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Angie Makes Friends
By Anonymous Author (1999)
Originally published by TheEditor

***

A high school girl growing up in a loveless home, comes 
of age the hard way. (Mm+/f-teen, ped, bi, reluc, gb, 
orgy)

***

Chapter 1
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"All the students whose names I called will leave now 
and report to the auditorium for the sex education film 
for freshmen," Mrs. Hildebrande announced.

A banging of seats and books ensued and twenty-five of 
the thirty students in the room rose or prepared to 
rise.

On his way out, Brad Harker stopped to leer at Doug 
Fleming and Angie Marlowe. "You little kiddies be good 
while we're gone."

"We don't have to take courses in sex to find out what 
it's all about," Angie retorted tartly.

Doug looked up from his biology book and whispered 
composedly. "Don't fuck all the girls while the lights 
are out."

Brad laughed confidently. "If I fucked one, that would 
be more than you ever have."

Doug's face flushed with anger.

"You might be surprised," Angie said, taking Doug's 
side.

"Are you kidding? This retard is a dull grind," Brad 
said positively. "The local genius! Studying and 
research projects. That's all he's ever done. He's 
never seen a single sex education film in his life and 
never taken out a girl."

"You don't know all the things I study or the projects 
I work on," Doug said coolly.

"Who're you trying to put on!" Brad said unimpressed.

"Well, you don't know," Angie said staunchly. "Doug 
learns a lot about sex from his father and I learn 
about it from my father. We don't need to go to those 
sex classes."

A loud rapping interrupted the conversation.

"Everyone out, please," Mrs. Hildebrande said crisply.

"Get your ass in gear," Doug said in a superior tone to 
Brad.

Brad looked first at Angie then at Doug, doubt 
flickering in his eyes.

"If you two know so much about sex, why have you held 
out on the rest of us?"

Doug and Angie stared at him with poker faces.

Brad looked at them sardonically. "I'll be asking you 
soon. You better know something worth knowing." He 
turned and walked away.

The two watched Brad disappear out the door, then Doug 
turned to Angie.

"I didn't know you knew so much about sex."

She flared back defensively, "I didn't know you knew so 
much either."

As soon as all the students were gone, Mrs. Hildebrande 
tapped for attention again. "Because there are only a 
few of you left in the study hall, you may study, read, 
or talk, if you keep your voices low." She smiled at 
them graciously and then turned her attention to 
grading papers.

Doug felt that same old sinking feeling in his stomach 
that he'd felt so often lately. The harder he tried to 
live a peaceful, logical existence, the quicker he 
found himself entangled in an impossible situation. Why 
had he taken offense to Brad's childish words? He knew 
what a silly ass Brad was. 

He thought he had inured himself to the stigma of being 
left out of the sex education classes long ago, but 
here he was -- upset again. He guessed he wasn't 
missing much anyway. Probably the same old anatomical 
diagrams his father had showed him on the sly. And the 
school board members didn't allow the teachers to talk 
about anything really interesting or exciting anyway. 
So why was he annoyed? Mainly because he wanted to 
know, he admitted to himself. Really know what sex was 
all about. 

For the past year he had been merely curious, but 
lately he had gotten obsessed with the idea of knowing 
about it. Probably had something to do with all those 
wet dreams he'd had lately. He knew he shouldn't care 
what the other kids thought of him. But he did. He 
couldn't stand the thought of Brad's face smiling 
triumphantly when he found out Doug didn't know 
anything about sex. Telling all the other kids.

Angie's mind was working overtime. It wasn't her fault 
she didn't know about sex, it was her mother's fault. 
Any time the subject came up her mother reacted 
violently against it. Angie could never find out why. 
Her mother wouldn't tell her anything about sex. It was 
always 'Nice girls don't sit with their legs apart. 
Nice girls don't say those words. Nice girls don't ask 
those questions until they're old enough.' 

Hell, if sex was such a bad thing, why were adults 
always wanting to do it? Why did they think it was such 
a big thing? Could it really hurt children to know 
about it? Her father didn't think so. He'd wanted to 
tell her about sex several times but her mother always 
butted in. Then there'd be a big scene. Her mother 
would scream about getting a divorce, making a big 
scandal. Her father would end up shaking her out of her 
hysteria and her mother would shout, 'Don't touch me 
with your filthy obscene hands! Not after you've 
touched all your nurses.' Angie wondered what she meant 
by those words. Did her father have sex with his 
nurses? He probably didn't with her mother -- she 
wouldn't even let him touch her.

A poke in her back roused Angie from her thoughts. She 
turned to face Doug.

"Tell me all you know about sex," Doug commanded.

"Look," she retorted, "I was only trying to help you 
out. Brad was so obnoxious."

"I didn't need your help before, I need it now."

"Don't you know anything about sex?" Angie asked 
pityingly.

Doug blushed. "Of course I do. But Brad doesn't want to 
know ordinary facts."

"What makes you think I'd know anything different?"

"Your father is a medical doctor, isn't he?"

"He doesn't consult me about his work," Angie said, 
deliberately aggravating.

"Haven't you kept your eyes and ears open and picked up 
a thing or two?"

"Mmmm," Angie said mysteriously, fluttering her 
eyelashes at him provocatively.

I wonder if she's been laid yet, Doug asked himself. 
She has a wide mouth. If the grandmother tales are 
right, she should have a large vagina.

Angie nervously drummed her fingers on the desk. "My 
father does have a lot of medical books in his office." 
But I haven't read any of them, she finished in her 
mind.

"You've read them?"

"Well... Just glanced at a few," she lied. I am going 
to read them.

Soon, she thought. No matter what Mom says. I've waited 
long enough.

"What did they say?" Maybe he could get her into a 
petting session, if she wouldn't go all the way.

"There were a lot of diagrams, like in the biology 
book." That was safe to say.

"Anything new?" Doug asked hopefully. "About how it's 
done?" Would she go to bed with me? I'm not very good-
looking. Would any girl?

"Mmmm." Angie looked down at her fingernails. She 
wasn't going to tell him she didn't know anything.

"I can tell. You didn't understand them." Girls were so 
dumb. On the other hand, that might be an asset. Would 
she or wouldn't she?

"Well, at least I know where it's at," Angie said 
daringly. She laughed. I wonder if he's tried it yet? 
Maybe Brad's right -- he's not interested. If he'd come 
over, we might try it!

"Maybe if you could borrow one of your father's books, 
we could study it together."

"Yes? Where would we study it?"

"In the library?"

Angie shook her head. "Too public."

"At my house?"

"I can't go out with boys. My mother won't let me until 
I'm sixteen." Her tone was martyred.

Why in the hell is she encouraging me to ask then? Doug 
was outraged.

"You could tell her you were visiting a girlfriend," he 
said mildly.

A knot of sorrow caught in Angie's throat. How she 
wished she could! She'd wanted to have a close friend 
for so long. But the girls never seemed to notice her. 
She'd even thought of going up to one -- Mary Jane 
Watson especially, she was so popular -- and starting a 
conversation. But she'd never had the nerve. At the 
last moment, she felt cowed. Out loud she said, "My 
mother knows I don't have any girlfriends."

"Oh." Doug felt defeated.

Angie saw the disappointment on his face. Maybe he is 
ready, she thought. What we couldn't do together. She 
leaned closer to him. "But you could come to my house."

Doug looked at her and blinked his eyes. She was such 
an illogical girl.

Jumping from negative to positive.

"Unless you're afraid to," she jibed.

At last! A proposition. Loud and clear. Why not? Her 
parents probably went out a lot anyway. He smiled. 
"When?"

"Tonight?"

He could re-arrange his schedule. Put off starting that 
new research project. "What time?"

"7:30?" Will he have enough nerve to come? she asked 
herself.

"Okay," Will she let me do it to her? he asked himself.

* * *

That night it seemed as if everyone was watching him as 
he walked the two blocks to her house. He stood 
uneasily on the doorstep and rang the bell. As soon as 
she opened the door, he escaped inside.

"Come," she said.

She had on some fancy lounging pajamas in a slinky 
material that moved sensuously with every step she 
took. Her smooth undulating buttocks fascinated him. 
What law of engineering did they operate under?

The room was way in the back of the house, isolated 
from the other rooms. He felt a little shocked as he 
stepped into it and saw the bed. This was her bedroom!

"Drinking?" She held up a bottle of wine.

Doug nodded casually. He thought, anything you can do, 
I can do.

A stereo on the wall was blaring rock-n-roll music. 
'Let me, baby, baby, won't you let me?' the young voice 
sang sensually to the pounding beat. Doug felt his 
heart begin pounding.

Angie smiled slyly as she handed him the large wine 
glass filled to the brim. She held up her glass in a 
toast. "To your health," she said and drank.

Nervously, Doug gulped the wine down, hardly tasting 
its sourness. Angie refilled his glass. Her liquid 
brown eyes were excited. They kept looking at him 
expectantly.

What did she want of him? "Did you get a book?"

"Oh, I meant to tell you," she said casually. "My 
mother doesn't allow me in the office. We'll have to 
break in."

"Break in?"

"You're supposed to be a genius," she cooed. "It isn't 
that hard to pick locks, is it?"

"Depends on the lock. I don't have any tools with me."

They went to the front of the house and Doug inspected 
the office door. He shook his head. "The spring is too 
heavy. It would take me two or three hours to open it."

"Damn!" Angie said impatiently.

"Any other openings to the office? Doors? Windows?"

"No other doors. There are windows in two walls, the 
front of the house and the side."

"Let's go out and look them over."

Outside, Doug decided it would be easier and less 
conspicuous to climb the tree on the side of the house 
and try to open the side window. He climbed up the tree 
and walked along the branch toward the window. The limb 
was weak and every time he neared the window, he would 
dangle just out of reach of the window sill. He bounced 
several times before he finally caught the sill; then 
he laboriously pulled himself up until he had both 
elbows on it. Gently, he pushed at the window, hoping 
it was unlocked. It was. He pushed it open and 
scrambled inside.

Angie ran inside the house and Doug let her in the 
office. Together they read the titles of the books on 
the shelves. Encyclopedia of Sexual Behavior looked 
promising but turned out to be a book of definitions. 
Sterility and Its Treatment contained nothing of 
interest at all, at least, what they could understand 
of it. The Principles and Practice of Gynecology had 
some large diagrams of female genitalia drawn from 
about every angle. However, the pictures were so 
detailed that both Doug and Angie got lost trying to 
understand them.

"Doesn't your father have any easy books?" Doug asked 
despairingly.

"Something for beginners?"

"He might at the hospital. I don't know." Books, she 
thought contemptuously. How much do you learn from 
books? Damned little!

"There's only one other way," Doug said, eyeing her 
tentatively. Will she or won't she? he kept asking 
himself.

"What?" she asked innocently. Does he mean what I think 
he does? She didn't know him well enough to guess.

"Try it," he said firmly. He was shaking inside, 
waiting for her explosion. Suppose she laughed at him?

Angie stared boldly back into his eyes. "How much do 
you know about it?"

He might as well take the chance. "Nothing. How much do 
you?"

"Nothing." I might as well admit it, she thought.

"Well?" he said matter-of-factly, "are you game?"

Her eyes recognized the challenge in his. "If you are." 
Can I go through with it? She wasn't sure.

"Let's go back to your room."

They carefully arranged the office as they had found it 
and went out the door, setting the handle, so it would 
lock behind them.

Back in her bedroom, Angie opened a dresser drawer. 
"I'll put a nightie on."

"You don't need one. It's better naked, they say."

"I'd rather." She dropped her eyes and rushed past him 
to the bathroom and closed the door.

Doug felt curiously abandoned. He undressed slowly, 
piece by piece, and waited, sitting on the bed. Time 
passed and he shivered. Was it anticipation or was it 
cold? His mind was racing. Was he really going to find 
out what sex was like? He hadn't thought his chance 
would come so soon. He glanced at the clock on the 
nightstand. 8:30. Angie had better start moving, he 
couldn't stay much longer. And he was getting cold.

An idea came to him. He went over to the dresser, 
rummaged through a drawer, picked out a frilly short 
nightgown and put it on. He knocked on the bathroom. 
"Angie? Angie?"

No answer.

He tried the door knob gently. It turned. He opened the 
door slowly and peeked in. Angie was sitting on the 
toilet, staring at the floor in front of her.

Doug stepped into the bathroom, walked into her line of 
vision and stopped.

Angie's eyes slowly took in the long bony feet; they 
followed up the hairy skinny legs and on up to the bony 
knees just below the edge of the ruffle. Then her eyes 
jumped to his face.

Doug simpered. "When is the slumber party going to 
start?"

He looked so grotesque pretending to be a girl that 
Angie had to laugh, "Now. I'll be right out," she said 
when she could stop laughing.

"Hurreee," Doug said in a forced feminine falsetto. 
"I've got so much to tell you. And we've got so much to 
do!"

Angie started laughing again and motioned him out.

Doug fluttered his fingers goodbye to her and clowned 
like a showgirl before he closed the door. He grinned 
to himself as he slipped out of the nightie and climbed 
into bed. He laid his glasses on the nightstand. The 
price one had to pay for a woman! He felt old and 
experienced.

Angie bustled into the room, avoiding his eyes. She 
turned down the stereo. "It's too light in here." She 
turned off the lamp; the room became black. Shyly, she 
climbed into bed beside him.

His angular firm body felt strange and exciting to her. 
Each time she felt a part of his body touch hers -- a 
shoulder or a leg or a hip -- electric sparks flashed 
through her body and she would edge away nervously. 
She'd never felt like this before.

The excitement of feeling Angie's softly rounded body 
near his erected his penis. He put out a hand to touch 
her, but she pulled away.

"You said you would, Angie," he reminded her in a low 
voice.

"It feels funny and I'm a little afraid," she whimpered 
in her low little girl voice.

I can force her, he thought. It would be so easy. His 
desire demanded to be sated. He imagined forcing 
himself on her. But after the fantasy faded he knew he 
could not. I can't take it unless she gives it to me. 
Strange. As sick as he was of her virginity, he 
couldn't just take her. Damn! Why should he have to be 
this way? There were always catches to everything.

"Of course it does," he said soothingly. "It feels 
strange to me too. The first time always does."

Doug lay there, silently cursing himself for being the 
way he was. Damn, he was burning. His penis wanted in. 
He sighed deeply.

Angie heard his sigh and thought, he's thinking of Brad 
and all those kids at school. Facing them would be 
awful if they didn't do it. She slid over against him 
and whispered. "Go ahead, do it to me."

Awkwardly Doug climbed onto her and gently spread her 
slightly resisting legs apart. He had to kneel to 
examine her pussy. Where was her vaginal opening? She 
was so nervous it made him feel nervous. She tensed and 
jumped when he touched the soft curls of her sparse 
young pubic hair. He gently parted it with his thumbs 
and separated her outer cuntal lips and felt for the 
inner labia. His finger explored downward for the 
vaginal opening. When he found the tiny pink mouth it 
was throbbing gently. He pressed the moist fleshy lips 
open and she jumped and tensed her body even more.

Embarrassment swept over him. He had never imagined sex 
would feel as bad as this! But he couldn't stop now, 
not with her lying here with her legs spread so far 
apart for him. He lowered his body down on top of her 
and pressed his hard penis against her tight vaginal 
opening and Angie tried to wiggle away. So many strange 
emotions and sensations flowed through her body. This 
was too real, her mind screamed. Too obscene. Not 
beautiful and romantic as she had dreamed. Fright 
clutched her.

Doug kept trying hard to push his hardened cock into 
her and she kept wiggling away from him until she had 
retreated all the way to the foot of the bed. Nervous 
and preoccupied with the mechanics of the act, Doug 
suddenly felt his penis go limp in his fingers. 
Humiliated, he stopped trying and lay breathing heavily 
beside her.

Both lay there wondering what would happen next. Should 
they say something?

After a moment or two, Doug's nervous tension lessened 
and his penis erected again. It was burning to enter 
her. Blindly he again fumbled between her legs. He 
tried two or three times, but each time his desire was 
destroyed by the frustration of his failure to enter 
her.

Was this the sex extolled in rhyme throughout the ages? 
That drove men on to greater glories? He couldn't 
believe that even his father would put up with this 
with his mother every night.

His penis erected again. Plucky Pierre! One more try, 
he promised himself. This is as bad as some of those 
chemical experiments that wouldn't turn out, he 
thought. This time he wormed the smooth rubbery head a 
little way in, only to slip out. His spirits rose and 
his desire with them.

Angie was moaning with pain; tears were streaming down 
her cheeks.

Oblivious to her, Doug poised his now desperately 
throbbing cock outside her vagina and gave a strong 
pelvic thrust.

Angie tensed, cried out in pain, then blacked out. 
Losing consciousness caused her to relax momentarily 
and her vagina opened involuntarily and slipped like a 
warm, tight glove over his penis. Blood gushed out and 
felt hot on his legs.

Doug thrashed frantically over her a few times; then he 
felt the cum bursting deep down inside her quivering 
little belly. A sudden intense feeling and then it was 
gone. Angie didn't react at all, as far as he could 
tell. Her legs lay limp and wide-spread out on either 
side of his body.

He felt spent. His penis relaxed and slipped out when 
he moved, so he rolled off of her and laid alongside 
her. He tried to analyze what had happened. He'd been 
awfully hot outside her but as soon as he'd got in, 
he'd become instantaneously hotter. And then he 
couldn't recall what had happened. Exactly. Was that 
all there was to it? He was disappointed. He had 
expected more than a transient intense feeling and then 
whammo, nothing! He really hadn't felt much. Most of 
the excitement came from the knowledge that he, Douglas 
Fleming, had finally and actually had intercourse with 
a live girl.

Angie felt battered physically and mentally. Pain ached 
between her legs. Her thoughts spun in a senseless 
whirl. Every nerve end tingled. Emotions flickered 
lightning-like throughout her body. She felt dirtied -- 
raped. How animal! Repulsive! How could men like it? 
Did they?

"Did you like it, Doug?" she finally managed to stammer 
out.

"Well, not a lot," Doug hedged. "It happened too fast. 
Sudden like. Did you feel it?"

"No. It hurt. I don't see how anyone enjoys it. My 
mother must be right. It's only for men to enjoy."

"This is just the first time," Doug argue. "In science 
you don't build your theories on the first experiment. 
Or on negative evidence."

"But what if that's all there is to it?"

Doug snorted. "Highly unlikely. Why are adults always 
so crazy about it?"

"I'm sure I don't know. And I don't care to," she added 
petulantly.

Doug tried to reason it out. "If adults like it so 
much, there must be a pleasurable feeling to it or they 
wouldn't do it. If we didn't feel pleasure, we mustn't 
have done it right. Therefore, the sex act has to be 
learned, I guess."

"Animals don't have to learn it," Angie said.

"Most of them live by instinct. Humans are animals too, 
but specialized animals. They differ from the lower 
animals in several ways. They have to learn lots of 
things -- why not the sex act?"

