes to put on-plain white cotton underpants, a bra, and a shapeless drab dress. She was taken to a large cell and thrown in with assorted prostitutes and thieves. She had never felt so degraded or depressed.
It was perhaps an hour later when a matron appeared and took her from the cell. She was led to an interview room, without being told the reason for it, and was ordered to sit down. The matron left.
After a few moments, Baxter Griffith entered the room alone. He was immaculately groomed and carried a briefcase.
"Well, you really got yourself fouled up, didn't you?" he said with apparent satisfaction. "Playing around with little boys! You're no better than someone else we know."
"Just get me out of here!" Cathy demanded.
"That's no problem... provided you'll play ball with me. Let's forget that absurd demand you made this morning. In return for your freedom-and the not inconsiderable sum of ten thousand dollars, tax-free-you will give me all the negatives you have."
"Ten thousand...!" Cathy stared at him.
"Not a penny more. Take it or spend the next six months, at least, in jail!"
"If I do take it," Cathy said, "will the charges against me be dropped? No trial?"
Bax nodded.
"I, uh, will have to make a call in order to get the photographs."
"Okay. But no tricks. I've got you by the titties, babe, and I hope you realize it."
"I do," Cathy admitted glumly.
There was a telephone in the room, and Bax ordered an outside line. He handed the receiver to Cathy. She dialed the motel where she had been staying with Tom and got a number he had left with the clerk. She dialed that, which turned out to be another motel, and got through to him.
"I'm in jail," she told him simply. "But I've made a deal. You've got to bring the pictures down here."
"How much?" he asked.
"Half a million," she said, glancing guiltily at Bax.
"Shit!" Tom exclaimed. "Well, that'll have to do, I guess."
"I'll put somebody on the line, and he'll tell you how to find me." She handed the telephone to Bax.
"I hope he isn't suspicious," Cathy said after Bax had given the instructions and hung up.
"What was that half-a-million crap?"
"If I hadn't told him we were going to collect a lot, he wouldn't have agreed to bring the pictures."
"And when he gets here?"
"Just take the pictures away from him," Cathy said coldly. "The ten thousand is all mine."
Bax smiled in grudging admiration. "You're some babe!"
"Well, he doesn't deserve anything, after the way he treated me," Cathy said in self-defense. "I took all the knocks."
"And you're not through yet."
"What?"
"I want another piece of your pretty ass." Cathy sighed.
"Stand up and bend over that table!" Bax ordered.
Cathy stood and faced away from the well dressed, prosperous politician. She humiliatingly bent forward, across the table top. Bax pulled her jail skirt up to the small of her back and frowned at the sight of her shapely buttocks in the plain cotton panties that covered them.
"An ass like yours should have nothing but silk wrapped around it," he said.
He took hold of the elastic at the top of her panties and slowly drew it down, baring the half-moons of her rear.
"You know, my offer still holds-fifteen hundred a month and an apartment for you to be my girl," he told her.
"Fuck you!" Cathy said.
"No... fuck you!" Bax retorted angrily, and dropped his expensive trousers and shorts. His cock leaped out to point at the defenseless young woman's rear.
He moved closer and worked his prick into the blonde edged pink slit of her pussy. He pushed, forcing deep entry even though Cathy wasn't prepared. She caught her breath.
Bax fucked her, writhing on the balls of his feet, his hard cock tunneling deep into her dry, resistant passage. Gradually she moistened, and her fuckhole stretched. But she didn't derive the slightest enjoyment from the degrading attack.
The middle-aged politician huffed and puffed as he pumped his turgid penis in and out of her clasping cunt. He clutched her rubbery buttocks and wiggled her against the edge of the desk. The hard wood stimulated her clitty, and she began to respond, despite herself.
Bax's thumbs stretched her butt cheeks apart, and he gazed at the eye of her ass, just an inch above the hairy pink circle through which he was pumping his prick. Suddenly he pulled his wet cock out of her and pressed its blunt head against her more enticing, tighter aperture.
"NOOOOHH!" she bawled. "GOD DAMN YOU!"
Cathy's cries were in vain as the man twisted his fiercely throbbing prick against her anal dimple. Experience had taught her that the best thing to do at such a time was to relax, and she did-reluctantly. Her rosy asshole blossomed, and the man's cock glided snugly into it.
