A fear gripped Nell Dorman as chilling as the cold wind that cut through the narrow San Francisco streets each evening. She saw the look in Bill Black's eyes, and she saw that it spelled rape.
"Don't, Bill," she said, painfully aware that it came out a whimper.
He said nothing, just moved icily across the floor of his Telegraph Hill apartment.
She was numb with fear. She loved him, but she knew that when that look came into his eyes -- that look of a killer he'd brought back with him from Vietnam -- there was nothing she could do, no way she could fight him.
His hand darted out, ripped her chemise dress so it fell to her feet in a puddle.
"Bill... "
Her voice held the plea of a virgin girl.
Still, he said nothing, only his cold eyes speaking.
She stood there a long moment, clad only in her bra and skimpy panties. Then she walked to his side and pressed her firm, young body against him and tenderly kissed him on the neck. Her soft, full lips on his neck tried to erase the tormenting war memory.
He slipped his arm around her slim waist and pulled her warm body more closely to him. His hand stroked through her raven tresses and he looked hungrily into her black eyes. Fearfully she encircled his back with her arms and their lips met passionately. His tongue darted into her open mouth and danced wetly around hers. Bill sucked greedily on her sweet meat, trying to fully capture the animated piece of meat. Her tautening nipples pressed through her thin bra into his muscular chest. She squirmed in anticipation as she felt him beginning to stiffen and silently prayed he would hurry.
Their tongues still battled in a love duel as he reached behind her back and unhooked her bra strap, pulling the lacy halter from her chest.
He moved away to drink in her tantalizing beauty. Her full breasts pointed toward the heavens, the stiff, erect teats beckoning for his mouth. As he reached out and ran his thumbs lightly over her distended nipples, she pulled his T-shirt off, baring the smooth, long muscles of his wide chest.
Nell looked numbly at his crotch and saw his stiff, enormous cock straining against the ungiving material of his denim pants. She felt remorseful, knowing what the war had done to him.
Bill unsnapped the single catch and unzipped his trousers. His thumbs hooked over his pants and underwear, pulling both garments below his hips. They dropped down around his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She let out one loud scream. Then she gave in to passion.
In a flash they were together, their mouths sucking and nipping, their tongues entwined in a love duel. She had his pulsating tool trapped between her delicious thighs and up against her red-hot pussy, moving her ass to get full enjoyment out of his pulsating penis.
His hands slipped under the elastic of her panties and pushed them down below her rounded buttocks as his mouth sucked its way to her aching tits.
She screamed again and backed her ass away from him. Her panties dropped to the floor as she wriggled out of them while she reached out automatically and grabbed his throbbing cock. She stroked the length of his prick and gasped at its magnificent proportions. Her eyes wandered down to see it in its glorious length and nakedness. Her hand wrapped around the hefty middle and her legs grew suddenly weak. She dropped to her knees, pulling her swollen nipple unceremoniously from his suctioning mouth.
Bill watched as Nell wet her lips hungrily and opened her mouth. She gorged in passionate ravishment on his cock. Her tongue explored every blood-filled vein along its silken way. One hand fingered and felt the full bag of sperm hanging below the enormous cock; the other hand fingered through the thick growth of pubic hair, twirling and tugging small tufts at a time.
Her tongue ringed around the bloated head and dipped into the slit. She moved her tongue with rapid darting movements in and out of the small hole as though she were fucking it with her tongue. The delightful sensation sent charges through Bill's body.
She stopped, moved back a few inches, then looked at his pointing, wet cock desirously. She licked her lips, her eyes glued to the blood-filled, bursting head. She moved slowly, closer and closer as she forced her mouth open, wider and wider to let his swollen monster find a moist resting place deep within her throat. She made contact. Bill tensed and arched his back. The glans disappeared into her hot, voracious mouth. There was barely room enough for her to ring the head as she moved farther onto his cock. She worked her tongue around the massive head as his thighs began to quiver. Gently, hotly, her stretched mouth moved back and forth slowly.
Bill could feel the hot, viscous sperm building up a tremendous pressure in his balls. With an amazing amount of willpower, he slipped his prick from her mouth.
She looked up, her face displaying once more the old fear.
"Not that way!" she said, as he picked her up from her knees and kissed her hard.
His cock slipped back between her legs. His hands reached around and grabbed her firmly by the cheeks of her ass. He applied a gentle upward pressure and she wrapped her thighs around his body. She let her weight slip down a little, feeling his rigid phallus penetrating the moist, hot lips of her virgin cunt.
He carried her in that position into the bedroom while she kissed and sucked his neck and chest. He got to his knees at the foot of the double bed and put her on it. The chill of the bedspread on her ass made goose-bumps appear on her quivering flanks.
His face snuggled into the warmth of her thighs as her fingers wandered lightly through his curly hair. He kissed her on the inner thigh, just below her impassioned crotch.
She moaned from the hot kiss, then lay back on the bed. Bill rested his palm on the softness of her glistening, black pubic hair while his thumbs traced lightly along the pulpy, moist pussy-lips.
Her belly tightened. A quick series of breathy screams leaped out of her gaping mouth.
He snuggled his face into the lush black patch and blew hot breath through its softness while his hands cupped over her heaving tits and kneaded the turgid nipples.
"Don't fuck me!" she wailed.
He grabbed her by the ankles and pushed up. Her knees bent and her legs spread, leaving her hot pussy hanging slightly over the edge of the bed. He could see the pink flesh of her widespread lips. Her hips jerked violently. He shoved his tongue in, wiggling it rapidly along the walls of her steaming vagina. Her ass swayed to the rapturous delight and she pushed forward to capture more of his probing tongue.
"Please don't!" she screamed.
He replied to her distressed pleas by chomping harder on her fiery cunt-lips.
"Oh-h-h," she sobbed breathlessly, her body writhing in an uncontrollable passion. "Oh, God." Her voice was cracking from fear and the burning desire that wracked her body.
He spread the searing cunt-lips wider and grabbed the aching bud with his mouth, rolling, mashing and pulling on the stiff blossom. His fingers tickled at her puckering asshole while he kept up the relentless attack on her blood-stiffened clitoris. Her hips flayed wildly, her fingers tore into the bedspread and her body drove lustfully against his suctioning, mashing mouth.
"H-e-e-elp!" she wailed like a mournful siren, pushing his face deeper into her spewing cunt. Her body arched and tensed as he sucked the life out of her vagina.
He lay his full weight on her limp body, his stiff cock snuggling against the hot, moist folds of her spread pussy-lips. He covered her with white-hot kisses. Her eyes, her nose, her lips, her ears, her shoulders, her breasts all felt the vibrant passion of his lips. He lingered on the taut teats. His tongue flicked at their erect rigidity, reawakening the embers of her lust.
He drew back, eyed her cunt hungrily. Then a flicker of compassion responded deeply within him. Suddenly, he threw her over onto her stomach.
Her beautiful ass stared him in the face. He spread the shapely cheeks, gazed at the puckered asshole.
The wanton craving began to press against the stiffness of his cock. His hand grabbed the pulsing muscle and guided it to the asshole.
"No-o-o-o-o-o!!" she pleaded. "Not there!"
He tore in, lunged up her ass, seeking the culmination of his animal passion. His heavy-hanging balls slapped wetly against her convoluting ass as he plunged relentlessly into her tight rectum. She worked her anal muscles like a fist, pulling and holding every lunge of his ass-hungry dick.
They melded into a single, driving, writhing, slamming orgiastic thing, his cock sliding up, in and out of her ass.
The growling, animalistic groans meshed into pure, unadulterated lust as he rocketed off into the infinity of delirium. He clung tenaciously to her, savoring the last clinging moments of ecstasy, then he slumped into a heavenly state of sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
They were in Bill's car, both of them omitting showers so she might be on time for dinner and avoid a dissertation by her father on the virtue on punctuality. Nell lived on Russian Hill, about a fifteen-minute drive from where they were.
As Bill sped along the narrow San Francisco streets, breaking most traffic laws, Nell realized how much she would miss him during the three months of her vacation.
She had just finished high school and was enrolled across the Bay at the university as a pre-med student, following in the footsteps of her father, who was one of the leading surgeons in San Francisco.
Bill was to attend summer session at Berkeley and they had both decided it would be as good a time as any to learn how much they really meant to each other by separating for the three months. It was being accomplished by the simple expedient of Nell going on a cross-country vacation with her twin sister, Beth. If absence made the heart grow fonder, they would soon know, and if the opposite occurred, then it would be for the best if they knew sooner than later.
She looked at Bill longingly; it would be their last time together for three long months, for once he dropped her at home, it would be the last time they would see each other till then. Nell had already packed her bags so she could spend as much time with him as possible and still get an early start in the morning.
Meanwhile at the Dorman home Beth was just finishing the last of her packing while her father sat downstairs impatiently sipping a dry martini and staring at his watch. It was three minutes before eight, but he was already anticipating that both his daughters would be late.
Beth fooled him. She appeared in the living room as he looked at his watch. Her brown hair bounced on her neck as she skipped over to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hi, Dad," she said brightly. "How's my favorite surgeon?" Her creamy white skin hardly creased as she smiled brightly at her father.
He looked at her vital young body, flashing violet eyes and brilliant smile and the tensions of the day oozed out of him. She and Nell were the sun and the heavens all wrapped up in twin packages for him. The only physical difference between Nell and Beth was the color of their hair.
A tender kiss on the cheek, a touch of the hand or a flashing smile was all that was needed to render him a helpless vassal to their wishes.
Beth had graduated valedictorian in high school with Nell only a fraction behind her, and he couldn't have felt more pride. He was even happy to learn that Beth, unlike Nell had decided to major in social work. It proved to him that she had humility and sensitivity to the needs of others.
As a nationally known surgeon, he had parlayed his high income with sound investments and was now extremely wealthy. Although he had always lavished Beth and Nell with all the material things his money could buy, they remained unspoiled.
"I'll feel a lot better if your playgirl sister should fool me and come home on time for dinner," he said, his manner gruff.
Beth sat on the arm of the chair and put her arm around him. "Oh, Dad, don't be an old grouch. You won't be seeing us for three months. I think you can allow her a few minutes' leeway to say goodbye to Bill."
"That's why I'm a grouch. I won't be seeing you for three long months. Do you have to go around the country for that long?"
"Yes, we do. Once we start college, we'll be devoting all our energies to our studies and we won't have the time. We want to get out and explore the country, see what makes it tick, see what makes people tick."
"You won't be able to learn all that in three months or three years," Mr. Dorman pointed out.
"I know that," she answered, "but at least it's a start. If I'm going to be involved with people, I have to learn something about them. Things I can't learn from a book or a lecture."
He sighed and patted her lovingly on the knee. "Of course you're right, but I dread the thought of not having you around for three months."
She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, maybe you'll learn to appreciate us."
Mrs. Dorman entered the living room carrying four glasses of champagne, one intended for Nell, as the chimes of the clock on the mantel struck eight. She handed a glass to Beth and one to Mr. Dorman, then she looked around the room.
"No Nell?" she asked. There wasn't any surprise in her voice. She had long since become accustomed to Nell's rather loose interpretation of punctuality.
"No Nell," Mr. Dorman answered. "If you wanted her here at eight, you should have told her dinner was at seven."
The words were no sooner out of his mouth when the front door opened and Nell entered alone. She closed the wide oak door behind her and entered the living room. "Hi everyone," she said, smiling brightly.
Beth looked surprised. "Where's Bill?"
Nell shrugged her shoulders sadly. "He went home. He'll call in the morning to say goodbye." Mr. Dorman raised his glass after Mrs. Dorman had given one to Nell. "This really calls for a toast," he said, a grin splitting his face. "Nell Dorman, daughter of the eminent Doctor David Dorman, has, for the first time in ten years, arrived at the Dorman home on time. It is a momentous occasion and one for which I'm deeply grateful and profoundly apologetic. I had anticipated at least a half hour's wait. Accept my thanks and my apologies because I'm starving." He bowed deeply and drank his champagne as the others laughed.
Dinner was bright and sprinkled with laughter, but there was an undercurrent of sadness. Mr. and Mrs. Dorman knew their daughters were entering a new phase in their lives and they were reluctant to accept it. They were also reluctant to see them leave. Before this, the longest time that the family had been separated was for two weeks of summer camp. Beth and Nell were growing into womanhood rapidly and it caused a paradox of emotions in their parents.
They would miss the squealing little girls who romped noisily through the house. They would miss the tears from the little hurts that they brought to them to make well. They would miss the woes, the heartaches, the sleepless nights, and most of all, they would miss the ecstatic reward of a child's kiss. But they were also proud of the graceful transformation they had made to young ladies of intelligence, responsibility, honesty and humility.
After dinner they played Scrabble and decided to end the pleasant evening at an early hour. The girls wanted to be on the road by six a.m. and it would necessitate an early start.
Of course, Mr. Dorman laughed at their intentions. He couldn't imagine either of them being able to get up at that hour and be on the road, all in the space of one hour. He was sure it would take that long to comb their hair.
They went to bed determined to dispel once and for all time Mr. Dorman's contention that women are incapable of following a set plan, especially where time is involved.
Nell went upstairs, her rectum still aching from Bill's avaricious cock. She had decided to tell no one of the vicious anal rape.
CHAPTER THREE
Nell and Beth were much too excited to fall right to sleep. They both wriggled restlessly in their king-sized bed.
"Can't you sleep either?" Nell asked as they both turned inward at the same time, bumping into each other. They giggled.
"No," Beth answered. "Do you think you and Bill will ever get married?" she asked, not knowing why the thought suddenly popped into her head.
"I think so. I think I love him very much," Nell answered. "Why'd you ask? You've always been saying I'll marry him because we have so much in common. Why the sudden doubts?"
"It's not so much doubt -- it's, ah, I don't know. I keep wondering how the next three months are going to affect us. Will we still have the same outlook on life, the same rapport with our surroundings? Does that sound nutty?"
"No," Nell answered, "I think I know what you mean. That's one of the reasons I wanted to go. For one thing, I wanted to find out if I really love Bill or if it's just a sexual thing. But is three months really enough time to alter our lives drastically?" "I think so," Beth said. "I think three hours can change a person's life -- if they're traumatic enough."
Nell thought of how three hours had indeed changed her life. She had become transformed from a girl to a woman on those three hours. She had not lost her virginity, but the anal rape had shown her a vista of sensuality and emotion in that short space of time.
She wondered about Beth. Was she still a virgin? She knew that six months ago, Beth was a virgin, but they hadn't discussed it since. She hadn't asked and Beth hadn't volunteered the information, but perhaps her sexual status had changed. Perhaps Lew, the boy with whom Beth went steady for three months, might have fucked her.
"Beth," Nell asked tentatively, "did you ever go to bed with Lew?"
"No," she answered, smiling. "I knew you were wondering about it."
"Not really," Nell answered sincerely. "I was thinking about Bill and me, and how I wanted to lay him when I knew I loved him. I just happened to think that you said you loved Lew. Didn't he try?"
"Did he ever!" Beth said, still shaking from the memory. "He tried the first night I met him and he was still trying the night we said goodbye. And there were a few times when I nearly let him, but I wasn't really sure I loved him, like you were with Bill. So, with doubts gnawing at me, I decided to wait. When I go to bed with anyone, I want to be sure I love him, at least the first time. I know it might not last but at least I won't have any guilt feelings about giving my virginity to some dumdum who comes along and takes me to bed. Do I sound like some provincial bumpkin?"
"No" Nell assured her. "I don't feel the least bit guilty about Bill for just that reason."
Beth yawned. "I'm sorry, Nell. Let's discuss it on the road. I'm getting sleepy and five a.m. comes awful early. Good night."
"Night," Nell replied, but she lay there, her eyes wide open, thinking of the fateful three hours that he promulgated the problem with which she now wrestled. Could she love a man who raped her ass?
As Beth came near to sleep, she remembered vividly another night with the same man. She had just broken off with Lew, and Bill had just got back from Vietnam. They were alone in the big house on Russian Hill. Beth sat on the couch which faced the hearth and kicked off her shoes. Bill sat on the floor and jokingly rubbed her feet. Her miniskirt had hiked up and revealed the soft V of her crotch.
The whiteness of her lacy panties shone like a beacon under the dark chiffon of her dress. Bill could feel his flaccid meat stirring to an erection as his glance fell on her silken thighs and inviting crotch.
He got up and poured himself a glass of wine. "Would you like a glass, Beth?"
"Uh-huh," she said, nodding lazily, curling up in a corner of the couch.
He poured the second glass and sat beside her. The warmth of the Burgundy glowed through her, lulling every muscle in her body to relaxation.
"Did I ever tell you, you're the most beautiful sister in the world?" he asked, looking into her big violet eyes.
Her lynx-like eyes sparkled as the reflection of the fire danced in them. "No, but tell me."
"You get more beautiful every day and tonight you're a month ahead of time."
"Oh, Bill," she sighed and put her arms around his neck, kissing him tenderly on the forehead. As she did, his wine spilled over her dress.
They laughed at the irritating intrusion and Bill stood up. "You'd better take it off. I'll hang it over a chair to dry."
Beth didn't think twice about the suggestion. It seemed to her the natural thing to do. She stood up and let Bill unzip the dress. She stepped out of it and he hung it over the back of a chair beside the glowing fire. His breath lumped in his throat when he turned to face her bra-and-bikini-panty-clad body.
Her firm young body exuded a lusty health as she stood there, her brown hair cascading over her creamy shoulders. Her full breasts tested the tensile strength of her brassiere and the lacy panties about her lower hips allowed a few stray wisps of silken blackness to peek above the elastic top. The dark shadow of her triangular pubic patch pushed against the gossamer material.
Beth giggled.
"What's so funny?" Bill asked.
"You," she tittered. "You look like you're ready to go to a party and I look like I'm ready for bed." As soon as she made the innocent observation, she realized she was revealing the truth. She was ready for bed. All Bill had to do was take her in his arms and she would fall apart.
He hesitated a moment and then, "I do look foolish, don't I?" He put his hands to her cheeks and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'll be right back. Don't go away."
Wild horses couldn't drag her from the house, she thought, as she watched him leave the room. She stood there, transfixed, afraid to move for fear the wonderful aura would dissipate, that any movement would disturb the tranquility of the moment. She would stay rooted to the spot until Bill returned and kissed her to perpetuate her flight to heaven.
He returned to her, wearing only the bottom of his pajamas and slippers.
Beth's heart pounded wildly as he approached her, his well-defined muscles accentuated by the dancing flames. When he took her in his arms and pulled her close to him, her knees almost buckled, so intense was her emotional desire.
Their lips met hungrily, passionately and his tongue flashed into her open mouth. Their tongues intertwined in a rapturous attack, their bodies molded into a single form, her crotch grinding into his, her belly mashing against his, and her bulbous tits pressing into the tensed muscles of his chest.
They clutched each other desperately; eager, anxious, frantic to savor each other's love.
Beth lay down on the couch and pulled Bill down beside her. She threw a leg over his and pushed her impassioned pussy against the hard length of his cock while she nipped lovingly at his lower lip. His hand roamed the velvety surface of her back, fingering along the undulating nodes of her vertebrae.
His tripping fingers sent pulsing tingles cascading along her spine. He unhooked the snap of her bra and removed the restraining garment, allowing her full, delicious mounds of firm flesh to spring out in bubbling release. He moved back to see the twin delight of her luscious orbs. A gasp of disbelief escaped his lips as he looked at the exquisite perfection of her breasts, capped by light pink areolas and taut nipples, like miniature tongues, arrogantly taunting him.
She took his hand and put it on her tit, pressing it firmly against the spongy flesh. She moaned softly and crushed her mouth to his, their tongues waggling in a dance of love.
Bill kneaded the wondrous flesh of her breasts and titillated the pink softness of her nipples. She took his rigid penis in her hand and stroked lightly over its pulsing form. Her fingers explored his heavily laden scrotum as he kissed her wetly on her ear, along the tensed cord of her neck, in the hollow of her shoulder and up the creamy slope of her tit.
When his mouth sucked in her taut pink teat, her belly convulsed spastically and she gasped for breath.
"My love, my love," she sighed and squeezed lovingly on his extended muscle, running Tier hand up its rigid length until it nestled just below his bulging glans. Her thumb slid easily back and forth over the slick, purplish cap, spreading the dribbling beads of lubricant.
As he gnashed her turgid nipple between his teeth, his hand rode her spine, down to the top of her panties where he hooked his fingers over the elastic top and pulled the lacy garment over the rounded flesh of her ass. His palm glided over the arc of her buttocks and then he grasped the rolled-up panties and pulled them below her knees.
She kicked them off as she unbuttoned his pajamas and let her hands roam over the tensed muscles of his groin. Then her hands slid along the sinewy flesh of his thighs, lowering his pajamas to well below his knees. He reached down and took them off.
He cupped her voluptuous buttocks in his searching hands and pulled her delectably nude body into his, his fiery cock jabbing into the soft- n". s of her belly.
"Oh, God," she moaned in ascending passion and lay her palm along the hot underside of his throbbing prick as he sucked voraciously on her burgeoning nipple.
His fingertips delved into the deep crack of her twitching ass and fingered lightly over her puckering asshole. Their bodies mashed together, Bill's cock imbedding itself into the soft flesh of her belly, his mouth adhered to her breast.
Beth wrapped her leg around his and humped her ranging pussy-meat against the hardness of his pelvis. He kneaded the delectable meat of her buttocks and bit savagely on her swollen nipples.
The ranging fires of lust burned out of control, making Beth's body a writhing mass of discontent.
She grabbed his jerking rod and put it between her legs, pressing the thick tool against her anguished pussy-lips. She wiggled her ass, agitating her fiery labia along the turgid muscle as she squeezed her legs together, capturing Bill's raging meat in the apex of her fires. She laved the ridges of his ear as he consumed the pinkness of her nipples and savagely grabbed handfuls of spongy buttock meat.
Beth spread her legs as he rolled over, coming to rest in the saddle of her crotch. His thick, long prick rubbed hotly along her weeping pussy-lips and into the moist crack of her ass. Then he left her tits with his mouth and nipped hungrily on her silken shoulders.
"Oh, Bill, my love. Take me, take me," she pleaded. A torrential rain of unbridled passion inundated her senses. Her virgin pussy cried in unrelieved desire. The only way her tortured need could be fulfilled would be by the wanton penetration of his throbbing cock into the burning meat of her cunt.
"Oh, darling, put it in. Put it in. Take my love. Make me yours," she cried, her body convulsing in frenetic rage.
She spread her legs more widely as Bill put the bulging head of his cock to the creamy entrance of her eager cunt. His fingers opened the tight en- trace and his torrid glans wedged in between the seething labia, pressing against her hymen.
There were sharp pangs of agony as his bulbous cap pressured against the elastic membrane of her virginity.