Angie felt cheated. She had expected so much and all 
she'd gotten was a pain between her legs! She would 
have loved to enjoy it to get even with her mother. 
Damnation! And here the old turd turned out to be 
right. That hurt even worse than the screwing! Now all 
she could do was go up to the old bitch and say, "Mom, 
you're right. Screwing is a pain in the ass." Wow! 
That'd make the old witch drop her choppers. She'd love 
to see the expression on her face!

Doug was lost in thought. Were virgins always that hard 
to get into?

That girl had a natural chastity belt! He thought he'd 
never make it. Sometimes that old try, try again 
routine really pays off. He chuckled mentally. He 
wouldn't mind trying it again. Right now. But he didn't 
think Angie'd go for it. He stole a sidelong glance at 
her. She was frowning. No. Better not push his luck. 
But there was that one moment there. A mind blowing 
feeling barely started. If he only could have held it 
longer. And longer and longer. He tried to imagine it 
again, but he couldn't. He wondered if Brad had ever 
felt it. He bet not. Not if he accused them of holding 
out on information. He just had to do it again. To see 
if he could recapture that feeling.

"Let's try it again, Angie," he said enthusiastically.

"No. No." She rolled away from him. "I don't want to!"

"Not tonight," he reassured her. "Another night. After 
we've had time to learn how to do it right."

"It wasn't any fun for me," she pouted.

"But it could be," he said optimistically. "Think of 
all the married people that go to bed every night..."

Angie interrupted. "My parents don't."

"They don't?"

"No, they don't," Angie said strongly. "My mother won't 
even let my father touch her. She has her own bedroom."

"Well, where did you come from?" Doug asked. "Are you 
adopted?"

"No, I'm not," she said indignantly. "My mother had a 
hard time when I was born. She told me. She doesn't 
really like kids -- or husbands. We make her nervous."

Doug looked into Angie's eyes. "She just got scared 
off. Before it got to be fun. Are you going to be like 
her? Quit too soon?"

Angie looked deep into his eyes. What was his game? Did 
he like her at all? Just a little bit? He didn't just 
want to hurt her again? She hesitated.

Doug put his arm around her and hugged her to him. "I'm 
sorry I hurt you this time, Angie. Really. I know it 
was rough on you. It was partly the way you're made. I 
had to break your hymen. Before we try it next time, 
we'll learn something about it. We'll make a special 
project of it. We'll get some books. I'll study about 
the physiology and anatomy of sex and you'll study 
about the techniques of doing it. What do you say?"

Angie snuggled against his bare chest. She did like the 
feel of his naked male body and the smell of it, too. 
It felt comforting to be in his arms. And he was so 
eager and happy. She liked to see him smile. He looked 
different with his glasses off. A suspicion entered her 
mind.

"Did you feel something I didn't?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," she said impatiently.

He stopped to consider whether he should tell her or 
not before he replied. Hell, why not? Maybe he could 
give her a false hope. He looked in to her eyes. "Well, 
just for a minute there, I had this intense feeling. 
But it went away before I could analyze it."

Angie's curiosity was aroused. "An intense feeling? Do 
you suppose a girl is supposed to feel it, too?"

"They must," Doug said positively. "All these 
mistresses the French kings had in the history books. I 
bet they didn't fuck just for jewels!"

Angie considered the lewd word for a moment. "Does your 
mother f-fuck with your father?"

"Of course. And they're always feeling each other up. 
When they think I'm not looking," he added.

They stared into each other's eyes, each weighing the 
idea and the other's reaction.

"If it didn't hurt so much," she whined.

"You're going to be like your mother," Doug warned.

"No!" Angie said angrily.

"Give yourself a chance to get used to it," Doug 
pleaded. "It probably doesn't hurt when it's done 
right. I'll try to help you. Come on, let me fuck you 
once more. Please?"

Angie couldn't resist his begging eyes. "Okay. Once 
more. Only."

"It'll be better next time, you'll see," he said 
confidently. "We'll be able to tell brad lots of 
things."

"Not that we did it," Angie objected.

"Not that," he agreed.

"Are you sure we can find some good books?" she 
worried.

"Lots of them. The library must be full of them."

"I've never run across any," she said pensively.

"If I don't find any book, I'll spy on my parents," he 
said grandly.

Angie gasped in shock, "You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?" Doug said boldly. "They're always 
encouraging me in my research work,"

A picture of Doug peeking out from a closet at his 
parents humping in bed filled Angie's mind. She started 
to giggle uncontrollably. Doug caught her hysteria. 
They wrapped their arms around each other and rolled on 
the bed, laughing wildly.

 
Chapter 2
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Angie was lying on a down-filled bed, dreaming. Out of 
the darkness, a man's voice softly whispered in her 
ear. "I love you." A gentle breath in her ear sent 
thrills through her body. She turned toward him and 
held his arms out toward him. Eagerly, he came into her 
arms and twined his own about her. She delighted 
feeling his body against hers. His strong sinewy 
muscles were commanding and protective. They kissed and 
fires started burning within her. Their fingers began 
to explore each other. Her mind began to reel as 
passion consumed her.

Suddenly, an intense light came on, so bright that it 
dazzled her closed eyes. She opened them and looked. 
Her lover was her father! Before she had time to sort 
out that fact, she felt a cold presence and looked to 
see her mother approaching the bed. The horrible 
expression on her mother's face struck her dumb. She 
couldn't breath. Waves of fear immobilized her. Her 
mother's cold eyes bore relentlessly into hers. She 
began to choke, to fight for breath...

And then she woke up. Startled, she looked around the 
room to see if her mother was there. She was not. With 
a loud sigh, she lay back and tried to relax -- to 
think.

Why did she have such an awful dream? Her own father? 
She loved him but she hadn't really thought about doing 
it with him before. And her mother. That set 
expression. How cruel, unforgiving. What if she did 
find out? About her and Doug? Her mother would never 
forgive her. Never.

She shouldn't do it again. It was too risky. When Doug 
came on Friday, she'd tell him. No more. Enough. He has 
plenty to tell Brad now. More than enough. He'll be 
satisfied.

The argument sounded so reasonable in her mind. Surely 
Doug would go along with it. Peace flooded her mind for 
a time.

She began thinking about Doug. What a funny boy. Nice, 
really. Considerate. But he had his funny little ways. 
The way he sat his glasses so precisely on the 
nightstand. Always trying to explain everything. Think 
things through. Oh, yes. Think things through. The 
words struck an alarm. His insistence on completing a 
project. He wouldn't want to stop until he felt he had 
found out all he could find out. How could she overcome 
that? Persuade him to stop?

She concentrated very hard, but no ready answer came to 
mind. It was hopeless to tell him she knew all she 
wanted to know. But... if she could tell him she knew 
all she wanted to know. Yes. If she could say she'd 
talked it over with her mother... She didn't need to 
know any more, thank you very much. We can still be 
friends. Maybe it would work.

The more she thought about it, the better the plan 
seemed to her. Cheered, she decided to ask her mother 
about sex at the first opportunity. Then she could go 
back to her old life. Not very exciting. Not exciting 
at all. But secure.

The alarm on the clock-radio rang. Angie reached over 
and turned it off. She decided to dress quickly so she 
could get to breakfast early. Maybe she'd have a chance 
to ask her mother then.

Angie watched her mother furtively, trying to discern 
her mood.

Mrs. Marlowe bustled between the kitchen and the 
breakfast nook. Anxious lines creased her forehead; her 
mouth drew stern lines around her set jaw. No sooner 
had she sat down at the table and spread her napkin in 
her lap the toast popped up and she noticed the jam 
spoon wasn't on the table so she got up and bustled off 
to the kitchen to get it.

When she returned to the table she meticulously set 
about buttering her toast. Her face was seriously 
intent, as if she were writhing the Declaration of 
Independence.

Angie decided that her mother was behaving normally so 
she might as well ask her now.

"Mom," she asked hesitantly," why couldn't I go to the 
sex education classes this year."

Mrs. Marlowe looked at her sharply. "Why should you go 
this year? What makes it any different than any other 
year?"

"Our biology teacher says everybody should know about 
sex by the time they're fourteen. And I'm fourteen 
now."

"You're still a child."

"No, I'm not. I've been menstruating for two years."

"That doesn't matter. You're not old enough to marry. 
You don't need to know until then."

"Does one have to be married to be able to understand 
sex? How come Maggie could get pregnant without being 
married?"

Mrs. Marlowe screeched angrily. "Put that out of your 
mind. Maggie was just a maid -- she was no lady."

"How come other parents let their children learn about 
sex?"

Mrs. Marlowe choked drinking her coffee. She banged her 
cup down on it's saucer. "Other people have no morals, 
no standards. I'm not responsible for what they do. 
They should know better, but unfortunately they don't. 
They should be made to act decently."

Angie's heart felt cold as she listened to her mother's 
venomous voice.

She felt a lecture coming on.

Mrs. Marlowe warmed to the topic. "I'm not responsible 
for all the filth in the world. It's the other people. 
Flocking to see dirty movies and plays, buying dirty 
books and magazines. Corrupting their children and 
trying to corrupt decent people's children. Everywhere 
you turn, you can't escape from filth. Now they're 
trying to drag it into the schools. Filling innocent 
children's minds with dirty thought..."

Angie's mind got confused listening to her mother's 
tirade. The sex her mother ranted against couldn't be 
the same kind she and Doug experienced. Anger stirred 
within her. "Is sex so bad, mother? Is it? I thought it 
was a way to love another person?"

"That's not love," her mother said scornfully. "Love is 
pure. You love someone in your mind, not with your 
body. Love is not physical and -- and -- dirty!" She 
shook with repulsive excitement.

"How can it only be in the mind," Angie objected. "Why 
is it, when I feel love for Salome, I want to touch 
her. Hug her and kiss her?"

"Salome's just a cat," her mother said coldly.

"But can't you feel this way about people, too?" Angie 
insisted. "Once you get to know them, you want to touch 
them?"

Mrs. Marlowe leaned toward Angie, her eyes glaring. 
"Nasty!"

"What's nasty about it?" Angie challenged. "Shouldn't 
people love each other that way?"

Mrs. Marlowe pulled herself back and sat up straight. 
Her face showed anger, confusion and suspicion. "You're 
not doing anything dirty, are you?"

Angie thought of the sensual love she and Doug felt 
together. That wasn't dirty. That was exciting and 
good. It couldn't be dirty. Her eyes met and held her 
mother's eyes. "No, I'm not doing anything dirty. How 
can I? I don't know what it is."

"You'd better not," her mother snapped. "You'll answer 
to me if you do."

Abruptly, Angie said, "It's getting late. I've got to 
go to school."

* * *

All the way to school, Angie's mind was in a turmoil. 
She felt she should stop having sex with Doug. Somehow, 
it wasn't right; she didn't know why. If only her 
mother would help her, but she was hung up on the 
subject. If they could only sit down together and talk 
about sex openly and honestly. What was it all about. 
What it meant. How much sex could she take part in at 
her age. Then she should know what she should do. 
Instead, her mother got embarrassed and angry. Saying 
stupid things and then accusing her of doing something 
wrong. Angie sighed deeply.

What could she do? The dream scared her -- it seemed so 
real. How she wished she could tell someone everything 
and they would comfort her and tell her what to do. If 
only she had a mother like that! Daddy was more like 
that. When he was home. Maybe he would help her. The 
thought gave her hope. 

She decided she'd definitely try to talk with him after 
dinner. Privately. She would feel better if she could 
get rid of this undercurrent of fear and guilt. Why 
should she feel guilty when she didn't feel it was 
wrong to do? Why did her mother keep insisting that sex 
was dirty and bad? Was something wrong with her mother? 
Or was something wrong with her, herself? Her troubled 
mind went over and over her problem, becoming more and 
more confused by it.

* * *

Doug finished eating his lunch and carefully put the 
waxed paper and the apple core back in the lunch bag; 
then he laid back on the grass and closed his eyes to 
nap in the sunshine.

"Hey, Fleming, I've come for sex instruction," an 
arrogant voice said.

Doug heard a body plop down on the grass beside him and 
opened his eyes to see Brad.

"What do you want to know?" Doug asked calmly.

"What do they do?"

"That question is so general it's hard to answer. What 
specifically do you want to know?"

"What does a male do to a female?"

"Basically, he puts his penis in her vagina,"

"And?" Brad prompted him to continue.

"The woman lays on her back and the man lays on top of 
her on his stomach. The male pumps his sperm into the 
female."

"How?" Brad asked avidly.

"They get a rock-n-roll motion going. If everything's 
going right, they really get turned on," Doug added 
enthusiastically.

Doug's enthusiasm raised Brad's suspicions. "How do you 
know all this?" he asked.

"Oh, reading books -- talking around," Doug said 
vaguely.

"Really?" Brad asked, unconvinced. The sex education 
classes didn't have all that stuff in them."

"Take my word for it." Doug assured him.

"What kind of books were you reading?"

"Oh -- medical books -- marriage manuals."

"Where'd you get them?"

"The university library."

Brad studied his face closely. Yes, he could have got 
those kind of books at the university library. But why 
would he say, 'If everything's going right, they really 
get turned on?' Who's he been with lately, he asked 
himself. He searched his memory. Let's see. Hadn't he 
seen him with Angie Marlowe?

Doug stared back at Brad, smiling enigmatically.

"What have you been up to?" Brad said suspiciously.

"Me?" Doug veiled his eyes with an innocent look. 
"Nothing. Well, I must be off. I'm working on a new 
research project. It takes up a lot of my time."

Doug got up and started to walk away.

"Not so fast. Wait for me." Brad fell into step beside 
him. "Come on now. Quit holding out on me."

"Well, if you must know," Doug said with a patient 
sigh, "my dad told me."

"Your dad?" Brad howled. "Don't give me that shit."

"Well, don't believe me then," Doug said indifferently.

"I don't," Brad assured him. "Parents don't have the 
guts to tell their kids the truth about sex."

"Have it your way," Doug said mildly.

"But I'd still like to know what you've been doing."

Doug smiled easily. "A special research project."

"On what?"

"It's a secret."

"Tell me."

"Later," Doug promised, "after it's finished."

He'd told him enough. He didn't owe him any more. Now 
he had to get back to his studies. Persistent types 
were a bore.

Doug stopped walking and faced Brad. "I'm due at the 
language lab. See you around." He turned and walked 
away.

Brad jumped on him from behind. They rolled on the 
ground, wrestling. Brad was heavier and had the 
advantage. He soon got Doug pinned down and sat on his 
back and twisted one of his arms behind his back.

A crowd of students gathered around him. The boys, 
excited, shouted encouragement; the girls, attracted 
yet repulsed, called for Brad to stop.

Brad shifted his weight to add more pressure on Doug's 
arm. He panted, "Tell me."

Doug moved his body to adjust to the added pressure on 
his arm. When he spoke, his voice was weak. "None-of 
your business."

Brad added more pressure on Doug's arm. "I'll break 
your arm."

The pain was excruciating. Doug began panting. 
"Sadist," he managed to get out.

In the distance, Doug heard a girl's voice screaming 
insistently, "Let him go. Let him go!" Doug 
concentrated on not feeling the pain.

Angie had only been walking by and hadn't intended to 
stop. Mary Jane saw her and called, "Its Doug and Brad, 
Angie. They're fighting."

Doug? He was not a fighter. Angie pushed through the 
crowd to see. When she saw Doug's contorted face, she 
forgot herself. Brad can't hurt him. He can't. He 
can't. Frantically, she ran over to Brad and pummeled 
his back.

"Stop, stop!" she screamed.

Brad didn't seem to feel her blows or to hear her. She 
tugged at one of his arms ineffectually. It was 
hopeless. Doug would be hurt. She stood up and 
screamed, "Somebody help."

One of the boys shouted back at her, "Stay out of it. 
Girls can't fight!"

Angie stamped her foot. "He'll hurt him. Can't you 
see?" She began crying uncontrollably. She pummeled 
Brad's back again with her fists.

She screamed. "Let him go! Let him go!"

Brad ignored her.

She pounded on his head with her fists. Ugly old ears, 
she thought. They gave her an idea. She leaned over and 
bit one, as hard as she could.

Brad screamed and clapped a hand up to his ear. 
"Bitch!" he bellowed and began hitting her.

Doug scrambled to his feet and started punching Brad 
again. The students cheered him on The two began 
wrestling again.

Finally, a teacher rushed over and separated them. 
"Come with me. Angie, too. To the principal's office." 
He shouted gruffly and led them away.

In the anteroom to the principal's office, Doug, Brad, 
and Angie avoided looking at each other. They 
straightened their clothes and smoothed their hair. 
Each stole glances at the door to the principal's 
office. They each dreaded the moment when the 
principal, Mr. Bailey, would step out.

Brad sat hunched over in his chair, drumming his feet 
on the floor. Doug sat straight up in his chair, his 
arms folded across his chest, staring across the room 
at nothing. Angie sat relaxed in her chair. She fussed 
endlessly in her purse.

Finally, Brad broke the silence. "What's with you two 
anyway?"

Angie glanced at him scornfully. "Nothing."

Doug sat unmoving and silent.

Brad looked at Doug, then back at Angie. "You're 
lying," he stated flatly.

"A lot you know," Angie said.

Doug gave her a warning glance to shut up but she 
ignored him.

"A girl doesn't try to save a boy in front of the whole 
school unless there's something between them," Brad 
stated confidently.

"It makes me furious when people are cruel to each 
other," Angie said haughtily. "Why were you two 
fighting anyway?"

Brad met her gaze. "Because I wanted to find out where 
he got all his information about sex."

Angie's insides recoiled in alarm. She blinked her eyes 
to hide her feelings. She looked at Doug. He didn't 
look at her. Suddenly, she knew why they had fought and 
she knew Doug hadn't talked. She felt warm to him and 
wanted to help him. "He told me his father told him 
about it."

Brad snorted disbelievingly. "That's what he told me, 
too."

"Don't you believe him?" Angie asked. "His father is a 
scientist.

Scientists have different attitudes about things than 
other people."

"How stupid do you think I am?" Brad asked indignantly. 
"He's just a father like any other." He turned to Doug. 
"Don't worry, I'll get it out of you. Sooner or later."

Doug finally spoke. "We ought to be thinking up an 
excuse to tell Mr.

Bailey so we don't have to stay after school."

"What'll you be late for?" Brad sneered.

Doug gave him a disgusted look.

The door to the principal's office opened and Mr. 
Bailey came out, blinking at them from behind his 
telescopic-lensed glasses. He rubbed his hands together 
in a repulsive ingratiating way and grinned at them 
maniacally.

"Well, now," he said jovially, "why were we kiddies 
creating a disturbance in the quadrangle?" He looked at 
each of them in turn.

Doug's face took on a patient expression, Angie looked 
wary and Brad put on an innocent injured look.