He kept her buttocks stretched wide apart and watched his blue-veined, thick column stroke slowly in and out of the writhing girl's ass.
"You PRICK!" she railed. "YOU FILTHY PRICK!"
"Careful," Bax warned, breathing hard, "or I won't give you even that ten thousand. It's just out of the goodness of my heart."
Cathy shut up and took his driving dick up her anus without further protest. His iron-hard column burned as it pumped thickly in and out of her stretched asshole. She responded nevertheless, as if she felt she had the sodomy coming.
As Bax quickened his ass-spearing strokes. Cathy flopped about, her lush buttocks quivering. The man's prick plunged deeper and deeper between the jelly-like mounds until every thrust sank balls-deep into her squirming asshole.
She moaned. She panted. Finally she began bobbing up and down on the desk edge, reaching for every thrust of the devilish rod that impaled her bowels.
"OOOOH... YESSSSS!" she cried. "I'M CUMMMM-WNNNNNG!"
She shook in assfucked frenzy as Bax shot his charge. Her brain swirled. The barrel of his penis jerked in the rubbery clasp of her anus, and he held his weapon deep inside her until it had discharged its full load and began turning soft. Then he pulled the meaty organ from her asshole with a Pop!
He watched her rosy flower contract.
"If you don't give me that ten thousand, I'll make trouble for you!" Cathy warned, sniffling.
"Don't worry," Bax replied, wiping his penis on his handkerchief, which he then dropped into a wastebasket. "I consider it a campaign expense. But that closes the book."
"All right," Cathy softly agreed, and straightened up.
The phone rang.
Bax answered it and said, "Have him wait out front. I'll be right there."
"Your friend didn't waste any time," he told Cathy as he hung up the phone.
"He's going to be mighty mad," she said, as much to herself as to Bax.
"You better take off fast," Bax advised her. "Ten thousand should get you established in a new town."
It's going to get me a new life! Cathy decided. She already had formed a sketchy plan.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"So, tell me about the new deal," Cathy said to the hawk faced, skinny man who stood facing her, ogling the rounded thrust of her breasts.
"It's double what we been getting. They like your pictures, babe! They got a special quality, the guys say, as if you really enjoy your work."
"You know I do," the pretty blonde admitted, smiling foxily. Despite all she had been through, she hadn't lost her girlish charm.
"How about if you give me a little enjoyment now," the dark-complexioned man suggested, as he opened the front of her blouse.
"Ooh, Pete... do we have to do thaaat!"
"I'm a normal guy, baby," he said, lifting a quivery, firm breast out of her blouse. "I don't get my jollies from kids, but from big-titted girls like you!" He took out her other breast. "I'll let you do it the way you like best. That'll get you set up for the little boy who's waiting outside."
Cathy sighed. What could she say? She had to cater to Pete, because he had the contacts that she needed. She preferred to stay clear of the sordid aspects of her trade and concentrate on what gave her pleasure.
She stood compliantly and let Pete roll her globular, satin-skinned breasts. His thumbs and index fingers pinched her pink nipples, making them stick way out.
"Your titties help sell the shots," he said as he pleasurably squeezed them. "That fine ass of yours helps, too."
Her hand went to Pete's crotch, and she felt his prick rising. Her fingers crawling up his fly, took hold of the tab of his zipper she slowly drew it down.
After springing his cock from his clothes, she stroked the slender, stiffening appendage until it was hard as a bone, sticking out and upward. She sank to her knees, her full breasts bobbing.
"Ooooh, Pete... Pete... " she crooned. "You horny devil!"
It was clear that she was beginning to take pleasure in what she had to do as she stuck out her pink, glistening tongue and swiped it around the man's purplish cock-knob. He looked down and watched her lick his prick as her titties quivered just below. Her tongue swirled round and round his bulging peckerhead, then she gradually sucked the bulb into her mouth. Her lips locked in the groove behind his coronal ridge.
With her tongue still working on his rubbery, smooth glans, she sucked his cock voluptuously. Her lashes were lowered. Her nipples were very stiff.
