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The Weekend Captive (M+/f-teen, ff-teens, inc, reluc, 
drugs, prost, bd)
by Anonymous Author (no address provided
Originally published by The Editor

***

Chapter 1

The Spender house was spacious, painted white with 
colored awnings over the windows, the long marble-
flagged terrace led down to a swimming pool, the 
neighbors were hidden by rows of flowering eucalyptus 
and the wide garage held three cars. Arnold Spender was 
rich had always been rich as his father before him and 
his father before him. Beyond that generation the 
tracing was lost, as his wife Susannah too often 
mentioned during rounds of family-tree accounting. 

Nevertheless he belonged she always conceded since his 
ancestors on his mother's side were pioneers like her 
own, one of whom crossed the Delaware with George 
Washington and another died as a young lieutenant at 
Valley Forge. They should be living in Boston or New 
York, Susannah constantly complained, instead of being 
surrounded by the nouveaux rich of Long Beach. She was 
all snob whereas Arnold was only part snob, a bright and 
successful petroleum engineer who still retained the 
flavor of his Ivy League days at Harvard.

Who they were and what they were, these were the ever 
repeated legends of themselves instilled in their 
daughter, their own little Princess as they called her. 
They scoffed at the idea of a generation gap in their 
closely united family, forgetting that the younger 
generation that lived at Long Beach was beyond their 
comprehension. Their friends were older or seemed older 
than themselves, but were usually as rich, belonging to 
the same clubs and having much the same interests. In 
this circle the young Linda was nurtured and brought up 
in the belief that she had inherited the earth.

The Spenders had good cause to be proud of Linda. Bright 
at school, popular with all their friends and their 
children, never complaining about going to church, she 
never gave her parents any anxious moments except for 
her daring in the surf. The California beaches and the 
beaches on Hawaii where they often vacationed were an 
irresistible magnet to their beautiful, sun-blonde 
daughter. 

Her mother claimed to have passed on to Linda a perfect 
figure, an open, nicely rounded face with a slightly 
pointed chin, big hazel eyes and a soft, velvety skin 
that never tanned deeply, retaining under the hottest 
sun a honey brown that sometimes disturbed her father 
with its sheen of sensuality, giving him feelings to 
which he would never admit, even to himself.

Linda was not yet fully developed. She would grow taller 
and the small excess of baby fat around her high, 
perfectly rounded bottom would go. Once in a party frock 
the bodice pushed up her breasts so that they formed two 
little mounds above it, causing Arnold to remark that 
their little girl was a big girl now. Naked, as her 
parents sometimes saw her running from a shower, her 
breasts showed like two firm oranges, her thighs and 
calves like a graceful athlete in a Cretan painting. 

Linda was their proudest possession; she was a precious 
jewel. Yet they realized that she would one day live her 
own life and must prepare for it, therefore she was 
allowed complete freedom to stay out alone with a boy, 
as long as he was as well bred as Tom Blackwell and as 
long as she was home before midnight. The Spenders 
enjoyed a lot of night life themselves, always feeling 
secure in their belief that their Princess would never 
stray from the straight and narrow path laid out for 
her.

Arnold's professional and investment interests in oil 
extended to Australia where new oil field discoveries 
were extending his own little empire. As vice-president 
of a California company he was invited to sit as a 
director on the board of its Australian associate 
company, a position which would mean occasional journeys 
out to Sydney. He and Susannah were both looking forward 
to a holiday in the antipodean sunshine in the near 
future, where the summer was at its highest and where 
Linda could enjoy a surfing break from her high school 
studies.

Earlier that evening when Linda had gone to a drive-in 
with Tom, Arnold and Susannah had visited a friend's 
house for a champagne supper. As usual, they left early, 
intending to be home long before Linda arrived back. 
They had celebrated somewhat more alcoholically than 
usual, mixing too many cocktails with too much 
champagne, but nevertheless they were home and undressed 
before eleven. 

Susannah, an older, taller and well preserved replica of 
her daughter, wanted to dance so Arnold turned out the 
lights, put on a record and, blithely naked, they danced 
slowly across the living room floor toward the long 
settee. Warmed by the drinks and the central heating, 
their bodies slightly perspiring, they began to feel one 
another, Susannah squeezing his slowly hardening cock 
while Arnold slid his hand down the cleft of her ass-
cheeks, down until he could stretch a finger to the back 
of her slippery cunt. Susannah suddenly broke away from 
him. Surprised, he asked her what was wrong.

"I don't suppose it's anything," she replied "Perhaps 
it's just that I've had too much to drink. I had a 
sudden thought that something might happen to Linda in 
Australia. You know, something with men. Some people say 
the Australians are uncouth."

"At least, honey, they don't go around shooting each 
other as often as Americans do. All the ones I've met 
were nice. They drink a lot and play a lot but they are 
very respectful towards women. As a matter of fact I've 
heard it said that they would rather soak than poke."

Susannah gave him a sour look. Vulgarities were rarely 
well received by Susannah, except when they were making 
love. Tonight he was sure not in a mood for soaking up 
booze, he was all for a good long fuck. He pulled his 
wife down on the settee, his cock still erected to half-
ready hardness. Her mood was inhibiting him.

"Look, baby, we'll be there to look after her," he 
cajoled.

"Yes, of course, sweetheart. It's just that I have a 
kind of premonition. Perhaps we shouldn't go. It may be 
something to do with the jet. It's a long flight out to 
Sydney." The more she talked the softer grew his prick. 
There was only one sure way of getting her to shut up, 
and he pushed her back against the cushions and opened 
her legs.

In the dim light, Arnold could make out the pale sheen 
of her soft skin, and his eyes traveled greedily over 
her still firm breasts with their dark, mouth-watering 
nipples. From there, he glanced down to her trim waist 
with its softly rounded stomach, and his breath 
quickened as his eyes came to the dark patch of curling 
hair which drifted down and around the rosy lips of her 
cunt. Arnold held her legs apart for several minutes, 
staring hungrily at the exposed area. Then, unable to 
restrain himself any longer, he plunged his head down 
between her widespread legs and buried his face in her 
hotly pulsating pubic area.

Susannah's little clitoris was already erect when his 
darting tongue found it and frantically began to lick at 
it, his lips closed around the tip of it lovingly as he 
tried to suck it into his mouth. Then he licked sloppily 
down to her hotly pulsating cunt, and he jabbed in and 
out as if he were fucking her with his tongue, running 
it hungrily around her wetly steaming cunt and sucking 
the oozing juices into his mouth.

Already, he could feel her cunt throbbing madly toward 
her climax. This was always the best way ... when he 
could bring her to a quick orgasm with his mouth. But 
that was only the beginning; that first climax got them 
both so hot that whatever they did after that was always 
far more exciting to both of them. Arnold extended his 
tongue to its fullest length and rammed it as far as it 
would go into the hot tunnel of her vibrating cunt, and 
she began to moan as he licked and prodded at the soft 
tender flesh of her dripping pussy.

His tongue flicked in and out in a furious staccato 
rhythm as her juices flowed in a hotly excited stream, 
and he sucked them into his open mouth. Now her thighs 
were starting to twist and jerk, and she clamped her 
hands down on his head, crushing his lips into her 
steaming cuntal area, and she opened her mouth in a long 
agonizing wail as her orgasm exploded. They were both so 
intensely involved in their lovemaking that they were 
totally unaware that they were not alone.



Chapter 2

The moonlight shimmered on the dark Pacific, and the 
wind sighed in the pines but Linda cared nothing for the 
beauty of the surroundings or the pungent aroma of the 
pines as her swirling emotions churned inside her. The 
tortured girl leaned her blonde head forward on the 
dashboard of the convertible, her lithesome young body 
shaking with sobs, her stomach muscles contracted in 
spasms of hurt and humiliation. Slowly she wiped the 
sticky fluid from her cheek and neck as Tom lay back in 
the seat, pale and aghast. Oh God, what have I done, he 
said to himself, closing his eyes and wishing himself a 
thousand miles away.

It was their last night together before Linda and her 
family were to leave for Australia a night that the 
blonde teenager had hoped would become a beautiful, 
romantic memory during the two weeks she would be away 
from her young boyfriend. And now this had happened to 
ruin everything! 

She knew about the human body from her biology classes 
and sex instruction, but to experience what she had just 
gone through was shattering. It had begun as their 
petting so often did, with kissing and fondling, with 
Tom's hand sometimes feeling up between her thighs, 
sending thrilling tremors through her ripe body as it 
slowly passed over the panty-covered mound of her 
sensitive triangle. This time she had let him tenderly 
kiss one of her small pink nipples, although she pushed 
him away when he began to suck and nibble in eagerly 
abandoned passion.

"Please Linda, let's do it right," he had begged, 
breathing hotly against her ear while he began to feel 
his way surreptitiously along the inside of her thigh. 
He had almost reached the warmth of her pussy, had 
almost touched the sparse tangle of pubic curls through 
her flimsy panties when she roughly pushed his hand 
away.

"Tom Blackwell the Third, don't you know how much I want 
to?" she asked. "I wish we were naked together, and some 
day we will be, but I intend to remain a virgin until we 
are properly married. Supposing we never married ... 
supposing you were to fall in love with someone else ... 
wouldn't I be ruined for some other man who might want 
to marry me? Besides, I'm much too young to marry, and 
we'll just have to wait. My parents didn't bring me up 
to become a loose woman."

Tom was forced to think rationally. Linda was only 
fifteen, and at seventeen he himself was too young to 
marry. He felt depressed at the prospect of having to 
wait two, three, maybe more years before he could take 
that delicious young body naked into his arms. He had 
known Linda since they were both small children. They 
were together every summer, usually spent on the beach 
where he had observed her lithe sun-browned body begin 
to fill out into adolescent womanhood, to change from a 
wild tomboy who surfed and rode a board as well as any 
of them, into a lovely golden creature who verged on 
being a goddess.

Now, on this important night, the girl he adored was 
weeping and showing every indication of being revolted 
by him. It had been an ungovernable urge that had 
apparently wrecked their friendship, and there was no 
doubt that Linda would share the blame. When their 
petting had reached a stage where it seemed that both of 
them would lose all restraint, he had unzipped his fly 
to expose his rock-hard cock, and Linda had gazed at it 
as though entranced, slowly moving her hand to stroke it 
when Tom had impulsively implored her, "Oh please kiss 
it. Please kiss it!" She had leaned down, gently drawing 
back the foreskin and had kissed the blood-filled head 
with a long, wantonly sensual kiss, her mouth half-open 
so that her teeth pressed into the rigid flesh. And no 
sooner had she lifted her mouth from the throbbing 
member than she felt Tom begin to quiver violently.

Suddenly, he cried out.

"Aaaaggghh, Linda, Linda, Linda! Jeez Linda. I'm 
cummmiinngg!" With that he'd exploded into orgasm, his 
hot white sperm flying onto Linda's shocked face, to 
dribble wetly down her neck and chin onto her firm young 
breasts.

Linda's first reaction was blind shock then something 
her mother had told her flashed unbidden into her mind. 
Men are filthy beasts at times, her mother had said, 
adding that her lovely little Princess would find out 
all about them when she married. The older woman had 
always warned her about men wanting to rape every young 
girl they could lay their grasping hands on, although 
she'd encouraged Linda's association with Tom, for 
"after all" Tom had gone to the right school, and he 
could trace his family back as far as their own. 

He was well mannered, a cut above the rest of his 
friends at Long Beach High. Now, as tears flooded her 
eyes and shame colored her lewdly defiled cheeks, she 
realized that Tom was as evil, as crude and horrible as 
the creeps who took those cheap working girls down to 
the beach at night for depraved orgies.

It was partly her own fault, the sobbing young blonde 
told herself. She should never have allowed their 
petting to go so far. He had become so passionate, and 
because of her love for him, the poignancy of their last 
night together and the sensual intimacy of the 
convertible, she had lost all control when she 
sympathetically kissed his thick pulsating penis. She 
had only intended giving it a quick kiss, something they 
would both remember as being part of their own private 
love, a little secret between them while she was away in 
Australia. 

Sometimes she had wondered if her mother's talks had 
warped her natural tendencies away from sex, if perhaps 
she might never be capable of wanting a man inside her, 
and she'd wanted to prove her fears wrong. Would she 
grow up to become a sexless "female eunuch" incapable of 
allowing a male organ to pierce her virginal vagina? She 
had wondered about that until now, this night that had 
brought a torment of desire followed by shame and 
loathing.

She hated him; she despised him as she felt him beside 
her, doing up his fly while she wiped away her tears and 
stray flecks of his sticky cum. What a vulgar word! How 
dare he use such foul language in front of her! How 
frightening and awful men were.

"Drive me home," she ordered, unable or not wanting to 
pronounce his name, "Immediately!"

At home she would find a sane refuge from the turmoil 
that raged inside her, from the fear and a sickening 
kind of loneliness building up insidiously in her being. 
Silently, Tom drove out of the dark lane which led to 
the beach where they had parked, back to the large house 
where Linda's parents had left the terrace lights on to 
welcome their daughter home. Usually Tom would be 
invited in for a late supper before he left, but tonight 
his world was shattered as Linda hurried out of the car, 
not even turning her head when he called out his 
farewell.

"Good night, Linda I'm sorry."

 * * *

When Linda got out of Tom's car, she slowly mounted the 
steps to the terrace. The night air felt chilly, and she 
pulled her sweater tighter around her shoulders. Tears 
swelled unrestrained in her eyes, her tormented body 
felt empty and numb, her legs slightly trembling. As she 
heard Tom's car drive away, she almost turned to call 
after him. She had lost him, her first true love, the 
boy to whom she had always felt as close as a sister to 
a brother with that something extra that belonged to 
future lovers. 

She had admired others, especially some of the handsome 
young men she saw on the beaches, sometimes almost 
wanting them with a physical ache, a feeling she always 
quickly dispelled. She did not want to become like the 
common "whores," as her mother called them, who slept 
around. She knew Tom and his friends despised girls like 
that. But isn't that what he must think of her now? Oh 
God! Why did her animal want dissolve all the caution 
that had been instilled in her? She could never face Tom 
again. Never, never, never. 

When she returned from Australia, she would try to 
persuade her parents to move to Boston, where they 
belonged. She knew they stayed in California so that she 
could enjoy the best climate in the world, to have the 
sea to swim in and the surf to ride. None of that 
mattered now.

Mortified, filled with the shame of having committed a 
sexually obscene act, she wished she were dead. Perhaps 
she would never be able to face any boy again, let alone 
sit with one in a car or on the beach.

She stopped crying and was calmer, trying to rationalize 
from her small experience of life how, in a few minutes, 
her happiness had been completely destroyed. It could 
not have been all Tom's fault, she supposed, remembering 
how she had occasionally stared furtively at the 
swellings in the front of the boys' pants. Had she 
always wanted to place her lips against a boy's cock? 
Penis, she corrected herself. 

Oh heavens, the thought of it was bringing to life a 
strange feeling inside her. Did she want to kiss, to 
open her mouth and wetly kiss the pulsating flesh of an 
erected penis did she really want to do that? She 
brushed the thought aside. I'm just being adolescent, 
she told herself, and thought of going inside to greet 
her parents. Should she tell her mother of her 
humiliating experience? Gosh! What would she say? 

How could she explain it anyway that she had voluntarily 
leaned down and given Tom a passionate kiss on his cock? 
Penis. Linda Spender! You're becoming as vulgar as the 
beach girls! she remonstrated with herself. They used 
the most awful words. Like "fuck." And Tom had called 
out that he was cumming. She began to cry again, the 
shame of it all causing her to feel faint. She buried 
her head in her arms, sobbing until the tears could flow 
no longer.

The house was strangely silent; it was usual for her 
parents to leave the lights on in the living room and to 
be there when she returned. The curtains hadn't been 
drawn across the glass doors leading out onto the 
terrace, and now she became aware of music playing a 
record, one of their favorites. She supposed they were 
sitting quietly in the dark, listening to it. The 
thought of being with them cheered her. She would open 
the terrace door quietly and surprise them. She had made 
up her mind not to mention the incident in Tom's 
convertible, putting aside the inevitable explanation 
why she didn't ever want to see him again.

She turned the door handle gently so there was no hinge 
squeak as she pushed the door open a few inches. She 
looked about the large, semi-darkened room, her gaze 
riveting on the two entwined figures on the settee. She 
was transfixed, unable to move or turn her eyes from the 
scene of utter debauchery. Her father and mother! Naked! 

Her father's head was buried down between her mother's 
widespread legs she couldn't quite see what he was doing 
but a shaft of light from outside illuminated her 
mother's head to reveal the older woman's face contorted 
into a terrifying grimace. Obviously they must be drunk, 
or even drugged with pot! she thought crazily. At first 
the horrified teenager didn't believe that the couple on 
the settee were her parents, hoping against hope that 
they might be some outrageous overnight guests, but she 
was soon disillusioned.

She saw her mother pull the head up from between her 
legs, and she caught a glimpse of her father's face. His 
chin and cheeks were glistening from her mother's 
secretions.

"Let me ..." her mother murmured, then broke off, not 
completing her request. But long association made words 
unnecessary; her father understood what she wanted. He 
got up from his position and climbed on top of her ... 
but not the way he should, Linda realized with horror. 
He was backwards, his knees on either side of her 
mother's head, and his cock Linda couldn't stop the word 
from jumping into her mind his cock was long and hard 
looking, and it was poised directly above the older 
woman's face.

Instead of trying to avoid it, Linda's mother opened her 
mouth and moved it directly below the jutting member, 
and the girl watched in shock as her father slowly 
lowered his hips, pushing his pulsating cock between her 
waiting lips. At the same time, the young blonde's 
father buried his face once more between her mother's 
legs.

Linda stayed at her position by the door, unable to 
move, terrified her parents would see her but unable to 
tear herself away from the lewdly hypnotic spectacle. 
They are out of their minds, completely insane, she 
almost screamed aloud as she watched her wantonly 
sucking mother now caressing her father's balls. 
Testicles, the young girl's mind automatically corrected 
itself. The older woman was moving her husband's cock 
around in her mouth, the changing bulges in her 
obscenely working cheeks quite visible to her daughter 
watching from the door.

Soon her father began to moan quietly, his head still 
buried down between her mother's legs, his buttocks 
quickening in their rise and tall as he thrust his 
swollen member wildly in and out of her contorting 
mouth. He was beginning to gasp for air, and he was 
forced to raise his head, crying out as he did so.

"I'm cumming, Susannah! Oh you wonderful girl; I'm 
cumming! I'm cccuummmmiiiinnnggg ..."

Linda expected her mother drunk as she must surely be to 
actually choke in her desperate fight for air, or 
certainly to tear herself away from that thickly jerking 
penis, but incredibly, she stayed there with the 
impaling hardness in her mouth and swallowing, actually 
swallowing the surging load of semen. Linda continued to 
stare as though hypnotized by the debauched sight of her 
own mother behaving like a degraded whore. And her 
father! His cock was still hard and seemed frighteningly 
long as he drew it from her mother's mouth.

With the feeling that her parents had deserted her, that 
her world had finally crumbled to ashes, Linda managed 
to shake herself from her state of numbed shock and 
leave the depraved spectacle behind her. Silently, she 
closed the door and went to the main entrance of the 
house where she carefully let herself in, turning off 
the terrace lights before creeping softly up the stairs 
to her room. The desolate blonde teenager removed her 
clothes in the dark and sank back onto the bed to stare 
blankly up at the shadowed ceiling in a state of shock 
and incomprehension, until at last blessed sleep came to 
carry her off into forgetfulness.


 
Chapter 3

The early morning rush to complete packing, take 
showers, eat breakfast and get to the airport precluded 
any discussion about the previous night. Linda's mother 
did manage to ask after Tom, and her father wondered how 
Linda had got into the house and into bed without anyone 
hearing. Linda was trying to avoid her parents, an 
intention that went unnoticed in the scramble to catch 
the Queensland and Northern Territory Aerial Service 
Qantas airliner. 

Linda made a half-hearted attempt to scribble a note to 
Tom before she left, but it was no use. She was weighed 
down with an overwhelming sense of guilt, at the same 
time feeling shocked and disappointed with him. Each 
time the incident came into her mind she pushed it away, 
only to be haunted again and again by the scene in the 
convertible as well as the low depths to which her 
parents had sunk.

She didn't ask them about their farewell parties, the 
only thing said being her mother's comment.

"I swear I'll never mix cocktails and champagne again as 
long as I live. I don't even remember going to bed last 
night."

Neither the mother nor daughter noticed the smile on 
Arnold Spender's face. He was quite used to her pretense 
that she didn't remember a thing .. especially after 
they had enjoyed a particularly wanton session of 
lovemaking ... and the more uninhibited she had been the 
night before, the less she pretended to remember.

Linda, however, wondered if her father had also suffered 
a blackout, if what she had witnessed had been performed 
while they were both semiconscious under the influence 
of alcohol. She felt a little relieved at this thought 
then paled at the remembrance that she, herself, when 
she kissed Tom's penis, was perfectly sober. She could 
not lay the blame on drink or drugs, and she was 
beginning to realize that she couldn't really blame Tom.

They arrived at Honolulu in the early afternoon, 
allowing time for the three of them to go to the beach 
before dinner. Linda's parents were pleased to see that 
she was getting over her dark mood. The poor girl was 
missing Tom quite badly, they both thought, and went out 
of their way to indulge her with little gifts, including 
a color Polaroid land camera. They dined late, taking a 
long while over the meal, since they were to change to a 
different flight after midnight. There was plenty of 
time, explained Arnold Spender, as he didn't have to be 
in Sydney until Sunday.

"Well, this is only Friday," said Linda. "Why don't we 
stay in Honolulu another day?"

"Because, Princess, we lose a day when we cross the 
International Date Line. We leave here early on Saturday 
morning, and a few hours later we land at Sydney on 
Sunday morning. Then, on Sunday afternoon we're invited 
to tea with the Dowlings. He's chairman of the 
Australian company."

"I don't think I'd want to go visiting, Daddy. Couldn't 
I just go surfing ... we're staying at Bondi Beach, 
aren't we?"

"Sure you can," her mother said. "Do whatever you 
please. This is a vacation for you, and we want you to 
make the most of it. You're only young once, Princess."

Her father called for the check and they left the 
restaurant to catch a taxi out to the airport. "I think 
you'll be surprised when we get to Bondi Beach, Linda. 
The apartment looks right over the beach, and on Sunday 
they've got a spectacular surf carnival that will be 
more fun for you than having tea with these dull old 
business associates of mine."

The plane took off on schedule and landed, after a 
little over six hours, at Sydney's Kingsford Smith 
airport. An hour later, the Spenders entered their 
luxurious apartment overlooking Bondi Beach with the 
blue Pacific stretching out to the horizon.

Early as it was, the morning sun was already hot, its 
rays burning down on a crowd of people already swimming 
in the surf or lying on the beach. It was all so 
inviting, so temptingly cool, and the surf was just 
right for shooting; Linda could hardly wait to slip into 
a bikini. During the long flight she had made up her 
mind to forgive Tom, a decision that eased some of the 
shameful guilt nagging her for so long that she'd felt 
she was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Having made 
that decision and having slept soundly on the plane, she 
now felt exhilarated, as though she were about to enter 
a wonderful adventure.

"When do we go to church, Daddy?" she called out.

"Guess we'll skip it this Sunday, Princess. Perhaps 
we'll go twice next Sunday, to make up," he said 
teasingly.

Hundreds of cars were moving in to park along the 
beachfront as Linda walked across the broad boulevard to 
the beach. She copied the local girls who wore nothing 
except bikini and sandals, noting that there didn't seem 
to be any obvious difference between Americans and 
Australians, as far as looks were concerned. Suntanned 
youths earned boards across clean golden sand down to 
the surf where the breakers were rolling in. The sights 
and smell of the sand and sea reminded her more of 
Hawaii's Waikiki than of Long Beach. 

At this hour of the morning there were long patches of 
empty spaces. She dropped her towel and ran into the 
sea, diving under a breaker then swimming out against 
the rollers to wait for a big one that would bring her 
back to shore. The cool salt water washing over her body 
brought on the animal sensations that always flooded 
tingling through her body when she lay flat on a board, 
her pelvis pushing hard down to hold her balance.

If only she had a surfboard to ride these superb waves! 
After shooting several breakers, she was about to leave 
the water when an empty board came tumbling towards her 
and she automatically grabbed it, knowing that its owner 
would be saved an extra swim from the beach to retrieve 
it. She was looking around for someone to claim it when 
suddenly a head popped up beside her, a slightly 
freckled face under a strange looking red and green cap. 
A lean and bronzed arm reached over the board and the 
young man's pleasant voice said, "Thanks, Miss, that's 
very kind of you to catch it for me."

Linda stared at this handsome apparition, this smiling 
young man with twinkling blue eyes and the funny cap.

"Hi. Do all Australians wear bathing caps?" she asked 
laughingly. "Or have you got your curlers in?"

The young man threw back his head and laughed. "Hell no! 
You must be a stranger not to recognize a Life Saver's 
cap. Where do you come from?"

"Actually, I only arrived a couple of hours ago," Linda 
explained. "I'm from California. You know where that is, 
don't you?"

"Sure thing. It's where they grow oranges and beautiful 
girls. I bet they don't have beaches like Bondi over 
there."

"Of course we do. Maybe better than this, though it's 
hard to imagine a more perfect day than this. Anyway. I 
do like your cap. It's kinda cute."

Linda was attracted to him despite the fact that he 
obviously worked as some sort of lifeguard. She was in a 
mood to flirt, at least to meet some young people, to 
get away from the presence of her parents for a while. 
These was still that disturbing image of them lingering 
in the back of her mind.

"Is that all you do, save lives?" she asked.

"Hell no! It's only a voluntary job. By the way," he 
said, lifting his body onto the board, "My name's Hugh. 
Hugh Watson."

"Hello Hugh. I'm Linda."

"Can you ride a board, Linda?"

"Certainly. Are you offering me yours?"

Hugh smiled. He was offering her his all right. He'd 
give it to her right up the ass! he chuckled to himself. 
So far, he'd only been able to see the long blonde hair 
falling down into the blue-green water and two nice 
little rounded breasts cupped in a narrow black bikini 
top.

"Climb aboard and take it away, Linda. It's all yours. 
I'll wait for you on the beach."

He slid off the board, treading water while she pulled 
herself up to lie flat and paddle out into the oncoming 
breakers. Phew! He said to himself, what a luscious 
piece of ass. Hope she's sixteen or it could mean jail 
for me.

 Floating on his back, he watched Linda's ass-cheeks 
tightening and relaxing as she pushed the board out, 
noticing that, when she knelt up on it, her golden tan 
went all the way down to the small cleft between her 
well-rounded buttocks showing temptingly above the brief 
bikini pants. He smiled luxuriously to himself, closed 
his eyes and let the waves float him back towards the 
beach. He was going to get inside those pants if it was 
the last thing he did.

Hugh was captain of a Life Saving team from Brisbane 
competing in the national championships being held at 
the carnival that Sunday. He was, in fact, a 
professional, working as an inspector on the beach at 
Surfer's Paradise in Queensland. It was the only life he 
knew, having left school early, and now, at the age of 
twenty-one, he wasn't interested in doing anything else. 

