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 BEAUTIFUL

   -1

   The story was good for headlines in the tabloids, while the big citiy
papers ran it lower, on the front page.  Experts and psudo-experts were
called in to give their assessments and opinions.  Television talking heads
bantered from one end of the country to the other and even over-seas.  Some
stories, even on a single person, can be that important, and this one was.
The woman considered to be the most beautiful creature of this or, some
said, any century, was missing.  They feared for her life.  Local police
investigated the deranged fan theory, as well as the kidnap posibility.  No
ransom note had been delivered to anyone, but who knew in these cases?  One
day she was finishing up a modeling shoot, meeting with her agent, Cora
Brown, in regards to a new movie she was considering, her fifth.  The next
day, she was gone.  Her bank accounts were frozen, her business dealings
put on hold.  Nothing had been removed from either of her homes, nor it
seemed, disturbed in any way.  There had been no sign of a struggle, which
the authorities found heartening.  Of her three vehicles, one had been
thought to be missing untill it was returned by the garage into whose care
it had been intrusted.  The mechanic who regularly maintained the expensive
machine had said that the owner promised him an extra bonus if it could be
repaired by the weekend.

   She was loved the world over, every young boy knew her name, men of all
ages adored her, even women loved her.  Rumor was that even the Pope in
Rome had a secret crush on her and regularly confessed it as a sin.  Her
innocent beauty, coupled with her honest love of others was legendary.  It
was said that no flaw had ever been noted by any photographer fortunate
enough to work with her.  Her appearance was known to cause traffic jams of
epic proportions in any city.  If she happened to be modeling on a
particular section of beach, it was a certainity that the remaining portion
of the coastlline would be free of people.  Her publicist was quick to
point out that her client had always welcomed the attention with wonder and
glee, was always happy to spend time with her fans so long as time
permitted, and was notably disappointed when it wasn't.  There were
naturally those who wished to exploit her, use her image for their personal
gain, use her body for their gratification.  The women who longed to mother
the orphaned beauty, those who lusted for her as a sex object, both men and
women, paled in number to those who merely loved her for the unbelieveable
beauty she was.  And now she was gone.  Where and why became the question
of the month.  Sightings of her in the Middle East, Russia, China, India,
South America, were rampant, name a country, someone had seen her.  She was
being held as a love slave by some perverted shiek who had paid millions
for her, had been seen at the feet of a shaman priest, was now hidiously
deformed by a flash fire caused by use of some exotic drug.  The stories
were everywhere.  Gone, like a thief in the night, her crime the empty
lives of her most rampant fans.

   Her own private life lay mostly hidden from public view, it was the
price she demanded, and got, for the public life she gave of so easily and
fully.  It was known that she had lost her parents at the age of seventeen.
A tragic plane crash had taken their lives while traveling in her behalf.
It was an event she, understandably, never quite got over.  Her parents had
supported her rise to fame but were rare in that they had not exploited her
as some "stagedoor" parents do.  She enjoyed the limelight from an early
age, but they had always told her that if it became more work than fun, she
should get out of the business.  Modeling had been her first job, and her
first love.  Films came later when it was found that she had a gift for
acting.  Directors clamored for her, and established stars enjoyed working
with her since she preferred to learn from them rather than see herself as
a star.  The movie director with whom she had been dealing was forced to
cast another up and comming starlet in the role written for her, but
secretly held out little hope for the film's succes.  Vanished, as the fog
under the blaze of the mid-morning sun.



   -2

   The fuel guage read between empty and bone dry as the battered Toyota
sputtered into the non-descript station.  The big sign simply said, GAS. 
"That's what I'm after!" muttered the driver.  After too many hours behind
the wheel, the driver had become immune to the scenery of the vast
mid-western plains, and only now looked around and actually saw things. 
Small, midwestern town, clean streets, happy looking children with their
mothers, even the cop on the corner was patting a child on the head
playfully, and the cashier who took the driver's money smiled.  "Nice town,
could be a nice place to live.  Worth a try," thought the driver. 
"Besides, it's time for a break.  Maybe here, finally, maybe here."

   "Can you recommend a decent place to catch lunch?"

   "Miss Birdie's Restaurant across the street has the best lunches west of
Bayview!" returned the cashier.

   "Thanks,' returned the weary traveller, who had already been on the road
for six hours by ten a m.  Breakfast had consisted of toast and coffee
before leaving the cheap motel, and it just wasn't going to last.  Time to
fuel the body as well as the tank.

   "WAITRESS WANTED - WILL TRAIN" read a sign in the window of the
restaurant.  "Wonder if they hire fat, homely, girls," mused the driver as
she steered the faithful little car towards "Miss Birdie's Family Style
Restaurant".

   The lunch crowd was gathering, boisterous, familiar, and good-natured.
Laughter seemed to be high on the menu of the clean and efficient eatery,
and the traveller noticed that Miss Birdie herself did much to foster it.

   "How about a nice steak, Birdie?" called out a customer.

   "I'd broil you one Chester," she returned, "if you hadn't sent over that
side of beef that took me two days to boil down to edibility!"

   A well dressed, heavy set, man in a booth turned and laughed loudly at
this bit of humor.

   "Don't know what you're laughing about Mr.  Bigshot, you just ate the
biggist slab of it I had," shot Birdie at the banker type.  He now roared
at this bit of news.

   "And I even complimented you on it too, didn't I?  Proves what a good
cook you really are Birdie.  When are you and I going to run away
together?" Birdie ignored the question.

   The traveler ordered the daily special, and continued watching and
listening to the music of Birdie's Restaurant.  The sounds were pleasent
and the food was good, better in fact than she had enjoyed in a long time.
Maybe this was the place to stop for a while.

   Birdie did, in fact, hire the matronly looking as waitresses.  "I prefer
'em," she replied when directly asked, "I hire the pretty girls for the
supper trade, usually, but the evening shift is what I need to fill now if
you want to give it a try.  My head waitress at night is Mandy.  She's a
good waitress, she's not catty, and I respect her opinions.  Spends too
much time in the kitchen with Roy, the night shift cook, if you ask me, but
still a good waitress.  If you pass muster with her, you're hired.  I do it
that way because you'll be working closely together and I like for my girls
to get along."

   "Looking forward to meeting Mandy."

   Later that evening, after finding a modest but comfortable place to
stay, and moving her meager belongings, the traveller returned to Miss
Birdie's and her new job.  The head waitress sat behind the counter, her
short white uniform showing a generous amount of well muscled thigh,
smoking a cigarette, and drinking black coffee.  Thick, bleached blond hair
circled an attractive face, full smiling lips, and pretty brown eyes with
thick natural lashes.

   "Hi there," she called, "welcome to Miss Birdie's.  Would you like a
menu?"

   "Only to study, I'm Sara Nelson, the new waitress.  That is, if I pass
muster with you," she corrected with a smile.

   "Thank the stars!" exclaimed Mandy.  "From the way Birdie talked, you
were one of those middle aged women she prefers for the lunch crowd.  Oh! I
don't mean anything bad by that, it's just..."

   "Don't worry," Sara soothed, "I'm overweight and not all that
attractive. I know it and I deal pretty well with it.  So, where do I
start?"

   Sara caught on to the routine of the place quickly, learned the entire
menu by the end of the night and made enough in tips to just about pay the
rent on the three room cottage she had taken, for a night or two anyway. 
Mandy turned out to be her best friend in town, the brash waitress helping
Sara build a client base.  That's what she called her regular customers,
her client base.  It was important to have a solid base of customers
because they were a source of steady income.  Money was important to Mandy.
With money she could afford to leave Thompsonville once and for all.  "The
big city, that's where I want to go," she would say, "they're all the same,
just pick one and that's where I want to go!  There's always something
going on in the bigger cities, not like here.  Here, they roll the streets
up early and even the police go home."

   Not everything was dull in Thompsonville, however, for Mandy.  Thursday
evenings were slow in the restaurant and that was the night she spent more
time in the kitchen than usual.  Sara discovered why quite by accident. 
The fourth week she was there, the thursday had been unusually slow.  The
three of them had been sitting at the counter, talking and reading the
newspaper.  Mandy noticed an article about the missing model.

   "Have you been following this?" she asked Sara.

   "Not really."

   "I have.  Damn, I wish I had that woman's looks.  That woman could have
any man she wanted just by snapping her fingers.  What a life she must
have."

   "You've got me!" teased Roy, "What more could you ask for?"

   Sara noticed Roy's hand slipping further up Mandy's thigh as he spoke,
noting that Mandy made no effort to stop him.  Miss Birdie's hints about
the two seemed to be on target.

   "One thing you failed to notice," said Sara, "she's missing!  It just
may be her looks that caused that to happen.  There are some real crazies
out there.  Somebody might have snatched her to use as a play-toy."

   "Maybe, or maybe she got involved with some druggie, who knows?  Still,
what a beauty she is.  I mean, I love her, and I've never even actually
seen her.  What a waste if something bad happened to her." This from Roy.

   "That's the point, Roy, everybody loves her.  I still wish I were her.
And what do you mean you love her, I thought you loved me!  "

   "I do Doll, it's just that every guy in the universe loves her.  Show me
a guy not in love with her and I'll show you a guy that ain't been paying
attention.  Hell, even the gay guys love her!"

   Roy whispered into Mandy's ear.  Mandy giggled quietly.

   "Watch the dinning room will you Sara?  I have to help Roy in the
kitchen for a while."

   As the door to the kitchen closed, she thought she saw a flash of Mandy
raising her short uniform skirt, exposing her naked ass.  Decidedly
nonrestaurant sounds began to be heard from the kichen, and while Sara
wasn't sure what was happening in the back room, she was sure that it
wasn't her business.  Standing at the window, she noticed a carload of
Mandy's regulars pulling up.  She called to Mandy, but getting no response,
she entered the kitchen.  The front of the kitchen was empty, but noises
could be heard further back, by the chef's table.  Making her way back to
the cooks area, she was startled to see Mandy kneeling on the floor in
front of Roy with her hands grasping his ass, his cock burried deep into
her mouth.  Roy was sliding his member in and out of Mandy's mouth slowly,
shoving it in deeper with each stroke, untill finally she took all of it
into her throat.  Roy groaned and thrust his hips forward, grasping the
blond head with both hands.  Again he groaned, his whole body trembled as
he came, shooting his load into her throat.  Mandy continued sucking him
for several seconds, swallowing several times.  After what seemed like
minutes, Roy's deflating tool eased out of the blond's mouth.  Sara watched
in fascination as Mandy then removed a rather large carrot from between her
legs and insert it into Roy's mouth.  "Here honey," Sara heard her say,
"eat this."

   Kelly backed out of sight and called "Customers in!" She then returned
to the dinning room to seat the customers.  Mandy hurried out of the
kitchen, and directly to the ladies room to "freshen up" before taking care
of her customer base.  Roy's face appeared in the serving window, munching
on the carrot like a happy rabbit.

   Later, Sara confessed to Mandy what she had seen.

   "Do you love him?" she asked.

   "Well, kind of.  Actually I love his huge cock, while he, on the other
hand, is not really all that bright.  Besides, he's actually still married.
His wife ran off with a woman, if you can believe it, but won't give him a
divorce.  Says it looks better if she's still married.  He hasn't seen her
for months.  Anyway, I need a guy who at age twenty seven is not a night
cook at Miss Birdie's Family Style Restaurant, if you understand what I
mean."

   "I understand," replied Sara, "but does Roy?  I've noticed the way he
looks at you.  I think he's in love with you Mandy."

   "He says he is, but I think it's just lust.  We screw well together. 
Most guys seem to fall in love with whatever warm hole they're putting
their cock into."

   "I hope that's not the way it really is, I mean guys falling in love
with a warm hole.  That leaves me without a guy."

   Mandy looked shocked, "Don't tell me you're a ....?"

   "Yup, guilty as charged." Sara smiled,"Virgin as the day I was born. 
Odd isn't it?" The conversation was interupted by customers, and not
brought up again that night.

   -3

   Sara's charm and wit quickly gained her a solid following of customers,
much to the delight of Miss Birdie who could see the increase in business.
Mandy too, was happy for her new-found friend, since it meant she would
stay around for a while.  The following thursday, as Sara discovered they
usually were, was slow enough to close early.  They did sometimes to save
on Birdie's utility bills.  Kelly busied herself inthe dinning room,
cleaning, filling condiment containers, and straightening the chairs, while
Mandy and Roy cleaned up in the kitchen, and prepared for the morning cook.
As Sara finished she heard the familiar sounds of Mandy's giggling and Roy
panting.  Entering the kitchen, she made her way towards the chef's table.
This time was no accident.  Mandy sat on the chef's table, completely
naked, her heels on the edge of the wood, resting on her elbows.  Her head
was thrown back, eyes closed, a look of extreme pleasure on her face.  Roy
too, was completely naked, legs spread wide apart, huge cock hard and
bobbing in anticipation, he leaned forward, his head hidden between Mandy's
thighs.  Sara could hear sounds of sucking and kissing as his tongue
disappeared into Mandy's dark, furry, pussy.  Surely they knew they were
making enough noise to attract her attention.  Mandy urged him on, "Oh
yeeees!  There!  There!  More please, more, more!" Her words seemed to have
the desired effect as Roy lapped her clitoris, tenderly, covered her mound
with his mouth and sank his tongue deep into her quivering gash, licking
the inside of her canal, causing her to cry out again with pleasure. 
Mandy's hips thrust upwards into Roy's face, her legs spreading wide apart,
he grasped the twin globes of her firm ass in his hands, driving his tongue
as far into her heaving hips as he possibly could, his teeth scraping her
clitoris.  Leaning on one elbow now, she grabbed a handful of his hair,
locking his head firmly into her hips, grinding into his sucking mouth as
the first of her powerful orgasms washed over her.  Her ass bounced on the
heavy table as she came, Roy's head following her every move, untill
finally she released her vice-like hold on him and leaned back with a sigh.


   "Put it in me, now!" she demanded, her hips still bucking slightly as if
in anticipation of another climax.

   As Roy pulled Mandys hips to the edge of the table, they both noticed
Sara.

   "You two are good.  Mind if I continue to watch?" she asked in a tiny
voice.

   "Won't bother me!" returned Roy.

   "Join in if you like," said Mandy, "believe me, there's enough for the
both of us!"

   "I'd rather watch, besides, I have this problem..."

   "Oh yah," finished Mandy, "virgin!  Do me, big boy!"

   "Yes ma'am!" Said Roy as he grasped her legs, placed one on each
shoulder, and directed his throbbing cock to the warmth of her overheated
cunt.  It now became important to Roy to put on a good show for the other
woman watching, to show what he could do, how he could make a woman feel.
Roy was hunting for new game.  The head of his pole slid just inside her
pussy lips, he slid it up and down the opening, teasing her, making her
want his whole cock inside her.  She dug her heels into his back, pulling
him forward, but still he refused her, making her suffer for him.  When he
was ready he would give her the release she begged for, not untill. 
Groaning and cursing him, she rubbed her cunt lips up and down the length
of his hard cock.  Grasping the thing in her own hand, Mandy returned the
head of the monster to her aching slit, and thrust her hips forward, hard,
driving him deep into her wet cunt.  Roy began thrusting then, with ever
increasing depth, untill he was buried fully into her.  Mandy slid her legs
off of his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, grinding herself
into him with powerful strokes of her beautiful legs.  Sara watched in awe
as her friend became like a woman possessed, her tanned breasts dancing in
rythm to her hips, riding this man's cock as though her existence depended
on it.  Mandy grunted, and shrieked with lust as she forced him into her,
untill again the waves of pleasure rolled over her.  She threw her arms
around him as he lifted her off the table, jamming her sweet cunt full of
his pulsing cock.  She shuddered, grinding his hips as the spasms took
control of her senses.  He held her close untill the waves passed, and then
gently eased her legs to the floor, his pole still deep in her overheated
canal.  He kissed her eagerly, and whispered into her ear.  She nodded. 
Still impaled on his rigid cock, she threw one leg up and spun around on
the other foot, as he leaned back.  Her back to him, she bent over the
table while he took her from behind for a time.  Sara's hand went to her
mouth, stifiling a quiet scream, watching in horror and fascination as Roy
removed his cock from Mandy's slit and placed it at the door to her tiny
ass.  Mandy grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, showing Sara her
acceptance of the act.  Roy wet a finger with her lubricating juices, and
eased the finger into her tiny hole, He began fingering the oriface,
relaxing the muscle for the assault to come.  "Now!" she cried, "Do it now!
Put it in me!" Slowly, at first, he eased the massive head of his cock into
her tender ass hole.  Mandy pulled harder on her ass cheeks and wiggled,
forcing her anus to accept him.  Together, they drew themselves closer,
untill finally his entire length had been driven into her smooth anus. 
Mandy held on to the table tightly untill the tension and slight pain
subsided.  Roy remained still untill he was sure she was ready .  First one
and then the other of her long legs wrapped themselves around the back of
his calves, locking her to her lover who now began a steady, but slow
thrusting of her beautiful ass.  He took long strokes, only the very head
of his hard cock remained imbedded in her before he once again drove
relentlessly into her buttery softness.  Mandy's cries of lust became
louder as he push into her with ever increasing speed and force.  With her
legs she pulled him along, forcing him to drive ever faster into her
tortured ass, sobbing with pleasure.  Roy eased a finger into her soft
pussy and began to stroke her engorged clit, rubbing the little bud with
ever increasing force.  Her hips pumped him, impaled as she was now both
front and rear, her head shook from side to side, her long hair a mist of
yellow against her tanned body, she climaxed every few seconds untill she
felt she couldn't ever cum again.  And then she would.  Suddenly Roy
stiffened, then shuddered, driving his throbbing cock deep into Mandy's
soft asshole.  He groaned, loudly, jabbing his hips forward, lifting Mandy
off the table with his tool as he shot his copious load of cum deep into
her.  She tightened her hold on his legs untill she felt his cock stop
spurting into her anus and then slowly released him, finally allowing his
spent pole to leave her satisified body.  She turned to face him then,
kissing, stroking, his face tenderly.  "Damn, you're good." she said
softly. "I never thought I'd quit climaxing." Roy only smiled weakly.  "You
do wear a man out." he said.

   Sara was surprised and a little horrified to find that she too had
climaxed while watching the pair, unconciously stroking herself through her
heavy uniform.  She startled the pair when she shrieked as she climaxed. 
Red faced, she leaned against the door.  "That was the most incredible
thing I've seen in years." she said meekly.

   "Better than seeing me suck him off last week?" asked Mandy with a sly
smile.

   "You knew before I confessed, didn't you?"

   "Sort of planned it actually." returned Roy.

   "We knew we could only get away with it if we had a look-out we could
trust, or if we were actually closed, like now.  Too dangerous otherwise."

   "Have you ever been actually caught?"

   "Birdie almost caught us a couple of months ago.  Came back in for the
afternoon receipts while we were going at it back here.  I was horney as
hell and decided to give Roy's schlong a taste, so I dragged him back here,
unzipped him and went to town.  Fortunately, we had the presence of mind to
open this cabinet door before I went down on him.  When we heard the
kitchen door open I grabbed a big can of corn, while Roy turned towards the
inside of the pantry and just dropped his apron.  Poor dear Birdie would
have had the big one if she had actually caught us!  Three minutes earlier
she would have seen her night shift waitress with nine inches of spewing
cock shoved into her mouth, and loving every inch!"

   "As much as you hate this town, you'd never be able to get away with
doing this in the big city.  Too many people.  Too busy."

   "There are some advantages to a small town, " admitted Mandy, "but I
still want to leave.  Anyway, I think we have some extra cleaning up to do
before we leave!"

   "Haven't you two considered having sex, like, at home?"

   "We do quite often, my place usually, but we do get horney at work too
you know!  Anyway, Roy and I will clean up back here, we promise.  Time for
good girls to be going home."