She pumped her head forward and back, taking more and more of Pete's eight-incher between her o-shaped lips and deep into her mouth. She especially enjoyed sucking Pete's cock because his shaft was skinny and long, while his glans bulged beautifully against her tongue. He reached down and cupped her titties in his hands. He bounced her pink-tipped bulbs as she mouth-fucked him.
He pumped his prick between the pretty girl's sucking, moist lips, surging deep into the liquid warmth of her mouth. She moaned against the man-meat that plugged her oral cavity. She gobbled hotly.
Girlie dew dribbled from the soft lips of her pussy, onto the crotch of her silk panties, making her nice and ready for the boy she would receive as soon as Pete got his rocks off. She mouth-fucked him faster, her tousled blonde hair flashing.
Pete screwed her face, his prick throbbing. His cannon barrel jerked between her lips, then shot. Splats of thick, musky cream struck the back of her mouth and glided down her gulping throat. A bit of his creamy stuff washed forward on her tongue and oozed out between his quivering hard-on and her lips.
Cathy dutifully sucked him and swallowed until he had voided his balls, then she let his softening penis flop free. He ran a finger across her chin, picking up the spilled semen, and stuck the finger into her mouth. She sucked it clean.
Pete restored his penis to his pants and zipped up.
"Okay, honey," he said with a grin. "Get to work!"
He turned and left her studio.
Cathy waited a few moments, then walked out to the reception room. She remained highly charged, and her blue eyes sparkled as she regarded the mother and son who sat there. They were answering her ad.
She gave them the usual pitch: The thirteen-year-old was just the type she was looking for. she said, and offered a flat fee for one modeling session. She presented a cleverly written release for the mother to sign. With her signature on that, and the fee in the woman's purse, she would be in no position to make trouble, even if the boy later told her what went on in the "modeling" session.
As far as Cathy knew, however, none of the boys had ever talked. Why would they, when she made them all feel so good?
"Can't I watch you take the pictures?" the simpering, overstuffed matron asked. "It was a common request.
"I'm sorry, no," Cathy replied sweetly. "We have to set just the right mood, and T can best do that when I'm alone with your son. You understand, don't you?"
"Yes, of course."
Cathy ushered the fresh-faced, curious youth into her studio.
"Well!" she exclaimed, as soon as she had shut the sound-proofed door. "It locked automatically. She stood facing the lad. "You're certainly a fine-looking boy!"
"Thank you," he said, and gave a little gulp. Like most boys his age, he was shy around pretty young women-but obviously interested in them.
Cathy immediately set out to heighten his interest.
"It's pretty warm in here, don't you think?" she asked, and commenced unbuttoning her blouse.
"Gosh!" was all the lad said as she opened the garment to her waist, revealing the inner halves of her rounded, creamy-toned breasts.
"You don't mind if I just take this off-do you, Danny?" she asked.
Without waiting for his reply, she opened her blouse fully and let it glide down her arms. Her titties bobbed in naked splendor before the youth's shocked and fascinated eyes.
"How about this, too?" she suggested, and unfastened her skirt.
"But, gee!" the lad said, squirming. "Why are you doing that?"
"I told you-I'm hot. Don't you ever get hot, Danny?"
She stepped from her skirt, flexing stocking clad legs. Her thighs gleamed above the tops of her sand-colored, sleek nylons. White garter straps pressed against her bare flesh and disappeared beneath the lacy edges of her silken pink briefs.
That Danny was getting hot from gazing at the near-naked woman became obvious, for his little prick was pushing the front of his trousers into a peak. Bashfulness turned his face red.
"Ooooh, Danny!" she said in a playful but somewhat scolding tone, just critical enough to make him feel he was at fault. That was part, of her ploy, which helped assure that he wouldn't complain to his mother about her. "You've let your dick get hard! That's very naughty, Danny. You know that, don't you?"
"G-gosh!" the flustered, red-faced youth exclaimed. "I can't help it!"
"Well," Cathy replied with a sigh, "as long as your pecker is all hard and sticking out, I may as well let you take your pants off. That will make you more comfortable."
"You really want me to... take off my clothes?" the youth asked in astonishment.
"I must make you comfortable," Cathy said, "or the pictures won't be any good. Yes! Take off all your clothes. Hurry!"