She yelped sharply and her nails dug into the muscles of his back.
"Do you want me to stop, Beth?" he asked, concerned that he might cause her too much pain.
"No, no. I want you!" she cried and pushed her hips upward with frantic determination. His imbedded cock-head tore through the membrane and sank angrily into her smouldering vagina. The stark pain ripped at her and she screamed, but she squeezed her legs around his back, holding herself impaled on his cock. The pulsing agony of the pain began to subside as they remained motionless, allowing her stretched vagina to acclimate itself to his thick invasion. Slowly he began to move his turgid phallus back and forth, restricting the movement to an inch in either direction, and slowly the pain dissipated. Then it was replaced by growing, surging, pulsating tremors.
The length of his stroke increased as she responded to the engulfing pleasure. Her ass twitched and her belly quivered as she used her legs to pull her fiery cunt up to meet his pistoning prick. Bill lunged more savagely, driving his rigid tool fully into Beth's swallowing cunt-meat, the tip of his long rod poking into her cervix. Their pelvises mashed into each other at the end of each inward stroke. Their damp pubes mingled in a soppy union and his low-hanging balls slapped into the crack of her sweating ass.
"Take me, take, take me!" she screamed as the store frenetically at his back while her ass convoluted in frantic circles.
Her grasping, scalding vulva and vagina held and tugged spasmodically on his driving prick like a series of tiny clutching fists.
They writhed and contorted,, slamming into each other with reckless violence, striving to cross the carnal bridge to delirious release. He tore at her tit and ripped at her ass while he rutted his enormous, bursting tool into the smoldering boiling depths of her weeping cunt-meat.
"Bill, darling! I love you, I love you. I want to come. I want to come. Please, please make me come!" She pleaded with an erotic urgency. She felt as though she had been thrown into a gigantic hearth and her body was being consumed by the white-hot flames. Every nerve, every fibre in her body was a raw, sensitive fuse, igniting innumerable explosions.
Bill drove more forcefully, more rapidly into her quaking meat as his own passion soared to inestimable heights.
Their meshed bodies spiralled on parallel courses, aimed for the orgiastic heavens. They smashed and writhed and contorted and lunged into each other until they burst through the gossamer restraining walls into the paradise of conjugal bliss.
Beth's wanton scream of "I'm commiinng!" harmonized with Bill's fervent "I love you, I love you!!" as he gushed a spastic stream of hot semen into her convulsing cunt. The gushing, milky fluid filled the hot depths of her raging meat, coating the seething walls of her vagina and triggering another series of exploding orgasms.
They clung desperately to each other, his spewing cock soaking resplendently in the boiling depths of her body. Slowly the ecstatic fervor of the glorious orgasm dwindled into a rapturous contentment and they lay in each other's arms, scarcely breathing, and their hearts beating like two bass drums.
Just the thought of their initial act of love had aroused Beth to the point of orgasm. She quietly got out of bed. Her aching pussy dripped salacious evidence of her impassioned condition.
In the bathroom Beth removed her panties and picked up the back brush. She leaned against the wall and put one leg on the bathtub while she spread the moist lips of her pussy. Using the handle of the brush, she rubbed her swollen clitoris with the lacquered wood, agitating the raging bud while she thought of Bill.
Her breath shallowed as her passion rode to a climatic conclusion. A soft, undulating moan escaped her lips and her body quivered in sensuous response to the exploding orgasm.
Nell closed her eyes as her sister returned to bed. She heard the ecstatic groans emanating from the bathroom, but she didn't want to embarrass Beth, so she pretended to be asleep.
She lay in the darkness until she heard Beth's deep, even, heavy breathing assuring her that she was asleep. Nell rolled over and faced her, then lightly placed her hand on her sister's lovely breast, allowing her hand to rest on the solid mound of flesh. She could feel the head of the glorious orb through the wispy material of the shorty nightgown.
She had always been close to Beth but there were things she had not told her sister. And she had decided not to tell Beth that her beloved Bill had raped her in the ass.
As for Beth, there were also things that she had not told her sister. She had not told her that Bill had deflowered her. And she had not told her something else.
That night in the house on Russian Hill, Bill had got a strange look in his eye after fucking her. He had spun her over on her belly, and he had forcefully fucked her in the ass!
They stumbled out of bed at five-forty the next morning, surprising themselves and Mr. Dorman.
Breakfast was kept in a light vein, although there was an underlying solemnity on the part of Mr. and Mrs. Dorman. They tried to keep the sadness they felt from being exposed to their daughters' eyes. It would be fruitless to burden them with the added strain of their remorse, so they entered into cheerful banter.
The girls needled him over the fact that they had done as they had said they would, contrary to his beliefs. It proved that when women made up their minds to do something, they were as fully capable of carrying it to a successful conclusion as men.
Mr. Dorman reluctantly agreed, but he also pointed out that he had to supply the motivation. If they hadn't had the incentive of verbal retribution, they never would have gotten up so early.
Breakfast concluded, Nell called Bill. She left unanswered his question as to whether they would marry on her return.
Mr. Dorman helped the girls load their luggage in their car. The goodbyes were kept cheerful and the girls were on their way.
Beth opened her window to the fresh summer morning and breathed deeply of the sweet air of freedom. For the first time in their young lives, they would be free to do as they pleased. Free from the watchful eyes of their parents. Not even the restrictive eyes of camp counselors would be around to curtail their activities.
Each girl had enough money to see them through their three-month vacation.
The girls drove in silence. The thoughts of each dwelt upon Bill Black, and the great cock he had slid up their asses.
CHAPTER FOUR
Beth pushed the car to seventy when they hit the open road and light traffic. Nell rested her head and relaxed, her mind wandering from Bill's cock to all the new experiences she would encounter on the extended vacation.
"Beth," she began, "Doesn't it feel wonderful to be on our own?"
Beth smiled. "Uh-huh," she answered, her eyes drinking in the beauty of lush, rolling countryside. "We've only been away from home for a couple of hours and I feel like a different person."
"Like charting new seas?" Nell asked.
Beth giggled. "Not quite that romantic, but almost."
"I'm running the gamut of emotions," Nell said. "Happiness, sadness, fright, loneliness and love." Both girls laughed. Then Nell became serious.
"Beth," she started hesitantly, "We might experience every one of those emotions this sum- mer. - "It's possible," Beth agreed.
"If we should happen to hit some bad curves, you won't change your mind and want to cut the trip short, will you?" Nell eyed Beth closely as she asked the question.
Beth smiled easily. "That's a funny question to ask me now. We discussed it a hundred times and both promised to see it through. No matter what happened."
"I know," Nell said, "but before, it was all talk. Now we're actually on the way. Do you still feel the same way?"
"Of course, silly," Beth answered, then added with an assumed maturity, "do you think I'm some immature eighteen-year-old, incapable of honoring a promise?"
"As a matter of fact," Nell started sternly, then smiled and finished the sentence with "no."
They laughed again as the intrusive doubt dissipated itself.
"Whatever each of us decides to do and with whom, the other will never raise her voice in criticism, right?" Nell asked, curling her feet up under her.
"Right," Beth answered resolutely.
She pressed a little harder on the accelerator and pushed the car to seventy-five.
They alternated driving as mile after mile of road raced by, carrying them to Reno without any incident.
During the hot days ahead they visited all the exciting sights on their route. They exposed enough film to cover the walls of their house.
Twice, a peculiar thing happened to Nell. She thought she caught a glimpse of the battered van Bill had driven up from Los Angeles after he got back from Vietnam. One time she just lost it. The other time she thought she saw it turn off.
Beth hadn't seemed to notice, and she shrugged it off. It must have been her imagination.
After all, she'd had some experience. Her asshole still ached from the rape.
It was dusk as they neared Salt Lake City, and the searing heat of the day was starting to lessen. A cooling breeze kicked little swirls of sand across the land as they approached the gaudy lights of a motel.
After registering, they parked by their room and went in to take a cooling shower. Dinner was had at one of the typical restaurants that dot the highways.
Two young men in their early twenties eyed them smilingly as they sat in the red-leathered booth, eating their steaks. The braver of the two approached, introducing himself as Ron and asking politely if he and his friend, Hal might join them for dessert.
Neither of the girls had any objection. After all they were seeing the U.S. to meet people and talk and learn. Were there any nicer kind of people to meet than good-looking young men?
The four of them had their dessert together. "Are you from Salt Lake?" Ron asked, sitting next to Nell.
"San Francisco," Nell answered.
"We're from Dallas," Hal put in.
"Are you starting or finishing your vacation?"
"Finishing," Ron said. "We have to be back in four days to start summer jobs."
"We attend the University of Texas on football scholarships and the money we make in the summer comes in handy," Hal added. "Do you girls go to college?"
"Yes," Nell answered. "I'm pre-med at Berkeley, and Beth's majoring in humanities."
They continued the preliminary question-and- answer period through dessert. It was the customary means of acquainting each other with a newly formed friendship and they played it according to the rules. By the time they had finished their second cup of coffee, they felt as if they had known each other for years. The initial barrier had been shattered and the four of them relaxed easily in the booth.
They learned of a swinging discotheque on the far side of Salt Lake City and they all piled in Hal's car, Nell in the back seat with Ron, and Beth in the front.
The car radio socked out rock music as they threaded their way through mid-town traffic and finally reached the joint.
The girls had had the foresight to secure phony identification cards and passed the security check at the door. The interior was a swirling, kaleidoscope of colors. The cacophonous music drove the assembled mass to frenetic gyrations.
The two couples paused long enough to be squeezed into a small corner of the riotous room and order drinks before joining the writhing mob on the dance floor.
Time passed swiftly for Beth and Nell. Perhaps more swiftly for Nell, for she had continued drinking while Beth had decided to curtail her consumption at two drinks. To add to Nell's delightful haze, she found Ron very attractive and by the time the room reached the legal deadline, for serving drinks, she snuggled lazily against his thick chest, allowing him to press his thumb against the side of her bra-less tit.
Nell was slightly tipsy as the four of them left the discotheque and headed for the motel.
Beth sat next to Hal, but not close to him, keeping that indefinable line of discretion between them. He rested his hand on her knee, but she lay her hands on her lap, silently informing him that he had reached the limit of his advancement.
In the back seat, Nell nestled against Ron, his arm lying over her shoulder, his fingers caressing the softness of her cheek. He tiled her head back and kissed her lightly on the lips. She put her hand in his hair and crushed her mouth to his, her tongue darting out in excited search.
Ron moved his hand up the ridges of her ribs until he cupped the luscious fullness of her breast in his palm. She squirmed and squealed softly as he squeezed the spongy flesh in his wide hand.
He sucked in her tongue and bit it gently as he dipped his hand over the low-cut front of her dress and grabbed her delectable mound in his kneading fingers. When he began to roll her tautening nipple, tiny sparks of passion nipped at her loins and she could feel the simmering embers of her lust begin to glow brightly.
Her hand dropped to his thigh as he mashed and tugged her distended tit. He laved the sensitive ridges in her ear. Slowly, her hand moved up the hard muscle of his thigh until she felt his bulbous cock-head with her finger. The turgid prick was pinioned along the inner side of his thigh by the tight pant leg. Her fingers encircled the swollen glans and she was aghast at the size. Held in restraint, it felt like a large orange. Tentatively, she slid her fist along the length of his pulsating meat and had the horrible feeling that it would never end. However long it was, it dwarfed Bill's more than ample cock.
Ron's steady attack on her swollen nipple and his tripping tongue in her ear aroused her to an almost unendurable state of desire and she grabbed his entrapped monster in her hand, pulling it firmly with short, rapid strokes.
The sudden jostle as the car hit the bump of the driveway and the bright lights of the restaurant where they had eaten dinner brought their erotic endeavors to an abrupt halt. They sat in innocent ease. Beth looked back at them.
"Hal and I are going to have some breakfast; want to join us?" Beth asked.
Ron looked at Nell and saw in her eyes that she would rather continue their lovemaking.
"I'm not hungry," Ron said. "How about you Nell?"
"No," she answered. "It's a beautiful night, let's walk."
Beth smiled and shrugged her shoulders; they had promised not to question each other's intent and she was living up to that promise. "Okay, see you in the room." She held Hal's hand as they walked into the glaring light of the restaurant.
Ron had winked surreptitiously to Hal, assuring himself sufficient time to accomplish his mission.
He and Nell got out of the car. She pressed up against him, pushing her crotch into his. She could feel the massive bulk of his rigid cock steaming into the softness of her Venus mound.
"Which way do you want to walk?" he asked.
"Toward your room," she answered, nipping his chin with her teeth. He slipped his hand around her waist and led her directly to his motel room. He didn't bother to turn on the lights as he closed the door behind them.
As he kissed her, his hand reached behind and unzipped her dress, then he slipped the shoulder straps over the smoothness of her arms, letting the crepe mini-garment drop to the floor. He lifted up her swelling breast and sucked the distended nipple in his hot mouth while his hand cupped over her round buttock, pulling her crotch tight against his raging cock.
She moved back from him, pulling her blood- engorged tit from his suctioning mouth. She smiled and walked to the bed.
Ron stood dumbfounded, still shocked at losing the wondrous pacifier from his mouth. He watched greedily as Nell hooked her fingers into the elastic top of her bikini panties and pulled them from her body. His aching cock leaped in violent rage against the restraining pants. He gulped stupidly as he looked at her perfectly formed figure standing there in naked splendor.
"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" she asked as she crawled into the bed. She lay on her back, her knees bent and her legs spread. The moist pinkness of her delectable twat beckoned from beneath the hooded cap of her black pubic patch. She planned to have him use his tongue, but never that cock.
All he could do was utter an unbelieving, "Jeez!" He didn't bother to unbutton his shirt: his fingers had lost their agility. He ripped it off, then almost tore his pants getting out of them. His shoes were flipped to the side and his shorts disappeared from his body. He didn't bother with his socks -- he was afraid he would blow his load before he had a chance to indulge his consuming lust on Nell's taunting pussy.
He quickly knelt between her legs, his massive tool quivering in front of him as he drank in her exquisite beauty.
Nell looked at the enormous trunk and her pussy twitched in acute anticipation. The huge tool would split her in two. "Use your mouth!" she shouted.
Ron leaned forward, his mouth engulfing her swollen nipple while his fingers lined the pulpy ridges of her vulva. Her body wriggled as the leaping flames of passion licked heatedly in her groin. She reached between her legs and wrapped her tiny fist around his seething monster, stroking the silken skin of the raging weapon. It felt as if she had the thick end of a bat in her hand. She milked the hot flesh until her hand was just below the gigantic head of his cock, then she moved her thumb over the dimpled area of his purplish cap, spreading the beading lubricant which appeared out of the pink slit at the tip of his prick. It glazed the throbbing glans with a shiny veneer.
His cock pulled out of her hand as he backed away, his mouth slavering around the velvety skin of her abdomen and his fingers delving between the fiery meat of her cunt. He spread the fleshy labia and his fingers dove into the seething inferno, pressing gently into the weeping walls of her vagina, while his tongue licked into her belly button and then proceeded into the lush forest of her pubes. He felt her virginal hymen.
Nell's body quivered in ecstatic response as he nipped tufts of black silk with his teeth and his fingers grabbed her stiffened clitoris, rolling the little nubble between thumb and forefinger.
Her belly convulsed and her hips jerked spasmodically as he mashed and tormented her center of erotic sensation. "Oh, Ron, Ron! You're driving me wild! It feels like you've got your whole fist in my pussy and jerking my clit like a cock! But don't stop. Don't stop!" She was undergoing the torment of a million jabbing knives.
Ron moved his mouth between her legs and laved his tongue along the puffy flesh of her pussy-lips, nipping the raw flesh with his teeth, all the while keeping up the incessant attack on her swollen clit.
Nell gasped in protest when he removed his fingers from her greedy cunt, but sighed in ecstatic delight when he replaced them with his mouth. His tongue lashed out and lapped furiously on the creamy juice clinging to the undulating flesh of her vagina.
"The clit! Get the clit!" she screamed, pushing her grasping snatch onto his sucking mouth.
He hooked his fingers onto her contorting pussy-lips and spread them. His mouth pushed into the gasping inferno and his tongue whiplashed violently against her anguished clitoris. He whipped the blood-filled nodule with a bestial savagery.
Nell's nails dug into the bedspread and her toes curled as the rampant storm raged through every nerve in her body. She became a frantic whirling dervish. Each cell of her body skittered off in an opposing direction. It felt as if her body was being torn asunder. Great tormented wails exploded out of her gasping mouth, echoing the seething maelstrom which wracked her body.
"Stop! -- Stop! I'm dying! I'm falling apart!" She gasped for air and diametrically changed her anguished pleas. "No! Don't stop! DON'T STOP! Make me come! Pull my clit, bite it! Tear it! Rip it out! Make me come! Oh, God, please make me come! I can't stand much more."
Ron renewed his attack with greater fury, grabbing her tortured clit with a cannibalistic fanaticism, pulling, biting, gnashing, tugging and rolling it in the tight vise of his teeth.
A roaring, tumultuous convulsion overwhelmed Nell and her body arched grotesquely, quivering like a dying man shuddering his final gasp of life. The cataclysmic series of orgasms rocketed through her with sheer ecstasy.
Ron stayed in her flailing cunt and vacuumed in the oozing cream of her climax. He drank the honey greedily and loudly. Erotic slurping noises escaped as he lapped the creamy musk from the scalding walls of her vagina.
Nell slumped to the bed in a flexious heap, but Ron allowed her no respite, he stayed in the hot depths of her cunt-meat, nipping, sucking and lapping on the succulent flesh. She wanted to relax, to enjoy the contentment of her debilitating orgasms, but he wouldn't allow it.
Her passion had ebbed, but his relentless attack in her twat stoked the fire in her loins and it leaped again to brilliant flames.
He nipped the inner flesh of her thighs and then laved his way across her belly, abdomen and breasts, recapturing her distended nipple in the hot wetness of his mouth. His heavy rod poked angrily at the gaping entrance to her steaming cunt. He reached between her legs to guide the bulging head to her willing maw, but she stopped him.
"In my ass!" she said.
"Why?" he asked.
It entered her mind that if he rammed that enormous prod into her ass, anything that big would surely split her in two. It might even be too big for her pussy, but she was willing to chance it in the ass because she hungered for the bludgeon to fill the erogenous craving of her fiery heat. Sticking it in her cunt was something else again.
Although she had heard that the human body was capable of adjusting to any exigency, she would rather not surrender her hymen.
"Because I want it from behind. It's easier," she answered. "I've never had it in the cunt," she advised him.
"I'm no asshole freak," he said disdainfully. "I don't like doggie fashion. I can't get my whole cock in that way."
"Do it!!" she yelled. "Fuck my ass!"
Nell couldn't imagine her small hole accommodating his gigantic cock, but she was anxious to find out if she could, so she turned over and got on all fours. Ron moved between her legs, his huge prick, rubbing up against her ass, mashing the puffy flesh with its hardness. He reached under her and grabbed her loosely hanging breasts, in his hands. While he agitated her inflamed asshole with his tool, he tweaked and rolled her nipples.
The intense flames seared Nell to renewed passion. Her ass jerked violently, pushing her tortured hole over his rock-hard muscle.
"Put it in!" Ron hissed.
Nell didn't need a second invitation. She reached back and grabbed the swollen head in her fingers and guided it to the opening of her smouldering ass.
She let go of his phallus when she succeeded in wedging his purplish glans in the small hole. Her fingers dug into the bedspread and she held her breath, waiting for the lunge which would send his thick monster screeching angrily through her narrow rectal passage.
Ron lay his hands on the cheeks of her ass and shoved gently, moving his turgid prick five inches into her swallowing flesh. Even that five inches spread her ass as Bill's dick had never done. There was only a minimum of pain that was exceeded, a thousandfold, by the heavenly sensation of his filling cock.
He jerked his hips in easy movements, making his imbedded penis piston with a taunting casualness. Nell couldn't stand the easy gait and she moved her ass more rapidly, attempting to usurp the carnal leadership from him. He smiled wryly, feeling a wave of power sweep over him as Nell's lovely young body shuddered under him, trying to capture the magnificence of his prick. He rammed the prodding trunk another two inches into her grasping cavern. And again he moved his impaling prick at an easy pace, allowing his cock to savor the velvety heat of her asshole.
Nell's inflamed body quivered and twitched as the delirious tremors cascaded through her.
"More, more!" she screamed. "Ram it in! Fuck my ass faster!"
Her voice squealed like chalk on a blackboard as she pleaded with Ron to drive his rod deeper up her tight asshole.
"Can you take it all?" he asked, gasping for breath as he picked up the tempo of his pistoning cock.
"Yes, yes! Give me the whole beautiful prick! I don't care if it pushes into my belly! Ram it in! Make me scream for mercy!" Her whole body was a pyre of wanton lust, crackling and seething with intense heat.
Ron dug his fingers into the firmness of her buttocks and lunged forcefully forward, driving his swollen prick through the slithery channel of her ass. It seared the spreading flesh with white heat.
She squealed once as the initial plunge sent a shower of pain to her brain. It was a momentary distraction, followed by unbridled pleasure. She writhed and contorted and twisted and humped her hips to capture every nuance, every miniscule delight his impaling rod afforded her as it squished back and forth in the hot and bloody chamber.
"Faster, faster," she pleaded urgently, her body shaking uncontrollably. "Ram me good! Fuck the shit out of me! Satisfy my ass for a month!" she yelled, encouraging Ron to greater effort.
His hips became a blur as he pumped his ranging cock into her ass. He threw his head back, gasping for air, driving his entrapped prick with a frenetic abandon. Her tight asshole molded to his thick phallus and each backward stroke allowed air to escape her fiery hole, bombarding the room with slurping, squishing, squooshy sounds. Each inward lunge sent his low-hanging balls slapping wetly against Nell's ass.
He gritted his teeth as the enervating activity began to take its toll.
"Motherfucker, motherfucker!" he groaned, sucking in huge gulps of air.
"Faster, faster, faster," Nell kept pleading as the approach of her orgasm welled up in atomic fury.
"Shit, fuck, cocksucker, motherfucker!" Ron screeched in a constricted voice.
Their magnificent bodies poured sweat as they rutted with savage fanaticism. Their dank flesh adhered, popping loudly each time there was a break on contact. They scratched and clawed and pummeled their torturous way to the epitome of earthly bliss.
An intermingled symphony of grunts, groans and growls marked their simultaneous explosion into the realm of erogenous paradise.
Ron kept his Herculean cock wallowing in the depths of her bleeding anus as he spewed his boiling jism. Nell's quivering ass oozed a copious flow of blood which mixed with his milky sperm, coating her fiery ass with a soothing elixir of love.