   Sara had learned quite a lot that evening, and in the several weeks that
followed, learned even more.  Mandy and Roy became bolder and bolder with
their love-making, knowing that they had an alert and faithful look-out to
warn them of impending disasters.  One evening, with customers in the
dinning room, Sara caught Mandy licking a scoop of whipped cream off the
head of Roy's rigid pole, complete with cherry, all the while Roy stood
behind the grill watching the customers.  She continued watching untill he
suddenly pulled out of her mouth and began squirting his own cream onto her
face and into her mouth.  Shaking her head, she returned to the dinning
room.  "Damn!" she muttered.

   -4

   Monday, following the whipped cream incident, Roy was out of town and on
vacation for a few days.  Old Oscar was a retired chef from one of the big
city restaurants who filled in on rare occasion as a favor to Birdie.  He
had been in love with Birdie for years and would do anything for her,
except tell her he loved her.  He and Mandy were sitting at the counter
waiting for the customers at table four to make up their minds, discussing
Old Oscar's lack of "balls", as Mandy put it.

   "How will she ever know you love her if you won't tell her, or let
anyone else tell her?" asked Mandy.  "If I love someone, he's going to know
it.  Life is too short not to at least try for the one you love.  You have
to tell her Oscar, you just have to.  She's lonely too you know, since her
husband died.  Why shouldn't both of you be happy?"

   "We're too old for that sort of nonsense," returned Oscar.  "Besides,
I'm not so sure she'd have me.  She's a much younger woman you know!"

   "Oscar, she's only fifteen years younger than you!  Besides, who cares?
Be happy!  Promise me you'll tell her?"

   "At my age, I don't make promises I may not be able to keep." he
retorted.  Mandy threw up her hands in dismay, "Why do I try?" she
lamented. No one noticed the lone customer who had taken a seat at one of
the small, made-for-two, tables.  Both girls saw him at the same time, and
Mandy made a move to bring him a menu since he was sitting in her section.
Sara grabbed her arm and whispered to her; "I'll add ten dollars to
whatever tip he leaves as long as I can serve him." Mandy looked as though
someone had just kicked her on the shin.  She looked at her customer, and
back again at Sara.

   "May I have a menu, please?" he asked.

   Sara grabbed one and hurried to his side.  "Sorry to make you wait, I
promise to make it up to you with the best service you've ever had."

   He smiled, "It's not a problem, I just wasn't sure you knew I was here,
that's all."

   "Believe me, I knew you were here." she whispered.  "Coffee?  Cream and
sugar, right?"

   "Yes, please.  You're good!" he exclaimed, surprised that she had gotten
it right without ever having seen him before.

   "You have no idea," she returned.  She brought his steaming coffee, and
menu, brushing his hand as she served.  Not accidently.  She then returned
to the counter and Mandy.  "Okey, who is he?  Tell me what you know, and
please hurry."

   Still stunned for a moment, Mandy looked dumfounded at her friend. 
Never had she shown intrest in a customer like this.  She cared for their
needs in a professional manner, but never in a personal way like this. 
Something strange was going on here, and she didn't know how to react to
it. Sara's hands began to wave in a hurry-up motion bringing Mandy back to
reality.  She shook her head to clear out the cobwebs of wonder, and began;
"His name is Don Anderson, about fourty five years old, wife and daughter
killed recently in a car wreck over in Wilsonburg.  Wife was a total bitch,
no one could understand why he stayed with her, but his daughter was as
sweet a little girl as you could find anywhere.  I don't know what he does
for a living exactly, but I think it has something to do with an
electronics place out on the highway somewhere.  They build some high-tech
stuff out there.  Used to be one of my regulars, but I havn't seen him for
a while."

   Sara hugged her friend, "Thanks Mandy, I owe you one."

   "Why the intrest?  I mean he's a nice enough guy, but nothing special."

   "Maybe not to you, but I plan to marry Mr.  Don Anderson within the next
three months.  I'm just glad he's not still married.  I'd hate to be the
kind of woman to steal another woman's husband." With that, she turned
suddenly and walked gracefully to her customer's side.

   "How's the special of the day?" asked Don

   "We're quite good.  I guarantee satisfction if you order us."

   "Us?"

   " Us.  Very limited offer, I go with whatever you order.  Sort of a side
dish.  I promise you won't be disappointed."

   He looked at her intently.  He had been a man to see beauty in most
women, a little something in most of them that set them apart from the
others.  There was something that wasn't quite right about this girl but he
couldn't readily identify it.  Several pounds overweight, and rather plain
looking, there seemed to be a certain grace about her that intrigued him.
Besides, no woman had hit on him for years, and this one was even young,
maybe too young.  He wasn't desperate for a woman, his late wife had
refused to ever have sex after the birth of their daughter and he had
gotten used to that.  But he was lonely and decided to give the brash young
girl a try.

   "How about the hot roast beef sandwich with brown gravy, and the limited
offer side dish?"

   "Comming right up!"

   "Order up!" she called to Old Oscar who had returned to the kitchen,
ready to earn his keep.

   "Now, are you going to tell me what the hell this is all about?" asked
Mandy gently.  "Have you just lost your mind, or what?  This is not like
you at all.  You're even walking diffrently."

   "I'll tell you all about it later, but for now can you help me with
something?  I told him I was part of his meal order, you see, so I want to
leave when he does."

   "You really and truely have taken leave of your senses Sara.  My god,
he's way too old for you.  Just a little work and you could have the guys
flocking to you.  Why pick an old fart like him?"

   "I don't want a bunch of guys flocking to me.  I want to pick a guy on
my own terms, and he's the one I pick.  I'll explain it better to you
later, I promise.  Will you be able to handle the place if I leave early?"

   Mandy made a grand show of looking around the dinning roon at the four
customers eating late dinners, and Donald.  "Might be tough," she teased,
"but I think I can handle it."

   When his meal was delivered, he asked her when she got off work, and her
name.  "Name is Sara Nelson, for now.  As to when I get off work, well that
depends," she replied.  "When do you think you'll be done with the first
course?  Remember, I'm the second.  More coffee?"

   As he ate his meal, Don began to regret accepting the waitress' offer.
Not that she was bad looking, she wasn't really.  At fourty three, and
looking older, he just wasn't sure about getting involved with a young
woman.  He hadn't seen her here before, but he hadn't been in to Birdie's
for quite a while.  Who knew what she was like?  While he thought his
thoughts, Mandy sidded up to him with a coffee pot, for protection no
doubt.

   "Don," she began, "I don't begin to know what is going on with Sara, but
she's become my best friend here.  Please be good to her.  She's really
very sweet." She then filled his cup with the thimblefull it needed.

   Sara had taken a three minute break to run to the battered Toyota,
gather what appeared to be a large makeup case, and set it just inside the
kitchen door.  "My truseau," she said to Oscar's curious glance.

   He took a painfully long time to finish his meal.  He wanted to give the
waitress time to consider what she was promising, change her mind if she
wanted to, give her an easy out.  Sometimes people do things impulsively,
regret doing them, but find no easy way out.  We as humans find it
difficult to say, "Look, I made a mistake, and I don't want to do this." We
blindly go through with it out of some warped sense of honor even though we
know we were wrong.  Ah, humans!

   He glanced in her direction, noticed her back to him, dropped a generous
tip on the table and walked his bill to the register.  Mandy tapped Sara on
the arm, and made for the machine.  Sara passed Don's table, pocketed the
tip and left a hundred dollar bill for Mandy.  She didn't plan to ever
return.  She was wrong.

   "Look, I'm not going to hold you to your offer, " he said, "I mean if it
was just a joke or something..." "Now I sound like a total idiot." he
thought.

   "I hoped you wouldn't think that," she said "because I've never been
more serious about anything."

   He smiled a little-boy-caught-in-the-cookies smile, paid his bill, and
left with his "very limited offer" second course.

   "Would you like to follow me?  The thing is, I don't know where to take
you.  It's not like I've dated a lot in the past twenty years.  I really
don't know where a "cool" place is for a date anymore."

   "Your place would be quite cool enough, and I would be honored to ride
with you if you don't mind being seen with me." she said slyly

   "That doesn't leave much room for escape if I turn out to be an evil
person," he returned.

   "You won't," she said, confidently, "besides, it answers two questions.
If you really are widowed, you won't mind taking me home.  And second, a
man's home tells a lot about him, what he's like and what's important to
him."

   She slid close to him in the car as they drove, talking about his job,
his late wife and through tears, his daughter who he had such high hopes
for.  She comforted him as best she could, lost in her own thoughts for a
while.  Soon they came to a group of newly built houses at the edge of
town. Built on an old farm whose owner had passed away and left no family
to take over.  A local developer had purchased the property and built
several modest homes, most with views of the open plains.  Don turned his
car into one of the driveways and shut off the engine.  "This is it," he
said simply.  "It's not big, but it's nice inside."

   Nicely sculpted flowerbeds abounded with roses, bushes and other
flowers. They needed a bit of weeding she noticed, but well cared for
otherwise.  Low walk lights lit their path to the door.  A nice touch, she
thought.  Inside, a polished marble floor welcomed them.  the brass edging
setting off the black stone beautifully.  "Wife always hated the marble."
he returned when she complimented him on it.  "Said it was an invitation to
a lawsuit if anyone ever slipped on it."

   Setting her case on the floor, she noticed the obvious female touches
still in evidence.  Figurines of children, and little woodland creatures
occupied tables and wall shelves.  Vases without flowers crowded other
corners.  An oversized entertainment center boasted machines she hadn't
seen for quite while.  A massive reel-to-reel tape deck stood ready to
offer tunes for hours.  He went to the system and flipped the master
switch. Light jazz music seemed to come from everywhere in the house at
once, which indeed it did as she found out later.  Speakers were hidden
seemingly everywhere.  He took her hand and made to sit her on the leather
sofa.  "Don't I get the two dollar grand tour first?" she asked feigning a
hurt look.

   "Love to give the tour, though there's not really very much to see other
than this." Sweeping his hand to include the kitchen / dinning room and
living room area.  "Down this hall," he said, her hand still in his, "are
the bedrooms, the master on the right with it's own bath, Nikki's room
here," indicating a closed door, " and the computer room.  I spend way too
much time in there on the "net".  Master bath is here straight ahead."

   "That's what I was looking for," she said shyly "I need to borrow it for
a little while.  If you would like to start a pot of that coffee we both
seem to love, I won't be too long."

   "Done," he said, "I'll see if I can come up with some munchies while I'm
at it." She retrieved her case and returned to the safety of the bathroom
while he scrambled for the coffee maker.  Inside the big bathroom a
transformation was taking place, an incredible transformation.  Fifty
pounds came off with the neatly packed "fat clothes".  Makeup removed,
along with carefully placed pieces of plastic from her mouth, transformed
her face dramatically.  A dark wig was removed, revealing long thick auburn
hair that cascaded down past well tanned shoulders and over her ample,
up-turned breasts.  Brown tinted contact lenses were removed leaving bright
green eyes in their place.  Body make-up washed away to reveal the silky
smooth, perfect skin hidden there.  From the case, a neatly folded silk
dress was removed, along with lace garter belt, and matching silk
stockings. High heels, adding three inches to her five foot two inch body
were selected and stepped into.  Slipping the dress over her otherwise
naked body, she inspected the result in the full length mirror behind the
closed door.

   "That should do it," she whispered to the image as she turned to look at
herself from all angles.  "I think he's mine."

   Don had just finished feeding cream and sugar into two steaming mugs of
strong coffee, and arranging some cookies on a plate.  Maybe he should find
out whether Sara had eaten before offering her just cookies.  Waitresses
usually eat during luls in business but there was no way for him to know if
she had or not.  Turning toward the hallway, intending to call to her, he
was stopped dead in his tracks as if hit in the chest with a bat.  Gliding
into the livingroom from the hall was the most fantastic looking creature
he had ever laid eyes on.  Speech was impossible, he felt the color leave
his face as even his blood tried to hide from such beauty.  He clutched at
the kitchen counter to keep from falling over his own leaden feet, and knew
that no matter what his next words were, they were going to be the most
stupid words ever uttered by man.

   "What have you done with Sara?"

   "Stuffed her into that overnight case, hopefully forever." sang the
voice of the angel standing before him.  When she smiled with the
revelation, he knew he should be kneeling down before her, begging
forgivenes for speaking.

   "Bethany DeCameron!" he blurted like a fool.

   "Guilty!" she returned.

   "Missing, disappeared, everyone's looking for you,...  whole damn
world!" he continued.

   "Not everyone.  You know where I am, and so do a very few others."

   "Why?  Why here, why me?" he blurted

   "Because I fell in love with you a couple of hours ago.  The rest I'll
explain later, but first, I really need a kiss." She eased closer to him,
slid her arms around his neck and closed her mouth onto his, her tongue
easing between his lips, touching his.  He held her close, gently, for fear
of hurting her like the storybook princess injured by the pea under the
twenty mattresses.  Her stockinged leg rubbed against him as she pulled him
tighter to her body, stroking his head, moaning quietly as they kissed.  He
hardly dared to move his hands from the middle of her back.  He was quite
sure now that this was some very vivid dream.  Surely he would wake soon,
hugging his feather pillow, wishing it were true, and damn sorry it wasn't.
How could this be happening?  This creature, this most beautiful of women,
in love with him?  Never.  This woman, girl actually, could have any man in
the world.  He was old, wrinkled almost, a nobody.  No, this had to be a
dream.  Even if it were true, how could he deal with having someone like
her being in love with him.  But it had to be just a dream, so, no
problem.....

   Hands tugged at his shirt, tiny, soft, strong hands pulling his shirt
tails out of his waistband, that suddenly felt looser.  Mouth more
insistant on his lips, sucking his tongue into tender mouth, more insistant
moanings from deep inside her.  "Make love to me!" she whispered as she
nibbled his ear.  The voice like the song of an angel.  A tiny, little girl
voice, insistant, needing, full of love.  Her hands now stroking his naked
back, sliding down inside his pants.

   "I couldn't defile you." He didn't know what else to say to her, because
that's the way he felt.  No part of him was good enough to enter, defile,
her body.

   "You couldn't, I want you, I love you.  Donald, I'm not leaving this
house untill you have sex with me."

   He backed away from her in order to see her better, "That might not be a
bad deal either," he said, finally realizing that this was not a dream.  As
he leaned back, she playfully pulled his shirt over his head, quickly
removing it.  He felt very, very naked.

   Again she came to him, kissing his face, neck, his chest.  Fingers
fumbled at his pants fastnings, belt loose, button loose, lips at his
stomach, tongue licking his skin.  He took her beautiful head in his hands
lifting her face to his, their lips meeting again insistantly, his jeans
dropping to his knees as her legs stroked his.  Her fingers hooked inside
his briefs, his hardness preventing her from removing the pesky garment. 
He gently took her arms, trying to prevent her from doing this defilement
of her own body.  "No!" she pleaded.  "Please don't stop me.  How could you
not want this?" With a sudden deft move, the pink silk dress lay in a heap
on the floor, her beautiful body naked in front of him.

   "Beth, I want you so badly it hurts.  How can I not want you, look at
me." His briefs bulged vulgarly, the thing inside vibrating, fighting for
release.

   "Poor thing, he wants out!" Her hands slid down his waist again, hooked
his briefs and pulled down hard.  "Bethy kiss poor thing?" That little girl
voice again, no defense for it.  She kissed, dragging his pants to the
floor as she kneeled in front of him.  He stepped out of the offending
clothing, now completely naked in front of the woman that every man in the
world loved.  Her mouth tenderly kising his cock, her pink tongue touching
the opening at the tip, her small hand barely surrounding his girth, she
marveled at it's size, stroked it.  He grasped her shoulders, pulling her
to her feet, held her naked body to his.  stroking her perfect body, his
hands feeling her every curve, his breath comming in heavy gasps now as he
touched her, as she touched him.

   "Ready for coffee yet?" she asked.

   "Yes," he replied stupidly.  She smiled, broke loose of his grasp,
retrieved the mugs, and headed for the master bedroom, heels tapping on the
hardwood hall floor.  "Comming?" she teased.  He followed the silk
stockinged legs into his bedroom, stripped the quilt from the bed and sat
next to the beautiful one, sipping coffee.

   "This is going to sound a bit wierd considering how I seduced you," she
said softly, "but, please take it slow at first.  I still have everything I
was born with."

   "Oh no," he groaned, "the rumors are true, you are a virgin."

   "Sorry,' she said, "I always wanted to stay this way untill I found the
man I fell in love with, and you're it."

   "How can you know that?  We just met, how can you know you're in love
with me?"

   "It really is kind of a complicated story, but I promise to explain
it,...after.  Unless you're trying to stop me again."

   "No, not anymore.  Finish your coffee." Two unladylike gulps and the
coffee disappeared, some of it running down her chin, dripping onto her
smooth, pink tipped breast.  He leaned toward her, licking the coffee from
the firm breast, licking the nipple, teasing it to errect hardness.  Beth
moaned loudly in pleasure, holding his head to her quivering breast,
pushing her chest toward him.  Her empty coffee mug dropped to the carpeted
floor, upright.  Don placed his mug on the nightstand, and returned to
Beth's breast, on his knees, kissing, suckling at her breasts like a
contented child.  Kissing and licking at her stomach now, at her tiny
waist, as she leaned back on the big firm bed, her legs not quite touching
the floor, her hips on the edge.  His tongue drew across her hips, feeling
the heat rise from her smooth shaved mound, surprised to find it that way.
He licked the top of her mound, feeling her legs spread wide.  She thrust
her pelvis forward, searching for the tongue that was driving her so crazy,
directing his head with her soft hands.  His errant tongue continued
tracing the outer lips of her slit, dipping occasionally into the fold of
her wetness, touching the rising bud of her clitoris.  Closer and closer
the circles traced by his tongue came to the inner lips of her glorious
virginal pussy.  Her moanings became louder, more urgent, as he reached his
goal.  Her legs shook as she continued to force her hips at his face,
moaning, begging, the pleasure giving tongue into her sweet hole.  Just
when she was sure she couldn't take any more of his tongue's teasing of her
mound, she felt it enter again to tease the tiny, hard bud.  This time he
didn't remove it.  His touch, light as a butterfly's wing, stimulating
every nerve in her hot clit.  Beth bit her lip as she tried to surpress the
scream welling up from the red-blue haze in her brain.  The teasing of her
mound had been nothing compared to the reaction of her tender body to the
onslaught she now endured.  Her stomach fluttered uncontrollably,
shockwaves of pleasure traveled from her white-hot clit to her half crazed
brain, as white and red stars exploded behind her tightly closed eyes. 
Grinding her hips onto his tongue, she called his name, begging for more,
still holding his head in her hands, she now understood the look of
pleasure she had seen in Mandy's face as Roy's tongue sank into her quim.
Nothing had prepared her for the climax beginning deep between her flawless
legs.  Beginning as a young girl, Beth, upon discovering the pleasant
tingly sensations that could be produced when she touched her innocent bud,
had rubbed herself to orgasm many times.  Usually it followed after the
severe loneliness she felt when she had met some handsome man she dare not
acknowledge.  Usually older, usualy married, sometimes with daughters her
own age.  In those private times in her trailer, or at home she would
immagine him making love to her, touching her clit to a single orgasm.  Now
the handsome man of her dreams did the touching for her, with his probing
tounge, lightly, the way she needed, the way she dreamed he would, knew he
would.  Her whole being concentrated on the touch, all her senses came from
that tiny spot.  Her body no longer responded to her brain's commands, only
to his hot, raging, tongue as it danced over her virgin clit, nearly
driving her wild.  She clutched at his dark head, while her own thrashed
from side to side in her ecstacy, the red abyss of orgasm swelled before
her, and she happily sank into it as wave after warm wave flowed from her
feet to her head, radiating from her quivering cannal.  She lost track of
the number of orgasms she had, wondering if this was a normal thing or just
once in a lifetime.  If this was normal, she knew she would be driving this
man crazy for sex.  The pulsing orgasms faded and finally stopped, leaving
her drained but very happy.  Don kissed the precious mound one last time
and stood to his feet, his rock hard member jumping and throbbing in
anticipation.  He lay next to her on the firm bed, stroking her beautiful
face, her hair wet with perspiration.