He'd tried various jobs, driving trucks on the Brisbane-
Sydney run and working as a builder's laborer, work that 
took him away too long from the lazy days on beaches and 
pleasant nights with girls so easily picked up. At 
Surfer's Paradise it was holiday time all year round. 

For Hugh, that was what life was all about sun, sea and 
girls a life his police sergeant father constantly 
complained about, always unavailingly. Typically 
Australian, the young surfer detested snobbery and 
resented being looked down on for his coarse accent he 
considered himself as good as anyone.

Hugh eased his six-foot frame out of the sea and 
strolled along the beach to a small group of friends 
from his team. They all wore the little red and green 
caps tied with tape under their chins. Their carnival 
swimsuits were also green with a band of red zigzagged 
from chest to crotch. The "crooked phallic symbol," they 
called it. He lowered himself down onto the sand beside 
Tiger Kelly.

"Just picked up a snooty little American broad, Tiger," 
he said, cocking his eyes out to where Linda was sliding 
his board down a wave. "There she goes."

"Looks fuckable from here," drawled Tiger. "What's she 
like close up?"

"Pretty as a picture. Well stacked and a butt like two 
ripe melons. Bit young though might be unlucky thirteen, 
but I'm hoping she's lucky sixteen."

"Better keep old Sludge-Pump Yates away from her. You 
know what a bastard he is with kids. Likes to try and 
split them apart with his colossal tool," Tiger 
observed, referring to Jim Yates, another of the team. 
"Of course, we could always open her up for him."

"Yeah," replied Hugh, "and don't forget I get the 
openers. Don't start getting ideas yet, friend. We 
haven't got it on a plate."

"What's the plan, Hugh? Can we use Jenny's apartment?"

Jenny was Hugh's cousin who shared an apartment with 
another girl in a building at the north end of the 
beach. She was a leading fashion model who traveled a 
great deal to other cities and had invited Hugh to stay 
at the apartment while he was down for the carnivals at 
Bondi and Coogee. Hugh often wondered why Jenny never 
seemed to have a regular boyfriend, let alone 
prospective husband. 

At twenty-seven, she was a stunningly beautiful girl. 
Hugh supposed she was too busy with her career, never 
staying anywhere long enough to establish a lasting 
association with a man. Tiger Kelly had taken her out in 
Brisbane and had gotten nowhere with her. A bit of a 
dyke, he thought then, keeping his ideas to himself so 
as not to offend Hugh who could be quick-tempered and a 
little too ready with his fists.

"Jenny won't be back from Melbourne until late tonight 
and her roommate's away in the country," said Hugh. "I 
think the little Yankee doll and I might have a twosome 
after the carnival. You guys can come along later for a 
gang-bang," he added, relapsing into his normal coarse 
speech.

Having caught two long rides right up to the beach Linda 
decided to leave the water to dry off in the sun. As she 
dragged the board onto the sand, she saw Hugh detach 
himself from the group of men in green and red swimsuits 
and run towards her. She couldn't help but notice his 
powerful build, the lithe and easy stride of his long 
legs nor could she help looking down the red zigzag to 
the bulge between his legs. 

She felt a strange excitement slowly building up inside 
her, putting it down to the fact that she liked the look 
of this fresh-faced Australian with his nice smile and 
twinkling blue eyes. Surely she couldn't be falling in 
love with a complete stranger, especially one dressed as 
though he were prepared for some outlandish beach 
sideshow or circus. The idea somehow thrilled her. Tom 
was thousands of miles away. Why shouldn't she like 
someone she met in the sea, someone who was built like a 
Greek god?

"You ride a board like an expert. Almost as good as a 
man," Hugh said, laughing as he ran up to greet her. 
"What did you think of it?"

"I loved the ride," Linda replied. "But I'm afraid the 
board is out of my league. I'd be happier with a shorter 
one."

"I can arrange that, if you're staying around for 
awhile," said Hugh, remembering that Jenny had a shorter 
board in her apartment.

"Oh, I'll be around for two weeks. Daddy is here on 
business. In fact, we are staying in an apartment over 
there," Linda said, pointing to the large apartment 
building. "Look, on the third floor, I think that's mom 
on the balcony watching us." Linda waved and the figure 
on the balcony waved back then lifted her right arm, 
signaling to Linda that it was time she returned for 
lunch. "I'm afraid I'll have to go. Thank you very much 
Hugh for the board."

"Before you go I'd like you to meet my friends, some of 
the boys from the Brisbane team." They walked over to 
the group sitting on the sand. "This is Tiger, that's 
Billy and that one laying down is Sludge ... I mean 
Jim."

They smilingly called their hellos, letting her know 
with their eyes their approval of her face and figure. 
The one called Jim was a little too appraising, his eyes 
lasciviously glued on the four inches of bikini that 
covered the space between her legs. She nodded coldly in 
their direction. They didn't appeal to her at all.

"I suppose you have to be friendly with members of your 
team," she remarked, her nose tilting in the air. "It's 
too bad they're such a dull group." Hugh could hardly 
believe his ears and a red flush of temper colored his 
cheeks. She did not notice the anger showing on his face 
as she walked away. He decided to say nothing for the 
time being.

He dropped the board to walk with her to the steps. "Are 
you coming to watch the carnival this afternoon?" he 
asked.

"I can't wait," she replied. "I'm dying to see the surf-
boat race."

"I'll look out for you Linda. Afterwards you might like 
to meet my cousin Jenny. She'll lend you her board for 
as long as you like."

"Yes, I'd love to meet her. Thank you very much. You 
must come to our apartment sometime to meet dad and mom. 
See you later at the carnival. Bye for now, Hugh."

"Cheerio, Linda."

As he watched her crossing the street his eyes were 
drawn to the magnetic sight of her light brown, silken 
back with its little cleft showing above her buttocks, 
the slim legs and thin ankles, the long blonde hair 
bouncing back into its natural waves as the sun dried it 
out. He watched until she disappeared into the entrance 
of the apartment building. Looking up at the balcony he 
saw her mother still watching; he waved to her but she 
made no response; perhaps she was looking at the scene 
on the beach where thousands of people in a variety of 
beach gear were lounging around on the hot sand ... or 
perhaps she was a snob, too.

As Linda entered the apartment she was unable to prevent 
her mind again filling with resentment against her 
parents, remembering that debauched scene of her mother 
sucking away at her father's penis ... and swallowing. 
She wished she hadn't returned from the beach where she 
felt free and happy riding rollers in on Hugh's board. 
Why did that scene of debauchery keep returning to haunt 
her mind? She was unreasonably annoyed when her mother 
asked, "Who was that person I saw you talking to on the 
beach?

"Oh, just a boy who loaned me a surf hoard. He's one of 
the life savers or whatever they call themselves; he's 
in the carnival this afternoon," she replied, somewhat 
petulantly. Linda had enjoyed so much freedom and trust 
back home she now resented this tone of her mother, 
suggesting that her independence could be restricted. 
"Is lunch ready?" she asked. "I'm starved."

"Yes, it's all ready," her mother replied. She had long 
accepted the fact that Linda was a headstrong girl. 
"You'd better leave your shower until later."

After lunch Linda washed off the salt water and lay on 
her bed with the sunlight playing on her naked body, her 
eyes closed as she felt the heat relaxing her. Half-
asleep in the sun-induced doze, she dreamily caressed 
her small, rounded breasts, bringing the little pink 
nipples up as she did so, then letting one hand almost 
aimlessly wander down along her flat stomach, her palm 
pressing firmly down until she felt the soft mound of 
her pubic triangle. 

As she sank towards sleep she felt with her middle 
finger the lips of her vagina, unconsciously probing 
further until her finger slid unexpectedly into the 
moist groove. She rolled gently from side to side with 
her hand still there, her finger moving slowly back and 
forth over the firmly erect clitoris. 

She was barely conscious of what she was doing or the 
fact that she was getting half-formed visions of Hugh's 
face ... her mother guiding her father's cock inside her 
... Hugh running towards her ... the swollen red patch 
of his carnival swimming costume. The sensuousness of 
the touch of her finger lingered with her as she fell 
into a deep, contented sleep.


 
Chapter 4

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon when a loud 
knocking on Linda's bedroom door awakened her, causing 
her to sit up with a start. She thought she was in her 
own room at home until she saw the strange walls and 
furniture.

"Princess, wake up," called the reassuring voice of her 
father. "We're leaving now." He opened the door an inch 
or two, seeing her naked on the bed. For the first time 
that she could remember she felt embarrassed with him 
looking at her. "I looked in earlier," he added, "but 
you were sleeping so soundly I didn't have the heart to 
wake you."

"What time is it?" she asked, thinking to herself that 
it was time her parents respected her privacy.

"A little after three. You'd better hurry if you don't 
want to miss the carnival, though I wonder if anyone can 
get near the parades, the beach is so packed. There must 
be a hundred thousand people down there. We'll be back 
at about seven. We've left the phone number where you 
can contact us if you need to. 'Bye now, Princess." His 
eyes furtively lingered longer than was necessary on her 
ripe young body.

"Bye baby, have a nice time," called her mother as they 
left the apartment.

Linda looked out the window at the scene on the beach. 
She had never seen so many people jammed together on a 
beach. There were squads of Life Savers, each squad in 
different colored costumes, marching in a high knee-
action along the sand, row after row of tall, bronzed 
young men. In the front of each squad one of them 
carried a short pole with a banner proclaiming the name 
of the surf team. She could pick out the Brisbane team 
in their green and red; the man in front looked like 
Hugh, she thought. 

Again she experienced that strange tightening inside 
her, an excitement combined with apprehension; she felt 
it right through her body, a moist heat forming under 
her naked mound. She unconsciously let her hand caress 
herself before hurriedly slipping into her bikini. 
Perhaps she should wear a beach dress, she thought. No, 
she felt better freer in her bikini. She must hurry, not 
to miss the parade; she put on her sandals, picked up 
her Polaroid camera, grabbed a towel and rushed out of 
the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

Damn! She'd forgotten her beach purse and the front-door 
key. Stepping out of the elevator she looked for a hall 
porter's office on the ground floor. There was none! 
Gosh, I'm locked out until seven this evening, she 
thought, without worrying too much about it.

The street was empty of moving traffic; everything had 
come to a stop. Linda walked down to the beach and 
forced her way through the crowd until it became so 
thick around the parading Life Savers she could move no 
further.

"I'll give you a leg up," suggested a leering youth, 
putting his hand under her ass. A bald, middle-aged man 
standing nearby laughed. "I'll give you a finger up," he 
called crudely to her as she pushed away to stand near 
what appeared to be a respectable family group. Soon 
there was loud cheering. 

"That's the end of it. Maraboubra's won again," she 
heard someone say. Linda walked well away from the main 
crowd to where she could sit down and watch the 
lifeboats being rowed in a race through the surf, a few 
boats being overturned in the process. 

She stood up in time to see the green-and-red team's 
boat nose up in the air, twist sideways and turn over in 
the foam of a huge dumping wave. That must be Hugh's 
boat, she thought, and ran along the wet sand. It was 
the Brisbane boat, swamped and out of the race. He came 
ashore carrying an oar over his shoulder, grinning as if 
he'd won. She lifted her camera and snapped.

"Hi there, Linda. Did you see us turn turtle? The 
steersman's being brought in unconscious so we're out of 
the race."

"Gee, I'm sorry, Hugh."

"Oh, I'll get over it!" he grinned boyishly. "I'm just 
going to see if Jim's OK and then how about you and me 
going to the north end for a swim? It's not so crowded 
up there."

"I'd like that, if we can actually get there through 
this crowd."

"Nothing to it. We'll walk along the promenade."

Hugh saw that Jim had come around with nothing worse 
than a lump on his head. He rejoined Linda, walking her 
a half-mile or so along the scorching concrete promenade 
at the back of the beach which was crowded from one end 
to the other. Linda could see little point in trying to 
swim anywhere, it was all too unpleasantly packed. Hugh 
agreed with her. "May as well go home," he suggested, 
testing to see if she wanted to stay with him. Her 
answer was promising:

"That's not possible for a few hours. I forgot to bring 
a door key and my parents are out for the whole 
afternoon. They won't be back until this evening." She 
neglected to add that it was to see him that she had 
rushed out of the apartment in such a hurry.

Hugh tried to appear concerned. "Look, I'll tell you 
what we'll do if you like. I'll take you to Jenny's 
apartment. She's my cousin. A terrific girl, you'll like 
her. She lives just over there," indicating a modern 
apartment block across the street. "She's very 
respectable, a top-class model. And anyway I wanted to 
borrow her board for you. How about it, do you trust 
me?"

Linda trusted that winning smile and those steady eyes. 
She could see now that he had removed his cap that his 
hair was a sandy color, a little too short by modern 
standards though probably right for a swimmer. That 
feeling inside her suddenly welled up again. Her heart 
seemed to beat a little faster. She should refuse the 
invitation he was a complete stranger, and she was 
virtually alone in a strange country, moreover, the 
phone number her parents left was in the locked 
apartment ... and she wondered if she could trust 
herself.

"Yes, Hugh, I trust you." she lied. She didn't really 
... but she found herself wanting to trust him. As soon 
as she had said "Yes" she regretted it, because she 
thought she saw a sudden strange glint in his eyes. Even 
then she couldn't say "No". It would be all right, she 
told herself. Australians were decent people, the most 
sports-minded people in the world. Her father admired 
and respected them very much.

"Old-fashioned and old-world people. Pioneer people," 
she'd heard him describe them. "You never hear of rape 
cases in Australia," she'd heard her mother tell someone 
on the phone. "You never hear of muggings in Australian 
cities ..."

With these thoughts going around her mind she found 
herself walking out of the hot sun into the cool foyer 
of a building. They were going up in the elevator when 
she suddenly realized that High didn't have his towel 
with him, and when he produced a key from a chain around 
his neck she suddenly felt apprehensive.

"Do you live here, too?" she asked.

"No, I'm just staying here while I'm in Sydney. Don't 
you believe it's Jenny's apartment? Look at the clothes 
do you think I'd wear them?" Linda looked into a bedroom 
strewn with dresses and a table covered with cosmetics.

"Where's Jenny?" Linda asked.

"Must be down on the beach with a hundred thousand 
others," said Hugh, laughing. "How about an Aussie 
Coke?"

"I could drink a gallon, I'm so thirsty," laughed Linda, 
feeling relaxed again and rather more sure of this 
stranger in his funny outfit. He was soon back with tall 
glasses filled with Coke and ice. They clinked glasses.

"One thing I must do," he said, "is take a shower. Jenny 
gets mad at me for bringing sand and salt into this 
place. Will you please excuse me for a minute?"

"Of course. Perhaps I should wash the sand off, too," 
she called after him as he went to the bathroom. She 
took a long drink of her Coke. It was cold but what a 
strange flavor ... quite different from the Coke at 
home. Thirstily she drained the whole glass. Hugh was 
literally a minute taking his shower, returning dressed 
in blue trunks and a flowered shirt open all the way 
down the front.

"That was quick," she said.

"Your turn next. Like another Coke before you go?"

"Yes, please, Hugh. I must say your Coke tastes very 
different from ours. Seems to be a little flatter or 
something."

"I've never tried yours so I wouldn't know the 
difference," he said, bringing her another filled glass 
from the kitchen. "Here's to us," he toasted, draining 
the glass. "Here's to us," she responded, draining hers.

It was while she was under the shower that she felt the 
first strong effects of the vodka spiked in her drink: 
the glassed shower stall seemed to sway; the dizziness 
passed, but then she felt as though all her strength had 
drained from her body. She had to get out of the shower. 
She stumbled to pick up a towel and sat on a stool, 
drying herself as she wondered what on earth had come 
over her. 

Could it have been too much sun? Her father had always 
warned her of the dangerous rays that particularly 
affected fair-skinned people. She felt she had to get 
out of the steamy bathroom before she really did faint, 
and wrapping the large bath towel around herself dazedly 
returned to the living room.

"What's the matter, you look a bit pale?" asked Hugh in 
a voice full of concern.

"I think it must be the sun. A touch of sunstroke. Could 
I have another cold Coke? I really am thirsty," Linda 
murmured, sitting down on the couch.

"Sure thing. I'll mix a couple more," he said, wanting 
to kick himself for using the word "mix", but she didn't 
seem to notice. She was on the way out. He brought the 
drinks and sat down beside her, telling her to drink up 
it would do her good. The only way to cure a touch of 
the sun was to stay cool, inside.

"Thanksh, Hugh," she mumbled, leaning her head on his 
shoulder. "I like you." He noticed the slurring, and his 
loins began to heat up as he placed an arm around her 
shoulders.

"That's nice to hear, Linda. I like you, too. I like 
what I'm going to do to you, more."

She jerked her head up, a soft curl falling across her 
forehead. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, 
pouting her lips.

"Kiss you," he said, pulling her head towards him and 
kissing her on her hot yielding mouth. Letting his empty 
glass slip to the floor he slowly pulled aside the 
towel, exposing her small round breasts, the nipples 
already formed into hard little points of pink. Her skin 
felt as smooth as satin as he caressed her proudly 
upthrust breasts. She kept her mouth on his, pressing 
hard with her eyes closed. She felt his tongue probing 
for hers and she replied, pushing her tongue past his 
into his mouth. 

When he pressed his hand against her and closed his 
fingers around her right breast she made a vague attempt 
to push his arm away; she pushed twice before weakly 
giving up. He tried to pull away from her lips only to 
find that she wanted more, wanted to stay kissing with 
her mouth and tongue working greedily on his as if she 
were starved.

Jeez, he realized, she's a red-hot number, and I thought 
she was all innocence. He pulled away, taking off his 
shirt. She half-opened her eyes, startled.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking off my shirt. Next go my trunks, see?" he 
grinned, dropping them on the floor.

The terrified young virgin stared unbelievingly at his 
thick swollen penis jutting straight out from a mass of 
sandy pubic hair. "Oh no, NO! NO! NO!" she pleaded, too 
shocked when he slapped her to feel the stinging blow on 
her cheek. "Oh please don't, Hugh, please don't," she 
begged piteously as he roughly ripped the towel away 
from her naked body and pushed her sprawling in all her 
nakedness back along the couch. "Oh please don't," she 
pleaded in a last desperate bid for mercy as he lay 
alongside her, bringing her mouth to his and shoving his 
hand forcefully up between her legs.

"You want it, you bitch," he growled at her. "I can feel 
how wet you are. You're aching for it, aren't you? You 
want me to fuck you."

"NO, I've NEVER done it," she gasped. She felt that she 
had been drugged, she was so weak. Suddenly it dawned on 
her it wasn't the sun, it was something in the Coke. It 
must be!

Something deep down inside her drink-fogged brain wanted 
him to force her, yet she was afraid and he was 
revolting her with his crude language. I'm not a bitch, 
she said to herself. Not like my mother. Why did Hugh 
have to say "fuck"  that ugly four-letter word? Why did 
his penis remind her of her father's? The size, she 
mused hazily, the size... she could feel it pressing 
against her belly, hard and pulsating with a glistening 
clear drop of seeping moisture at its tip. 

Hugh's tongue was driving hard up into her mouth and she 
involuntarily answered his lewd French kiss with her own 
tongue, as she irresistibly thrust her quivering pussy 
up in search of his probing finger. She felt herself 
crying. She had no strength to push him off when he 
rolled on top of her, his strong legs forcing hers apart 
slowly but surely as the hand that had been driving up 
toward her pussy moved quickly underneath her straining 
ass-cheeks to move her body down so that she could feel 
his hot hard penis probing up into the crevice of her 
cringing cuntal slit. 

He's going to fuck me! Oh God, my thoughts are becoming 
as crude as a whore's! As crude as my mother's. Oh, how 
can I stop him? she thought wildly as her body seemed to 
respond in spite of her conscience.

Her pussy was now undulating frantically under Hugh's 
weight, reaching up to kiss his cock with its grasping 
lips. The fingers of the hand he held under her buttocks 
were probing greedily up into the soft valley between 
her ass-cheeks, at the same time pulling the rounded 
half-moons toward him so that his rock-hard cock pressed 
more firmly into her trembling vaginal flesh.

The handsome young surfer lifted his face from hers, 
moving down to suck her swollen nipples, and lick her 
breasts up and down, then back to the taut little peaks 
from one upthrust mound to the other. This made her 
think of Tom, bringing with it the thought of the hot 
sperm he had splashed across her cheek and breasts.

"Ohhh, don't, I don't want to," she moaned, pushing up 
with her body this time in protest against Hugh's 
powerful weight.

Hugh reached down with both hands, spreading her legs 
wide apart to give better access to the blood-filled 
head of his cock as he started to push viciously against 
the soft entrance of her tender young vagina. Jeez, he 
thought, maybe she is a virgin. I can't get it in, it's 
so small.

"Stop trying to squeeze your thighs together, you little 
bitch. Otherwise I'll ram it right up into you. It won't 
hurt if you let go. Take it easy, baby, and see how nice 
it can be."

Linda fought to hold her thighs taut but the effect of 
the vodka and the uncontrollable urge of her body 
overwhelmed her, so that slowly she relaxed her futile 
attempts to prevent the heedless assault on her virginal 
young loins. With every slight giving-way of her 
resistance, the farther that threatening thick cock 
moved into her, her own moisture and the wetness coming 
from his rampaging penis combining to defeat her feeble 
struggles.

Suddenly, it was as if her insides had exploded. Hugh 
made a violent lunging thrust, breaking the delicate 
virginal membrane, surging through to plunge deep up 
inside her trembling cunt. She didn't dare move for fear 
of increasing the sudden searing pain, and she clung to 
him, desperately trying to keep him from advancing any 
farther.

"Aaaaagghh! Please don't move it, oh please don't. 
You'll tear me apart."

Hugh waited a minute to let her calm down, giving her 
cunt time to gradually adjust to the sudden intrusion of 
his full pulsing length as he pushed his fingers into 
her golden hair to pull her head up so that he could 
kiss her fearfully quivering lips. As he did so he began 
gently flexing his turgid cock-shaft inside her, slowly, 
very slowly at first, until in a little while he was 
moving it in and out in small smooth strokes lubricated 
by her secretions. God, she liked it! He could tell by 
the way she was kissing him now in wild erotic abandon.

The sandy-haired Australian reached down with one hand 
to pull her buttocks toward his own loins, smiling when 
she thrust up to help him, and as the length of his 
stroke increased the teen-age American threw her legs 
around his back and began to gyrate her pelvis in a lewd 
rhythm, her body lost in a fire of smoldering passion. 

Her senses were immersed in the haze of unaccustomed 
alcohol as every muscle in her body tensed with the 
strain of raising her ass-cheeks and hips upward toward 
that hotly prodding cock up between her legs. If she had 
only known before how wonderful it was, the man on top 
of her now would have been Tom. Yet the drink-dimmed 
blonde wondered if she really cared. God, she suddenly 
realized, how degraded she was, how wanton! She must 
stop. NOW!

Linda tried to push Hugh away, but again she hadn't the 
strength, and he pinned her down sharply by pushing his 
stone-hard rod forward to pinion her firmly against the 
couch. The pummeling was so intense she thought he must 
surely rupture her insides, and she groaned as he pushed 
up on the next instroke and groaned louder as he held it 
there, ramming so far up into her vaginal recesses she 
could feel his balls slapping obscenely against the 
moist cheeks of her clenched buttocks.

She squirmed helplessly beneath him, feeling the hot 
throbbing intrusion as his blunt instrument skewered 
cruelly into her cringing cunt, flexing her vaginal 
walls in a vain effort to adjust to his impaling 
thickness. But the squeeze of her contracting pussy-
flesh only had the effect of exciting him to pursue with 
renewed vigor his merciless thrusts up into her 
defenseless cuntal depths.

"Not so hard, Hugh," she begged pitifully.

He noticed the tears running down her cheeks as he 
grinned lewdly down at her.

"Say please," he demanded, thrusting his loins forward 
harshly.

"Oh, please," the writhing girl whimpered.

"Please what ... please do what? Ask me to fuck you, 
bitch!"

Realizing that she was hopelessly trapped on his 
impaling shaft, the feebly struggling young virgin 
thought: It's all my own fault. It was asking for 
trouble to come here alone with Hugh. The relentlessly 
pistoning rod was lighting unwanted fires in her loins 
and abruptly it came to her that she wanted it, she 
wanted him to fuck her.

"Please fuck me. Fuck me gently, Hugh." She abandoned 
herself to the exquisite pain that was a perverse kind 
of pleasure. There was no strength left in her to resist 
as his cock continued jack-hammering into her virginal 
cuntal depths, her wracked body coming to life on its 
own, giving way to the hunger that had grown in her 
dilated vagina. Their bodies were by now slippery with 
sweat and he was sliding backward and forward over her, 
his chest pushing tight against her small virginal 
breasts, their nipples pink and protuberant.

She closed her eyes, lost in a haze of helpless 
abandonment. In her mind she had not completely 
surrendered herself, although for a while that day she 
had idly thought she was half in love with this sun-
tanned Australian. Now it seemed her body was wanting 
his body, betraying her conscious wish with its 
unconscious yearnings, and there was nothing she could 
do about it.

To Hugh, the conquest was easier than he thought it 
would be. The way she carried herself in that holier-
than-thou attitude, the way she barely condescended to 
say hello to his friends. Who the hell did she think she 
was? To him she was a succulent little morsel, a 
gorgeous golden peach just ripening and ready to be 
plucked. 

He'd had a hard time keeping his old monster at bay, 
knowing that if she'd seen his swimsuit bulging with a 
hard-on she'd have run like a frightened deer in a 
forest fire. He'd never had one as young as this. Young 
and proud, the little bitch. Wait till he brought the 
boys up to look her over! Sludge-Pump Yates would give 
her a nice big souvenir of Bondi Beach. 

While he was reaching around her ass-cheeks to wet his 
finger so that he could shove it up her little brown 
rubbery asshole he began working on a plan that would 
give all his mates a go at her. They'd make her the 
best-fucked ex-virgin in New South Wales, root her to a 
standstill if she could take it.

He felt her grinding up to him now, really grinding, 
wanting more and more of it. It must have been a 
reaction to his finger going into her asshole, going in 
so far he could actually feel the movement of his cock 
inside her. She liked that all right. He worked back at 
her, moving high up on her so that as his raging cock 
moved in and out, his body rubbed harder on her 
clitoris, bringing her toward her first orgasm.

The lust-inflamed girl had stopped talking now, simply 
moaning with ecstasy.

"Ask me again. What do you want me to do," he breathed 
in her ear.

But all she could do was mumble "Fuck me, fuck me," and 
continue the soft rising and falling moan. She was on 
the way to passing out from the three stiff vodkas the 
leg opener had sure worked a treat, he gloated to 
himself. She mumbled something else, something about 
"Mom sucking Daddy's cock ..." Interesting, he thought.

He raised himself up on his hands to gloatingly stare at 
her face, her fluttering eyelids, her gasping mouth, her 
two deliciously budding breasts with their erect pink 
nipples, the narrow waist and the flat stomach. He 
sucked in his belly so that he could watch his cock 
pumping into her, withdrawing slowly then rushing it 
back forcefully into that glorious warm cunt, so tight 
and so moist, that rose to meet his thrust. God, she 
loved it and wanted it. 

She now wanted his finger in her rectum as much as she 
wanted his furiously pumping cock in her cunt, and she 
was beginning to writhe more rapidly. She already had 
learned to control her cunt muscles, timing their 
contraction and expansion with contractions of her anal 
opening.