Right away Mr. Bailey could see that he wouldn't get 
any cooperation from the Fleming boy or the Marlowe 
girl. Thank God there were pliant people like the 
Harker lad. He beamed professionally in Brad's 
direction.

"What have we to say for ourselves, lad?"

Brad cleared his throat nervously. "Well, I was just 
standing there minding my own business --" he stopped 
to try to think up a believable lie.

Doug spoke up. "Somebody hit him accidentally and he 
thought I did it.

That's all there was to it."

Mr. Bailey turned his attention from Doug to Brad. 
"What do you say, young man? Is that correct?" He hung 
on Brad's words.

Brad rapidly reviewed what he should do. Damn! He 
should have thought up a story to get Doug in trouble. 
Serve him right. But, with old Bailey breathing down 
his neck, he didn't have time to think up a good story.

"Yes, that's what happened," he said unconvincingly.

"You're sure now?" Mr. Bailey pressed.

Brad looked from Doug's expressionless face to Mr. 
Bailey's kindly countenance. He nodded. "Yes, I'm 
sure."

Mr. Bailey turned to Angie. "And how did you get mixed 
up in the fight, my dear?"

"It looked like Brad was going to break Doug's arm," 
Angie said indignantly.

"Oh?" Mr. Bailey's tone implied that he was offended to 
find trouble existing in the troublesome situation.

"No, I wasn't," Brad protested angrily.

"It looked like it to me," Angie insisted.

Mr. Bailey raised his hands to signify for them to stop 
talking. He looked like he was making a benediction. He 
smiled oilingly at Angie.

"Very commendable, I'm sure."

His glance veered playfully at the boys. "We know how 
easily young ladies get upset about fisticuffs. Things 
look ten times worse to them than they really are." His 
demeanor said, we men share and understand something 
women will never share or understand.

Angie read his meaning clearly. She snorted loudly in 
contempt.

Doug gave her a warning look to be quiet. Brad laughed, 
enjoying her discomfort.

Mr. Bailey rubbed his hands together playfully. "I'm 
glad there's no trouble after all."

Brad jumped to his feet. "Can we go now?"

"Yes," Mr. Bailey beamed. "Don't forget to report to 
the office after school."

"If there was no trouble," Doug objected, "why do we 
have to stay after school?"

"Misunderstanding or not," Mr. Bailey said 
sanctimoniously, "there was a Physical Disturbance and 
for that you have to stay after school."

Brad escaped out of the room first with a secret smile 
on his lips. Doug followed with a cross expression on 
his face.

"Any way you look at it," Angie said loudly on the way 
out, "it's a rotten deal." She gave him a sharp look as 
she closed the door behind her.

* * *

That evening, after dinner, Angie waited a discreet 
length of time before she followed her father into his 
den. He was sitting in his brown leather chair, puffing 
on his pipe and paging through a medical journal.

Angie stood hesitantly in the doorway. "Daddy, are you 
busy?"

He turned to peer at her, then took his pipe out of his 
mouth and held his arms out to her. "Not too busy for 
you, pumpkin."

Angie walked quickly over and curled up on his lap. She 
relaxed, enjoying the sensations she felt. Men had such 
strong, firm muscles. And they smelled different from 
women. She didn't know the words to describe the odors. 
She just knew she loved men -- every part of them.

Her father set his pipe and magazine on an end table. 
He caressed her silky hair and delighted in the feel of 
her rounded body and soft muscles.

"Remember when you were little," her father said. "You 
used to come running into the room and jump up on my 
lap and I'd read you stories. Do you remember?"

Angie nodded. "I remember. You'd read and read and I'd 
fall asleep. Then mother would come to take me off to 
bed and I'd wake up and cry because I didn't want to 
go."

"Those were the good old days."

"I used to be so warm and comfortable on your lap." She 
circled her arms about his neck and pushed her head 
onto his shoulder to one side of his chin.

They sat still, enjoying each other's presence. Her 
father said, "Soon you'll be sitting on some young 
man's lap, just like this." His tone expressed both joy 
and sadness.

Angie was quick to make use of the opening. "I'm glad 
you noticed I'm growing up. When can I find out about 
sex? Everybody else at school gets to go to sex 
education classes and mom won't let me go to them and 
she won't tell me about sex either." She ended with an 
abused tone.

Her father looked at her with mild amusement.

Angie defended herself. "I'm fourteen now. Old enough 
to know, don't you think?" She stared at him 
aggressively.

A gleam came into his eyes. He laughed. "Fourteen is 
quite old enough.

What do you want to know?"

Angie sat up, excited. She waved her hands out wide. 
"Everything. How it's done. What it means..." She 
looked piercingly at her father. "Especially what it 
means. And anything else you think I should know." She 
looked at him, waiting expectantly.

He laughed at her enthusiasm and hugged her with one 
arm. "Well, let's see. Where to begin? Let's start with 
something easy. Like sex is the method of reproduction 
-- to ensure the continuity of the race. But it's more 
than that. It's a physical need. A way that a man and a 
woman can express their feelings toward one another. 
Each one accepts the other and by so doing they 
reassure each other." He stopped and shook his head. 
"Am I making any sense to you?"

"Oh, yes, daddy. You do!"

"You're sure now?"

"Yes, yes. Go on. Then sex is not bad?" Angie asked.

"What are you telling that child?" a harsh, furious 
voice interrupted.

Her mother stood in the doorway with an angry face.

"She was asking me some questions about sex," her 
father said in a neutral tone.

Her mother raised her voice louder. "I told her I'd 
tell her at the proper time."

"Louise," her father objected. "She's old enough to 
know now. She should know. Times have changed since you 
were a girl."

"I didn't bring a daughter into the world to be a 
slut," Louise retorted angrily.

"Telling her won't make her a slut. It'll give her some 
knowledge so she can make good judgments about it."

Louise's face contorted in anguish. "Judgments like 
yours, Stuart?"

Stuart sat up straighter, trying to control his temper. 
"For God's sake, Louise. Leave our mess out of this!"

"How can I? When I have to live with it day by day?"

Stuart's voice became low and passionate. "Give me a 
divorce. More for Your own sake than my own."

"Never," she shouted, never! I won't be pushed aside, 
unwanted, unloved, and let you marry one of those hot-
pants nurses of yours."

"Then live with me, as a wife."

"You keep your dirty hands off me," she screeched. "And 
Angie, too. Come here, Angie," she ordered. "Don't let 
him touch you."

Angie threw her arms around her father's neck. "No, no! 
I love daddy."

Louise's tone took on a dangerous edge. "Stuart, send 
that child out of this room. If you don't, you'll be 
sorry. I'll make so much trouble for you, you'll never 
practice medicine again."

"Louise," Stuart protested. He saw by her face that it 
was useless to protest. He took Angie's hands from 
behind his neck and stood her on the floor. Kissing her 
lightly on the cheek, he told her, "Go to your room 
now, Angie, darling. We'll talk another time."

As Angie walked out of the room, her mother shouted. 
"Not another time! You won't talk together another 
time. If I catch you at it, you'll both be sorry!"
Her father raised his voice louder. "Louise. For God's 
sake, not in front of the child."

"That's what you always say," Louise ranted. "'Not in 
front of the child.' What do you care? What have you 
done to care for her? I had to carry her until she was 
born. I had to go through the pain and travail. I had 
to take care of her, day in and day out, all these 
years. While you've been chasing nurses..."

Angie ran down the hall to escape from the angry 
voices. Her fears didn't dispel until she was safely in 
her room with the door closed. Emotions were zigzagging 
through her body. Her mind reeled around and around. 
She wanted to scream, to howl, to die. 

Her parents seemed so engrossed in their own problems 
that they didn't have time to be concerned with her. 
She felt lost, alone. The she remembered Doug. He liked 
her, cared about her. Some, at least. He hadn't told 
Brad about them. He had endured all that pain for here 
longed to comfort him. On Friday, she would accept him 
with her naked body; she would reassure him, and she 
giggled at the thought of the word, with her little 
pussy, whether her mother liked it or not.

* * *

This time, as soon as Doug stepped into the hall, Angie 
threw her arms around him and kissed him. Doug was a 
little surprised, but the demonstration stirred the 
protective urge within him and he responded. They hung 
onto each other as they walked to her room. They both 
felt better when they stepped inside and closed the 
door.

Wordlessly, they drew together and kissed deeply, their 
tongues exploring each other's mouths. Doug's hands 
stole down inside her robe and a finger gently teased 
the tip of a nipple.

Desire emanated through her body at each stroke. She 
caught her breath and a deeper, warmer desire began to 
burn between her legs. She thought, here goes, mom, too 
bad you've never taken this trip! She reached down and 
brazenly unzipped Doug's pants and felt around inside 
for his penis. Her fingers felt his wiry pubic hairs; 
they explored downward and touched soft and wrinkled 
skin. She grasped the round, snake-like shaft in her 
hand and gently slipped it through her fingers. She 
felt it grow hard in her hand. Her heart tripped a 
beat. Triumphantly, she massaged the shaft up and down 
faster and faster. She tickled the tip with butterfly 
touches.

Doug groaned. He pulled away from her mouth and tore 
open her robe and dropping his head, sucked noisily on 
her breast. He could feel the nipple erect in his 
mouth. His lips trailed down her soft pliant belly and 
into her soft curly nest of pubic hairs. He gently 
parted her cunt lips with his thumbs and lightly 
tongued the head of her clitoris. The tiny, fleshy tip 
swelled and hardened under his lewd but gentle touches.

Angie moved softly and swayed her body, tipping her 
vagina upward and flexing her buttocks. Her eyes were 
closed and she dug her nails in to his shoulders.

Blood racing, breathing rapidly, they tore their 
clothes off and Doug carried her over to the bed and 
threw himself on her. They teased each other with lips 
and fingers. They rocked their bodies together with 
mounting excitement. Their twined arms and legs held 
tighter and tighter.

Angie arched her body against Doug's body; she pressed 
her pubic mound against his penis in an undulation 
motion -- slide up, push, slide up, push -- trying to 
entice his penis to enter her vagina. His cock pushed 
more frantically against her and while Doug readjusted 
his body weight, Angie spread her legs further apart 
and pulled her legs back. She arched her whole pelvis 
area against him, flexing her buttocks to push strongly 
up against him. Doug raised his buttocks away from her 
body for a moment and grasped his erect penis. He 
groaned and pressed his hips forward and slowly, with 
the tip of the round, hardened head parted the soft, 
tickling pubic hair, wormed it slowly into her gently 
pulsating cunt. The lubricated vaginal walls pressing 
on all sides of his shaft gave him a pleasure jolt. 

Angie felt it too. She clenched her buttocks together, 
as if to lock the hungry, throbbing penis within her. 
Doug pulled his cock up and almost out and then pressed 
harder in her. Their excitement grew with each in and 
out thrust. Their bodies fought each other, moving 
faster and more frantically against each other. 

His hardened rod of boy-flesh pounded deeper and deeper 
into her; her engorged vaginal walls pressed closer 
against the plunging shaft of his excited cock, 
lengthening the tunnel to swallow more and more of it 
deeper and deeper inside her smooth quivering belly. 
She pushed her body harder and harder against his to 
keep the foraging cock as far within her as humanly 
possible.

Their writhing young naked bodies meshed, moving in and 
out and up and down, and quickened. Hearts pounding, 
minds spinning, breathing light and fast, their bodies 
knew only burning pleasure. Their pleasure heightened 
and grew and grew until it became unbearable and their 
bodies locked in a desperate embrace and stilled. The 
locked bodies turned off and their minds turned on. Raw 
emotions swirled and danced in their minds and emanated 
through their grinding, interlocked genitals. And then 
it burst... burst for both of them at the same time.

They lay quietly for several minutes.

"I wish you'd smash into me so hard that we'd never 
separate," Angie said longingly.

"I wouldn't want to hurt you," Doug said solicitously.

"I want you to," Angie said fiercely. "It feels good. 
Love makes me strong. It can't hurt me."

"Do you feel my semen squirt into you?" Doug asked 
shyly.

"Yes."

"That's when it feels most pleasurable to me. So 
intense it hurts."

"I can't tell what happens inside me when I feel the 
most pleasure. But I think it feels the greatest when 
we reach our orgasms together," Angie said warmly.

"I think it does too," Doug agreed. "Am I getting too 
heavy for you?"

Angie hugged him harder against her. "No, I like your 
penis in me. I wish it could stay in me forever."

Their eyes met shyly and they were both surprised to 
see the other's face bathed in an indistinct glow. 
Angie had never thought Doug was that good looking 
before and Doug had never thought Angie was so 
beautiful.

"You know what?" Doug said wonderingly. "I think I love 
you."

Angie's eyes shone with pleasure. She hugged him 
tightly and reached up and kissed him virginally on his 
lips. "I love you, too."

"It's odd," Doug said seriously. "I hadn't planned on 
it happening. Did you?"

"Well," Angie said blushing a little, "I thought it 
might happen and I decided I wouldn't mind falling in 
love with you."

"Wow?" Doug said. He rolled from between her still 
spread legs onto his side and held his head in both 
hands and closed his eyes. Girls certainly were 
mysterious. How could Angie guess what the outcome 
might be? Guess that's what older men meant when they 
said they were trapped by a girl. Well, it was 
certainly a nice way to be trapped. He felt a surge of 
protectiveness for her. He must assume his 
responsibilities and take care of her.

"Are you all right? Do you need anything?" he asked.

"Huh?" Angie asked, caught unawares; then she caught 
on. "I'm fine, I don't need anything. Do you?"

"Just to rest beside you for a while," he said.

They cuddled together and rested for about a half hour.

Angie stirred. "Did you want to try something new?"

"I'd thought of trying 69, but we don't have to if you 
don't want to."

"But I want to if you want to. What is it?"

"It's oral stimulation. We arouse each other by 
stimulating the sex organs with our mouths."

"Let's try it," Angie said.

"You really want to?" Doug asked dubiously.

"Yes, I do." Angie kissed him lightly on the mouth. 
"Tell me how it's done."

"Well," Doug sat up energetically, all enthused. "We 
have to lay with our heads in opposite directions, our 
bodies curved. See? Like this."

He laid down on his side facing her with his head 
opposite her feet.

"Now you take my penis in your hands and put it in your 
mouth. While you rub the shaft with your hand and 
caress the end with your lips and tongue, I'll lick 
your clitoris and put my tongue in your vagina."

Angie felt a sudden fear brought on by Doug's 
explanation. What would her mother say? Intercourse was 
bad enough -- perversion was infinitely worse. Now that 
she thought about it, she had read about it in the 
marriage manuals. She hadn't been looking forward to 
trying the act.

Doug saw her reluctant expression and guessed what she 
was thinking. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Angie looked at him. He had that funny gleam in his 
eyes he always got when he was really interested in 
something. A feeling of love engulfed her. "No, no. I 
want to."

She moved over closer to his legs and gingerly enfolded 
his limp penis in her hand. It was red and wrinkled and 
the forest of pubic hairs it sprouted from looked 
obscene. She fought against her feeling of revulsion. 
It was so limp it felt awful. She wanted to drop it and 
run away and hide.

"Go ahead," Doug encouraged. "Just lick the end with 
your tongue to begin with."

She leaned over closer to the penis and the odor of his 
genitals grew stronger. Angie started to choke.

"You don't want to," Doug said in a disappointed voice.

"I will -- I will. Give me time," she said hurriedly.

She stuck out her tongue and touched the shiny red end 
of his penis lightly. It felt warm and slippery. She 
twirled her tongue around the round end. She could feel 
Doug licking her clitoris with his tongue. Electrical 
shocks surged through her body. Her vaginal area began 
to burn. Angie began to caress the shaft with her hand 
while she licked the end. She felt triumphant when the 
penis hardened in her hand. She pushed the penis 
farther back into her mouth and began sucking it. The 
penis grew in her mouth, filling it. She rubbed the 
shaft with her hands faster and faster, a sudden sense 
of power engulfing her.

Now she could feel Doug sticking his tongue in and out 
of her vagina. Her body began to burn and it started to 
undulate. Her pulse quickened. She began circling the 
penis around in her mouth, sucking it, pushing it in 
and out with loud sucking sounds. Saliva oozed out of 
the corner of her mouth.

The end of the penis swelled and filled her mouth. Her 
tongue could feel the slippery shaft harden even more. 
She sucked and massaged it faster and faster. The 
distended red banana jumped into a life of its own. It 
began contracting back and forth, pushing against her 
throat. She began choking and grew frantic. She tried 
to twirl it out but it pushed faster and harder against 
her throat. Faster and harder, choking her and pushing 
all her breath out of her.

Suddenly, Doug cried out. He seized her head cruelly to 
stop her movements. Semen spouted into her mouth, 
sprayed her throat and dribbled down her chin. She 
choked and another spurt came. She started swallowing 
and spitting for dear life. Doug let out agonized cries 
with each spurt; they frightened her. Another and 
another came. She sputtered and swallowed them in 
painful gulps to keep from choking.

Finally Doug let go of her head. He lay panting 
heavily, and then he collapsed utterly weak.

Angie spit out the rest of the semen and wiped her 
spattered face on a blanket. She laid back exhausted, 
too tired to think or feel. She regained her strength 
first. "Are you all right, Doug?" "Yeah," he said 
weakly.

"You cried out so. It scared me."

Doug shook his head in amazement. "The sensation is 
stronger than regular intercourse. The pleasure turns 
into unbearable pain," he explained in an almost 
clinical tone.

"I liked the ordinary way better."

Doug patted her head condescendingly. "So do I."

She turned around and slid into his arms and they lay 
quietly and dozed.

"We've still got a lot of other things to try," Doug 
said. "But I can wait until next Friday."


Chapter 3
=========

Doug and Angie were lying on the grass in the 
quadrangle. Too soon the bell would ring and they'd 
have to go to classes. But for now they could lay close 
together, enjoying the nearness of their bodies.

"You know what time I hate the most?" Angie asked.

"What?"

"Friday night."

"Wha-at?"

Angie slipped her hand down between their bodies and 
put it on his crotch. "Because I know it'll be a whole 
seven days before we can make love again.

"Don't do that here," Doug said alarmed. He looked 
around to see if anyone was looking at them. No one 
seemed to be.

"We shouldn't be ashamed of being in love," Angie 
protested.

"Angie," Doug said disapprovingly. "You know how people 
are. They'll say we're too young anyway. They don't 
think we ought to know anything about it. Or to feel 
any desire."

"We ought to invite them over on Friday night," Angie 
said playfully. "Can't you see Mr. Bailey and my mother 
watching us make love?" She started laughing loudly at 
the thought.

"Shhh! Someone will hear," Doug cautioned.

"No one's even near us."

"Brad's coming over this way."

Angie made a face. "I hope he doesn't start a fight 
again. Don't fight with him. For any reason."

"Take it easy. No sense in looking for trouble."

"Hi, there, you two," Brad called as he approached 
them. "Been having a lot of sex lately?"

"Is that al you ever think of?" Doug asked.