Slowly their raging orgasms ebbed to a contented limbo, where they floated in a relaxed torpor. Nell's raped asshole was satisfied.
CHAPTER FIVE
They were both too tired to move when Hal knocked and then clicked the key into the lock when he heard no answer. His eyes bugged open in salacious surprise when he entered the room and saw his friend and Nell nakedly entwined on the bed. He envied Ron as he drank in Nell's limp beauty.
His cock was still up her ass.
"I'm sorry," he stammered, then started for the door.
"That's all right, Hal," Nell said hazily. "I'm too contented to care."
She unplugged the prick from her asshole.
Hal happily accepted her indirect invitation to stay in the room.
"Would you please hand me my panties and dress?" she said, her arm falling limply over the side of the narrow bed.
Hal picked up her scattered garments and walked to the bed, his rigid cock making the movements uncomfortable. Nell could see the tented appearance at his crotch as he handed her the clothes.
"I'm sorry," she said sincerely, then rubbed the palm of her hand over his rock-hard muscle. "I know I'm to blame for that. And if I weren't so beat. I'd do something about it."
"I couldn't follow Ron anyway. Once he balls a chick, they throw rocks at everyone else." Hal smiled trying to ease Nell's guilt at having given him a hard-on.
"How about the afternoon?" Nell suggested, pulling her panties on. "Beth and I will stay over if you will."
"Shit --just my luck. We have to get back to Dallas or blow our jobs." Hal made no attempt to hide the keen disappointment he felt.
"Give him a little head! -- that should satisfy him," Ron suggested with a lazy voice.
Nell stood up and stepped into her dress as Hal's mouth watered. "Let me zip you up," he offered.
"Okay." Nell was amenable. The difficult chore of reaching behind her to do it herself was a task that would present difficulties in her weakened condition. She turned her back to Hal.
"I'd rather do it from the front," he said. She turned back to him, ready to agree to almost anything if it would hasten the trip to her bed. Hal stepped up to her, pushing his stiff prick into her crotch as he reached behind and got the metal tab in his fingers. He pumped rapidly, agitating his cock against her soft public mount. He slowly pulled up the zipper. He completed the job much too soon, his aching balls still held its load of semen.
"I'll walk you to your room."
"Okay," she said, giving him the key.
Nell walked on rubbery legs as Hal slipped his arm around her back and cupped his hand on her breast, squeezing the pliant globe with a gentle firmness. He was hoping he could reawaken her libido long enough to get his gun off. They reached the door to her room and she was as much aroused as a wet noodle.
Before inserting the key into the lock, Hal pleaded for two minutes of her time as he pinned her against the stucco wall. She was too weak to argue. The sooner Hal had an orgasm, the sooner she would be able to get to bed.
"In my ass," she said.
Hal pulled her panties below her crotch and then pulled his smoldering prick out of his pants. He put the steaming hunk of meat between the cheeks of her ass and then pressed them together, forcing his turgid cock up against the puffy hole. As he pumped his swollen muscle between her cheeks, he reached around and squeezed savagely on her glorious tit.
"Mmmmmmm," he murmured in strained tones as he flailed frantically against her ass. His legs began to tremble and his body tensed as the bubbling cum raced to the head of his cock and squirted out of the tiny pink slit. The tepid jism hit the smouldering flesh of her asshole, the wet crack of her ass, then dribbled down the inner portion of her thighs.
Hal shoved his blood-stained cock in his pants and kissed Nell on the forehead.
"Thanks, baby," he said and opened the door for her. She took the key from him and said nothing, grateful that the enervating evening was quickly coming to an end.
She fell onto the bed, her panties still wadded up below her buttocks, and she was asleep almost before her head hit the pillow.
CHAPTER SIX
Tired as she had been, Nell awoke ahead of Beth. Her asshole ached, but she was happy. She hadn't slept well.
It was noon before Beth got out of bed. They loaded the car before going to breakfast. When they checked out of the motel, they learned that Ron and Hal had left at seven in the morning.
Nell couldn't understand how Ron was able to get up so early after the encounter of the night before. She still felt groggy from the escapade and every muscle in her body still ached. Her asshole was sore and scabbed.
At breakfast she nibbled absently on her food, still thinking of the wildly frenetic night.
"Have a good time last night?" Beth asked, sipping her coffee.
Nell raised her eyes toward heaven and exclaimed. "Did I ever! You're going to have to do all the driving today. It may take me a week to be able to sit comfortably.
"What does that do to Bill and you?" Beth asked, thinking about the question that Nell herself had raised before leaving home.
Nell didn't answer. She looked blankly at Beth and smiled weakly. She would have to face the question sooner or later, but now was not the time. She was still too groggy to think clearly and the question required a clear mind, not one still infused with the residual effects of an ecstatic night.
Beth threaded her way through the heavy traffic of Salt Lake City, heading for the open road. At last, she told Nell what she had done the night before. She'd let Hal fuck her in the ass.
Nell listened silently. She decided not to confide in her sister. One thing always leads to another, and she didn't want to reveal that Bill Black had committed rape on her virginal asshole. She just slumped in her seat and closed her eyes, hoping to get a little more sleep and delay thinking about the question which Beth had asked about Bill.
An anticipatory excitement grabbed Beth in tingling fingers as she straightened out on the wide highway, pointed in a direct line east.
She tromped on the pedal and kicked the speedy car up to eighty miles an hour. She ticked off the fleeting miles in her mind, anxious to get through the long mileage. The sun was hovering above the distant mountains as they crossed the state line.
Excitement raced rapidly in Beth as she realized that only a few miles lay between her and a motel bed. A lifelong dream was a reality. She was on her way to New York.
Nell stirred awake and snapped her out of her reverie. She stretched and yawned languidly.
"Have a good sleep?" Beth asked.
"Marvelous," Nell answered, rubbing her eyes. "What time is it?"
"Almost six."
Nell's eyes snapped open. "Almost six!" she repeated and looked at her watch. "My God, I really did sleep, didn't I?"
"Do you want a candid opinion or can I think about it?" Beth asked, smiling happily. "Hungry?"
"Starved," Nell answered.
Beth pulled into the next restaurant. They both ate well.
The filling meal and the six hours of sleep revitalized Nell who took over the driving chores while Beth curled up in the seat and relaxed.
The powerful drone of the engine and the steady hum of the tires on the concrete lulled Nell into a reflective mood and she was forced to think about the question that Beth had put forth earlier in the day. She tried to delay coming to grips with it, but the uninterrupted silence wouldn't allow it.
Did she enjoy love with Bill, or did she just enjoy sex? The question repeated and repeated in her mind like it was on endless looping tape.
Last night with Ron and then allowing Hal to fuck her sore ass, a sensation which she had to admit she enjoyed, even in her surfeited state, tended to make her believe that sex was to become an integral part of her existence.
Rather than jump to a premature conclusion, she took into consideration that Ron was exceedingly attractive and she was more drunk than she imagined. Hal took advantage of her weakened condition and he hadn't actually entered her pussy either, so there was nothing conclusive about her actions or lack of actions with him. She was still a virgin.
She decided there were enough mitigating circumstances in the previous night's escapade to warrant holding in abeyance any definitive conclusion, allowing Bill and herself the benefit of reasonable doubt concerning her emotional stability and sexual appetite.
It was eight o'clock when Nell called excitedly. "Look! The motel!"
Beth eagerly looked out the window, reading the square sign in the glare of the headlights.
By the time they finally arrived at the motel, registered, unpacked and settled in their room, they were too tired to shower and change clothes. They just undressed and sacked out, settled into the welcome folds of their single beds, and fell into an immediate deep sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The alarm clock signaled. Beth leaped out of bed and pulled the covers from Nell, shouting in an excited voice, "Get up, lazy!"
She slapped Nell on the behind and ran into the bathroom giggling happily.
Nell stretched luxuriously and ran her hands over her warm flesh, lingering on her breasts and pussy with unusual interest. She tested out her sore asshole with a gentle finger.
Then she joined Beth in the shower.
They scrubbed each other's backs and then stood facing each other as they let the warm water wash the suds from their glowing skin.
Nell looked at Beth's voluptuous figure, comparing it to hers. If there was a discernible difference in their delicious, delectable bodies, it would only be in the color of their hair.
"It's too bad, Beth," Nell said sadly.
"What's too bad?" Beth asked, her brow knitting with concern. She couldn't imagine what could make Nell so sad.
"It's too bad you only use your body to hang clothes from," Nell said, breaking into a broad smile. "You have no idea how wonderful sex can be."
Beth, relieved that there wasn't any crisis, laughed.
"You sound like you've been to bed with every eligible man in the world."
Beth got out of the shower and began to dry herself. She stopped and looked back into the shower as Nell had her head tilted back, soaking in more of the warm, invigorating spray.
"Is it really that good?" Beth asked.
"Try it and find out," Nell answered.
Beth had a knowing smile on her face. She had once given in to incestuous desire but without Nell's knowledge or consent. She wanted to do it again, but she wanted Nell to know, to be an integral part of the sex act. She thought back to the time a year ago when Nell had come home extremely high from the combination of booze and pot. Beth had pretended to be asleep as Nell stripped out of her clothes and flopped onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep immediately.
As Beth looked at her sister's voluptuous body lying flaccidly on top of the covers, she felt a burning desire to kiss the lovely globes peaking arrogantly upward. She reached over and shook Nell.
"Hey, sis, wake up," she called. But Nell lay inertly.
Beth shook her again, more forcefully and called more loudly. Satisfied that Nell was in a state of sleep that a cannon wouldn't wake her from, she moved close to her and put her hand on Nell's tit, squeezing it gently at first and then becoming more brave as Nell continued to snore softly.
Impassioned by her welling desire and throwing caution to the wind, she put her mouth to Nell's taut nipple and sucked in the delicious morsel, her teeth harassing the stiff little bud. Beth's fingernails dragged along Nell's tensed belly aiming for her sister's lovely cunt.
Even in her deep sleep Nell gasped almost inaudible sighs of delight as fingers found the ripe, open pussy and wormed into the moist depths. Nell's legs whipped apart like swinging doors. Beth's tongue flicked salaciously along Nell's silken flesh and her fingers found her already stiff bud, hiding in the weeping flesh of her anguished pussy. Nell's body twitched and contorted involuntarily as her distended clitoris was massaged by her sister's delving fingers.
Beth moved between Nell's wide-spread legs, her mouth moving hotly but slowly to the feathery black fluff at the juncture of her firm loins. Her white teeth nipped at the curly pubic hair, pulling them until Nell whimpered in her unconscious state from the little shocks of pain jumping through her limp flesh. Her knees raised up, her legs spread widely and Beth's face slipped into the welcoming cave. Her tongue tripped along the pulpy flesh of Nell's cunt-lips, savoring the musky honey which flowed from the hot meat. Beth's teeth clamped on the taut clitoris, mashing it gently.
In her sleep, Nell's hips gyrated wildly as her agitated nubble pulsed under Beth's unyielding oral caresses. Beth grabbed her sister by the thighs and pushed her mouth deeper into the spewing pussy, sucking up the flowing cream from Nell's shivering body. Nell had come and Beth was left with a thousand little knots in her gut. She could feel the heat of her over-wrought cunt warming her thighs. She could feel the warm juices seep through the panties of her shorty nightgown. She felt the lump of her unreleased orgasm balloon in her cunt like an unborn child and there was nothing she could do about it but finger-fuck herself to sleep.
Beth was still immersed in her incestuous reverie when Nell's voice calling "Hey, let's eat!" snapped her out of her sexual stupor.
Even through breakfast Beth still thought about that night. How wonderful her sister's cunt tasted and how wonderful it would have been if only Nell had been a consenting part of it. She also thought about Nell's suggestion, that she try sex and find out if it really is that good. Should she try it with Nell, she wondered., Perhaps there was some way she could put aside Nell's outmoded ideals. Nell knew it really wasn't necessary to be in love to allow a man to make love to her. Why not a woman?
If sex was all that Nell claimed it to be, why shouldn't Beth indulge her desire and still the unfulfilled passion raging in her groin?
It was a question that demanded careful consideration and thought. She was tiring of being the alert custodian of her sister's virginity, a condition which precluded the vast myriad of pleasures that could be derived from sex.
Beth couldn't shake the insistent problem from her mind. Should she or shouldn't she? It pelted and pelted her brain like drops of water in the Chinese water torture.
Later that evening the girls decided to go across the street from the motel to a restaurant that featured a sidewalk dining area and a colorful clientele. Coffee and cake were a prelude to walking the two blocks to a club where a rock band appeared for the dancing and listening pleasure of the younger set.
As they waited for their order, they scanned the tables, fascinated by the varied moods of the occupants. Mingled among the crowded tables were hippies, dirty old men, sedate tourists, smug rounders and what seemed to them, obvious hookers, whiling away the time over a glass of wine until they were booked for their first trick.
As they sipped their drinks, Beth's eye caught two young girls, neither of whom was over sixteen years of age, looking at her and smiling. They wore dirty levis and see-through blouses. Neither of them wore shoes.
Beth returned the smile and it brought the two girls over to her table. They held up two fingers in the sign of peace.
"Peace," one of them said. Then she introduced herself as Alice and her friend as Jane.
"Peace," Beth answered, then invited the girls to join them. It was her first opportunity to speak with a mid-west hippy and she mentally prepared herself to question them endlessly. Nell gave her a disdainful look, not particularly caring for their company.
"My name's Beth. She's Nell," she said as the younger girls sat at the table. She nudged Nell under the table to be tolerant.
"You're twins," Alice noted with surprise.
"Your perception is astounding," Nell said, with obvious sarcasm. Beth nudged her again. Nell looked innocently toward the ceiling. Beth smiled to cover her sister's bad manners and looked over at the table that the girls had occupied. She saw only the melting ice in their coke glasses.
"Have you girls eaten?" she asked.
Alice replied for both of them. "We had breakfast before we left the Place."
Beth ordered a hamburger for both of them and questioned Alice about the Place. It was a camp outside town, she learned, led by a man of deep understanding and worldly wisdom. He was their spiritual leader. They lived or died by his word. Their destinies were tied to him with an invisible and unbreakable umbilical cord.
"Wow," Jane enthused, "the master speaks and you blow your mind."
"He just looks at you with his deep-set eyes and you go on a trip," Alice put in. "Before I met him, I was full of hostility against the Establishment, but he straightened me out. Hostility isn't the way to put down the Establishment. Love and peace bugs them. They can't rap to you when you hit them with love and peace."
As the two girls gulped down the food, Beth learned their ages. As she suspected, Alice would be seventeen in a couple of months and Jane had just turned sixteen.
They had both run away from middle-class homes, dissatisfied with their parental restrictions.
"Wow," Jane said, "rap about a generation gap! My mother and father are over thirty-five. They look down on long hair and sex. How do you communicate with anyone that square? They just don't know where it's at. They wouldn't let me do my thing. If a person don't do his thing, you blow your mind. But the master, he's something else, he's cool."
Nell wondered how they got into town.
"Hitchhike," Alice answered. "Look sad and stick out your tits. Some square will always pick you up. They think they'll get their cock sucked for half a dollar."
"Do they?" Beth questioned.
"Sometimes," Alice answered. "Depends on how hungry I am."
"What does the master think of that?" Nell asked the little girl.
"Love is sex, sex is love," she said. "The master says that love will conquer the world."
"Not at fifty cents a crack," Nell remarked.
"We've made as high a twenty-five dollars doing our thing. Spreading love," Alice informed Beth and Nell.
"What else do you spread?" Nell needled.
"Nell!" Beth shot at her sister. Then she turned to Alice and smiled. "What do you do with the money?"
"Give it to the master," Alice replied, shocked that Beth would ask such an obvious question. "He is part of us and we are part of him. And we are all part of love. Love on one side and the Establishment on the other, hassling to end all hassles."
"Don't the police object to your wandering the streets?"
"Sure the pigs object. Fuck 'em! If we get busted, the master gets us out." Alice said it with a great deal of pride as though she had seen the inside of many a police station.
The more they spoke of the master, the more Beth became intrigued. Here was a man, capable of imbuing young people with his personal philosophy. He was also capable of instilling an almost chauvinistic loyalty among a breed of youth who professed loyalty to no one. Their proudest claim was always that they were doing their thing, and yet these two were even more proud that they were doing the master's thing. And from what they had intimated, they were not alone.
Beth had to meet the man who possessed the power. She had to talk with him, find out what motivated him.
"Would you girls like a lift to the Place? I'd like to meet the master. Do you think he'd mind if you brought visitors?"
"No, he wouldn't mind," Alice replied. "A friend of one is a friend of all. Also, visitors often become part of the flock."
Nell kicked Beth under the table. "It's almost seven o'clock and we're supposed to meet our dates at seven-thirty," she lied. She didn't relish spending an evening with a psychotic, one who imagined he could take over the world by sucking everyone's cock. "They're a couple of drips anyway and I'm dying to meet the master. Please, Nell, we won't stay too long." Beth took Nell's hand in hers as she looked into her sister's eyes.
Nell wanted to go dancing, but she knew Beth would make the trip by herself, and even though they were the same age, Nell felt like she was the protector. After all, she was the one who had had the experience with men, while Beth was still a virgin and she was going into a iniquitous den where the master was a professed degenerate.
She smiled and squeezed Beth's hand. "Okay, but promise we won't stay long."
"Cross my heart and hope to die," Beth said.
They paid the tab and the four of them piled into the car, the young girls getting into the back.
Alice directed Beth out of town. Another few miles through winding hilly roads and Nell was becoming nervous.
Beth turned onto a dirt road and into a deserted tree-choked valley. They followed a winding stream and then crossed over a wooden bridge which led into an open area. The bright headlights glared along a row of wooden shacks that looked like they made up a ghost town. A flickering yellow light from kerosene lamps cast weird shadows across the wooden walks as they threw their dim rays through the unglassed windows in each shack.
"This is the Place," Alice said proudly. "It used to be a western street used by the picture companies. The big house, the one marked saloon, is the one where the master has his pad."
Beth stopped at the master's pad. They got out of the car and heard the twanging sounds of a guitar and the haunting off-key voice of a high- pitched male voice.
"It's the master," Alice said.
Nell held her breath as they approached the swinging doors leading into the barnlike shack.
Alice and Jane held the doors open and the two sisters walked in.
The master sat cross-legged in the center of the floor. His shaggy beard and equally shaggy hair covered most of his face. They could feel his piercing black eyes penetrate them to the core as he said, "Come in."
Nell entered nervously behind Beth. She had noticed something outside, but it passed quickly from her mind as she entered the room. It was a vehicle parked by the shack, covered hastily with a large canvas.
By its shape, it looked like a van.
The master sat there hunched over his guitar, his eyes dancing nervously as he appraised the girls.
A strange apprehensive feel pervaded Nell, rooting her to the floor as his beady eyes bore into hers.
"Sit down, friends."
It wasn't an invitation, it was more like a command from a medieval potentate. His speaking voice, unlike his singing voice, rumbled from the pit of his stomach.
Beth and Nell joined the circle of some forty male and female constituents who surrounded the master. Some of the girls held babies and all of them seemed slightly emaciated. From a cursory glance, Nell could see that no one in the circle was older than thirty and most much younger. She smelled the unmistakable odor of marijuana fumes. The air reeked with the unique aroma as she settled uncomfortably on the hard wood floor.
The master remained the focus of all eyes, the sisters having received scant attention when they entered the room. It was as though they sat in a hypnotic state and couldn't break their concentration on his unless he allowed them the privilege.
As he hunched over his guitar and began to strum the beat-up instrument, Nell noticed for the first time that he had a lump on his left shoulder. Besides being a hunchback, what other deformity had perverted his mind, she wondered. She strained to picture him without a beard and imagined him to have an innocuously pleasant face with a weak chin. His one outstanding feature would be his eyes, the startling black, piercing eyes. She estimated him to be twenty-three years of age, give or take a year. Either way, he was the boss of the commune.
Suddenly, the master jerked his eyes at Nell.
He pointed his finger angrily at her and at Beth. "Look at them! Examples of the Establishment. The body is all. The soul is nothing. Hangups! The world is full of hangups. They don't know the soul, they don't feel the vibrations. The body doesn't have sex, it's the soul that has sex! The body means nothing! Sex is soul, soul is sex!"
Beth and Nell stood up.
"It may be true for you, but not for me!" Nell yelled. "If I'm not attracted to a man, I couldn't possibly enjoy sex with him." Nell looked him squarely in the eye as she said it.
The master took it personally and seethed with anger. "Bad news! Bad trip! Establishment words! Establishment thoughts! I can prove what I say!" He turned to his assembly. "Do I say the words?"
"Yes!" they yelled.
"Are the words the truth?"
"Yes!"
He turned back to the girls. "You both are an ego trip. You're far out of it! I can square things, make them fine."
The girls looked at each other, knowing it was time to leave. The circle had closed in a little and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
"Thanks for your patience, but we have to leave now," Nell said and nudged Beth toward the door.
"Leave if you must, or if you can," he said, his lips cracking in an enigmatic smile.
They hurried from the building, Nell's heart pounding wildly. Beth had the car keys out before they got into the car.
As she inserted the key into the ignition, Nell remarked sarcastically, "Had enough of these hippies, or do you still think they're part of the human race?"
"It isn't fair to judge all hippies by one group of degenerates," Beth said, turning the key.
The engine whirred but didn't catch. She tried again, the same result. Her foot pumped furiously on the accelerator, then she tried the ignition again. Nothing. Nell became frantic as Beth tried and tried vainly to get the car started.
The master's hideous laughter made them look toward the building. He leaned against the jamb of the swinging doors, bouncing a small black object in the palm of his hand.
"Wheels don't go without a rotor."
Beth knew what a rotor was. Lew, the boy with whom she had gone for a few months, was a racing bug and she had learned about some of the basic components which made up an engine.
She grabbed a flashlight from the glove compartment, got out of the car and opened the hood while Nell tagged helplessly along. She shined the light on the engine, saw the distributor cap laying to one side and the rotor missing.
"Son of a bitch!" Beth said under her breath. They walked to the master and Nell extended her hand.
"May I please have the rotor?" she asked, trying to keep her voice as pleasant as possible.
He ignored her request. "You decided to stay.
That's great! It proves that you can get the Establishment off your backs."
He put the rotor in his pocket and opened one of the swinging doors. "Friends, they decided to put in with us. They want the proof that love is all, all is love, and love is sex, sex is love. Make them welcome."
Six men poured out and grabbed the girls before they had a chance to react. Nell realized, as they were being dragged across the big hall, that there was no place to get help, no one to help them.
She knew rape was in the gang's heart.
CHAPTER EIGHT
They continued through the main room and were taken into a side room which contained a large mattress with no sheets and psychedelic posters on the walls.
The master entered the room, followed by Alice and Jane.