   "Are you okey?" he asked, "You sounded like you enjoyed yourself."

   "Very much okey.  Are you going to make me a woman now?"

   "If that's what you truely want, Beth.  You still have the chance to
change your mind." Her hand went to his hardness, stroking it, feeling the
blood coursing through the veins.

   "Fuck me daddy," she whispered softly.  "Make your baby a women. 
Please. Now." He rolled onto his back with the beautiful one in his arms,
his cock rubbing her moist slit.  She felt the sensations beginning again
between her legs, knowing that these were the last seconds of her
virginity. Finally discarding the high heels, she got to her knees and
placed the head of his manhood at the entrance of her tight, hairless cunt.

   "Is this all going to fit inside me?" she asked in a trembling voice.

   "Yes, as long as we take it slowly."

   "I've heard that this can hurt."

   "I can't say that I really know," he said with a smile, "guys aren't
made like girls, and I can't say that I've ever actually deflowered a
virgin before.  She eased her hips down, slipping the head into her soft
vagina

   "We'll have to see, I guess." She impaled herself slowly on his cock,
driving it further into her tender cunt with each stroke until she could
feel it touch her hyman.  Gritting her teeth, steeling herself for what she
had been told would be tremendous pain, she suddenly drew her knees up,
driving his huge cock deep into her body.  A sharp, but tiny, pain drilled
through her vagina as his rod entered her, tearing away forever the thin
membrane of her virginity.  Crying out, she drove her hips to meet his. 
She became still then, feeling him deep within her tender canal, wondering
when the horrible pain was supposed to start, waiting for it, steeled
against it.  Reaching out to him.  He held her body in his hands, lifting
her gently.

   "Still okey?" he asked.  "I said 'slowly'.  She began rocking on her
knees, stroking his cock with her buttery cunt, milking the beast for the
pleasure it gave her.

   "If that was all the pain there was going to be, then I worried for a
long time for nothing." she said.  "I like this, like this a lot!" To prove
it, she began a steady pumping of his throbbing member, driving it deep
into her tender body, moaning with delight as she felt it rub the virgin
walls of her sweet pussy.  He allowed her to set the rythm, wanting her to
be comfortable.  Her first time had to be good for her or she wouldn't
enjoy it enough to want to do it again without convincing her that it would
get better.  He couldn't know how much she loved this, her deflowering, how
much her sweet cunt craved his driving penis.  She leaned forward, stroking
his face, his body, as her hips continued grinding onto his, forcing him
ever deeper into her hot slit.  His hands cupped her breasts, kneeding them
gently, tenderly squeezing the pink nipples to incredible hardness.  Her
pistoning hips increased their tempo as she rode him, ever faster, feeling
the heat build deep inside her as she slammed herself onto his body.  Like
a maddened animal now, moaning, screeching, but quietly, as the friction
extended to her over-sensitive clitoris, she squeezed his cock even harder
with her velvety cunt, her hair flying in an auburn mist around her face,
her full breasts bouncing.  He held her waist now, pulling her down onto
him, ramming without mercy into her tiny cunt.  Through half closed eyes he
could see the look of pure lust in the face of this beautiful creature, the
look drove him into a frenzy.  He wanted nothing more in life than to
forever drive his cock into this woman's body, to have her in his arms
begging, as she was doing now, for release.  His hips drove relentlessly
into hers untill he felt the beginnings of his own impending climax. 
Roughly he pulled her waist down onto him, driving his engorged cock deep
into her belly, as he thrust and ground into her, his rod pulsed, throbbed,
and then exploded within her tender body, his cum erupting deep in her hot
canal.  Beth shrieked as she felt him ejaculate, felt the gooey stuff bathe
her inflamed cunt walls.  Amazed with the power she had over this man's
body, and with the power he had over hers.  Never had she felt so fulfilled
as she did now, never so much in love with another person apart from her
family.  She lay down on top of him, totally spent, kissed his face, their
arms and hands entwined at their sides.

   "I know for sure that I love you, will always love you, always." she
said quietly.  He wasn't quite so sure.  A woman like this would want,
need, someone younger, stronger, one of her crowd.  A handsome stud to keep
her happy, someone she could be seen in public with.  Not some old guy
barely able to keep pace with her lifestyle or her needs.  The man who
finally did get her would be the luckiest man on the planet.

   She lay on top of Don's warm body, his deflating cock still inside her,
forever, she hoped.  She brought her legs together clamping him inside her,
refusing to let go, afraid that if she did she would loose him forever. 
Mrs Donald Anderson, she kept saying over and over to herself untill she
finally slept, contented in his arms.

   -5

   When she finally awoke, it was to the sound of a shower running and the
smell of fresh coffee being made.  The sun shone through the blinds, and a
light blanket covered her naked body.  The clock on the night stand said
ten thirty three.  Her silk dress hung on a hanger.  She slipped out of the
bed and looked at her reflection in the dressing miror.  Her hair was a
sweat matted mess, lipstick smeared, the little eye shadow she wore making
her look like a racoon.  She looked beautiful, she thought, and wondered if
anyone else could tell that she was no longer a virgin.  She looked again,
sighed, and suddenly didn't care whetherthey could or not.

   She followed the sound of the running water to the master bath, and
silently entered the room.  She could see him only hazily through the
frosted shower door, but what she could see made her wet again.  The
opening of the magnetic catch startled him.  She stepped into the large
bathtub, closed the door and wrapped her arms around his soapy body.

   "Wash me too?"

   "My pleasure."

   "I hope so," she teased.  She slid up and down his body, the soap
lubricating her.  Don applied more soap to the soft cloth and began to
apply it to her, paying particular attention to her most private parts.  He
soaped her beautiful breasts as she presented them to him, the nipples now
hardened by the feel of the cloth as it passed over the sensitive buds. 
Spreading her legs, she directed his hands to her crotch, spread her pussy
lips apart and urged him to wash her there.  He did so, but lightly. 
Bending to his haunches, he applied soap to her magnificient legs, and his
tongue to her cunt.  Reaching around her, he soaped her round, firm ass,
making sure to apply the cloth deep between the globes.  She trembled
slightly, and put one shapely foot onto the tub's edge, opening herself
wider to his ministrations.  One soapy finger touched her tiny puckered
asshole, and she wriggled her pert bottom towards it.

   "Do it!  Put it in!  I want to feel everything." she begged.  Carefully,
he eased the soapy finger into her, easing the muscle open as she adjusted
to this latest onslaught of her virginity.  Once she had relaxed, he began
a steady rythm between his sucking mouth on her vagina, and his probing
finger.  This new sensation was almost too much for her to bear.  Wriggling
her hips, she exclaimed in an insistant voice, "Deeper!  More!  Put it in
all the way!" He was beginning to think he was creating a sex monster,
someone who would never be able to get enough thrills.  Relentlessly, he
drove the finger deeper into her tight hole untill it would go no further,
and his tongue as deep into her sweet pussy as it could go.  Wriggling his
finger, and lapping at her cunt walls sent her into immediate climax.  He
was afraid she would slip and fall in the wet tub.  His free arm surrounded
her waist.  She began to sink to her knees, her leg sliding off the tub
edge.  Following her down necessitated that he remove himself from her.  As
his finger slid out of her soft ass, she moaned, loudly, and immediately
turned her back to him as she sank to her knees in the tub.  She had the
soap now, and applied a generous amount to his rigid pole before pulling
the engorged member to the entrance his finger had just left.

   "Beth..."he began.

   "Your finger felt so good, I want to try.  Please?"

   "I want you to promise me you'll stop if this is too much.  I'm told
that this can be rather painful for some."

   "I promise." she returned.  He looked at the tiny hole, now opened to
accept him, pressed the head of his cock at the pink entry, and fed the
angry thing into her.  Slowly, relentlessly, he pushed his huge cock into
her while she kneeled, still, before him.  She steeled herself, despite the
pain, accepting his girth with head held high, eyes closed.  He allowed her
time to get used to him untill she wriggled her firm ass into him and
begged for more.  Backing out of her smooth, buttery soft ass untill only
the very head remained inside, he then pushed back inside, ever deeper. 
Slowly, slowly he fucked her precious ass, deflowering her beautiful body
once again.  Groaning, moaning, as her body took his invasion, Beth's head
bowed now as she backed into his onslaught untill their legs met, his cock
buried to the hilt inside her.  They remained locked together as the warm
water fell over their bodies, relaxing her, easing the pain in her tender
bottom, pain that she to refused acknowledge.  His warnings had been right,
the pain had been sharp, but only for a little while.  Now it became a
pleasant kind of pain, with an edge but softer.  More like the feeling of
scratching a mosquito bite.  In her clouded mind she realized what she had
begged him to do to her, take her as a whore, the way a common slut from
the street would be expected to perform for her client.  If he were to put
a fifty dollar bill between her toes, she would be reduced in that second
to a common prostitute.  She wanted this, needed the humiliation it
brought. He owned her now, she knew.  There was nothing she would not do
for him.  His strokes increased in tempo now that she became used to him.
She moaned louder as pleasure finally replaced the pain, rocking back and
forth slowly, taking him into her tender body fully with each stroke.  He
held her hips as he heaved himself forward, his ravaging tool driving
savagly now as she returned his thrusts, groaning loudly, demanding ever
more.  Her finger entered her wet vagina, probing at her clitoris,
increasing the lustful sensations from her hot ass.  As the warm water
cascaded over her, she could feel his cock swell inside her ravaged canal
and knew she had but little time to climax before his tightened ball sac
unloaded his thick semen into her bowels.  She teased the tiny, sensitive,
bud with her fingers, rubbing the errect clit till it almost bled.  His
sounds of climax behind her, the throbbing of his distended cock as his
balls unloaded their stream of semen deep inside her body, combined to
finally trigger her own climax.  Her hips seemed to explode inside with the
deepest climax she had ever hoped to experience, her precious cunt fairly
vibrated with every pulse of his cock as he unloaded into her, while her
anal muscles worked to milk every drop of cum from his sac.  He seemed to
climax for ever, her sucking anus keeping his cock a throbbing weapon of
lust.  Uninhibited, they both groaned and cried out in their passion, as
Beth's legs wrapped around his, pulling him firmly into her for the final
seconds of their coupling.

   Even though the sensations of climax had passed, neither of them would
let go of the other.  Beth's beautiful head rested on her arms as the water
continued to stream around her.  Slowly her legs released their hold on
him, and his thoroughly satisfied cock slid easily out of her ravaged anus,
a sticky stream of his cum following the pink head.  Rising, she once again
turned to face her lover, retrieved the soap and began to clean his
deflated member.  "I think we need to wash this again!" she said into his
ear as she held him.

   -6

   They dressed in silence, both lost in their own thoughts.  The pale silk
dress of the night before no longer seemed appropriate for her, she wanted
to go home now to change into more casual clothing.  He still couldn't
believe she was here.  This magnificient creature that the whole world
loved, in his bedroom.  The sex with her insistant, demanding.  He had
taken her virginity, all of it, at her insistance.  She could make him do
anything with a mere word, a smile, a kiss.  And that voice!  No angel
could form words for the human ear like this woman.  How could the rest of
mankind forgive him for defileing this woman?  Would they?  Probably not.
He would go through the rest of his life with the shame of being the one
man to have corrupted the most beautiful thing on earth.

   "Could you take me back home now?  I'd like to change out of this dress
and into something a little less formal.  Unless you 'd like me to keep
wearing it."

   "Your call," he returned, "wear whatever you're comfortable with."

   "A woman should dress for the man she loves.  You tell me what you want
me to wear."

   "I love really sexy clothes on a woman, but I think that no matter what
you wear, people will consider it to be the height of fashon, and you'll
look great in it.  That would include a paper bag of course."

   She giggled at this and said, "I did that once a couple of years ago. 
Climbed into one of those big lawn bags.  The bottom had been cut out and
holes made for my arms, the agency killed the photos because they were
afraid girls were going to try it.  The photos looked too good if I do say
so myself."

   Replacing some of the Sara costume transformed her into someone else
again.  She needed to remain incognito yet, they both agreed on that. 
Donald suggested it in order to allow her one further avenue of escape,
which he was sure she would take.  None of this made any sense to him and
she still had offered no explanation for her attraction to him.

   The ride to her apartment was made in almost complete silence, the car
radio playing softly.  Niether of them heard the music, or cared.  She
invited him into her modest apartment, against the rules of course, but she
didn't quite care just then.

   Clean and tidy, her rooms were sparsly furnished with the basic
necessities of life in the small town.  An inexpensive but efficient
stereo, TV, microwave oven, and very few ornaments, were the only additions
to the "furnished apartment" she rented.  A photograph of an attractive
couple sat on her dresser, a baby in the mother's arms.  "Your folks?" he
asked.

   "Actually, no,"she replied.  "In fact I have no idea who these nice
people are, although I call them Bill, Tina, and the baby Darla.  I bought
the picture from a little second hand shop in Arizona to keep up my
disguise.  My real parents would have been identified easily by any fan who
knew my life story, and there are a lot of them I understand."

   As she opened drawers and the small clothes closet in search for
something decent to wear, she casually asked; "Are you going to make me
stay here much longer?  Knowing he was being set up he replied;
"Manipulative little thing aren't we?"

   "Damn, caught!"

   "Beth, would you care to move in with me?  Just untill you can find
something better."

   "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, my love, since I'll
never find anything better than you.  That means you're stuck with me
untill you physically throw me out of your home."

   "Need help packing?" She threw her arms around him and kissed him hard
and passionately.  "You won't regret this my love," she said, "I promise
not to become the bitch from hell."

   "Frankly, I doubt you would know how to be the bitch from hell.  I
haven't regretted anything so far.  Well, maybe one thing," he said.

   "What could that be?"

   "Despoiling you and your reputation."

   "Lets get one thing straight, Mr.  Anderson.  You gave me every chance
to leave, to quit, to run away.  Did I?  No.  I stayed and fucked you
silly, and loved every second of it, and do you know why?  It's because I
love you, have loved you since I was too young to know what sexual love
was, and further, will love you 'till I die.  My body and my reputation are
mine to do with as I please, and I please to give them both to the man I
love, and that's you.  Any more regrets?"

   "None, none at all." He helped her pack as much as he could and lugged
her things out to his car where it was obvious that it would take two trips
to accomodate the things she had accumulated while in Thompsonvile.  The
battered old Toyota would have come in handy just then, but it was still in
Miss Birdie's parking lot, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by Mandy who
happened to be passing by later that morning.  "Hot damn!" she had said, "I
do believe the girl got lucky!  If he screws her over, I'll kick his
ancient ass!" Sara was still her best friend, and she wasn't about to let
some middle aged letcher screw her over.

   Beth moved in with Donald and the two of them found places in his ample
home for her things.  It had only taken them a few short hours to
accomplish the move, and for Beth to buy her way out of the short term
lease she had on the apartment.  They settled into his comfortable couch
for a rest, her head in his lap while she streatched out.  "I should guess
you're waiting for the explanations I promised you, right?"

   "In fact, yes I am."

   "Really it's simple enough.  It's just that it's going to sound very
wierd, and maybe just a little like I'm more screwed up in the head than
you might believe."

   "Oh, so you're psycho-doll?"

   "Thanks," she retorted, "but that may not be too far off, I guess." She
took his hand that had been resting on her stomach, lifted her blouse, and
directed it to her naked breast, holding his warm hand there as he cupped
the firm mound.

   "My parents were killed when I was seventeen years old," she began, "but
what people didn't know was the relationship I had with them.  I truely
loved my parents, they were the best friends I have ever had.  The bad part
was that I was in love with my father, and not like a daughter should be.
He never knew, because I knew what the consequences were if he or my mother
ever found out.  Besides, I couldn't ever hurt either of them, I loved both
of them too much.  When they were killed, it was like I had lost not only
my faather, but my lover too.  Most people didn't notice it, but my career
went on hold for about a year while I sorted my head out.  I met a shrink I
could trust, through a friend, and we started doing therapy for my sick
little head.  What she finally told me was that I had a severe father
complex, like that was news to me!  Several options presented themselves,
but the one I chose, against her advice, was to wait it out, and find my
father, loose my virginity to him and marry him.  Hello daddy!" On the
coffee table she had placed a small photo album.  She extracted a photo
from between two scenes of unknown familys, and handed the lone photo to
him.  It was like looking into a mirror.  The man in the photo could have
been Donald's twin.

   "Now do you understand?"

   "This is unbelieveable.  I would think that this was a picture of me if
I didn't know better.  But how is this going to make your life better?"
"It's like not having lost my father, and all the better, I can marry him.
I told you I was a sick little girl."

   "Beth, are you sure this is the right thing to do?

   " It's the right thing for me.  I have never been more comfortable with
a man as I have been with you.  I don't feel like I have to hold back
anything.  I can talk to you without fear of being thought of as wierd, or
sick, because you're my daddy.  Daddy's don't judge their little girls.  I
know that may not be the way it really is, but it's the way I feel, here,"
she touched her head as she said this.

   "This is going to take some time to sort out in my head too," he said,
"because it really feels a little strange."

   "I promise not to make you crazy with it.  As long as I think of you the
way I do everything will be okey for me." She pulled his face to hers and
kissed him passionately, while he held her body close to his, still holding
her firm breast.

   -7

   The media had gone on to other stories, other news, other people by this
time.  An article would appear from time to time with sensationalized
stories about some sightings of the missing Beth.  They were always wrong,
of course, since she continued using her quite effective disguise.  Much to
the displeasure of Miss Birdie, Sara quit her job at the restaurant after
helping find a replacement waitress.  Mandy hated loosing her friend as a
co-worker, but visited her on occasion at Don's house.  There was always a
scramble as Beth hurried to once again become Sara, who always seemed to be
in the bedroom or bathroom when Mandy dropped in unexpectidly, and needed
at least fifteen minutes.  Somehow, she never caught on, despite minor
mistakes in makeup that Beth just didn't have time to correct.  A too dark
tone, or a misplaced blemish that should have alerted Mandy appeared to go
unnoticed.  Mandy was thrilled for her friend who seemed to be truely in
love with her former customer, and they talked on the phone daily,
discussing their respective love lives, gossiping about the customers they
knew, and the other employees at Miss Birdie's.  They talked about whether
Sara would be getting married any time soon to Donald.  Sara said it was
too soon yet.

   Donald too, continued at his job, having taken a rare few days of
vacation just in case the dream should end.  Returning to work, his
employees were surprised at how un-rested he looked.  Drained actually.  In
fact, some suggested he take a few days off to recouperate from what had
obviously been a stressful vacation.  They had a difficult time
understanding the constant grin on his face, however, and his eagerness to
leave at the end of the work day.  For years he had been the last person
out the door, usually an hour or more after quitting time.  Lately though,
it seemed he was locking the shop behind the last employee with himself
close behind.

   Winter came, mild, but enough snow for the neighborhood children to play
in.  Snowmen came to life after the school day was over, snowballs were
thrown over snow forts.  Traffic became more difficult to manouvre through
with the snow, delays becomming the norm.