"Got a better topic?" Brad asked.

"I would think an operator like you would have," Angie 
put in.

"With you, it would be dishonorable to think of 
anything else," Brad said mockingly, as he flopped down 
on the grass beside her.

Angie laughed scornfully. "What a line!"

"Mamzelle, you wound me!" Brad exclaimed, 
melodramatically. He clapped a hand over his heart, 
threw himself flat on the grass, and pretended to be 
dead.

Angie laughed in spite of herself.

Mary Jane and two of her friends came over, attracted 
by Brad.

"O, Angie," Mary Jane exclaimed. "Are you coming to the 
dance tonight?"

"No, I'm busy Friday nights," Angie said casually.

"Oh, you should come," Mary Jane squealed. "We had so 
much fun last time. Didn't we, girls?"

The girls chorused the affirmative.

A bell rang to signify the end of the lunch period and 
the resumption of classes.

Doug got up. "Well, I must be off."

"Bye now," Angie smiled secretively to him.

Brad sat up. He took in Angie's smile and looked 
appraisingly at Doug as he walked away.

"Brad, are you coming to the dance tonight?" Mary Jane 
gushed.

"Not if I can find something better to do." He narrowed 
his eyes and looked at Angie.

"She looked at him wide-eyed.

"You've been looking good lately," Brad said to Angie. 
He turned to the other girls. "Don't you think so?"

"She sure has," Mary Jane said. She looked enviously at 
Angie.

To her chagrin, Angie blushed.

"You do," Brad insisted. "Maybe it's because you have a 
boyfriend now."

Angie's chin went up haughtily. "He's just a friend."

"Friend or not, it's made a change in you," Brad said.

"How?" Angie asked.

"Ohh," Brad searched for words. "You're happier -- more 
approachable."

"Oh, I'm not," Angie protested.

"I'd like to get to know you better," Brad said 
confidently. "When can I come over? Tonight?"

"No," Angie objected. "Tonight is Friday."

"So?" Brad smiled enigmatically. "What's so sacred 
about Friday?"

"Nothing," Angie replied. "It's just that I already 
have plans for tonight."

"Why can't I be included?" Brad persisted.

"Because why should I change my plans?" Angie said 
mockingly.

"Because you'd like to take pity on a poor homeless 
bachelor," Brad mocked back at her.

Mary Jane and her friends clustered around Angie, 
obviously impressed by Brad's pursuit of her.

Angie preened, proud to be the center of attention. 
"What would we do if you did come over?" she asked 
tentatively.

"What you usually do," Brad said boldly, his face 
expressionless. He added, "We could play records."

"Maybe you could come over for a little while," Angie 
said carelessly, with a guarded glance at the girls. 
She was rewarded with envious expressions on their 
faces.

"What time?"

"7:30," Angie said. Then she thought for a moment. "No, 
better make it 8."

Brad studied her face. "Not 7:30. 8."

* * *

That afternoon, after school, Angie went straight home 
and went to her bedroom and laid on her bed and began 
to worry about what she had done. What if Brad found 
out about what she and Doug were doing? He'd probably 
tell and then she'd be in a mess. Her mother would die 
from the shock. 

It was dangerous to let him come. Maybe she should call 
him and tell him not to come? The envious faces of Mary 
Jane and her girlfriends came into her memory. Their 
avid glances and rapt attention to her verbal tongue-
of-war with Brad pleased her all over again. They had 
walked with her to her classroom afterwards, chatting 
with her like old friends. Her dreams of friendship 
were coming true.

Her mind was rationalizing. Why not let Brad come? It 
would be a joke on Doug. They would talk and play 
records for a while and then they'd send him home 
early. She and Doug could make love afterwards. She 
could have the best of everything.

Finally, she heard her name being called.

"Angelica."

It was her mother calling! What did she want?

"Angelica!"

"Yes, Mother."

"Open you r door."

Angie swung off the bed, padded to the door and opened 
it a crack.

"Yes?" Angie asked.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" he mother asked, 
somewhat uncertainly.

Angie stepped back and opened the door wider. Now what? 
she asked herself. The occasions her mother visited her 
room were in frequent. Angie stood, waiting.

Mr. Marlowe seemed uneasy. She kept prowling about the 
room, seemingly unable to settle down. The silence grew 
strained. Embarrassing. Angie determined not t o break 
it. Let her. She invaded my room. I didn't ask her to 
come.

"Well," Mrs. Marlowe said nervously. She cleared her 
throat loudly. "I've -- I've been thinking. About what 
you asked me. And -- and I think it's time you did 
know-some things," she ended lamely. She stopped, 
confused, and look at the floor.

Angie watched her mother with clear eyes. She supposed 
she should feel sorry for her but all she could feel 
was indifference and, yes, pity. If she could only see 
what a pitiful spectacle she was making of herself!

Mrs. Marlowe looked up at Angie, couldn't bear to look 
in her probing eyes, and looked out the window.

"It's hard to explain," she started again hesitantly. 
"Especially to a younger girl. Only married women 
really need to know."

Angie's eyes met hers unflinchingly. Her mother looked 
away quickly again.

"But, girls should be aware -- they should watch out 
for compromising situations. Like, you should never 
stay alone in a room with any boy-or man. And don't let 
them touch you. Anywhere. Men are animals. It's their 
nature. A girl has to protect herself."

"From what?" Angie asked innocently.

The simple question threw her mother in a tizzy. Her 
face turned red, her mouth opened involuntarily and 
hung open, bereft of words. Obviously, her mind was 
confused and shame filled her body.

"What happens, mother?" Angie asked stubbornly.

Her mother concentrated on a spot on the floor. "They 
touch you. It doesn't feel good. And you'll probably 
get pregnant right away." She frowned, searching for 
words. "It's better to put all thought of sex out of 
your mind now." She straightened up. "And now you've 
been warned."

"Warned against what?" Angie asked, disgusted.

"About getting pregnant."

"I wasn't wanting to," Angie said. "I just wanted to 
know how it happens."

Her mother looked at her silently for a long moment. 
"You don't have to worry about it until you're 
married." She added with a playful smile, "And that's 
several years in the future."

"Where do babies come from?" Angie asked point blank.

"From love," Mrs. Marlowe said, embarrassed.

"Then where did I come from?"

"What do you mean?" her mother asked, confused.

"You don't love daddy."

Mrs. Marlowe turned white with an almost rising anger. 
She sat in agony for a few moments, trying to control 
herself. Finally, she said, "It has nothing to do with 
you."

Angie looked directly at her. "Yet, it has. I might 
have had a sister or a brother."

Mrs. Marlowe jumped up. "Impudent!" she screamed.

"Isn't it true?" Angie persisted.

"You're just as bad as your father -- always getting 
off the subject."

Mrs. Marlowe rushed out of the room.

It's just as well, Angie thought as she lay back on her 
bed. She can't tell a straight story anyway.

But an idea kept popping into her mind and bothering 
her. Something must be wrong with me because I enjoy 
sex. There must be some good reason why mom is uptight 
about it. I must be a pervert of some kind. A 
nymphomaniac!

She got up and turned on the stereo as loud as it would 
go, subconsciously wishing to drown her thoughts in 
noise.

She poked through her clothes closet. I must dress up 
tonight. Brad's coming. I hope Doug won't be mad at me. 
We'll get rid of Brad some way. Then we can have it 
out. I can't go on. Shame engulfed her. I must stop. It 
must be wrong to enjoy sex. Why, I don't know. It seems 
so natural, once you get the hang of it. I wish I had a 
mother who could help me. Tears filled her eyes, her 
vision became blurry. She had difficulty seeing the 
dresses. The tears silently rolled down both cheeks and 
dropped on the floor.

* * *

When the doorbell rang at 7:30, Angie was waiting. 
She'd had second thoughts about surprising Doug and bad 
decided to tell him Brad was coming.

"Oh, Doug," she said as she opened the door.

Brad stepped in. "I hope you're not disappointed that 
it's me," he said with a confident smirk on his young 
face.

"I told you to come at eight," Angie said angrily.

Brad hit his palm against his forehead in simulated 
distress. "Did you? You told me two times -- seven-
thirty and eight. And I kept thinking ,not eight, 
seven-thirty.' I must have turned them around."

"You're not welcome until eight," Angie said coldly.

"I have nowhere to go," Brad said self-pityingly.

"Walk around the block a few times," Angie said, 
unmoved.

"You wouldn't throw me out," Brad protested lightly, 
with a dangerous tone in his voice.

Angie could see that he had no intention of leaving and 
she knew she wasn't strong enough to throw him out 
alone. She decided it would be smarter to play along 
with him.

"You can look over the records in the rumpus room while 
I get a bottle of wine," she said, leading him to the 
rumpus room.

Brad looked approvingly at the elaborate stereo set 
built into the wall and the shelves filled with 
records.

"Make yourself at home," Angie said, turning to go. 
"I'll be right back."

She hurried up to the kitchen and rushed into the 
breakfast nook and dialed Doug's phone number.

"Who're you calling?" Brad asked behind her.

Angie jumped in surprise. She turned to see Brad 
lounging in the doorway, grinning at her in an 
oppressive way.

"Hello," Doug's voice said in the phone, "hello."

Angie hung up the receiver. "My mother told me to call 
her at the dinner party they're at. But no one 
answers."

She smiled appealingly at Brad and slipped past him to 
the kitchen. "I put a bottle of wine to cool in the 
refrigerator. Do you like port?"

"I can take it or leave it," Brad said pompously, 
following her.

With the wine and three glasses on a tray, she led him 
back down to the rumpus room. She set the tray on a 
table.

"Would you like some now or shall we wait until Doug 
comes?" she asked.

"Why not now?" Brad asked, playing a sophisticated man-
of-the-world type.

"You pick out a record while I open the wine," Angie 
directed.

Good gosh, he was hard to talk to! And he kept looking 
at her in that insinuating way. She must reach the 
front door first to warn Doug. She kept hoping the 
doorbell would ring soon.

Brad pretended to look for a record. Is she nervous! he 
thought. Those two must have been up to something. I'm 
going to be there when old Douggie boy steps in the 
door. He put a record on and turned the volume down low 
so he could hear the doorbell.

Angie poured wine into two glasses. "Turn the volume 
up, I can't hear it," she told him innocently.

Brad turned it up a little bit. They smiled at each 
other sincerely.

Angie handed him his glass of wine. They continued to 
measure each other with their eyes. Panic began to gain 
possession of Angie. Doug should get here any minute, 
she kept thinking. I've got to be upstairs when he 
comes! She tried to think of an excuse to leave.

"Oh, dear!" she said. "I forgot the coasters. Mother'll 
be so mad. Wait here. I'll run up and get them."

She dashed upstairs. Brad followed at a discreet 
distance. She went into the kitchen. Brad watched her 
open a drawer and take some coasters out. Then she 
stood uncertainly, not wanting to leave. The doorbell 
rang. Brad watched her dash down the hall and open the 
door.

In a high voice, Angie said, "Doug! I've got to tell 
you..."

Doug, stepped in the door saying, "Hi, baby!" and 
grabbed her and kissed her soundly.

Angie struggled to get him to stop but Doug responded 
by bending her body backward and running his hand up 
her skirt to the crotch band of her panties. Angie 
tried to pull his hands away. In vain.

"Well, hello, you love birds," Brad said in an amused 
tone.

Doug and Angie pulled apart guiltily.

"Just as I thought," Brad said happily. "There's 
nothing like learning from experience, is there?"

"What's he doing here?" Doug asked Angie angrily.

"She invited me," Brad answered quickly.

"Why?" Doug asked Angie, humiliation and, rage colored 
his tone.

Angie was devastated by the quick turn of events. "I-
I..." she faltered. She hadn't anticipated such a 
disastrous end.

"Why not?" Brad sneered. "You're not going to be 
selfish and keep all the experiences for yourself?"

Doug glared angrily at Brad; then he looked at Angie. 
She just stood looking back at him, with dumb black 
eyes. She's not even sorry for what she's done, he 
thought, enraged.

"Let's show him what we can do. That's what you wanted, 
wasn't it?" Doug shouted at her. And before she could 
make a protest, he picked her up and ran with her down 
the hall to her bedroom. Brad ran after them. Doug tore 
her clothes off and tore his own off and threw her on 
the bed. He began manipulating her naked young body. 
His kisses bruised her lips. She tried to keep her 
teeth closed but when she gasped in pain at his brutal 
caresses, his tongue drove in deep. It filled her mouth 
and she choked and fought back now he swirled his 
tongue around and around and in and out. And... in 
spite of her revulsion of another boy watching, she 
could feel her body begin to get hot when he played 
with her breast, lightly touching the nipple.

No, no, she thought. I don't want to. Not like this! 
But he moved his hand down between her legs and lightly 
brushed up the smooth inner softness of her thighs. 
Desire flamed in her and her body voluntarily opened 
her legs. Gently he caressed her clitoris and it 
erected. Her excited body ignored her mind. It began 
writhing in answer to his touches. Her buttocks began 
flexing, rocking her body back and forth. She pushed 
her pelvis up against Doug's pelvis and felt his 
hardened cock slip wetly into her open vagina.

All this time, Brad watched them fascinated. He saw 
Doug sink his hardened rod of quivering flesh deep 
inside her soft hair-lined pussy. He watched it pump up 
and down, in and out, making an exciting wet sucking 
noise as it probed faster and faster. Their bodies 
banged into each other; their faces began to look 
tortured. He had never imagined anything like this! 
Contorted muscles, wild breathing. His cock erected and 
his body began to burn. He began undressing so that he 
would be ready to fuck this wild young chick when his 
time came.

Caught up in her passion, Angie pulled her legs farther 
back and began to grind her young excited cunt more and 
more wildly up against Doug's pelvis. She could feel 
her orgasm coming; and then Doug's body locked on hers. 
While her body burned in frustration, he jerked and 
emptied great gushing streams of hot, white cum deep up 
into her wildly clasping cuntal passage.

Doug collapsed on her and then rolled off, a limp heap 
on the bed.

"I want to try it," Brad said eagerly, grabbing the 
helpless girl's ankles and spreading them far apart. He 
looked at her vagina to see where he should ram his 
cock in. It was all red, open and surrounded by a 
tantalizing ring of soft curly pubic hair. My God, he 
didn't think a girl that small could have such a big 
hole! He dropped down between her open thighs and his 
large hard penis slipped in easily; an electric thrill 
shot through him when he felt it close wetly and snugly 
around the shaft. He began rocking back and forth like 
he'd seen Doug doing. His penis got more and more 
excited. He pushed harder and harder and faster and 
faster in her. He felt like pushing his hardened penis 
all the way through her until it reached up and came 
out of her mouth.

Angie hadn't had time to think between the time Doug 
had rolled off of her and the time Brad had got on. Her 
vagina felt full again with a penis. Passion had dulled 
her senses. She couldn't fight back. Naked desire ran 
through her body again. She began pushing up and down 
against Brad. She could feel his penis push in and pull 
out, sliding up and down against the wet, slippery 
sides of her vagina. The walls were engorged with blood 
and formed a warm tight fitting tunnel around the 
swollen shaft of his penis. She strained her vaginal 
muscles hard against Brad's impaling cock, enclosing it 
tightly. The walls tried to lock it in her; not to let 
it out. To make it go deeper and deeper into her. To 
swallow it. To squeeze all the pleasure and life-giving 
sperm completely out of it.

Brad began panting heavier and heavier. His enlarged 
prick banged harder and faster into her; banging into 
her cervix. His excitement became delirious. He could 
feel the semen coming; it spurted out. Each spurt sent 
an exquisite pleasure-pain through him. His mind became 
maelstrom, and then he collapsed, exhausted, over 
Angie.

After his breathing subsided, his mind began to work. 
Man! He'd never been turned on like that before. Kee-
rystos. He wanted another ride on that spinning wheel.

Brad rolled off Angie onto the bed. He saw Doug sitting 
cross-legged on the floor. His penis arched upward, 
strong and hard.

"Keep her warm," Brad said. "Man, I wanna fuck that 
little pussy 'til she can't walk!"

But he was too tired to do anything now; he couldn't 
wait for that feeling to pass and he wanted another joy 
ride between those long hot legs.

Doug didn't say anything. When he'd recovered from his 
orgasm, he'd found himself watching Brad working over 
Angie, his slim muscular buttocks pumping hard between 
her widespread thighs. The sight had sickened and 
repelled him. He'd tried to turn away, not to look, but 
he'd found he wasn't strong enough. The sight of the 
tortured faces, the sweating, straining bodies, the 
hardened flesh of Brad's cock sinking into the soft, 
hair-lined mouth of her cunt, fascinated him. He'd felt 
his own excitement return again; his penis erected. 
When Brad told him to keep Angie warm he thought, why 
not? What's done is done. No sense going home burning.

Doug got up and climbed onto the bed. He could see 
Angie's whole naked crotch and thighs glistening with 
male sperm and sexual fluids. Her vulgar lips were 
grossly swollen; the inner lips were bright red. Her 
vagina was engorged; the hole open and dark. What 
strange forbidden pleasures lurked there!

He slid his penis into the lubricated tunnel; he could 
feel the vaginal walls close around it like warm, 
melted butter. His penis felt hotter. As his passion 
mounted, his mind turned off, killing his conscience. 
His mind told him he shouldn't do this but his body 
wouldn't stop. His penis felt too excited to stop. He 
began slopping his hardened, slightly curved shaft in 
and out of her. She lay unresisting under him, moaning 
all the while. His passion mounted and he fucked her 
harder and he felt her body respond. They rocked 
together wildly, pushing against each other harder and 
harder, straining muscles, fighting for breath.

Angie's body burned with unreleased tension. The boys 
had reached their orgasms but they hadn't waited for 
her to reach hers. Maybe she would this time. She 
pulled back her legs and pushed her naked pubic mound 
hard up against Doug. His cock sunk all the way into 
her cunt, pinioning her cervix. The semen began to burn 
within his shaft and then without warning, exploded! 
Like volcanic tongues of searing pleasure it spewed 
from his penis, erupting in the hungrily milking walls 
of her vagina. His mind tripped out. He tried to hold 
the pleasure-pain -- to make it last -- but too soon it 
burned out in short sputtering jets of cum. He 
collapsed, panting.

"Get off. I'm ready," Brad ordered.

Brad stood by the bed, avidly watching them, a cruel 
smile playing on his lips. His distended penis engorged 
with blood, pointing in the air.

Weakly, Doug rolled off Angie's body. "Can't you let 
her rest a moment? She looks tired."

"I'll be easy on her," Brad said.

He enjoyed looking at Angie's inert naked body spread 
out obscenely on the bed. Her head was thrown back, her 
arms and legs spread-eagled. Her fists were clenched. 
Her vulvar lips and vagina abnormally swollen; her 
vagina flowered open and oozing white, trickling semen. 
He shoved Doug aside and threw himself between her 
legs. His monstrous penis squeezed into the waiting 
pink cunt; the tight fit gave his penis an exquisite 
jolt of pleasure. His body began to undulate on top of 
her. His excitement mounted and he strained and fucked 
into her brutally.