"Fuck me," she shamelessly moaned, "Fuck me."

Then more quickly she repeated it, "Fuck me, fuck me, 
fuck me," and louder still, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH FUCK 
ME."

Hugh was fucking as he'd never fucked before. This was 
the best piece of tail he'd ever had. Were all Yankee 
broads like this, he wondered. Jeez, what a wonderful 
breed. He increased the speed of his stroke, lowered 
himself down flat against the love-starved girl's 
convulsively twitching body and shoved his throbbing rod 
harder and harder into her until he felt himself coming 
to a mind-blowing climax.

"Aaaahhhh I'm cumming, Linda baby, I'm cuuummmiinnngg 
..."

As he jerked wildly forward and shot his wad deep inside 
her tortured, wetly hot vagina, she began to moan louder 
and louder, threshing her head from side to side 
uncontrollably until her first real orgasm shook her 
body like a bolt of electricity as her breath came in 
shuddering gasps.

And then Linda's ravished body began to relax with 
little quivering shakes while short sobbing gasps came 
from her throat.

She never opened her eyes before she finally fell into 
the relief of oblivion. Hugh, with a broad grin of 
satisfied lust, slowly pulled his wetly glistening 
still-hard cock out of the cum-filled cunt with a lewd 
viscous sucking sound. He had wanted to shove it into 
her mouth, to force her to suck him off, but she had 
passed out, the silly little bitch.

Seeing Linda's Polaroid camera on a chair, he thought to 
himself, I'll take a picture of Miss Uppity as a memento 
of her first fuck. He aimed the camera at an angle 
looking up between her spread-eagled legs and having 
placed one of her hands in her cruelly ravished, 
inflamed pussy.

The camera snapped in a brilliant flash of light.


 
Chapter 5

It was growing dark when Linda came to with a start. As 
she sat up her head felt as though it would fall off, 
her body ached when she leaned forward, groaning 
helplessly as the memory of the afternoon flooded back 
to her sickened, tortured mind. There was an ache 
between her legs, an ache that spread around to her 
back, and as she looked down along her body she saw the 
bloody stain of her virginity on the couch and felt the 
ooze of cum in her inflamed pussy.

With the curtains drawn the room was so dark she didn't 
see Hugh, who was dozing on the floor with a cushion 
under his head, until she stumbled over him on her way 
to the bathroom, waking him up. She could see flecks of 
white, dried cum in the sandy hairs at the bottom of his 
stomach, and the weapon that had so violently taken her 
virginity lay slack, bent against his thigh, exposing 
his large testicle sac. And even as she watched him 
opening his eyes to stare up at her in a dull, half-
comprehending way, she noticed the limp cock move slowly 
from a bent shape into a growing, semi-stiff curve. She 
fled to the bathroom and locked the door.

"Hey there Linda! Open up and let's get together under 
the shower. Come on, be a sport!" he called out. Jeez, 
he thought, I could go on banging this little bitch all 
night.

"If you don't leave me alone I'll open the bathroom 
window and scream, do you hear?" The cold shower was 
refreshing her but with the sobering force of it 
needling her skin she began to realize her predicament. 
She was supposed to be home when her parents returned at 
seven. She had been ravished. Should she tell them what 
had happened ... perhaps they would call the police. But 
then she had not actually been raped. It was those 
strange Cokes ... what could she do?

"Hugh," she called out, tremulously.

"Do you want me to come in, baby?"

"I want to know the time. My parents expect me home at 
seven."

"It's only half-past, you're not very late." Hugh had 
been thinking how he would be in an awkward position if 
Jenny found the kid here, especially if she was being 
held against her will. And it'd be a real mess if 
Linda's old man got the cops out looking for her. Better 
play it cool, he said to himself.

"Tell you what, Linda," he called. "I'll walk you home, 
right now. We'll tell your folks that you didn't have 
your key and that you came to tea with Jenny and me. 
OK?"

Now he was being nice again, but could she trust him? 
There wasn't much she could do about it. She could wait 
until his cousin Jenny or the girl who shared the 
apartment returned, but supposing they stayed out all 
night ... her parents would be frantic with worry. 
Perhaps they had already called the police.

"Okay, Hugh. My father has probably already called the 
police, and I think the State law here defines a minor 
as a person under the age of sixteen. I'm a minor."

Hugh felt weak in the knees. Jeez, a bloody minor. The 
filthy cops just love grabbing a man for knocking off 
girl's underage. The dirty bastards also love quizzing 
the girls about every little detail. Why didn't the 
silly bitch tell me?

"Listen, I didn't know how old you were. I still don't 
know."

"I'm fifteen. Actually, fifteen and four months." She 
could tell by the tone of his voice that he was very 
worried. She smiled to herself: I'll make him squirm. 
She dried herself hurriedly and unlocked the door to 
find Hugh dressed in shirt and white slacks ready to 
take her home.

They were silent all the way back along the promenade 
until they neared the Spenders' apartment building, then 
Hugh said, "I'm sorry Linda, I guess I fell in love with 
you and just couldn't resist kissing you. And when I 
drank a couple of vodkas and Coke I had to make love to 
you. Can you forgive me?" he begged. This was his only 
way out, he believed he had to win her.

"I don't think I could ever forgive you. You behaved 
like a bastard. You probably are for all I know. Only 
that kind of person would sneak vodka into my drink. I 
suppose it's all I should expect from a truck driver or 
whatever you are. Or are you a butcher?" All the way 
from the apartment she had been fretting, her pride 
outraged by the fact that Hugh was probably as common as 
dirt, as his language was, at least those bits that 
returned to her mind through a fog of memory. She felt 
defiled.

Hugh was quick to counterattack. "Listen," he said, 
raising his voice a little, "my ancestors weren't 
convicts as yours probably were. We're connected with 
the aristocracy in England. My father's a judge in the 
Supreme Court and I'm studying law at the Brisbane 
University. So who are you? Just a daughter of a Yank 
businessman."

At that moment they were entering the building and 
coming out of the elevator was Linda's father.

"Princess," he cried, running up to her and throwing an 
arm around her shoulders. "I was just coming down to 
look for you. We've been worrying our heads off about 
you, honey. We were a little late home and thought maybe 
you'd gone to a movie. But when we saw your keys still 
on your bedroom table and noticed that your bikini was 
missing we were about to call the police. What 
happened?"

"As you can see, Daddy, I left the keys behind when I 
went for a swim. Then I met Hugh who took me to his 
cousin's for tea. Hugh," she continued, unconsciously 
pulling him gently forward by his arm to meet her 
father, "this is my father, Arnold Spender. Daddy, meet 
Hugh Watson. He's a law student from Brisbane." Hugh 
breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't calling the cops, 
by the sound of it. Bloody little snob.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Spender," Hugh said, putting 
on his best wide smile and twinkling eye. "Jenny and I 
were pleased to look after your daughter, though she'd 
be pretty safe around these parts." Turning to Linda he 
said, "If you ever get lost again you know where to find 
us. Or you could always go to a police station," he 
added, laughingly.

"Would you care to come up for a drink, young man?" 
asked her father. Hugh looked at Linda whose eyes said, 
"Why not?" However, Hugh had a cunning plan forming in 
his head. He wasn't going to lose this hot little bitch 
in a hurry.

"I'd certainly like to, sir," he said, remembering that 
young Americans he saw on the movies always said "sir" 
to their elders. "Unfortunately, I have to study 
tonight. These surf carnivals use up too much of my 
time. Perhaps I might phone Linda one day, if that's all 
right with her. My cousin will lend her a surf board and 
I could show Linda where the big ones are." Hugh 
chortled to himself. The biggest one was in the pants of 
old Sludge-Pump Yates.

"Why, of course, Hugh. Phone any time. Here's our 
number." Arnold Spender took a card from his pocket and 
wrote down the phone number of the apartment. "By the 
way," he added, "I forgot to thank you for looking after 
Linda. Thank your cousin for me, too. Good night."

"Good night sir, good night Linda," replied Hugh.

"Good night," she said. Her voice sounded slightly 
timid; a bit weak, thought Hugh. Surely she's not 
falling for me just because I said I was a bloody law 
student with a judge for an old man! Wouldn't that be a 
laugh! I must dash down to the Surf Club, he said to 
himself. I've got a lot to tell the boys. They'll never 
believe I knocked off a fifteen year old this afternoon. 
And what a fuck!

He strolled down the promenade smiling to himself. A 
bloody Princess! The thought of bringing this snooty 
young American down a peg or two pleased him immensely 
and he laughed all the way to the Surf Club.

Tiger Kelly, Jim Yates and Billy Sutton were in the bar 
of the club drinking large pints of beer when Hugh 
walked in.

"OK buddy, you buy the next round," called Tiger. 
"You're fined for desertin' us. Where the hell did you 
go with that Yankee bird?"

"Yeah," chipped in Billy, "what's the idea of keeping 
that bit of jail-bait all to yourself. She's under 
sixteen, ain't she?"

"It'd be worth going to jail for," laughed Jim. "Come 
on, line 'em up. I'm as dry as a nun's cunt. Four pints, 
barman. Hugh's payin' for the lot, the lucky bastard." 
Jim Yates had been drinking since five o'clock and was 
starting to look like it. The others had taken a break 
to eat something, not wanting to get too far gone; they 
hoped to pick up some "birds" at the carnival dance in 
the club that night, whereas Jim needed to get drunk 
first. 

He was strangely shy of girls when he was sober but with 
a few pints of beer under his belt he'd tackle anything. 
Usually the ugliest girls around, the desperate ones who 
overlooked the fact that he was coarse, crude, with a 
sadistic glint in his eyes that were set too close 
together; he always had a black stubble around his large 
chin, his nose had been broken in a barroom fight and 
one look at his thick, bull neck wrinkled at the back 
was enough to frighten away practically every girl he 
ever met. 

In Brisbane they called him Sludge-Pump because of the 
size of his cock. Like most hygiene-mad Australians, his 
foreskin had been removed soon after birth and whenever 
he took a shower in the locker room, his friends would 
always admire that huge brown member with its large, 
purplish-red flanged head. "Like a policeman's helmet," 
remarked Billy who had lived in London.

When the team went to Sydney for the championships Jim 
asked them to forget his nickname. Everyone in Brisbane 
knew of his reputation for having the biggest tool in 
Queensland probably in any other state as well. A 
national cock record for length, width and strength.

"Just don't call me Sludge-Pump in front of strangers, 
that's all I ask you blokes." They did their best to 
please him. For one thing he was a powerful steersman; 
for another he was a terrific backstop in a fight. Both 
he and Tiger lead-footed the big trucks on the 
interstate runs or worked as laborers during the winter 
months, saving enough to beachcomb through the summer. 

Billy did nothing, apart from surfing every day that was 
sunny and shacking up with rich women for months on end; 
they liked him so much they never bothered to call the 
police when he robbed them of money and jewelry. Billy 
and Jim often remarked that they'd like to fuck Hugh's 
cousin Jenny. "Ram me bazooka right up her cunt," 
promised Jim... "I'd like to rape that beautiful model's 
ass," was Billy's ambition.

"Here's to birds and what they have between their legs," 
toasted Tiger, taking a long draft from the big glass in 
his hand.

"Here's to the cherry we all like to kiss," toasted 
Hugh.

"Here's to our American Allies," toasted Jim.

"And here's to Hugh for getting us Little Miss America. 
I propose a toast to the blonde whose cunt will make us 
all happy if not rich. When do we get going, Hugh?" 
asked Billy. "Couldn't we get her up to Jenny's 
apartment?"

"You've hit the nail right on the head, Billy. That's 
the place. I've got it all planned. There might be a few 
dollars in it, too, the way I've been thinkin' about 
it."

"What do you mean, you dirty old bastard," asked Billy. 
"Are you plannin' to hawk her fork?" They all laughed, 
drunkenly waving their pints of beer in the air.

"Count me in, too," said Jim. "Haven't dipped the wick 
since I've been in Sydney. How about Jenny, do you think 
she'd play ball?"

"'Course she would," chipped in Billy. "Myself, I think 
she might be more than interested in a bit of lezzo."

"Careful what you say about me cousin," growled Hugh, 
forgetting his polite English. But he had been 
suspecting that there was something odd about Jenny. She 
never had a regular fella and jeez, wasn't Sydney 
renowned for queers and lesbians! Worse than San 
Francisco, he'd heard. "If you bastards upset Jenny the 
whole thing's off. She's part of the plan."

"Come on, let's pick up some tail at the dance," Billy 
said, draining his glass. "We'll leave old Sludgy at the 
bar."

"Don't call me that or I'll drop you," mumbled Jim. "No 
foolin' I will." The others strolled out of the bar, 
hearing Jim call after them: "Oh man, oh man. Tomorrow 
night's the night!"

 * * *

All through dinner Linda struggled to remain cool while 
her parents described their afternoon with Arnold's 
business associate. She hardly listened to them, for her 
head was splitting in an agony of confusion, guilt and 
shame. She tried to put it all together; how she had 
allowed herself to be trapped in an inescapable position 
in that apartment. 

The main fault was in believing that Hugh's cousin would 
be there to act as a chaperone. And there was her 
stupidity in forgetting her key. That was simply an act 
of Fate and nothing she could do would alter that. The 
worst thing, the thing that disgusted her, that brought 
her near to tears every time she thought of it, was the 
fact that her self-control had been destroyed. Her body, 
something deep within her, had willingly more than 
willingly -cooperated with him. Her mother's voice shook 
her out of her continuing introspection.

"Honey, why aren't you eating? You've hardly touched 
your food. Has the day been too exciting for you?"

"It must be something like that, Mom. Would you and Dad 
mind? I think I'd like to go to bed. I'm awfully tired." 
They both said that she must have a good long sleep. "I 
expect that handsome young man will be wanting to show 
you some big ones tomorrow, so you'd better prepare 
yourself for some wild surfing, Princess," her father 
added.

"Yes... er... perhaps I had," she faltered. "Good night, 
Dad. Good night, Mom."

"'Night Princess," they chorused. She certainly did look 
worn out, poor kid. They all were, after the long flight 
and a wearing day in the heat.

Linda closed her bedroom door with a sigh. She slipped 
out of her clothes and lay naked on the bed. The night 
was humid and hot, too much so to wear a nightie or get 
under the sheets. She could hear the muffled roar of the 
breakers down on the beach, mingled with the sounds of 
traffic in the street. She tried again to fathom her 
dreadful predicament but it was no use, the effort only 
started a throbbing in her head. She tried to think of 
Tom and how she would make it up to him. He should have 
taken her. It was, she knew, only natural that he had 
lost his head and asked her to kiss his ... oh, hell, 
his cock. In her mind she saw it again: it seemed so 
small by comparison; hard but small. His hand moving up 
her leg; that had given her a wonderful thrill. Tears 
began to well up in her eyes: she was no longer a 
virgin! Oh God, why, why, why?

She felt her pussy, feeling for its soreness, surprised 
that it wasn't at all sore on the outside. She took her 
compact mirror from her beach purse and put it between 
her legs to inspect the damage Hugh had done her. She 
pressed her middle finger cautiously down into her 
crotch, spreading the swollen lips like segments of a 
particularly succulent peach to feel deeper. 

No, it wasn't very sore there, only a little, and it was 
damp with a warm moisture. She felt a glow spreading 
irresistibly throughout her body, her breathing 
quickened a little. She could see a drop of her juice 
slowly oozing through the lips of her parted vagina. The 
sight of it made the blood start pounding through her 
body, making her feel unbearably hot. She thought 
guiltily of Tom's cock and the electric feeling 
increased. 

Her finger began to rub slowly along the moist groove 
and across her twitching clitoris. That was a little 
sore, but she couldn't seem to stop rubbing and sliding 
her finger back and forth. She thought of Hugh licking 
her breasts, sucking and nibbling her nipples. Her other 
hand unconsciously came up to play with her taut 
breasts, pushing them up hard and then gently curling 
her fingers around the nipples. Her buttocks starting 
pushing up in slow surges as her finger on her pussy 
pushed down.

The confused young girl put everything out of her mind, 
all the guilt, the shame, the unbearable anxiety. Oh 
God. I wish I could stop this but I can't, I won't. What 
do they call it? A sin! But no. I read somewhere it's a 
harmless, natural thing to do. That's it! Harmless and 
natural, she rationalized to herself.

Rolling over on to her stomach, she kept her finger in 
the furrow, her other hand gently massaging her breasts. 
Her smooth buttocks moved up and down so that she didn't 
have to move her finger as much, though she tried to 
push it into her vagina that hurt too much, she was 
still sore in there.

If only Hugh were here now. If only Tom were here, she 
corrected herself. I love Tom and I'm going to marry 
him. The deep and wonderful feeling was beginning to 
leave her: the guilt taking over. Would Tom marry me if 
he knew what happened this afternoon? Closing her eyes, 
she lay limp on the bed, her finger stopped in the warm 
moist pussy. 

I won't think about Tom, I won't think of anything. But 
into the blankness of her mind came the vision of Hugh's 
big member and the remembrance of her orgasm with him. 
She spread her legs apart, raised her buttocks and 
feverishly massaged her clitoris with all five fingers 
sending spasm after spasm of exhilarating sensation 
through her tensed up body until she felt she would 
explode.

Suddenly her eyes rolled back in her head, her nostrils 
flared and with a deep-throated groan her body vibrated 
uncontrollably, her vagina exuding sticky secretions 
over her hand, twitching fitfully in her soaking cunt, a 
strand of her sun-streaked hair caught in her gasping 
mouth. "Oh God, that was delicious, I really loved it," 
she murmured to herself. At last the ravished fifteen 
year old girl sank into a dreamless sleep.


 
Chapter 6

It'll be another great day for the beach tomorrow, 
thought Hugh as he meandered drunkenly home to Jenny's 
place, staring blearily at the cloudless night sky. 
Tiger and Jim had passed out at the dance and Billy had 
taken them back to their hotel in a taxi. Bunch of 
dopes, always stoned, Hugh thought as he let himself 
into Jenny's apartment.

"You bastard! You rotten bastard cousin!" Jenny pulled 
him by his shorts across to the couch. "Do you think 
this is a whorehouse, you moronic hick? I didn't invite 
you to turn the place into a brothel."

Jenny had waited two hours for Hugh to come home, 
furious that he had probably brought his drunken surfie 
friends home with their scruffy little surfie girls, her 
fury building up to boiling point at having to wait for 
him. There was no vodka left and the couch showed 
evidence of someone having made it with a whore during 
her period. "Look at that," she cried, shoving Hugh to 
the couch.

"Aw, lay off, Jen," he whined. "I didn't know she was a 
virgin."

"Don't give me that, you oaf."

"It happened like thish." he slurred. "I met this sexy 
little American dish and she practically raped me. The 
mosht beautiful bird I've seen in a long time. I'm crazy 
about her, absholutely crazy about her." Hugh flopped 
down on the couch. "Give us a kish, Jenny. I want to 
give you ... a kish of life ..." With that he passed out 
snoring on the couch.

Jenny stood back to look at him. She couldn't help 
smiling now, sympathetic for his drunken state, knowing 
herself what it was like to sometimes get hopelessly 
stoned out of her mind. Hugh is such a big bumbling kid 
she mused, one of the few men I actually admire 
physically. But what a child, mentally. They swam 
together whenever she went to Brisbane on a modeling job 
and he was always so affectionate. When he kissed her on 
the lips she enjoyed the warmth of his caress. Yes, 
decidedly, she liked kissing cousin Hugh. Once she had 
thought of seducing him, when he was about fourteen 
years old, a beautiful long-limbed youth with a shock of 
sandy hair, bright blue eyes and a very sensual mouth.

Jenny knelt down to lift his legs onto the couch. He was 
too big for her to carry into his bedroom. She decided 
to leave him there, passed out with a beautific smile on 
his face. Leaning forward, she kissed him on the mouth 
and slid her hand down, pulling open his shirt and 
feeling down to his cock. Hugh was completely 
unconscious, breathing deeply and steadily like a child. 

Jenny opened his fly and pulled out his slack cock and 
kissed it, too. She left him like that, asleep with his 
cock hanging out of his white trousers, and went to her 
bedroom wondering what he would say in the morning if 
she invited him to sleep with her. Kerry, her roommate 
was still away with her folks in the country and would 
be for another month. The only problem was, would Hugh 
want her? He seemed to be quite gone on this young 
American bird ... perhaps they could make a threesome, 
if the girl was attractive enough ...

 * * *

Hugh's plan was going to be popular with everyone, it 
seemed. He explained it to Jenny over breakfast, she in 
a mini-skirt, he in shorts as the February sun heated 
the bay of buildings on Bondi's seafront. First of all 
he showed her the color print of Linda made with the 
Polaroid camera. He was in love with her, he said 
untruthfully, trying to win Jenny's support, but he 
didn't think Linda would see him again because she was 
such a damn snob.

"She thinks our family ain't good enough for her," he 
explained, but he knew she cared for him and if he could 
only get her back to the apartment for awhile she'd get 
over that superiority complex. Would Jenny ask her 
around so that she could lend her the surfboard, he 
asked.

"Sure," said Jenny, "why not?" She was trying not to 
show how aroused she was by the ravishing and ravished 
blonde nymphet in the photo. "Why ever not? This photo 
will bring her back," she laughed, thinking to herself 
that the girl should be a little more careful about 
where she put on airs about being superior to others. 
Her mouth watered at the sight of the deliciously 
innocent young girl's legs spread-eagled to show her 
cruelly violated crevice gleaming wetly.

"There's another thing," remarked Hugh. "She told me 
about seeing her old man being sucked off by her mother. 
A little hint about that might go a long way!"

Jenny leaned back in her chair, half-shocked at his 
crudity yet all the same amused. "There's something very 
crude about you, Hugh. You know what? I fancy you a bit 
myself, sometimes. Don't get worked up about it though. 
Save yourself for this peach. I'm ten years older than 
her, getting past my prime." 

She was two years older than that, he knew, but then she 
didn't look more than twenty-one. She was tall, slim, 
dark-eyed with short black hair like a cap over her 
perfect head. She walked with the grace of a mannequin 
and spoke with a lazy drawl that most of Hugh's friends 
took to be an insolent manner. It wasn't. They simply 
bored her and she spoke carelessly to them, as if they 
were children. She was going along with what she knew 
was an elaborate plan of seduction because she was bored 
and she liked the idea of an orgy. She was in the mood 
for something like that.

"Phone her now, Hugh," she suggested. "It's after ten."

Hugh phoned the number Linda's father had given him. 
There was no reply. He tried at eleven and again at 
midday. No answer. Sight-seeing, he supposed. He tried 
again at two, at three, and she finally answered at 
four. He had only been to the beach once since he'd been 
here, and he regretted the loss of another perfect day.

"Hello Linda, this is Hugh," he said, using his polite 
accent.

Linda had expected his call. She had left decisions up 
in the air, had gone with her parents on a ferry ride 
across the harbor to Manly, had walked around the new 
Opera House and inspected the Botanical Gardens. She'd 
hoped he wouldn't phone in case his voice brought on 
another surge of shameful passion. Surprising herself, 
she remained cool and collected when she heard his 
voice.

"Hello," she replied.

"Thought you might like to shoot a breaker. How about 
popping down to the beach? Jenny's here and says you can 
use her board anytime you like."

"I don't think we should meet again. Thank your cousin 
for me. I'm sorry, Hugh, but I don't want to see you 
again," she replied not unpleasantly.

"Don't hang up," Hugh said hurriedly. "You know you're 
very photogenic."

"Wha ... what do you mean?" she faltered.

"I took a photo of you last night if you don't believe 
me, count the frames left. And another thing: Would you 
like me to tell your old man that you think your 
mother's a low, common, cock-sucking bitch?"

Linda slammed the phone down and rushed to her room, 
flung herself on the bed, stifling a scream in her 
pillow. The beast! The lowdown rotten beast! How could 
he do such a thing?

Her father hearing the slamming of the phone came 
knocking on her door. "Are you all right, Linda?"

Quickly she composed herself, tearful that he'd walk 
into the room. "Yes Daddy, perfectly all right. I 
dropped the phone, that's all." She held her breath 
tight, hoping that her father wouldn't open the door and 
see her tear-stained face.

"Be a little more careful next time. By the way, who was 
on the line?"

In a panic she could think of no way out. "Oh, it was 
Hugh. You know, the Life Saver. He wants me to go 
surfing with him." The door began to open. "Don't come 
in, daddy. I'm changing into my bikini."

"Well, have a good time, Princess, and don't forget your 
key this time. Your mother and I are going downtown to 
meet the Dowlings, more oil talk. We'll be back before 
dinner."

"Okay, daddy, see you later." Soon she heard the front 
door close. She felt trapped, absolutely trapped, with 
no one to turn to for help. Then the phone rang again.

"Hello," said a girl's voice. "Is that Linda?"

"Yes."

"I'm Jenny, Hugh's cousin. I thought you might be lonely 
and would like to come over for a chat. I believe you 
know the address. Hugh's gone down to the beach and if 
you like we could join him there ... take the board and 
try to catch a long one."

She sounded nice on the phone, a soft, well-modulated 
voice and very friendly.

On an impulse Linda said she'd love to meet her and 
would be at her apartment in half an hour. Perhaps Jenny 
might be able to give me some sisterly advice, she 
thought to herself. "What's the address again? I can't 
quite remember?"

Jenny told her and with barely concealed excitement hung 
up. Her eyes glowed with a strange light as she thought 
to herself that this would be a really scorching 
afternoon.


 
Chapter 7

Jenny stood naked in front of a long mirror, admiring 
her tall, beautiful, perfectly formed body that was 
featured so often on magazine covers throughout the 
country. Her short-cropped brunette hair accentuated her 
long neck and her full breasts that were, like the rest 
of her, tanned from sunning herself nude on the roof 
garden. 

She ran her hands down to cup her firm breasts, moving 
her fingers gently over the already stiffening nipples, 
then her hands moved down over her flat stomach around 
to the high arches of her buttocks, back to the 
indentations between thighs and pubic mound, her 
caresses increasing the pleasurable ache arising from 
her thoughts. A young blonde in full bud, naked and 
lying unresistingly languid on the couch of her 
apartment! This was the vision that filled her mind with 
an almost unbearable expectancy.

As she stroked her long limbs she wondered what she 
should wear from her extensive wardrobe. She wanted to 
impress this blonde beauty: after one look at the photo 
Hugh had shown her she felt an irresistible urge to 
introduce her to the pleasures of making love to a girl. 

She realized that she couldn't have her to herself 
alone, that Hugh would have to be included, but she had 
made a pact with him whereby she would have Linda alone 
in the apartment for a couple of hours. Neither he nor 
any other man had previously known of her preference for 
girls, nor was he aware of how much she was attracted to 
him physically ... probably the only man who had such a 
strong effect on her.

This afternoon she would admit him to her secret lesbian 
world. The thought of what could happen, the prospect of 
having both Linda and Hugh and watching Hugh have Linda 
sent a glowing feeling throughout her body, an 
expectation that forced her to nervously smoke cigarette 
after cigarette, occasionally packing one with hashish. 

This was the drug she had cunningly prepared for Linda, 
who Hugh said was a non-smoker, and as she had heard 
from her cousin all about Linda's aversion to the spiked 
Cokes she had prepared brownies heavily loaded with the 
narcotic. Linda would refuse a Coke but would hardly 
refuse tea and cookies!