   One evening, after a particularly hectic day, Donald finally arrived
home, a half hour later than usual, eager to be with Beth who had looked
especially beautiful that afternoon before he had left for work.  As was
his habit, he had called her during his lunch hour.  There had been no
answer, so he left a message on his machine for her to call him when she
returned home.  No call came.  That bothered him.  A fresh snow had fallen
while he worked but he noticed there were no tire or foot prints to disturb
the newly fallen snow.  Entering the house he called to her, thinking that
maybe she had fallen asleep, or had just gone shopping and not seen the
message on the machine when she got back.  Her precious photo album was
missing from the cofee table.  He looked in the bedroom.  Everything was
tidy and in it's place.  Except for her things.  Panic flowed over him as
he went from drawer to closet, all empty.  A few unimportant things
remained, but the rest was gone.  No note or letter to explain what he had
done to drive her away, nothing.  He knew it had been inevetable, this most
precious of creatures was far out of her element.  He had expected at least
a letter saying how lonely she was in this small town, not able to show
herself to even the neighbors for fear of the crowds gathering.  Anything.
But no.  Just gone, the way she had arrived, suddenly and dramaticly,
without warning.  So, maybe it had been a dream.  A very long and beautiful
dream with the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world.  It had all
felt so very real, so vivid.  Had he been in some coma and was just now
comming to?  No, the dream had started in the spring, and it was winter
now. Was that significant?  Did he hope to try to find her?  Where would he
look?  Would her agent, whom she had said knew her whereabouts, tell him if
she knew?  As far as he knew, no one outside the house knew she was there,
and therefore wouldn't acknowledge him as anything more than a deranged
fan. If she wanted to leave him, this was the way to do it, quick and
clean. No tears.  He just wished he knew what he had done wrong.  They
seemed so much in love.  He had planned to ask her to marry him at
Christmas.  He knew he had no right to feel so betrayed, but he did.  She
said she loved him.  He called Mandy.  After a lengthy interrogation he
decided she knew as much as he did.

   Even miserable lives go on.  Donald thought about sitting on his back
porch in his underwear untill he froze to death, but that didn't sound all
that pleasant, any more than the other methods he considered for doing away
with himself.  Dead, he was sure to never see her again.  Alive, there was
a chance.  Slim of course, but a chance.  She didn't call, nothing on his
computer, nothing in the news about her return.  Even Mandy worried.  They
called each other regularly to see if there was any news.

   Winter became more dreary than he could ever remember it.  The sun
hadn't shone for weeks at a time.  He didn't notice when it did shine.  It
didn't matter.  The light from his soul had gone out.  Snuffed out by the
auburn haired beauty who owned him.  He ate little, slept less, and found
the bottle of whiskey he had bought a year earlier in a cabinet.  He
finished the bottle one saturday night, and promptly bought another two. 
It took little time to finish those off as well.  His attitude toward his
employees deteriorated untill they no longer liked working for him. 
Several quit, others threatened to if he didn't "lighten up some".  He lost
weight, and didn't care.  Weeks passed into a month, then another.

   "Twenty minutes to quitting time," he thought, "another shitty day into
the toilet." The ringing of the phone jarred him from his depression.

   "Production, Anderson."

   "Donald, if you have some time after work, I'd like to talk to you at
the restaurant." It was Mandy.  Mandy called on occasion, usually when Roy
was off.  She had never hit on him, but she did wonder what Sara had seen
to make her fall so hard for this older man.

   "I don't know Mandy, I don't really feel like talking tonight," he
replied.

   "I'll get Roy to cook you up something good, you looked like you could
use it the last time I saw you."

   "Don't feel like eating either." he returned.

   "Donald, I'm telling you, come in here.  We need to talk.  It's about
Sara." And she hung up the phone.

   "Who the hell does she think she is, telling me what to do?" he said
outloud.  But he was always willing to talk about her.  It was his favorite
subject, though not always kindly.  When he had visited the bottom of a
bottle of Kentucky's finest, he spoke of his love for her just before
cursing her for leaving him.  Mandy sounded insistant though, as if she may
have some deep dark news.  He decided to go.  He was a little hungry
anyway, and Roy was a very good cook.

   As usual, the place was almost empty when Donald came in.  A very pretty
girl with flaming red hair sat across from her friend, a brunette, in the
corner booth, both deep in conversation.  Neither of them paid attention to
him as he took his seat at the counter.  Roy's head could just be seen
behind the kitchen wall, intently looking down towards the floor, sweating.
Don grabbed a menu, decided on the roast chicken special, turned a coffee
mug right side up, and made his way around the counter to the coffee pot
where he filled his cup, added cream and sugar and waited.  He heard the
door to the kitchen open, then the door to the ladies room.  Roy's head
reappeared in the window, a pink flush on his face.

   "Feelin' better Roy?" he asked, sarcasticlly .

   "Sure am!" returned Roy, happily, "Never better." Mandy returned from
the ladies room smelling of soap and expensive perfume.

   "Roy says he feels better now," sarcasm dripping from every word.

   "He should," she whispered, "I've been sucking his honey-dipped cock for
twenty minutes."

   "I'm sorry Mandy, I had that comming.  You've been a good friend since
Be.., Sara left me.  I don't know what I would have done without you here
for me."

   "First Donald, you're not sorry, you're jealous, and lonely.  Second, I
have the cure for the problem right here.  Don't I Beth?"

   "If he'll take me back," came the angel's voice from behind him, as a
soft hand touched his arm.

   As he whirled around in his seat to catch her in his arms before she got
away again, he saw for a fleeting second the girl with the flaming red hair
smiling from her seat in the corner.  Her brunette friend had been Beth,
once again in disguise, but who now stood behind him as herself.  Not
caring why, or how, or anything else just then, he took her tiny body in
his arms and held her close, kissing her firm lips, his tongue dancing with
hers.

   "Can you forgive me enough to take me back, daddy?" she whispered when
she finally stopped kissing his rough face.

   "Only if you promise never to leave me again."

   "I promise, I promise!" she said.  Mandy had locked the front door by
this time, and turned off the OPEN sign, as well as several lights in the
dining room.  The girl with the flaming red hair had suddenly become a
ravishing blond, the red wig sat on the table next to Beth's brunette wig
and coat.

   "I'd like you to meet the reason I had to leave in such a hurry," said
Beth.  "This is my sister, Rebecca.  She got into some serious trouble out
east, and I was the only one who could fix it for her.  I had to
concentrate on her.  If I even spoke to you, I would have had to come back
to you and I couldn't."

   Donald expected a cold but polite handshake from the blond.  What he got
instead was a kiss every bit as sensual as that of her sister's.  The
searching tongue sweet in his mouth, lips firm and moist, hands strong and
exploring.

   "Save a little for me, will you Becky?" said Beth with a smile in her
voice.

   "Hello daddy," coo'd Becky.  "Beth, he's just like you said, just like
daddy.  I'm in love!"

   "So am I, dear sister," returned Beth, "I think we have a minor problem.
Unless we do like we used to do when we were younger."

   "Sounds good to me!" exclaimed Becky, who obviously knew what her sister
was talking about, although no one else did.

   Beth suddenly began looking around, and seeing no one, motioned to the
others to follow her.  Quietly, they entered the kitchen and crept towards
the back room where Beth was sure they would find Mandy and Roy.  They were
not disappointed.  Lying on the floor with several cardboard boxes crushed
beneath them lay Roy on his back, with Mandy, her dark cunt just beginning
to swallow his prodgious cock.

   "Such a waste," whispered Becky as she stepped out of her tight pants,
pulling her blouse over her head, full breasts dancing as she made her way
to the couple.

   "Mind if I join you?" she asked as she lowered her blond mound to his
mouth.

   "MMMMMM!" was Roy's only reply, as Becky lifted his head to her
succulant pussy.  She threw back her head, blond mane flying as his tongue
burried itself deep into her sweet hole.  Mandy too, squealed with delight
as she felt his cock throb deep in her moist pit.  The two girls, back to
back, leaned against each other as Roy did his best to satisify them both.

   "Daddy, Bethy wants to play too!" she said as she unfastened his pants,
and pulled his shirt over his head.

   "Beth!" he began, "I ...."

   "I've been celibate for a month, wanting you every minute.  Do me now or
I do myself with a spoon!" she exclaimed.  "Fuck me daddy, fuck your baby
girl, now!"

   Donald's cock sprang free from his briefs as Beth got down on her tender
knees, and took the rock hard member in her cool hands, guiding it toward
her wet lips.  Licking the length of his tool, wetting the tender
underside, she finally took the head into her sweet mouth, ran her tongue
around it, then sucked the bulb.  Slowly, she took ever more of his length
into her mouth, her tongue touching like a butterfly's wing the underside
of his cock.  He took her head in his hands, guiding his rod between her
precious lips, his hands tangled in her thick auburn locks.  She moaned as
he pushed further into her sucking mouth, tongue swirling madly.  He began
a slow fucking motion, driving ever further with each stroke untill she
could feel the short pubic hairs brushing her nose and lips as she sucked
him into her throat.  She held his thighs as his hips thrust faster into
her face, his cock pushing deeper into her throat with each stroke.

   Mandy ground her tender mound onto Roy's hips like a maddened animal,
ramming him into the floor with her voluptuous body, his huge cock ravaging
her channel, her firm breasts bouncing, nipples taut, her hands on his
knees.  Becky too was busy brutalizing Roy, his mouth firmly locked onto
her blond furry pussy, her hands forcing his captive head between her warm
thighs as his tongue drove into her channel, licking it clean of her sweet
tasting juices.  The mewling sounds the two women made as Roy pleasured
them drove Beth into a frenzy.  She had never heard her sister in the
throes of lust and it excited her to know that her dear sister was feeling
the same lust as she was.

   Beth had particular needs.  She had a wild imagination and enjoyed
turning her fantasies into realities.  Her fantasy involved having Donald
spewing his cum into her mouth and onto her face.  She had seen it done in
the porn movies and wondered how it felt.  The thought excited her.  With
one hand she stroked his velvety cock as she sucked, twisting the throbbing
rod, forcing it into her tender mouth roughly.  Her hair flew as her head
bobbed, faster, grunting loudly as she struggled to make him climax. 
Holding his engorged sack with her other hand, she kneeded the firm balls,
feeling them throb as she lightly squeezed them.  Pulling roughly on his
balls now she forced his cock into her mouth, sucking hard as she stroked
the smooth skin.  She moaned again as she felt the swell of his cock as he
prepared to empty his load into her sweet, sucking mouth.  She felt the
explosion begin deep in his balls as the thick fluid flowed into his cock.
Almost unable to contain his rod between her lips without pain, she pulled
the throbbing beast from her lips, keeping her mouth open as wide as she
could to enable him to watch as his thick cum shot from the opening and
into her waiting mouth.  Gulping a large portion of his cum into her
beautiful stomach, she then took the rest of his copious load directly on
her face, allowing him to watch as the sticky ejaculate dripped down her
lovely chin, down her cheeks, and off of her thick auburn hair, landing on
those most perfect breasts.  Beth rubbed her face with his red tipped cock
untill it stopped squirting his spunk onto her overheated body.  With her
fingers she scraped up the drops as they flowed down her precious face, put
the fingers to her sensious lips and licked them clean.  He almost climaxed
again watching this magnificent woman perform such a lewd act with such
lust in her eyes.

   Having heard her baby sister moaning, Becky watched the younger girl
take Don's load on her face.  Having already climaxed several times due to
Roy's talented tongue, she felt as though she should share with her
sister's cleanup.  Mandy immediately took Becky's place, demanding that Roy
eat her the way he had the beautiful blond.  As he did so, happily, she
returned the favor with gusto, his well lubricated member sliding easily
down her hungry throat.  Her experienced hands stroked his massive meat as
she tasted her own lubricating juices on his cock.

   The two sisters busied themselves licking the sticky cum fluid from
Beth's perfect body untill there was none left for Becky to taste.  Caught
up in the lustfulness of the moment, Becky returned to Mandy and Roy,
offering her services.  Mandy grinned at her new friend and said; "You'd
better hurry, I think there's going to be enough for both of us very, very
soon." Becky fondled Roy's balls gently as she and Mandy took turns sucking
and licking the cook's prodigious member.  Their efforts were almost
immediately rewarded as Roy grunted loudly, his cock erupting like a
firehose, spewing wave after wave of his white load of sticky cum over the
faces and hair of both women who squealed with delight as they licked each
other, and Roy, clean.  Beth too, who had covered her mouth to stifle a
shreak, had been amazed at the force of the cook's climax.  She could
almost feel the fluid being shot deep into her soft vagina.  The thought of
it made her wet again.

   The girls in various stages of nakedness hugged each other before they
all got dressed, cleaned up the evidence of their orgy, and left the
restaurant for the evening.  The sisters followed Don to his car where they
promised to follow him to his house.  Alone now, Donald began to think
about what Beth had said earlier about what they did as younger girls. 
Wondered what, exactly, she meant.

   Beth and Becky were also deciding what to do about the situation,
although they already had formulated a plan in their own minds.

   "So, do we all sleep in the same bed at the same time, or what?" asked
Becky.

   "We share Becky, but he's still mine 'cause I found him.  I plan to
marry him no matter what."

   "Then we'd better take it easy on him," she grinned, "we don't want to
kill him before your wedding!  I see you've become quite the little slut
since I saw you last, dear little sister.  It's about time!"

   "I'm only Donald's slut," replied Beth, "for him I'd do anything.  No
one else."

   "I have no such comitment, which is why I went for dear friend Roy. 
Damn!  That man can shoot a load!  Sometime, I'm going to fuck him
senseless, I want to feel that!"

   -8

   By the time they got to the house, Donald was already in the shower.  He
felt nasty from work, but also hoped the shower would rejuvinate him
somewhat.  He had a feeling he was in for quite a night.  When the door
opened he didn't hear it.  The opening of the shower door startled him as
did the sight of the beautiful body of Beth's older sister.

   "May I introduce myself?  Rebecca DeCameron, Bethany's big sister." she
said as she took hold of his now rigid penis.  "Anything my little sister
can do, I can do better."

   "If she knows that, why did she let you come in here alone?" he asked as
he cupped her heaving breasts, his cock brushing her stomach.

   "We share.  Everything.  We both hope that isn't going to be a problem
for you."

   "I'll try to get used to it." he said as he kissed her full lips.  Her
leg wrapped around his, then slid up his body till it rested on his
shoulder!  Leaning back a little, on her tiptoes, she inserted him into her
waiting slit and lowered herself onto his rigid member with a contented
sigh as he slid deep into her firm body.  He spread his legs, lowering
himself, and began thrusting into her slowly, sensuously.  She sighed
again, leaning back, allowing the warm water to splash between them,
luxuriating in the twin feelings, her now wet hair falling past her firm
ass.  He stroked her firm leg, kissing the tight muscled calf as it rested
on his shoulder.  He felt guilty.  The woman he loved was just outside the
door.  This sister was a seductress, no doubt about it.  Almost as
beautiful as her more famous sibling, she was every bit as sensuous.

   Suddenly she stiffened in his arms, her cunt began to throb, sucking his
cock like a mouth for several seconds.  She lowered her leg to his waist,
then to the floor, while she held him close, biting his shoulder till he
almost bled, then went limp in his arms.

   "Thank you daddy," she said softly, "that was very, very, nice." She
then opened the door and left him standing there, cock hard, water running
down his back.

   Outside the frosted door stood Beth, clad in a pale pink baby-doll
nighty, her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin material. 
Without removing the garment, she stepped into the shower with her lover.

   "She lies.  No matter what she told you, she lies." She wrapped her arms
around his neck, and then her legs around his waist, lowering herself onto
his still hard pole, and rode him like a horse, leaning against the wall as
she impailed herself on his rigid meat.  "She and Mandy had their pussies
filled at the restaurant.  It's my turn to be filled up daddy!  You do like
filling your little baby girl with your beautiful big cock, don't you
daddy? Don't you?" Her voice sounded tiny, like a little sensuous girl
seducing her father, or a john.  It was the voice that had gotten Beth
almost anything she had ever wanted, from any man she had wanted it from
without ever having to give up her body for it.  That was one big
difference between the sisters.  Becky gave up her fantastic body for what
she wanted, Beth had found a way around that problem.  No matter what her
sister gave up, Beth still loved and respected her older sister, and they
still shared.

   "Yes Beth, I do love to fill you up.  I love you so very much," he
breathed into her ear.

   "Then you must love Becky too," she returned.  He wasn't quite sure
whether it was a statement or a request, but at the time it hardly
mattered. He was busy concentrating his energies into satisifying this
vision of beauty as she rode him harder and faster.  He struggled to remove
the soaked nightgown, wanting to feel her smooth skin against his chest. 
Leaning back to allow it's removal, her beautiful breasts raised even with
his face, taut, hard nippled, pink.  He sucked one pert tip into his mouth,
savoring the feel of it's hardness on his tongue, teasing the warm nipple.
Her legs tightened around him, her tempo increased as she drove her hips
roughly onto his.  A sigh escaped her lips as she pulled his head into her
bountious chest.  She loved the feeling of his lips on her breast, his
tongue flicking the errect nipple, she loved the feeling of his hard pole
deep in her velvety soft pussy.  His well muscled arms encircled her,
making her feel safe once again, just like before when her own father gave
her the safety she needed.  She stroked his head as he suckled on her
breast, whispered soft words into his ear while her hips pistoned up and
down on his rigid manhood.  She loved this man every bit as much as she had
loved her own father, and she didn't have her mother to worry about.  She
could have her way with Donald and no one could accuse them of incest.  Her
powerful memories, the driving cock inside her, the feel of his lips on her
oversensitive breast, and his firm hold on her body combined to produce the
orgasm she craved.  It was no longer Donald, but her beloved father making
violent love to her, finally, his beautiful penis was inside her the way
she craved.  It had taken so much planning before, leaving the door to her
room open just enough to allow him to see her naked body, the innocent
touches, the too-short dresses she prefered, the way she wriggled as she
sat on his lap, movements that only she and he could detect.  She had made
him cum that way several times, it had been a game with her.  She could
squeeze her legs together, and stroke his hardness through his loose pants,
no one ever noticed.  She only did it when he wore black pants, so the wet
wouldn't show.  She loved making her daddy happy.  Even when he came to her
room the week her mother and sister were away.  That was when he tought her
how to make him happy with her lovely mouth.  When she knew how much he
loved her.  He had shown her how they both could have sex without her ever
having to loose her virginity.  She always came first, he loved the taste
of his daughter's virgin pussy, and would never allow her to touch his
manhood untill she climaxed, usually many times.  Their first week
together, she learned to take his entire cock into her tender mouth, into
her virgin throat, moaning as she sucked him.  She learned to swallow his
thick cum, learned to love the taste of it.  Always wanting more, wanting
to learn new ways to make her beloved daddy happy.

   She once asked him; "Does mom do this for you?"

   "Yes, she does, but she doesn't like to.  You're very much better at it,
my beautiful one." He truely loved this child-woman, his precious daughter.
He never knew the harm he had done to her mind.  Then he died, leaving her
empty, without the ability to love, or to acknowledge that what they had
together might be wrong.  Untill now.

   Beth's eyes were closed as she continued to impale her tender body on
his stiff rod, moaning louder, whispering to her daddy from her sex clouded
mind, promising her love forever to a man who no longer existed except in
her mind.  She spoke aloud her father's favorite pet names for her while
she climaxed, cumming harder and harder, wet hair flying as she squeezed
his waist with her powerful legs, grinding into his pelvis untill her
tender mound was raw from her lust.  Now she knew he could climax, could
send his thick load of semen into her hot channel.

   "You can cum now daddy!  Bethy came, oh, so many times.  Now you can
feel so very good too!  Please daddy, cum inside your baby girl! 
Pleeeease!" she coo'd into his ear.  Donald did as he was bid by this girl
- woman that he loved.  Groaning loudly as his cock swelled, the ejaclulate
flowing through his cannal into hers, shooting deep into her lust filled
body.  He held her tightly, knees weakening with the force of his climax.
All of his energy directed into her.  The waves seemed to never stop, their
bodies seemed to float in space as their climaxes took them both over the
edge of reality.  Again and again he repeated her name, said he loved her,
said he always would.  She shuddered as he spoke, the very words causing
her to climax again.