By this time Angie's mind had long ago turned off. She 
could no longer think, only feel. And her body felt 
only one thing -- a burning sexual excitement that was 
never satisfied. The burning had lost all of its pain; 
it had only pleasure left. Her vulvar area burned and 
burned and burned, but she couldn't reach an orgasm.

For a moment her body felt light and free and her 
vagina unpressured. Then she felt a leaden penis worm 
its way inside again and tease up and down against her 
throbbing vaginal walls. Her vagina felt too full. The 
huge penis pulled the soft fleshy walls in and out with 
it. Each push and pull was beautiful. The movements 
began to go faster and faster, turning each little 
individual moan into one long scream. She cried out 
helplessly for fulfillment. Her mind became blurry, but 
she was aware that the ejaculate was spraying her 
vagina and she was sorry that the penis would shrivel 
and become soft and disappear.

Brad cried out in ecstasy and his body went limp and 
heavy on hers too soon. He rolled off.

"Your turn," Brad said to Doug.

"Let's stop now. She really looks out of it." Doug 
objected.

"I don't care whether you want to or not," Brad said 
savagely. "Just keep her hot for me. I want to fuck her 
again."

Doug felt pity for Angie in such a distorted position. 
Her face had a dreamy, almost unconscious smile. She 
kept her legs pulled back, her pelvis arched upward, 
displaying her tight, hair-lined cuntal lips, her red, 
gaping vaginal opening, waiting for the next hardened 
cock.

Doug could see that Brad meant what he said and was 
afraid of what Brad would do to Angie if he didn't fuck 
her now.

Doug crawled between her legs and slid his partly-erect 
penis into the waiting vagina. It's slipping warm walls 
pressed tightly against his cock, as if to squeeze out 
the semen, and stimulated his penis to a full erection. 
A breath caught in his throat when his penis started 
burning. Automatically, his whole body started working 
over her, pushing in and out. He could feel his penis 
pull the walls out and push them back in. He pressed 
deeper and deeper, faster and faster, trying to 
stimulate the trigger that would shoot the semen into 
her.

Brad sat close by, fondling his slippery flaccid penis 
in his hands. Angie's tortured face stirred his desire 
but Doug's exertions, the flexing muscles in his 
buttocks, his penis pulling in and out of sight, his 
loud gasping pants, his contorted face, fed his sexual 
excitement even more. Gently he tickled the head of his 
penis as he watched Doug's body writhe grotesquely over 
Angie's body. Soon he felt his penis perk up in his 
hands. He cupped a hand over the shaft and rubbed back 
and forth, sliding it faster and faster. Gradually his 
penis enlarged and hardened in his hands. He was ready 
for the next trip. He could hardly wait for Doug to 
stop.

Brad could see that Doug was near his climax. His long 
body pushes shortened and quickened. His penis pulled 
out of the vagina less and less. He could see Doug's 
body make the last anguished push into her and his 
whole body stiffened and held. Doug had her pinned down 
to the mattress like a butterfly and Brad could imagine 
the feel of his semen squirting into her -- each spurt 
a delicious agony.

He stood up ready to go. When Doug's body collapsed, he 
pushed it off of Angie's body. A triumphant feeling 
rose in him as he surveyed her exhausted, but still 
unfulfilled body. Her arched pelvis, glistening of 
semen and sexual lubrication, excited him. He ran his 
fingers lightly up her inner thighs and wormed a finger 
deep up in her vagina.

Angie groaned and tried to pull her legs back further 
to accommodate the entering penis.

"Good girl," he said gloatingly. He climbed onto her 
body and rammed his engorged penis into her. The tunnel 
felt smaller than the last time, but the tighter 
pressure of the walls on his penis stimulated him more. 
Each push of his cock was doubly exciting because of 
the pressure. He pushed into her as hard as he could. 
He couldn't wait for involuntary rhythm to start. He 
pounded into her unmercifully, yanking his penis all 
the way out only to push it in harder and deeper. The 
shaft brushed sensuously against her abnormally 
distended vaginal walls.

Angie moaned at each forward thrust. His penis felt 
like a rock, pounding into her, brushing her walls with 
each push and scraping her with each pull.

Brad paid no attention to her exhausted moans. He rode 
her as hard as he could: beating his penis against her 
cervix. His buttocks flexed and forcibly pressed his 
penis straighter and deeper into her vagina. The loud 
wet sucking sounds emitted when he pulled his cock out 
spurred him on. He pressed faster and deeper, his body 
pounding on top of hers. The end of his penis hardened 
and burned. It strove to fuse with her belly. Brad 
ground his body down harder and harder between Angie's 
widespread legs.

Now Angie was groaning continually.

At last his climax came -- he could feel the ejaculate 
coming. His body contracted regularly and fast and the 
exquisite sensations as the ejaculate spurted into her. 
His mind whirled in the sensation; it encompassed his 
whole body, and then it melted away.

Brad rolled off Angie's body and flopped limply on the 
bed beside her. After he had recovered somewhat he was 
surprised to see Doug dressed, sitting on a chair, 
observing him.

"Giving up?" Brad taunted.

"Yes," Doug said firmly. "and you are, too."

Brad turned his head to look at Angie. She was lying 
inert beside him, her body still spread-eagled open, 
ready for intercourse. "Well, she's not much good now 
anyway. Didn't help at all the last time," he 
complained.

"Get up and get dressed," Doug said. "We'll go."

While Brad dressed, Doug went over to help Angie. He 
straightened her exhausted body and maneuvered it 
underneath the blankets. He got a washcloth and a glass 
of water from the bathroom. Gently, he wiped her face 
and held her head up to force a little water into her 
mouth.

"Are you ready, nurse?" Brad asked impatiently.

Doug disappeared into the bathroom and put the 
washcloth and glass back.

"Coming," he said.

Brad took one last greedy look at Angie, lying on the 
bed. "Get plenty of rest, baby," he said with a 
snicker. "I'll be back with more ammunition. We'll have 
a fucking good time."


Chapter 4
=========

Doug couldn't put the degrading sight of Angie out of 
his mind. He tried and tried but the sight of her lying 
on the bed, head thrown back, legs parted and pulled 
back unnaturally, and pelvis pushed up with the bright 
red swollen lips hooded over her gaping vagina haunted 
his mind in psychedelic colors. No matter what he did -
- read his lessons, measured chemical ingredients for 
an experiment, or repaired the lawn mower -- that 
obscene vision of her would come back and fill his 
mind, cutting off his logical thoughts. 

What bothered him even more was that when he thought of 
her that way his penis swelled and burned. He would 
find himself remembering the exquisite sensation of her 
hot pussy caressing his engorged penis. He felt 
confused. Not in his wildest imagination had he ever 
imagined that their harmless experiment would end that 
way. Unable to work, he wandered around his home, pale, 
shaken, forlorn.

His mother noticed his condition right away. "Due you 
feel ill, dear?" she asked anxiously.

"No," Doug said crossly.

"Then something's troubling you."

"No!" Doug said violently.

His mother felt hurt. They had always been close in the 
past, sharing thoughts and secrets. She knew something 
was bothering him. Why wouldn't he tell her?

She tried another tact. "Don't you have anything to do? 
You're pacing up and down like a wild beast."

"No," Doug said gloomily.

"What happened to the research project you were working 
on?" she asked, too casually.

Doug didn't notice her tone. "I gave it up," he said 
listlessly.

Immediately his mother's sixth sense buzzed her alarm. 
Things must be even worse than she'd imagined. "Gave it 
up?" she asked worriedly. "That's not like you."

Only then did Doug notice her reaction and realize how 
he'd revealed himself to her. "Oh," he said hurriedly, 
"it was just a small project. Of no real consequence."

His mother studied his face slowly. If the project was 
of no consequence, then what was? She decided to talk 
the situation over with B.C. at the first opportunity.

Doug turned on the TV and pretended to watch it. His 
mother sat quietly, industriously working at her 
needlepoint and watching Doug. She was thankful when 
she heard the car drive into the garage. Soon her 
husband stepped into the rumpus room.

"Home early, B.C.? How was the lecture?"

Mr. Fleming bent over and lightly kissed her cheek. 
"Just what you'd expect of old Buckner. All theory and 
no fact."

"If he'd change at his time of life, he'd be a god, not 
a scientist."

"He's already a god by definition," Mr. Fleming said 
jocularly. "Only a god performs miracles and he 
performed one tonight. He seemed to have most of the 
audience believing him, especially the graduate 
students."

Husband and wife laughed together.

"You must be tired, dear," Mrs. Fleming said. "Would 
you like some tea?"

Mr. Fleming heaved a deep sigh and relaxed in his 
chair. "You're reading my mind."

"Would you like some, Doug?" his mother asked.

"No, thanks, Mom."

Out of the corner of his eye, Doug watched his parents 
act out their little ritual. Coming-home-from-a-late-
lecture was a routine they acted out at least twice a 
month. The moves were always the same. He analyzed 
their conversation and their actions. His mother 
sharing her husband's interests, anticipating his 
needs; both of them sharing "in" jokes and touching 
each other. That must be the stable kind of love -- 
having respect and consideration for the other person. 
If you felt that way about a person, then the physical 
love was an added attraction.

Reviewing the past two weeks with Angie at school was 
painful. How comforting it was to have her lying near 
him in the quadrangle. The sun shining on a blowaway 
strand of her black hair and turning it red. The 
possessive and protective feeling he'd had when he held 
her hand in his. The sound of her laughter rang in his 
memory. How much he'd taken all of these things for 
granted! Only by losing them did he become aware of 
their value. Somehow it didn't seem fair. There should 
be some way that a person could know beforehand. So the 
person could recognize that he was in love so he could 
protect the relationship.

Doug sighed deeply. Their sex experiment must stop. 
That was certain. He'd tell Angie on Monday at school. 
But how to stop Brad from trying to continue them? 
Reason meant nothing to him; arguments had no interest 
for him. Brad didn't love Angie like he did, and after 
yesterday night, he probably didn't have any respect 
for her. That left fighting. The only thing that would 
make an impression on Brad's Neanderthal brain. If he 
could manage to beat Brad up, he'd probably leave Angie 
alone.

Doug sighed deeply again. Well, that's what he'd have 
to try to do. He'd tell Angie on Monday.

* * *

The memory of Friday night haunted Angie's mind all 
weekend. The cruelty and the degradation grew more 
awful in her mind each succeeding day. She could feel 
the heavy bodies lying on hers. Hear their mouths 
panting and gasping in her ears. Feel their hard 
throbbing cocks slide into her vagina; the bodies begin 
to pound on top of hers. Then her own blood would begin 
to race -- her heart to pound, breath quicken. Her body 
would answer theirs -- pound rhythmically with them. 
And then she'd feel the hot, scalding semen spurt into 
her, spraying her womb. Oh, God. Could she ever forget 
it? The fear of being found out preyed on her 
conscience until she began to feel that other people 
could tell just by looking at her what had happened on 
Friday night.

She dreaded Monday, when she'd have to go to school. 
She was sure she couldn't go. When Monday morning 
dawned, she considered feigning sickness but she knew 
her father would be able to tell that nothing was wrong 
with her. And then her mother would give her the third-
degree, trying to find out what she was up to. She 
couldn't take that. Not now.

Apprehensively she trudged to school. Keeping a sharp 
eye out for anyone she knew, she managed to avoid 
meeting Doug and Brad and her other friends all 
morning. However, at lunch time, Doug managed to catch 
her hiding behind a book in the quadrangle.

"Angie, I've been trying to find you all morning," Doug 
said, thankful he had found her. He added contritely. 
"I'm sorry about last Friday. Really. I'd give anything 
if it hadn't happened. And -- I wanted to tell you that 
I think our experiments had better stop."

Angie's face flushed red with shame. "You're damned 
right the experiments had better stop," she snapped. "I 
don't ever want to see you again."

"Why not?" Doug asked, disturbed. "It wasn't my fault 
it happened."

"It was too," Angie said hotly. "If you hadn't kissed 
me at the door, Brad wouldn't have guessed."

"Look," Doug's voice rose under the stress, "I didn't 
know Brad was there. I didn't invite him to come. You 
did. Why didn't you tell me you did?"

"I tried to. Only he wouldn't leave me alone. He kept 
following me."

The two looked at each other hopelessly.

"What's done is done," Doug said. "We've got to figure 
out what to do now."

Doug's calm acceptance of the situation angered Angie 
who was still trying to pretend it hadn't happened. 
"That's easy for you to say. Who started the whole 
thing?" She asked passionately. "Who?"

"Angie! Be reasonable..."

Angie remembered the boys' shameful and degrading 
treatment of her helpless, naked body. How could he 
talk about reason? She turned and started to run away. 
Doug ran after her and caught her arm.

He pleaded, "Let's not quarrel about it. I'll make it 
up to you in some way. I promise. Let's try to stop it 
before it gets worse. I'll beat up Brad so he won't 
tell anyone. So he'll stop."

Angie let out a wild peal of hysterical laughter. When 
she could speak, she coated each word with venom. "You! 
Beat up Brad!" She started laughing crazily again.

It was Doug's turn o blush a deep red. Embarrassed, he 
stammered. "H-he j-jumped me from behind the other t-
time --" Then he stopped. What was the use? Angie hated 
him. It was finished between them. Done. Misery rose 
and caught in his throat as he watched her run away.

Angie ran blindly. She could barely see through her 
tear-filled eyes. Where could she hide where no one 
could bother her? She slowed to a walk and dabbed her 
eyes with a Kleenex. The language lab didn't have a 
teacher there all the time. She could hide in the gym 
but if Miss Blodgett found her she'd be nosy and try to 
force her to tell why she was crying. Probably the best 
place to go was the library. She knew a dark corner 
there among the bookshelves where she could hide.

When she entered the library, Angie was relieved to see 
few people there. The day was sunny and warm outside so 
only the most ardent scholars were studying today. She 
walked past the shelves of books toward the dark 
corner. She didn't see Brad come in the door behind 
her.

Brad had just glimpsed Angie stepping into the library 
door. He went in after her and saw her disappearing 
behind a bookshelf. He guessed where she was heading. A 
smile brightened his face. Swiftly he followed after 
her. He found her just where he hoped to -- in a dark 
alcove shielded by a shelf of books. He stepped in, 
blocking her exit.

"Hi! I've been looking all over for you," Brad 
whispered gaily.

Frightened, Angie cringed against the wall. "I want to 
be alone."

"Baby! Don't be selfish." Brad pulled her to him. "Just 
a little kiss."

Brad's mouth smothered hers. His hands slid down her 
sides and up her light sweater. His fingers felt her 
breasts and began kneading her soft mounds of flesh and 
brushing tantalizingly across the tips of her nipples.

Angie groaned, and in spite of her hate for the boy, 
felt her body tingling into desire. Her vagina burned. 
Good God, not here! In the library. She twisted her 
body around in Brad's arms until her back and the 
softness of her buttocks faced him. She did it so 
suddenly, he couldn't stop her but his hands slid 
around the front of her body and greedily continued 
kneading her young firm breasts.

Angie tried to pull his hands away but they were too 
strong for her. She could feel her soft nipples turn 
hard and erect. Brad's mouth was breathing gently in 
her ear, sending searing electric shocks of unwanted 
desire down between her legs. Brad's body pushed hers 
hard against the wall. His middle finger slipped under 
the leg band of her panties and probed into her moist 
lips. Frantically she tried to cross her legs to 
protect herself. Too late. A finger gently caressed her 
clitoris. Sensual waves seared through her body. She 
gasped and moaned softly.

"No. Not here. Please don't do it to me here!"

But her body ignored her words. Her vagina felt wet and 
open. It began to press back against Brad's hard penis 
which poked against her yielding buttocks.

Still teasing her clitoris with one hand, Brad took his 
other hand away from her breast. "Burn, baby, burn," he 
crooned in her ear.

Angie heard him unzip his fly. She felt his hardening 
penis pop out of his pants and graze down under the 
soft yielding crevice of her buttocks. Her body 
trembled. "Oooh!" she groaned softly, in ecstasy. Her 
pelvis involuntarily swung back to rub against his 
penis. Her insides convulsed. Her vagina dripped in 
anticipation.

"That's it, baby. Swing it! Swing it!" Brad said 
hoarsely.

With one hand he tore her panties down; the her hand 
pulled her buttocks out from the wall so she was half-
bending over. Brad pushed her miniskirt up. In the dim 
light the soft white moons of her buttocks shone 
sensuously. He pushed down on her back until she was 
bending over more. The dark crease of her buttocks 
widened. He slid his fingers down the wide stretched 
crevice, feeling her tiny puckered anus, her vaginal 
hole, the soft ridges of her vaginal lips, the warm 
nest of her pubic hair.

"Reach back and feel me, Angie, feel me!" he said 
urgently.

Angie could feel his engorged member stretching like a 
pole between her legs. Without thinking, her right hand 
reached back under her spread legs and firmly grasped 
the fleshy shaft. She rubbed her hand up and down it. 
It was hard and hot in her palm. She touched a finger 
lightly on its leaden slippery head. It slavered 
liquid, greedy to get in her. She could feel Brad's 
finger circle around her vagina lips, softly at the 
sparse young hair surrounding them. She moaned with 
pleasure. 

Her buttocks flexed. Lubricant oozed from her open 
little pussy and dripped down her thigh. She felt his 
finger slide into her moistened vagina easily. Her 
warm, fleshy walls crushed down on it, trying to keep 
it in. The finger moved out. Her pelvis rotated 
backwards, trying to recapture it. The finger moved 
back in, causing a burning trail where it touched the 
smooth throbbing flesh of her cuntal passage.

Their bodies began to push and gyrate against each 
other. Minds whirling, hearts palpitating, their bodies 
began to heat up hotter and hotter.

Brad's eyes were glued to Angie's opalescent bottom. 
The muscles dented each cheek as she flexed them. The 
dark slit narrowed and widened as she moaned softly and 
moved her pelvis. Her soft moist vaginal walls 
convulsed on his finger. Lubrication squirted on his 
finger and dribbled out over his hand. Her pelvis 
arched back farther and faster. His genitals burned. He 
couldn't wait much longer. I've got to hold it, he told 
himself. Little bitch! Let her fight for me this time!

Soft moans escaped Angie's lips. Her body was wracked 
with hungry desire. Oh God, why doesn't he take me? she 
thought helplessly through her building passion. She 
pushed her buttocks harder back against him. Her whole 
body burned at white heat.

"Take me, take me," she begged softly, not aware she 
was saying the words out loud.

But still she didn't feel the delicious rod push in 
her. Maddened by passion, without thinking, her left 
hand pulled Brad's finger out of her vagina and her 
right hand rammed the hardened shaft of his cock in 
hard. She gasped in delight when she felt her vaginal 
walls close around it. Mysterious cosmic impulses 
permeated her being. She was impaled! Her whole reason 
for living was happening. She worked her pelvis harder 
and faster to bring the driving cock deeper and deeper 
into her.