She toyed with the idea of wearing hot pants and nothing 
else, to remain topless, as she usually did when her 
girl friend stayed at the apartment. She realized that 
this would undoubtedly frighten the young girl away so 
she added a transparent, flowered top.

Keeping his promise to stay away for a couple of hours, 
Hugh had gone down to the Surf Club on the beach front. 
The scene was set, and at half-past four the doorbell 
rang.

Linda had hesitated outside the front door of the 
apartment, filled with doubt and apprehension. Would 
Hugh be there alone? Or would he be there at all? She 
didn't want to see him ever again. She was angry with 
him and with herself for what had happened; she felt 
cheated and, worst of all, she had been criminally 
wronged when he had taken that photo. And she was sure 
he had because she had counted the remaining film. It 
was the existence of the photo that really prompted her 
to accept Jenny's invitation ... that and the fact that 
Jenny had sounded like a nice, normal person from whom 
she could get some advice. That she might be pregnant 
was another consideration that had sent chilling tremors 
down Linda's spine.

To counteract any ideas Jenny might have formed about 
her being a slut, she had gone to great lengths to dress 
demurely and although it was a boiling hot day she wore 
long sheer tights under a summer dress and petticoat. 
She had made doubly sure that she carried her keys in 
her handbag and had written down the number of her 
parents' phone. She had also brought fifty dollars: if 
Hugh wouldn't give her the photo she would pay him for 
it. Perspiring slightly from the walk along the 
blistering pavements and the walk up the stairs to 
Jenny's apartment, she pressed the doorbell.

"I'm so pleased you could come," Jenny said in a low 
husky voice, smiling warmly, as she opened the door. In 
a glance she took in the glorious vision of the dewy 
blonde, the long golden hair, the full young mouth, the 
firm rising mounds upthrust against the thin material of 
her dress above a slim waist and soft swelling thighs. 
"You must be terribly hot," she added, noticing little 
beads of perspiration on Linda's upper lip.

"Hello," replied Linda as she entered, noting Jenny's 
long bare legs and bare feet, her tall slim figure and 
short-cropped hair. As Jenny walked ahead of her to the 
living room Linda couldn't help but admire the grace of 
her legs and the way part of her ass-cheeks showed 
softly round beneath the hot pants. She appeared to be 
about twenty-four or twenty-five, with an olive-brown 
skin and very smooth face. The top-model qualities of 
the girl were obvious.

Jenny apologized about the heat of the apartment, 
explaining that it wasn't air-conditioned as she 
imagined all American homes were, as she ushered Linda 
into the room that momentarily inspired in Linda a sense 
of panic. There was the couch! The sight of it brought 
every conscious moment of the previous evening back in 
horrific vividness. She became aware of the fact that 
she had suddenly stopped walking into me room, her eyes 
fixed on the couch, when she felt Jenny's hand on her 
arm.

"Come and sit down here, it's the most comfortable 
place," she said, leading her to the couch. As Linda sat 
down, feeling weak and trembling in her stomach, she 
looked up and noticed for the first time that she could 
see right through Jenny's flimsy top, could see the 
outline of pink nipples against the roundness of firm 
brown breasts. Below the short top Jenny's flat stomach 
and navel were exposed as far as the band of her hot 
pants which were only partly zipped up.

Aware of Linda's examination, Jenny explained: "I've 
been trying on some summer clothes for a fashion show. 
You know how it is -they always send the wrong sizes, 
like these hot pants. I can hardly do up the zip."

"Is Hugh here?" Linda asked abruptly.

"No, the boy's gone down to the beach. I guess he's gone 
for the rest of the afternoon. He seems to be very fond 
of you, Linda, but I must warn you, he's very fickle." 
As she spoke, Jenny noticed that Linda relaxed, that the 
wary expression changed to a smile. "I hope you're 
hungry," she added. "I've made some brownies especially 
for you."

"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble," Linda 
replied, as Jenny got up to make tea. She watched the 
older girl walk to the kitchen, her firm, slim, boyish 
posterior slightly swaying in what Linda supposed was a 
mannequin's walk. She wished she hadn't worn so many 
clothes: the room was stifling.

It was after Linda had eaten two of the hash-filled 
cookies that she gradually felt a mood of sensuousness 
coming over her. She hadn't really felt hungry and had 
only eaten the brownies because Jenny had gone to so 
much trouble on her behalf. She liked Jenny and they 
talked happily about surfing, modeling and clothes. 
After a while they went to the bedroom where Jenny 
showed her row after row of dresses, some of which she 
thought Linda might like to try on.

Linda stepped out of her dress and then Jenny said, 
"Take those tights off, Linda, they're much too hot to 
wear in this weather."

Jenny had already removed her top and pants, intending 
to show off an evening gown, and Linda laughed as the 
naked girl began to pull the tights down over her 
bottom. What a glorious creature she is, thought Linda 
as she watched the long brown body bending down to 
remove the tights.

"You'll have to take everything off to get into some of 
these things," Jenny said laughingly. "Your breasts are 
smaller than mine but I think your bottom's a little 
larger."

"They are not smaller, and it isn't bigger," Linda 
stated, feeling a little put out as she removed her 
petticoat and unhooked her bra.

"It's probably because you're shorter that the 
proportions seem to be different." Jenny held her by the 
shoulders and moved close to her. "Look, my nipples are 
an inch higher than yours," she said, pushing her 
breasts gently against Linda's, sending a thrill of 
excitement through the young girl whose hashish-affected 
mind was giving her a strange desire to make more 
physical contact with Jenny. 

There was a sweet pungent taste in her mouth and a 
slight dizziness she associated with the extraordinary, 
overpowering feeling of sensuousness she was 
experiencing. She was beginning to lose her sense of 
where she was, and felt that outside the room there was 
nothing, that the room itself was the extent of the 
whole world she seemed totally and pleasantly 
disorientated. But she couldn't stop a wonderful feeling 
of release and happiness that brought with it a sudden 
decision that she was entitled to be permissive. She 
felt her face coloring and was conscious of her heaving 
breasts.

"Jenny, people who talk about the permissive age should 
meet my parents!" she said, apropos of nothing, it 
seemed to Jenny.

"What brought that idea into your pretty little head?" 
asked Jenny, amused that the hashish was apparently 
working. She felt as horny as a cat in heat as she stood 
back to admire Linda's firm young breasts.

Linda laughed out loud. "I don't know. It must be 
because I think my parents are disgusting. And so is 
your cousin Hugh."

"All men are, darling girl. They are cruel rapist 
beasts," Jenny said. "You know what they want to do to 
bodies like ours?" she asked, facing the mirror with her 
arm around Linda. "They want to ram their weapons into 
us. That's what they want to do."

"Now look at my bottom in the mirror," exclaimed Linda. 
"It's no wider than yours."

Standing side by side in front of the mirror, Jenny 
placed her hand around Linda's hip so that her leg was 
pressed hard against the blonde's.

"Mmmm, it's slightly bigger at the back, I think. Now 
let's try bellies. Place your belly against mine."

As Linda turned again to face Jenny, she trembled as she 
involuntarily tucked in her buttocks so that her pussy 
as well as her belly pushed against the other girl. She 
was quite aware of what she was doing but nothing on 
earth could have stopped her: uncontrollably she wanted 
to press her body flat against Jenny's body, her soft 
breasts hard against Jenny's breasts, to rub their 
nipples together. We're just playing, she said to 
herself. We're playing games with our bodies, she 
giggled to herself as Jenny pressed her breasts against 
her, then her belly and with an upward movement brought 
her pussy hard against the soft young mound that so 
eagerly sought hers.

And then Jenny kissed her, lips open against the young 
girl's laughing mouth.

Linda's eyes flew wide open as she felt Jenny's mouth on 
her quivering lips. Jenny saw the surprised reaction. 
She also saw that Linda's expression was slightly dazed. 
The hash cookies were certainly working but she mustn't 
rush and shock her out of the state of high sensuality 
the girl was obviously feeling. She pulled away from her 
saying, "I couldn't resist that, my darling. you have 
such kissable lips." Linda pulled away from her.

Linda's reaction was one of part relief and part regret. 
She felt drunk with the demands of her body to 
experience again the smooth closeness of Jenny's 
glorious limbs and breasts. When their pussies met she 
had experienced a thrill she had never known before: it 
was something like the satisfaction she got from 
caressing her own naked body, feeling her own breasts 
and nipples, touching the lips of her vagina. She was 
moist there now, she knew, and she wanted to play with 
herself. No. She wanted Jenny to play with her there. 
Jenny was idly running her fingers down the nubile 
blonde's back, tickling into the cleft of her firm ass-
cheeks. Linda moved forward, her eyes dazedly staring at 
Jenny's lips.

"Kiss me again. You have kissable lips too, Jenny." She 
couldn't believe that she'd said it, yet offered no 
resistance when Jenny pulled her down onto the bed and 
kissed her full on the mouth.

She felt Jenny's tongue moving feverishly inside her 
mouth and she responded with her own, licking at it and 
opening her mouth wide in a surrender to Jenny's 
experienced lips and tongue.

The fire in the innocent young girl's body blazed at the 
unexpected move to the bed, a fire of unbelievable 
excitement at the erotic knowledge that she was naked 
and alone with a beautiful naked girl who was making 
love to her. Perhaps she had at some time imagined this 
situation, or heard whispered references to it among her 
girl friends but even so she was surprised in her hash-
befuddled mind that she could accept it so easily and 
naturally. The word "lesbian" didn't enter her head.

Unwittingly, she was soothed by the drug that destroyed 
inhibition. Also, she was reacting against her idea of 
the male sex, against Hugh's rough behavior, the shock 
of seeing her father lewdly shoving his cock into her 
mother's mouth, the obscenity of Tom cumming onto her 
face. Here with Jenny she felt safe, there was no great 
weapon to fear, no brute strength to fight, simply a 
beautiful naked girl lying beside her, kissing and 
caressing her body. 

She believed the mild feeling of faintness, of floating 
in the clouds was the effect of her growing desire for 
the closeness, the loveliness of this girl with the 
statuesque neck and shoulders, whose breasts were now 
softly moving across her own, and who was moving on top 
of her and insinuating a leg between hers. Totally 
relaxed, Linda opened her legs, feeling the pressure of 
Jenny's pussy against her thigh and her own pussy 
pressed against Jenny. 

Involuntarily she placed a hand on Jenny's ass-cheeks 
and the older girl thus encouraged, began to rub her leg 
against the pubic mound that Linda pushed up. Erotic 
excitement lubricated their vaginal lips until they were 
both sopping wet up between their legs.

Their bodies sweated so much together in the hot bedroom 
Linda felt Jenny sliding over her body like a fish. The 
skin of their breasts and bellies was beaded with 
moisture, increasing in both girls their feeling of 
wanton abandon. Jenny felt terribly thirsty from the 
effect of the hashish she had smoked and eaten. She 
eased herself from Linda's embrace.

"I must have a drink. Would you like a Coke, darling?" 
she asked.

"If it is Coke," Linda replied, leaning out of the bed 
to stroke Jenny's tempting ass-cheeks.

"I'll be back in a second. Just lie there with your hand 
on your pussy. You look like a blonde "Naked Maja". Just 
like your photo."

Linda sat up with a stifled scream, reality breaking 
into her mind through her state of relaxed abandonment.

"Oh, the photo! I must have it. Please, Jenny, can you 
get it for me?" she begged.

Jenny quickly realized that she might lose this gorgeous 
girl if she didn't handle her carefully. What a fool I 
am to mention that fucking snapshot, she thought as she 
quickly sat down on the bed and pushed Linda gently 
back, one hand playing with the young girl's firm ripe 
breasts, and kissed her softly on the nipples. But Linda 
was obsessed with the photo and was not to be easily 
diverted, although she writhed slightly on the bed, 
reacting to the breast kisses, and begged Jenny to help 
her. 

The elder girl leaned across and kissed her briefly on 
the mouth to quiet her and promised she would definitely 
get the photo from Hugh. Linda had half-expected the 
photo to be in the apartment and almost wept at the 
hideous thought of Hugh showing it around the Surf Club. 

She clung to Jenny, saying how she feared men, what 
brutes they were; how obscene her parents were and how 
she loved Tom but wanted to stay with Jenny. The sun-
tanned lesbian saw that there was no need to worry about 
the confused girl coming out of the effects of the drug; 
Linda was well under the spell of the self-induced drug 
of lust. She's lusting for me, Jenny thought, and she 
smilingly went to the kitchen to mix a couple of Aussie 
Cokes.

"We're going to celebrate, Linda my pet," Jenny 
announced when she returned to the belt with two glasses 
full of spiky Coke. "I've added a drop of Vodka. I hope 
you don't mind, but this is something to celebrate. It's 
the first time I've ever wanted a girl," she lied. "I'm 
afraid you're irresistible."

Linda tried to think clearly but she was in a state of 
sexual euphoria. Time didn't mean a thing to her: she 
didn't think of when she should be returning home. Time 
had stopped. Her longing for more caresses from this 
lovely naked girl standing by the bed staring at her 
consumed her body, the longing increasing as Jenny stood 
there sipping her drink and shamelessly gazing down at 
the lust-inflamed young girl with admiration and desire.

"Cheers darling. Or should I say 'bottoms up'? Anyway 
drink up, we're celebrating our first game between 
girls," Jenny said, licking her lips as she lewdly 
stared at the tender little cunt lightly covered with 
blonde pubescent hair.

"Do other girls do this?" Linda innocently asked.

"I think all girls do. It doesn't mean anything. It's 
just fun and games. We're free from beastly men and 
nobody is any the wiser."

Linda was beginning to feel part of the sexual 
revolution; like all liberated women, she decided, she 
had the right to experiment sexually, the right of the 
emancipated teenager, the right for which so many women 
authors had fought. With false confidence, helped by the 
hashish, she felt she had overcome her guilt feelings 
about fingering herself. She had lost her virginity, she 
was free to do as she pleased. After all I am fifteen, 
she thought rebelliously. She was mentally preparing 
herself for the coming act, the thought of which was 
inducing in her the most wonderful feeling she had ever 
experienced.

Hot and thirsty, Linda drained her glass and lay back on 
the bed. Jenny sat down beside her, dripping Coke with 
her finger onto one of Linda's nipples and then licking 
it, bringing that nipple, then the other, into hard pink 
points. Linda responded by cupping Jenny's tanned mounds 
with both hands and leaned up to kiss her passionately. 
It's only fun and games, she thought, just wonderful fun 
and games.

Jenny placed their empty glasses on the floor and began 
kissing Linda's body, moving from her neck where she 
greedily sucked blood marks in the smooth flesh, then 
down over both breasts to her navel which she licked 
with her feverishly working tongue and down slowly to 
the young blonde's palpitating stomach and the 
indentation between her leg and crotch. She felt Linda 
stretch and begin to writhe. It's safe to go a bit 
further than she expects the fun and games to go, she 
thought to herself. 

As she placed her hand on the delicate, almost hairless 
lips of Linda's pussy she felt the girl stiffen but held 
her fingers still until she felt the drugged young girl 
relax and gradually start to writhe again under the 
pressure of her fingers. Jenny parted the recently 
deflowered pink cuntal lips, feeling the almond-shaped 
clitoris hardening and bent her head down to look at its 
miniature erection before stretching out flat on the bed 
and wantonly burying her face between the blonde's 
heaving thighs. She began to lick ravenously, knowing 
now that she had the girl completely under her control. 
She could do anything with her.

The more she licked the more Linda responded, opening 
her legs wide as if to receive a cock. Jenny moved up to 
squat between the lithe long legs, and placed her face 
between the softly rounded thighs, gently pushing them 
even farther apart to kiss with her lips the wet lips of 
Linda's cunt, then sticking her tongue suddenly into the 
vaginal depths, pushing it as far as it would go and 
licking the hot secretions of the cuntal passage as she 
withdrew to repeat the motion again ... and again. She 
felt quite drunk with the sweet perfume of the young 
girl's tight, almost virginal cunt. If only I had got 
her before Hugh! I could have broken her with my finger! 
the lewdly inflamed Jenny thought.

Moving forward, she licked Linda's body all the way back 
up to her neck, ears and finally her mouth. Linda, 
tasting her own cuntal juices for the first time, 
responded with uninhibited moans and kissed Jenny back 
in a long passionate embrace that seemed to last for 
hours. Their thighs were now pressing into each other's 
pussies, moving sufficiently to satisfy the demand of 
the clitoris for stimulation. They held each other, 
moved and changed positions, using fingers on each 
other's wildly excited cunts feverishly until they were 
both close to climax.

"Jenny, Jenny, I think I'm going to explode!" Linda 
gasped as the experienced older girl worked skillfully, 
compressing the vaginal lips and then opening them again 
with a finger in between, at times moving her finger 
lower and pushing inside the hot cunt flowing with 
creamy moisture.

"We'll cum together. Lick me and I'll lick you," 
whispered Jenny hoarsely, turning around quickly before 
Linda could protest. She lay on top of her so that both 
their heads, one with short black hair, the other with 
long blonde hair falling over her face and shoulders, 
could bend forward to plunge into each other's pulsating 
cunts.

While Jenny went down on her, Linda inserted her tongue 
into Jenny's cuntal slit, suddenly aware of its heady 
odor that would forever be associated in her mind with 
the intoxicating, special lust she was experiencing for 
the first time. Lust for breasts, the kissing of 
nipples, the easy knowing access to her cunt, the 
strange excitement of making love to another beautiful 
girl.

Linda's hard breasts were pressed into Jenny's yielding 
belly while she could feel Jenny's firm breasts against 
her own belly, providing sensuous feelings which were, 
however, secondary to the mind-blowing sensations of her 
hot, excited cunt. They licked in unison, instinctively 
satisfying each other, tonguing where each wanted to be 
tongued, sucking and kissing in the same manner and with 
the same intensity, the same urgency and the same 
complete abandon.

Jenny was experienced, yet the fifteen year old girl was 
showing she knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

She's a natural, Jenny thought with delight.

Linda knew the wants of her own body, and as she felt 
her clitoris being licked, she licked back at the 
clitoris between her lips, sometimes nibbling it gently 
between her teeth. It was something like doing it to 
herself. She had once wished, lying lonely and 
frustrated in her virginal bed that she could lick her 
own cunt. This was better, a whole world better. She was 
going to cum, and she could feel Jenny going into the 
first spasms of orgasm, too. Yes, oh God yes, we're 
cumming together! She felt her insides tremble. Jenny 
was moaning ecstasy and now Linda too was moaning. Both 
girls began to suck mindlessly at each other's wildly 
throbbing clitoris as their orgasms coincided, the hot 
milky secretions flooding out to be greedily swallowed, 
their faces buried frantically in each other's cunt.

For a long while they lay there, limp and satiated. 
Linda felt as though her mind had exploded like a 
firecracker, and now she felt dazed, incapable of 
thinking rationally of what had happened to her. She 
knew she was debauched but she just didn't have the 
strength of mind left to care. 

They both lay on their backs now, one of the dark girl's 
legs trailing carelessly over the side of the bed, the 
other leg flung in total abandon across Linda's proudly 
upthrust young breasts, while Linda lay in almost the 
same position with her legs partly drawn up and spread 
apart. Both dreamily gazed at the other's pussy, smiling 
with the satisfaction of orgasm and the intense intimacy 
of what had happened between them. 

The effect of vodka and hashish on both of them left 
them somewhat dazed, heedless of the darkening room as 
the sun set, listening to the distant murmur of surf and 
the dull sound of traffic in the street below. The sound 
did not bring the outside world into the room as Linda 
placed one hand over her pussy, her other hand over 
Jenny's. However, much as Jenny wanted more, she knew 
that Hugh would be back soon. There were more fun and 
games to come!

"I feel starved, don't you?" she asked.

"Don't really care," mumbled Linda, stroking Jenny's 
cunt.

"I'll bring us a cookie and another drink. I think you 
like Aussie Cokes now, don't you, my lovely little 
nymphet?"

"Yes, I think I do," Linda said vaguely, sitting up with 
Jenny to kiss her before she left the bedroom.

Before returning, Linda put on a Hodges and Ellington 
record and when they had eaten the cookies they carried 
their glasses into the living room where they danced 
cheek to cheek, breast to breast and cunt to cunt. Their 
movement quickly brought Linda to a sexual response; she 
felt her clitoris aroused and asked Jenny to play with 
her. "With my cunt," she said, all objections to coarse 
words forgotten.

"Stay the night with me," Jenny suggested, feeling down 
to rub her finger into the slit and over the little 
raised almond.

"Yes, yes, I will. But what about my parents?" Linda 
exclaimed, trying to solve a problem that was only 
partly nagging at the back of her hazy mind.

"I'll phone them and ask them," Jenny suggested, 
arousing Linda further with her finger and a long kiss.

"I think dad would rush straight here and take me away. 
You don't know how they protect me. It's awful," she 
giggled.

Jenny had thought of this problem in case she did manage 
to seduce the girl. Hugh had a plan; so did she.

"Do you really want to sleep with me tonight?" she 
asked, holding her tight around the waist, fondling her 
buttocks and keeping her finger rubbing up and down her 
pubic groove. "Do you really want to, darling?"

"Yes, I want to fuck you all night," Linda replied then 
laughed to herself at the thought of telling a girl she 
wanted to fuck her. I must be drunk, she thought, and 
began to laugh aloud. "I'm drunk Jenny, my lovely girl-
fuck. I'm drunk."

"Then you can't go home. I'll phone your mother and fix 
it. Now you go and cool off under a shower. We both need 
one," she said pushing the blonde towards the bathroom.

"I want to dance with you."

"We'll dance later. Go and shower." With that Jenny shut 
her in the shower stall and went to the phone, leaving 
the drunkenly laughing girl playing under the fine, 
cooling spray.

When Susannah Spender answered the phone, Arnold was out 
shopping. They were worrying again about Linda not being 
home when they returned and Susannah was sure the call 
was from Linda. Instead, it was the girl Jenny that 
Linda had mentioned. She couldn't hear properly ... the 
girl seemed to be slurring her words. Long distance? She 
said it was a long distance call from Brisbane, could 
she hear her? Yes, she said, but could she speak louder?

What she heard made her heart pound with anxiety. Linda 
in Brisbane, six-hundred miles away, with Jenny? Surely 
there must be some mistake? Oh no, there was no mistake. 
Being asked to fly there at a moment's notice for a 
modeling job, Linda had gone with her to see some of the 
country. They would be back in a few days' time and 
Linda could tell her parents all about it. Susannah 
demanded to speak to Linda. "In a moment," said Jenny. 

First of all she wanted to tell her how upset Linda was 
at seeing her mother suck off her father's cock. "What 
did you say?" screamed Susannah. Jenny repeated the 
devastating information and went on to say how Linda had 
confided in her and how she wanted to get away from her 
parents for a few days. Jenny also said, into the 
shocked silence at the other end, that she would be with 
Mrs. Spender's daughter all the time that no harm would 
come to her, but if Mrs. Spender didn't wish to bring 
her daughter to a nervous breakdown she should allow her 
to stay away.

"We're staying with Hugh's father," she explained, "a 
very respectable judge." They would visit various parts 
of Queensland "and don't worry," she told Mrs. Spender, 
"we'll return to Sydney safe and sound."

"I insist on speaking to Linda," her mother demanded. 
"Otherwise I might be forced to phone the police."

"Very well," Jenny said. "I'll fetch her. She's talking 
to the judge at the moment. I don't think you should 
talk to any policemen, Mrs. Spender. The police might 
wonder why the sight of her mother sucking her father's 
cock drove your daughter away."

Susannah had to sit down, trembling with fear for her 
daughter and from the effects of dreadful shame. So 
Linda did not sneak up to bed that night ... she must 
have looked in first. Oh my God, she thought, the poor 
little Princess!

Jenny called Linda who came dripping to the phone. 
Holding her hand over the mouthpiece, Jenny whispered to 
Linda: "It's OK. You can stay the night. When you speak 
to your mother, just ask can you stay. Just that. Can 
you stay."

Excitedly, Linda took the receiver and said, "Hello Mom! 
Is it all right to stay?"

Susannah had recovered her senses enough to control her 
voice. She had decided quickly that she must carry this 
thing through by herself and not bring Arnold into it. 
It was all too shameful.

"Hello, Princess, are you all right?" she asked, trying 
to keep the anxiety of her voice.

"Sure, Mom," Linda replied laughing. "I'm having a 
wonderful time. I adore being here."

"It must be hotter there than here," her mother said, 
thinking of the higher temperatures hundreds of miles to 
the north.

"Yes, it's beautifully hot," replied Linda, feeling 
Jenny's hand pressing into her pussy. "Thanks for 
letting me stay. I'll only be here for ..." she managed 
to say before Jenny "accidentally" pushed the receiver 
button and the line went dead, leaving the sentence in 
the air.

"Oh damn," Jenny said. "I'm sorry, I cut you off."

"I'll phone again," Linda said cheerily, swaying on her 
feet.

She certainly can't hold her liquor, thought Jenny.

"Don't test your luck, honey," Jenny murmured as she 
kissed the delicate pink lobe of the blonde's ear and 
rubbed her nipples expertly across the erect pair in 
front of her. "Your father might change your mother's 
mind."

"Never," the young American replied, sighing at the 
sensuous passes the older girl was making. "Daddy always 
does as he's told. At home, Mom wears the pants."

"How quaintly American," Linda said. "In this home, 
girls go without pants."

She went to the hi-fi and repeated the record just 
played, and the two girls danced, holding tight to each 
other's body, legs thrust hard against pubic mounds, 
mouths locked in a long blissful kiss. Linda forgot 
about calling her mother.

It was going to be difficult for Susannah Spender to 
explain Linda's foolish escapade to Arnold. But what 
could she do? She would have to say that Linda called 
and asked her permission, that she was now on her way to 
the airport, and that she knew exactly where their 
daughter would be staying in Brisbane. The fact that 
Linda had talked to a stranger about the shameful 
episode hurt Susannah deeply, but then, she reasoned to 
herself, Linda was adolescent and she supposed it was a 
normal reaction to be shocked at what she saw. She would 
really have to talk to her psychiatrist about it when 
she got home. It was probably time Linda saw a 
psychiatrist, too.

She mixed herself a martini to fortify herself for when 
Arnold returned to find his Princess gone away with a 
model to stay with a judge in Brisbane. She drank the 
martini and mixed another. She still trembled more from 
the shock of Jenny's disclosure than the fact that Jenny 
had virtually run away from them, but consoled herself 
with the thought that at least their darling Princess 
was staying with a good family.

At the same moment, a few hundred yards away Linda was 
sipping another Aussie Coke, thinking warm and loving 
thoughts about her mother. "Mom's great," she said 
enthusiastically to Jenny. "I'll take her some flowers 
in the morning. From Jenny and Linda," she giggled, 
spilling Coke between their breasts and over the four 
nipples.

"Want to lick some Coke?" she asked Jenny. And Jenny 
did, as Linda did, the licking continuing until their 
mouths were back together locked in a passionate, 
sucking and tonguing French kiss. They were dancing, 
cunt rubbing, and kissing when they heard Hugh's key 
turning in the lock of the front door.