"Strip-her!" he ordered, pointing to Nell.
Nell struggled to get away from their grasp, but it was futile. The men held her immobile while Alice and Jane took her clothes off. She stood there, her luscious, naked body exposed to the master's wild, leering eyes.
He slowly unbuttoned his denim shirt and dropped it to the floor and kicked off his shoes. Then slowly, deliberately, he unsnapped the catch on his pants and zipped the fly open. Shucking off the stiff denims, he threw them aside and spread his arms, standing akimbo, allowing Nell to inspect his naked form.
He turned slowly. The reflection of his skinny, malformed body projected crazily on the wall. Nell's eyes inexorably wandered to his crotch where she saw his limp meat dangling lengthily between his thin, hairy thighs. His skinny cock hung a good eight inches in its flaccid state.
He stepped to within two feet of her. "Is my body attractive?" he asked, pointedly.
She looked at him and didn't say anything.
"I will prove that love is all, all is love. Sex is soul, soul is sex. The body means nothing!" he thrust downward with his hand and the boys put Nell on her belly.
Until then, Nell had thought he meant to rape her. Suddenly, his intent became crystal clear. Thinking her no longer a virgin, he must have hoped to hurt her, by fucking her in the asshole.
One man was assigned to each arm while another held one of her legs. Alice held the other leg and Jane dug her fingers into Nell's hair holding her head down.
Alice and the man spread her legs slightly and the master lay between them, his pelvic bone crushing against her ass, his belly flattening on her ass, his hairy chest mashing her back and his mouth sucking the soft flesh of her neck.
Nell could feel his limp dick beginning to stir and harden as it pressed against her backside.
Her flesh crawled in disgust as his hairy, mal formed body fitted into her voluptuous curves. He put his grimy hand around to her tit and squeezed the pliant flesh, while his fingers caressed her pulsing nipple.
His long hair straggled against her cheeks and his tangled beard scratched her. It felt as though she were delving into the hairy pubic bush of some unkempt aborigine.
Slowly he began to work his cock against the soft flesh of her ass and she could feel the long tool jerk to erection. It stretched another two inches in length and doubled in diameter as it pulsed to rigidity.
In spite of her natural repulsion of the grotesque figure indulging his lust on her captive body, her slumbering passion began to stir. A faint flicker of desire growled in her loins as he moved his finger to her tautening nipple and caressed the light-pink bud.
He moved his fingers down the taut flesh of her body and then raked his fingernails firmly across the quivering flesh of her buttocks.
When his fingers sifted through her cheeks and pressed the supple flesh against the hard bone of his cock, the flickering sparks of passion leaped to bright, dancing flames Her body began to respond and twitch involuntarily as fingers slipped over the rounded ass and skittered lightly along the asshole.
Almost inaudible gasps of delight escaped her lips as sharp prickling sensations darted through her. It seemed to her that another anal rape was inevitable and she closed her eyes, trying to imagine that the master was some romantic movie star to whom she would willingly give her body. It helped for the moment as the master spread the pink cheeks of her ass and dipped his long, bony fingers into the tiny hole.
Her hips wiggled in erogenous reaction to his delving finger.
Her ass twitched and humped uncontrollably when he located the nodule brain center of her awakened passion. He rolled his finger and bit savagely on the back of her neck.
The torrential sensations were too much for Nell to resist. A raspy series of "Oh's," escaped her open mouth.
"Sex is soul, soul is sex," he whispered smugly and fingered her anguished asshole with a vengeance while he rubbed his hot dick along the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh.
"Stop! Please stop!" she pleaded, but her ecstatic reactions belied her words. Her body flailed as he kept up the relentless attack on her backside.
"Now for the coup de grace! The straw on the camel's back! The very point of my proof that sex is soul, soul is sex! The body means nothing!" There was a wild, animalistic look in his eyes and an evil smirk on his face.
"Open sesame," he bade with a mystic tone.
Alice and the man pulled Nell's ass cheeks apart, leaving her unprotected asshole exposed to the master to do with as he wished, and his wish was painfully evident.
He took his mouth from her neck and his fingers from her buttocks as he raised up and back, bringing the bulging tip of his throbbing cock to the entrance of her rectum.
Beth wrestled in the hands of her captors. "Let her alone, you dirty sonofabitch! Let her alone! If you have to fuck someone's ass to prove that sex is soul, then fuck me! She's a virgin! I'm not!" Beth was screaming and kicking at the men who held her. "Take me, take me, take me!" she screamed over and over, all the while kicking and trying to bite.
The master held his cock in his hand, pointing the bulbous cap to the pink puckered hole. "A virgin. She'll learn the truth from the beginning!"
"You Filthy motherfucking cocksucker. You perverted humpbacked degenerate! Leave her alone or I'll kill you!" Beth had reached the end of her control. She stamped and kicked like an animal protecting its young.
"Take her out!" the master ordered.
The men picked Beth up bodily and carried her from the room, each of them grabbing an erotic portion of her body.
The master put his fingers to Nell's behind and spread the cheeks further. He moved his ranging tool to the inviting entrance where his seething glans touched the pulpy flesh of her anus.
As the imminent moment approached, an overwhelming terror gripped Nell. Not even thoughts of Bill, Ron and Hal could erase the stifling fear.
"Please don't! I beg you, please don't rape my ass!" her voice cracked under the strain as she uttered the pitiable pleas.
He ignored her pathetic cries and wedged his cock-head between her buttocks.
An immediate wracking pain shot through her as the swollen cap forced the tight opening apart. It brought a new surge of power to her legs and she wrenched free of Alice's grip. Her free leg thrashed out and caught the master in the pit of the stomach.
He fell backward, his stiff cock waving in the air. By the time he scrambled back to his feet, Alice had recaptured the recalcitrant leg. He slapped her viciously across the face.
Nell looked at him with contempt, her cheek burning from the blow. "Love is all, all is love," she said sardonically.
Moving back between her legs, "Hostility breeds hostility," he replied. He put his fingers to her behind and roughly spread the tender cheeks. He jabbed his aching cock-head in the opening and thrust forward in a short jerking motion.
His purplish tip pressed into her asshole, testing its strength. The membrane billowed under the pressure, sending scalding sparks of pain through Nell.
"Oh God," she screamed, "get it over with! Shove it in and get it over with!" She clenched her teeth and held her breath, anticipating the savage lunge.
He dug his fingers into the firm flesh of her buttocks and raised her ass a few inches off the mattress, then screamed like an attacking hawk. "Sex is all!" He lunged forward and his thick cock tore through the thin tissue of her rectum, wedging wantonly into the narrow passage.
Nell's sharp, undulating shrieks of agony pierced the still night air as the excruciating pain slammed into her brain with the force of a twenty-pound sledge.
The misshapen little man was oblivious to her pitiable wails as he slowly pistoned his swollen prick in the velvety meat of her tight hole. Her seething rectum grabbed and pulled on his turgid rod like a suctioning pit of quicksand. He began to increase the tempo of his ramming tool and convolute his ass at the same time, presenting a double action into her anguished butt.
Her torn, ravaged ass flowed copiously with blood to compensate for the thick, filling presence of the alien organ, savagely plumbing its depths. The creamy lubricant mixed with the oozing flow of blood to ease the rampant agony which wallowed in her stretched anus.
Her skinny ass jerked and gyrated as he leaned forward and bit her neck.
The pain in her constricted ass abated to a great degree but there remained a dull ache. There were even flashes of sparkling delight streaking from her ass but they, too, paled beside the nagging ache in her behind as his slashing prick pumped unfeelingly in her slithery tunnel.
"Sex is love, love is sex," the master moaned and groaned as he humped and twisted his ten-inch trunk in the fiery depths. His taut balls swung low in the wrinkled sac, resembling a pendulum gone awry.
"Our souls combine, our love combines, we are one! Love is all, all is love! We mix our lives and we become part of world life!" He punctuated each word with a jerking forceful lunge as the seed of his testes boiled to climatic release.
Nell lay there, held immobile by the stifling ache which gnawed in her ass. She wished that she could still the incessant pain and share the obvious delirium of the master's ecstasy. Ecstasy was much preferred over pain, even if the pleasure was evinced from anal intercourse with the abominable little gnome who groveled in her distended rectum. She remembered that first time with Bill, that the pain was sharp and of short duration, that it was quickly replaced by an indescribable pleasure.
She prayed that it would happen with her, but it didn't. The unrelenting ache remained a constant companion as the master furiously plunged his white-hot lance into her asshole.
He writhed and quivered and contorted, growling with animalistic ferocity as he soared higher and higher into the limitless space of orgiastic fulfillment. His yellow teeth bit savagely into her neck and his nails dug frantically into the cheeks of her ass as the bubbling semen in his aching, bounding balls charged along the ductile passage of his long cock.
"I'm commmmiiiinnnngggg!" he shrieked as though he had just received a revelation. "We are one! We are part of each other! We are part of the world!"
The charging cum exploded in Nell's ass, squirting in spasmodic bursts. His bony body quivered and he rammed his cock full in, wedging the spewing cock-head into the narrow opening of her ass. He held her close to him, his prick lying inertly in her asshole, gushing the milky jism from his balls.
When the last flicker of life oozed out of his dying rod, he straightened up to his knees and sat back on his heels, his cock slurping limply out of her sloppy hole. The pinkish mixture of cum and blood strung out in glimmering strands from his bulbous glans to Nell's gaping ass. It matted the triangular forest of his pubes and dribbled down to the pulpy, puffy flesh of her anus and the wet crack of her ass.
Her captors released her and she lay limply on the mattress, her ravaged ass throbbing from the animalistic onslaught. She rolled over and her eyes focused on the skinny rapist and all the beautiful dreams of her first experience with anal bliss tumbled with a repulsive crash.
"You were wrong," she said defiantly. "I didn't enjoy it. You're a disgusting animal, a malformed degenerate and I could never enjoy having your grotesque body next to me!"
He leaped to his feet, threw his fists above his head and screamed like a wounded animal. "I'm not wrong! You are part of me, I am part of you! Sex is all, sex is soul! The body is nothing -- nothing! You will accept me. You will accept my soul!"
He quickly put on his pants and shirt and left the room. Two of the men moved to the door and sat cross-legged on the floor, one on each side of the doorway, their backs leaning against the wall.
A few silent minutes passed and Beth, still fully clothed, entered the room ushered there by two men who immediately left.
Nell lay on her side, miserably uncomfortable as Beth sat beside her. Beth saw the caking mixture of cum and blood which clung to Nell's ass and thighs and she knew that the master had consummated the action which he had started before she was taken from the room. She ran her fingers through Nell's tresses, feeling as badly about the horrendous abuse of her body as Nell did.
She looked contemptuously at Alice, sitting in a corner of the room and asked sarcastically, "Is it all right if my sister washes, or must she lie there in filth like the rest of you?"
"Don't blow your cool! The master only wants her to be part of the world," Alice answered, defending his actions.
"Can she wash or can't she?" Beth asked, sighing in disgust.
Alice shrugged her shoulders. "Who's stopping her? The john's right there," she said, pointing to a door in the middle of the room.
Beth helped Nell to her feet and led her into the small room which had a commode and wash basin. There was only a dirty washcloth and an equally dirty towel. Beth left the bathroom and returned with Nell's panties. She then removed her own panties, intending to use one as a washcloth and the other as a towel.
It was a painful process as Nell cleansed the sore and aching flesh, but the cooling water helped alleviate the tenderness.
As Nell continued soaking her asshole in the healing water, Beth brought in her dress. After drying herself, she slipped into it, then started for the other room, but Beth stopped her.
"What?" Nell asked.
Beth put her finger to her lips. "Let's talk," she whispered.
After the brutal ass-rape Nell was in no mood for talk, but she listened.
CHAPTER NINE
Nell was nursing her sore anus. At least the awful bleeding had stopped.
"How do you feel?" Beth asked, keeping her voice low so the people in the other room wouldn't hear her.
"My butt is sore," Nell answered. "Whoever said sex is fun?"
"You poor kid," Beth said. "I would have given anything if he'd taken me instead of you. At least, I have enjoyed sex and I could have closed my eyes and pretended he was Lew."
"That's what's really so damned upsetting. I didn't lose my virginity but I was raped. All I feel is shame and disgust. I feel like I'll never be clean again." Tears trickled down Nell's cheeks as she spoke. "He fucked me in the ass."
Beth put her arm around her sister in an effort to comfort her. "Please don't cry, Nell. What happened here will always be just between us two. As long as you're not hurt, that's all that matters." Nell forced a smile through her sobs.
"Do you feel up to trying to escape?" Beth asked.
"Yes," Nell answered, "but how can we?"
"We'll try and get that thing from that bastard."
"Yes, the rotor. Then we can get out of here."
"How can we get it? He keeps it in his pocket and he certainly won't give it to us," Nell said, sadly.
"Who said anything about giving it to us? I intended to pick his pocket. When he takes off his pants again, if he does, I'll try and get it."
"What if you can't get it?" Nell asked.
"Then we'll have to wait until they're all asleep and start walking. We should make it to some house on the highway before they miss us."
They heard footsteps stomping into the next room and then they heard the master's voice. "Where are they?"
"They're in the john," Jane's soft, hazy voice drifted like smoke in the air. The pot she had been smoking while the girls were in the toilet had made speech difficult. "The chick had to wash the jizz from her shit-hole."
He stuck his head in the door. "Out!" he ordered.
The girls came out of the toilet and leaned against the wall, keeping their eyes trained on the master.
"You had the shakedown cruise. Now we have a record run," he said, pointing to Nell.
It was only a short time since he had raped her ass, and he was ready to indulge in lust again. It seemed incredible that a man so emaciated-looking could recuperate so fast. Then Nell realized that he had probably had sexual relations with every female and probably every male in the Place. In that case, it was readily apparent that his sexual cravings were insatiable and if he decided that he was going to indulge his abnormal desires on her until she agreed with his philosophy, she knew she was faced with a long night.
"Will you lie down or must I have help again?" he asked.
"You've already raped her. What more do you want?" Beth snapped. "She's still hurting from the last assault."
"But now she's prepared. Her soul is free. She will see that the body is nothing. Her exposed soul will bring pleasure." He looked at the people sitting around the room in a hazy stupor.
"Do I rap the words?" he asked of them.
"Yes!" they chorused.
"Do I rap the truth?"
"Yes," they echoed.
"You throw a lot of bullshit! If they want to accept it as truth, then they're as nuts as you!" Beth shouted.
He slapped her across the face. "Hostility breeds hostility," he reminded her.
He pointed to the mattress. "Take off the garments of the Establishment and lie down."
"No!" Nell shouted, raising her chin in defiance.
"Friends, she is still not willing to learn the truth." The words were no sooner out of his mouth when Alice, Jane and three men rose to their feet and approached Nell.
Beth stepped in front of her. "Take me. Put your filthy soul in me and I'll pull it out by the roots!"
The master grabbed her by the arm and threw her roughly aside, bouncing her off the opposite wall.
"I have other means to convert you. Then you, too, will know the body is nothing, that sex is all. But I'm not done with the other one."
The enigmatic way in which he said the words made Nell feel horribly uneasy. She wondered what perverted, degenerate act he had in store for her. Surely that was what he meant. There was some graphic way he intended to impress her. Her thoughts were interrupted as Beth screamed.
Beth was about to run to her side, but she realized that if she interfered, the master would have others of his commune carry her out and it would preclude any chance for them to get the rotor from his discarded pants.
She leaned against the wall and watched and waited.
Nell was quickly stripped out of her dress and spread-eagled on the mattress, each of the five young people going about their assigned task with an efficient detachment.
The master stepped onto the mattress and straddled Nell's immobile body. He twisted his hips and let his long limp prick swing from side to side.
"The soul of man," he said.
He got to his knees, still straddling her and cupped his hand over her open cunt-lips. "The soul of woman. The souls combine and we become one and a part of the universe. Soul is sex, sex is soul and love will conquer all."
He got on all fours and let his long, thin rope of flaccid meat hang loosely over Nell's tits. He lowered his body and his cock-head touched the soft valley between her breasts. He swayed from side to side, causing his prick to friction easily over her upright globes. The heat of his stiffening cock skimming lightly over her tautening nipples sent vibrant tremors coursing through her.
He edged forward and his half-hard muscle dragged along her silken skin, up her soft neck and lit on her lush lips. She tried to turn her head away, but Alice dug her fingers into Nell's hair and kept her head still.
She kept her mouth tightly shut until he reached out with his hand and dug his fingers into her cheeks. The ensuing pain forced her mouth open and he dropped his bulging cap into her gaping orifice. He let go of her cheeks when his prick- head was imbedded in her hot, moist mouth and he slowly fucked his tool in the saliva-swallowing opening.
The warmth of her mouth and bobbing tongue quickly drove his cock to a steely rigidity. Its throbbing thickness almost gagged her before he pulled it out.
Nell spit the residual taste of his prick from her mouth as he backed up and got between her spread legs. He put his thumbs to her pussy lips and frictioned the pulpy, pink flesh. He hooked his thumbs over the labia and spread the slit open, then delved into the vulva, kneading the moist meat with his bony fingers.
Rivulets of electrical impulses wound their way up Nell's spine and caused her to shudder. His probing, delving fingers began to arouse her reluctant libido.
His fingers searched for the erectile organ hiding in the upper end of her vulva. When he found the tiny penis, it stood in stiff attention and he grabbed it in his fingers.
As he rolled and mashed the disturbed clitoris, Nell's ass began to twitch in involuntary response. She fought not to react but it was out of her control. The master had struck a match to her tinder box and the flames licked ravenously at her libido.
He bent over and blew his hot breath into the fiery, gaping vulva, then lashed out with his tongue, sending it in to lap the seething meat. He took his fingers away from her clitoris and used them to hold the puffy labia apart as his tongue whiplashed her blood-engorged bud.
The tumultuous passion wreaked havoc with Nell's psyche. Her body shuddered and quivered in cataclysmic fashion as he captured her anguished clit in his teeth and gnashed it savagely.
As much as she tried to resist, gurgling, guttural sounds of pleasure escaped her lips, splitting the sodden air of the small room with an erogenous symphony.
Her wanton response prodded the master on to more frenetic action. His misshapen, ugly form was forcing the beautiful creature to rapturous heights. He truly felt like beauty and the beast, making the gorgeous maiden overlook his ugliness to savor the beauty of his soul.
The essence of his triumph was yet to come. He would make her feel even more when he sank his raging cock into her. Then she would have to admit that the body is unimportant, that the soul is all.
Nell gasped with chagrin when the master took his mouth from her seething cunt. He had stroked the brilliant flames of her passion and she wanted his sucking mouth to fulfill its erotic promise.
He had every intention of doing just that, but in his own way. His hand encircled her writhing ass and grabbed her by the buttocks, raising her to a more advantageous position. He then guided his bulging cock-head between the fiery opening to her vulva, pressing the purplish cap into the slithery slot.
Nell gritted her teeth, anticipating the engulfing, withering pain which she knew was coming. Her cherry was about to be popped.
The master, his stiffened rod imbedded into the creamy opening poised to ram forward and push his seething tool into the blood-red meat of her vagina.
She anticipated pain tearing through her in a blinding flash. That ended quickly. It was replaced by a crescendoing, impassioned rage in her loins. She wanted it.
Nell craved it, the long, hard cock up her hot cunt.
He did. His thick tool plunged in, tore through her hymen, engulfed itself in the gasping muscles of her vagina.
The undulating, milking walls of her tight canal tugged and pulled and grabbed and twisted his pistoning prick in a velvety fist.
A spiralling salaciousness enveloped Nell and she responded with a wildly humping, gyrating movement of her hips, trying desperately to suck his raging dick into her guts.
"Oh, God, oh God, oh God!" she screamed over and over as the frantic, violent sensations ripped through her groin. "Fuck me! Fuck me again!"
The attendant friends of the master saw that it was no longer necessary to hold her immobile and they let go of her arms and legs. Alice even took her hands from Nell's hair, mesmerized by the frenetic display taking place.
Nell's fingers dug into the spongy hump in the master's back and her legs wrapped around his thin waist, her heels digging into his flat buttocks.
She squealed in erotic pain as he bit savagely on her nipple and drove his throbbing ramrod into her with a jackhammer force and rapidity.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes! Hump, hump! Ram me, ram me! Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper!" she wailed with a tormented urgency, unable to get enough of his torrid cock into her. All the while, her body convoluted and writhed and shuddered and quaked as she drove her savage cunt onto his impaling prong.
Their raging, clawing, clutching bodies wallowed in the salty pool of pungent sweat which poured from them as they climbed and scratched their way to a lover's leap into a sea of ecstasy.
With a final shuddering burst of frenetic contortions, they achieved the gates of paradise.
"Aeeeeiiiieeee!" the master screeched, reverting to his high-pitched falsetto. It was as though a howling gale had been unleashed as he gushed an ocean of semen into Nell's meaty inferno.
The spastically spewing jism triggered Nell's pent-up orgasm and it burst in a riotous implosion. The inundating delirium detonated a rampaging series of orgiastic tremors.
She clung to the malformed gnome in desperation as their spewing juices mixed in the seething depths of her volcanic cunt.
When their wanton, unbridled passions finally subsided, Nell collapsed into an unformed heap on the mattress.
The master smiled smugly as he looked at her totally contented figure.
"The body is nothing! Sex is all! All is sex!" He stood up and looked triumphantly at Beth.
He had proven a point, such as it was, but she glowered at him.
"Is that the word?" he shouted.
"Yes!" his constituents agreed.
"Is that the truth!" he asked.
"Yes!" they said.
He put on his pants and shirt, then walked over to Beth, who pressed her body against the wall, her legs trembling.
He looked into her eyes and smiled evilly. "How come you're so uptight?" he asked.
"You do something to me," she answered, intending to be indefinite.
"I turn all the chicks on," he said. He smiled and jammed his hands into his pocket. His smile disappeared. He slapped her across the face and twisted her arm. The rotor fell from her hand.
"That's bad news. Don't use sex to pull shit. Why don't you cool it? Admit the master's right?"
"Admit it and become a member of your fruit farm?" she snapped.
"I think your sister is ready to admit that the master speaks the truth. She had sex with a physically unattractive man and she enjoyed it. Sex is all, all is sex. All else is trivia."
Beth looked at Nell's inert form on the mattress and her heart went out to her. She had suffered the degradation of being raped by an obnoxious animal and she enjoyed it. It might be a psychological scar which she would carry the rest of her life.
"All right, you had sexual intercourse with her, but only because you raped her. If she had a choice, she wouldn't be seen dead with you."
"Exactly. She and you are hung up with the standards set up by the Establishment. I tore them away and she was able to enjoy sex with me, just as she would be able to enjoy sex with anyone or anything. Sex is all, all is sex!"
"Bullshit!" Beth spat out venomously.