   Outside the bathroom, Becky cried.  For her darling sister who, she
knew, was still intent on having torrid, perverted, sex with their father,
and for Donald who, she was sure, didn't know just how sick she was.  She
was determined to talk to Donald about it if she coud ever get him alone
long enough.  He needed to know just how far Beth and her father had gone
before his death, and what he was in for if he didn't confront her with it.
Her chance came sooner than she ever expected, and under unusual
circumstances.

   The water was shut off in the shower, and Becky could hear them talking
as they dried the water from their overheated bodies.  They giggled, but
Becky could hear the concern in Donald's voice.  They emerged from the fog
filled room, naked, Donald carried Beth in his arms as she clung to his
neck, kissing his cheek.  He lay her down on the big bed.

   "Time for bed now baby."

   "Yes daddy.  I love you!"

   "I know you do darling, I know you do, but it's time you got some sleep
now.  Big day tomorrow!" Beth hugged her pillow, and within a few moments,
as Donald stroked her face, she was asleep.  Becky watched all this in awe.
It was as if their father was still alive!  He said all the right words,
and he loved, and made love to Beth the way their own father had.  Could it
be....?  Never!  She had seen him in the casket.  He was dead, surely!

   "Becky, we need to talk, now!" he whispered.  Dressing quickly, Donald
led Becky from the room, both taking a long sad look at the sleeping beauty
still cuddling the pillow.

   "Tell me what you know," he commanded, in a kind voice, "I think there's
more than she'll admit to between her and your father."

   "There was," she said simply.  "They were truely in love with each
other. Daddy loved our mother very much , but I think he loved Beth even
more.  Bethany loved him more than she could ever admit.  She persued him
relentlessly, flirted with him shamelessly, and had sex with him on a very
regular basis.  They were very careful not to destroy her virginity,
medically that is, but they had oral and anal sex every time they could get
away with it."

   "So, how do you know this?" he asked.

   "For one thing, Beth talks in her sleep.  She also kept a journal, diary
if you will, which her evil older sister discovered one day, opened to her
last entry.  It read like a porn story.  Told of how much she loved sucking
his cock and drinking his cum.  I almost threw up when I read it.  I
confronted her about it later and she admitted everything.  The horrible
part is that she convinced me that they were truely in love, she actually
made me understand how they felt about each other.  It didn't seem quite so
bad after that.  I was about to talk to our mother when they were killed.
In some ways it was the best thing that could have happened, although we
both miss them a lot."

   "So your mother didn't know, or didn't want to know."

   "As far as I know, she never knew."

   "She knew, Becky.  It was her idea towards the end.  " Surprised, the
two looked up from their intensive conversation to the still naked Beth
standing in the hallway.  She made no attempt to cover herself, as if
unaware of her nudity.

   "The reason the journal was open when you found it was because mother
had just read it.  If you remember, she was away on a "business trip" the
day you found the book.  It took daddy almost a week to find her.  Yes, she
knew.  After that she let us continue.  She figgured it was the way to keep
daddy faithful to her, and me from getting laid and pregnant from some
looser rock star.  I even joined them one night while they had sex.  He
fucked mom untill he almost came, then I sucked him dry.  Pretty sick
little girl, wasn't I?" They could only stare open mouthed at this
revelation.

   "Were you, Beth?" he asked.

   "Still am, to a point.  Yes, I've transferred my feelings for him to
you, Donald, and that probably isn't a great thing, but like I told you
before, as long as it works in my own mind I should be okey.  Just give me
a little more time.  You see, I do love you.  As Donald.  Being daddy is
just a benifit that I need time to sort out.  While we're on the subject,
Becky...." Becky turned pale then, and put her face in her hands.

   "Yes my darling sister, whom I love with all my heart and soul, I know
about you and daddy too.  I knew he took your virginity.  That was why
finding my journal made you so sick.  He was fucking us both!  Daddy got
laid a lot, it seems."

   "Oh, my.......!" exclaimed Donald.

   "Anyway, it's over, and we need to get on with our lives the best way we
can."

   "I can't believe you feel that way Beth," said Becky, "You took more
abuse from him than I did or mother did.  You forgive him?"

   "You haven't heard a thing have you?  There's nothing to forgive him
for, other than him rapeing you.  I loved him, remember?  I loved him.  If
anything, I raped him!  Should I forgive him for that?  I raped Donald too,
didn't I my love?  Please forgive him for that.  See how rediculous that
sounds?"

   "Take all the time you need to put things in order inside your head.  In
the meantime I'll try to understand and live with being your surrogate
daddy."

   "How long have you known about me?" asked Becky, her head still in her
hands.

   "From the beginning.  He must have thought he could get away with
anything with you once he had me.  So I guess it's my fault for seducing
him."

   "You don't understand Beth.  Daddy didn't rape me.  I raped him.  I
threatened to go to mom about it if he didn't fuck me too.  We really are
sick little girls, aren't we?"

   "Yes you are," said Donald, "Now both of you come to daddy for your
punishment!"

   They both held him tightly, Beth's hand slipped into his loose fitting
sweat-pants, grasped his soft penis and began stroking it.

   "I doubt that's going to produce much of a result," said Donald, "Too
soon, I'm afraid." The two women looked at each other and smiled.

   "We seduced our own father, independantly," said Becky, "What makes you
think you have any chance of resisting the two of us together?"

   "I'm fucked!" he exclaimed.

   "That's the idea." replied Becky, huskily, as she began removing her
sweater.

   "Help your sister!" commanded Donald to Beth.

   "Yes daddy." she replied meekly, helping her sister remove the shorts
and panties she wore.  Both sisters knew what he expected and were curious
and delighted to give it a try.  Haltingly, Beth kissed her sister's flat
stomach.  Not much more than a peck, but her hands touched smooth satiny
skin, found it exciting, explored.  Donald directed her hand to her
sister's hips, urged her to touch the soft blond hairs between the
beautiful legs.  gently guided her finger inside.  Becky moaned softly in
approval, urging he sister on.  Beth began to finger her sister's warm cunt
as Donald directed her head to his waiting groin.  Becky and Donald began
kisssing, their tongues searching, exploring.  Still soft, Donald's cock
required extra stimulation.  He gently urged Becky's head to his crotch. 
Immediately she took each of his balls into her warm sucking mouth, teased
them roughly with her tongue, rolling them back and forth, licking.  Beth
sucked the head of his cock, her equally talented tongue ficked the
sensitive underside of his already overused pole, bringing it back to life.
The sight of these two incredible beauties sucking on his cock was almost
too much to bear.

   "Kiss your sister!" he demanded to them both.  Kneeling on the floor in
front of each other, they complied, wrapping their arms around each other,
their beautiful breasts pressed together, lips touched, then their mouths
opened as their tongues touched, felt, explored.  Donald urged them to the
floor, Becky covered her sister's body with hers.  Donald kneeled behind
Becky, pulled her to her knees, and pushed his now rigid cock between her
blond haired cunt lips.  She groaned into her baby sister's mouth as he
fucked her soft, tight cunt.  She rocked softy back and forth to his
motions, spreading her legs wider apart to allow him to get deeper into her
yearning body.  Beth found it hard to continue merely kissing.  She needed
more, much more.  Wriggling free, she re-inserted herself under her sister,
hips at Becky's face, while her own mouth began lapping at the blond maned
cunt and the angry cock that drove relentlessly into it.  The musky, sweet
smell and taste of her little sister's pussy, the feel of her buterfly-like
tongue on her clitoris, and the hard cock penetrating deep into her body,
drove Becky to orgasm almost immediately.  Her mouth clamped onto Beth's
hairless mound, tongue lapping deep inside the throbbing canal, searching
for the younger woman's womb.  Feeling her sister's orgasm, Beth grasped
the pistoning cock on an outstroke and re-directed it to Becky's tiny anus,
while she drove her own tongue deep into the dripping cunt above her mouth.
Donald spread Becky's globes apart and slowly but relentlessly drove his
well lubricated staff into the tight hole.  Still cumming, Becky drove her
ass into the onslaught of his cock, wriggling, forcing her tiny hole to
open to his attack.  As soon as she became used to his girth, he began a
slow, then faster and more forceful penetration of her buttery softness. 
Soon, he was fucking her ass with wild abandon, his hips slapping her firm
mounds while Beth lapped her sister's lubricating juices, teasing the bud
of her clitoris, making her climax again and again.  Beth too, had
climaxed, her loving sister's tongue teasing the sweet pussy untill she
moaned with delight and lust, her hips lifting off the floor, grinding at
the soft mouth that caused her such pleasure.  Satisfied, but still wanting
more, Beth once again wriggled out from under her beloved sister's writhing
body, straddled her hips, and demanded her share of the hard pole attacking
her sister's anus.

   "Bethy wants some too!  Put it in my ass too, daddy, please!  Remember,
we share." With a regretful moan, he left the sweet softness of Becky's ass
and redirected his hard tool at the tight hole presented to him by his
lover.  She spread her mounds wide apart, and demanded in a rough voice;
"Fuck it hard!"

   He opened the little hole first with a finger, amazed at how easily she
released the muscle tension, directed his throbbing cock at the entrance,
and rammed it home without stopping.  She screamed in pain, her ass feeling
as though it was being ripped apart by his steel hard cock.  He grabbed her
hips holding her tightly to him, feeling her anal canal contract around his
throbbing organ.  He ground his hips into her driving as deeply into her as
possible.  Her own father never knew how she needed the pain, along with
the humiliation of his cock in her ass.  Donald knew instinctivly that she
needed the pain.  It represented her punishment for seducing her father. 
She rubbed her soft mound on her sister's back, fingering her clit
furiously as she writhed and cried out in pain, all the while forcing her
ass into his groin, taking more and more of him into her bowels as her
cannal relaxed.  He made an attempt to back out of her, to relieve the pain
somewhat, but she cried out a sharp "NO!" and wriggled hard into his hips.
She writhed, impailed on his relentless pole, pleasure waves flowing from
her painful anus through her climaxing cunt, warming her softly swinging
breasts.  She felt full now, satisified if only he would cum inside her. 
Grunting like a young beast, she writhed and ground into him, her anal
cannal gripping and relaxing it's hold on his throbbing cock, seeming to
suck at the thing that invaded it, threatening to tear it from his body
with it's grip.  Her hold on his rod began to become painful as her vaginal
climaxes increased her anal muscle's tension.  He forced her into a fucking
motion despite her resistance untill he was pounding her ass with long
forceful strokes.  Her pain now became that of pure pleasure as he pistoned
into her anal cannal, thrusting roughly, pushing hard into her tender body.
She shreaked and moaned, bit into her sister's shoulder leaving deep red
teeth marks untill Becky could take no more and scrambled out from under
her sister.  Becky watched in awe as his generous tool disappeard
repeatedly into her tiny sister's hungry hole.  Becky grabbed his balls,
lifted them and gently kneeded them as they slammed into Beth's twin
globes. Suddenly Donald began grunting and moaning faster and louder,
signaling his impending climax.  His hips rammed forward, his cock driving
to it's full length into her soft, sucking, ass hole, where he exploded
with a grunt like a mad bull.  His semen shot deep into her, bathing her
hot cannal with it's thick liquidity.

   -9

   Beth squealed in delight as she felt his hot load shoot into her
overheated anus, her fingers now deep in her precious cunt as she coaxed
her final climax from her almost bleeding clitoris.  Spent, she collapsed
onto the floor, taking Donald with her, his powerful arms holding her
beautiful body, her contracting anus tightly holding his still engorged
penis deep inside her, still spewing the last of his load.  He rolled onto
his back, setting her on his lap so she wouldn't have to carry his weight.
Always eager to take advantage of a situation, Becky immediately straddled
him and presented his mouth with her succulent mound, still dripping with
her musky juices.  The scent of her warm vagina enlivened him again
although he was becomming bone weary.  He pulled her tiny waist to his face
and once again lapped at the sweetness of her body, nibbling eagerly at her
sensitive clit, constantly licking away the drops of her lubricants as they
appeared at the lips of her soft cunt.  Beth could feel his cock begin to
fill with blood again, hardening, throbbing again inside her heated ass,
began riding him on her haunches like a shameless whore.  taking him once
more deep inside her insatiable body.  Sweat rolled off her breasts as they
bounced.  The liquid gathering between her legs, dripping on the carpet in
a salty puddle.  Exhausted, he climaxed much too soon for either of the
sisters.  Becky had begun to climax, pulling his head deep between her legs
as she cried out, his tongue licking furiously at her clit, lips sucking at
her tender mound.  Beth felt him throb deep inside her ass, but felt no
explosion of cum as she had before.  Donald was drained.  Becky begged him
for more, even after he lay his head on the carpet.  He continued sucking
at her musky mound untill her final climax flowed over her.  Reluctantly,
she moved off of him, kissed his lips tenderly and said; "Thank you daddy.
I taste good, don't I?" Donald merely nodded, and smiled, "Very good." he
said.  Reaching for Beth, he pulled her beautiful body on top of his, her
head close to his, and whispered; "Get the hell off me!"

   "You're still hard daddy, and I want it untill it isn't anymore!" She
sat back up on his lap and began to ride his stiff tool, squirming and
grinding his hips untill he finally began to go limp inside her.  Only then
did she let him go, his half-sized cock squeezing out of her silky ass.  It
took almost two days before he was able to recover from the combined attack
of the sisters.  They allowed him to sleep alone the first night, he
demanded it actually, afraid that if one of them should awaken, they both
would drain his very blood for their satisfaction.  They fed him well to
make sure he regained his strength.  He fooled them both by going back to
work, to recuperate.

   Working revived him.  His attitude changed, of course.  Those employees
that hadn't quit in the months after Beth disappeared decided to stick
around.  Production went up and things were beginning to return to normal,
at least as normal as things can get when a middle aged man tries to keep
two insatiable women happy.

   Not everything was perfect however.  Beth's agent called late one
evening just before Don returned from work.  It was time to come back to
reality, she had said, otherwise there would be no more career for the
world's most beautiful woman to come back to.

   "Look in the tabloids Beth," she said, "You aren't there anymore.  When
they abandon you, you're in deep shit!"

   It was true, she realized.  Her name hadn't been mentioned for months,
and her pictures hadn't seen the front pages of even the sleaziest rags. 
That wasn't good.  Maybe it was time to come back from the dead.  Daddy
would know what to do, he always did.

   "What do you want to do, Beth?" He asked after being told what her agent
had said.

   "What I really want now is to get married to you, be left alone for a
while, and when I get ready, go back to my adoring public like nothing ever
happened.  Somehow, I don't see that happening though," she smiled.

   "I like the getting married part," he said, "except for that one huge
problem I have now."

   "And that is?"

   "This country doesn't allow or recognize marrying two women at the same
time, and unless you haven't been paying any attention at all over the last
few weeks, you know that I am deeply in love with both you and Becky.  It
isn't right I guess, and I might not have believed it possible, but I am,
and I'm stuck with that as a problem."

   Becky, who had overheard the conversation from the hallway, ran to
Donald's arms, kissing his face, hugging him tightly.

   "You can't believe what it means to me to have you say that," she said.
"You have made me feel so loved since I've been here with you two.  I have
never felt left out or in the way like I did sometimes with our real
parents.  I actually know how much you love me, and it means the world to
me.  What ever decision you make I will respect and honor, even if it means
I have to move out.  Having felt this much love from you has made it all
worth while."

   "She's not leaving!" exclaimed Beth, panic in her voice.

   "Who said she was?" returned Donald.  "She's not going anywhere, unless
we go too!  Enough of that kind of talk, I think I have a wierd kind of
solution.  It doesn't really solve anything, at least legally, but it just
might do the trick for us."

   At city hall, the following week, with Mandy, Miss Birdie, Roy, and Old
Oscar in attendance, Donald married Bethany Rebecca DeCameron.  The two
sisters standing next to each other during the ceremony while the
attendants/witnesses stood just a little further away.  Mandy noticed.  No
one else did.  Mandy knew.

   Keeping the wedding quiet hadn't been easy, but with the disguise they
were able to get away with it and even managed to put their wedding
pictures in the local paper without anyone knowing what they were looking
at.  Privately, they had other wedding photos done without the disguises.
Beth called a photographer she had worked with extensivly, swore her to
secrecy, flew her into town and had photos taken that would have sold on
the internet for thousands.  Wedding night photos of the three of them
engaged in all manner of sexual play.  The photographer shot roll after
roll of film untill she ran out.  She then joined the fun with her
assistant.

   The time came for the Academy Awards.  Beth was out of the running for
any award, but contacted the Academy, through her agent, to be a special
presenter.  It ws her time to come out of hiding.  She was to present the
award for makeup, not usually considered to be a major news event
associated with award night.

   The Master of Ceremonies had no idea who he was presenting to give the
award, and said so.  All he knew was that it was a mystery guest, a Ms. 
Anderson.  Few paid any attention to the overweight, painfully plain
looking, dark haired, girl who glided awkwardly to the podium.  Silently,
she bowed to the audience, piroeted once and began to shed clothing as she
spoke.  "Good evening!" Off came the pants.

   "First of all, I'd like to apologize to you all for the trouble I've
caused." Off came the formless, long sleeved blouse, along with, seemingly,
fourty pounds of weight.  She was now dressid in a tight fitting pale pink
cocktail dress that barely came below her waist.

   "Many of you honestly worried about me.  It was wrong of me to allow
that to happen." Off came the formless shoes, replaced by spike heels.

   "I found what I was desperately searching for....." she paused to remove
plastic inserts from inside her cheeks, designed to puff out her face
giving the illusion of added weight.  "What was impossible for me to find
as myself." A cloth was handed to her by an assistant, Mandy, who helped
remove the dark, thick, makeup from her beautiful face.

   Most of the audience now recognized the mystery guest.  Some began to
cheer, others to merely gasp in wonder, many stood and applauded.

   "A person to love me for the person I am inside, with all my problems
and faults." Off came the dark wig, her thick trademark auburn hair flowed
to her waist in waves.  The audience began going wild, everyone stood
applauding her return.  It was some time before the audience settled down
enough for her to go on.

   "Please let me share the love I have found with you here, my husband,
Donald Anderson." Donald rose from his seat next to Becky who beamed for
the camera as the television commentator mentioned the rumors of her
mysterious relationship to Miss DeCameron.  Lights and cameras captured the
nobody from Thompsonville and made him an instant celebrity.  On stage,
Beth introduced Mandy to the world as the "Best friend a small-town girl
could ever hope to have," thereby assuring that Mandy would never have to
return home again, if she so desired.  Now she was somebody, just the way
she always dreamed.

   The usual media blitz took place again, just as it had when she
disappeared.  Beth and Donald made the rounds of the talk shows with Becky.
Mandy had her own spots to do as well, telling how she came to know Sara,
the sweet virginal girl from nowhere who always seemed to have something
nice to say about everyone she met.  How she discovered who she really was,
and the good times they had together.  She left out the very good times
though.  Beth's reputation didn't include her being a wildly sexual being
unleashed on an unsuspecting middle-age man, nor did it include the fact
that Beth's beautiful sister shared her marriage bed as Donald's other
wife.

   Miss Birdie's restaurant now contained a large autographed poster of
Beth, in a low-cut evening gown, thanking Birdie for being such a great
friend and teacher.  Birdie now needed two waitresses for the evening shift
since it didn't look like Mandy was comming back any time soon.  She was
innundated with applications from the prettiest girls in the area.  Roy was
thrilled.  He had no illusions of leaving the safety of Birdie's for an
outside world that he knew would eat him alive.  Besides, he got to pick
the waitresses.  Roy could pick 'em too!  The night shift at Birdi's became
the place to go to see the prettiest girls in the county.  As long as he
didn't get caught by the customers, or the health department, or get them
pregnant, Birdi let him get away with his non-cooking activities, which she
suspected took place more often than she would have liked.  It didn't
happen as often as she thought.  Roy was still in love with Mandy.