 * * *

Hugh and Billy staggered up the stairs of Jenny's 
apartment building, under the weight of several dozen 
cans of Foster's beer. Tonight they were going to 
celebrate American-Australian friendship.

"An intimate party," Hugh had explained to his friends 
at the Surf Club. "Just us four: You Billy, me, Jenny 
and the Yank Princess." Having been given the brush-off 
more times than he could remember, Jim Yates was 
doubtful if they could arrange a gang-bang without 
someone screaming for the "demons"  as he called the 
local police. He had already faced a judge on an 
attempted rape case and had been lucky to have been let 
off with a warning. Hugh assured them all that if Linda 
was still at the apartment when he got home it meant 
that Jenny had managed to square off Linda's parents and 
had kept her there with the threat of the photo ... and 
a little hashish.

Hugh's evil plan had them all lusting after the luscious 
young girl in the photo which they had passed around, 
staring lewdly at the unconscious blonde lying back 
stark naked on the couch with her hand on her pussy 
between her wide-apart legs. They all laughed as they 
watched Jim's pants begin to bulge so quickly he had to 
go to the washroom to throw some cold water on his 
monstrous erection. Following Hugh's plan they stayed 
down at the club all evening to give Jenny a chance to 
make the arrangements, and by now several pints of beer 
had aroused their lust to boiling point. When Hugh 
insisted that only he and Billy should go up to the 
apartment first, Jim and Tiger had become a little 
aggressive, demanding to accompany them.

"You'd only frighten her," Hugh said, and threatened to 
call it all off if Sludge-Pump didn't stay at the club 
for another hour. "In any case," he added, "you'd 
frighten hell out of Jenny, too, with that bloody great 
weapon splitting your jeans. We've gotta handle Jenny 
very carefully otherwise she might lock us all out." He 
knew that she found the hairy bull-necked life-saver 
repulsive.

Tiger and Billy had plans of their own for Jenny, and 
they had bought a couple of bottles of vodka to give to 
the girl they thought should be educated to prefer men 
to girls, at least to get some bisexual practice.

At the apartment Jenny and Linda were dancing naked 
together to music from a record player when Hugh opened 
the door and staggered in with Billy, both of them 
roaring with laughter and roaring drunk. Linda clung to 
Jenny, suddenly afraid, squeezing their breasts so close 
together Jenny gasped.

"Well, get a load of this, Billy," cried Hugh, his eyes 
popping. "Looks like ladies' night at the nudist colony. 
Didn't know you were a dyke, Jenny!" He patted her small 
tight buttocks and tried to ease his hand below the 
crevice but she flung his arm away. She was annoyed that 
he wasn't alone. Not that she didn't like Billy but she 
had been hoping that the evening would develop into a 
cozy little threesome.

"Lez be friends," slurred Billy, lurching forward only 
to be pushed forcefully back onto the couch by the two 
girls.

When Hugh returned from the kitchen he had already taken 
off his shirt and was in the process of dropping his 
shorts. The girls were first aware of his presence when 
they felt his stiff cock pushing between their close-
together thighs, Jenny reacting by putting her hand down 
around his ass-cheeks and pulling him between them, 
meanwhile holding Linda's mouth against hers, their 
tongues meeting and sliding over one another. "Sit this 
one out, Billy," ordered Hugh. "You can have a tango 
later." They both laughed drunkenly and Billy flopped 
into a chair to watch, at the same time dropping his 
shorts to release his own erect member.

Linda was only half-conscious from the effect of the 
hashish which seemed to be entering her bloodstream more 
quickly now, and she felt herself lubricating juicily as 
Jenny kissed her passionately, and she rubbed her thigh 
between the older girl's legs. When Hugh pushed his cock 
between them she wanted to yell but couldn't, because 
she was again being excited by the tender and knowing 
way Jenny was kissing her. She didn't want the kissing 
to stop. 

Who would hear her if she yelled? Anyway she had 
completely lost control of herself in this new and 
wonderful experience of having Jenny's beautiful body 
swaying against hers. In a way she felt that it was as 
though she were making love to herself, or as if Jenny 
was somehow flattering her, adoring her, paying her a 
great compliment when she kissed her so excitingly and 
aroused such exquisite feelings in her cunt. She never 
wanted the moment to pass.

"Please, Jenny," she gasped, pushing hard to keep Hugh's 
intruding cock from coming between them. "Let's go to 
the bedroom ..."

"OK by me," chortled Hugh, grabbing them both by the 
waist and slowly propelling them towards the bedroom. 
Jenny kicked the door shut.

"Hugh's in this one too, my pet," Jenny whispered in 
Linda's ear, sliding her tongue into her ear then down 
her neck and back around to her mouth. The combination 
of her hot breath and wet tongue in Linda's ear had an 
electric effect on the inexperienced young girl. Jenny 
couldn't believe this panting, hungering creature was 
the same one as the prim little miss of a few hours 
before. She had never been so aroused by any girl, and 
this one responded to her more than any of the others 
had. 

She eased the tautness of her ass-cheek muscles as she 
felt Hugh's fingers searching behind her, letting him 
feel around and into her cunt. With his other hand Hugh 
was feeling below the soft, milky cheeks of Linda's 
buttocks and she too relaxed to let him explore lower, 
thinking it was Jenny's fingers. They stood like this 
for awhile, slightly swaying to the rhythm of the music 
and Hugh keeping time with his member rubbing between 
their thighs, pushing forward until the swollen head of 
his cock was crushed against the two pubic mounds. When 
he heard the door opening he told Billy to fuck-off and 
pour some beers and vodkas, to leave them alone for a 
few minutes.

Linda was ready to cum when suddenly Hugh separated the 
two girls, pushing Jenny down to the bed on her back. 
She looked at him with a quizzical expression as he 
forced Linda to kneel with her moist cunt placed over 
Jenny's upturned face.

"You lick her cunt while I fuck it from behind," he 
said, winking at her. "I'm sure you know where it is."

There was no reply from Jenny as she put her arms around 
Linda's waist and eagerly buried her face into the soft 
pink lips of her pussy with its small fringe of curly 
blonde cuntal hairs.

Half-realizing what was happening, Linda tried to lift 
herself up but Jenny's arms gripped her tightly around 
the waist and suddenly she felt Hugh's weight across her 
back, pinning her completely. As a renewed surge of 
sensuality spread through her, tightening her insides, 
she pressed her pelvis forward to receive Jenny's 
lascivious tongue-lapping at her clitoris.

"Ooooooooh," she moaned, momentarily forgetting that 
Hugh's fleshy rod was being readied behind her. And then 
she felt Jenny's arms move from around her waist and her 
hands pulling her ass-cheeks apart. She's helping Hugh! 
God, Linda suddenly thought in a panic, they've planned 
this between them. His own cousin had helped get her 
into this disgusting situation! She started to scream in 
protest, the shock of her realization partly clearing 
away the effects of the drugged cookies. Humiliated by 
her helplessness, she tried to struggle out of their 
grip but it was hopeless.

Hugh clamped a hand across her mouth. "Shut up you 
little lesbian bitch. Or would you like to see a photo 
of this position, too?" he growled at her, feeling with 
the head of his cock for the tight, warm opening of her 
cunt. "Give us a hand, Jenny," he said, "guide the 
monster into the little bitch."

"With pleasure, Hugh," Jenny laughed, holding his hot 
throbbing cock with one hand and guiding it to where she 
parted the slippery lips of Linda's vagina with her 
other hand.

"Start pushing," Jenny called, rubbing his probing rod 
with the juices exuding from Linda's moist cunt. As Hugh 
started to slide his cock into the opening she licked at 
its head, licking right along the slit and across 
Linda's hard little erect clitoris. Hugh took his hand 
away from Linda's mouth and caressed her breasts while 
his other hand pressed into the bed to ease some of his 
weight from her body. He didn't want to squash Jenny's 
head. 

What a fantastic licker you are, my cousin, he thought. 
You've tamed us both! For Linda's moaning had subsided, 
her face was buried into the pillow and she was already 
moving her buttocks back toward Hugh's entering cock 
without him having to pull her back. He was now partly 
in and could feel Jenny licking right along beneath his 
rod, sending quivers that he could feel spreading from 
his anus right through his body.

Linda's cunt was wet with want and Jenny's was puffed 
and streaming with a clitoral excitement that she 
attended to with her own fingers while at the same time 
she flicked away with her tongue at the long, slippery 
cock and the juicily soft cunt. Linda turned her head 
sideways on the pillow, closed her eyes and gave herself 
up to the complete pleasure of feeling Jenny's beautiful 
mouth and tongue working away at her while her vagina 
openly welcomed the intrusion being made from behind 
her.

It was too much for the inexperienced fifteen year old: 
Hugh was starting to slide right into her when she came, 
shuddering up to his cock and down to Jenny's tongue, 
afraid at the same time as she was cumming that she 
might hurt Jenny's wonderful mouth. Her eyes glazed with 
erotic pleasure, her body shook and she thought her cunt 
was afire. As the explosion within her body subsided she 
wanted more, more of that same feeling

"Fuck me harder Hugh... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me," 
she begged.

"What about me, you selfish bastards?" said a voice from 
the doorway. Billy stood there, his eyes popping at the 
scene of debauched bodies, his large member in one hand, 
a can of beer in the other. Hugh was climbing further up 
the large double bed to squat with his cock against 
Linda's face. "Suck this," he said to Linda, grabbing 
two handfuls of her hair.

"Go on, give him a little suck," Jenny urged, at the 
same time reaching for Billy's pulsating rod, pulling 
him down to the bed. Aroused and unsatisfied, she saw 
that Hugh was about to neglect her while he forced his 
cock into Linda's mouth and she desperately needed 
something to satisfy the agony of want she felt raging 
between her thighs.

Linda felt Jenny's tongue go back into her cunt, that 
glorious tongue knowingly, tenderly licking again at her 
clitoris that now had an insatiable, pulsating itch. 
Into her befuddled brain came the memory of Tom shooting 
his sperm into her face, her mother swallowing as her 
father moaned in orgasm. She tried pitifully to turn her 
head away only to be pulled painfully back by the hair 
so that her lips were against the head of his cock she 
had wanted in her cunt.

Not my mouth, oh not my mouth, her sane mind rebelled 
and her stomach tightened as she tasted the dribbles of 
lubrication running from its head, and she thought he 
was cumming. She struggled again but Hugh pushed back 
her head and clamped his mouth on hers, parting her 
lips. She gave in to his kiss, opening her mouth, 
inspired by Jenny's tongue going up in sharp darts 
inside her vagina. 

Hugh felt Linda's mouth slacken, quickly lifted his face 
away from hers and pushed her open full lips down over 
the head of his cock, still wet from the juice of her 
cunt. She tried to break away again and was held as Hugh 
rammed his huge member so hard into her mouth that she 
thought she'd choke. She was being too firmly held now, 
Jenny's arms around her waist and Hugh's hands behind 
her head.

The older girl, lewdly excited by the struggling young 
blonde, gasped to Billy, "Quick shove your cock into my 
cunt. I want you to fuck me for all you're worth." Billy 
didn't need a second invitation and guiding his wildly 
jerking shaft into her lust-inflamed vaginal depths he 
thought: Christ I thought she was a lesbian but she 
really wants a man to fuck her .. and fuck her I will.

Meanwhile Hugh was grinding his pelvis hard into Linda's 
face. "Suck you bitch or I'll jam it down your throat. 
Suck!" Linda wondered how Hugh could be so terrible to 
her. He knows doesn't he that this is a sexual as t that 
gives me nightmares? It revolts me! Only whores do it. 
And he called me a lesbian! she dimly recalled, groaning 
to herself as hot flushes of shame colored her cheeks. 

She could hear the wet sucking sound as Billy fucked 
away at Jenny, the sound forming a rhythm with the 
licking of Jenny's tongue up the groove of her 
squelchily wet cunt. Her mouth began to work 
automatically at sucking Hugh's cock that curved almost 
too high into her mouth. She leaned forward so as to 
suck more comfortably, experimenting with it along one 
cheek and bringing her tongue into play.

"You're learning fast, baby. You're a natural," Hugh 
said, looking down at Billy fucking into his cousin's 
cunt like a madman and Jenny's breasts pressed down by 
the weight of Linda's bent thighs. "Suck harder, Yankee 
bitch, I want to feel you really sucking." Linda 
responded by placing an arm around Hugh's buttocks to 
control her rhythm and felt his lust-inflated balls 
slapping against her chin. 

She began to suck and tongue wildly at the rod filling 
her mouth now wet with a mixture of saliva and what she 
innocently imagined to be his cum. She vaguely thought 
of the Polaroid camera but gratefully remembered she'd 
left it behind. The thought that at least they couldn't 
increase their blackmail relaxed her further, and she 
grabbed at Hugh's back, digging her nails into his flesh 
as she pulled her face back sufficiently to expose his 
thickly engorged member and then greedily pulled it back 
into her mouth, abandoning herself to it, her tongue 
flickering with a life of its own, as she felt Jenny's 
marvelous action inside her vagina, while Billy 
increased the tempo of his strokes into the older girl's 
quivering cunt.

I'm going to explode! Linda thought as Jenny clamped her 
mouth against her clitoris and sucked her in a 
tempestuous cuntal kiss. Billy's jack-hammering rod was 
exciting Jenny more than she had ever thought possible. 
Linda could feel Hugh's blood-swollen member beginning 
to throb; she sucked harder at him, her mind blank 
except for her desperate attempt to imagine Jenny in 
that position, that sucking kiss against her clitoris: 
It was from there that the electric shudders emanated 
and spread throughout every fiber of her body. She 
wanted Jenny to poke deeper into her vagina what she 
really wanted was a lovely big cock to fill her cunt, to 
satisfy that insatiable burning lust that was tormenting 
her.

But Hugh was ramming his swollen shaft down her throat: 
"Christ I'm cuummmming!" he groaned. Linda wanted to say 
it, too, to gasp out in the excruciating pleasure of her 
own orgasm as she felt his hot load of sperm jetting 
into her mouth. "Swallow it down," she dimly heard him 
say, and she swallowed and sucked for all she was worth 
until she felt his taut body slump. She could see 
Billy's face contort erotically as he came, too, 
convulsively pumping his sperm into Jenny's belly.

"Aaaaggghhhh, that's wonderful Billy, oh fuck me, fuck 
me, fuck me," Jenny cried mindlessly between Linda's 
legs. Billy rolled off her and Hugh, his cock still 
rock-hard, pulled out of Linda's mouth and climbed on 
top of his cousin. They kissed frantically, with the 
taste of Linda's cuntal juice around Jenny's mouth, as 
Hugh easily slipped his hard cock into her. 

From the head of the bed Linda stared down with a twinge 
of jealousy, seeing Jenny throw her elegant long legs 
around Hugh, fucking back at him as he ground away deep 
inside her vaginal depths with a long pent-up desire. 
Jenny looked down along Hugh's body, watching his 
flexing buttocks rhythmically rising and falling like a 
piston. This was something she had often imagined 
herself doing looking over his shoulders to watch the 
contraction and relaxation movements of his ass-cheeks. 
The very sight of his body fucking her aroused her to 
new heights.

"Aaaahhhhhh! That's it! That's wonderful, my darling 
Hugh," Jenny cried as she jerked herself up in a frenzy 
of orgasm, their sweating naked bodies held tightly 
together. Linda, curled up above their heads, felt down 
to her swollen pussy and looked at Jenny's as Hugh 
slowly withdrew from it with a lewd sucking sound. She 
wanted Hugh to fuck her too but her humiliation at his 
hands made her stubbornly silent. Regretfully, she heard 
the boys get up and go out to the kitchen for Cokes.

"Would you like an Aussie Coke?" Hugh asked snidely. 
Jenny replied for both of them that they would. Linda 
certainly felt thirsty from the musky taste of cum. One 
more Aussie Coke won't hurt, she thought carelessly.


 
Chapter 8

Down at the Surf Club the beer flowed endlessly as 
dozens of husky young men overdid their efforts to 
satisfy the Big Australian Thirst, the national pastime 
that traditionally excluded women at least in the bars. 
Poker machines rattled and clinked, adding to the loud 
sounds of talk, and orders for pints, "schooners" and 
"middies" of frothing beer. Barmen carried huge platters 
of brimming glasses to tables or shoved them across 
beer-wet bars to drinkers clad mostly in shorts and 
shirts. In one corner a cluster of men were gloating 
over a color photo passed among them by Jim Yates and 
Tiger Kelly, both of whom were obviously drunk.

"Bloody little beauty, eh?" Tiger was leering. "My mates 
and I are thinking of hawking her fork to select members 
of the club."

"Succulent little bird," drooled one of the crowd.

"She was only broken in yesterday but she's mad for it." 
Tiger reached for the photo and jammed it in his pocket. 
"That's enough," he laughed drunkenly, "You'll wear it 
out staring at it."

"How do you know she's that good have you tried her 
yourself?" asked another.

"No, we haven't had a go yet," growled Jim. "She's 
Hugh's pick-up. But we'll let you all know tomorrow. 
Tonight's the night for us and tomorrow it'll be on for 
one and all."

Tiger was staring blearily at the clock. "Hey Sludgie," 
he mumbled. "Time we left. It's eleven o'clock."

Jim pulled him up close by his shirt. "Don't call me 
that, you hear?" he growled softly. None of the others 
noticed as they continued talking loudly of surf, sun 
and beer. If there was no chance of an orgy immediately 
they quickly lost interest although none of them would 
fail to keep in the back of his mind the fact that 
perhaps tomorrow or the next day there would be a 
beautiful young American blonde available. Something 
different, even if the body was no better, judging by 
the photo, than dozens of fantastic girls who thronged 
the beaches on weekends.

Tiger and Jim downed another large beer "for the road" 
and left the stifling room full of cigarette smoke and 
noise.

Arriving at Jenny's apartment, they announced themselves 
by pounding with their fists on the door and when it 
opened, fell in, both calling out drunkenly "Where is 
she?"

Jenny and Linda were in the bedroom, dressing up from 
the model's wide assortment of clothes. Hugh and Billy 
sat naked at a table littered with opened and unopened 
cans of beer. They had been discussing who should have 
which girl next or whether they could work out something 
so that they could somehow have them both at the same 
time. They were laughing about the possibilities and 
strange configurations when their noisy friends came 
thumping on the door.

"Take it easy fellers," Hugh said. "You'll frighten the 
fillies with that great stallion weapon of yours, 
Sludge-Pump."

As powerful and thick-set as he was, Jim Yates respected 
Hugh as leader and the best fighter of the group as long 
as he didn't call him "Sludge-Pump" in front of 
strangers. That made him see red.

The girls had partly opened the bedroom door but had 
quickly shut and locked it when they saw the drunks 
appear. They were both very much under the influence of 
the narcotic and vodkas although the older girl was more 
conscious and aware than Linda whose mind had slipped 
into a semi-conscious limbo. Nevertheless they were 
shaken at the sight of the drunken louts. Jenny knew and 
disliked them both, finding Jim Yates particularly 
repulsive while Linda's first reaction on meeting them 
on the beach had been one of complete rejection.

Jenny's apprehension was justified when after a few 
minutes of conversation and pouring drinks the boys in 
the living room started knocking on the bedroom door, 
asking to be let in.

"Oh, don't let them in," begged Linda, now trembling 
with fright. The changing of clothes and dressing up, 
the intimate touching and kissing while they occupied 
themselves with dresses had been fun. She felt 
apprehensive as the loud vulgar sounds of the four men 
penetrated into the bedroom.

"It's all right," Hugh called out. "Everybody's dressed. 
We're having a party and we've gotta have someone to 
dance with," he added, winking at the others. "Put on a 
record, Billy."

"Hugh," Jenny called back. "Get those bastards out of 
here. And take yourself and Billy with them."

"Oh, no you don't," Hugh yelled. "You can't order me and 
my mates about like that ..." He was about to change his 
tone, to cajole his cousin, when he was brushed aside as 
Tiger, Jim and Billy crashed forward, their shoulders 
hitting the frail door, bursting it open.

"Aha, the ladies are dressed for a party," said Billy, 
admiring the long maxi-dresses the girls were wearing. 
He grabbed Jenny around the waist. "My dance baby?" he 
asked.

Jenny saw that there was no use arguing now. They would 
wreck her flat if she and Linda didn't join in the 
party. The hard streak in the model was beginning to 
show: Linda would have to look after herself if the 
worst came to the worst. Anyway, her resistance was at a 
low ebb after the pot, the drinks and sex she had 
enjoyed. If only that creepy "Sludge-Pump" hadn't turned 
up, she moaned to herself. She let Billy and Hugh, still 
naked, take herself and Linda into the living room to 
dance awkwardly to the music.

As for Linda, she felt abandoned and lost. Jenny had 
become her security, her friend, her trusted friend. She 
had anticipated staying the night alone with Jenny. 
Somewhere in her thoughts Hugh was accepted but that was 
all. Everything now was drastically changed. Someone 
turned off all the lights except a shaded lamp in a 
corner. She felt Hugh's hand behind her back unzipping 
her dress and felt his naked fleshy cock pushing into 
her belly. 

Suddenly the dress was ripped from her body. Looking 
back she saw the awful person they called "Sludge-Pump" 
leeringly hold the torn dress in front of himself. 
Slowly, he lifted the dress like a curtain going up in a 
theatre, lifting until first his huge dangling testicle 
sac came into view, followed by what seemed to be an 
endless exposure of the biggest penis she had ever seen 
in her small experience. She couldn't believe that a man 
could have a cock of such dimensions. As the purple, 
red-flanged head of the monstrous weapon popped out from 
beneath the raised dress, she screamed.

"Oh, God! No!" she yelled, throwing her arms around 
Hugh, forgetting that his hard horn was now pressing 
between her legs. He lifted her up so that his cock was 
shoved right through between her legs, the head of it 
showing at the bottom of her ass-cheeks.

"Don't let him touch me," she begged, burying her head 
into Hugh's neck to block out the awesome sight. She 
looked up, seeking Jenny, and found her in the dim 
light, also looking aghast at the long, thick member Jim 
Yates was holding in his fist.

So that's why they call the moronic bastard "Sludge-
Pump", Jenny thought to herself. She wanted to laugh but 
the situation was too serious. She could tell that they 
were all too drunk to control themselves. Alone, she 
could handle Hugh or Billy or even that lout Tiger, but 
certainly not the ugly brute with his deformed member 
let alone the whole group. Nevertheless she pushed Billy 
away from his efforts to take her dress off and went up 
to Linda and Hugh.

"Keep that bastard away from us, Hugh, or by Christ I'll 
tell your police-sergeant father what you've been doing 
in Sydney," she threatened.

Hugh gave her the old twinkling smile. "Sure. No trouble 
at all. Do anything for you, my lovely fucktious cousin. 
But we're having a party, don't forget. And would you 
like me to tell my Dad about you and Linda? Or tell 
Linda's old man?" He knew he could threaten Jenny as 
much as she could threaten him. However, he knew what a 
determined, man-hating bitch his cousin could be, that 
she'd been drinking and taking hash, and if she really 
got mad she was likely to put a chair through the window 
and scream for help.

He watched her expression as she reacted to his threats.

"Tell you what," he whispered in her ear, "give us a 
girlie exhibition on the couch and the boys will leave 
afterwards. Then you and I can have another fuck. I want 
to slip it into you again, Jenny. You sure are a raver."

"Get us a drink and keep your hairy freak out of our 
way," Jenny demanded, too far gone to do anything like 
the wrecking acts Hugh imagined, but she was very 
annoyed. She didn't like his suggestion although she 
knew she would soon get in the mood to have Linda again. 
Thinking of it made her look at the girl clutching her 
cousin, the very sight of Linda's nude body stirring the 
nerves at the bottom of her belly. 

Jenny pulled the young blonde girl away from Hugh and, 
as she moved with her toward the couch, Jim tried to ram 
his thick truncheon into Linda's ass-cheeks. The kid 
swag her arm back in a defensively reflex action, 
catching Jim such a stinging blow across the bridge of 
his nose that his eyes watered. Calling her a bloody 
bitch, he was about to retaliate when Hugh and Tiger 
pushed him back into a chair.

"Cool it, Sludgie," ordered Hugh. "Sit down and watch 
the demo. And keep your hands off the birds," he added, 
giving Jim a knowing wink. The four life savers were all 
naked now, as they sat on chairs, drinking from cans of 
beer and stroking their erect cocks. Billy had put 
"Drumsville" on the record player and as Jenny walked 
Linda to the couch a track of stripper music introduced 
just the right sound for the exhibition. Jim settled 
down into his chair, rubbing his nose and staring 
through bloodshot eyes at the blonde girl. He had a 
couple of scores to settle with her, and with that 
stuck-up lesbian, too, he growled to himself.

Jenny forced Linda to drink the heavily laced vodka and 
Coke Hugh brought them. The terrified girl shivered when 
she glanced at the lasciviously watching young men with 
their erections, all of them unbelievably huge and that 
appalling one called Sludge-Pump balancing his can of 
beer on the head of his weapon. She turned to gasp 
whimperingly at Jenny that she must protect her. Jenny 
whispered that they must go through with the exhibition 
act.

"Forget that they're here," she hissed. "Concentrate on 
me, my little pet. Remember I love you."

"I'll do anything, anything," Linda whispered back, 
feeling trapped, her tears falling on Jenny's neck.

"Get your gear off," Hugh called to Jenny, who fumbled 
at her back zipper.

"Help me, Linda," she asked, and Linda undid the zipper 
to allow Jenny to pull the dress over her head.

As the dress fell to the floor, revealing that Jenny too 
was wearing nothing else, they heard the boys cheering 
and making crude comparisons about their bodies. Jenny 
sat on the couch and pulled the dazed Linda onto her 
lap. Linda, suddenly aware of the whole disastrous 
situation, hid her head in Jenny's neck shivering with 
an attack of nerves that brought her out in goosebumps 
all over.

"Come on darling, don't be afraid," Jenny whispered 
breathily in her ear, at the same time nibbling at the 
pink lobe and darting her tongue in and around that 
sensitive zone. Gradually Linda responded. She searched 
for Jenny's mouth and their lips met in a lingering kiss 
that started a fire burning in both their bellies. 
Tongue met tongue and did a wild dance. Their erect 
nipples brushed against each other bringing them to 
aching hardness.

At the back of Linda's mind her lost innocence was 
aghast at the depths she had fallen to, but a new part 
of her shamelessly urged her on, aroused at the 
eroticism of exhibiting her sexuality in front of these 
lewdly lusting young men.

Suddenly Jenny broke free from their abandoned kiss to 
suck greedily at the coral buds of the young girl's 
breasts, flicking her tongue around them teasingly until 
Linda's cunt was ablaze with frantic desire.

"Oh God, stick your tongue up my cunt darling. Please, 
please, please," the blonde groaned shamelessly, all 
inhibitions gone. Jenny, at a peak of excitement was 
only too happy to comply, her saliva flowing at the 
thought of the juicy cunt, sticky with anticipation. She 
sank to her knees on the floor and burrowed her head 
hungrily between the young girl's slim thighs, pushing 
them wide apart so that the audience would get a good 
eyeful of the madly palpitating slit. Droolingly she 
tongued at the slippery vagina, alternately thrusting 
her tongue into the burning hole and then sucking at the 
twitching clitoris.