Brad's triumph was complete. My God, what a hot little 
whore dug into her, deeper and deeper. An unbelievable 
fire rose in his vitals. It singed through his shaft in 
delicious agony. His mind turned into a whirling 
kaleidoscope. "Mmm, mmm." He tried to swallow his cries 
of delight.

Their bodies ground to a halt and locked, cumming in 
short jerky spasms against each other. They stood 
still. Knowing nothing. Feeling everything with their 
bodies. An out-of-this-world feeling enveloped them as 
their orgasms jerked on. Too soon, the pleasure ebbed 
away, leaving them stranded in the every day world.

Brad's flaccid penis slipped out of her soft, satisfied 
womb. It was dripping with secretions. Her vaginal 
opening looked dark and cavernous and shone wetly. He 
watched his now small organ slip ignobly back into his 
pants.

Angie stood up slowly, shakily. Her muscles ached. Her 
stomach felt filled with the hot wetness of his sperm. 
She stared at the wall in front of her, afraid to face 
Brad.

"Don't forget your panties," he said, holding them up 
to her.

She turned her head and their eyes met. His eyes showed 
neither cruelty nor laughter.

"Thanks," she whispered.

She looked at them. They were ripped down one side. She 
wiped her wet vaginal area and her thighs with them, 
then folded them and put them in her purse.

"You hair ribbon is falling out," Brad whispered.

Giggling, they helped each other dress and repair pair 
the damages. Before the left, Brad kissed her long and 
hard on the lips. Angie kissed him back hungrily.

"That's thanks for this time," Brad whispered. "Shall 
we have more on Friday?"

"Oh, yes!" Angie whispered back. "I like it now!"

* * *

Brad paid court to Angie all week. Always smiling, 
always gracious, always humble. They had long 
discussions in the quadrangle at lunch times. He 
carried her books between classes. He flattered her in 
front of the other students. Mary Jane and her crowd 
were green with envy at the attention she was getting.

Angie felt like a queen, what with Brad and his friends 
and Mary Jane and her friends all paying court to her. 
All thought of Doug went out of her mind. Now he seemed 
pitiful to her, walking around all hunched over, his 
eyes lonely and grieved. Brad and how this situation 
was going to end, she wasn't going to. Brad would never 
tell on her as long as he got repeat performances. And 
she intended to oblige him, Why not? They turned each 
other on like Roman candles. Why not enjoy each other?

On Friday afternoon after school, when she stepped 
inside the front door of her home, she heard her 
mother's voice. It sounded like it was coming from the 
direction of the kitchen. Angie tiptoed nearer to 
eavesdrop. She peeked and saw her mother talking into 
the telephone.

"-- you're absolutely right!" her mother said, "they 
say teaching sex in the classroom will lessen ignorance 
of sex, reduce the numbers of illegitimate pregnancies, 
and reduce the incidence of venereal diseases. But I 
don't agree. I think teaching sex in the classroom will 
give the children more knowledge than they can handle. 
They'll get all excited about it and want to try it. 
It's too dangerous, teaching sex without teaching 
morality too. It just can't be done."

Her mother paused to listen momentarily.

"Oh, Moira! Did I tell you? I had the most wonderful 
experience last week. Angie and I had a very private 
discussion." She paused to giggle girlishly, "You 
guessed it! I told her all about it. It was such a 
memorable experience! Just think, I wouldn't have had 
it if I had let Angie go to those sex classes at 
school. I'd have been cheated out of it!"

If she only knew, Angie thought as she tiptoed away. 
What would she do to her? She couldn't imagine. Maybe I 
should quit, she thought. Play it safe. But, oh, how 
she'd hate to give up Brad, now that he was so hot for 
her.

Angie banged things about in her room, thoroughly 
annoyed with her mother. If she would only stop talking 
about sex, Angie thought angrily. She doesn't know 
anything about it. Why does she have to go and on? She 
makes me feel sick. I don't want to talk about it or 
hear about it or do it. Ever again.

That evening, Angie curled up on her bed with a good 
book, some chocolates, good resolutions, and Salome as 
she had planned. She even turned the stereo down to a 
medium rumble so she could concentrate on her reading. 
Even so, when the doorbell rang, she heard it 
immediately.

"I'm not going to answer it," she said out loud to 
Salome. She cuddled the cat closer to her and petted it 
immediately.

Salome began to purr loudly.

The doorbell continued to ring at intervals. Then Angie 
could hear loud knocks on the door.

I don't care who it is. Let them go hang, she thought. 
Especially her mother and Doug and even Brad.

But the ringing doorbell and the knocks began to jangle 
her nerves. She endured it patiently as long as she 
could; then she became upset. "Whoever it is has no 
right to bother me. I'll call the police," Angie told 
Salome. "I'm going to tell them."

She marched down the hall righteously. "Hey!" she 
shouted. "Stop banging on this door. Stop ringing the 
doorbell. Or I'll call the police."

"Let me in," a boy's voice called. "Please. I just want 
to talk to you."

"Who is it?" Angie called. She tiptoed to a living room 
window and peeked around a curtain. It was Brad. And he 
had two friends with him! How dare he bring his 
friends! Who did he think he was! She tiptoed back to 
the door.

"Me!" the voice said.

"Who's me?" Angie called out.

"Can't you recognize my voice?"

"Don't you know your name?" Angie countered. "Or does 
it begin with B?"

"B?"

"Yes. B for bastard."

"Open up; I'll surprise you."

"Get lost, Brad," Angie said impatiently. "I know it's 
you. I saw you through the curtain. You'd better leave 
or I'll call the police."

Angie stood behind the door and listened. The footsteps 
moved around on the porch a little, then they seemed to 
walk away. She smiled to herself and went back to her 
room.

The excitement at the door had spoiled her contented 
mood. The book and the chocolates and Salome had lost 
their appeal. Her mind strayed hopelessly. The 
slightest sound interrupted her reading. The wind 
sighed in the trees and sounded ineffably sad. The 
house creaked. Loneliness seemed to creep out of its 
gloomy corners and sit watching her.

"My parents have been going out Friday nights for a 
long time," Angie told Salome. "I've never felt this 
frightened before."

She hugged the cat to her and listened for the next 
noises.

When she heard the doorbell ring again, she felt almost 
relieved. She padded down the hall to the front door.

Angie called out. "I'm going to count to ten. If you're 
not gone by then, I'll call the police, Brad."

"I'm not Brad," a muffled voice called back.

"Who is it?" Angie sneaked around to the window but the 
person was standing close to the front door and out of 
her range of vision.

"Doug," the voice said indistinctly.

"Who?" Angie called. The voice didn't sound like him.

"Doug," the voice said a little clearer.

The tone was funny. Maybe he's been smoking pot, Angie 
thought. Or maybe he's been drinking. The desire to 
tell him off good overcame her.

"You don't think I've forgiven you already, do you?" 
Angie ranted.

The second she opened the door a foot stepped in the 
crack. Angie looked up into Brad's grinning face.

"But you have already forgiven me, remember?" Brad said 
laughing.

Angie threw her body against the door violently, hoping 
to crush the foot.

"Angie, what's the matter with you?"

"I've changed my mind," she shouted angrily. "Go away."

Brad pushed the door open wider. He stepped inside and 
grabbed her. She kicked and scratched and bit him.

"No, you're not changing your mind," Brad said 
decisively. He struggled with her down the hallway to 
her bedroom. He threw her on the floor and held her 
down. He pulled off his pants and shorts. With one hand 
he grabbed a handful of her long black hair and pulled 
it hard until tears started in her eyes.

"Now kneel," he commanded, "we're going to take a 
little ride."

Brad pushed her body forward. Angie's weight fell on 
her forearms; her buttocks swung high in the air. Brad 
threw her robe and nightie over her head. His eyes 
drank in the sight of her ivory-colored fleshy cheeks, 
with the dark slit in the middle. Like a peach, he 
thought, as he ran his hands over the soft skin on each 
side. So soft. He slid a finger lightly down the slit, 
past the pink puckered anus, and felt her slightly open 
vaginal mouth.

No, no, no! Angie's mind screamed. I don't want to 
anymore. What if mother finds out? Doug was right. Why 
hadn't she listened to him? She should stop having sex. 
It was too dangerous.

"Please," Angie begged. "Let me go, Brad. I don't want 
to anymore. My mother'll kill me if she finds out."

"You enjoy it," Brad said. "You were made for it. 
Besides, I need it tonight."

Brad's hands played over her warm, soft buttocks. He 
leaned over and licked her vaginal opening with soft 
light butterfly touches. He could feel it convulse 
under his touches. He kept licking faster.

Angie gasped loudly. Excitement ran through her blood. 
She could feel her vagina begin to burn with desire. I 
don't want to, she thought. But her heated young body 
ignored her mind. Her hips rocked involuntarily.

"Oh, please stop!" she begged. All the while she plead, 
her body swayed with desire. Pleasure, beginning in her 
vagina, traveled through her body and erupted from her 
mouth as groans of delight. "Mmmmm! Mmmm." Her groans 
turned into incoherent sounds of animal-like pleasure. 
It's wrong of me to love this, she told herself. But I 
can't help myself! Something must be wrong with me, to 
enjoy it so much. Why can't my body listen to my mind 
and stop? But it didn't. It smoldered with desire. Her 
body rocked back and forth.

"Can't wait, huh?" Brad said with satisfaction. "Don't 
worry. I'll give you the fuck of your life."

Bitch! Trying to keep him out. Go back on her word. 
He'd get even. You're going to be rocking those hips 
out of joint, pleading for me, he thought. His hand 
cupped her soft, hair covered loins.

The pressure of his hand over her sensitive vaginal 
lips and the hotness of his hand generated more heat 
which passed into her body and, in turn, generated 
sensual heat. Angie closed her legs tightly around his 
arm and wiggled her body, trying to get rid of the 
torturing hand.

Above the sound of his heavy breathing, Angie heard 
footsteps. Her parents! Omigod! She wanted to scream 
but no noise came. She couldn't think. She couldn't get 
up out of this degrading position. They'd see her! What 
would they say? What would they do? A heavy weight grew 
in her heart.

The bedroom door flung open and two boys ran in. She 
recognized Jim and Scott, two friends of Brad's. Quick 
relief that it wasn't her parents was followed by shame 
that two boys she knew at school should see her like 
this. Her naked buttocks waving sensuously in the air. 
See her private parts.

"Hey! Look at that!" Jim pointed a finger right at 
Angie and burst out laughing.

Angie closed her eyes tightly, humiliated. Tears 
streamed from her eyes and dripped onto the floor. She 
wished she'd die. She felt herself fainting. Her body 
began to relax.

"Hey, you fucking bitch! Come alive," Brad screeched 
angrily. He slapped her hard on one of her buttocks.

The stinging slap brought her to. Confused thoughts 
fought for possession of Angie's will. She shouldn't do 
this. This hateful mockery of sex. Yet she had to. 
Because she wasn't strong enough to resist. To get 
away.

Brad laughed. He uncupped his hand over her vaginal 
lips and his fingers probed them to get inside, to find 
her clitoris. The slippery flesh of her rubbery lips 
began to turn more solid. His fingers found the little 
pronged clitoris. Lightly, like butterfly wings, his 
fingers stroked the limp hook. She felt it harden under 
his touch.

Angie's body twitched fretfully, searing electric 
shocks coursed through her body at his touches. Her 
vaginal area began to burn. She tried to remember that 
the two other boys were watching. That she didn't want 
to get hot and lose all control, but her mind began 
whirling. She couldn't remember. All she was aware of 
was the fingers, leaving hot trails of desire behind 
them. Her engorged clitoris, sending hot trails of 
passion through her body. The burning sensation 
deepened, penetrated her vagina. The walls shuddered, 
eager for action, and dripped with lubrication. The 
vagina was ready and waiting.

Brad's penis arched proudly erect. It's engorged head 
flamed. Purposely he pressed it against her buttocks as 
he leaned over her and began teasing her pink nipples 
with his fingers. They were already hard and erect. He 
kneaded her soft, jello-y breasts until they turned 
firm under his touch.

By this time, Angie was breathing heavily. Long, 
helplessly pleasurable moans came from her open mouth. 
Her pelvis undulated rhythmically in front of Brad's 
face. The muscles in her buttocks flexed and unflexed, 
making dimples in her cheeks then unmaking them. Her 
mother was forgotten. The boys. Her resolution. Her 
whole body writhed sensually. Her whole body wanted to. 
Overwhelming desire to be filled and to be released. 
Her buttocks began pushing backwards against Brad's 
penis, demanding fulfillment.

Jim and Scott watched Brad manipulating Angie's body. 
Excitement raced through their young waiting cocks when 
they saw her body respond.

Jim stuck an elbow into Scott's ribs. "Wow! Get a load 
of that!"

Scott's eyes couldn't pop out of his head anymore than 
they already were. "I'm ready. I'm ready." He tore his 
pants and shorts down; his penis stood up like a tree 
trunk.

Brad's pleasure mounted as he watched her flexing 
buttocks first hide then reveal her open, already wet 
vagina. He could see the vaginal muscles press outward. 
The soft, hair lined vaginal lips were flowered open 
and flaming red. The sight of them excited him; his 
hardened penis engorged even more. The head flamed a 
dull purplish-red. It felt like it was ready to burst. 
He held the shaft horizontally and teased her vaginal 
opening with his large leaden head. At the first touch, 
Angie's lusty open vagina lunged backwards greedily and 
impaled itself on the hardened cock, swallowing it all 
at once.

The soft, smothering grip of her vaginal walls on his 
penis shook Brad to the core. Turbulent passion whipped 
through him. Both their bodies swung into action. 
Uncontrollably they flailed against each other, 
uttering incoherent cries. Neither heard Scott shout, 
"Save a little for me!"

Angie pounded her buttocks hard against Brad. She felt 
his hard rod pound deeper and deeper into her. She 
wanted it. She wanted more of it! Her body fought 
against his. To be stuck together. Permanently. Her 
vaginal walls hardened and clasped his whole penis, 
straining to keep it. The walls ravished themselves and 
they ravished the penis.

Their bodies locked hard into position. Brad felt his 
penis jerk into life and pump his burning semen deep 
into her wildly quivering belly. Brad's mind 
fragmented. He let out anguished cries of joy.

Angie gasped when the pressurized semen beat against 
her uterus, spewing the hot, boiling sperm all over the 
walls. Unbearable pleasure staccatoed back and forth 
with delicious pain. She couldn't bear it! She uttered 
loud cries. Then her mind sank down, down, down. She 
passed out momentarily.

Brad's penis deflated and slipped out of her vagina. He 
dropped his body wearily beside hers. He was sated.

Angie's body had collapsed in a heap like a rag doll. 
Scott ran to her, concerned. "Don't give out on me, 
baby!" He straightened her body, pulling her legs 
apart.

Angie was only half aware of what he was doing to her. 
She felt an arm slip under her stomach. It tried to 
lift her but she was too relaxed for him to get a good 
grip. She felt the two hands exploring her nakedness. 
They seemed far away at first; gradually they left 
nerve-tingling trails in their wake. A hand cupped a 
breast, tantalizing a nipple. Burning sensations 
whipped down to her vagina and clogged there, re-
activating her passion. When she felt the hard head of 
a penis rub against her thighs, her pelvis started 
working up and down.

"Hey, look at this, you guys," Scott ceased tormenting 
her body to gaze in appreciation at her sensual body. 
It shone with sweat. The dim lamp light reflected off 
her pert firm breasts, her rounded hips. "She's 
insatiable!"

Angie's pelvis stopped flexing. Scott leaned over and 
slipped his big cock between her buttocks. It 
disappeared into her wet, slippery vagina easily. The 
vaginal walls covered it like a glove, giving him a 
pleasurable jolt. His body crushed full length over 
hers. Each of his hands slipped under her hips and 
pressed her pelvis up against his as he see-sawed 
across her body. Her soft buttocks jiggled against his 
energetic penis. His body slapped loudly down on hers.

Jim watched Scott's penis pop in and out of sight, 
making loud sucking sounds in her open vagina. His own 
penis, already standing stiff, began to burn.

"Screw her, man!" he urged Scott excitedly.

Angie's body came to life again. Excitement drove her 
to bang her body back against Scott's. She angled her 
pelvis off the floor, straining to enclose his long, 
lust-hardened cock. Excited animal-like cries escaped 
from her lips. Their bodies rocked back and forth 
madly. Faster and faster until they rocked to a 
standstill. She uttered a sharp cry like a wounded 
bird. The pressure of his semen spurting against her 
uterus sent her into ecstasy. She pressed her vaginal 
walls hard against his penis, trying to hold it.

"Oooo. Oooo. It's so good," she moaned passionately.

When Scott relaxed his exhausted body on hers, his limp 
penis slipped out. He rolled his body onto the floor 
and curled up and rested.

"Now it's my turn!" Jim cried.

Angie rolled over on her back. Ohh, that floor was so 
hard! Her muscles ached all over. She held her arms out 
to Jim. "Not here. On the bed."

Jim's eyes appreciated the firm bouncing breasts, the 
soft belly, and the hairy delta at the junction of her 
thighs.

"Anything to make it easier," he said enthusiastically.

He lifted her off the floor, carried her in his arms 
over to the bed. He threw himself down on the mattress, 
still holding her in his arms. They rolled around 
laughing, feeling each other up. Teasing each other's 
bodies. Angie wrestled with him enticingly, caressing 
his penis fleetingly. Their wild cries, heavy 
breathing, and warm breath on their skin excited them. 
Jim clamped his mouth on hers and kissed her soundly. 
Their tongue explored each other's mouths.

Angie felt happy and free. Mom doesn't know what she's 
talking about. Sex is fun. The most exciting game I 
know of. As long as I relax and kid these guys along. 
Take each one as he comes, everything will turn out al 
right. Thank heavens they don't dip their wick, cum, 
and get out. Boom, boom, boom is no fun. You've got to 
take time. Play around. Burn a little before you light 
the fuse. Then you really get a bang! Ah, I waited so 
long for my life to begin. Now it has. I love it. 
Fucking is fun!

Jim's tongue filled her mouth, poking far in and 
stirring up excitement deep within her body. Angie 
threw her arms around his neck and held him tightly to 
her. She ran her hands down his back.

Jim pulled away. He kissed hungrily down her throat 
onto a breast. He sucked noisily on a tit.

Desire raced through her body again. Her body moved 
fretfully, wiggling and arching against his. She slid 
her body under him, pressing her pelvis against his. 
She felt his heavy penis pressing against her legs, 
then flopping against her stomach. Her body undulated 
sensuously.

She breathed deeply. "It's sooo good. So good!"

Jim enjoyed tantalizing her. How long should he wait to 
go in? He hadn't had enough experience to know. She 
couldn't be ready so soon!