   Beth's house in the hills was cozy but not overly large, eight rooms
with three baths, and a huge recreation room with pool table, weight
equipment, and sundry toys.  The sleeping area was above the living room. A
low wall and a railing protected an open balcony that served as the
bedroom. It completely encircled the living room, skylights bathed the area
with a warm glow during the day and could be opened for the night breazes.
A large walless, shower combined with a sunken bath were the centerpieces
of the bath room.  Tropical plants and natural rock formations made for a
jungle feel in the upper bath.  The ground floor rooms were built of hand
hewn wood and stone rescued from some of the abandoned gold mines in the
area, ancient tools adorned the walls, giving the lower floor a distinctly
masculine feel.  The sleeping area was very distinctly feminine, finished
in light pastel colors and polished brass.  The custom made bed was huge,
half again the size of a king-size.  There was plenty of room for the
sisters and "their" husband to play.  Completely hidden from outside view,
the four acres of grounds provided the three lovers with plenty of outside
room to play too.  They rarely dressed, the girls enjoying the oportunity
for sex any time Donald got the urge, which was often.

   The three of them settled into a homey life together, the two sisters
had enough money put away between them so that no one would ever have to
work again if they didn't want to.  They found it fun to become domestic,
and it opened up ever changing possibilities for sexual experiments.

   Practicing her cooking one afternoon, Donald watched as Beth bent over
the sink washing a cucumber for a salad.  She noticed him watching her,
smiled, and began licking the vegetable sensuously, stroking it as though
she expected it to cum in her mouth.  Donald crossed the room, his cock
getting larger and harder as he made his way toward the teasing beauty. 
Just before he reached her, she grinned broadly and inserted the peeled,
white, vegetable into her soft pussy.  "Sorry," she coo'd, "occupied!"

   "Turn around!" he demanded.  Happily, she complied and bent over the
sink as he applied a small amount of salad oil to his now rigid cock.  He
gently spread her firm ass cheeks apart and nudged his oily cock head at
her pink anus.  She relaxed the muscle for him as much as she could as he
applied firm, continuous pressure to the tiny hole.  His cock head entered
her, she squeezed him briefly and then relaxed again as he pushed deeper
into her hungry anus.  She loved the feel of his hardness deep in her ass.
He was always tender, unless she was in the mood for rough play, and never
intentionally hurt her even then.  His fingers slipped to the front of her
hips, slipping into her tight cunt.  His long middle finger burried into
her slit could not touch the cucumber, she had taken it deep inside her
tiny body.  His cock slid deliciously further, slowly, into her tight ass.
She wriggled and squirmed trying to get the hard cock further into her.  He
teased her clit with one hand and fondled one lovely breast with the other,
flicking at the pale pink nipple till it hardened, pulling at it till she
sighed with pleasure.  His hips began their ancient motion of lust, slowing
drawing out of her beautiful ass till just the very tip remained imbedded
in her, and then slowly, torturously, slid back into her.  He took his time
fucking her beautiful ass.  It felt so good to be inside her squeezing
softness.  She had learned to squeeze him on the outstroke and relax as he
entered.  He loved the feeling it gave.  They tortured each other with
their lust.  Soon, his strokes became more insistant.  Stronger, faster, as
he approached climax.

   "Please, not yet!" she begged.  He pulled his cock out of her, and spun
her around, as he went to his knees before her magnificent hips. 
Immediately his mouth found her warm cunt, his tongue her clitoris. 
Eagerly, he licked at her juicy slit, the taste of the peeled cucumber
faintly lingering on her cunt lips, inside her channel.  She forced her
hips toward his licking tongue, working the muscles inside her to push the
cucumber out of her body, into his mouth.  Grasping the vegetable in his
teeth he used his head to fuck the firm pussy.  Watching his bobbing head,
she imagined that this must be what it looked like to him when she sucked
his cock.  The thought amused and excited her at the same time.  Her hips
began thrusting in time to his head's bobbing as she pretended to fuck his
mouth with her cucumber cock.

   Becky took that time to enter the room from outside where she had been
lying in the sun.  As usual, she too was naked, her browned body glistening
with sweat from the intense rays of the afternoon sun.  Partially hidden
behind a counter, Becky could only see her sister from the waist up, but
knew immediately that more than just lunch was happening in the kitchen. 
Beth's head was thrown back, the long auburn hair flying, her eyes closed
in ecstasy as the cucumber drove relentlesly into her sweating body.  At
first Becky thought her sister was pleasuring herself; "Need some help,
baby sister?" she asked softly.

   "Augh!" exclaimed Beth as her first orgasm flowed from her sensitive
clit.  Becky saw what was happening now, saw Donald's errect cock waving in
the air, going to waste.  "Mmmmm!" she moaned and grasped the throbbing
tool in her warm hand.  "That looks like fun," she said.  Donald removed
the cucumber from Beth's warm mound, and offered it to Becky.  "Do it!"
exclaimed Beth, "Put it in her.  Do her like you were doing me!" The now
warm vegetable disappeared into the blond trimmed hole, followed by Beth's
tongue, as Donald pressed his straining cock at Becky's tiny hole.  "Yes!
Please!" she begged, as the pressure on her ass increased.  Becky prefered
sex a little rougher than her little sister, prefered powerful, hard
thrusts to the torturously slow sex Beth usually liked.  Becky spread her
legs wide, and thrust back hard as Donald shoved the tip of his cock into
her.  He paused for an instant or two, and then shoved his hard rod deep
into the blond's overheated anus untill his balls slapped her dripping
cunt. She squirmed, and moaned loudly, clamping hard onto the throbbing
thing in her precious ass.  As soon as he was sure she was used to him, he
began to fuck her beautiful ass with long hard thrusts.  Her sister
continued to lap at her sweating mound, tasting the cucumber just inside.
She used her fingertips to spread the firm lips apart, licking hard at the
tiny, pulsing bud, while Donald's cock slammed relentlessly into her anus.
Beth then presented her firm ass to her sister, and told her; "Push it out!
Fuck me with it!" It turned out to be an easier task than she expected, the
well lubricated, warm,vegetable slid easily into Beth's darling cunt.  They
took turns drawing it in and pushing it out to be taken up by the other's
sucking cunt.  Amazed by what he could see, Donald continued his attack on
Becky's hot ass, jamming her relentlessly, grunting with pleasure.  Already
primed, Beth began to climax, hard, as her sister ground her hips into her
tight ass, shoving the cucumber deep into the throbbing pussy.  Donald too,
was close to his release, his cock swelling, the thick cum beginning it's
journey through his throbbing cock.  Overwhelmed by the swelling cock in
her tortured anus and the pistoning cucumber in her cunt, Becky began
feeling the warm flow of climaxes beginning to pour through her lust
ravaged body.  She stiffened momentarily, the slippery vegetable passing to
her sister for the final time as her body ejected the now hot cucumber into
Beth's hungry pussy.  Becky began to shudder as the climaxes became more
and more intense.  Donald grunted loudly, his rod pulsed as the sticky
fluid spurted deep into Becky's tight rectum.  He held her hips tightly
while his cock emptied it's load into the beautiful woman's anus.

   Lunch came later than usual that afternoon, the still warm cucumber
sliced onto Donald's salad was eaten with a relish by the exhausted
husband.

   -10 The Anderson house, hidden as it was, saw few actual visitors, but
now with her love life assured, and having been away from her work for so
long, Beth decided to begin a return to the outside world again.  She and
Becky decided to treat Donald to their world of fashon models.

   "It'll be nice to see the girls again for a while.  We can catch up on
old times, get back into the loop a little, Becky.  You can find out what
you have been missing in the design sector.

   "And Donny gets to be surrounded by beautiful women.  He should like
that a lot!"

   "Shall we invite some pretty boys to balance it out?"

   "Maybe one or two, but we can't forget Mandy!  How about if we fly Roy
out for her to play with?"

   "That would be so much fun," replied Beth.  "You're such a good friend
to think of it.  Maybe they'll finallly decide to get married, now that
Roy's wife has agreed to a divorce."

   "I'd still like to do him one time before that happens." said Becky,
remembering the night at Birdi's restaurant when Roy's prodigous prick
erupted it's milky white guyser onto her and Mandy's face.

   It turned out to be a small affair, as most of that type of party goes,
but it was high class.There was an important show going on in New York
which whittled down the guest list considerably, but what it lacked in
size, it made up for it in style.  Of the thirty women who were able and
anxious to come, there were none who were not famous.  A common bed sheet
could have provided the ammount of fabric used to dress them all.

   Beth called it The Night of Pretty People.  Don called it extravigant.
Becky called it the swinger's party.  Mandy called it connection time! 
While poor Roy was totally speechless.  From the time the Rolls Royce limo
picked him up at the airport and delivered him into the midst of thirty of
the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on, Roy was hardly able to
speak.  Of course the models thought it was charming, and made a fuss about
him.  Mandy just figgured he couldn't talk because all the blood for his
brain was feeding his huge cock.

   "Hello Roy," breathed a stunning blond woman, who wore so little it had
hardly been worth the effort to put it on.  Wide leather straps served to
cover the nipples of her large but firm breasts.  The straps formed a
lattuce below the breasts and became a very short mini-skirt.  She wore no
underwear.  Then again, neither did most of the other women.

   "Mandy!" Roy exclaimed.  "Damn, you look so beautiful!"

   "You're not supposed to notice, that's the way it is here.  Having fun?"

   "I've seen better parties of course," he joked, "but the view is
particularly nice."

   "Well, the party is going to liven up for you soon," she said giving the
bulge in his tight pants a nudge with her leg, "but we need to wait around
for a while.  Mingle Roy!" She glided away from him, her thigh-high boots
clicking on the hard wood floor.  He watched her sadly, his gut telling him
that she was too big now, too important.  One of them.  She would never
want him now, just a cook in a tiny restaurant in a tiny town.  Mandy had
been propelled to the big city just as she dreamed.  One should not feel
sorry for Roy, however, for his fortune was about to change dramaticly.

   "Hello Roy, remember me?" breathed a soft voice in his ear just as he
was feeling his worst about Mandy.  He rememered very well the succulant
blond maned slit that had tasted so sweet, the feel of her hungry mouth on
the head of his rigid cock, the look of lust as his load shot onto her and
Mandy's face, the smile on her lips as she licked his cum from Mandy's
pretty face.

   "Hello Becky," he said quietly.  "I didn't think you'd remember me."
Although he always hoped she would.  This woman was a prize not to be taken
lightly.

   "Who do you think invited you, dear boy?  Would you like to view the
party from the loft?  It may prove more interesting than it sounds." The
tone of her voice heavy with suggestion.

   "Sounds like fun," he returned, "lead the way."

   Becky led him up the side staircase, her tiny mini-dress showing off her
naked ass, away from the crowded living room, and into the shadowy loft. 
She led him to the railing giving him a clear view of the party below.  In
one smooth motion, her dress lay draped over the railing, her naked body
glistening in the subdued light of the sleeping loft.

   "Watch the party for a while," she insisted, "pay no attention to me."
Her experienced hands began to unfasten his pants as she looked into his
eyes.  "You just let me enjoy the party my way." His loose fitting pants
fell away, revealing his turgid member.  Her hands grasped the throbbing
beast, stroking it tenderly.  Roy's hips began thrusting slowly in time to
her gentle strokes.  From a table nearby she opened a jar of exotic
lubricating cream, smeared some on his rigid cock, and made sure he watched
her as she applied a generous amount to her beautiful blond cunt as well as
her tiny anus.  Her now well lubricated hands returned to his hard cock,
both hands circled his meat stroking it ever faster and harder.  Becky
stopped suddenly, leaned closer to his ear and said huskily; "Pick a hole
and fill it!" She then turned her back to him and leaned over, presenting
him with her gorgeous ass, her hands on the railing to steady herself for
the comming penetration.  He stroked her round ass admiringly before
inserting a finger just inside her soft vagina, spreading the firm lips
apart to touch and tease the tiny sensitive bud hiding inside.  She moaned
with pleasure at his touch, and again as she felt the insistant head of his
cock nudging at her tiny hole.  She released her grip on the railing and
spread apart her ass cheeks, giving permission for his onslaught into her
bowels.  "Oh yes," she rasped, "I was hoping you would do that!" Taking his
well lubricated cock in his hand, Roy pressed the head firmly into the
tightness of her ass.  She took a deep breath and relaxed herself as much
as possible as the massive tool continued easing it's way into her body,
splitting her open it seemed with it's girth.  Breathing harder, and
fighting to open herself for him, Becky began to wonder if she was able to
take all of him inside her.  She felt full, as though her stomach was being
skewered, and still he drove into her, relentlessly.

   "Are you okey?" he asked.  Roy knew how big he was, and was gentleman
enough to take it easy untill his lover was used to his size.  Once he knew
she was relaxed and used to him it was a different story.  She hesitated in
her answer and he began to back out of her.  "Mmmmm," she sighed, "Ooooooh
yes." He began gently fucking her ass, driving a little deeper with each
stroke, allowing her to get used to him a little at a time untill she felt
the gentle slap of his massive balls on her darling cunt.  Pulling her hips
tighter into his, he ground himself into her for maximum penetration.  His
fingers returned to the delicious cunt, again teasing her clitoris. 
Impailed on his staff, she squirmed , returning the grinding motion of his
hips, driving herself further onto his manhood, sweating, fighting the
screams of lust welling up inside her.  Her tiny hole was now well relaxed
and open for him and he began stroking her canal faster, harder, just the
way she liked.

   The party-goers in the living room had, one by one, noticed Becky's
naked body through the railing, noticed the activity of the man behind her,
knew what was happening and stared in fasctination as the beautiful woman
took the massive cock so easily into her hot ass.  Several women began
fingering themselves through their clothing, turned on by the sight.  The
rasp of zippers signaled the appearence of several rigid cocks.  Succulant
mouths found their way to the hard cocks, as did soft, firm cunts.  Within
a very few minutes, the party had become an orgy of writhing bodys, led
from above by Becky and Roy who were unaware, and uncaring, of the turn the
party had taken.  Mandy, perched on Donald's face, her succulant cunt
firmly planted in his searching mouth, watched as Roy's thrusts appeared to
almost lift Becky off the floor, watched the look of lust on the woman's
face as she took the huge cock deep into her small body.  Becky's breasts
swayed with each powerful thrust, drops of sweat rolling down to the rose
colored tips before dripping onto the floor below.  Beth, impaled onto
Donald's throbbing meat, took Mandy's warm, naked body in her arms as she
rode her beloved husband.

   "Do you love him?" She whispered into Mandy's ear.

   "Not really," she replied, "but I just love the way he eats!"

   "I meant Roy, you silly girl, not Donald." She said, stroking her
friend's blond hair.  "You can't have Donald, but you could have Roy if you
wanted him."

   "Well, right now he's leading this orchestra with your sister, and I
think he's enjoying it."

   "You can always cut in, you know.  If that was the man I loved, I'd have
my face in his crotch, sucking that big dick for all I was worth!"

   "I intend to, just as soon as Donald finishes me off.  Damn Beth, he's
good at this.  I almost wish I'd gotten to him before you did," she said
huskily.

   Beth only grinned as her hungry pussy rode the length of his hardness.
She watched as Mandy's hips ground onto Donald's mouth faster, his tongue
deep into her firm canal.  Beads of sweat began to form on her lovely face,
her eyes closed, as Mandy approached what Beth knew would be a very intense
orgasm.  Both women, approaching fulfillment at the same rate, drew each
other closer in a lust induced embrace.  Their lips touched, mouths open,
tounges exploring, soft hands caressing firm, hard nippled, breasts.  The
kiss became more intense as the orgasmic waves enveloped their bodies,
sending both women into the realms of ecstasy.  Consiousness of the man
whose ministrations had caused their climaxes had ceased, replaced by the
firm, soft body held in their arms.  Tender, feathery touches replaced the
hard, throbbing cock, and searching tongue that lay below their fluttering
vaginas.  Lust for each other replaced lust for him during that kiss.  It
was the first time for either of them that a woman became an important part
of the sex act.  While Beth had made love to Donald with Becky involved,
the sisters generally concentrated their energies on him with little
attention paid to each other.  Mandy had never wanted another woman to
touch her "that way", found it repulsive.  That would all change now. 
Others watched the two women, jealeous of the obvious pleasures they were
producing, jealous of Mandy who held the most beautiful woman in the world
in her arms, and of Donald who pleased both of these sirens to the point of
orgasm.  As she came, Mandy held Beth tighter, and squirmed roughly on
Don's mouth, oblivious to everything else as she climaxed, driving her
tongue deeply into Beth's mouth untill she began to cry out in her intense
pleasure.  Beth kissed her face, stroked her hair and body as her friend
lost control.  Donald's tongue had touched that most sensitive place in her
firm cunt, felt the effect it produced, and concentrated on it untill the
orgasms exploded deep within her.  The effect on Beth of Mandy's intense
orgasm was to heighten her own climax.  She drove her hips down hard on the
rigid tool that gave her so much pleasure, rocking back and forth,
stimulating her clit even further.  Only faintly did she feel the swell of
his rod as his semen filled her sucking cavity, bathing her hot canal with
it's sticky balm.  She clamped her vaginal muscles around the object of her
lust, pulling each precious drop of cum from the pulsing cock, taking it
deep into herself.  Still holding him tightly she struggled to her knees.
His cock left her with a barely audible pop.  Beth knew Mandy would do
anything for her now.  Gently, she dismounted her lover, and lay Mandy back
onto the floor, caressing the blond's body with her own as she worked her
hips toward her face.  Rising to her haunches, she gently lowered her
succulent cunt to the moist lips of her friend.  Mandy's mouth opened, her
tongue extended as Beth lowered herself, the musky smell of recent sex, the
feel of Beth's firm mound on her lips caused Mandy to climax again.  As she
licked at her clitoris, Beth released Donald's load into her friend's
mouth, mixed with her own juices.

   In the loft, Becky and Roy continued their escapades.  Roy took his time
with her.  Starting out fast and furious, he reduced to slow and delicious.
She had climaxed several times, her fingers and his fingers manipulating
her delicate clitoris while he maintained a steady rythm in her tight ass
with his hard tool.  Soon she too felt the telltale swell of his cock in
her rectum.  Roughly he grasped her hips, driving himself deeply into her,
grunted loudly and shot his thick sperm load into the tightness of her ass.
Becky could feel the force of his climax deep in her stomach as his semen
exploded into her.  She imagined it spewing from her mouth as it tore
through her tender body, sending shock waves of orgasm to her brain.  She
ground her ass furiously into his hips as he held her firmly impaled on his
spewing pole untill his throbbing climax slowed to a stop.

   Below them could be heard the sounds of others climaxing, some women
screaming in wild abandon as their orgasms gripped them.  One woman of
particular beauty, a cock in her ass and one in her cunt while yet another
penetrated her lovely mouth, shrieked in delight as all three men
ejaculated within seconds of each other, filling her lithe body with their
milky cum.

   Releasing his now deflating member from her tight anus with a slippery
pop, Becky's mind began to clear enough to see what was going on below
them. Turning, she took Roy in her arms and leaned against the railing.  "I
do believe we've started something down below," she whispered.  "This
otherwise rather dull party has turned into something worth talking about!"

   "Yes, let's talk about it!  I believe that's my man you were just
fucking, Becky!" Mandy, Beth, and Donald had come up the stairs watching
the couple until they finished.

   "Let's not complain about ownership untill you wipe the cum off your
pretty lips," returned Becky with a knowing smile.  Mandy broke into a wide
grin and made an exagerated motion of wiping her mouth clean.  "Damn,
busted!" she said.  Breaking away from Roy, Becky whispered into Mandy's
ear; "He's fantastic!  If you love him you'd better tell him fast.  I think
a couple of those girls down there are waiting for him."