Linda thought her brain would explode. So this is what 
they mean by "blowing your mind", she thought as she 
frantically pushed her pubic mound up to meet Jenny's 
unendurably exciting tongue. Suddenly her head snapped 
back and her eyes rolled back in their sockets it felt 
as though thousands of light bulbs were popping inside 
her head. 

From a long way off she heard herself gasping and 
groaning. Her body was wracked by convulsive spasms, 
which seemed to last an eternity. She felt as though she 
had passed out for a few seconds. As her tingling cunt 
continued to throb she kept Jenny's head pressed hard 
between her legs until the raging torrent of sweetness 
should die down, trying to prolong it as long as 
possible.

By now Jenny was half-mad with desire to gratify the 
imperious demands of her own cunt, and she pushed Linda 
lengthways along the couch, climbing on top of her in 
the soixante-neuf position. Linda suddenly found Jenny's 
dripping cunt pressed hard against her mouth and she 
automatically licked and sucked for all she was worth 
like a madwoman, the musky smell filling her nostrils 
and inflaming her to new heights.

Through the haze of pot and sensuality she heard the 
coarse voice of Jim Yates groan: "Christ I'm almost 
cumming. It's time those two sluts got a cuntful of 
cock." He lurched forward, eyes glazed with lust, 
rubbing his clenched fist up and down his thick 
truncheon. But he was too far gone and suddenly with a 
long drawn out groan he shot his sperm in spurt after 
spurt all over Jenny's pumping buttocks.

Linda's fingers, pressing tightly into the soft flesh of 
Jenny's ass-cheeks, felt the hot sticky fluid covering 
the tightly flexed buttocks. The excited young blonde 
rubbed it over the silken flesh, enjoying the slippery 
texture. She suddenly felt as though she were choking. 
Jim had collapsed on top of the two girls wallowing in 
the sweat and slipperiness of his sperm, pressing his 
still erect member between the cleft of Jenny's 
deliciously rounded buttocks.

Hugh and Billy swiftly grabbed the huge life saver to 
keep the two girls from being suffocated. Swinging 
wildly, the thick-set Jim knocked Hugh down with a punch 
to the neck. Dazed, it was a second or two before Hugh 
could stagger to his feet, cursing. Jim also pushed the 
others away and lay back spread-eagled on Jenny's back 
while both girls were yelling as best they could for 
help.

In this kind of situation loyalties were partly 
forgotten. Hugh knew that Billy would stick with him: 
he'd already had his go at Jenny, satisfying an old 
ambition. And Tiger was Jim's mate, closer to him than 
to Hugh or Billy. Obviously he had to get that big 
bastard "Sludge-Pump" and get him fast; then Tiger would 
be on his own.

Hugh leaped over to the couch and swung his fist hard 
against the side of Jim's face, catching him partly on 
the temple. The powerful brute collapsed where he was, 
lying on Jenny, his colossal rod extending under her 
ass-cheeks and jammed high up between their bellies. 
Frustrated by not getting to the girls first, Tiger had 
stood back to see the outcome of the fight and was 
preparing to knock Billy out of any free-for-all. 

Now he stood there while Hugh and Billy dragged the 
unconscious Sludge-Pump, his cock limp but still huge, 
across the floor. The large member with its huge purple 
head was bigger than any of theirs; they couldn't even 
compare their own with an erection against Sludgie's 
when it was slack. All their cocks were beginning to 
droop as a result of the tension.

"The bloody big moron would go and ruin everything," 
moaned Billy, looking down at his weapon as he moved to 
sit with the girls. They were sitting up, Linda's arms 
around Jenny and both of them anxiously looking at the 
prostrate form of Jim Yates lying flat on his back with 
that horse's cock hanging limply over his thigh.

"Well, what are you going to do now?" queried Billy.

"Tie up the bastard," Hugh said, going to the kitchen to 
get some rope. "Get some more beer and mix a couple of 
strong vodkas for the birds, Billy. That'll keep you 
busy," he ordered.

As soon as Hugh left the room Tiger suddenly pushed 
Linda's arms away from her tight hold around Jenny, 
picked the model up and carried her, kicking and 
flailing her arms to the bedroom. She was struggling 
violently with him on the bed when Billy brought in a 
beer and vodka.

"Shut the door when you go out, Billy," he yelled 
pushing Jenny back onto the bed and holding her 
shoulders down while he kneed her legs apart.

Outside the door Billy was faced with a scratching, 
clawing Linda, her long hair flying about her face as 
she tried to push past to wrench open the door.

"Let me in, let me in," she screamed deliriously.

Billy ducked and dodged the savagely clawing girl until 
he grabbed her around the waist, took a handful of hair, 
pulling her head back so that he could clamp his mouth 
hard down on one of her heaving young breasts. His cock 
shot up into a rock hard, curving rod; his hand went 
between her ass-cheeks where he was just getting a 
finger into her wet crevice when he felt Hugh's arm go 
around his neck. He was forced to release the girl who 
rushed to the bedroom door calling out for Jenny. 

Temporarily she was strengthened by the adrenaline 
flowing into her system, and the haze of hashish and 
alcohol momentarily cleared. If I don't resist these mad 
animals there's no hope for me. I'll die, she thought 
bitterly, rather than give in and be at the mercy of 
these dreadful beach bums. Her sudden move to the door 
had caught both Hugh and Billy by surprise and she had 
the door open before they joined forces and grabbed her.

Before being dragged away from the bedroom she was 
horrified at the sight that met her eyes. Her wonderful 
Jenny had her long legs wrapped tightly around the 
savagely pumping Tiger who was kissing her and licking 
her unresisting body from top to toe. Trembling in 
abject terror and desolation at being deserted by her 
love, her sudden burst of strength expended, Linda 
allowed herself to be dragged back to the couch after 
the bedroom door was slammed in her face.

Flung onto the couch, she heard Hugh saying, "Don't let 
the bitch get up while I finish tying old Sludgie's 
wrists together." Billy placed his foot in the small of 
her back, pressing her down while Hugh completed the 
tying.

"That'll hold the horny lunatic," Hugh laughed, 
satisfied now that everything was under control.

Taking a long swig from a can of beer, Billy was also 
amused at the sight of the powerful surfer lying 
helpless as a baby on the floor, his wrists tied 
securely.

"I want to feel her cunt," Billy said, bending down and 
rubbing his hand over the cheeks of Linda's vulnerable 
buttocks. He felt her shiver at his touch. "She's a 
jumpy bitch all right," he said, pushing harder with his 
foot against the terrified girl's back.

"Go on, have a feel," Hugh said generously, enjoying the 
scene. He didn't see Linda as a tortured, suffering and 
pathetic girl of fifteen, but as a stuck-up little bitch 
who should be taught a lesson. She's asked for it, he 
said to himself, and by God she's going to get it. The 
sight of her writhing and fucking against his cousin had 
brought him to a state where he desired savagely to have 
her want him as badly as she wanted the girl. Jesus, he 
thought, it'll take two of us at least to give her all 
the cock she wants.

Lying flat on her stomach, Linda jerked forward from the 
sudden clutch of Billy's hand going deep into the cleft 
of her ass-cheeks and rubbing clammily into the wetness 
of her pussy. Her yell of protest was cut off when her 
head was shoved viciously face down into the couch. 

Oh my God, they'll kill me if I move, she thought. 
There's no escape. She tried to wriggle her buttocks 
away from the pushing hand salaciously rubbing from her 
anus down to the entrance of her vagina, attempting with 
all her remaining strength to evade the fiercely digging 
fingers seeking her cuntal entrance. She felt him find 
the wet, silky smooth opening and ram his finger hard 
forward, cruelly violating her vaginal passage. Not 
content with grinding one finger in the tender recesses 
of her delicate cunt he brutally shoved two, then three 
fingers and finally his whole hand up her sorely 
stretched passage.

"Oooooohhhh," she screamed wildly, lifting her shoulders 
to swing weakly with her arm back at the burly leg 
pushing into her back. Again her head was shoved down. 
She couldn't bear it, she just couldn't, it was inhuman. 
The muscles of her cunt tried to eject that cruelly 
invading hand but that only excited the brute more. Her 
gorge rose and she felt sick to her stomach.

Hugh drained a can of beer, moved over to the couch and 
kneeled behind her, watching the poor writhing pinioned 
girl.

"OK, you've had your feel, Billy," he said, pulling the 
hand away from her wet slit. "Sit down and hold her head 
while I give it to her from behind."

Billy sat at the far end of the large couch, lifting the 
crying girl's tear-stained face to confront his 
throbbing member. He thrust it into her sobbing mouth, 
delighted with the spectacle of its hugeness making 
Linda's cheeks bulge lewdly. In desperation she knew 
she'd have to suck him off if she were ever to get out 
of this intolerable torment. She sucked back and forth 
like an automaton, her eyes glazed in her semi-
consciousness.

"You love it, you little whore, don't you?" Billy 
sneered. "Come on Hugh, she wants to be filled at both 
ends; ram the old avenger home."

Linda could only manage a token resistance, piteously 
trying to keep her legs together as Hugh grabbed her by 
the waist to lift her buttocks into the air. She felt 
his groping hands move down to her sorely ravaged pussy, 
felt his fingers parting the almost hairless lips to 
guide the large head of his cock into her inflamed cunt, 
her body protesting in jerky spasms. She felt the blood-
filled head of his hot cock move in, expanding her 
vagina as it moved, then she screeched as Hugh savagely 
rammed far into her belly so quickly and roughly that 
her tender vaginal passage burned as though a red-hot 
poker had been thrust up her.

"Please, please no more, I can't stand any more," she 
withdrew her mouth from Billy's wetly glistening member 
to plead. Billy grabbed her head on both sides and 
thrust it back at the wildly jumping head of his cock, 
shoving her head back and forth energetically while 
Hugh's shaft seared into her cunt in the same rhythm. 
There was to be no mercy for her. She felt like a tribal 
sacrifice in some primitive native ritual. She was no 
longer a person, she was just a juicy, wet hole to be 
fucked and fucked and fucked. If only I could pass out, 
she thought. If only I could die!

Hugh reached over to the coffee table beside the couch 
and picked up a glass of straight vodka. "Here make the 
little fucker drink this," he said, handing it to Billy.

They were both surprised when Linda drank greedily, 
spilling much of it down her chin in her anxiety to find 
oblivion. They won't want me unconscious, she thought, 
and even if they do, I won't feel anything. But already 
she was half-conscious of the reaction of her vagina and 
clitoris to the squelchily thrusting and withdrawing 
cock that was making her belly quiver. She could feel 
the sex fire building up against her will: her buttocks 
were beginning to grind back into Hugh's pelvis despite 
the pain she felt from the way he had mercilessly 
entered her.

He had never sunk his cock so deeply into her before ... 
she could feel it right into her womb ... it must be 
because of this new position.

Oh God! She was fucking like a bitch in heat. But she 
couldn't stop it, she couldn't quench this perversely 
satisfying desire spreading throughout her body. Her 
warmly wet cuntal muscles tightened convulsively around 
Hugh's cock driving in and out faster now, like a 
piston, exquisitely exciting every tissue, despite the 
pain or perhaps increased by it every nerve in that 
feverish cunt of hers, the cunt that somehow was more 
important to her after those "fun and games" with Jenny.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she muttered mindlessly, backing up 
to Hugh's thrusts, "Oh fuck me, Hugh." Neither of the 
young surfers could understand what she was saying, 
since her mouth was almost filled with Billy's hammering 
cock, but they could tell by the excitedly pleading tone 
of her voice that she was no longer fighting them. And 
her actions betrayed her awakening hunger, also. 

Pushing herself up on her hands to enable her body to 
respond all the more easily in this strange and erotic 
position, she welcomed the insanely kneading fingers of 
both Hugh and Billy digging into her firmly hanging 
breasts. She could feel Hugh's lust-bloated balls 
slapping against her anus as his rasping rod moved in 
and out of her swollen vaginal lips.

"I don't know what she was cryin' about," panted Billy, 
ramming his cock deep into her throat. "She fucks like 
she's done nothin' else since she was ten."

A wave of disgust for these sweating animals who thought 
they could use her body as an object, as though she had 
no personality at all, swept over her and she tried to 
swerve her face away from Billy's jabbing cock.

"I think we might have to revive "Sludge-Pump" and untie 
him," Billy said leeringly. "Might teach this young 'un 
to behave."

"No, oh no," Linda moaned. "I'll do anything." The 
thought of Jim's abnormal member had an immediate effect 
of frightening her despite the demands of her body to 
fuck harder and longer with Hugh.

"Come on, you hot bitch," Billy yelled and lifted her 
face to receive his mouth clammily against her lips. Her 
body was rocking back and forth, she surrendered her 
mouth to his, letting his tongue probe in. As soon as he 
felt her mouth slacken he pulled away. "OK get your 
mouth back around my cock, and suck as though you really 
mean it," he ordered.

Without a murmur she bowed her head in a cave of long 
blonde hair, closing her eyes as her mouth slowly filled 
with the head of Billy's throbbing cock. His fist was 
still around it, rubbing so that droplets of his 
lubricating juices dribbled in little bursts into her 
mouth. The last departing defensive thoughts left her 
mind empty except for the message of sex coming from all 
over her body, from her buttocks brushed by Hugh's hairy 
belly, the sheer thrilling excitement in her cunt, the 
feel of Hugh's chest across her back, the massaging of 
her breasts and the throbbing lust of the wet cock in 
her mouth.

The climactic feeling she had experienced with Jenny was 
building up again in her brain like a bubble about to 
burst. The early tightness she felt disappeared as her 
cunt opened in welcome, as the juices flowed and the 
nerves sent thrilling messages of satisfaction to her 
sex-obsessed mind. Somehow she associated the cock in 
her mouth with the cock in her cunt: the sucking and 
fucking were a completeness.

There was no doubt that the unfortunate girl was not 
only drugged with narcotic and alcohol, she was reduced 
to animal abandonment by the drug of over-sexed lust. 
The more her clitoris palpitatingly welcomed the 
mindlessly grinding shaft of hotly hard flesh, the more 
her belly stirred, engendering a lustful heat in her 
breasts, her mouth, in every cell of her body.

She moved her weight from her hands by leaning a 
shoulder into Billy: she wanted to hold his cock, to 
push his pumping hand away so she could squeeze and 
massage it herself while she sucked above at its head. 
Billy was happy to let her take over the whole works, 
lying back with his head at the rear of the couch, 
smiling lewdly as he looked down on that blonde heap of 
hair covering his cock and balls. Jesus, what a mover! 
What a goddamned fuck-hot bitch she is! 

Her fingers were wetly slithering up and down, up and 
down, tightly gripped around his hard cock, while her 
head bobbed up and down to keep the head of his monster 
moving in and out of her mouth. What a beauty! What a 
mad, raving drunken Yankee bitch she is. He'd get fifty 
dollars a time for her from his pals at the Surf Club, 
if Hugh would agree to the deal. His degenerate mind 
worked at this new opportunity to earn easy money. 
Christ! We could make a couple of hundred dollars a day 
easily with this luscious blonde angel. 

Some of those horny bastards at the Club would pay 
plenty to have a go at a girl of fifteen, for the first 
time in their lives ... I know some rich old jokers in 
Brisbane who'd pay a thousand for her! No use thinking 
of that, he mused, reaching out to grip the bobbing 
blonde head; once she leaves this joint a man would be a 
mug to be seen within a mile of her! One squeak from her 
and we'd all be in the clink.

The orgasm-crazed girl abandoned herself completely to 
the slowly mounting explosion within her. She wanted the 
feeling to linger forever, at the same time wanting it 
to accelerate, to blow herself apart into a gaseous 
cloud of pulsating fuck that would float forever in a 
heavenly sky. Weird colors and shapes formed in her 
head. 

She dripped with sweat, Hugh's hands slid across her 
dancing breasts, she droolingly sucked harder and 
faster, and ground her buttocks in a circular motion 
against that virile cock ramming regularly and so deeply 
within her, her expanded cunt hungrily contracting, 
sucking and wanting more and more of it. And Hugh 
responded, rising up on his knees to hold her small 
young waist in a tight grip and to frenziedly ram in 
long, swiftly deep strokes, his cum-filled cock, its 
glans irritated so much his body shook with a maniacal 
effort to satisfy the eager cunt thirstily sucking for 
more.

He was so engrossed in his attempt to devastatingly 
ravish the gorgeous creature writhing beneath him, he 
didn't notice the movement in a far corner of the room 
where "Sludge-Pump" Yates was coming out of his coma. 
Billy saw him dazedly sitting up to stare around the 
room, fixing his eyes on the debauch on the couch then 
looking down at his carelessly bound wrists. He had not 
been properly tied up: it was only a temporary measure 
to keep him quiet. 

He looked about for the other girl. Where was she? He 
looked behind him and saw the bedroom door closed and 
heard the grunting and moaning emanating from inside. 
Billy smiled at him, indicating with a silent movement 
of his head that it might be a great idea if he forgot 
about the young blonde for awhile and concentrated on 
helping Tiger. 

He watched with amazement as Jim's huge member stiffened 
even as he shook off the cords around his wrists. Jesus! 
he chortled to himself, wait till that lesbian bitch 
gets a cuntful of that! He was right on the verge of 
cumming himself, stretching his body back to raise his 
cock farther up to that wildly bobbing head of massed 
blonde hair.

But he was disappointed. She was doing her own thing, 
exploding in a loud drawn-out moan, cumming with Hugh 
whose eyes were glazing over as he went into a mighty 
orgasm.

"Fuck harder, fuck harder... harder," Linda groaned, 
lifting her face forcibly from Billy's cock. "Quicker, 
quicker, please. Oh please FUCK ME QUICKER," she begged. 
She was exploding into orgasm after orgasm, spasm after 
spasm was shaking her sex-wracked body. She thought it 
would never end, this frantic convulsion bringing every 
muscle in her body into action, tightening and 
contracting so that she bent double, resisting Billy's 
efforts to pull her head back to his wetly unsatisfied 
cock. 

She reached behind her to pull Hugh's thighs tighter 
towards her as she felt his hot sperm shooting deep 
inside her, pumping and jetting from his quivering 
shaft. She heard his animal yell of triumph as the hot 
cum squirted in bursts from his loins, filling her belly 
and mixing with her own sticky cuntal fluid. Her cunt 
was overflowing; she could feel a hot wetness oozing out 
and running in tiny rivulets down the soft inside of her 
shaking thighs to her knees.

Hugh collapsed over her slim young back, and Billy was 
trying to finish himself off when they were startled by 
a loud scream issuing from the bedroom. Hugh leaped up, 
his slackening cock still dribbling its cum, looking at 
the empty corner where "Sludge-Pump" had lain 
unconscious. The bastard's got Jenny, he realized. He 
was planning on fucking her next. He didn't want his 
cousin split asunder until he'd had another go at her, 
although no one could be as great a sex maniac as that 
succulent little blonde panting on the couch. Christ, 
what a fuck!

He pushed open the bedroom door to stare down in 
disbelief at the spectacle on the bed. Jenny wasn't 
screaming now: she was moaning with want. Tiger was 
relaxing on a chair by the window, drinking from a cold 
can of beer and also staring with admiration at the 
wondrous spectacle of Sludge-Pump's mighty equipment 
forced into the entrance of Jenny's tightly stretched 
cunt. How she managed to take it was quite beyond 
belief. 

Hugh didn't realize that she had been brought to near 
orgasm by Tiger but hadn't actually cum although her 
cunt had begun to palpitate with hot desire. He could 
see for himself, however, that she was ripe enough to 
accept that thick corner-post wobbling into her: the 
view from behind showed her inflamed genitalia in clear 
detail, especially as Sludgie had lifted her buttocks 
high in the air and bent her legs so far back her knees 
were pressing into her voluptuous breasts.

Well, perhaps that's torn it, he said to himself. Too 
late to stop him now ... let him fuck the daylights out 
of her!

Walking away towards the kitchen to get another can of 
beer out of the refrigerator, he saw his little Linda 
giving herself wholeheartedly to Billy.

"Give her one for me," he said with drunken vulgarity. 
Billy had turned her around onto the flat of her back so 
that they were fucking belly to belly. Billy's cock was 
man-sized, and to Linda there seemed to be no difference 
between the one she had now and the one that a little 
while ago was at her from behind. She hardly recognized 
Billy's face or his mouth which she was savagely 
kissing, her own mouth opening wide to accept his tongue 
in her cheeks.

Hugh got his beer, lit a cigarette and went back to the 
bedroom to watch the flange-headed weapon work on his 
cousin.

"Oooooooooohhhh, darling, darling, this is better, much 
much better," the model was moaning in ecstasy. Jim's 
great cock was in as far as it could go, the blood-
filled head hard up against her cervix.

"Don't split her you bastard," Tiger called out 
laughingly, envious that his buddy may be stimulating 
her far more than his own efforts had achieved.

"Yeah," agreed Hugh, "I want another go at that hot cunt 
of hers."

Sludge-Pump Yates was deaf to them. In any case he knew 
there was a limit to what any girl could take of his 
great member. He reveled in her reaction, her groans of 
pleasure and the wet clasping of her cunt flesh as it 
closed on him so tight and slippery. He was thankful 
that Tiger had got her so nicely prepared.

This was only the third man Jenny had allowed in her for 
a long, long time. It had taken the exciting desire for 
Linda and Hugh to break down her reserve. She felt her 
body coming to life in a new way, the pain of Jim's 
first intrusion slowly giving way to a maddening fire of 
want that began deep within her womb, spreading 
relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of every inch of 
her beautifully elegant body. She felt the tingling 
ripple through her cunt to her rectum, her clitoris was 
aflame where the nerves danced like fire, a white heat 
raged across her stomach, her breasts were hot and 
swollen, and she could feel the tingling rush from the 
lips of her vagina up her thighs and calves to the tips 
of her toes.

Rotating her hips from side to side around the fleshy 
impaling rod, her vagina dilated in time to its rhythmic 
shoving. God it's a monster! It could have been Linda's 
head inside her cunt and Linda's lips licking the pink 
walls of her vagina, she fantasized in her hashish-
induced euphoria.

"Aaaaaahhhh," she yelled as he pushed too hard. "Jesus 
don't split me," she begged.

Jim eased back a little and stopped. He didn't mind 
hurting her a little, but he didn't want to go too far, 
to injure her seriously.

"Oh, don't stop. Fuck me, keep fucking me even if you 
hurt me."

That was what he wanted. He liked the bitch to beg for 
it and grunted his pleasure as he began screwing up 
against her clasping cuntal lips as much as he could get 
into her without frightening her again. He watched her 
turning her head slowly from side to side in tormented 
ecstasy, and he saw her hypnotized stare at the erect 
members of Tiger and Hugh sitting on chairs on either 
side of the bed. The dilated lips between her hair-lined 
livid slit pulled tantalizingly back, sliding wetly down 
his thick rod for several inches and then slowly, 
juicily coming back for more: she was testing it 
herself, to see how much she could take. 

Jim held her short-cropped head in his hammy hands to 
press his ugly face close to hers, to push his lips down 
on her lovely mouth. He could taste cunt there, Linda's 
young cuntal smell. Jenny responded to him, kissing 
back, biting his lips, tonguing into his cheeks, 
lasciviously sucking at his tongue as though it were 
another cock, biting and tonguing at his mouth as if she 
had been waiting all her life to give herself to him 
completely. 

He had no compassion for her as his lust increased, his 
arms pinning her legs back in that helpless position so 
that no part of her body could inhibit his complete 
control of her gaping cunt. Withdrawing the deeply 
imbedded instrument, probing back again, he kept his 
movement timed with hers, feeling the heat of her cunt 
and the rush of moisture indicating her coming orgasm.

She bucked against him wildly and then with a deep 
throated groan her body began vibrating uncontrollably.

"Oh Jesus Christ, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Oh you 
wonderful bloody cock. Aaaaaaaagh!" Jenny spluttered.

Wet, sticky juice flooded from her throbbing vagina out 
past his inflamed, fleshy red cock, the warm fluid 
trickling down over her brown puckered anus that was 
also vibrating with the surge of her orgasm.

Her cumming drove Jim to wild, careless rapture. He 
forgot about the dangerous length of his mighty organ 
and rammed it forward with all his pent-up lust and 
bitterness. He had waited a long time to ravish this 
precious lesbian. He had given her a fucking great 
orgasm; now she would give him his. He rammed the full 
throbbing length hard in, sinking it cruelly in to her 
helplessly exposed vagina, far into her womb, while she 
was still jerking spasmodically from the effects of her 
orgasm. 

He jammed so hard, in his renewed attack, his hairy 
pelvis met hers for the first time. She bucked in pain 
and shock this time. Thankfully, the narcotic and vodka 
gave her some protection against much of the pain, and 
her own cumming had relaxed her sufficiently to take a 
little more of that fantastic member that felt like a 
wrestler's arm inside her. He pulled back and rammed 
again, his hugely bloated balls slapping wetly against 
her anus. His wet mouth locked over hers stifled the 
moans of protest. 

She received no help from Tiger who was too absorbed in 
rubbing his own cock with his fist; nor from Hugh 
sitting boggle-eyed at the exhibition. No one bothered 
to look through the open door at Billy grinding away at 
Linda for all his worth, her legs locked over his body, 
her buttocks plunging up to meet his every thrust.

Jim was giving Jenny long strokes continuously now, 
filling her wet and slippery passage, withdrawing slowly 
until the great flange-head met the vagina lips, then 
with his buttocks tightened, thrusting forward in a 
quick movement that brought his balls slapping against 
her anal crack. Thrust after thrust he felt the 
wonderful tightness of the little-used cunt. In Brisbane 
he usually satisfied his lust with big-cunted aboriginal 
whores. 

This lesbian was as tight as a virgin and she was taking 
all of him ... though he was forced to ram with all his 
strength to get his pulsating rod into her. Her arms 
were snaking round his back, her long nails digging into 
his flesh. Instead of shrinking away from his outsize 
shaft, she was starting to grind forward to it, wanting 
it again. She let him rub his unshaved face over hers as 
he slobbered his saliva into her mouth.

The sound of his grunts and her stifled moans was now 
joined by a high-pitched moaning coming from Linda in 
the sitting room. Jim grunted louder and shoved his 
tongue down Jenny's throat as in one mighty push he 
rammed his exploding cock all the way into her soft 
unresisting cunt. She could feel her insides painfully 
tearing as the large head of the deeply sunk weapon 
inflated like a balloon against her cervix, threatening 
to tear her womb apart. She felt the first great spurt 
of hot cum shooting searingly into the inflamed walls, 
burning painfully yet somehow soothingly, too. The 
muscles of her cunt clasped around the jerking, spewing 
cock, sucking at it as if to milk out every last drop 
his testicles could provide. The cavern of her pink 
quivering passage was drowned in the flood of his fiery 
liquid.

Sludge-Pump finally stopped grunting like a satiated 
pig, his heavy body collapsing over hers. Gratefully, 
she freed her lovely long legs and eased them down, 
resting her heels between the cheeks of his relaxed 
buttocks. The burning walls of her cunt, protected from 
the ordeal by both their fornicating juices, had no 
restraining effect in her desire which was also 
increasing as she heard Linda's pleasurable moans of 
non-stop orgasms and Billy's wild yell as he shot his 
bolt hard up her insatiable cunt. 