"Further proof, for you, not for her. She is convinced. I will give you further proof that love is sex and sex is all. She, we, all of us humans can enjoy sex anywhere, anyhow and with anyone."
Beth looked at him disdainfully. If he were an insect, she couldn't hold him in any more contempt than she did. He accepted her silent challenge and turned to Alice.
"Alice, sex is all, dig?" he said.
"I dig, I dig," Alice said again with all the enthusiasm of an automaton.
"It's cool with man, boy, girl, or animal, right?"
"It's cool, it's cool," Alice intoned.
"Show the skeptic love is sex and sex is all. Anywhere, anyhow, with anyone. The body is nothing."
"Wow, master, you blow my mind," Alice said and crawled on all fours to a position between Nell's open legs.
Beth watched as Alice lowered her head and put her mouth to Nell's open crotch.
When Nell felt the soft mouth at her gaping slit, she weakly raised her head and looked at the wanton intruder. She expected to find the master delving into her sloppy meat, but she was horrified to see Alice's raven hair wedged between her legs.
She cried a distraught, "No, Alice," but it was too late. Alice's tongue had already slid into the slippery pussy and lapped greedily on the simmering cum and musk mixture.
Nell's response was immediate and passionate as the young girl slurped loudly in her fiery cunt. Her hips twitched spastically and her hands dug into the girl's hair, pushing her suctioning mouth deeper into her own torrid meat.
"Get the clit. Bite the little prick and make him yell!" she screeched.
Alice tongued her way along the bloody interior and grabbed the standing clitoris in her white teeth.
Nell's body convulsed and contorted as Alice gnashed the distended bud in her clamped jaws and ringed Nell's puckering asshole with her dainty fingers.
"Suck it! Pull it! Make me come!" Nell pleaded in a husky, uncontrolled voice.
She humped wildly against Alice's voraciously sucking mouth, striving to reach the epitome of ecstasy once more. The billowing passion rumbled to a crescendo as Nell's body arched grotesquely and quivered with raging lust. Her inflamed cunt spewed a thick honey into the cannibalistic mouth chewing on the seething slit.
She dropped to her back in a semi-coma as Alice slurped and lapped the warm, thick pussy-juice from her ravaged cunt, vigorously fingered her raped asshole.
The little girl got up and wiped her mouth on her forearm and then looked for approval from the master.
"Join the others," he told the members of his entourage. As Alice passed him, he patted her lovingly on the head. He remained alone with Nell and Beth.
He looked into Nell's eyes and smirked. "Anywhere anyway, with anyone. Dig?"
"You dirty sonofabitch!" Beth snapped and knelt beside her sister.
The master joined her at Nell's side.
"Love is sex," he cooed in her ear, "sex is all. The body means nothing, dig?"
"Leave me alone! I want to die!" Nell sobbed. "Those are the words. That's the truth. Right?" he insisted.
"Yes! Yes! Now leave me alone!" she pleaded. He stood up and held up two fingers in the sign of V. "Peace." He smiled and walked out of the room.
Nell sobbed uncontrollably. "I'm so ashamed I could die. I can't even look at you."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. You were raped and forced to enjoy it."
"Did Alice rape me? That slimy bastard is right. Sex is all. At least it looks like it is with me." Nell cried, her body wracked with tormenting guilt and shame.
"Stop that ridiculous talk," Beth scolded.
"It's not ridiculous. I'm a slut. Anywhere, anyhow, with anyone."
Beth slapped her and Nell, startled by the sudden display of anger, stopped crying. "Now you listen to me. You're no more of a slut than I am. You enjoyed going to bed with Bill and you enjoyed going to bed with Ron. If that hump-backed creep forced me, I'd probably enjoy it with him. We're both sensitive, passionate girls, but we would never willingly go to bed with that deformed creature or anyone who didn't physically appeal to us. You can't judge yourself by what happened here. It isn't fair and I won't let you."
Nell kissed her sister on the cheek. "You're right. I'm being an hysterical little girl."
"Okay, let's forget it," Beth said, smiling warmly. "Now, put on your dress and we'll get out of here."
"How? Did you get the rotor?" Nell asked.
"I did, but he discovered it and took it back. There's only two rotted boards over that window. If we can pry one loose, we'll be able to crawl out."
Nell looked at the boarded window and got up. After putting on her dress, she looked at Beth and said, "Well, let's get to work on the boards."
Beth smiled brightly and joined Nell at the window. Without tools, the work was slow. They pressed back and forth against the rotted lumber and they could feel it beginning to give. There was a slight cracking sound as the decayed wood split away from the nails that held it. They pulled the slat off the window and crawled through the eighteen-inch opening.
The moon was full, but fleecy clouds scudded across the sky, alternately leaving them in darkness and light.
"Our money and purses are in the car. Shouldn't we get them?" Beth asked.
"No, let's just get out of here. We can get them after we get the police," Nell answered anxiously.
They kept in the shadows of the shacks, ducking under windows as they came to them. They finally reached the end of the shabby row of buildings and breathed a sigh of relief. They still had a long way to go, but they were happy with the little progress they had made.
They quickly ran across the open area to the wooden bridge and rested a moment. Once across the bridge, they could keep to the side of the road, in the protective shadows of the trees.
Beth looked back toward the shacks and decided it was safe to try the crossing.
"Now!" she whispered urgently, then ran across the bridge, quickly followed by Nell. She was terrified, feeling the gang of ass-rapers at her back.
CHAPTER TEN
They walked on the grassy shoulder of the dirt road, but each pebble and twig dug into their bare feet. They hadn't gone a half mile when Beth stepped on a small piece of glass and cut the instep of her foot. It wasn't a deep cut, nor did it bleed too much, but there was the danger of infection.
Nell tore a strip from the side of her dress and used the material to dress the wound.
They figured they had at least ten miles to walk before reaching a road that bore traffic. Beth hobbled as best she could, trying not to impede their progress.
They didn't speak, afraid that their voices might travel too far in the still night air. Besides, they preferred to save their breath for walking. The more distance they put between themselves and the hippie haven, the better their chances would be for escape. They knew that the boys would easily overtake them if they didn't have at least a five-mile head start when their absence was noted.
Nell didn't mention it, but she knew five miles wouldn't really be enough once they were discovered missing because the master had the rotor to the car and the keys. Beth wasn't thinking about that disturbing piece of information and she was a little put out with Nell's rapid pace.
Her foot was beginning to ache enough that Beth was forced to mention it.
"Wait a second, Nell, my foot is throbbing something awful." She sat on a nearby boulder, rubbing the soreness in her foot.
"I'm sorry, Beth, but I wanted to get as far as possible before they discover we're gone," Nell said, squatting in front of her sister.
"We should be safe now. Even when they discover we're gone. They still have to find us. If we hear a car coming we can go off the road and hide among the trees, unless they're Indian scouts, we should be safe." Beth tried to lighten the situation, but not even she could force a smile.
"I guess you're right. We'll slow down and hope for the best. And don't hesitate to say anything if your foot hurts too much to go on," Nell smiled warmly and helped Beth to her feet.
As they started to walk, Nell couldn't help but see that Beth was in terrible pain, even though she tried to hide it. She took Beth's hand and put her arm over her shoulder.
"Lean on me," Nell said.
Beth smiled and felt a pang of guilt for having mentally accused her sister of inconsideration earlier.
"I'm all right, Nell," she said. "I can make it."
"Please," Nell said.
"Okay." Beth couldn't refuse her sister's helping hand. She had tried to help Nell at the Place and now Nell was reciprocating. In spite of their dilemma, Beth felt a warm glow.
They continued along the lonely road, their eyes flitting from side to side, their bodies jerking in momentary terror at each little sound.
Each sound became magnified in the eerie silence of the countryside. A hooting owl sounded like a lion, a jackrabbit scampering through the underbrush sounded like attacking savages and the flapping wings of an occasional bat sounded like a diving jet. Even their own labored breathing sounded like it would carry back to the hippy haven and disclose their escape.
Nell reflected on the day, trying to shut out the night sounds which were causing her so much uneasiness. It had been a wonderful day, a day of fun and fond memories. She shuddered as she thought about the night. She had started the evening as a virgin, confident and sure of her future. But suddenly, her pat world was torn asunder.
No longer was she sure who she was, where she was going. The master, using his phallus as a catalyst, had opened up a whole new vista to her.
How deep-seated was the erogenous quirk in her character, she wondered. How far would the scatological trait allow her to go and how much would she enjoy it?
She mentally summarized her position. She had been assaulted by a pitiful gnome, and enjoyed the wanton pleasure of his cock. Alice had performed cunnilingus on her and again she enjoyed it.
It had always bothered her that she might covet her sister's body but now she was beginning to understand. The latent sex drive, so carefully secreted for all her young years, had begun to manifest itself.
As the master had said, those were the words, that was the truth. In the short period of a few hours, she had learned to love sex. But the nagging question, still to be answered, was how much did she love it and to what extent would her craving let her make her go.
A definitive conclusion would have to wait. There wasn't enough evidence, nor did she have enough experience from which to draw to properly evaluate her carnal position.
Any further thoughts on the subject would have to wait.
Beth cocked her head and said urgently, "Listen! I think I hear a car coming."
They stopped straining their ears to the muffled sound.
"Hear it?" Beth asked.
"Yes, it's a car all right. Let's get off the road." Nell made the suggestion and led Beth to a heavy thicket some twenty yards off the road.
They squatted behind the leafy bushes and held their breaths, waiting to see from what direction the vehicle was approaching.
"Can you tell which way it's headed?" Beth asked.
Nell shook her head. "The heavy night air distorts the sound. First it sounds like it's coming from one way and a second later, it sounds like it's coming from the other. Then it sounds like it's coming from two directions at the same time. We'll have to wait 'til we can see the lights."
The sound grew louder as it neared them, but the headlights were blocked from view by the heavy concentration of trees in the area. The wait was interminable before they spotted the car's lights slowly moving along the narrow dirt road.
The girls felt a sweeping elation when they could determine it was coming from the main highway, not from the haven. Beth stood up.
"Let's flag him down."
"Wait a minute. It could be some hippies on their way to the Place," Nell said.
"What'll we do?" Beth wondered.
"Why don't we wait 'till it's abreast of us and see what kind of car it is."
Nell's suggestion sounded reasonable and Beth agreed. They decided if it was an older model car, they would let it pass and take their chances on foot.
Luckily, the moon was unobstructed by any clouds for the moment and the road shined brightly. They could immediately see that it was a late model Buick, and establishment car that no self-respecting member of the master's commune would be seen dead in. For that matter, no one in the commune could afford the gas to run it.
They ran from their cover, waving their arms frantically as they approached the car. It stopped and the door opened.
"Will you take us to the police, please? We were held by a bunch of hippies against our will. We were able to escape through a boarded window!" Nell babbled the words almost incoherently, she was so elated at their rescue.
From the darkness of the car, a deep voice said, "Sure girls, get in. They should lock all them punks up!" The shadowy figure pulled the front seat forward and the girls got into the back seat.
It wasn't until the car had gone a hundred yards in the direction of the haven that the girls saw the long hair and beards on the front seat occupants.
"NO!" Nell screeched.
"Yes," the passenger in the front seat said and snapped on the interior light.
He looked back at them, a wide grin splitting his hairy face. "Why would you want to go to the fuzz? Don't you dig the master?" he asked.
The girls were stupefied by the grim turn of events. Nell tried to push his seat forward so she could jump from the car, but she neglected to push the lever and the seat remained solidly in place.
The man put his hand on Nell's tit and shoved her back into her seat.
"Cool it, chick. Like, play a dead hand. It don't do no good to be up so tight. You give the master a chance and he'll show you the way to paradise."
"We had a sample of the master's version of paradise, and we'll take vanilla!" Beth answered sarcastically. She was more angry with herself than the boys for having allowed herself to fall so easily back into the master's hands. She hadn't been abused before, but she knew that the return trip would be different. The master would surely use the "other means" to convert her. What he had in store for her was only a matter for conjecture, but she knew it would not be pleasant.
They traveled the rest of the lonely way in silence. The two men were much too involved, passing a weed back and forth, to be bothered with idle conversation.
After they crossed the wooden bridge, the driver leaned on the horn and let it sound until he pulled up in front of the saloon.
Nell's car still sat there. They had obviously not been missed. Both girls felt miserable. They had made a clean getaway and then stupidly walked back into the iniquitous den.
A few of the hippies lazed into the open and examined the new car.
"Hey, man, where'd you get the wheels?" one asked.
"Like, where else? I borrowed it from the establishment," the driver said, then laughed crazily from the effects of the marijuana.
Jane leaned into the interior and a look of shock crossed her face when she saw Beth and Nell.
"What are you doing in there?" she asked incredulously.
"Like, the boys took us for a ride. They wanted to show us how the establishment lives." Beth's display of bravado seemed meant to bolster her own flagging spirit, rather than to annoy Jane.
"The master's going to flip!" she cried and ran through the swinging doors.
When the girls were led into the saloon, the master sat crossed-legged in the position where they had first seen him. The guitar rested across his knees and his chin rested in the instrument's curve. He stared narrowly at them as they approached him.
They shifted nervously under his unblinking stare. The hippies who had gone outside, filtered back in and formed a semi-circle around Nell and Beth, adding the unwashed stench of their bodies to the heavy atmosphere of marijuana. Both girls became queasy from the malodorous air.
The master cradled the guitar under his arm and began to lazily strum the instrument. He hummed an unknown melody and then began to sing. "You are two little sheep who have gone astray, why, why, why? You came to the Place to be shown the way, my, my, my. Children and lovers all are we. Sex is the word to set us free. Why did you run away from me, why, why, why?"
He stopped singing, he stopped strumming, then he glared at the two frightened girls.
"Take them back to the room," he ordered.
Some of the hippies crowded closely about Beth and Nell and they started to walk without being touched.
The hippies spread around the room, leaving Nell and Beth standing in the center, close to the mattresses.
In a few moments, the master entered the room, carrying a black box. He put it on the floor and took a wire extension from it.
He saw Beth and Nell exchange glances.
"We have electricity but we prefer kerosene lamps for light. Electricity is for the establishment. Lamps reflect the softness of love." He plugged the cord into a base socket.
"Strip her," he said, pointing to Nell.
Nell shuddered, her fears were about to be realized. She couldn't imagine how he intended using the electricity. Was he crazy enough to administer electric shocks to her, she fearfully wondered. She'd heard stories of the amperage in an ordinary light socket being enough to electrocute a person.
Her body was trembling in terror as the dirty men stripped her dress from her body. Two of them held her arms and pressed their hard cocks against her thighs as the master circled the room appraising her beauty. She was on her belly again.
When he finished the appraisal, he motioned with his hand and the men held her to the mattress. The master motioned again and two more men grabbed her by the ankles.
The master put the box on the mattress and kneeled on the edge, looking at the pink flesh of her spread buttocks. He laid the female end of the extension on the mattress, next to the box.
"What are the words?" he intoned.
"Love is sex. Sex is all. The body means nothing." The assembled hippies chanted the words in unison.
Beth watched the proceedings, held from interfering by two strong men. She felt as though she were observing some pagan rite and the master was the witch doctor with occult powers to hypnotize his subjects.
"Is it the truth?" he asked, not taking his eyes from Nell's luscious, gaping anus.
"Yes!" they shouted.
"But you are not convinced," he said to Nell.
"No! And if you think you can change my mind by sticking your ugly, scabrous hunk of flesh in me, you're mistaken!" Nell's angry defiance wafted over the master's head like fleeting puffs of smoke.
"I promised to impress you with the truth by other means. I will prove that sex is all, anywhere, with anyone, anyhow. Man, woman, animal or instrument. The body is nothing. Sex is all, all is Nell noted the evil smirk lurking behind his shaggy beard and uneasy apprehension stabbed at her. She knew his warped mind was capable of reprehensible acts but the prolonged uncertainty heightened her fear.
"You've been shooting off your mouth for a while. Why don't you do what you're going to do, and get it over with? At least I won't have to listen to your bullshit!"
"Fear is a horrible thing. It makes us say things we don't mean. It makes us hostile. Hostility breeds hostility. Love is all. With love, there is no fear," the master said. He began to rummage in the black box.
It surprised Nell that he had read her correctly. She was speaking out of fear and he had recognized her defiance for what it was. In spite of his corrupt mind and obvious mental imbalance, Nell had to reluctantly admit to herself that he was perceptive. It was probably his biggest asset in keeping the empty wanderers under his spell.
The master took an electric drill from the black box and then pulled out a wooden phallus. The lacquered wood was ten inches long and two inches in diameter, with a flaring glans carved into the end. The ridge of the wooden cock-head was notched along its perimeter. At the base, a square node had been carved to fit into the chuck of the drill.
He fit the node into the drill and turned the collar, locking the phallus into place. He then plugged in the electrical cord. His fingers pressed the trigger and the wooden cock slowly revolved.
At last, the "other means" became apparent to Nell. He intended drilling that wooden prick into her ass, and making her have an orgasm. It would seem to be conclusive proof that his words were the truth. It would prove the body meant nothing. Even a wooden plug served the same purpose.
He spread a thin layer of Vaseline over the wooden rod and nodded his head.
The men who had held her ankles pulled her legs harder and spread her ass. The master moved between her cheeks and pressed the trigger. The cock began to turn in lazy revolutions. He pressed the slippery cock into the flesh of her ass.
Nell knew his plan and was determined that even if the ersatz cock should give her pleasure, she would express no outward emotion. She would lie there, limp and inert, like an empty sock hanging from the fireplace at Christmas time.
The master moved the whirring penis over her sensitive anus, making sure the notched ridge nicked along her flesh. He jabbed the bulbous head into the pink hole and moved it upward.
The spindled dick began to take its erotic toll on Nell's resistance. The latent lust which lay just beneath her calm exterior began to blossom in the depths of her groin. Skittering impulses and dashing tremors erupted in her guts as the hard spinner reamed her asshole.
She fought to close her mind to the burgeoning passion which tore at her. She tried desperately to think of trivial things to vitiate the growing lust.
Picnics, hayrides, parties, proms, movies and Bill Black all paraded in a montage of trivia through the tortured halls of her brain, a vain effort to neutralize the telling effect of the wooden prick.
When the master spun the wooden cock-head up her rectum, the lovely pictures of her memory splintered in shards of ecstasy. She could no longer fight the erogenous onslaught. Her hips began to wriggle in wanton delight and her ass jerked to the tempo of the spinning prick.
He tilted the prod and let it burrow into the fiery passage of her rectum.
"Oh, mother!" she screamed as the rampant tremors caromed through her. "You sonofabitch! You dirty, rotten bastard!" she cursed. He had beaten her and she knew it. Her body, her soul, and her ass was at the mercy of a spinning piece of wood shaped like a cock.
The master shoved five inches of the pole into her inflamed anus and flicked the switch to increase the rotations per minute. The nicked glans agitated against the blood-red flesh of her rectum and she convulsed uncontrollably.
Her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands and her toes curled from the rapturous concentration in her seething ass. Her lithe body writhed and contorted as she squeezed her legs together, entrapping the hard phallus in her grasping hole. The rectal muscles sucked over the turning rod, capturing ecstatic pulsations from the notched ridge.
The master shoved the ten inches of symbolic prick full in, the tip wedging into the narrow neck of her colon and then he snapped the switch to high. The whirring tool hummed loudly as the revolutions increased to top speed.
The spinning cock churned Nell's smoldering anus with a searing friction.
"Sonofabitch! Sonofabitch! Dirty, humpbacked motherfucker! Dirty, rotten cocksucker!" she screamed, her convulsing, wildly gyrating body wrenching free of her captors' hands. Once free, she bounced and jerked over the mattress as though she were in the throes of an epileptic seizure. It seemed as though every nerve and fibre in her body was being dipped into scalding water.
She grabbed the master's wrist and tugged savagely, sinking the whirring tool deeper into her volcanic asshole.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Spin, motherfucker, spin! Twist my ass like a pretzel!" The obscenities poured out of her as though she was possessed by some bacchanalian spirit.
She suddenly and violently catapulted into orgiastic paroxysms as the rampaging climax overwhelmed her. Her shuddering body became rigid and then fell in a molten mass on the mattress.
The master snapped off the drill and pulled the heated cock out of her mangled ass, trailing blood.
Beth felt limp as she looked at her sister's bloody ass. She could feel the moist warmth between her legs, the result of her sympathetic orgasm. She looked around the room and saw that every male crotch was tented out with an aching erection.
The master neatly rolled up the extension cord and placed it in the black box. He removed the wooden cock from the chuck, wiped it off on the mattress and put it in the box, followed by the drill.
He cradled the drill in his arms and stood up.
"Board up the window," he said.
As one of the men left for hammer and nails, he gave him the box, then kneeled beside Nell.
"Do you know the truth?" he asked.
Nell put her arms over her eyes, trying to shield herself from his penetrating stare. He pulled her arm down. He pulled her over so she lay on her back.
"There isn't any body, dig? Sex is all, right? Anywhere, with anyone, anyhow. I want to hear the words!" he insisted.
Nell shut her eyes and turned her head. He dug his fingers into her cheeks and twisted her face to face his. He then pressed his thumb on her eyelid.
"Look and listen when the master speaks!"
Nell's eyes snapped open from the painful pressure he applied.
"I want to hear the truth from your mouth. Tell it like it is!"
"Leave her alone! Can't you see she's in pain?" Beth shouted. "Let her alone, let her rest."
"It's not pain that has her soul. It's ecstasy. Ecstasy from a piece of wood. Not my deformed body, not a handsome young man, not a beautiful young lady, not even an animal. A piece of wood. Let me hear it! Sex is all!" He put his ear to her mouth and listened.
"I don't hear anything." He looked around the room as the man reentered, carrying a hammer, nails and two slats of wood.
"Put down the work," he said to the man who dropped the paraphernalia. "Let her hear the words. Tell her like it is."
"Love is sex. Sex is all. Anywhere, with anyone, anyhow." The boy said as if by rote.
"You hear, chick?" he asked Nell again. "You agree?"
She lay there, staring blankly into space. He waited a moment.
"Sex is all. Anywhere, with anyone, anyhow!" He realized that Nell wasn't going to answer him. He stood up. He peeled off his pants and his rock-hard cock sprang out, quivering in front of him.
"Turn her over!" he commanded.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The men did as he ordered. They held her on all fours. He kneeled behind her and moved between her legs, his rigid prick pressing in the narrow slot at her crotch. His throbbing, hot tool frictioned against her pussy-lips.
He reached under her body and grabbed her pendulous globes in his hands, roughly squeezing the spongy flesh.
"Let it all hang out," he taunted as he humped his hips against the rounded hills of her buttocks. Her asshole burned with pain.