   "I intend to," she replied.  "Roy, you have two choices.  Fuck me now,
this instant, or marry me!"

   "But..." he stammered.

   "That's what I thought," she broke in, "you three are invited to our
wedding, details later!"

   Roy took her naked body into his strong arms and whispered into her ear.

   "Then go wash the damn thing and let's get busy!" To the others she
said,"He says he'll do both."

   The party never made the pages of the scandal sheets, the party-goers
knew better than to tell.  The sisters knew that many of these gatherings
degenerated into sexual orgies, the guests they had invited had attended
several of them in the past.  They also served to forge bonds between the
models and those influential body brokers who served as agents or company
ad people.  Many found it easy to recomend for a modeling position a woman
who had recently taken some ad man's cock into her throat.  Talent like
that shouldn't go to waste.

   -11 The girls decided to plan Mandy's wedding, and also to pay for a
hefty amount of it.  They weren't about to let their best friend get
married in anything less than grand style.  The wedding was to take place
back in Thompsonville.  They invited the town.  It was up to Donald, as
best man, to plan the bachelor party for Roy, but once again the girls got
involved.  They were the ones who invited Natalia as the main
entertainment.

   Sultry, Russian born, with a hint of almond eyes, Natalia was a high
priced prostitute who truely enjoyed her work.  Those who enlisted her
services, men and women, soon became devoted clients.  She was discreet,
young, intellegent and talented.  Thompsonville would never be the same
after Natalia.

   A male stripper, Scott, was chosen to be the entertainment for Mandy's
bachlorette party.  He had begun his career starring in porn movies and had
made quite a name for himself.  His outgoing personality, great sense of
humor, and rugged good looks only added to the charm of his huge penis, the
one real requirement for a porn star.

   Captain Dan's Gin Mill was the biggest saloon in the Thompsonville area.
Located just outside of town so as not to offend the more modest of the
town's blue-noses, the thriving saloon had a reputation as colored as Dan
could make it.  Friday nights found strippers on the stage at Captain
Dan's. If the ladies chose to take a customer into the furnished back room
for a closer look, Dan had no problem with that, so long as he got a small
percentage of the fee and the ladies cleaned up afterwards.  Customers in
the company of a man or woman who may or may not be their legal spouse,
also made use of the furnished back room for a modest fee.  Rumors of
rampant prostitution only added to the mistique, and the profit, of the
place though they were unfounded.  Despite it's reputation, Dan kept a
clean and honest house.  He could afford to.  Even the Mayor had used Dan's
back room when she took on her campaign manager, finance manager and top
vote getter at once.

   The Ladies Auxiliary Hall was retained for Mandy's bachelorette party.
Known locally as merely The Hall, few could remember just what it was
Auxiliary to.  Built in the late 1920's it remained a last vestage of Art
Deco Design.  Some thought the place had been a speak-easy during the
prohabition era, the old building held secret passages that only a few
residents knew about.

   Roy's party started out tame enough.  A dozen of his pals had been
invited, fourteen showed up.  Dan's strippers came on stage after the doors
had been locked and the Private Party sign had been placed in the shuttered
window.  The prettiest of the local girls, Dan's strippers had all been
hired for the evening.  One at a time they mounted the stage and began
dancing to the heavy music from the sound system, shedding clothing as they
swayed to the beat.  Once a girl got down to her underwear, the next girl
would take to the stage while the previous one continued to shed costume
untill all ten danced nude on the stage.  The liquor flowed freely, as did
the hoots and cat-calls.  This was a rowdier group than usual, and a look
of suspicion and fear began to grip a couple of the girls, while the rest
were stimulated by the attention.  Naturally the bulk of the attention was
on Roy, who many of the girls knew either by reputation or experience.  As
the music continued, the girls came off the stage one at a time, surrounded
him and danced with him, rubbing their naked bodies against him, kissing
him and generally making the still clothed future bridegroom as miserable
as possible with their sensuality.  Don and Roy's friends urged them on to
chants and hoots, the girls getting bolder with the addition of liquor. 
Slowly Roy was beginning to loose his clothing along with his inhabitions,
One young brunette removed his shirt while another deftly loosened his belt
and pants button.  His pants remained on his hips due to the large bulge of
his prodigious cock which did not go unnoticed by the dancers surrounding
him, several of whom gave the bulge more than just a passing tug.  A
particularly buxom blond girl grasped his pants and gave them a tug,
following them down to the floor.  Roy's stiffened tool sprang free just in
front of her pretty face.  Expecting to encounter underwear beneath his
loose fitting pants, the startled girl gave a tiny shreak of surprise. 
Rising to her knees, she captured the waving beast between her firm breasts
and began stroking him.  As she lowered herself, she licked the tip of
Roy's cock as it appeared from her twin mounds close to her ruby lips.  The
hoots and encouragements from his friends increased as he tit fucked the
young beauty.  The dancers now began to perform for the other guests, each
girl picked out one or two for lap dances or just to rub their breasts in
the men's faces.  A few encouraged their chosen guests to get to their feet
and helped them undress.  Others merely unzipped the man's pants and
extracted his cock.  One of the brunette girls, the one who had removed
Roy's shirt, took on three men at once, a cock in each hand and one in her
pretty mouth.

   Suddenly a door slammed open, a loud voice was heard shouting.  "Filthy,
shameless hussies!" it screemed.  All action stopped, everyone looked in
the direction of the voice.  In the doorway of the back room stood a
figgure that looked like it had stepped out of the ninteenth century.  A
large bonnet covered a head of long red hair, a flowing floor length dress
with bustle covered the body, no lace adorned the frock.  What appeared to
be an axe was held aloft in one hand.  "I will teach you to defile the fine
men of this fair village!" she screemed.  Trembling, the girls backed
slowly away from the men they were servicing, looking eagerly for the exit
door, gauging their chances of escape before the crazy woman hacked them to
pieces.  The woman grasped the trembling shoulders of the little brunette
who had taken on the three men.  "You!" she said in a quieter voice,
raising the axe with her other hand, "You are the only one getting it
right!" She placed the fake axe on the table, and with one hand whisked off
the bonnet, with the other stripped away the long dress.  The young
strippers collectivly sighed in relief, the fear of death replaced with
wonder at the sight of this statuesque Russian woman.  Natalia's large
breasts glistened in the light, nipples hard, pink and inviting.  she shook
her hair free, and immediately pulled Roy and Don toward her.  She pointed
to another man and demanded that he join her on stage.  "This is how you
must corrupt the men of this fair village!" she said loudly.  She ordered
Donald to lie on the floor.  When he did she straddled his hips and
immediately guided his cock into her lubricated vagina.  She then pointed
to Roy.  "You, here," she said pointing to her upturned ass.  Roy smiled,
and knelt behind the Russian, fitting his hardness at the door to her anus.
Finding it too, well lubricated, he leaned slowly forward, pressing the
head into her tightness untill she became used to his size.  A sigh escaped
from the experienced red head, and she leaned back to accept more of the
bridegrooms rod.  She then pointed to the third man, another well hung
friend of the cook.  "You, kneel here!" she said indicating a place in
front of her head.  When he did so, she turned to the remainder of the
guests and the young strippers, "Practice what I show you!" she demanded,
"Then you will know how to defile these fine men like a professional!"
Resting on one hand she took the man's cock in her hand and brought it to
her lips, wetted her finger and reached between his legs.  Slowly and
sensuously she inserted her finger into the man's anus and his cock into
her mouth.  Barely moving, she soon had all three men groaning and grunting
like wild animals.  Fascinated, for a short while, the young strippers
watched the woman take the three most well endowed men with ease into her
body.  "She said practice!" said the buxom blond, and took the hand of a
guest, leading him to a table, she bent over it, resting one leg on a
nearby chair presenting him with her beautiful opened mound.  "Enjoy!" she
said to the happy man.  "But if you're going to go for my ass, please be
careful.  I've never done it before." Two seconds later her wet pussy was
filled to the uterus with his cock.  Within a very few seconds the saloon
was the scene of tangled bodies, the girls went from one guest to another,
fucking one, sucking another.  Anyone found engaged in anal sex was given
an alcohol wipe to clean off his cock before plunging it into one of Dan's
stripper's box.  "Nobody should get a desease from having fun!" he said
loudly, plunging his own tool into the waiting mouth of the blond on the
table.

   Engagement gifts had been offered to the future bride amongst the oohs
and ahhs of the others.  Silly suggestive games were being played by the
dozen or so girls in attendance.  Red faced and laughing they were in the
middle of passing an inflated condom, by mouth from one to the other in
teams, when suddenly, from one of the old secret passageways, sounds could
be heard.  "You'll never take me alive coppers!" they heard, and then what
sounded like gunfire.  The secret passageway burst open and there appeared
a handsome man dressed in a zoot suit, wide brimed fedora hat and carrying
a Thompson submachinegun.  Blood oozed down his chest as he stumbled into
the room.  Several of the women screemed in horror at the sight.  The
sisters merely smiled and ran toward the door shutting it hurridly,
gathering the wounded man in their arms and helped him stumble into the
midst of the group.  Sitting with him on the floor the sisters shielded him
from sight with their bodies.  "Maybe we should give him mouth to mouth
resuscitation," suggested Beth.  "I think maybe we should," replied Mandy,
he looks delicious, er, I mean ill!" she corrected.  Tenderly, Beth removed
the wounded man's hat and applied her mouth to his, cradling his head in
her arms.

   "My god!' cried one of the women, "The man has been shot!  I'll call a
doctor."

   "Not really necessary.  I think he'll be feeling better very soon." said
Becky.  "I think we should loosen his clothing.  You get his shirt, I'll
get his pants." The concerned woman began to carefully loosen the man's
jacket and shirt, folding it back tenderly.  About the time she noticed
that there were no wounds underneath the clothing, Becky had whisked the
break-away pants from his legs exposing his naked body and fully errect
fourteen inch meat.

   "See?  He is feeling better after all!" said Beth grasping the huge
errection.  Sliding her soft hand up and down the length of it she asked
innocently, "You are feeling better aren't you Big Al?"

   "I'm getting there," he answered weakly.

   "I wonder if this would help," offered the concerned woman, who reached
under her skirt, moved her panties over and abruptly squated over the huge
errect cock.  Easing herself onto his rigid pole, she sighed as she lowered
herself onto the throbbing skewer.  "It may not help his health any, but
it's doing wonders for mine!" she sighed loudly.  A round of applause went
up for the woman.  Her closest friends knew she had not had sex for over a
year.  Her drunken husband had called her a lousy lay and refused to touch
her from then on.  Scott knew his work and was very good at delaying his
climaxes almost indefinitely.  Beth whispered the secret into his ear.  He
nodded once and began to give the woman the ride of a lifetime.  With his
very powerful arms, he lifted the woman's thighs, setting her back down on
him, legs wide apart.  Again and again he performed this feat of strength,
the woman sighing loudly each time she was settled down on the iron rod. 
He drew her into his arms, and holding her tightly, rose to his feet while
she wrapped her legs around his back.  He sat her well rounded bottom on
the table and began to slowly and gently fuck the deprived woman's hungry
canal until, soon, she began to shudder, once again wrapping her legs
around him she climaxed, loudly, not caring how embarassed she was going to
be later, or what others would say about her.  She needed release, and she
was getting it from this greek-god of a man.  The rest she would deal with
later.  Again and again she squealed in climax as Scott pistoned his
massive tool into the woman, until she tightened her grip on his back with
her legs, grinding her hips into him for the final orgasm.  Throwing her
head back in ecstacy, she sighed quite loudly one last time and released
her hold on the former porn star.  As he withdrew from her, she touched his
cheek with her lips and whispered; "Thank you, thank you very much.  You
have no idea how much I needed that."

   "Very much my pleasure," he returned with a warm smile.  With a handy
wet cloth he discretely wiped his rod, readying it for the next deprived
housewife to ride.  In turn, they all took advantage of Scott's gift, in
one way or another.  A few faithful women only wanted to stroke the huge
thing , just to be able to say they had done it.  Two sucked as much of it
as they could into their mouths, one of them getting half of it into her
throat before gagging.  The rest of the women laughed, but congratulated
her on a valliant effort.  Even Beth joined in, capturing his huge member
between her generous breasts for a few moments of firm tit fuck.  Were the
truth to be known, Scott came very close to climax watching this incredible
woman ride her beautiful breasts up and down the length of his penis, just
touching the very head of it with her pink tongue.  She knew how to tease,
that was for sure, and he was hardly able to resist.

   No one had noticed that Becky had left the room, so it became time for
the guest of honor to finish him off.  By the time Mandy presented herself
to the "wounded gangster" her mound was even wet on the outside.  She had
been discreetly fingering herself, as had others, and the evidence remained
in tiny glistening drops of lubricant around her dark pubic hairs. 
Kneeling before him, she took the man's penis in her hands and began to
gently stroke it, as her lips opened, tongue reaching out to touch the
underside of the massive head.  Cocking her head, she gently but firmly
kissed the underside of it, sucking a small amount of the sensitive skin
between her lips, teasing it with her tongue.  Still sucking, she lowered
her sensuous mouth down the bottom of his entire shaft, and then back to
the tip.  "Tastes pretty good," she said, smiling upwards at him.

   "Why, thank you ma'am," he returned.

   "Cum in my mouth, when you're ready," she whispered.  "I want to taste
it."

   "My pleasure!" he grinned.

   She returned her mouth to the head of his gigantic pole, licked her
lips, and began to slowly lower her mouth onto it.  The other women watched
in utter fascination as their friend took more and more of the rigid meat
into her delicate mouth, and then her throat.  Her eyes rolled back, the
lids shut, as she continued consuming his huge treat.  They knew she
couldn't breath, it had gone too far down her throat for that, but still
she kept the same slow pace.  Everyone stopped breathing, including Scott,
who was so very close to exploding his load into this talented woman's
throat.  Relentlessly her head twisted and turned, ever consuming him,
until to the total amazement of everyone, she had swallowed the entire
length of his cock, her nose resting above his pubic bone.  With her cheeks
hollowed, sucking hard, she began the trip up, her face turning red from
lack of breath.  Finally the tip of his huge member came into sight, the
women sighed a sigh of relief.  Again Mandy smiled up at him, breathing
hard, she said; "Very tasty indeed."

   "Damn," he exclaimed, "No one has been able to do that before!  How
would you like to star in a movie with me?" Her friends voiced approval at
this offer, even Beth encouraged her to at least give it a try, although
she knew Mandy wouldn't do it.

   Mandy merely smiled at the thought of doing this for money.  "If you can
fuck me to orgasm without climaxing, I'll suck you dry.  You can cum into
my throat." The other women went crazy.

   Scott smiled and lifted Mandy to her feet, took her to the table and
gently bent her face down on the cool wood.  Her legs spread wide apart,
Mandy trembled slightly as the huge cock began to travel slowly into her
firm cunt.  Short strokes, with each one going just a little deeper, caused
the pretty blond's ass to wriggle, fighting to take him further into her
body.  Sweat began to break out on her forehead as she took his thrusts,
moaning with pleasure as he skewered her firm, moist, canal.  Several more
slow strokes drove his huge cock fully into her hot body.  Holding her hips
firmly, he bagan to fuck her in earnest.  He witdrew from her till just the
tip of his meat remained imbedded in her warmth, and then lurched forward,
sinking the steel hard pole deep into her tenderness.  The women surrounded
the couple to watch Mandy's reactions, many of them with fingers burried
between their legs.  Scott increased his tempo, driving himself mercilessly
into her sweet cunt as she moaned louder with each thrust.  By edging the
upper portion of her vagina onto the table Mandy was able to rub her
clitoris across the edge of the wood, stimulating herself further as his
pumping hips rammed into her firm ass.  She gripped the far edge of the
table as she approached her climax, hoping he wouldn't cum before she did.
The thought of that huge cock pumping it's load of sperm into her throat
excited her beyound belief.  She fantasized about it, concentrating her
efforts on the feelings in her pussy.  She felt as though he were fucking
her stomach.  Not even Roy was hung like this man, but she desperately
wished he were here, burried in her cunt while she sucked this man's cock
dry...  Oh yes!  The stars were beginning to come out inside of her closed
eyes!  The waves of tremendous climax bagan to flow from her now tortured
hole to her brain and back again, She felt warm, shuddering , dizzying,
passion flow from the center of her ultra-sensitive clit to her entire body
as she screemed in ecstatic delight.  Again and again she screamed as the
series of intense orgasms enveloped her entire being.  Her pleasure becme
her sole reason for being just then, each climax seeming to be more intense
than the last until she almost passed out from the pleasure.  Slowly the
waves subsided.  Once again she could feel his cock being rammed deep into
her satisfied cunt, more insistantly it seemed.  She knew he was about to
climax, and a deal was a deal.  On an out-stroke, she disengaged herself
from him and slid off the table.

   "Hurry!" he rasped.  She did!  Once again on her knees befor him, using
only her tender mouth, she sucked the iron hard cock between her pink lips,
sucked in as much air through her nose as she could, and forced the huge
cock deep into her throat.  Swallowing furiously, and twisting her head and
neck sent incredible sensations through Scott's penis.  He was so close
now, and if he didn't climax soon this incredible woman would starve for
air!  Grasping handsfull of her hair he pulled her head back, withdrawing
somewhat from her beautiful sucking mouth, and then, roughly rammed her
head back into his hips.  Closer now, he continued to fuck her amazing
throat.  He swore she was smiling now as her hands grasped his huge balls
bouncing under her chin.  She kneeded them and then pulled them roughly
toward her throat as she felt them swell suddenly, and then empty their
sticky load of cum into his rapidly swelling cock.  He staggered a little
as he began the most powerful climax he had ever experienced.  The jet of
his semen spewed deep into her tortured throat as his hips convulsed into
her head.  Impailed, and with his hands holding her head solidly between
his legs in his lust, she could only keep up with his spastic motions until
his climax passed.  Mandy could feel the spurts of his cum flowing down her
throat, felt the force as the jets exploded from his throbbing cock, felt
every vein in his cock sending blood to his manhood.  She immediately began
to climax again, her fingers imbedded deeply into her overheated vagina,
rubbing the little wounded bud until it bled.  Still he ground hips toward
her mouth untill the waves of climax passed over him, and he regained his
senses enough to see her reddened face.  He released his hold on her
beautiful head and quickly pulled his rapidly deflating cock from her
sensuous mouth.  Gasping a bit for air, she smiled at him once again.  "Now
that was what a blow-job was supposed to feel like." she said quietly.

   "Yes it was," he agreed.  "Are you sure you want to get married just
yet? You could make a fortune doing that."

   "Quite sure.  Sooner or later I think you'd kill me with that thing. 
Another thirty seconds and I would have run out of air and passed out. 
Somehow, I don't think you'd quit till you were done."

   "You may be right, " he said, "I'm sorry if I hurt or scared you.  I
certainly didn't mean to."

   "No need to worry," she said with a smile, "I bite!" They all laughed at
the thought of him humping her face and Mandy clamping her teeth into the
hard meat.  All agreed that it would probably stop him from choking her to
death!  None of them could believe what they had just wittnessed, including
Scott, who continued to encourage her to co-star with him in a porno movie.
Mandy continued to decline.  Becky startled them by her sudden return. 
Even Beth had lost track of her sister, caught up in her fasctination with
Mandy's performance.  "Is it my turn yet?" she asked coyly.  All the girls
began talking together, trying to explain what had just taken place while
she was gone, and why they doubted that Scott would be able to perform any
other feats of sexual prowess anytime soon.

   "Now, where have I heard that before?" she asked Beth impishly.  "Could
you help your big sister out one more time, dear one?"

   "Any time, how can I help?  I don't think I could get that whole thing
into my mouth, even soft."