Christ I feel thirsty, Jenny thought. It's that bloody 
pot that makes you thirsty. She had no intention of 
moving to get a drink, however, while that lovely 
slackening heap of flesh remained in her. It actually 
felt even better now, certainly less painful, as it lay 
limp but still huge inside her. She was pleased his 
stupid head was turned away from her face so she 
wouldn't have to look at his ugly mug. She listened to 
Linda and smiled at the incredible transformation from a 
nymphet to a nympho.

Sludge-Pump slowly withdrew his glistening rod from her 
livid cunt, bringing with it an amazing quantity of 
their mixed sticky-white juices. The black hairs that 
wound round her cunt and covered her pubic mound were 
soaking wet with sweat and the juices of their sex. 
Beneath cock and cunt, the spread over the mattress was 
soaked through. The great bull-necked beast rolled off 
her, muttering that he wanted a beer. He was satisfied 
up to a point: he hadn't hurt the lesbian bitch enough. 
I tried to split her apart and she loved it! Fuck her! 
Jim thought bitterly.

Jenny's cuntal itch was still aggravatingly teasing her. 
When Hugh and Tiger went out in search of beer she got 
up, shut the door, threw the spread off the bed and lay 
back on the clean white sheets. She had to cum again, 
she simply had to or she'd go mad.

While one hand dreamily played with her breasts and 
nipples, the other tenderly felt over the lips of her 
swollen vagina, her middle finger touching her sensitive 
twitching clitoris, erect and pulsating with electric 
nerve ends. With a contented moan she rolled over onto 
her stomach, her legs flexed apart, her finger 
skillfully massaging the pulsating center of her sexual 
delight. She had just been fucked by three men and this 
new experience had aroused an unquenchable sexuality in 
her. 

Pressing her knees into the bed she raised her buttocks 
slightly so that she could manipulate her clitoris more 
easily with two fingers. She heard the door open and the 
slurping of beer as four pairs of eyes peered at her 
private performance. She didn't see the four naked cocks 
pointing towards her: she was too absorbed with the 
glorious feeling of darting pleasure coursing through 
her. She came quickly to a climax, hanging back 
deliciously as she momentarily teetered on the edge of 
release, then rubbing vigorously to bring the white hot 
juices streaming yet again through her scarlet slit.

Billy got to her first, and he shoved his tongue hard 
into that inviting crevice, sucking at her juices as she 
moaned deliriously in the throes of orgasm. Before she 
was completely finished he threw himself over her lovely 
long olive-skinned back and jammed his stiff cock into 
her warm, pulsating cunt. The others laughed drunkenly 
when she rolled swiftly over, throwing Billy onto the 
floor. He was about to give her a backhander when Hugh 
stopped him.

"Careful mate. Let the bitches have a rest. Time we got 
stuck into a few frosty cans of beer," he said. Linda 
was staggering across the living room, mumbling that she 
wanted to go to the bathroom. He steered her towards it 
and ushered his buddies into the living room.

He mixed two large vodkas and Coke, took them to Jenny, 
setting them on the bedside table, then settled down to 
a bout of steady drinking. When Linda staggered back 
from the bathroom they stopped talking to watch the 
luscious blonde nymphet go into Jenny's room, shutting 
the door behind her. They heard the creak of the bed as 
she sank exhaustedly down beside the lesbian, their arms 
entwined around each other, their bruised lips gently 
touching.


Chapter 9

What the boys were talking about would have shocked 
Jenny and terrified Linda. At first they joked about 
having to tie up Sludge-Pump and what great fucks the 
girls were, what tight cunts they had, and what sluts 
they were when the two were together. They supposed they 
had their tongues stuck up each other's cunts right now.

"As long as they're keeping their pussies nice and juicy 
I don't care a bugger what they do," drooled Billy. "I'm 
gonna have that little blonde again by Christ," he 
added. "She's the horniest bird I've ever known. She 
never stopped cummin' ... guess I brought her on." He 
looked at the others with a smug grin on his face.

"Me next with the blonde," said Tiger defiantly.

A cunning leer spread over the heavy unshaven face of 
Sludge-Pump. "Yeah," he said. "You and me haven't had 
her yet. It's our turn next. Hugh can fuck his cousin 
and Billy can have her mouth. I reckon that's fair."

"There's plenty for everybody. Don't rush. You can all 
have them as often as you like." Hugh leaned forward 
menacingly towards Jim Yates. "But next time, I'm havin' 
the blonde again before she's split open for good."

"That's four of us wants Miss Lolita," Billy said. 
"Looks like we should toss for her."

"Anyway," said Tiger, "four into two don't go. Or does 
it?"

"Why not?" laughed Hugh. "Each one of them's got three 
fuck holes and we've only got one tool each. That makes 
it four into six!"

Roaring with laughter they opened more cans while one of 
them put on another record. Then they got down to 
business.

"We can make a bundle out of the Yankee bird," announced 
Hugh.

"And out of Jenny, too," suggested Tiger, looking at the 
others to support him. Hugh shook his head, so they 
shook their heads. No hawking his cousin. Besides, Hugh 
informed them, she had to go to Melbourne tomorrow to 
have her picture taken for a women's magazine.

"That's why we can do business in this flat. Linda's 
parents think she's in Brisbane, the club's full of 
horny bastards like us and nobody'll be any wiser. Not 
that there ain't plenty of birds about beggin' for it 
and givin' it away ..." He stopped talking to listen; he 
thought he could hear a strange buzzing sound coming 
from the bedroom. Must be me ears, he said to himself.

"Yeah," Tiger broke in. "There's plenty of bitches about 
but Jesus a lot of blokes like to have it readily 
available, close to the beach, like. An' how many of 
them have had a terrific Yankee doll of fifteen?"

"Everybody likes a change," laughed Billy. "I reckon you 
could get up to fifty dollars a time for her if you had 
the patience to wait."

"We don't have the time. She'll only be in Sydney for 
another week or so, and we'll have to get her back safe 
and sound a couple of days at least before she has to go 
back to the States. We've got to play this safe. I don't 
want to get Jenny into any strife over her, and I'm 
bloody sure I don't want the cops sniffing around." Hugh 
was just as greedy for dollars as the others. They were 
all short of money because what they earned went to the 
breweries as soon as they were paid. Making it this easy 
way with free fucks on the side was something each one 
of them had always dreamed about.

"Sounds like a workin' holiday," said Tiger, cocking an 
ear towards the door. "That's funny. I thought I heard 
somethin' buzzin' in there." He looked quizzically at 
the others. "Any of you hear it?"

"Yeah, I did," said Billy.

"Me too," said Hugh. "I'll just take a look at the 
beautiful bodies and see what's goin' on." The music 
drowned the sound of the door opening but not the sound 
of buzzing, louder now that the door was open. Hugh 
closed the door softly, a lewd smirk on his face.

"Jesus! Do you know what me cousin's doin'?" he gasped, 
choking to stop himself from laughing out loud. "She's 
got one of them vibrator things shaped like a cock and 
she's got it buzzin' up the Princess's cunt. And she's 
lovin' it. Jesus, I ain't never seen anythin' like it! 
Jenny's fuckin' her with a plastic cock!"

They were drunk enough to laugh at anything and this 
news had them rolling about the floor.

"Right-o, calm down you mad bastards." Hugh whispered 
hoarsely. "Play another record Billy to stop them 
hearin' us. Before we get too stoned, let's fix the 
price. And no fuckin' cheatin' any of you. I say twenty 
dollars a fuck. And seein' how she's my find and it's in 
my apartment and I take the biggest risk, I take ten 
dollars and you split the rest between you. Any 
argument?" he asked, leaning back and cooling his cock 
on the side of the cold can of beer in his hands.

"No argument, mate," Tiger said, answering for the 
others. "But if we get more than twenty dollars we three 
split the extra. OK?"

"Fair enough," Hugh admitted. "All I want is ten bucks a 
fuck."

They lifted cans of beer and toasted the deal. The 
others wanted to open the door to look lasciviously at 
the plastic vibrator that inspired such sounds of 
moaning from the bedroom, but they were easily persuaded 
by Hugh to stick to the beer for awhile. They all needed 
a rest, he said. "Something to eat, too." said Billy.

"There's some brownies left in the kitchen. We'll eat 
them, the hash might give us a little boost," Hugh said, 
noticing that Tiger was beginning to doze-off in his 
chair.

"Hey, Tiger," he called. "We're flippin' a coin to see 
who gets up who next." He first of all tossed for 
partners and he got Sludge-Pump Yates, leaving Billy and 
Tiger in partnership. The next toss was for the blonde. 
"Heads or tails?" he called; Billy called, "Tails," and 
the coin fell down showing the head.

"She's ours," gloated Sludge-Pump. "We've won the little 
blonde."

"Right," said Hugh. "She will be surprised. So will 
Jenny when she finds she gets Tiger again and Billy as a 
bonus. Don't knock her about, you two. Remember she's 
flying down to Melbourne tomorrow on a modeling job."

"What we do won't show. Front or back. When do we start? 
I think my partner's liable to cave in unless we get 
cracking soon." Billy could see Tiger's eyes dropping 
with sleep and the effects of drinking countless beers 
at the club.

"Another round of beers first. Give the Princess time to 
get to work on Jenny with the vibrator. Put on another 
record, Billy, something with a good beat to it." He got 
up himself to stack the refrigerator with more cans of 
beer and bring cold ones back to the living room. 
Although it was about four in the morning, the heat was 
stifling. There were few traffic sounds in the street. 
Occasional dull rolls of thunder announced a coming 
storm, a "southerly buster" that often blew up along the 
coast in summer. The breakers were thumping down louder, 
their sound stronger now the traffic was quieter.

They ate the remaining brownies but the baked hash 
inside them had little effect on Billy who fell asleep 
with a cigarette burning a hole in his armchair. Hugh 
poured beer on the cigarette and the burned hole, then 
he went to the couch to stretch out. Jim and Tiger hoped 
he would pass out as well so they could have the two 
girls to themselves.

The more Tiger thought of this in his drunkenly cunning 
mind, the more he liked the idea. After awhile, on the 
pretext of going to the bathroom, he ambled towards the 
bedroom door and just as he was about to pass it he 
pushed it open, went inside, slammed the door and locked 
it. The two girls yelled with surprise and covered their 
faces to protect themselves from Tiger's mad leap into 
the bed between them, knocking the little phallic 
vibrator to the floor. He wanted the blonde and in his 
efforts to concentrate on pushing her legs apart Jenny 
was quickly able to break from his grip and unlock the 
door.

There was enough noise to wake the dead, but not Billy. 
Jim was first in when the door was unlocked, his thickly 
muscled arm going around Linda's waist to drag her 
forcibly from Tiger's drunken clutches. Jim found the 
girl less trouble than he expected: She appeared dazed, 
though she was still able to manage to call in a 
pathetically weak voice for Jenny and Hugh to help her.

Partly sobered by the commotion, Hugh saw that a fight 
was brewing, an all-out brawl that might have the 
neighbors calling the cops. The four had tossed fair and 
square for the next fuck. Billy was passed out in his 
chair, gone for the night, Tiger had his luck of the 
toss in the bedroom, and Sludgie and himself had theirs. 
He allowed him to hold onto the squirming nymphet while 
he reached into the bedroom to take the door key.

"Goodnight Tiger. Goodnight Jenny. We'll leave you two 
love birds alone until breakfast time," he said, pulling 
the door shut and locking it before his cousin could 
prevent him. Hugh stood listening through the door and 
heard her shout at him what a low creature he was, and 
she said to Tiger, "I'm too bloody weak to resist."

Turning to Jim to ask him to carry the girl to the 
couch, he was startled to see his partner's hand gripped 
tightly over the struggling girl's mouth as he bent 
behind her, trying to stuff his great pole between her 
quivering ass-cheeks.

"Do ya want another fist in ya face, ya great baboon?" 
he demanded, dragging Linda away from him. "Don't ya 
know how to treat a Princess?" Christ the girl's limp, 
he thought, must have overdone the vodkas. What she 
needs is a hot meat injection. His crude humor caused 
him to laugh as he picked Linda up and carried the 
semiconscious girl to the couch where he sat with her in 
his arms, nibbling at her nipples and feeling her soft 
pussy.

"What about me?" Sludge-Pump glared across the room, his 
monstrous cock and gross hairy body in the dimly lit 
room giving him the appearance of a caricatured 
Neanderthal man.

"I'm warmin' her up for us both," Hugh said, feeling a 
reaction to his finger in her cunt, noticing her legs 
beginning to move slowly apart to help his finger. She 
let her head droop forward so that he could kiss her. 
She didn't resist. He kissed her hard on the mouth which 
sensuously opened for his tongue with the same slowness 
as her legs opened for his finger. 

For some time his penis had been slack, but now it 
suddenly shot out between his legs. He had to ease Linda 
back against him, her hips and waist pushing sluttishly, 
squeezing his cock hard against his belly. He felt 
dribbles of lubricating fluid wetting down to his navel. 
Her warm pussy was coming to life, exuding its own 
juices to welcome the fleshy horn.

"Did ya like Jenny fuckin' ya with her vibrator?" he 
asked her lasciviously.

She nodded stupidly, seeking his mouth again.

"Do ya want me to fuck ya with me cock?" He had to push 
her away to get her lips off his to ask her. She nodded 
again, mumbling "Yes." She was rubbing her side against 
his stiff member. He told her to kiss it. She lowered 
her head obediently, still writhing against his finger, 
opened her mouth and took the swollen, dribbling head 
succulently into her mouth as though sucking a 
particularly large ripe plum.

Sludge-Pump stood looking ravenously down at her. "I'll 
tell ya what," he said slyly, "I'll lift her onto ya, 
Hugh."

With a nod from Hugh he lifted her up by the waist, the 
ravishing young body bending listlessly like a rag doll, 
Hugh holding her at her armpits. The beefy life saver 
placed an arm underneath her golden brown belly, bent 
her knees forward with his other arm and lowered her 
down, her vaginal lips spread wide apart. Stretching out 
on his back, Hugh lifted his pelvis so that his cunt-
seeking cock-head met the descending vaginal lips held 
apart by Jim.

Carefully lowering her jackknifed body down, Jim leered 
evilly. He had her tender, tight little brown anus right 
in front of his eyes. Christ! he said to himself, if I 
can get the old Sludge-Pump in there it'll be a miracle 
... but by Christ I'm gonna get it in if I have to drill 
a new hole ... I'll teach the horny slut to ever smack 
me across the face. His coarse, simple mind still held a 
grudge against the girl, not only for striking him on 
the nose: She had treated him like dirt. In this case, 
he laughed lewdly to himself, revenge will be sweet!

With her legs doubled up he lowered Linda's warmly 
greedy cunt all the way down and felt the girl's waist 
muscles flexing as she began to ride up and down on the 
shaft. He could barely wait to rape the temptingly 
beautiful anus. Normally he didn't care one way or 
another about bun-fucking, but Jesus! he thought, no one 
could resist the tantalizing sight of the perfect 
roundness of this girl's buttocks. The completely 
hairless crack exposing a daintily puckered hole with 
its pink center rising and falling. His desire was 
further aggravated by the sight of her pink juicy cunt 
moving slowly and sensuously up and down Hugh's horny 
cock.

Moistening his fingers with the flowing lubricating 
juices exuding from her pussy, he wiped some on his 
great bull-cock, rubbed his fingers against the puffed 
lips of her cunt once more, and drew his hand up her 
anal crack. He repeated the action several times, 
letting her get used to it, lingering over it, as he 
hungrily stared at the tantalizing little hole that made 
his mouth drool.

Resisting a temptation to sink his teeth into the sleek 
flesh of her ass-cheeks, he tested the anal opening 
tentatively with the tip of his finger, slippery from 
the sticky wetness. She cringed away from it, forcing 
him to grip her bent waist with his left hand before 
again probing, this time more forcibly, with his finger. 

It went half an inch into the tightly flexed little 
asshole; he pushed in a further inch, gripping her 
tight. She tried to complain in a mewly voice to Hugh 
who clamped her mouth tight against his own. He knew 
what old Sludgie was doing, and she was going to get it 
whether she liked it or not. She was beginning to relax 
the tight sphincter muscles to allow his finger further 
penetration, grinding around to feel more cock and more 
finger.

Jim shoved his finger another half-inch in and held her 
tight. This time she yelped loudly. Hugh pulled her 
chest down tight on his, crushing her small moon breasts 
against his sweating mat of hair. Gradually she accepted 
the presence of the finger. 

Drugged, narcotically and sexually, her body was making 
decisions for her: Whatever her body demanded she 
accepted, like an automaton geared to a dynamo. She 
dimly believed at first it was the sharp tip of a tongue 
going into her anus: She had enjoyed that. Was it a 
cock? Was it Billy trying to fuck her from behind? It 
felt better now as it revolved inside her.

Her anus was accepting it, enlarging strangely, 
perversely to the extraneous erotic action so much so 
that Jim had little trouble inserting two fingers into 
the grinding buttocks. He brought up more slippery cunt 
juices to work the hole into a slimy receptacle, working 
carefully and persistently wider and deeper. Drugged as 
she was, the muscles of her buttocks and stomach were 
coming to life, a frantic sex urge coursing throughout 
her body, her nervous system awakening to the prospect 
of astounding satisfaction. Her cunt was alive with 
want, her rectum, too. She pushed her tongue deep into 
Hugh's mouth.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" She lifted her mouth to moan the 
words then buried her mouth back hard against Hugh's 
watering mouth.

"I'll fuck you all right, you little bitch," grunted 
Jim, unable to wait a moment longer.

Drawing her ass-cheeks wide apart, he leered at the 
pulsating pink hole begging to be penetrated. He was 
going to shove his long, thick cudgel all the way up 
into that virginal orifice and make her beg for mercy. 
This would be the Yankee Princess's ultimate humiliation 
and degradation. After this, the whoring of her would be 
only an anti-climax. Harshly gripping her hips to steady 
her and using his thumbs to hold wide the soft flesh of 
her ass-cheeks, he brutally jammed the purple-red head 
of his oversized cock into the wet anus.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh! No, no, no, oh please don't. Nooooooo!" 
she screeched, jerking her head in the air and shooting 
her body forward. The pain was excruciating. Hugh 
grasped her harder, at the same time lifting his 
buttocks to shove his rod deeply into her, while Jim's 
Sludge-Pump forced itself in a few more agonizing 
inches.

Another scream was stifled by Hugh pulling her face down 
into his neck. She attempted to bite him until he 
threatened to knock all her teeth out.

"Hold her still at your end," he said to Jim. "I've got 
her tamed up here."

The blunt intrusion of his lunging cock felt as if her 
rectum was being split wide open. Mercifully it was 
still for the moment, though every fiber of her being 
resisted as she felt the hard rubbery flesh slowly begin 
to move back and forth, sending waves of pain inside her 
widely stretched anal passage.

"Aaaaahhhhggggg!" she screamed again as the grotesquely 
abnormal member drove right up into her. The coarse 
pubic hair of the man behind her rasped against the 
softness of her ass-cheeks. Oh my God, she thought. It 
must be that monster they call Sludge-Pump. How could 
there be room inside me for Hugh's huge cock and this 
other gigantic monstrosity?

Both men gasped with sadistic, lascivious pleasure as 
they began fucking away at her. They could each feel the 
presence of each other's cock inside the young girl's 
belly. She had collapsed down on Hugh, all resistance 
gone except for constant moans of anguish issuing from 
her slack, saliva-wet mouth. Jim had levered himself 
high on his knees in order to manipulate her buttocks by 
his firm grip on her waist, plunging the full length of 
his punishing weapon into her with long flesh-tearing 
strokes. 

His control of her buttocks worked as an aid to Hugh 
lying flat on his back and jerking up with his pelvis to 
shove as deeply as he could in time with the movement. 
There was an added erotic excitement in having them both 
fuck her at the same time. Should have old Billy here to 
fuck her mouth ... the drunken bastard doesn't know what 
he's missing, he thought. And Tiger's with Jenny ... up 
her ass, too, I'll bet.

He was right about Tiger. There was no argument in the 
bedroom. They lay sideways on the bed, his hands 
fondling her breasts and his ass-loving tool was stuck 
hard between her small firm buttocks. She too was having 
something extra. The battery operated vibrator was 
buzzing in her cunt, its vibrations being felt by 
Billy's deeply embedded cock. She had already cum 
several times, and she intended to keep on achieving 
orgasms until she either passed out or her pussy could 
take no more. Her record for self-induced orgasms was 
fifteen in a row. Tonight she felt she could easily 
break that figure, especially if Billy kept up that nice 
easy rhythm of fucking into her asshole. She never 
thought she'd enjoy having a cock up there: She must 
teach Hugh how to do it. Let Linda scream her head off, 
she selfishly decided. I can't stop now for anyone ... 
anyway, Hugh will look after her ... he wants her for 
himself; the selfish bastard.

With her leg thrown back over Tiger's so that her cunt 
was nicely opened, she moaned into another orgasm. 
Eight! she counted to herself, her eyes closed in 
ecstasy.

Linda was well and truly being looked after ... 
sexually. Sludge-Pump drooled over her back, his saliva 
dribbling down on her narrow shoulders that jerked 
forward with each lunge of his rampaging shaft into her 
tender anal passage, tripping her servile kneeling body 
between the skewering cocks. 

She was hopelessly pinned by them both in that bent 
position like a harem slave between two husky masters. 
In spite of the pain in her anus, the arousal of her 
inflamed clitoris encouraged her anal muscles to expand 
to an unbelievable degree to accept the rape of her rear 
hole. Jim was groaning that it was too tight and too 
wonderful. 

"I can't stand it!" he muttered lifting his head in 
reaction to the thrill of the warm clasping flesh 
enveloping the huge cock that had brought him so much 
comment from his teasing friend. "Jesus, she likes it 
now!" he thought, amazed that the tiny brown circle and 
its little pink hole could expand so much that he could 
slide all the way through and deep up into her. His 
whole monstrously throbbing rod as thick as a man's 
wrist was thrusting into her right up to the hilt. He 
felt his balls slap wetly down onto the cock and balls 
fucking upwards beneath him. No need to worry about her 
bolting now!

She was moving backwards to meet each forward thrust 
into her buttocks and grinding down to take the thrusts 
up into her cunt. She undulated, swinging her pelvis and 
buttocks in small rotating circles: Clasping one rod 
tightly with a slight throb of her rectum as it withdrew 
on the back stroke, opening to take it on the in stroke; 
cunt-gripping the other rod sliding so hot and 
satisfyingly past her clitoris into the molten depths of 
her vagina. 

Doubly impaled through her two holes so close together 
that the only part of her lower body she could move was 
her hips and buttocks and these she moved like a female 
demon, sweating as she rode up and down with a rotating 
movement that was bringing both their pulsating members 
toward a simultaneously gushing explosion.

Hugh felt her head begin to thrash from side to side. He 
lifted it so that he could suck at her slack mouth, 
tonguing and biting at her lower lip. He could see from 
her glazed eyes that she hungered for satisfaction in 
her buttocks as well as her cunt. Her body bucking and 
churning now as the fires of mounting lust enlivened 
her, he sensed that she was drawing to a climax, 
bringing his inflated cock to an even more excited 
state. 

Her cunt was pleading for more, and he shoved hard up to 
satisfy it, feeling the nearness of Sludgie's weapon 
pistoning faster and faster, Hugh's balls awash with the 
juices flowing from her cunt. The girl was moaning as 
though in a trance as both cocks rammed rapidly into 
her, hard and deep.

It was too much for Hugh. He couldn't contain himself 
any longer and with one mighty upward thrust his penis-
head's slit opened to gush out his cum hotly against her 
cervix. Wildly he yelled his completion as her body 
thumped down on him, tossed by a mighty thrust from 
Jim's great pole.

"More, Hugh, more. Keep fucking my cunt," he heard her 
begging him, trying to balance the mad, excruciating 
cuntal and anal excitement filling her body with a lust 
she didn't believe possible. But Hugh was finished. He 
had drained his balls, and his cock sucked slowly back 
out of the wetly voracious vagina. He was also suddenly 
conscious of the weight of both the girl and of Jim 
leaning over her back. He eased himself from beneath 
them, staggered to the bathroom and then went to the 
bedroom to collapse on the other side of Jenny.

Tiger was sound asleep but Jenny was lying, legs wide 
apart, her hand gripping the end of the vibrator buzzing 
deep inside her.

"Turn that thing off," he said, lying on his back. "I 
want some sleep."

"Just one more, Hugh. I'm having number twenty. Oh, oh, 
oh ... aaaaggghhhh." With a final satisfied moan she 
switched off the vibrator and turned towards him, 
lifting a long leg over his and nestling up, her breasts 
against his side.

"Wake me at ten," she sighed. "Have to go to Melbourne 
tomorrow. Is Linda all right?"

"Having the time of her life," he yawned.

And it was true; the blonde teenage girl was enjoying 
her ass-fuck as much as she had the cunt-fuck. She was 
lying flat on her stomach, now, legs apart, with her 
hand underneath so that she could finger her clitoris 
while Jim rammed into her fully distended anal passage. 
She quickly brought herself to orgasm with her fingers, 
as Jim could tell by the increasing loudness of her 
groaning. She had wanted to reach this long drawn-out 
climax with them both in her, and now that her cunt was 
emptied of stiff flesh some of the pleasure she'd 
received from her rear hole was diminishing. As she 
started to cum the threatening storm broke outside, 
thunder crashing after lightning flashes heavy rain 
pelting against the window panes.

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she groaned in a perverse mixture of pain 
and pleasure, cumming while he thrust and slapped his 
big sac against the fingers in her cunt giving their 
last caress to her clitoris. "Aaaaggggghhhh!" This half-
groan, half-scream was a reaction to the finality of her 
own desires and the agony of the giant tormenting staff 
swelling even larger as it was about to blow. 

It was stretching the muscles of her anus beyond belief. 
Yet with masochistic pleasure and uncontrollable desire 
her buttocks ground back against his sweating pelvis, 
thick with wet pubic hairs. The whole length of her 
crack felt hot and painful, the heat inside her anal 
depths searing with increasing pain.

Lifting her waist up as his member swelled for the final 
thrust, Sludge-Pump was gasping out incoherent 
obscenities in a spluttering groan. He flung himself 
forward with a mighty shove that almost tore through the 
walls of her quivering rectum, and with an enormous 
shudder, he shot his hotly thick cum in spurting wave 
after wave into the depths of her rectal cavern. 

She was transfixed, bent in front of him, buttocks 
swaying against his weight, then in an instinctive 
reaction to his orgasm, she pressed tight back against 
his hairy loins as he poured his sperm far up her anal 
passage, filling her until she felt her belly swelling 
with it.

He collapsed grunting over her back, pressing her deeply 
into the couch. She was barely conscious when he began 
to withdraw the frightful length of his satiated flesh, 
looking down to see the inflamed head emerge with a wet 
sucking sound, the pink insides of her anus showing 
clearly as the opening puckered out when the puffed head 
of his member withdrew. 

There was sufficient consciousness remaining in her to 
know that she was now totally debauched, lower than the 
whores she had previously despised. As she blacked out 
into merciful oblivion she thought that there was 
nothing more they could do to her now. She would let 
them fuck her. She would suck them off. Her body wanted 
it, now.