His hot muscle agitating the swollen, puffiness of her labia sent showers of screeching sparks through her, rekindling the embers of her resting libido.
Her ass began to wiggle over his thrusting phallus, capturing the steamy heat between her legs.
He pulled away and laid the solid trunk along the bloody crack of her ass while he took one hand from her tit and delved into the slippery meat of her fiery cunt. She pressed backward against the pressure of his cock and jerked up and down to accept the ecstatic probing of his fingers while his other fingers pinched her turgid nipple.
The crackling, snapping claps of thunder cascaded through her from the multiple manipulation. She didn't try to withhold the oral expression of her rapture. Gasping "oh's" and "ah's" flowed from her gaping mouth.
The master grabbed his cock and rubbed it into the sticky dampness of her pussy then transferred the gooey dew on the hand of his prick to her puckering asshole. He took his fingers from her seething meat and poked the thick fluid into the tight sphincter muscle of her ass. His imbedded finger reamed the tight interior of her rectal canal.
Her round ass wiggled in appreciation of the wonderful delight his finger wrought in her shithole, but she ached to have his long, thick cock in that rectal cavity.
He took his hand away from her breast and his finger from her puckering rosette. The sudden lack of attention inspired a moan of regret from Nell.
"Don't stop, don't stop!" she pleaded.
Her anguished cries ceased when she felt his thumbs dig into the rounded flesh in the valley between her buns. He pulled outward, forcing the tight orifice open. When he had succeeded in making a small aperture, he put the knobby head of his dick to the opening and wedged it in.
The bulbous glans felt like a bony fist in the narrow slot. Nell screamed.
"No, no! You'll split me in two! I'll never take it in the ass again! Not one more time!"
"The ass!" he hissed and dug his fingers into her hips.
She tried to wriggle away, to free her ass from his wedged cock, but the men negated her effort.
He pulled her back with his hands and lunged forward, sending his rock-hard muscle slithering along the slippery passage of her anal canal. The thick rod spread the narrow tube with a fury as it plunged inward until his pelvic bone mashed into the pliant flesh of her ass.
Nell was impaled on the raging ten inches of his seething trunk and the accompanying pain twisted her body in a steel-tipped vise.
Beth had to turn her head away and put her hands to her ears as Nell screamed in an unearthly voice of the damned.
The master's phallus wallowed in the tight slot, soaking gloriously in the dank, narrow confines. He ignored her harassed wails and began to piston his aching prod in slow, long strokes, savoring the ecstatic pleasures her grabbing asshole gave his swollen cock.
To Nell's pleasurable surprise, his impaling prick didn't split her in two, nor did the agonizing pain last. Flaring flashes of wanton beauty emanated from the juicy depths of her bunghole. The frequent pleasures became a roaring, unceasing, ecstatic explosion as he rutted and ramrodded his turgid stick into her.
He grabbed her tits in his hands and ravaged the pink, tautened nipples in his fingers, while she wriggled and convoluted her quaking ass in contrary motion to his.
The opposing forces imbued their frenetic debauchery with an added dimension. Cock and ass fought a salacious, carnal battle in which both sides strived to overwhelm the other with a raging, violent, vicious, genital attack.
The resultant effect was to weld their bodies into a writhing, contorting, clawing, quivering mass, inundated by exquisite raptures.
"Fuck it! Ram it! Pump it! Drive it! Plunge it! Push that fucking monster into my spine!" Nell screamed in wanton challenge as she tightened her ass muscles and pulled and tugged savagely at his prick.
"Sex is all! Carnality! Fornication!! Scatology! Fellatio! Fuck and suck! Fuck and suck! That's all there is! Pull my cock up into it! Fuck and suck! Fuck and suck! Sex is all! Say it! Say it! Say it!" He screamed in a panting, gasping voice, as he lunged and tore and ripped into her flailing ass.
The spectators watched in wide-eyed wonder as the lusting, rutting animals assailed each other with an animalistic abandon, each trying to make the other be the first to surrender.
Beth's pussy burned in anguished heat as she watched. She could feel the seething honey drip between her legs and the frantic passion knotting in her groin. Her subconscious mind moved her hand to the crotch at her right and wrapped around the rigid penis.
The man absently opened his pants and Beth pulled his quivering prick out. She looked down and saw the throbbing tool in her fist and her legs became boneless globs of jelly. She sank to her knees and pressed the hot flesh against her cheeks.
"Oooohhhhh," she cooed as the radiant heat pervaded her flesh.
She opened her mouth and sucked in the dribbling cock-head, sipping the milky beads from the pink slit. Her hand slipped into his pants and scooped out his loaded scrotum as she sank her head over the silken skin of his pulsing tool.
The man leaned against the wall for support and put his hands in her hair, pulling her suctioning mouth down to his sparse pubic hair, engulfing his six inches of stiff dick in her vacuuming maw.
Beth could feel the swollen glans poking into the opening of her throat, but the throbbing heat lifted her to ecstatic heights. She gulped and chewed greedily on his jabbing prong and her tongue searched along the velvety flesh for hidden, sensuous areas, while her fingers livingly fondled his swollen balls.
"Sex is love! Love is sex! Love my cock! Make me come!" the man squealed, his legs shaking like stalks of grain in a windstorm.
As Beth savagely sucked the aching tool, she felt someone lift the hem of her miniskirt above her ass and she glanced fleetingly to the rear, where she saw Jane put her waspish face between the cheeks of her jutting ass.
She gobbled in the cock as she felt a hot tongue slip into the tight ring of her asshole.
Her rounded buns twitched to the delightful sensation of Jane's reaming tongue and she quivered in ecstatic reaction when Jane dipped her fingers into Beth's dripping pussy and grabbed the blood- filled clit, in her fingers.
Jane rolled and tugged the stiff little member while her tongue licked ferociously in Beth's tight anal passage.
Beth's wanton screams were choked off in her throat by the boy's pistoning prick.
The man trembled and shook and beat his fists against the rough wall planking as his aching balls released their milky load. The gushing jism exploded in Beth's mouth and she swallowed the salty cum with wild avarice. She milked his spasming dick and pulled every tasty bead from his crying muscle.
As the last drop was pulled into her mouth, her own raging inferno exploded with catastrophic effect. She dug her nails into the man's thighs, tearing bits of flesh from him. He winced in pain and roughly pushed her fingers away. Beth's face was nestled in her arms on the floor as Jane lapped the oozing honey from her seething cauldron. The catapulting orgasm subsided and Beth dropped to her side, sat up and leaned against the wall, with her knees up and her legs spread. Jane stayed in the seeping meat, lapping the musky cream which clung to her vaginal walls.
Beth couldn't believe her eyes. Nell and the master were still locked in their orgiastic duel, rutting and lunging with devastating force.
Their animalistic growls meshed into a cacophonous symphony portending the oncoming deluge.
"I'm cooommmiiinnngggg!!" Nell screeched and, "Aaaaiiiieeee!!" the master wailed in simultaneous eruption.
Their shuddering bodies adhered with erogenous glue as they spewed their torrential outburst.
Nell's hand and legs gave way and she flattened to the mattress, the master on top of her, his cock still deeply imbedded in her ass. They lay there, more dead than alive, the only audible sound was their shallow gasping for air.
Time stood still, waiting for their return to life. The wait was suffocating 'til the master gathered the strength to get to his knees.
As his flaccid prick slipped out of her ass, Nell felt as if she was being disemboweled.
The master reached back and picked up his pants, then stood up, rocking unsteadily.
"Sex is all," he said weakly. "Board up the window and leave them alone. I'll rap with her later." He left the room on wobbly legs, not bothering to put on his pants.
Beth crawled over to her sister as a man nailed the boards into place.
When the hippies left the room, Beth brushed the hair from Nell's face.
"Are you all right, Nell?" she asked, concerned about her sister's welfare. Her own abuse had been nothing compared to the wanton onslaught that Nell had been through.
Nell smiled weakly. "I feel wonderful. Sex may not be all, but it is wonderful. Especially a hard cock up my asshole. I know that now."
CHAPTER TWELVE
The girls lay panting for a time, then resumed their conversation.
"A cock up your ass?" Beth asked.
"Yes," said Nell. "I know that now. I've been raped in the ass often enough to know it. Tell me, Beth, if sex isn't all, why have we reacted the way we have?" Nell asked. "We dug it all."
"I can't answer that, Nell. We'll each have to decide for ourselves. But that ugly little bastard was perceptive enough to know that we are both easily stimulated and passionate," Beth said, taking Nell's hand in hers.
"If I'm easily stimulated, why haven't I dug a man before this? Why did I want and let that animal take my virginity?" Nell asked the question, but she knew the answer. She was using Beth as a sounding board, wanting to hear the question put into words instead of thoughts.
"No guy ever really forced the issue. Subconsciously, you wanted sex, hungered for it, but the initial experience had to be forced on you. Once it was, the floodgates were opened and all your stifled desires rushed into the gaping breech." When Beth finished the sentence, she giggled. "Wow, as the hippies say. That sounded pretty clinical. Maybe I should be a psychiatrist."
Nell smiled. Although Beth sounded pedantic, she had to agree with her. Beth had voiced exactly what she felt to be the truth. The lust, the passion, the craving for sex had always been there, crouching like a prowling animal, waiting to spring into the open. All it took was a traumatic sexual experience to release it.
The master supplied the catalyst and Nell's suppressed salaciousness wandered freely.
On that point, Nell suddenly felt a new-found serenity. No longer was she torn with guilt and shame. No longer was there a psychological wavering. If it was her nature to desire and enjoy sex, so be it. Beth enjoyed sexual relations, and she suffered no drastic alteration in her psyche. Neither would she.
There was still one unsettled problem in Nell's mind. It was the question of where she would draw the sexual line. To what lengths would she go to seek sexual freedom and enjoyment? Would she, as the master had been saying, over and over, do anything, with anyone, anyway? She still didn't know, but it didn't disturb her as it did before. She knew that in time she would learn the answer and whatever it might be, she would be able to live with it.
Beth's problem ran a parallel course with an added refinement. She was in love with Bill, or she thought she was. Although there had never been any question in her mind that she enjoyed sex, there had always been the question if it was because of Bill or because or her raging passion. Now she knew. A cock, was a cock, was a cock.
In spite of the accepted truth about herself, Nell also still felt she loved Bill. She missed him and longed to be with him. But would it be fair to marry him? That was the question she must answer. Could she say the marriage vows and abide by them? It was a problem more serious than Beth's. There were two people's futures at stake, perhaps more, if they married and had children. Was it fair to gamble with someone's life?
Both girls lay on the mattress, contemplating their future, immersed in their intimate thoughts, when they were distracted by a raspy, "Ahem."
They looked up and saw the master sheepishly at the foot of the mattress.
Nell sighed deeply. "Haven't you had enough? My ass is still sore from that spinning dildo." She was suddenly brave. She had accepted his other means and lived through it. Not only lived through it, she lived it, what else could he do to her?
"Tell you what," she said, clasping her hands in front of her. "I'll say the words. Love is sex. Sex is love. Sex is all. The body is nothing. Like, that's the truth." She recited the words in a monotone, then, "Now, why don't you be a good little boy and go fuck yourself?"
He stood there, staring at Nell like a lost puppy, nervously wringing his hands in front of him.
"Do you really mean that?" he asked. His body sagging more than usual. Gone was his smugness, his cool assurance.
"That you should go fuck yourself?" Nell asked in return, gaining confidence from his apparent weakness.
"No. The words? Did you really mean it?"
Nell shrugged her shoulders. "Why not? What have I got to lose? I don't have my cherry, only the box it came in and you're not welcome to it." The acidity in her voice returned with her growing confidence.
The master dropped to his knees on the mattress. "Do you think the soul is all? The body is nothing?"
She looked at him curiously. For the first time, he was truly asking questions, not stating facts. He suddenly looked like a forlorn little boy, helpless in a sea of confusion and she felt pity for him in spite of the degradation he had caused her to suffer. Her attitude softened.
"Yes, that's the truth," she said, realizing she had nothing to lose by going along with him.
"Then you can see my soul, not my misshapen body?" he asked, a glimmer of a smile creasing his lips.
Nell knew that he was leading up to a more important issue, but she couldn't figure it out. Her curiosity forced her response. "Yes, I can see your soul."
"Then you must know," he dropped his eyes before going on to say, "that I love you. Can you ignore my body and love my soul?"
Nell looked in amazement at Beth and was greeted by a comparable look from her. She didn't know whether to cry, laugh or spit at him. He had degraded her, debased her and forced her to look at the wanton lust in herself and now, in spite of the humiliation he had perpetrated on her and Beth, he professed his love. It was a grotesquely comic ambiguity and it left Nell with conflicting emotions.
She wanted to laugh but couldn't; she wanted to cry for him but wouldn't and she wanted to offer him solace but couldn't, or wouldn't find the words.
He watched her with misty eyes, waiting apprehensively for her answer. Nothing happened. She looked at him blankly.
"Answer me, please." The urgency in his voice reflected the great emotional torment he was suffering. "I must know the truth."
"I thought you knew the truth!" Nell said, she tried not to be unkind, but an edge of sarcasm crept in.
"You've made me unsure. Can you ignore my body and love me?" His voice pleaded desperately for an answer.
It was obvious that he would stay there until she answered. She weighed the question carefully and she weighed her answer even more carefully. She was sitting on a keg of dynamite and the fuse was lit.
The most unnerving aspect of the situation was that she didn't have any idea how his disturbed, warped mind would react to her answer, whichever one she might choose.
She had three choices open to her -- yes, no, or she needed time to think about it.
She steeled herself and gave the only answer that she could force out. "No, I cannot ignore your body. I could never love you."
She and Beth prepared themselves for the impending explosion.
The master's eyes narrowed, his breathing became shallow and rapid and his fists clenched so tightly, the flesh around the knuckles turned white.
Both girls were gripped in an intense, throbbing fear, waiting for the master's violent reaction.
He knelt there, seething for an interminable period of time before rising to his feet. He straightened up to his full five feet two inches and thrust his chin forward.
"You could never be one of us. The establishment is too deeply imbedded in your psyche. You are a disturbing influence to me and my followers. Like, you are no longer welcome at the haven." He pulled the rotor from his pocket and tossed it on the mattress.
"I have put you to the test and you have failed. So, split."
"Do we have to leave right now? We're both beat. Can we leave in the morning?" Nell asked. Now that the nightmare was at an end, she saw no need to rush out in their exhausted condition. Rest was of far greater importance at the moment.
He eyed them for a moment. "Early, you will split."
He had made his valiant effort to save face and left the room. He closed the door behind him as a symbolic gesture that they were shut off from his life.
They both sighed deeply, in thankful relief that the horrible nightmare was at an end. They lay back on the mattress and for the first time since they entered the distorted temple of debauchery, they relaxed.
Beth began idly, "Do you really think he fell in love with you or was he just trying to find out if he had succeeded in convincing you that the body is nothing?"
"I wouldn't swear either way, but I have an uneasy feeling that he fell into his own trap," Nell answered.
"What do you mean?" Beth asked.
Nell turned to her side and rested her head in the palm of her hand. "I think he was so overwhelmed by our intercourse that he believed he loved me. That sex was really all and that I must feel the same way to ignore his deformity and satisfy him the way I did."
"In other words," Beth paraphrased, "you were probably the greatest fuck he ever had and he loved you for it."
Nell smiled and patted herself on the back. "Yes, you might say that."
"I just did," Beth said.
They laughed. It wasn't at his expense, nor at theirs, but at the incongruity of the situation, now that it was over.
"But you didn't know any of that when he asked you if you could love him," Beth remarked, seriously.
"No, I didn't."
"You took a hell of a chance when you said no," Beth said, thinking back to how Nell had flirted with disaster. "He might have beaten us, or worse."
"Don't worry," Beth answered, "I thought of every angle before I said "no." If he was serious and I said "yes," he would have wanted to get married right away and have kids. Ugh! If I said "no" I Figured the worst thing he would do is fuck us some more or let his zombies do it. I didn't think he'd hurt us because he'd been preaching love too much and his kiddies wouldn't approve, and he'd have his sex cut off altogether. On the other hand, if he was just testing me, it didn't make any difference what I answered. Does that make any sense?"
"It must. We're free to go, aren't we?" Beth replied and they laughed again.
Beth grew serious and put her hand to Nell's face. "I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here."
"Fat chance of that," Nell said. "We're identical twins, one for all and all for one. Together, wherever we go. I sound like the master."
"You're beautiful, Nell," Beth said, then kissed her sister gently on the lips. Now that they both had been through the sexual meat grinder, Beth decided not to keep her feelings for her sister in the deep shadows of her mind.
"So are you," Nell answered. "You're beautiful, and warm and sensitive and I love you."
"I love you. I never realized it, but I always have. I've wanted you." Beth looked into Nell's eyes and saw the hunger there, the same hunger she was feeling.
Their eyes remained Fixed as their lush lips slowly closed the gap between them. Their lips parted as they met and Beth's tongue slid into Nell's warm mouth, gliding tenderly over the silky surface of Nell's inner cheek.
Beth put her hand on the small of Nell's back and pressed her warm sister into her. Their lovely crotches crushed into each other, their bellies pressed together in tremulous contact and their voluptuous breasts squashed flat as the spongy flesh enmeshed. As their tongue flickered in a tingling dance, Nell reached behind Beth and unzipped her dress. She moved away slightly and slid the straps off Beth's shoulders. Beth did the rest, she quickly shucked it and dropped it to one side.
Their naked bodies entwined and their mouths met in a hungry, impassioned kiss. Beth moved her hand over Nell's quivering flesh and cupped her heavy tit in the palm of her hand. She gently squeezed the firm globe and her fingers captured the pink, distended nipple, rolling the turgid blossom with loving care.
Each one put her leg between the other's and frictioned her thigh against the other's damp pussy- lips. Beth pulled her mouth from Nell's and kissed her sister on the forehead, eyes, nose and cheeks, then she laved hotly into Nell's ear, tipping wetly into every sensitive recess.
She then nipped the fleshy earlobe and laved her way down Nell's swanlike neck and into her finely molded shoulders. They both humped their rounded asses, frictioning thighs against cunts.
Beth increased the gentle kneading of Nell's taut teat to an unrelenting attack; pulling and gnashing the erect bud as she tongued her way up the steep slope of her heaving tit.
Their passions leaped in blazing flames as Beth rolled on top of Nell and pressed her body between Nell's spread legs. Beth shoved her titian-covered crotch into Nell's lush, black forest, grinding her pelvic bone against the weeping, burning flesh of her gaping cunt-lips.
Again and again, Beth slammed her crotch into the sullen meat. She sucked in the turgid pink nipple, gnashing it between her teeth.
Nell's inflamed body jerked convulsively, shoving and jolting her seething cunt-meat against Beth's slamming pelvic bone.
"Oooohhhh! AAaahhhh! Dear God. Ram me! Ram me!" she pleaded as she felt the driving urge knotting in her belly. She dug her hands into Beth's brown hair and mashed her suctioning mouth more forcefully on her swollen breast.
Beth could feel the aching need, the burning lust and the raging desire in Nell and she strived to satisfy the lovely creature who quivered under her. She put her fingers to Nell's crotch and nipped the pulpy meat of her labia.
An erotic lightning crackled through Nell. "Go in! Go in! Get the clit! Get the clit!" she cried.
Beth bit savagely on Nell's swollen nipple as she spread the dripping, fiery labia and delved into the scalding flesh of Nell's vulva. She pressed and dug her fingers into the hot, giving meat, sending ecstatic explosions cavorting through Nell's nerve network.
"The clit! Get the clit!" Nell wailed. "Don't tease me, darling. Get the clit! Oh, my, love, my love -- get the clit!"
Beth wanted to prolong the pleasure, but she couldn't resist the anguished pleas. She walked her fingers to the upper end of Nell's steaming vulva and grabbed the tiny penis which stood in rigid eagerness, rolling the hard bud in her thumb and forefinger. Nell's reaction was instantaneous. "Yes, yes, yes!" she sobbed and her body became a quivering, quaking mass, as she sped toward the promised land. Her body arched and tensed and exploded.
"Oooohhhh Beth, my love. I'm commmmiiiinnnggg!" She hung in mid-air, her gorgeous body contorted in an orgiastic convulsion.
When she collapsed on the mattress, Beth kept her fingers in the spasming cunt and her mouth on the heaving tit. She left the luscious breast and laved down to Nell's undulating belly where she kissed and laved the limp flesh.
Beth's lashing tongue and sucking mouth, combined with her active fingers, didn't allow Nell moment's time to savor the delightful delirium of her orgasm.
Her ebbing passion was already scaling the erogenous ladder to ecstasy.
Beth moved her licking tongue to Nell's ebony pubes and nipped at the silken tufts. Her fingers recaptured the pounding clit and rolled it to stiffness. She blew her hot breath through the lush patch and tugged gingerly on the taut flesh of her Venus mound.
Nell's lusting hunger rebounded with a vengeance and she pushed her crotch into Beth's face, waxing and waning under the unyielding urge.
Beth's pointed tongue left the thick forest and laved along the puffy cunt-lips. Her fingers still pulled and pummeled the blood-filled clitoris. She took her fingers from the distended bud and spread Nell's pulpy labia, sending her tongue slithering into the hot, creamy slot. Her tongue lapped greedily on the trapped honey clinging to the vagina, walls.
The musky nectar incensed Beth's libido to wanton, raging heights and she lapped hungrily on the weeping vulva-meat, vacuuming in each golden drop of seeping dew.
Nell's rampaging, fiery lust couldn't wait any longer for Beth's tongue. She needed it on her swollen clit. She needed the ecstatic release it would give her. She humped her hips violently, trying to force Beth's tongue to her clitoris, trying to hasten its wet trail to the ape of her vulva.
"Oh, Beth, darling, please, the clit! Don't ignore the clit! My body's falling apart. Grab the little prick and make me come! Please, please, please!" Her body writhed and contorted and quivered in torturous complaint, crying out in anguished pleas for erogenous fulfillment.
Beth's tongue flicked over the tip of the aching bud and it leaped up to meet the thick, coarse organ that flitted by in a teasing promise.
"Grab it! Suck it! Pull it! Do anything you want to it, but make me come! I can't stand much more! My body's shaking apart!" Nell screeched in billowing rapture as her fingers tore into the mattress and her hips jerked uncontrollably.
Beth seized the blood-engorged, erectile organ in her teeth and cannibalistically bit into the pulpy finger of flesh.
"Harder, harder! Pull it! Mash it!" she screamed. "Give me your pussy! I want your lovely, juicy pussy on my mouth. I want us to come together! I want to taste the honey-cum from your beautiful cunt. Give me your pussy, my love, my darling sister!" Her voice came out in urgent gasps as she clutched Beth's legs, anxious to have the red-hot meat of Beth's love muscle seeping into her mouth.