   "Maybe if we both sucked it, it would get big enough to be of good use."
Both women got to their knees in front of the deflated monster and began to
lick the length of it, nibbling at the head, stroking it with their cool
hands, forcing life back into it.  A pretty young redhead kneeled to assist
their labors, sucked his cock deep into her attractive mouth and began to
bob her head rapidly, as the sisters continued to stroke the shaft.  Very
soon, sooner than Scott expected, the blood returned to the man's cock. 
Becky needed him hard, but not as rock hard as he had been for Mandy.  Once
she was satisfied, she thanked her helpers.  "Do I have to quit?" asked the
redhead.  Becky whispered into her ear.  "Oh shit!" she exclaimed "I have
to see this.  I defer to the mistresses of sex." she said with a little
bow. She returned briefly to the now well hardened cock, sucked on it
enthusiasticly for a few more seconds and then allowed it to slip from her
open mouth, a trail of saliva glistening on the waving rod.  Becky got to
her feet, kissed the spurious gangster roughly on the lips while fitting
the still hardning cock into her wet cunt.  "On your back big boy," she
commanded.  "Mommy is going to make you a man!"

   -12 The scene at Captain Dan's Gin Mill continued to be one of pistoning
cocks and sucking mouths.  With a roar, Roy climaxed deep into the
Russian's anus, just as his friend began to explode in her mouth.  She
sucked hungrily at the spurting cock as the man drove deep into her bobbing
head.  Donald continued to stab her amazingly tight pussy, lifting her hips
to meet Roy's still pistoning cock.

   The little blond on the table had succeeded in sucking off her boss, to
his eternal happiness.  Dan had wanted her since she had started working
for him.  She had also fucked three other men, and taken another in her
pert ass.  She decided she liked it that way and invited another to try her
back door while she bent over the table once again to suck off another cock
that presented itself to her hungry mouth.

   A tall redhead who had decided to take as many men at one time as she
could, soon had a cock in each hand, one in her ass, one in her flaming
pussy and was doing her best to coax another to hardness with her sucking
mouth while someone else pulled at her pale pink nipples from beside her.
The man on whose lap she sat came first, exploding deep in her firm cunt
while she squirmed in delight.  The once soft cock in her mouth was rapidly
becomming a hardened weapon of oral destruction as he began ramming
mercilessly into her beautiful lips, her head captive in his powerful
hands, red hair flying, green eyes fluttering.  The man fucking her buttery
soft ass now began to climax, firing his load, he quickly pulled out of
her, shooting his cum onto her naked back as he rose to his feet.  Almost
immediately the men whose cocks she had been masturbating began to fire
their loads also, toward her precious face.  The semen splattered onto her
cheeks and into her hair while she continued to stroke the quickly emptying
cocks.  She now concentrated her efforts on the man whose cock invaded her
throat, she worked on taking him as deeply into her throat as she could
without gagging or choking.  If he would only slow down a bit, she thought,
she was sure she could take him all the way in.  Feeling his climax
comming, the man roughly pulled her pretty head into his hips, driving his
bloated cock deep into her virgin throat, grinding himself into her face as
he ejaculated into her stomach.  She couldn't breath, she was afraid she
would suffocate if this didn't stop soon, but she didn't fight him.  In
fact, once she relaxed, she was able to swallow him fully, permitting him
to throat fuck her with ease.  Another expert cock sucker to satisify the
customers was born!

   Natalia continued to ride Donald as she had for some time, amazed at his
stamina.  Roy and his pal had gone on to avail themselves of the variety of
sweet succulant pussy that Captain Dan had so graciously provided. 
Presently they found themselves servicing the little buxom blond that had
become so popular.  The little beauty decided to offer her beautiful tight
ass to Roy and her mouth to Kurt, his friend.  "I've had mouth already,"
said Kurt, "I want that pretty little pussy of yours!" He leaned back on
her favorite table, picked her up by the waist, and as she shreaked in
delight and spread her shapely legs, eased her down on his rigid cock which
she guided deftly into her waiting cunt.  Easing himself between the two
pair of legs, Roy guided his huge errect cock into her well lubricated ass.
Gently at first, until he was sure she could take it without pain, he slid
the first three inches into her hot little hole.  She wiggled downwards,
and reaching behind her grabbed at his hips trying to force more of him
into her waiting rectum.  Satisfied that she was able to take all of him
without hurting her, he thrust forward, inserting his entire length into
her slippery ass.  Kurt took the nipple of one heavy breast into his mouth
and began to suckle at her while Roy fondled the other, rolling the red
nipple between his fingers.  She loudly sighed her contentment, and began
riding both men like a wild bronco, shouting, but not loudly, as her hair
flew like a golden cloud around her head.

   On the stage, Natalia, having climaxed more times than she could count,
stopped suddenly and looked around the room as if seeing it for the first
time.  "Donald, look at what is going on here!" she exclaimed.  "We seem to
have produced a room full of whores and johns!  They are such beautiful
young girls, I almost want to do them myself!"

   "So do I!" he admitted.  "All that beautiful young womanhood going to
waste on young men!  It just makes me want to turn them into believers!"

   "It doesn't seem as though I can satisify you Donald, so go and pick one
out.  Fuck her tight young pussy untill you explode," said the beautiful
Russian a little sadly.

   "Natalia, I've been holding back in order to satisify you!"

   "Silly American!  I've climaxed more times in the past hour than in the
past year!  Now go, fuck one of those young girls, make her a believer. 
The rest of the middle aged men in this pathetic village will bless your
name for it."

   Don looked around for a likely playmate and noticed a very attractive
dishwater-blond watching the little blond fucking Kurt and Roy.  Comming up
behind her, a table between them, he asked her why she wasn't joining in.
"Just tired, or just like to watch?"

   "I love watching!" she giggled, "But it seems everyone has someone."

   "Not everyone," he pointed out.

   "Sure, so what are you going to do for me with your middle aged,
wrinkled winkie?" she teased.  He eased around the table, and took the
young woman into his arms, his rock hard cock pressing into her abdoman. 
With a surprised and delighted look on her face, she went to her knees and
immediately took him into her mouth.  Sucking him hard, her head began to
bob, threatning to pull his cock from his body.  Her pretty head wagged
from side to side as she sucked him with a vengance.  Pulling her head away
from him he asked if anyone had cum inside her yet.  She said that she had
only sucked off one guy so far, and that she had spent the rest of the
evening watching the other girls get the guys.  "The men seem to like the
girls with the biggest tits," she said.  "I guess mine aren't big enough to
make me attractive."

   "I think you're just fine," he replied.  "They just have no class!  Lay
back on this table for a second, and I'll show you something fun to do. 
I'm guessing you like to suck?"

   "You guessed right.  I'm very good at it too, and I love to be eaten!"

   "That fits in very well with what I want to do to you."

   "Oooooh!" she squealed, and immediately lay down on the table.  Donald
went to the other side of the table, eased her shoulders to the edge, and
told her to say Aaah.  She giggled and immediately took his rigid tool into
her gentle mouth.  Donald then leaned over the table and wrapped his
powerful arms around her waist, heaved her off the table.  Her legs found
their way around his neck as he buried his tongue deep into her succulant
muff, sucking the tasty juices from her hot cunt.  Her arms went around
him, tightly, as her pretty head bobbed, her mouth suckling at his hard
member.  His tongue found her clit, and he marveled at the size of it.  It
seemed larger than normal, and he sucked at it like a tiny cock.  As she
became more aroused she spread her legs wide apart, as though he were
holding his arms out to his sides.  Her wide opened pussy gave him easier
acess to the beautiful little clit, a fact he did not ignore.  His mouth
covered her entire opened cunt, his tongue touching everywhere at once it
seemed, making the little clit dance.  Suddenly she released his throbbing
cock from her hard sucking mouth, jerked violently in his arms, moaning
loudly as she climaxed.  Regaining her mouth-hold on him, she continued
sucking his ravaged tool until, again, she released him to climax.  Again
she regained hold of his cock, determined to make the older man climax
before she did again.  The blood rushing to her head was begining to cloud
her thoughts, though she continued to suck him for all she was worth.  She
began to go limp in his arms.  Donald, realizing that something was not
quite right, laid the young stripper back on the table.  Within a few
seconds the blood rush had left her.  "Damn!" she exclaimed.  "Did I miss
it?"

   "Miss what?

   "You did cum, didn't you?"

   "Well, no actually.  You were passing out.  I was concerned about you."

   "Why would you be concerned about me?  Most guys would just keep fucking
my head 'till they got off.  I'm just a whore, after all."

   "Are you?  A whore I mean."

   "Not usually," she giggled, "but tonight I feel like a regular slut, and
I like it, so lets get back to it, shall we?" She then hunched up into the
"doggie position"on the table.  "You can pick any place you like to put
that sweet piece of meat.  Only you have to promise me you won't leave till
you cum somewhere inside me this time."

   "Anywhere?"

   "Anywhere.  I have had it in the ass, if that's what you're wondering,
and I do like it, a lot!"

   "Ah!  Well then, lets try this.  I've already tried your very sweet
mouth, and as good as it was, there are still two places to try." Moving
behind her pert, upturned ass, he rubbed his now partially flacid cock into
the crevis of her sopping wet cunt.  She moaned as he touched her sensitive
little bud, wiggled her ass trying to capture him.  The hardness returned
to his staff quickly, and he entered her body.  She leaned back further as
he drove into her sweet, tender pussy, moaning in delight with the slow,
torturous strokes.

   "How is the wrinkley old winkey doing ?" he teased.  "An old middle aged
man not as bad a lover as you expected?"

   "Marry me and I'll never look at anyone under fourty again!" she
replied, grinding her hips into his.  "Most young guys would have cum
already and been out looking for somene else to fuck.  You're going to make
me climax again, aren't you?"

   "That's the plan.  Then I'm going to do your ass." She chose that time
to climax, hard, loudly.  When her spasms stopped he withdrew from her
dripping cunt and slowly entered her tight, warm ass just as he promised.
She took him easily and enthusiastically, begging him to shove it in
deeper, harder.  He was only too glad to accomodated her demands, ramming
his pole deep into her tender rectum.  She clamped down on his cock as hard
as she could, making herself as tight as posible for his pistoning shaft.
He had been close to the edge of climax for so long that now it became
impossible to hold back any longer.  She felt the teltale swell of his cock
just before he exploded inside her, ground her ass into him hard and
fingered herself furiously as the semen squirted deep into her bowels,
climaxing one last time as the pulsing from his cock slowed to a stop. 
Still she held him tightly, stemming the flow of blood, keeping him hard.

   "If you stay there for a little while, we can do that again," she said,
hopeful.

   "So, what would you like to talk about while we wait?" he asked.

   Scott lay back onto the carpeted floor as Becky had ordered him to do,
his gigantic member standing like a glistening flagpole from his pelvis,
still wet from the aborted blowjob the bold redhead had begun.  Becky
leaned down and kissed the tip of the waving monster as she straddled his
well muscled body.  "Now you be nice to mommy!" she said loudly enough for
him to hear.  She then rested her ass on the tip of him and began to relax
the ring of her anus to accomodate his huge size.  The assembled audience
of women exclaimed in disbelief at the thought of this petite woman doing
what she was obviously attempting.  "There is no way she is going to take
that thing in her ass," they all agreed.  Except Beth, who wasn't quite
sure her older sister couldn't do what she set out to do.  Becky's face
took on a serious look as she strained to open herself to him.  Beads of
sweat formed on her face as his huge errection began to slowly disappear up
her beautiful ass.  She had filled the inside of her rectum with a special
european lubricant in the ladies room when she had disappeared, but she had
not counted on the thickness of his gigantic weapon.  Still, she refused to
stop until she had taken as much of him as she was able.  She wanted to
feel him cum, just as Mandy had.  Raising and lowering herself with short,
but ever deepening strokes, she was able to drive her tortured ass further
and further on to his pole.  "Just a few more inches," she thought," and
then I'm going to give him the fuck of his life!" Scott's face began to
show the strain as he held back his climax.  No other woman had ever even
attempted what these sexually talented women were doing to him.  Mandy's
deep throated blow job had been incredible enough, but this tiny woman
taking his cock into her tight rectum bordered on the fantastic.  He was
barely able to contain the comming climax that he knew she was waiting for.
The look on this woman's face was of pure lust, pure animal lust.  Her long
blond hair flew as her head shook back and forth, her eyes fluttered as she
strained to take him all into her aching body.  Another two inches
disappeared into her, two more to go and she would have him all.  Sweat
poured down her face, wetting her firm moist breasts.  Reaching up to her,
he took one round breast in each hand, feeling the softness of her moist
skin, teasing the nipples with his palms.  With a sudden movement, she
drove herself down onto the last two inches of his massive hardness.  She
had taken all of him.  Pausing for a few seconds, she ground her hips onto
his, setting herself, as it were.  Her eyes opened then and she looked at
him and smiled.

   "You have no idea what this feel like," she said simply, closed her eyes
again and began to rise off of him, slowly, and then once again lowered
herself onto him.  Again and again she rose, and lowered herself, ever so
slowly onto his pole untill she was thoroughly used to his massive size. 
She then began to fuck him in ernest, rising and falling with ever
increasing speed, his massive rod appearing and disappearing into her body
like a piston as she rode him until he could take no more.  With a deep
roar he expoded inside her, sending wave after wave of his sticky fluid
into her bowels as he held her thin waist tightly.  The look on her face as
she felt his cum spew inside her was one of lustful satisfaction.  She knew
she owned this man now.  She and Mandy, with her talented mouth.  No other
woman would ever be able to satisfy him the way they could.  Becky loved
the feeling of power it gave her.  She had also loved the feeling he had
given her.  An experience she would not soon forget, and would lust for
later.

   Thoroughly worn out, Scott was allowed to gather his clothes, clean up a
little and leave after descreetly accepting the phone numbers of two of the
female attendees.  He would make a few quiet inquiries, and if there were
little or no danger to himself or the lady, he would service her needs. 
The mony was usually good, and the pussy usually better than the pros. 
Housewives liked the variety he provided.

   The scene at Captain Dan's Gin Mill was beginning to wind down as well,
Roy's friends having been satisfied by Dan's girls numerous times.  Here
too, phone numbers were exchanged between several of the girls and their
evening's lovers.  The dishwater blond asked for Donald's number and was
surprised at his answer.

   "I have permission from my wife to do what and whomever I please
tonight, but beyond that, I'm very, very happily married."

   She gave him a disappointed look and offered her number to him on a
descreet business card.  "If you ever need someone, lover..." she coo'd,
give Corey a call.  "You treated me good, I 'd treat you good too."

   -13 Roy and Mandy's wedding was a beautiful affair, with Beth and Becky
as bride's maids and Donald as one of the groom's attendants.  The sisters
tried hard not to look too good, knowing instinctivly that they would
outshine the bride if they weren't careful.  Everyone agreed that Mandy
made a most beautiful bride.  The reception at the Lady's Auxilliary Hall
brought smiles to several of the women present.  By the time they were a
block away from the Hall, Mandy had her new husband's rock hard pole out of
his tux and was jerking him as they drove through town.  When he was
finally about to cum, she leaned over his lap and sucked him dry.  "We may
never be rich, but I think we're going to have fun together," she said,
wiping her mouth with her white gloved hand.

   "I think you're right," he said as his head disappeared under her long
flowing dress.  He was delighted to find that the thin lace panties she
wore had no crotch.  His tongue parted her dark, whispy pubic hairs and
began to tease her moist clit until the limo arrived at the hotel that Beth
had booked them into.  The patient driver waited for several minutes until
Mandy stopped crying out and Roy signaled him that it was safe to open the
door.  They didn't leave the room for three days.

   "I think it's time to go home, baby sister," said Becky one morning. 
She had seemed a little distant ever since the wedding of their friend, and
Beth felt the loneliness in her sister, wondering how long it would be
before this day would come.

   "Daddy will miss you," Beth replied softly, but knew it would do no
good.

   "And I'll miss him, very much.  I can't tell you how much I love him
Beth, but he really is your husband, no matter what we do or how I feel
about him.  I guess I need to find some reality and stability in my life.
Maybe I'll do what you did.  Go under cover and find a man to love the
inner me."

   "I still have my Sara disguise around somewhere if you should want to
use her."

   "So you don't mind if I leave?"

   "Of course I mind, but as much as I want you to stay here with us, I
understand your wanting your own home and life.  Unless of course you just
want to bring some guy back here to live.  It's not like we don't have the
room."

   "We'll see what happens."

   "Do you plan to leave soon?"

   "I'm already packed," replied Becky with a blush, embarrassed at having
to admit such a thing to the sister who had done so much for her.

   "Oh," she said simply.  "When were you going to tell Don?  You know this
is going to break his heart.  He does love you every bit as much as he
loves me."

   Becky put her head in her hands and began to cry softly, knowing her
sister was right.  She and Donald had a very special relationship, but deep
inside she knew there was something not quite right about it, no matter how
much they loved each other.  She could only be free of the ghost of her
father by leaving Beth and her "daddy".  Their life was quite unique, no
one else could live it quite the way they did.  Becky thought she could,
and she almost did, their time together had been a time for healing.  Now
it was time to move on to begin her own life again.

   She found him in the yard, leaning against a tree, smoking a cigarette.
She took it from him, took a couple of drags and returned it to his lips.
"You're leaving us aren't you?" It was more a statement than a question, as
though he too knew her every thought.  "I wish you wouldn't."

   "I have to."

   "I know, I still wish you wouldn't," he said, turning to look deep into
her eyes.  "You have no idea how much I love you.  Having you here seems to
make everything balance somehow.  I can't really explain it better than
that, but it just seems good to have you with us.  You make us a whole
family."

   She threw her arms around him, holding him tightly, stroking his head as
it rested on her shoulder.  "Make love to your baby girl one last time
before I go.  Please, I want to feel you inside me one more time, then I'll
leave it up to Beth to keep you satisfied."

   He began to gently remove her clothing, kissing her every body part as
it became exposed, carressing her smooth skin as if for the first time. 
She melted in his arms as he touched her.  He knelt before her, removing
her tight jeans, he burried his face between her luscious thighs while she
stroked his hair.  There was no urgency in him, none of the hurried, raw
sex that she usually demanded of him, only tender, loving caresses.  Over
and over her body, he touched each inch of her with his lips, whispering
words of love to her, knowing that he may never see her again, making sure
she knew that it wasn't just the sex that he loved, but her, the essence of
Becky.  She begged to unclothe him for their final act together.  She
returned the exploration of his body acknowledging her love for him.  When
they finally did begin, their lovemaking was slow and beautiful.  She told
him how much she would miss his tenderness as she rode him, moaned happily
as they both climaxed, almost together.

   Beth's teary goodbyes to her sister seemed to Donald as though the women
thought they would never see each other again.  There would be endless
phone calls, visits on a regular basis, holidays, and all of the rest of
the normal things to keeep them in touch with each other.  This all seemed
too permanant somehow.

   "Becky, is there more to this than you're telling me?" he asked when the
taxi pulled through the gates.

   Sadly she looked into his eyes, stroked his cheek tenderly as she smiled
and slid easily into the car without answering.  Beth joined him at the
side of the car as the driver put the transmission into gear and started
slowly off.  "She's pregnant, Donald," she said quietly.  "She didn't
really want you to know until she was gone.  Don't try to stop her, she
needs to do this on her own.  She wants to keep the child, she loves you so
very much that to have part of you with her to care for will make her very
happy."

   "She could have stayed.  How bad would it be if we all raised the
child?"

   "I tried to tell her that, and who knows, she might come back when the
time is right for her and we can all live as one big happy..."

   "I hope she does.  As far as I'm concerned, this is her home.  This is
where she belongs."

   "I agree, but untill she comes to her senses and decides to come home ,
we seem to have this big place all to ourselves," she said, leaning closer
to him, stroking his crotch.  "It's time for Bethy to get laid.  Come, fuck
your baby girl, daddy."

   END