While the boy disrobed in embarrassment but with a wild, giddy excitement eating at him-Cathy turned and readied her camera, which stood on a tripod. Danny stared at her beautiful bottom, in her silky pants, and his cock throbbed higher and harder. By the time he was nude, his childish dick was sticking right straight up, against his belly.
Cathy turned to face him, and her eyes widened. "Ooh, what a perfectly delightful cock!" she gushed. "Danny, it's precious!"
She wasn't pretending in the least, and the boy seemed to realized it, though he remained intensely embarrassed and racked by guilt.
"Just step over to the couch here," Cathy said, leading the way. She let her buttocks roll sensually in her filmy briefs. She was dribbling added moisture onto the crotch of her panties as she thought about the pleasure to come.
A line extended from her camera to a pushbutton on the arm of the sofa. She sat on the couch, presenting a profile to the lens, and positioned Danny in front of her.
"Ooooh, you don't have a bit of hair around your darling cock and balls, do you?" she said. "You're not quite a man yet. But your little dick is so hard! Doesn't that bother you sometimes?"
"Yeah!" the youth rasped, writhing nervously. His prick continued to stick straight up.
"What do you do about it, Danny?" Cathy asked. "Do you ever play with yourself... like this?"
She took hold of his little-boy cock and tilted it forward. She pressed the button on the arm of the sofa, and the camera clicked.
The lad didn't notice that. He was too excited by the pretty girl's hand around his throbbing dick, holding it softly and warmly as she gazed at it in obvious adoration.
"Well, do you play with yourself, darling?" she asked again.
"S-sometimes," the shy youth admitted.
"And what happens when you do?" Cathy cupped his baby balls and let his cock stand up free.
Click!
"N-nothing happens," the flustered child said. "After awhile my... cock... just gets soft." His stiff penis twitched as he uttered the dirty word.
"Well, maybe we can get a little something out of it today," Cathy told him. "Just a little. Do you think so?"
"Gosh, I don't know!"
Cathy leaned close to his childish pecker and stuck out her tongue. With her tongue an inch away from his pink little cockhead, she snapped the camera again.
The boy's eyes widened and he thrilled wildly as he watched the pretty girl's tongue touch the tip of his prick, which she held pointing toward her face. He jerked. Cathy gave a purr and slanted a playful glance upward.
Oh, he's so excited! she thought. Just look at his shocked, happy face! He's such a beautiful child... and he's got such a tasty little dick!
"Uuuuhhling!" she groaned voluptuously while licking Danny's palpitating pink cockhead. She enjoyed herself so intensely that she almost forgot to snap another picture.
She let the boy's pecker stick up alongside her nose and licked down the shaft.
Snap!
She kissed Danny's precious balls, which were white and delicate-utterly hairless. Click!
"Wow... M-Miss West!" the youth panted. "I don't know... what to do...!"
"Ooooooh, don't do ANYTHING, Danny!" Cathy said, her soft lips brushing his hard upthrust penis. "Just let me LOVE you!"
She capped here moist mouth around the knob of his thirteen-year-old cock and sucked while her brain swirled.
Snap!
Cathy pumped her clasping lips forward and back on the boy's stiff pecker. Click!
The unconventional photographer let his dickie snap free. He was panting, his face red, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He obviously was wrought up. If he had been a bit older, he would have shot already. But his balls were not quite developed to the point of ejaculation. Not quite... but almost. Cathy hoped to complete their maturation before she was through.
She let her stocking-clad thighs sway apart, and said, "Danny... look at me down here... " Her hand stroked her crotch, pressing the narrow center-strip of her panties against her burning, wet cunt.
She took her hand away, and the child ogled. His upthrust dick twitched as he gazed at the silky blonde hairs that curled into view along her panty crotch. Her panties were spotted with clear moisture.
"Kneel down, Danny." she said. "Take my panties off!
The boy dropped to his knees, though he obviously was unsure of what he should do. Cathy guided his hands up her thighs, onto her panties.
Click!
She helped him get hold of the top of her briefs. "Just pull them down like a good boy," she said, her voice husking up.
As he began to pull her panties off, she snapped the camera shutter again. The instrument was equipped to take up to forty pictures without reloading.
Cathy stuck her legs straight out in front of her, and Danny leaned back to pull her pink panties along her thighs, following the straps of her garters. Snap! He pulled her panties across her stocking tops and along the sleek hose, then picked them from her feet. Click!