Angie flipped completely. She couldn't wait. She could 
feel the fleshy rod of hardened flesh flopping between 
their bodies. She reached down, grabbed it, and pushed 
it down her to vagina. It sloshed inside, making wet 
sucking noises. She pushed her body up against its hard 
length, lifting her pelvis completely off the mattress. 
Her pelvis ground savagely against his. Her pleasure 
grew.

She gasped, "Uh, uh, uh."

Jim screwed deep into her. God, he thought. He'd drown 
in her. What a hot little wench! She could take on an 
army. He pounded her body into the mattress as hard as 
he could. His penis burned to go deep and deeper into 
her. His body moved faster, more rhythmically. He 
caught his breath. It was coming! He couldn't hold it! 
Uncontrollable spurts. Two, three rapturous spurts far, 
far up into her squirming little belly.

Their bodies locked together in a rigid embrace. She 
wrapped her legs tightly over his back, jealously 
holding him in. Preserving the passion between them. 
Too soon it ebbed. Emptied of its load the limp penis 
slipped out. Their minds stopped whirling and their 
bodies relaxed.

The excitement past, Jim kissed Angie delicately on the 
cheek. "Thanks, baby." he whispered in her ear.

"Come on, Romeo," Brad demanded, slapping Jim hard on 
his naked ass.

"It's my turn."

Reluctantly Jim rolled off of Angie.

Angie felt it was degrading to be used like this, 
passed from boy to boy. As Brad was settling between 
her thighs her lust-dazed mind tried to form a protest. 
But as soon as Brad's stiff cock slipped into her 
swollen vagina, filled her deliciously, and began to 
stroke excitingly, all thought of protest vanished. Her 
pelvis pushed up, eager for stimulation. She groaned 
aloud with pleasure as Brad's initial thrust sank his 
stiff cock balls-deep, and, in only a moment, the two 
bodies were churning in unison.

The night wore on but the four sensualists didn't tire 
of their games. They played with each other, exciting 
and re-exciting themselves. Their young bodies, so 
lethargic when it came to carrying out the garbage, 
were bursting with sexual energy and re-heated time and 
time again. They couldn't seem to get sated.

When they finally left, they left because the hour was 
late and Angie's parents would be coming home.

"See you next week," Angie said at the door with a 
dreamy smile. "All of you!"

"See you," they called back happily.


Chapter 5
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Angie went to school warily the next Monday. Would the 
boys have talked, spoiling her reputation? Would 
everyone be laughing at her, pointing their fingers at 
her? You could depend on one boy to keep his mouth 
shut, but could you depend on three? She kept watching 
everybody critically, waiting to be put down. However, 
Mary Jane and her friends were just as friendly to her 
as ever. Her teachers seemed to be acting normally. She 
couldn't believe no one would say anything to her about 
Friday night, but no one did.

As soon as Brad, Jim and Scott saw her at school, they 
came rushing over chattering happily. They escorted her 
to classes, they carried her books.

Later on, she happened to be in the girl's lavatory 
combing her hair when Mary Jane came in.

"Angie! What a darling dress. Is it new?" Without 
waiting for an answer she rattled on. "I do like your 
hair that way. Brad and his friends must like it too. 
Is brad as nice as he seems to be?"

Angie murmured, "Guess so."

"He certainly seems to like you a lot," Mary Jane said 
enviously.

Half-jokingly she asked, "What have you got that I 
haven't got?"

Mary Jane leaned toward the mirror and studied her 
pretty face anxiously, trying to find the flaw.

Angie felt a kind of triumph. Now Mary Jane was wishing 
for what she, Angie, had, and not the other way around. 
Angie smiled secretively. She gave a last pat to her 
hair as she moved to go out.

"Ask, Brad, why don't you?" she told Mary Jane 
brightly.

Angie gave Mary Jane a brilliant smile and closed the 
door behind her.

As the week wore on Angie became lees concerned about 
her reputation. She reasoned the boys wouldn't want 
their parents to know what they were doing. And they 
didn't want to stop doing it, so they wouldn't tell 
their parents on her. It was as simple as that. Only 
one person might tell -- Doug. He'd been awfully upset 
about her and Brad. What would he think if he heard 
about Jim and Scott? Well, she comforted herself, he 
probably won't find out. I won't tell him and the boys 
can't afford to unless they want to take a chance on 
getting caught.

The week passed quickly. Angie basked in her new 
popularity. She looked forward to Friday evening too. 
Several times during the week she got hot and it was no 
fun burning she decided. What a wonderful thing sex was 
-- to turn you on so high and give you release at the 
same time. No wonder her mother was such a crab. 
Burning all the time and never getting it put to her. 
She ought to let herself go and enjoy her body 
naturally, not try to live by unnatural rules.

That evening, when she opened the door, there were six 
boys on the doorstep. "Oh, no!" she thought. She was 
stunned but she hid her feelings. What could she do but 
go along with them?

"You know everybody, don't you Angie?" Brad said 
easily.

Angie nodded, giving them all a weak smile. Could she 
satisfy them all? She wondered. She could tell by the 
new boy's uneasy glances that they knew about the sex 
marathon and without doubt expected to take part in it. 
It really wasn't fair. Brad should have told her he was 
bringing more boys.

Brad confidently started down the hall toward her 
bedroom. The other boys clattered after him in a bunch. 
Angie followed behind. She couldn't help feeling 
disturbed. Things were getting out of hand.

The boys looked approvingly around her bedroom. The 
stereo blared out a sexy African beat. A small lamp on 
her desk in the corner shone dimly, otherwise the room 
was dark. A bottle of wine and some glasses were laid 
out on the desk.

"Wow! This is neat!" Keith exclaimed. He grabbed 
Angie's arm and pulled her in front of him. "Let's 
dance."

Keith started wiggling his hips and waving his arms in 
time to the sexy pounding beat.

Angie was glad of the diversion. Her eyes lighted up, 
gleaming in the dusky room. Her body weaved back and 
forth gracefully; her young little breasts jiggled and 
her cute little bottom rotated seductively.

The boy's eyes gleamed watching her sheer gown swirl 
about her body now hiding and now highlighting the 
mounds of her breasts, the swooping curve of her narrow 
waist, and the rounded mass of her buttocks bouncing 
tantalizingly. Their mouths fell open, mesmerized by 
that bouncing bottom.

"Sweetest little ass I ever saw," a voice said 
seriously.

Angie heard the remark. She felt more and more anxious. 
What would happen when they found out? How could she 
tell them? Their eyes kept looking at her expectantly. 
Undressing her body. Ravishing it. She could feel it. 
She could feel a hand run down her buttock. She swung 
away, out of range. They'll be mad when they find out. 
She knew. A different hand grazed her breast, igniting 
a flare of passion within her. If she could only think 
of something to do! But there was nothing. Nothing. 
Another hand ran up her inner thigh, lightly hitting 
her private parts. A streak of desire flamed in her. 
Fear gripped her too. What would they do when they 
found out?

Two arms grasped her strongly from behind. A face 
buried itself in her wriggling bottom. Wet lips kissed 
down her mysterious crack. The hands dug into her 
fleshy hips. She could hear his rough breathing. She 
screamed and struggled to free herself, beating her 
hands ineffectively on his head. But the arms were like 
a vise.

"No, no!" she kept shouting.

Her body was pulled down. Hands were feeling all over 
her. Warming her up. Uselessly her body rolled from 
side to side, her arms flailing. Hot breath from the 
panting mouth erupted thrills in her breast, bringing 
her body to life. The hot wet mouth sucked hungrily on 
a hard nipple.

"Oh, oh, ooh," Angie moaned, her mind whirling, her 
body burning all over.

The hot breathe and wet lips left a trail of slather 
down her soft belly and headed straight down between 
her legs... Frantically, Angie put her hands there, 
covering her secret parts. They were ripped away. The 
mouth moved downward.

"Hey!" a surprised voice shouted. "Look at this. She's 
got the rag on!"

"Yeah?" several voices exclaimed.

Frightened, Angie lay still and silent. Her mind turned 
off, too scared of the consequences. Fingers pulled 
down her napkin, exposing her blood-stained pubic 
hairs, moistly wet vaginal lips, and stained inner 
thighs. Wondering faces with curious eyes stared 
attentively.

"By god, she is! What do we do now?"

"Fuck her anyway!"

"We can't," Robbie objected. "We shouldn't."

"Why not?" Scott asked. "No difference unless you're 
squeamish."

"We'll get our baptism in blood!" Glen said excitedly.

"Man! I've always wanted to try it," Brad said 
exuberantly.

Angie's eyes looked like those of a trapped animal. 
Knowing there was no use resisting.

"Where's an old sheet or something?" Jim asked. "To put 
on the bed so her parents won't find out."

A sheet was found and was folded in fourths to provide 
padding and was carefully spread on the bed.

"I want to finish what I started," Glen said.

The other boys didn't object. They wished they'd had 
the nerve to do what he'd done.

Wordlessly, Angie let Glen help her pull her dress off 
over her head. The other boys swallowed nervously when 
they saw her pink tits staring openly at them. Angie 
laid back on the bed docilely and spread her legs 
apart. Six pairs of eyes studied every curve of her 
body, from her pink erect little tits down to her 
blood-smeared black pubic hairs.

Glen's body crushed down on hers, pushing her breath 
out. She gasped and readjusted her body, waiting to be 
sacrificed. If her mother could see her now. She'd 
really kill her! She'd thought the boys would let her 
alone this time. After all. But no. They were more 
intrigued by her body. They had to have her. Whatever 
her condition. They didn't care how she felt.. What 
would it do to her? She'd always heard people didn't do 
it when the woman was bleeding. Would it hurt? She felt 
frightened.

Glen's mouth clamped hard on hers, bruising her lips. 
Caught of-guard, her mouth opened to let in air. His 
tongue crowded in, swirling around inside her mouth, 
pushing down her throat. Gasping, in self-defense, she 
pushed her tongue back at him to push his tongue out. 
Their tongues snaked in and out of first one mouth, 
then the other. She felt her body heat up; her mind 
turn on. Their tongues circled inside each other's 
mouths, filling them. Low moans started deep in her 
throat. She clamped her arms tightly around his neck, 
pulling his mouth fiercely down on her own. 

Their bodies rocked spasmodically. Excitement raced 
through every nerve. Her pelvis rubbed his sensually. 
She felt his big hot penis press lengthwise against her 
soft firm belly. Her mind started spinning. Their 
bodies began undulating up and down, up and down. She 
grabbed one of his hands and put it over one of her 
breasts. More, more, her mind cried. Turn me on more! 
His fingers worked over it, cupping and squeezing it in 
time with their moving hips. The tit caught between two 
fingers which squeezed it rhythmically too. Their 
breaths came faster, became hoarse.

Five pairs of eyes watched the naked bodies humping 
back and forth, back and forth. Watched the light 
reflecting off her breasts as the flattened and rounded 
alternately, off her hips flexing strongly.

"Get her! Get her!" Brad said hoarsely, his penis 
burning him.

Angie's legs opened wider. She pulled her hips back and 
pushed her pelvis up hard against his body. Glen began 
panting loudly, emitting animal-like cries and squeals.

The watchers saw him pull up his hips, hips huge red 
penis hung free between their bodies. Angie's vagina 
was bloodied but open for it. They saw purplish-red 
blood ooze out of it and trickle down her white 
buttocks. They held their breath, waiting.

"Stick her. Stick her!" Jim croaked.

Angie pushed her pelvis up higher; her hips lifted off 
the bed. Glen's fingers pressed his erect penis 
downward and he lunged it into her. Their pelvises hung 
suspended for a moment; then began grinding against 
each other. Humping up and down, up and down.

The boys watching sighed and watched keenly to see what 
would happen next.

Waves of emotion washed through Angie's body. She 
pushed and grunted, pushing harder and harder. Her 
fingernails tore into the flesh on Glen's back, leaving 
bloody scratches. She spread her legs further apart and 
pulled them back, raising her pelvis up straighter. She 
wanted him sinking in, deeper and deeper.

The boys saw the bloody penis pulling in and out like a 
piston. Saw Angie's blood squirting up and spraying 
Glen's pubic hairs and hips and then falling down on 
her own hips. Heard their panting bodies knocking 
together. Glen's engorged balls slapping against her 
tiny exposed anus. More blood fountained up; its 
wetness caught the light and sparkled for a moment and 
then it fell and dried a dull red-brown.

Their bodies worked frenziedly, pumping their feelings 
high, higher. Their groans issued from deep within 
them. Angie strained against Glen, desiring his penis 
more and more. Her vaginal walls contracted around it, 
squeezing it, inflaming it. "Push harder, deeper," she 
begged. "Fuck me hard!"

She felt the blood spray out of her vagina. Heard the 
penis make loud sucking sounds as it jackhammered into 
her. Her breathing quickened; her desire heightened. 
The penis ground deeper and deeper into her. Body a-
fire, her mind orbited. Their bodies furiously ground 
to a stop. Both cried out piteously. Their bodies clung 
together, glued by passion.

Passion energized the whole room. The very air 
palpitated with desire. All the boys stopped breathing. 
Time stopped. Hung suspended. Then the two bodies on 
the bed relaxed. The spell was broken.

"Out of sight," an awed voice breathed.

A great feeling of satisfaction filled Angie's body. 
She enjoyed feeling the hardened cock in her. 
Completing her. She liked feeling the body weigh down 
on hers. Commanding hers. She felt content. Fulfilled. 
Her mind drifted peacefully.

Robbie let out a deep sigh. "Make war, not love."

"Best thing I've ever seen," Keith breathed.

The boys laughed nervously to break the spell, then a 
clamor started.

"Come on, Glen. Get off of her. It's our turn."

"Come on, Glen. Get off her. It's our turn."

"I want to be next."

"No, me. I'm hurting."

"Whoever's biggest should be next."

"I am."

"No, I am."

"Look at me," Brad said. "I'm loaded."

He pulled his pants down and his big thick penis stood 
up proudly.

"Everybody take your pants down." someone said 
authoritatively. "Let's see who's biggest."

They all skinned their clothes off.

"Robbie's the longest," Jim said. "He's got a regular 
fishing pole."

Robbie turned red when he saw all the eyes stare at his 
long huge shaft standing almost straight up against his 
body. He was a tall boy, close to six foot four. His 
penis looked more than a foot long. Its shiny head was 
a deep purplish-red. Underneath hung his large engorged 
balls; overhead fringed a semi-circle of curly brown 
pubic hairs.

"Too much," Keith said, shaking his head in admiration. 
His own balls were pretty large.

"But mine's the thickest," Brad argued.

"Tough shit. His length is proportionately longer than 
your radius. It would multiply out to a greater 
volume."

"Well, all right," Brad conceded reluctantly.

"Come on, Robbie boy," Keith teased. "Let's see what 
you can do with it."

Robbie turned even redder than before. He was the 
youngest there and he was a virgin.

"Can't I rest a minute?" Angie moaned. Her body was 
feeling too peaceful to move. She lay languidly on the 
bed.

"Why doesn't she start him out easy?" Scott asked. 
"Take him in her mouth."

Angie looked at the enormous organ. "No. Its too much. 
You want him to choke me?"

"We won't let him."

"He's just a poor inexperienced boy. Don't turn him 
down. You'll give him a complex."

"You said you wanted to rest," Brad reminded her.

Hands pushed the hesitant Robbie over toward the bed.

"Come on now, Robbie. Don't chicken out."

"There you go, Angie. Our nation's finest."

"And toughest. Help yourself."

Robbie's penis was pushed up to her face. It looked 
even more monstrous close up. Angie cringed backwards.

"Come on. Be a sport."

Keith lifted her up and Jim put her right hand on the 
penis.

"Turn him on. Let's see if it gets any bigger!"

At her first touch, Robbie trembled. He was shy and 
scared. He rolled his eyes up at the ceiling, as if in 
supplication.

Angie sensed his feeling. She pitied him and didn't 
want to humiliate him. At the same time she felt 
cornered. Could she even get that big thing in her 
mouth? She ran her hand nervously down the shaft. The 
purplish-red head stared at her dumbly.

"Come on now," Brad said impatiently. "You can do 
better than that."

Reluctantly she ran her hand up and down the full 
length, her fingers and thumb enclosing it. Robbie let 
out a deep sigh. She felt the heavy instrument harden 
more in her hand. Robbie closed his eyes tightly.

Angie noticed the other boys stare critically at 
Robbie. Brad's face had a cruel smile on it. She knew 
the boys would tease Robbie unmercifully if he didn't 
reach an orgasm. He reminded her of Doug, sweet and 
unassuming, eager to please. Her sympathy went out to 
him. She rubbed the young excited cock lightly between 
her two hands and blew her breath gently against the 
angry-red head.

Robbie's tall body swayed. Ohhhh, it burned down there.

Still rubbing, her pink tongue snaked out, titillating 
the purplish-red tip. The head was so engorged the skin 
on it felt like plastic. Her tongue swirled in little 
circles on its tip. The circles widened. The penis 
moved slowly between her lips. She swirled it around 
the cavern of her warm, saliva filled mouth. Massaging 
the shaft with one hand, tickling his testicles with 
the other, she worked faster and faster.

Robbie had been trying to control himself. Not to show 
his building passion. Suddenly a loud groan burst from 
deep within him and shook his lanky frame. His hands 
reached out blindly for support caught her shoulder, 
the other tangled in her hair. He held on with all his 
might. Desire he'd never dreamed of began boiling in 
his vitals.

Angie sucked on his penis. Its head swelled larger in 
her mouth. She pushed the penis in and out of her 
mouth. She pushed it in, deeper and deeper.

He began groaning continuously. His fingers dug into 
Angie's hair and into her shoulder. His sex organs felt 
white-hot. The pressure in his penis grew and grew. 
Uncontrollably, it jumped into action on its own, 
contracting wildly in and out of her mouth. It pulled 
her cheeks in and out with it. He leaned forward, 
pushing it farther into her mouth, filling her throat. 
His breathing quickened, his mind whirled. A live 
feeling filled his lust-hardened cock. He couldn't 
stand it. Couldn't stand it!

Angie choked. The penis stuttered in her mouth, 
pounding in and out, plugging her throat. It seemed to 
heat up in her hands and mouth. She struggled to 
breath. Her cheeks tired of being stretched outward and 
being pushed inward. She started to pull away from it.

Blind passion took over Robbie. He grabbed Angie's head 
in both hands. Then clenched it in a death grip and 
pulled it toward him, forcing his penis harder into her 
mouth. It's unleashed head machine-gunned at her throat 
cruelly. His groans rose. His body was a mass of turned 
on feeling.

Suddenly he felt it coming. He gripped Angie's head 
harder. To still it. It was coming, coming. He cried 
out. Loudly. A frightened animal cry. And another. And 
another. Again and again. Ejaculate sprayed her throat 
powerfully, flooding both her throat and her mouth. Her 
cheeks bulged. Her Adam's apple rose and fell as she 
gulped painfully to swallow. Another pressurized squirt 
burned through his penis. Robbie's mind spiraled. His 
whole being turned on.