Beth, in a rampant, frenetic lust, quickly assumed a sixty-nine position and straddled over Nell's face on her knees, making sure she never left the scalding heat of Nell's quivering, miniature penis.
Beth dug her fingers into Nell's ass and pulled her titian crotch to her mouth. She hastily spread the creamy, pink pussy-lips and shoved her rutting mouth into the gaping slot. Her white teeth snapped at the agonized clit, gnashing it with a wanton fury. Her finger delved into the deep crevice of Beth's ass and poked through the puckering ring of the sphincter muscle. She frantically reamed the slippery lining of the anal passage while her teeth bit and pulled and tugged on Beth's wildly throbbing clit.
Their beauteous faces buried deep into the apex of each other's crotch, violently tearing at each other's erotic nerve center. Their lithe, curvaceous bodies poured salty sweat as they fused into a sodden lump of quaking, quivering, thrashing flesh.
The angry, guttural sounds of soaring passion were muted in each other's cunt-meat, lost in the slurping erotic sounds their mouths made as they furiously sucked each other to orgiastic oblivion.
Nothing existed for them. There was no haven, no city, no world, no universe. Nothing had substance but their lust. The only thing which mattered was their impassioned desire to satisfy the other's carnal hunger.
Higher, higher, higher, higher they soared, up into a never-never world of multi-colored shooting stars, sparkling moon dust, shimmering rainbows and fleecy clouds of spun gold.
Their simultaneous orgasms erupted in a kaleidoscope of wildly vivid colors and cascading sparks and then they were whirled in the vortex of a powerful maelstrom, to be sucked below the violent surface to float in a tranquil sea of ecstatic serenity.
Slowly, they floated down to the earthly folds of the dank mattress, to lie in enervated contentment. Beth utilized her last ounce of strength to switch her body around and nuzzle her face into the softness of Nell's neck.
They wanted to speak, to express their feelings for each other, but nothing would come. Their dry mouths still tasted of the exquisite honey of the other's love-hole and it lulled them into a contented torpor.
There would be plenty of time to speak, plenty of time to further explore the wonders of each other's body. For the moment, they were content to feel the warmth of each other, the softness of each other.
Beth drifted off into a deep, wonderful sleep.
Nell's asshole still pained her from the many ass-rapes, but she was happy and she soon dropped off to sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Nell was unpleasantly surprised to see the Master when she awoke.
"I want you," he said. He kissed her and ran his hands over her body. Her tits, her hips, her behind. "I want you to suck me off. I love it when a girl takes her time and blows me. It's the most sensational thing I ever experience. I want it. I want it all."
Involuntarily she felt her passion rise and quickly undressed him, refusing to let him help. She was on her knees and drew down his shorts. He was naked now. She stayed on her knees and played with his lance. It stiffened and soon was at full erection.
"Yes," he said. "You can make it stiff. Look at it. Like a poker. You did that."
Then she held his cock by the thick base and licked at the coral ridge and the tip of her tongue pressured against the glans.
He groaned. "Yes. Oh yes. Suck me off. Suck me off good. Take it all in. I love you when you suck it. It's all wet and gummy. Come on now, suck it."
She slipped his tool into her mouth and her head bobbed. In and out of her shameless mouth went his hard cock. She handled his balls as she sucked him off.
His fingers spread over her well-shaped skull. He looked down at her moving head. He saw his prick go in and out of her wet soft gummy mouth. He felt her fingers squeezing his testicles. It was agony, a pleasant agony. It felt like his cock had been enveloped by a piece of wet raw liver. His ass started moving, driving his tool deep into her mouth, almost down her throat.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," he groaned. "Argh-h-h-h-h."
His tool was swollen with blood. His balls were heavy with semen. Her mouth devoured his cock. "I'm going to come," he groaned. "I'm going to come."
The hot white liquid spewed out and she gulped down his offering. She swallowed it all.
When he was drained he lay back on the bed. "That was terrific," he said.
He hugged her to him when she crawled into bed. He kissed her and he felt her warm breasts against his chest. He passed his hands down her naked back to her sore asshole.
"Whatever you want," he whispered to her.
She kissed his chest and then lay on her belly, presenting him with her tight buttocks.
He kissed the space between her sharp shoulder blades. His tongue traced a pattern down her spine to the rise of her ass. Then he nibbled on her buttocks with his teeth.
"That feels so divine," she admitted.
He separated her cheeks to expose the red and swollen anus. His head dipped and his tongue adventured across the cleavage. He licked at the opening, and then his tongue, thick, wet, rubbery, plunged it. He inched his tongue all the way inside her back passage and then moved it about while she gasped and groaned. He rubbed her thighs and slipped his hand up and his Fingers darted into the opening of her cunt. He pistoned his fingers in and out of her opening while he plundered her asshole with his tongue.
The combination was more than Nell could stand. She groaned and writhed and a thousand little devils punished her with sharp jabs of their pitchforks. Tingles of ecstasy made her body hum. She came again and again. Still she wasn't satisfied.
She turned over and spread her thighs so wide it hurt. "Suck my cunt," she ordered. "Suck it good."
His mouth went to her cunt area. He licked at the hair-lined thick lips of her pussy. He went inside and she gasped. He reached in and found the padded fleshy tunnel walls soaking with lubrication. Her cunt tasted sour-sweet. He licked and sucked and ate. He bit her tender flesh while she moaned from the frontal attack. She came again and held his head tight against her so that he couldn't escape. He kept sucking her cunt. His tongue pressed against the love button and she grinded her hips and her screams filled the room as she climaxed again. Then she released him.
Her body was covered with sweat beads. "I could make a fortune if I could package you and put you on the market. You'd make every girl happy, master."
He rubbed her belly and pressed himself against her.
"Don't tell me you're hot again?" she said.
"Just thinking about that wonderful mouth of yours gets me hot," he said.
"Too much of a good thing," she said. "Why don't you lay me? Or don't you believe in fucking?"
"You can help first," he suggested.
She laughed. "By frenching you a little."
"Yes."
"Let me try it this way." She moved her body and soon her mouth was hovering over his cock. She licked at the head and then nibbled on it. She took the tower into her mouth and it stiffened. Her teeth scraped the sides of his prick and he gasped. It felt good. But it wasn't the same as when she'd sucked his cock before. But she was good at sucking and soon he was at the boiling point.
"Let me fuck your ass!" he gasped.
"No," she said. "Not the asshole. It's too sore. I've been raped in the ass till it's a bloody pulp, and I won't allow it anymore. Fuck me in my cunt."
Then she lay back, her knees up, and she spread her legs for him. He measured his body against hers and she guided his tool to the cunt hole. His dick inched inward and his balls banged against the crack of her ass as he started pumping in and out of her pussy. The surrounding wetness and warmth sent shivers down his spine. He took hold of her tits and squeezed them as he fucked her with all his strength.
Their entwined bodies moved slowly at first and then the tempo increased. She shuddered and came first and he banged her harder, his tool jack- hammering away, in and out, and she mashed her tits against his chest. She scraped his back and shoulders with her sharp nails.
"Fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me. Spill your load into my cunt. Come, master, fuck me good. Fuck me good in my hot cunt."
His cock moved faster and harder and he groaned as he felt the trembling of his pulsing cock inside the wet sheath of her warm cunt.
"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck me."
His ass moved wildly, up and down, driving his cock in and out of her lubricated pussy. His shaft throbbed as it plundered her cunt hole. He kissed her tits, bit her nipples, as he exploded. The heavy load left his cock and filled the love tunnel, spilling out and oozing down the crack of her ass.
She sighed as his cock came out of her pussy. "Wait a minute," she said. "Let me clean it for you."
She lapped at his prick, cleaning it of sperm and cunt juice. Soon it glistened. She held it lovingly in her palm as it dwindled down to a limp worm.
She ran her hand down his body to his lean belly.
"You get some sleep now, baby. I'll wake you when I need you."
"I'll bet it'll be soon," he said.
"Damn right."
He put his head on her tit and closed his eyes. He let out a long sigh.
She ran soothing fingers over his forehead. She felt a slight maternal instinct for him. She had never felt anything like that before for any other man, even Bill Black. She realized that she had come to like the master. She knew it would be easy for a woman to fall in love with him. But the woman would have to be foolish to fall in love with a maniac. She was glad she wasn't that foolish.
She heard his soft snoring and knew he was asleep. Her feelings for the master were mixed.
After all, he was the man who had raped her asshole so brutally.
She wished he'd sleep forever, but she also knew her body wanted something different. She wanted as much sex as she could get from him. The master was an amazing lover.
She lay there thinking about it all, hearing him snore, waiting for him to awaken for more.
When he awoke, she knew she wanted more. She licked her lips.
"Roll over here," Nell said.
He rolled over, and then he got up and stood over her. Her hand went out and played with his penis. Her fingers pressed against the tool, pumping it. It started to perk up. Her eyes seemed to light up when she saw the elongated structure, throbbing, ready for action. She let go the instrument and stood up. She took away the blanket that covered her naked body.
The master knelt over her.
"Work on me," she said, closing her eyes. "My tits. Massage them. Rub them good."
It was like kneading dough. His fingers seemed to sink into the soft flesh. He rubbed her tits, massaged them, and the nipples, large and brown, blossomed into erectness. He molded them and she moaned heavily. He kept working on her breasts for a long time.
"Go down to my belly," she said, opening her eyes.
His hands went down to her rounded belly and the navel was very deep, almost bottomless. He rubbed her stomach while she sighed.
"My thighs," she said.
Her thighs were soft, pliant. He rubbed them while Nell looked at him and licked her lips.
"Go down on it," she said.
He looked up at her.
"Eat my cunt," she said.
Her asshole twitched, sensitized as it had become from the repeated anal rapes. When it twitched like that, she had learned it meant she wanted sex.
His hands went down to her rounded belly again, feeling the soft flesh, kneading it. He bent his head and realized that her pussy smelt like fine perfume. The scent made him delirious. He saw the deep hole and his cock began to twitch. Her cunt lips were rubbery and thick. Her pubic hair was abundant.
He licked at her soft, inner thighs and her hands crawled over his head. He nibbled on the flesh and she moaned. He went to the heavy folds of her groin and licked there. Her fingers covered his ears and moved his head so that his mouth was against her damp cunt.
His tongue swept over the round-shaped pussy and she whimpered. His tongue snaked inside and she groaned. He licked at the spongy tunnel walls.
The pink flesh was soft as butter.
"So nice," she moaned.
Her clitoris came alive.
He ate at the spongy meat as she moved her body and her whimpers filled the room. She gasped every time his teeth bit gently around her enlarged clitoris. His hands went over her body to her soft breasts. He squeezed the mounds, pinched the nipples.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned. Her soft throat palpitated. Sweat beads dotted her forehead. "Suck it good. Make me come. Lick it. Lick it good. I want to come!"
He sucked in the sweet-sour meat and it was juicy, soaking with passion juice. He sucked on it as he fondled her tits.
She felt the throbbing in her honey pit and knew she would soon be coming. His tongue was making her crazy, making her frenzied. She loved his teeth against the throbbing clitoris. She was soaring skyward.
The Master continued sucking hard on the captured meat. His fingers worked frantically on the flesh of her bosom. He heard her heavy panting and knew she was climbing to the edge of completion.
Every muscle in Nell's body writhed. She reached the heights of sexual endurance. With the final consummation she let go with a piercing cry. Explosive shocks left her limp and exhausted.
There was a huge grin on her puffy face. She had thoroughly enjoyed every second of the licentious pleasure.
The master's manhood was throbbing. The erection was painful. He climbed over her, his cock hard, the piss hole dripping the fluid.
Her hand closed over his cock, pumping it for a few seconds, then guiding the knob to the cave-like opening.
He lunged and he was well entrenched.
"Feels so nice," she murmured. "Fuck me, Master, fuck me good. I like a good fuck now."
She responded as he pistoned his cock in and out of the wet cavern. She wildly enjoyed the stuffing of his hard prick. She smiled as she felt the friction of his driving cock against the flesh walls of her love tunnel.
He closed his hand over her huge globes as he fucked her. His cock rubbed against the sides of her cunt and the flesh was wet, soft. His ass moved wildly as he screwed her.
The master was aroused to the fever pitch of excitement. The wetness surrounded his moving prick reminded him of Nell's mouth. He shivered as he kept moving his cock in and out of the lubricated maw. His body was whipping itself into a lustful delirium.
There was the slap of flesh against flesh as his lean belly slammed against her soft stomach. He groaned and his cock jerked inside the wet sheath of her cunt. Hot liquid spewed out, drenching the tunnel, hitting her cervix. He kept pumping inside her till he emptied out every single pearly drop.
He stayed like that till his cock deflated. Then he rolled off her soft body.
She sighed. "You're damned good," she said. "Damned good, Master."
"I dig it," was all he said.
With an effort, she rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. He stayed in bed and listened to the flush of the toilet. Then she came back. He saw the droop of her enormous tits. She got into bed and ran her hands over his body.
"You're much better than Bill Black," she admitted. And she meant it.
All day, on and off, she fucked and sucked the Master. The only orifice she rested was her sore asshole.
Late that night, she fell asleep beside Beth. She was feeling a lot better about things.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Beth and Nell awakened to find a policeman looking down at them. They could hear scrambling and angry voices as they dashed for their dresses and quickly slipped them on.
"Okay, love children, the fun and game time is over. Let's go," the cop said, motioning with his head toward the door.
"We're not hippies," Nell said. "We gave one of the girls a ride out here and they held us against our will."
"Sure, and I'm little boy blue. Let's go!" he said, raising his voice.
"It's the truth," Beth put in. "That's our car. Our purses with identification and money are in it. Please believe me. I'm telling the truth."
"If you're telling the truth, you have nothing to worry about. Let's go," he repeated, becoming annoyed.
"We're staying at the Limelight Motel in town. Check with them," Nell insisted, stepping closer to the policeman.
He sighed in frustration. "We'll check your story at the station. Now, are you going to move, or do we have to cuff you and take you forcibly?"
They knew he meant business and walked out of the room. As they entered the main room, they saw the master being led out, his wrists manacled.
They were put into a bus with the rest of the girls, while the men were loaded into another. Two cops were assigned to drive their car, the big Buick and other cars to the police station.
Alice and Jane sat across the aisle from Nell and Beth on the humiliating ride to town.
"Alice and me are going to juvenile hall," Jane said, starting the conversation with Nell and Beth.
"I wouldn't care if they were sending you to the gas chamber," Nell snapped.
"Please don't be mad at us. We had no place to go. The master gave us a goal. He understood us. That's something our parents never did!" Jane said.
"Understanding is a two-way street. Did you ever try to understand your parents? I'm sure they had a better goal in mind than a trip to juvenile hall," Beth said.
"I guess so," Alice said, sadly. "But the master sure blew my mind. He told it like it is," she went on, then thoughtfully hesitated a moment. "Didn't he?"
"This bus has bars on it. Does that answer your question?" Nell asked, but she was thinking about the magic of sex with the master.
Alice folded her arms across her chest and leaned morosely back in her seat.
"I'm sorry we got you in this hangup," Jane said. "We didn't know the fuzz was gonna bust us."
"Why didn't you tell them that we weren't part of your unique commune?" Beth asked.
"We did," Alice answered, crossing her heart, "but they wouldn't believe us."
Both Beth and Nell, in spite of their predicament felt sorry for the others. They were not too bright, aimless types destined to be unwitting pawns of unscrupulous men for the rest of their lives.
"Thanks for trying," Beth said, trying to ease the obvious guilt Alice was feeling.
Alice smiled appreciatively and leaned back in her seat.
The rest of the long, depressing ride to town was finished in silence.
At the station, the younger girls were separated from the group and taken to juvenile hall.
The rest of the girls were placed in the tank with the older women.
Beth and Nell were allowed the comfort of the lieutenant's office when it was substantiated by the pictures on their licenses that they were from San Francisco and that Beth was the registered owner of the car and that they still had quite a bit of money in traveler's checks, in their names.
As they waited for the manager of the motel to arrive at the police station and identify them as the occupants of the motel room up until the evening of the preceding night, that their bags were still there, they learned that the hippies had been under surveillance for a week. The stolen Buick brought them sweeping down on the hippie Place.
At long last, the manager arrived and put the final piece into the puzzle, then Beth and Nell were free to go.
Outside, Nell got one last shock. There was a battered van parked in the police lot beside their car. Among the arrested was a man named Bill Black.
They signed the depositions they had dictated and signed a commitment to return for the trial.
The master was charged with possession and use of narcotics, rape and kidnapping.
Once free, Beth and Nell showered, packed and paid their bill. Nell tooled the car to the nearest freeway and headed for San Francisco, taking a solemn oath not to talk to strangers or anyone who was shoeless and wore a beard.
As the car sped along the wide highway, she knew that the whole experience had served to crystallize her outlook on sex and the future. She mused on the words that the master had so often repeated during the horrendous night and she felt there was a great deal of truth in what he said, even if he did use catch phrases with an ulterior motive.
He had proved to her that she was sexually motivated, that it would play an important part in her future and that she would never marry. She knew it would be impossible for her, with her tremendous sexual drive, to remain true to one man or one woman. Besides, Bill was now out of her life.
It was an indisputable fact and she quite calmly accepted it. She wouldn't have realized it the day before, but that was a millennium ago. Ages before, she sucked and fucked, male and female, in a wanton display of carnal animalism and anal rape.
One minor question remained unanswered. How far would she go to satisfy the raging lust in her groin? It had become an intriguing point which fascinated her. Even that was a change from the night before. It fascinated her, not disturbed her, not gnawed at her psyche. It fascinated her.
She knew she would soon find the answer. She eagerly looked forward to it.
As Nell stayed locked in her private thoughts, so did Beth. She too, reflected on the master's words. And in a perverse way she felt sorry for him. Sorry that he was unfortunate enough to have the stultifying hump on his back, unfortunate enough to be stunted in his growth, and unfortunate that he didn't channel his keen perception to more productive use.
His words had had no real impact on her, but his actions had. She had been aware that she was oversexed, but she hadn't known to what degree. The master correlated her scrambled thoughts on the subject and determined for her the degree. It was the highest degree. She was fully and completely sex-oriented and it precluded marriage. It was predestined that she would never remain true to one man and she respected him too much to bring marriage, infidelity and divorce into his life.
Her dilemma was finally and irrevocably settled. She was free to return to college and become a social worker without the restricting bonds of matrimony. She would indulge her lust as she saw fit and fulfill her ambition.
She looked at Nell, saw the white of her panties beneath the hiked-up skirt and smiled warmly.
Nell glanced over and saw her sister's radiant smile.
"Why the smile?" she asked.
"I was thinking about last night. How lovely you are," Beth answered.
"You know Nell, I'd never felt as contented and secure as I did in your arms." Nell's voice had a dreamy quality to it.
"It was wonderful, wasn't it?" Beth asked as she leaned over and kissed Nell on the cheeks.
"I was thinking," Nell started.
"What?"
"When we go back to school, why don't we get an apartment together?"
"That's a marvelous idea!" Beth enthused. "We'll get it near the school and fix it up into a dream house. It's agreed, okay?"
"Okay, roommate," Nell agreed.
"Now I have a suggestion," Beth said, smiling impishly.
"What's that?" Nell asked.
"Hurry up and get this fucking car to San Francisco, I can't wait to get you in bed!"
Nell laughed and floored the accelerator.
Beth settled back in the seat and let her eyes slump closed. All was well that ended well. She didn't have to tell Nell about her affair with Bill Black, what she knew about what the war had done to him, and how he had raped and killed in Vietnam.
She didn't have to tell how he'd formed the rape-ass gang with his returned buddies, and how she'd been talked into joining. Beth could leave all that for later.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Nell's life could not be the same as it had been. Back in the big house on Russian Hill, back with her family in San Francisco, she found her feelings different from before. Her asshole healed, but her mind remained scarred.
She wasn't the pure girl she had been when she and Beth had embarked on the trip across country. She had seen her future life with Bill Black go down the tubes, and she had been deflowered. She had enjoyed sex with the boys from Texas, and she had been shown a new life by the sex-crazed "master."
Now she was cock-hungry. She adored Beth, but it was not enough to sustain her. She wanted it in her cunt, the hot thickness of a man's prick.
And she wanted it in her asshole.
More than anything else, the ass rapes had taken their toll on her. She day-dreamed of it, thought about it when she was in bed with Beth. Always a penis in her asshole, always the full length of it sliding in and out of her rectum. She longed to have her bung-hole violated.
She lay on her bed one evening, Beth away on a date. She was naked, lying on her back, dreaming about the time Ron, the Dallas football stud, had reamed out her asshole. She dreamed about that even more than she dreamed about the time Bill did it forcibly... and she certainly dreamed about that enough.
Unconsciously, she began to finger her cunt, at the same time dipping a finger of the other hand into her hungry anus.
Suddenly, she heard a sound, and opened her eyes to see a strange and extraordinary sight. It was her father, Dr. Dorman, the eminent surgeon. He was naked, stark naked, and his cock was standing out at an angle.
It wasn't as big as the ones she'd seen in Salt Lake City, nor was it quite the size of Bill Black's, but it was big enough to excite her and big enough to make her stare.
"Don't be afraid," she heard him say in a low voice.
Then he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he took the hand that was still inside her pussy. He took it firmly in his hand so that she could not pull away, and he held it firmly down into her quim so that she would not take her fingers out. Then he began to jiggle it up and down so that she was frigging her cunt some more.
He did the same in her ass.
"Oh," she pleaded, tears running down her face. "Oh Dad."
"Don't worry," he said calmly. "All girls play with themselves. It's normal. You should be enjoying it, and you should be enjoying me."
She felt herself about to orgasm.
"Oh," she moaned. "Daddy."
"Just lie back and enjoy it," she heard him say, as she faded back into an ecstasy-filled star- studded blackness. Her asshole was alive again.
His voice was soothing.
And so was his hand, holding hers, helping her bring on her own orgasm, frigging asshole and cunt.
"Oh," she heard herself say as if it were the voice of someone else very far away. "I think I'm going to come, Daddy."
"Go ahead," he said. "Enjoy the thrilling feel your own body can give you. I know about Bill and Ron and the Master. Beth told me. I know what you've been through, and I know how you've been turned onto sex. I know about the ass- raping."
"Oh-h-h," she moaned. "I'm coming now. I'm coming!"
"Good," he heard the distant voice say to her.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned. Then she screamed. "OH!!! I'm coming. I'm coming! I'm co-o-o-o-ming!"
Then she lay back and tried to catch her breath. Finally, she was able to open her eyes and look at her father.
"I'm so ashamed," she said. "You caught me... you know... "
"Don't worry, I told you," replied Dr. Dorman. "Everyone in the world masturbates at some time or another, especially at your age. I used to pull off."