Jim Yates stood by the couch staring stupidly down at 
the most beautiful girl he'd ever fucked. I don't want 
to fuck her cunt while she's unconscious, he thought. 
Plenty of time tomorrow. He dressed carelessly and 
staggered out of the apartment, drunkenly tripping over 
Jenny's hi-fi set on the floor. Cursing, he lurched out 
into the night and swayed along the promenade to his 
seedy hotel.


 
Chapter 10

No one stirred until noon. Billy awakened first and rose 
stiffly from the chair he had slept in; he went to the 
kitchen where he opened the inevitable cold can of beer 
and found a cigarette. He didn't see Linda's nude form 
on the couch until he returned to the living room, 
searching for his shorts. What I need is a quick run 
into the sea, he decided, to give me an appetite for 
breakfast. 

However, seeing the young girl innocently sleeping and 
no one else around brought his cock rising up, his balls 
tightening. He lit the cigarette and crept over to 
Linda's still body but stopped short as he noticed the 
smashed record player.

I wonder who broke it, he mused, taking a long swig at 
his beer. Wouldn't be Hugh or Tiger, and certainly not 
Jenny must have been bloody old Sludgie! Where in the 
fuckin' hell is everybody? Opening the bedroom door he 
found Hugh and Tiger asleep, their arms crossed over 
Jenny.

He wakened them, brought cold beers and told them of 
finding the wreckage that had once been a record player. 
Jenny quickly tumbled out of bed to view the damage, 
giving a kissing suck to Hugh's cock in the nerve-
tingling section just below the head as she went. I'm 
turned on to men's cocks now! she told Hugh merrily, 
although she avoided Billy's pass as she rushed out to 
waken Linda. However, her good humor evaporated at the 
sight of the wrecked record player she was furious. 

Irritably she shook Linda into consciousness, led her to 
the bathroom and went back to question the life savers 
sitting on the bed having their first beer of the day. 
She soon discovered that Sludge-Pump Yates was the last 
one fucking Linda: it was him all right, the others 
agreed.

"Right, that does it! Yates is banned from this 
apartment. And another thing," she yelled, furious that 
she had slept in, that she had to catch the two-thirty 
plane to Melbourne and that she would be away until the 
following Sunday, therefore missing out on some pleasant 
orgies with the nymphet and Hugh. "When I return I want 
to see a brand new player."

"We'll all chip in to buy you a new one just as good as 
the old," Hugh said, winking at his hungover buddies. 
"Do you agree to that?"

"Sure thing, Hugh," they chorused. Billy added that they 
would get half the money out of Jim Yates who, he said 
to Jenny, was about to make some money in a deal in 
which they were all involved ... not much, but they 
could certainly afford to buy a record player. It would 
only cost about a hundred dollars.

Jenny distrusted them, knowing that money went through 
their pockets as fast as beer went down their throats. 
Anyway, she was in too much of a hurry to think about 
anything except packing and catching a taxi to Kingsford 
Smith airport. She stopped Billy heading for the 
bathroom and went there herself to join Linda under the 
shower. She had to break the news that she was going to 
Melbourne for a series of pictures for a magazine. 
Lying, to make the girl feel happier, she said that 
she'd probably return that evening.

Jenny was mystified at Linda's reaction. The girl seemed 
to be quite apathetic at the idea of being left alone 
with Hugh, whom Jenny knew couldn't be trusted, and with 
Billy and Tiger who would fuck any hole with hair around 
it. They stood close together under the shower, their 
hair dripping. Jenny wondered if perhaps the pot had 
damaged the kid's brain. 'Course it couldn't, she 
reasoned to herself. Just a normal amount and not strong 
stuff anyway. She drew Linda to her, pressing their wet 
bodies together.

"What's wrong, my lovely pet? Do you feel sick?" Jenny 
thought that perhaps she should stay, but breaking a 
contract could cause loss of work later.

Linda threw her arms around Jenny's waist, pulling her 
tighter so that their pubic mounds pressed close 
together.

"I've become a fucking machine, Jenny. I ... I just want 
to be fucked. I love you and I want to be fucked ... Jim 
Yates fucked my bottom last night, and I liked it. I 
like Hugh to fuck me. I want to lick your cunt, Jenny 
... I'm a fucking machine ..." She burst into hysterical 
laughter which turned to loud sobs and Jenny led her out 
of the shower recess to rub her dry with a large towel.

Jenny had never before been faced with this kind of 
situation. The whole thing had begun as a lark. She had 
a damned hangover, her mouth tasted like the bottom of a 
parrot's cage and she was developing a migraine 
headache. And she had that important job to do.

"Look baby, I love you too and when I get back tonight 
we can have more fun and games. You can lick my cunt as 
long as you want. It's just that you're experiencing sex 
for the first time. All girls like it. So while I'm away 
just let yourself relax and enjoy it. I only wish I 
could stay. I like it, too..."

"But don't you see?" the young girl wept as Jenny rubbed 
her long blonde hair with the towel. "I'm so awfully 
ashamed of myself. I wanted to marry Tom, my boyfriend. 
I wanted to save it all up for when we were married. Now 
I'm craving for cock!" She burst into sobs that shook 
her body. "I want to fuck and fuck..."

She must still be high, Jenny thought. She's still 
tripping on those brownies. She plugged in an electric 
hair dryer to dry her own hair and finish drying Linda's 
hair. Linda's emotional outburst calmed under the 
administration of the hot air blowing through her hair 
and Jenny's caressing hand on her shoulders. When they 
were dry, Jenny put her arm around the adolescent blonde 
girl and led her back to the bedroom. She changed the 
sheets, made up the bed and forced Linda to lie back 
with her head nestling in a pillow while she busied 
herself with packing and dressing for the flight. 

She couldn't help looking at the delightful body 
stretched full length on the bed and the hand carelessly 
cupped over the golden-fringed pussy. Her fresh panties 
were already moistening from an excitement stirring in 
her own pussy. She swore as she looked at her watch. No 
time for it, no time even to have one last greedy lick 
at that temptingly delicate creature. At last, with 
everything packed, she leaned over the foot of the bed, 
parted Linda's pretty pink vaginal lips and kissed her 
suckingly on the clitoris.

"Goodbye my sweet darling. I'll think of you all the way 
to Melbourne."

Linda moaned, "Oh, don't go now. I want you, oh God, I 
want you, Jenny."

"No, darling, I must go." And Jenny went out of the 
room, leaving the door ajar. Hugh was alone in the 
living room. "Where are the others?" Jenny hoped for a 
moment that they may have gone back to Brisbane.

"They've got some business to attend to in the city," 
Hugh lied. "Gotta earn some bread to pay for the record 
player. When will ya be back, Jenny?"

"Tonight," she said loudly so that Linda could hear, and 
in a whisper added, "Sunday at the latest. I want to see 
Linda again before she leaves Australia. Look after her, 
Hugh, and keep those ruffians away from here. I don't 
want the apartment wrecked." She offered him her lips 
and they kissed passionately.

At the front door he kissed her again. "I'm glad you're 
not all dyke," he said good-humoredly. "I think we're 
goin' to have more good times together. Perhaps it was 
those hash cookies you made that made the party go with 
a bang."

Jenny smiled as he shut the door behind her, and she 
went out into the blazing sunlight to catch a taxi, 
little realizing what a devastating effect Hugh's last 
remark could have on the poor innocent girl listening in 
the bedroom.

When Hugh looked in she was frenziedly throwing clothes 
about looking for her dress. "What's up, Princess? 
Looking for something?" he asked. His shorts were 
bulging with a growing erection brought on by Jenny's 
farewell kisses and implied promises for the future.

"I'm getting dressed. I'm going home. I don't want to 
see you or Jenny ever again," she flung at him. "Get 
out!" She tried feebly to hit him and began to weep 
hysterically. "She drugged me, didn't she? She drugged 
me with hashish."

"Cool it, babe. She had some, too ... didn't effect her. 
Anyway, it was just a little something to make the party 
swing." He pushed her away and she sat on the bed, her 
pretty pointed breasts heaving as she held her head in 
her hands, sobbing. Jenny had deceived her. She hadn't 
given her the photo. If it was true that a little pot 
didn't effect Jenny then perhaps it wasn't that; perhaps 
it was because she really enjoyed what had happened. She 
was no different from other girls who made love to any 
man who came along. Her desperate mood gradually 
subsided. Looking surreptitiously at Hugh's bulging 
shorts, the sex urge swelled up in her. That's what she 
wanted: a hot throbbing cock. To hell with Jenny and her 
vibrator. She wanted that fleshy member Hugh was 
releasing as he undid his shorts. But first of all she 
wanted something to eat.

"I'm starving. Get me some food," she demanded, her 
voice flat and lifeless.

"Sure thing, Princess," he said good-naturedly. "Lie 
back and wait for it. Orange juice and ham and eggs 
coming up. I think you're going to earn your keep."

"I'll try," she replied, staring vacantly at his broad 
shoulders and naked buttocks as he strolled out to the 
kitchen.

 * * *

The first acquaintance Tiger Kelly met when he walked 
into the Surf Club after a swim was Ginger Meggs, a 
redheaded owner of a fleet of taxis.

"Hear you've got a nice bit of juvenile fluff on the 
market, Tiger."

"Yeah. Who told you?"

"Bumped into your friend Jim Yates on the promenade. 
Said she was a fifteen year old blonde from the States. 
He mentioned something about a hundred dollars for a 
quickie. Must be mad. What's the real price, Tiger?"

"Sixty dollars but bein' a member of the club she's 
yours for fifty."

"Make it forty and I'll buy it, sight unseen."

"Jesus, if you saw what a little raver she is you'd want 
to pay a hundred!" Tiger exclaimed, thinking what a good 
start he was making. "Beautiful as a film star. Lovely 
tits, not too small, best ass I've ever seen. And just 
broken in." He looked at his watch. "I think she'll be 
free by three o'clock. Sludge ... er ... I mean Jim 
Yates is on his way there right now, I reckon, to help 
Hugh control the crowds."

"Right," agreed Ginger Meggs. "Who do I pay?"

"Give me thirty deposit and the other ten to Hugh Watson 
when you go into the flat." He gave Ginger the address.

Jim Yates had already taken a customer to the flat. 
There was no need to search for trade beyond the club 
despite the fact that it was a Tuesday, for numerous 
associate members flocked to Sydney's beach clubs from 
Interstate and up country, and on hot days salesmen, 
rich businessmen, off-duty policemen and others from all 
walks of life headed for the beaches during a heat wave.

Without bothering to go into details with Hugh, the 
other three Brisbane life savers made their own 
arrangements about profit sharing. Two or three fucks 
would buy a nice new record player for Jenny ... had to 
keep her happy for future visits to Sydney. They decided 
that two should canvas the club for trade, taking turns 
to go up to the apartment to help Hugh: some of these 
horny bastards were liable to have their fuck and then 
ask for their money back with the threat of their fists. 

There was to be no queuing ... didn't want to get the 
neighbors suspicious. Two in at a time. One in the 
bedroom, one having a free beer while he waited in the 
living room. All afternoon Tiger and Billy slyly let the 
word drop that a gorgeous young bird was available in a 
private flat. Not a hippy, nor a whore, but a sweet 
middle-class kid who was doing it for fun. 

The money was for the flat very expensive. Anyone 
interested had five days and nights in which to make up 
his mind. For the first three days they would keep the 
price at forty to fifty dollars, if the market could 
stand it, then lower the price every day down to twenty 
dollars. Anyone wanting two goes at her in one day got a 
reduction to thirty per. There were exceptions:

"Ever heard of Sergeant Wright?" Billy asked, leaning 
against the bar with Tiger, sinking large frothy 
"schooners" of beer.

"Sure, everybody's heard of him. One of the demons from 
the Vice Squad, ain't he?"

"Yeah. The bastard. Someone pimped about Princess Linda 
and he comes up to me an' says, 'Hear you've got some 
imported goods for sale, Mister Sutton."

"First I've heard of it, Sergeant, I told him."

"'Don't get shy,' he says. 'Just put my name down for a 
special sale price, will you? I'm off duty tonight at 
eleven. I'll be there at midnight. I know where it is. 
Here's ten dollars'."

"Jesus, what could I do? So I says OK mate, but just for 
you, not the whole bloody squad."

"'No, just me. I'm the only one of us who knows the 
address so far'."

Tiger interrupted Billy's story of the encounter with 
the plainclothes policeman from the notorious Vice Squad 
who were said to make more out of Sydney's brothels than 
the girls did themselves. "At least we didn't have to 
bribe the bastard. Wonder how he heard about Linda and 
where he got the address. As far as I know there have 
only been six blokes go to the apartment so far."

"There's always some pimp about. All we can hope for now 
is that no one else from the fuckin' Vice Squad hears 
about it. When you go up there, Billy, warn Hugh not to 
ask for any more money when Sergeant Wright turns up and 
tell him to give him all the booze he asks for. Hugh 
gets his ten bucks while we get the sweet fuckup."

A new record player had already been chosen, paid for 
and delivered. They all thought a little music would 
help provide a suitable atmosphere.

Tiger felt in his pocket the first few crisp ten-dollar 
bills made so easily in a couple of hours. They would 
all go back to Brisbane much richer than when they left. 
Tiger was not very bright but it took little brainwork 
to add up what Linda could earn in twelve out of every 
twenty-four hours, over five days. 

If the gross averaged out to thirty dollars a time, 
sixty dollars an hour or maybe more with some young 
customers who would cum as soon as they got up the 
little beauty that should work out to six hundred 
dollars a day! Three thousand dollars for the working 
week! Working out his own cut was too much for him.

"Let's have another 'schooner', Billy. We're gonna be 
rich by Saturday night!" He thought how much the Vice 
Squad must be raking off in bribes from Sydney's 
brothels: they're worse than the prostitutes, the 
bastards, he decided resentfully.

News about the girl spread out of the club to groups of 
men on the beach and in cafes and bars along the 
waterfront. Before evening when Sludge-Pump replaced him 
as a cunt-hustler, Billy was surprised at the variety of 
demands prospective clients were making. Two hard-bitten 
weather-worn shearers from a six-month shearing run in 
the Outback offered a hundred dollars each if they could 
both fuck her at the same time.

"You mean one up her cunt and the other up her ass?" 
Billy asked. No, they said, both in her cunt at the same 
time ... did he think they were queer?

An old pervert called Thornton, hearing that an underage 
girl was whoring in an apartment near the beach said he 
would pay the fifty if she was thirteen. That was his 
age limit and she had to suck him off he couldn't get a 
hard on for normal coitus.

"Sure," said Tiger, taking forty on the spot. "She'll be 
fourteen next month and she'll do anything." He wondered 
if he should phone Hugh to shave off the little patch of 
golden curls from around Linda's pussy and tell everyone 
that Linda was only thirteen. No, he finally decided, 
we'd have more than Sergeant Wright to cope with and all 
the dirty old men in Sydney would be hammering at the 
door.

Jim told Tiger how he'd managed to get his monster all 
the way up her anal passage and invited Tiger to share 
her with him so he could do it again, after they "shut 
up shop" that night.

"Tonight, after the last customer," he grinned 
lasciviously. "Yeah, after the pubs shut," Tiger agreed.

 * * *

The girl lying naked on the bed in the apartment 
overlooking Bondi's golden beach looked more like twenty 
than fifteen. There were dark shadows under her eyes, 
her blonde hair was matted from neglect, her down-drawn 
mouth was that of a jaded moll and her legs were spread 
sluttishly apart. She hardly ever bothered to change her 
position unless one of Hugh's numerous "friends" asked 
her to turn over or sit up to suck. 

For four days she had only left the bedroom to visit the 
bathroom or watch a midnight movie on television. 
Occasionally she ate a proper meal cooked for her by 
Hugh, otherwise she kept to her diet of hash cakes and 
vodka-spiked Cokes. Her body still glowed with the youth 
of a fifteen year old, contrasting with the dull 
expressionless face. She "entertained" these friends of 
Hugh's from about eleven in the morning until midnight. 
She was hardly conscious of whether it was day or night. 
She didn't care.

There was no feeling left in her except a constant flame 
of desire in her cunt. Strange, leering faces breathed 
beer odors into hers; sometimes she was hurt, men 
squeezing her firm young breasts, shoving fingers 
roughly into her anus, digging their fingernails into 
the tender flesh of her back and buttocks. 

Both her lips were bruised and swollen, the result of 
cruel bites from drunks and sadists. She had a cigarette 
burn mark near the pink nipple of one breast, a scar 
across her thigh, caused by the flailing belt buckle 
swung by a middle-aged drunk who insisted on being 
called Sergeant, and her neck was covered with blood 
bruises.

She hardly slept during the long hours when no one 
called at the apartment. Late at night when she went 
back to bed from watching television there was always a 
bed companion for the night: Tiger or Sludge-Pump 
sometimes both. She called him Sludge-Pump now. She 
loathed both of them, if she got around to thinking 
about it. She didn't care what they did with her: in 
fact, her orgasms were always much greater when they had 
her together late at night or before they went down for 
their morning swims in the surf.

One day she would go down with Jenny's board and swim 
out into the cool Pacific to cleanse herself of the 
nightmare she was enduring, suffering it because her 
mind was too pathetically weakened to deny the demands 
of her genitals or the fire of sensual desire raging day 
and night throughout her entire system.

One day, she couldn't remember which, she wrote a letter 
to her parents, a short note about how happy she was 
tripping around Queensland with Jenny. Hugh dictated the 
letter which he sent to a friend at Rockhampton to post 
back to Mr. and Mrs. Spender at Bondi Beach. She had 
written again, intending to throw the letter out of the 
window in the hope that someone would post it to her 
parents, but by then she had forgotten the address and 
the phone number; she wasn't allowed to use the phone 
and she was never left alone.

On the fifth day she asked for a television set to be 
installed in the bedroom so Hugh hired one which she 
left turned on all day, the sound turned up. She stared 
with drugged eyes, the sound drowning out the constant 
vulgarities pouring into her ears, while Hugh's friends 
ravished her. Instead of one or two men standing in the 
doorway while another lustily rammed and bounced her in 
the bed, the living room seemed packed with men 
drinking, talking, swearing and discussing money: 
"twenty dollars" were the only intelligible words she 
could distinguish from the babble of voices. 

Once she had counted the men who fucked her one way or 
the other during the day, feeling a strange kind of 
perverted satisfaction in knowing that she had cum so 
many times, feeling at the same time a relief that she 
should not have to see those friends of Hugh's again.

She couldn't count now. There were too many. One after 
the other. Undressing hurriedly, flopping heavily onto 
her body, squeezing her breasts, fumbling to find the 
entrance to her vagina, shoving hard into her wet crotch 
and kissing hard on her bruised lips as they rammed into 
her. 

As soon as the fuck finished in a grunting climax she 
would turn her head to watch the television until the 
man dressed and another came to stand by the bed, 
dropping his pants to reveal an erect cock and ripping 
off his shirt; she would watch until the new friend 
pulled her face around for the expected kiss.

She stopped eating the day before, refusing a greasy 
stew someone offered her during the short evening break 
and now, after twenty-four hours she felt no appetite, 
merely a thirst for vodkas and Coke. She never answered 
any questions, the only time she spoke was when Hugh 
would come into the bedroom.

"Where's Jenny? Is Jenny back?" she would ask 
listlessly.

She intended to kill Jenny. Why, she could not remember. 
She had a long pair of scissors on the dressing table. 
She wanted Jenny so that she could stick the scissors in 
her guts.

The life savers were worried enough about her 
deteriorating condition to put the closed sign up early 
that night. Jenny might return on the ten o'clock plane 
and Linda might pass out completely from lack of food 
and sleep. She looked terrible. Tiger was sent to stand 
outside the entrance of the apartment building to warn 
all clients that the girl had gone and that a 
respectable lady had taken over the apartment. They 
regretted their decision, thinking that perhaps Linda 
could fuck on until ten.

Their decision was enforced by the law. Sergeant Wright, 
with four officers; from his squad, arrived at half-past 
eight. It was the first time the Sergeant had been back 
and this time it was semi-official in that he was 
prepared to use his authority if Hugh and his friends 
didn't comply with his requests. The apartment quickly 
emptied of horny drunks when the cops walked in. The 
word would spread throughout the club that the place had 
been raided. The "Princess brothel", as the apartment 
had become known at the club and with local taxi 
drivers, was now permanently closed.

"Yes," Sergeant Wright said to Hugh as they stood in the 
kitchen with the door closed. "Five hundred dollars is a 
very fair contribution to the Police Fund. I don't think 
it'll break you boys. If your father wasn't a police 
sergeant, Hugh Watson, the donation would have been 
about two thousand. We know that the four of you have 
been very lucky in business lately."

He couldn't quite catch Hugh's mumbled reply. He heard 
him clearly enough offer him and the other plain-clothes 
officers an hour or two with the blonde nymphet, an 
offer he refused, having looked at the bedraggled 
creature curled on the bed, staring at a television 
program of life in a convent.

"Well, good luck boys in the championships at Coogee 
tomorrow. I think you'd better have an early night, 
don't you? And send that girl away ... she might give 
the neighborhood a bad name. Goodnight." The sergeant 
walked out, followed by his men. 

They would collect fifty each and he would give his wife 
three hundred to stash away in her secret bank account. 
A good start to a busy Saturday night ... next there 
would be the exercise of punching drunks before a free 
late supper downtown at Sammy's nite-spot. 

He wondered how a young girl like that American whore 
could age so much in five days. Probably drugs! 
Remembering that Hugh's father was a dumb cop on the 
beat in Brisbane he resisted the temptation to turn 
back. Hugh was probably giving some of his earnings to 
his old man. He looked like a nice kid.

"That's the end of the party, boys!" the nice kid was 
saying as he held up a beer-glass full of champagne. 
"Here's to the little Princess!" The others interrupted 
their counting of hundreds of fives and tens to lift 
their mugs of champagne to the toast. "Here's to the 
little Princess!"

"Come out and join us, Linda," Billy called. "The 
party's over. Come and have a farewell drink!"

There was no reply. Linda was asleep with the light 
blazing over the bed, the television blaring. Billy went 
in, turned out the light and switched off the set. He 
shut the door softly. Tomorrow, someone would have to 
deliver her to wherever she lived. Tomorrow was Sunday. 
Another surf carnival with hundreds of luscious young 
birds wanting to be picked up by glamorous life savers.

 * * *

Linda slept for twelve hours, a dreamless uninterrupted 
sleep that enabled her youthful reserves to resuscitate 
her nervous and physically exhausted body. When Hugh and 
Billy awakened her she drank her orange juice and 
ravenously ate her ham and eggs. She asked for the 
television to be switched on, feeling cheated when Hugh 
shook his head.

"The party's over, Princess."

"Don't call me that. My name's Linda. Do you want to 
fuck me, Hugh? Do you, Billy?"

They both laughed. They were dressed in their green 
surfing costumes with that odd zig-zagged stripe of red 
running all the way down to their bulging genitals.

"Time for a surf before you go home, Linda," Hugh said. 
"You haven't tried Jenny's board yet."

"Is Jenny here? I want to talk to her."

"No, she's been delayed in Melbourne. Here, put on this 
bikini and we'll go down to the beach." He gave her one 
of Jenny's bikinis which she slowly pulled on and they 
each held her arms to guide her unsteadily down to the 
beach. Tiger and Sludge-Pump had gone with the rest of 
the Brisbane team over to the beach at Coogee.

Walking into the sea, the first small wave rolling near 
the shore knocked her over, her legs weak from lying in 
bed for five days and nights. They held her up as 
succeeding waves rolled in. They tried to get her on the 
surfboard but she kept slipping off so they let her 
swim, holding her head up when the force of waves 
threatened to dump her. After half an hour a weak smile 
came to her lips as she sensed her freedom and her body 
responded to the revitalizing action of the sea.

"Time to go back," Hugh announced, holding her hand to 
lead her regretfully from the water.

"I won't go back with you. I want to stay here," she 
begged, fearful that her liberation from that apartment 
was about to end, that she would again have to endure 
the terrifying nightmare. "I ... I know where I live. 
I'm going home to my parents."

"Sure you are, Linda. As soon as you wash the salt water 
off and get dressed you'll be free to go home. I 
promise." Hugh gave her his best winning smile. Jesus, I 
don't want a scene on the beach. The bitch might start 
callin' for the cops. They both breathed a sigh of 
relief when she stopped trying to go back into the surf 
and walked with them towards the promenade. Back in the 
apartment they showered her, shampooed her hair, dried 
it with the blower, dressed her and told her to use 
Jenny's cosmetics to hide some of the marks on her neck. 
They were proud of their work: They'd never groomed a 
girl before. They dressed in shirts and shorts, packed 
their carnival gear into a bag and escorted Linda along 
the street to her apartment.

"Er, you'd better explain to your parents about your 
swollen mouth, Linda. Tell 'em you fell of a horse up in 
Queensland," Hugh said as they stopped outside the 
entrance to her apartment building. "Well, eh, cheerio, 
Linda. It's been nice, er, meetin' you."

Linda entered the building without a word and without 
glancing back. She couldn't believe it was all over and 
that they were actually letting her go. She let herself 
into the apartment, a nervous apprehension stirring in 
her stomach. The place was empty. On her bed she found a 
note: "Darling Princess. In case you return while we're 
at church: Welcome home! We're longing to see you. Lots 
of love, Mom And Dad."

 * * *

Tears welled up in her eyes. How could I ever have 
blamed them for what they did at home that night? she 
thought guiltily. I willingly submitted to degrading 
acts which they would never believed existed. In a way 
she wished she could tell them about it but she never 
could the generation gap was far too wide.

Quantas flew its Jumbo jet out of Kingsford Smith 
airport on the first leg of its flight to San Francisco, 
an early morning flight with Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Spender 
and daughter Linda among the first-class passengers. 
Linda gazed out at a cloudless sky, as the jet made its 
curving climb, looking back at the golden strips of sand 
running disconnected for miles along the Australian 
coast. 

She picked out Bondi Beach, the first strip of sand 
south of the harbor heads, and instead of feeling tired 
and happy now that she was flying far away from the 
scene of her degradation, she felt sad and humiliated. 
She had arrived in Sydney almost believing that she was 
a princess. She could now see herself in perspective, 
and though very much sadder she believed she was a 
little wiser than when she had rushed, carefree and 
innocent into the surf that day two weeks ago.

The sun cast its rays through the window of the huge 
plane, Linda feeling the heat of it through her thin 
cotton dress, gradually inducing a feeling of euphoria, 
listlessness that allowed her body to relax in the semi-
reclined seat. Her hand resting in her lap, she 
unconsciously pressed gently down on the swollen mound. 
She did not think of Hugh, Billy, Tiger, Jim and Jenny; 
she thought of Tom, her decent, well-bred boyfriend 
waiting for her at Long Beach. She thought of his rather 
small, white cock. She felt sexier. 

She thought of how things would be different this time, 
when they were again together in his convertible. She 
covered her hand with her sweater so that she could 
press her middle finger down into the soft lips to 
stroke her clitoris. She wouldn't shy away from Tom. She 
would suck his cock and fill her mouth with the creamy 
cum that had once so terrified her. She would take him 
and all of his friends from his class, if they wanted 
her.

She thought of Tom's thirteen year old sister: She was 
almost ripe! Princess Linda would give them all a royal 
fuck. Fuck! What a lovely word!

"You all right, Princess?" called her father from across 
the aisle.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm perfectly content," she replied. "But I 
sure can't wait to get home."

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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