She spread her thighs wide apart, and the innocent child stared at her hairy edged, pink centered slit.
"Do you like my pussy, dear?" she asked. "Ooooh, I can tell you do, because your cockiedoodle is quivering! Lean down and kiss my pussy, darling! Get your head right between my warm thighs."
Danny hesitated in frustration, but Cathy resolved his uncertainty by pushing his head down. She kept one hand on the camera controls: Click!
She mashed Danny's boyish mouth against her cunt and snapped the shutter again.
Oh, it's just wonderful! she thought. I'm getting such marvelous shots! I'd like to see the faces of the horny men who look at these pictures! I'd like to watch them jacking off!
She rose quickly, turning around, and knelt on the sofa, facing away from the bewildered youth.
"Now kiss my ass, Danny!" she purred in a hot, throaty tone. "Push your face right between my big, beautiful buttocks!"
She reached behind her to help him, and the boy's face smacked into her asscrack.
Snap!
She sat down again.
"Now, my titties, dear!" she exclaimed passionately. "Snuggle up close and suck both my tits!"
He didn't have to be urged to do that, and she happily snapped more pictures as he licked and sucked at her thrusting pink nipples. Thrills radiated through her. She had been coming in little bursts ever since the picture taking session had begun, but she had an even bigger orgasm in store.
"Now, Danny, I'm going to lie down," she said, "and I want you to get right on top of me. Do you know what I want you to do?"
"Gosh no, T don't!" he exclaimed, quivering.
"Well... I want you to stick your darling little pecker into my hot hole. Right here!" She fingered her pussylips apart, letting him see the pink, succulent center of her girlie twat. She used only one hand so that she could: Snap!
Danny's face, as he stared at her stretched open pussy, was a marvelous sight.
"Get on top of me, darling!" she repeated. "Stick your pecker up my cunt!"
Danny scrambled atop the lovely girl. She positioned his penis with her hand and, just as his thrusting dick parted her pussy petals.
Snap!
She let him shove all the way in. Click!
"Plump in and out!" Cathy cried. "FUCK ME, DANNN-EEEE!" Snap!
The boy stroked fast, happy to give his throbbing prick the tactile stimulation it needed. Cathy came gloriously, throbbing and shaking. Her buttocks bounced against the sofa.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Clawing blindly, she pulled Danny's cock out of her just in time and took her final picture as the boy's dick gave a spurt. A single glob of white semen arced into the air, frozen by the lens of the camera as it hovered above her belly.
It fell with a soft, moist splat. Danny groaned. His eyes rolled. He tumbled back onto the sofa, sitting next to Cathy's feet, and she watched his cock turn soft.
"Wh-what happened?" he asked helplessly, as soon as he had caught his breath.
"You came, darling!" Cathy said. "Ooooh, yessss! Your lovely cock shot one precious drop of fluid-see?" She smeared it around on her belly. "You'll shoot lots more as you grow older. But that was the first. You'll never forget it, Danny!"
"When are we... gonna take the pictures?" he asked in bewilderment.
"Why, we already took them, darling!" Cathy said, springing to her feet. Her titties bounced prettily before his eyes. "Wasn't it fun?"
"B-but... "
"Now put on your clothes, like a good boy, and then we'll talk about what you're going to tell your mother. And I've got something special for you-a whole twenty dollar bill that's going to be all yours, and you don't have to tell your mother about it. You can spend it on candy and ice cream. Won't that be nice?"
"Yeah! Gee!" The child grinned.
"But if you tell your mother the wrong things, I'll have to tell her about the twenty. You wouldn't want me to do that!"
"No," he admitted.
When they both were dressed and tidied up, so that they looked as if nothing untoward had happened, Cathy walked him back to the reception room where his mother waited.
"He was a marvelous subject, Mrs. Gordon!" Cathy said.
"Then maybe you'll want to use him again...?" the matron asked hopefully.
"No, I'm afraid not." Cathy looked at the lad fondly. "I need new subjects all the time. But Danny has a definite future, I believe. He's going to grow into a fine young man!"
Cathy smiled to herself in satisfaction as the woman led her child out. Danny glanced over his shoulder, and Cathy winked.
"A fine young man!" she repeated to herself after the door was shut.