Then, realizing that he was naked, she raised her head and looked down at his cock. It was standing out straight and stiff like the Coit Tower, and it suddenly occurred to her; Dad is naked! In my room. He came here to... he came her to... he's going to fuck me! He'll ass-fuck me!
She started to jump up off the bed, but he restrained her.
"I don't want to!" she said. "Not in the ass!"
"I want you!"
"Please!"
"Calm yourself, Nell I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. I promise you that. Now relax. Lie back."
He put a pillow, doubled over, beneath her, and she lay back onto it. His cock was still standing out strongly, and as he talked to her in soothing tones, promising that he wouldn't make her have sex with him, she began to feel more and more aroused. It was a cock. Like the ones she had dreamed about back home, like the one the Master had, like the big one that Bill had. She began to feel excited. Here was a live man sitting on the edge of her bed, and his penis was right there in front of her. And she was naked. Nude. Bare. Right in front of a naked man. And he had a penis, big and hard. It didn't matter that he was her dad.
She'd never seen it up close like that. It was pink with a darker pink head, and it had little blue and red veins in it. She wanted to reach out and touch it. She wanted to stroke his cock.
She couldn't take her attention from off his swollen rod, and he made no attempt to cover it up, nor did he show any embarrassment that she was staring right at it. He didn't try to make her feel uncomfortable at her staring or at her own nudity.
"Would you like to touch my penis?" he said in a soft voice.
She turned her head away from him.
"I'd like you to," he said.
She turned back and looked up into his liquid eyes.
"I... I... don't know," she stammered in a feeble voice.
"Try it," he said with a pleasant smile. "You'll like the touch of it."
She looked down from his face to his bone, and saw that it was bobbing slightly, expanded fully and pitched upward at a high angle. It was obvious that he was very excited.
At the same time, she felt his hand touch her leg and move up toward the inside of her thigh. Then she felt the touch on the outer lips of her pussy. Soon, the fingers were probing and she felt the heat course through her body. A man was touching her cunt, and she was wildly excited.
"Oh," she purred. "Oh Dad."
She made no attempt to stop him from what he was doing. She neither moved his hand nor attempted to clamp closed and prevent his entry. She just let his fingers explore the inside of her vagina and anus. His fingertips went up and down the soft and delicate inner lips, and then found their way to her clit. He went all the way up her rectum.
He massaged the rectum, manipulating it around and around in a circular motion.
She liked it.
And then she felt another orgasm building within herself.
She closed her eyes and let herself drift. The excitement was building rapidly, as he expertly massaged her clitoris. He placed two fingers together and began to plunge them in and out of her pussy simulating the effect of a penis in action. Nell imagined that the Master was fucking her again.
In her mind, he was poised over her, his big bone deep within her cunt. He was rising up and falling down over her, thrusting his weapon deeply on each downstroke. She pictured his face, smiling as he banged her, and she could see his cock as it had looked when he'd first approached her.
That excited her tremendously.
She loved big cocks. She loved her dad's.
It was so long and thick, so well proportioned and pink.
Thinking about the Master,' penis as he dad frigged away at her box, she orgasmed wildly. Again and again she experienced the wild spasms of climax.
"O-h-h-h," she moaned. "I'm coming! I'm coming off again!"
And she did. She came furiously.
Again and again she came as he frigged cunt and ass, climaxing furiously, screaming in ecstasy.
She felt juices squooshing in her cunt as his fingers worked feverishly within her. Gradually, the ecstatic sensations subsided, and she came back to her senses.
"Oh," she said. "I don't know what to tell you. My asshole feels so good. My cunt."
"There's nothing to say," he replied cheerfully. "I'm glad that I'm able to make you happy. And for one thing, you can stop calling me Dad. Just call me Jack. After all, we've been intimate... in a way, so you might as well calf me by my first name."
"Okay, Jack," she smiled. "But you're still Dad in my mind."
Then he moved over her, taking her in his arms and bringing his face up close to her. Jack was not a bad looking man, and he wasn't very old, yet Nell turned away. When she did, he smiled pleasantly and got up from her.
"I won't ask you to do anything you don't want to do," he said, standing up.
"Oh, thank you Dad... I mean Jack," she replied, turning back to him.
She noticed that his cock was sticking out firm and hard.
"I... I'm sorry I can't satisfy you," she said.
"You can without us actually having sex," he suggested. "I'd prefer to fuck your ass... but " " She looked up at him wonderingly.
He smiled, a fatherly smile.
"You can just pet my thing if you'd like," he said. "Just pet it like it was a little kitten. I'd like that very much."
Nell sat up in the big bed, placing a second pillow over the first that was behind her. Propped up comfortably near the edge of the bed, she reached over for Jack's cock. He stepped closer to her so that she could easily touch it.
"Oh," she said. "It's hot."
He laughed.
"Of course it is," he said. "It's hot for you."
She began to stroke it gingerly, uncertain as to how firmly she could touch it. As she played with the penis, Jack reached down and began to fondle her breasts. A thrill went through her at the feel of his hand on her tit. .She had never let boys play with her naked breasts. Many times, of course, a boy had fondled her boob through her sweater and bra. She had thrilled to that, enjoying the sensation of warmth as he held the whole breast, squeezed it, and lifted it gently in its lacy cup. Before the Master, she'd been a virgin.
Now, however, she was feeling the touch of flesh against the flesh of her own breast. She felt the tickling sensation in her cunt that indicated still another orgasm to be building. Her asshole was alive.
At the same time, she thought that Jack was straining to withhold his own orgasm, to prolong the feeling of excitement as long as possible.
"It's so big, Jack," she said. "Could my ass take it?"
He grinned.
"There are lots bigger," he commented.
She had to smile at that. Jack knew that she'd seen much bigger cocks than his. She looked up at him, and he was still returning her smile.
Jack kept on fondling her breasts, sending chills of delight through her. He let a fingertip fall on one tiny nipple, and he gently massaged it around and around as he had just massaged her clitoris. She felt the excitement building in her quim as he caressed the little teat. Her asshole screamed.
"It's getting so swollen and red," she said of his bone.
"That's the way they get before they shoot off," he answered. "You know that, Nell."
"Does it feel good?"
"Ha. It sure does."
"I want it to feel good for you, Dad."
She went on frigging his dick, holding the whole thing firmly in the palm and fingers of her hand now. She ran the hand up and down the prick, up and down, up and down. He showed her exactly how he wanted it done, making her linger at the sensitive knob end, having her tend especially to the ultra-sensitive underside of the head. She would tighten slightly as she ran her hand over the end, then ease off as she worked her way back toward the big hairy balls.
"I'm going to come soon," he said in a hoarse voice. "Watch me."
Secretly, she had always wanted to see a penis shooting off. The idea had excited her ever since she had learned that the white sticky stuff shoots out of the same hole in the prick through which the piss comes. When she masturbated, she sometimes had just imagined a big dick shooting off the white stuff. She imagined that it flowed out in a long steady stream like pee.
Now she was about to see it and it thrilled her. Almost as much as a cock in her ass.
"Oh my God, Jack," she said.
He was grinning happily as she went on frigging him. He seemed to like it more than a fuck.
His dick was big and swollen, and he was breathing heavily. Beads of sweat could be seen standing out on his forehead. He was in ecstasy.
Suddenly his whole cock stiffened to a new firmness, grew to a new size.
"Oh Jack!" she exclaimed. "Daddy!"
"I'm going to come right now!" he said in a loud, excited voice. "Watch me, Nell!"
She watched the big cock closely, frigging it at a fast clip now. It was beautiful!
"Keep doing that!" he said.
She did. She frigged her father's cock wildly. "I'm going to come!"
And he did! Her own father!
As Nell stared in amazement, a throb went through the cock and a blast of sticky white semen shot out through the piss hole.
"Oh my God," she said. "Dad!"
Then the dick throbbed again, and another jet of jism came out. He was blowing his cock.
"A-h-h-h!" said Jack Dorman, throwing back his head in pleasure.
"Oh!" she shouted. "I love it, Dad!"
Another gob shot out. It was magnificent.
Then another. A beautiful gob of semen.
A fifth... A sixth. Dr. Dorman was blowing his cookies.
Then the prick went on throbbing as it had six times before, but nothing more came out.
"Oh, it's so exciting," said Nell, unconsciously frigging her pussy with her free hand. "Oh my God it's so exciting to see. You're actually shooting off. My God, Dad. Jack. Right in front of me. Shooting off with your peenie."
He laughed hoarsely, reaching his hand up from her breast to pat the top of her head.
"I knew you'd enjoy it," he said. "And you've made me very happy. My dick feels so good. That's it. Keep rubbing it gently the way you're doing. Oh, that feels so good."
She kept on caressing his big cock, even though it had diminished in size and firmness, and was gradually returning to normal.
Then she came off from her frigging and the excitement of touching a man's cock and seeing it shoot off all over.
She felt the climax wrack her body, and as it was happening, Jack drew her head toward him... and she let him. Suddenly she was feeling his body against her face. Her eyes were tightly shut. She felt some hair against her nose and mouth, and she could smell the odor of his orgasm.
Her hand, still on his cock, was near her cheek, and she took the penis and pressed it against the side of her face. It felt good.
She opened her eyes. Jack moved a hand down to her cunt and began to frig it some more. She was now rubbing his dick fondly as it pressed hotly against her cheek, and he was rubbing the inside of her cunt. They went on doing that for some time.
"That feels wonderful," he said to her.
"I like the feel of your penis on my face," she said, amazing herself with her own words. But she did like the feel. His cock was soft and warm, and it felt like a little animal.
"Do my asshole," she pleaded.
She liked it!
She liked her father's cock on her cheek.
And she liked what he was doing to her cunt... and her ass.
Her climax began to build gradually again. She had read that the female of the human species is multi-orgasmic, and once or twice she had lain in her bed at home continuously playing with herself and dreaming about cocks and boys and fucking in her ass. She had managed several mild orgasms after the first two good ones, but now she first knew what it meant to be a woman, to be capable of endless orgasms. Maybe the right ass-fuck would do it.
She came again.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h," she cried out. "Oh my God, I'm coming off. O-h-h-h-h-h, Dad! Dad!
"I'm c-o-o-o-oming!" she screamed in sheer ecstasy. "O-h-h-h-h-h. Dad! Dad! Dad!"
She spasmed with a wild climax.
When she had calmed down again, she was aware that Jack's dick was fully hard again... and it was blazing hot against her cheek. Her heart was pounding as she took the bone away from her face. She went on frigging the hell out of it.
"Oh! O-h-h-h," Jack said. "It's feeling so good."
She watched it grow hard. It was a fine dick.
She watched it swell. It was beautiful.
She watched it turn red and saw the veins stand out. She was in love with Dr. Dorman's cock.
Then she turned it toward her.
She wanted to feel the hot blast of come in her face, just as she had dreamed the feel of it many nights before.
She wanted to get jismed on. She longed for that.
And she got it!
Jack shot off in her face, and the gobs of cream hit her first in the nose, then high of the cheek as she started to turn away, and finally -- as she turned back and uttered an exclamation -- right in the mouth. She closed her mouth fast when she felt it go in and tasted it, but then it was too late. He came off once or twice more, then subsided.
Nell had a mouthful of Jack's semen, and she didn't know what to do with it. It was so bitter.
She swallowed it.
The next thing she knew, Jack was sitting beside her on the bed, embracing her. She was pretty much sexed out at that point, otherwise the thrill of sitting naked in bed with a naked man would have sent her off again. Jack was holding her tenderly, like any father.
"My God," she said, "I swallowed your... oh my God!"
"That's okay," he said consolingly. "Lots of women enjoying swallowing it after they go down on a guy. It's okay. Don't worry about it."
She was silent for a while. They sat in a close embrace. He must be right. After all, he was a doctor.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
In the days that followed, Nell regularly had sex with Dr. Dorman. Her mother seemed to know nothing about it, or perhaps she didn't care. All Nell knew was that she was in heaven.
The best she ever had it was the day she talked him into feigning a rape... an anal rape.
They had worked it all out in advance. It was to be done on a night when her mother was out, and Beth was at a friend's home studying. Nell was fully clothed, sitting and reading a book in the large living room of the Russian Hill house. Neither she nor her Dad had fucked for a week, to properly prepare them for the night.
He was going to break into the house, rape her in the ass to get her juices flowing, the fuck her cunt to a fare-thee-well. It was to be a culmination of everything that had happened to her, the ass- rape by Bill Black, the ass-fucking by Ron and the action with his friend Hal, not to mention the fantastic efforts of the Master and his crew. It was going to be rape, fucking in the front and the back, and incest... the delicious experience she had learned from Beth.
She sat there, staring unseeingly at her book, imagining and recollecting all these things, feeling the anticipation in her pussy, the twinge of eroticism in her asshole.
Then, she heard a sound.
Her head snapped around. Someone was breaking into the big house, through a kitchen window. She heard heavy footsteps, knew it wasn't the Doctor even before she saw the looming form of the huge, strange man.
"N-o-o-o!" she screamed, but it was too late.
The man was on her, throwing her book aside, knocking her to the floor.
He ripped off her skirt, tearing it to shreds, then followed with her thin blouse. She was down to bra and panties as he kissed all over her body, fondled her breasts and ass.
Then she understood.
Her Dad had sent the man.
She laughed, and he ignored it, tearing off her - bra, ripping her panties away. She was naked now, and the man flipped her over on her stomach, spread the cheeks of her ass and felt the puckered hole with a finger.
She heard a zipper being undone. Then she felt the swollen end of a cock at the entrance to her rectum. She relaxed, letting everything go.
The fat cock slid up her ass, all the way up.
"O-h-h-h-h-h!" she groaned.
She loved it. It was big, and it hurt, but she loved the feel of a cock up her ass. And she loved the idea of being raped. She adored it.
In and out of her asshole the cock plunged. Nell lay there, her big breasts flattened against the carpet. She was relishing every moment of it. She heard the groaning of the man, felt his hot breath on the back of her neck, his heavy, rough hands pawing all over her.
His full weight was on her now as he pumped in and out of her asshole.
She was getting fucked in the ass again, raped to hell, and that's what she loved. She knew it now. She'd rather get fucked in the ass with the violence of a maniac than anything else in the world. It was her thing.
In and out the cock went, till she suddenly heard the loud groan of orgasm and felt the channel made slick by the spewing of hot come. Then the man lay over her motionless.
It must have been twenty minutes later that he got off her and stripped off all his clothes. She got up and kissed him, sat him beside her on the couch.
"I don't know who you are," she said, "but I love your cock."
Then he put his arms around her and hugged her to him. Her naked breasts pressed up against his naked chest, and it excited her. He kissed her full on the mouth, and a thrill of excitation ran through her.
They sat on the couch kissing for some time, and then Nell reached down and stroked his cock.
"Hey," he said. "Go easy or I'll shoot off all over the place before I get in you again."
She giggled and let go of his cock.
The man began to ease her over on her back on the couch. She let herself be guided by him. He worked his way over her, and soon he was lying on top of her and kissing her hard. She was wildly excited, and she felt the juices collecting in her cunt.
He reached a hand down to her pussy, and he began to stroke the outside of the vulva. It aroused her to greater passion and she let a moan slip from her lips uncontrollably. He smiled at that, and kissed her hard again.
His fingers were now tracing a path up and down her cunt, just caressing lightly the outside of the slit. He did that for some time, and then he worked a finger in between the outer lips. It excited her more, and she felt the heat build in her twat.
He was now touching the inner lips, running his finger smoothly over them. He then tugged gently on them, each in turn, giving her a sensation she had never felt before. It was so sudden, that she came uncontrollably.
"Oh!" she screamed. "I'm coming!! Oh, how good. I'm coming off!"
"That's beautiful," he said. "That's beautiful. Just lie back and enjoy it."
He kept on tugging at her cunt lips until she had come off wildly.
When she was done, he removed his hand from her quim and brought it up to one of her breasts. He took the whole full breast firmly in his grip and began to caress it. He molded it with his hand, kneading it and feeling the firmness.
She sighed aloud, enjoying the touch of his smooth hands on her boobs.
Then he began to caress the nipple with the tip of his finger. It felt good to her, and she felt the stirrings in her cunt again.
"You have marvelous breasts," he said. "They're perfect."
"T-thank you," she said.
She was lying back with her eyes closed, reveling in the sensations he was giving her. Her breasts were always sensitive, and it excited her to near orgasm to have him tickling the nipple the way he was doing. After a while she felt him bend down toward the breast and take the nipple between his lips. He nipped lightly at it, touching it with the tip of his tongue. Then he kissed and licked all over the nipple, the tiny surrounding circle of darker pink and the whole breast itself.
She was almost on the verge of coming.
"My pussy!" she said. "Touch my pussy now and make me come."
He did.
He returned his hand to her cunt, and worked a finger inside again. He played with the lips for some time, and then he let his touch travel up to her clitoris. He found the tiny organ, and began to press it with his fingers.
"O-h-h-h!" she screamed. "That's it. Right there. Do it like that."
He went on touching her there, making her scream. Making tears form in her eyes and run down her cheeks. She climaxed again.
"O-H-H-H-H-H!!!!!" she screamed. "I'm going to go off again. Oh! Here I go! I'm coming off again. Oh! I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm c- o-o-o-o-o-oming!!! "
"Good," she heard him say. "Good. I want you to be happy."
He made her happy, with his touch, with his kisses, and with his words.
She came off wildly, and her hot box was filled with passionate juices.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" she shouted.
Finally her passion subsided, and she lay there panting.
Suddenly she heard his voice.
"Are you on the Pill?"
"Nope."
"Wait," he said.
He hopped up off her and went over to his pants. He hunted around inside and came out with a Trojan.
"I haven't used one of these in over a year," he said. "Hope it doesn't bust."
She laughed.
He came over to her, his penis at half mast now.
"Let me do you," she said.
"Okay."
She grabbed his cock as he sat down on the couch again, and began to caress it. It came quickly back to attention. She played with it until it was stiff and standing straight out again. Meanwhile, he had removed the foil. He gave her the rolled up condom. She took it and glanced over it. It was the first one she had ever seen. She unrolled it a little, and placed it over the hard end of his dick. Then she gradually rolled it out over the full length of the hard bone.
When it was on, she lay back again, a smile on her face.
He moved over her, and placed his dick into her cunt.
"Tell me if it hurts," he said.
"Okay," she purred.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said. "It shouldn't be bad. I'm big down there you know, but you're no virgin."
She laughed when he said that, and patted him on the arm.
He held her two upper arms firmly but gently, leaned on his elbows on each side of her, and raised himself up on his knees between her legs. She spread her legs apart as much as the back of the couch would allow, and then drew her knees up a bit to spread her pussy open more for his entry.
He began to push inward.
She was wildly excited, the juices flowing inside her quim. It lubricated the way for his cock, and it was sliding deeply within her. It was better than his fingers had been, better than her fingers had been when she masturbated, better than the Master's crazy dildoe had been. She began to climax as soon as his dick parted her inner lips. She was hot all over, sweating profusely.
Her eyes were closed again, and she was floating in a black world of pure pleasure. She could feel the hot breath of her lover on her cheek, and he gradually penetrated her cunt with his cock. The knob end of the rubber-covered dick was now firmly set.
"Is it okay?" he asked.
"Go ahead," she urged. "It doesn't hut. It's okay. Go ahead, Sweetheart."
He began to thrust in and out.
Nell gripped him firmly about the back, hugging him close to her. He tightened the grip he had on her upper arms and pressed forward with his loins.
She felt the pain of pressure in her pussy, but it wasn't bad.
"Oh," she said. "Do it harder."
He did.
"Oh!" she cried, feeling a sharp pain.
"Is it okay?" he asked, poising over her.
"It's okay," she said, feeling a wetness in her cunt. "Go all the way." His cock was huge.
He did. He thrust again, and again.
He began to pump her furiously.
Raising his butt high in the air and bringing his hips forward with a strong but gentle thrust, he began to drive in and out of her.
She hugged him tight, enjoying the ecstatic feel of a cock deep within her cunt.
"A-h-h-h!" she said, as she felt herself building toward a climax. "That's it!"
He was pumping her hard now, driving his penis deep within her with a powerful rhythm. She was nearing climax, and so was he.
His strokes were coming fast and furious now, and she knew he was going to come off. She wanted them to orgasm together, so she held off as long as she was able.
"I'm going to come," she said, hoping that he would not hold off his orgasm any longer for her. "I'm going to come now."
He was driving furiously within her, and then she could hear the heavy breathing that accompanied his orgasm.
She let herself go. It was wonderful.
And she orgasmed wildly. She loved it.
They were both climaxing for all they were worth. They were made for each other.
It was wonderful. She was in ecstasy.
"O-h-h-h-h-h!" she screamed. "I'm coming. I'm coming. It's beautiful."
He was breathing heavily and hoarsely, and the pounding of his loins against her drove his dick deeply within her again and again.
It was miraculous for her.
She had never felt anything like it. She was delirious with joy. She orgasmed again and again, her whole being spasming with the keenest possible pleasure. The man was sliding in and out of her cunt with the power and regularity of a piston. It was an unbelievable sensation, having a penis deep within her, and feeling that she was pleasing a man she'd never even met before.
They went on fucking like that for some time, until gradually he slowed the pace of his pounding and came heaving to a stop. Then he lay over her, panting heavily. She was breathing heavily too, and they remained in a tight embrace.
Finally, their breath returned to normal, and they just lay there enjoying each other's bodies.
"Do you feel okay," he finally asked her, raising up his head to look her in the face.
"Wonderful," she said, opening her eyes and smiling at him.
That was how she felt. She loved to get laid.
She was fulfilled.
Completely fulfilled. She was exhausted.
And totally happy. She loved to get fucked.
"I sure hope that old bag didn't bust on us," he said. "I gave you quite a thumping."
She laughed.
"Oh don't worry about that. It's not the right time of the month for me anyway."
"Why didn't you tell me?" he said, in mock anger.
They both laughed together then, and afterwards they kissed.
The two of them lay together like that for some time. It was good. Good for both of them.
"I hope we can do this again," she said.
"As often as you like," he replied.
Then they heard voices outside.
"I guess we'd better get dressed," he said, pulling out from her and hopping off the couch.
He took off the dripping condom, and scooped up the bits of foil from the table in front of the couch. Then he found a downstairs bathroom and flushed everything down the john.
Minutes later, the man she had never seen an hour before, the man who had fucked her so beautifully in asshole and cunt, was out the door and gone.
Nell dressed in some fresh clothes, then curled up on the couch for some serious reading. It wasn't long before her father entered the room. As he stood there, she smiled at him and spoke.
"I dug it, Dad."
"Dug it?"
She laughed. "Sure," she said. "The guy you sent over."