Angie's eyes rolled. Her cheeks pouched out like a 
squirrels' cheeks full of nuts. Painful gulps wracked 
her body. She couldn't. She couldn't swallow. No more. 
She struggled to open her mouth. To breath. Her skin 
turned white.

"Man! Look at that," Keith said in awe.

Robbie's penis spurted again and again. Four big ones. 
A fearful grimace of pleasure froze on his face. Angie 
gulped. The semen gurgled down her throat. She was sure 
each time she couldn't swallow again. Pain filled her 
mind. Her agonized face was dead-white.

"Shouldn't we pull him out?" Jim asked anxiously.

"Would you want to be?" Brad asked him.

Nobody said anything. They knew the answer. Hell, no. 
The boys stared, hypnotized by the sight.

The last little spurts came. Robbie's rigid body 
relaxed. His monstrous organ became flaccid. His hands 
loosened on her head. The limp penis slid out of her 
mouth.

Angie fell back on the bed exhausted. Rasping breaths 
shook her whole body. Color began coming back to her 
cheeks. Angry thought raced in her mind.

The other boys crowded around Robbie, pounding him 
affectionately.

"Hey, man, you really turned on."

"Helluva trip for the first one."

"Sure you haven't been fucking your mother?"

"Go on! He's probably been screwing that fat-assed 
sister of yours."

"Don't say anything about my sister!"

"Don't get uptight. He's just kidding."

"How'd you like it? Something, huh?"

"You're a real man."

Robbie beamed self-consciously. He'd never imagined it 
could be so good.

But now he felt real tired. Bone-weary.

"I wanna sit down,' he said, a small whine in his 
voice.

Willing hands held him up. "Here. Sit over here. It's 
the most comfortable chair." They escorted him to the 
easy chair.

Robbie plopped himself down. His lanky frame hung all 
over it, dangling arms and legs onto the floor. He laid 
back and closed his eyes. He'd never felt so content.

"God damn it, you guys! You should have helped me," 
Angie raged.

Brad waved his arms helplessly. "What could we do?"

"Pull him out."

"Right at his orgasm?" Scott said aghast.

"He damned near choked me to death," Angie said 
defensively.

"Would you like it?" Glen asked. "To stop on the 
brink?"

"I would if I were choking to death," Angie asserted.

"But you weren't," Jim said.

"It sure as hell felt like it," Angie insisted.

"But he was having a ball!" Jim said.

"It was no ball for me," Angie stated positively.

Everybody stopped talking to consider her last words. 
Suddenly Glen started laughing.

"Ball!" Glen gasped.

The other boys looked at him, laughing hysterically. 
Then they caught on to the joke. They started laughing 
too.

"What's so goddamned funny?" Angie asked suspiciously.

The boys laughed even harder, throwing themselves on 
the floor and rolling around.

Angie stared at them, a puzzled frown on her face. 
"What is it?"

"No balls for me," Scott told her, tears streaming down 
his face.

Angie caught on. She began laughing too. Balls! She 
caught the hysteria and began laughing harder. She 
began rolling back and forth on the bed, her arms 
holding her sides, laughing madly.

Brad recovered first, his eyes attracted to the ivory-
colored moons of her soft, shimmering buttocks 
reflecting the light. Unconsciously his mouth dropped 
open as he drank in the sensuous curves of her smooth 
white bottom rolling from side to side so titillating, 
His laughter died in his throat; he was aware of his 
hot penis burning between his legs. He stood up then 
jumped on her moving body on the bed.

The other boys were quick to notice Brad's action. They 
jumped up and in ones and twos tackled the two tangled 
bodies on the bed. The mass of electric arms and legs 
wildly flashing in the dim light beat on each other 
half in fun and half in earnest.

Hands grazed at every part of Angie's body all at once. 
At her yielding breasts, her curvy back, her soft firm 
tummy, her rounded buttocks, her hair covered vaginal 
lips, her blood-streaked inner thighs. She twisted her 
body to and fro, screaming happily, excited by the 
lightning-powered fingers rousing her flesh. Her 
hysteria rose. Her laughter turned into a long screech 
of joy. She flopped her body about, enjoying the 
crushing weight on her, the stinging slaps, the grazing 
fingers.

"Eeee, eeee, eeee!" Her cries rose higher and higher 
until they stopped.

Her body shook silently with the excitement. She gasped 
for breath.

The tumbling bodies frolicked happily about, beating 
and tickling each other. Their energy soared for a 
while and then waned. The bruises on their bodies began 
to hurt.

"Get your finger outta my eye."

"Quit kicking my dick!"

"Jab your own ass."

Pairs of boys began fighting each other in earnest.

Brad took advantage of the situation and hung onto a 
breast of Angie's, sucking away for dear life, while 
his left hand played with her blood-stained thighs and 
sperm-soaked vagina.

Scott was the first to notice. "Hey, you guys. Quit 
being asses. Brad's making time." Instantly the 
fighting stopped. They all stared at Brad and Angie.

"Whose turn was it?" Jim asked.

"Shoulda been mine as much as his," Keith said 
bitterly.

"I was just as big," Scott said aggrieved.

"No, you weren't," Keith shouted.

"Hell I wasn't," Scott retorted.

"Cool off, you guys," Glen intervened. "You're letting 
Brad shaft you."

Jim grabbed one of Brad's legs and started pulling it. 
"He shouldn't start until we all agree to it."

All pounced on Brad, trying to pull him off of Angie. 
Slowly they dragged his body backwards.

Brad had poked his third finger in her vagina so her 
hips were dragged too. And Brad's mouth had developed 
such a suction on her breast that the rubbery breast 
stretched thinly between Angie's chest and his mouth 
pulling away.

Angie screamed in pain. Her hands beat on Brad's head, 
trying to make him open his jaw.

Jim struck at Brad's head too. "Let go, Brad."

Ignoring the blows, Brad clamped his teeth down harder 
on the nipple.

Angie's screams rose higher with a frightened note in 
it.

"Christ, Brad," Keith implored. "Let go."

Brad kept his jaw clamped tightly over the overextended 
nipple. Angie kept screaming and screaming. The other 
boys became frightened at her cries.

"Hell, let him go," Scott said, sitting back.

The other boys let go of Brad too and got up and moved 
away.

"Shows what a bastard he is," Glen muttered.

He moved off to the bathroom to wash his bloodied body. 
His penis was coated with Angie's menstrual blood, his 
stomach spattered and his thighs streaked.

Brad continued sucking vigorously at Angie's tit while 
he snaked his body onto hers.

Angie's cheeks were wet with desire. She breathed 
loudly through her open mouth, recovering from the 
pain. All her desire was gone; pain replaced it. Her 
breast ached and Brad's sucking mouth kept it hurting.

"Leave me 'lone, Brad," she moaned, trying to push his 
mouth off her breast.

Brad just sucked harder.

The steady pain bore through her. Her patience snapped. 
She screamed as loud as she could, "You're hurting me!"

Angie started to lash around at his hardened penis and 
balls, trying to hurt him so he'd stop.

Brad easily fended off her blows but her attempt to 
hurt him angered him. He stopped sucking and looked 
down at her. "You really want to get it, don't you?"

He raised his hips, felt around her hole with the end 
of his penis, then rammed it into her hard. The big, 
fat organ scraped inside her, hurting all the way. 
Blood whooshed out, covering their bodies and the bed.

Thoroughly out of the mood and unready, Angie screamed. 
Frantically she rolled her body back and forth 
sideways, trying to get the penis out. She only managed 
to hurt herself. The penis stuck in fast because it was 
so thick and hard.

Brad settled his body weight heavily down on hers, 
pinning her body beneath his. "Little bitch, you really 
want it, don't you?"

He slapped his pelvis hard at her, shoving his penis in 
farther. Angie stopped in mid-scream, her breath 
knocked out of her. The warm soft touch of her vaginal 
walls enclosing his cock on all sides intimidated it, 
giving his desire a breath-taking jolt. He began 
working over her, pounding into her.

"No, no, no, no," Angie moaned, still shaking her body 
sideways.

Brad's hardened rod of flesh pulled all the way out of 
her. Unknowingly, he pounded it against her ass. Stars 
danced behind his eyeballs. Hastily he grabbed the 
bloody shaft and stuck it into her again, pushing it in 
brutally. Whore! Thinking she could stop him. He'd get 
her good so she couldn't get away. While his penis 
worked up and down, squirting blood out of her, he 
wiggled his right hand third finger into her crack and 
groped around for her anus. The finger felt the 
puckered opening and it wiggled against the tight hole, 
trying to force it's way in.

Angie felt the finger probing her anus. Her mind 
reeled. Yelling, she jerked her pelvis up off the bed, 
trying to escape. Her ass fell down heavily on the 
finger and it was pushed inside. Searing pain engulfed 
her. She yelled louder. She tried to pull herself off 
but she was skewered on both sides! While the penis 
pounded in her front side, the finger wiggled in her 
backside.

She groaned loudly, arching her body in pain.

"What the hell's he doing to her?" Robbie asked 
innocently.

Scott grinned. "Goosed her."

Robbie looked uncomprehendingly at him. "Goosed her?" 
he repeated.

"You know," Scott said impatiently.

Robbie's face still looked scandalized.

Scoot jeered. "Haven't you ever heard of that?"

Robbie looked at him blankly, not wanting to admit his 
ignorance.

With her body anchored in one place. Brad pounded 
freely into her. His shaft pulled out, shining with her 
bright purplish-red blood. It disappeared all the way 
in, making loud sucking sounds. His heavy balls slapped 
sharply against her buttocks. His finger wiggled in her 
anus, feeling the movement of his penis through its 
thin walls.

Desire began to fight the pain in Angie's body. Her 
vagina began to burn. Repulsion against the finger 
worming around in her rectum faded away. Her feeling of 
fullness was augmented by having both the penis and the 
finger in her. Her vaginal walls began to contract 
around the penis, pulled out with it and being pushed 
in by it. Her mind began psyching out, colors flashing. 
Brad had pounded his rhythm into her body. It 
responded. She pushed her pelvis hard against his. 
Eagerly she pulled her legs back so her could fuck 
farther into her vagina. Pound into her uterus.

The boys watching saw her response. They all began to 
burn. Their breaths caught in their throats, waiting 
for the orgasm.

Keith was sitting on the floor, shaking his body back 
and forth with Brad's rhythm, holding his cock in his 
hands.

Triumphantly, Brad felt Angie's body respond to his. He 
tore harder into her, pounding with all his might. His 
mind started turning on, higher and higher. He knew 
he'd be cumming soon. The heavy smell of her sexual 
excitement filled his nostrils. The sharp sucking 
sounds died away as his huge shaft began to move faster 
and pulled out of her less and less. His penis began 
contracting wildly. Its head touched against her 
uterus, deep inside.

Angie could feel that Brad was reaching his orgasm. She 
strained to catch up with him. She wiggled her bottom 
in circles, feeling the penis and his finger skewer her 
insides. Her passion rose. She could feel Brad gather 
strength for his last great push. Her mind began to 
circle and fly off into space. She gathered her 
strength to push back. Their bodies jarred suddenly 
against each other and held. She could feel the hot, 
jetting stream inside her. Overwhelming pleasure 
drowned her senses. She drifted off into 
unconsciousness.

The boys watched the bodies turn into statues. Not a 
person breathed. Each lost in his own paradise. The 
long moment passed. The bodies relaxed. The boys 
avoided looking at each other. Each pretended to be 
absorbed in some personal thing, like scratching an 
ear. Or else the boy pretended he hadn't been caught up 
in the emotions of the fucking.

Brad lay languidly on Angie, feeling completely washed 
out. Hesitantly, he whispered in her ear. "Ange."

Angie's mind was still drifting in her paradise.

"Ange," Brad whispered again.

She stirred her body beneath his.

"You're still the best fuck I ever had," he whispered. 
"I'm sorry if I hurt you."

Angie heard. Happiness pervaded her being. High praise 
for the ignorant daughter of a frigid mother! She 
tightened her arms around his neck in reply.

Brad understood that she heard and forgave him. He 
hugged her back. They lay together quietly a few 
minutes longer.

"Well, what do the rest of us do, play with ourselves?" 
Scott asked sarcastically.

Brad rolled off Angie slowly, luxuriously. "You can 
have what's left," he said grandly.

The rest of the evening passed away happily. Each boy 
took his turn in orderly fashion, each doing his own 
thing. When they were through, they all crowded into 
the shower to wash the blood off. Angie too. She was in 
the middle, laughing and pinching the boys' bottoms in 
retaliation.

Everyone agreed this had been the most exciting night 
so far. The boys hated for it to end. Sure there was 
next Friday. But they had a good thing going now. Be 
crazy to walk away from it. Angie got more insistent 
and upset so they finally left.

As they walked home in the dark, they bragged about 
their sexual prowess. Their bodies felt free because 
their sexual energy was used up temporarily. The stars 
had never shone brighter nor the air smell sweeter. 
They lingered together, not wanting to breakup the 
group and to break the spell.


Chapter 6
=========

The sun shone in the window of the classroom. Angie 
dropped her English book on her desk and sat down 
noisily. Mr. Thornton stopped writing sentences on the 
blackboard and turned around to look.

"Feeling frustrated today, Angie?" he asked, kindly.

Every time Angie saw Mr. Thornton lately, he disturbed 
her. He turned her on and that bothered her. He was too 
good-looking to be just a high school English teacher. 
And he wasn't that much older than she -- fresh out of 
collage.

"It's too good a day to stay inside," she replied 
grumpily.

"The afternoon will soon be over," he said soothingly. 
He turned back to the blackboard and began writing 
again.

Angie hunched over her desk, resting her head on her 
hands. She stared at his right arm moving up and down 
as it wrote. He had nice long arms, Mr. Thornton. She 
wondered how they'd feel wrapped around her neck. 
They'd be strong and sure, she just knew. And the smell 
of Lime aftershave lotion would be strong. Her eyes 
crossed a little as she sat lost in her daydream.

A poke in her ribs awakened her rudely. "Hey, Ange. Why 
are you staring at Mr. Thornton so funny?" Keith asked 
nosily.

Angie's face burned bright red. "I wasn't even looking 
at him," she said haughtily. "I was just looking 
straight ahead."

"I saw ya!" Keith looked at her slyly out of the 
corners of his eyes.

"You were too."

"Oh, leave me alone," Angie said shortly.

"Don't get uptight," Keith said appeasingly. "I didn't 
mean anything by it."

"You're the one who made something of it," Angie 
retorted.

Keith tried to appease her. "It's too nice outdoors to 
stay inside."

"Yeah," Angie agreed. "Same way I feel."

The tardy bell rang. The late students clattered in, 
banging books on their desks, banging their bodies 
against everything. A short, heavy-set boy banged his 
body against Angie's desk purposely, gave her a knowing 
look, and sat down in the seat across the aisle from 
her.

Angie knew who he was -- Sonny Van Dozen -- but she 
only knew him by sight. His father was a mechanic or 
something so he'd never been invited to the same she'd 
been. She gave him a dirty look and haughtily turned 
her head away.

Sonny kept looking at her all during the class. Angie 
tried to ignore him. To concentrate on Mr. Thornton who 
was talking away. He was so handsome. She wished she 
had been old enough to go to collage with him. He had 
such lovely eyes with long curly brown eyelashes. And 
those lips! When he smiled he made her melt inside. She 
sighed and stared at him hungrily, not hearing a word 
he said.

Suddenly she heard a soft noise and felt a sharp sting 
on the side of her head. "OW!" she said loudly, 
clapping a hand over the spot. She looked around to see 
what had hit her. A big spit-wad lay in the aisle. When 
she looked up, her eyes met Sonny's. He grinned 
familiarly at her.

"Bastard!" she whispered. She stuck her tongue out at 
him and made a dirty sign with her fingers at him.

Mr. Thornton eyed her sternly. "Miss Marlowe, how do 
you spell aggravate?"

Angie straightened up guiltily. She looked at him 
anxiously, not wanting to make a mistake. "A-g-r-a-v-a-
t-e?"

Mr. Thornton's look was disapproving. His manner said 
plainer than words, "You've not been listening." His 
glance surveyed the class. "Ellen?"

"A-g-g-r-a-v-a-t-e, aggravate!" Ellen said smugly, 
giving Angie a triumphant look.

"Thank you, Ellen," Mr. Thornton said, smiling at her.

Humiliation filled Angie's soul. She looked down at her 
desk and bit her lips to choke off the rising sob. How 
could Mr. Thornton treat her so cruelly? Smiling at 
that slob, Ellen. A heavy depression settled on her.

Somehow Angie managed to get through the rest of her 
classes. The clock freed her of school at three o'clock 
and she was happy to leave. She looked forward to 
closing herself in her room with only Salome for 
company. They would listen to rock-n-roll records and 
not think about the terrible time she'd had in her 
English class.

She walked along briskly, not paying attention to 
anybody around her. The running feet she heard behind 
her, she ignored. But when they caught up to her and 
her arm was grabbed, she looked around surprised, Sonny 
Van Dozen? What did he want with her?

He grinned at her in an insulting manner. "You sure 
walk fast for a girl," he said cheerily. "I was afraid 
I wouldn't catch up with ya."

Angie recoiled from his familiarity. It made her heart 
feel cold. Everything about him repelled her -- his 
short stocky body, his pale freckled skin, those 
clowning grinning teeth. I wish you hadn't caught up 
with me, she thought. Out loud she said, "What do you 
want?"

Sonny was taken aback by her directness. He didn't have 
an answer. He turned red and started giggling 
uncontrollably.

Angie looked at him disgusted. "Well?" she said 
impatiently.

"Duhh," Sonny tried to think of something to say.

"My mother expects me to go right home," Angie said. 
"Go home and think of what you wanted to ask me. You 
can ask me at school tomorrow."

She turned and hurried away.

Sonny stared at her open-mouthed. She sure was a fast 
thinker! He licked his lips. He knew what he wanted 
from her all right. He just didn't know how to tell 
her. He trotted off after her, following a short 
distance behind. How was he going to work it?

Angie heard his steps following after her. She speeded 
up her pace, he speeded up. She slowed her pace, he 
slowed his. Damn him! She war, nearing a small park 
that was only a block from her house. Quickly she 
looked around to see if anyone, else was near. No one 
was. She felt frightened.

She stopped and faced Sonny. "You leave me alone," she 
shouted.

Sonny had seen her looking around. He had seen there 
wasn't a soul in the park besides them also. The inane 
grin reappeared on his moon-face. He walked faster 
towards her.

Terrified, Angie dropped her books and started running. 
If only someone would come walking in the park! But no 
one did. She began to pant, partly from her exertions 
and partly from her fears. She heard Sonny's running 
steps get louder behind her. Desperately she tried to 
speed up. The running feet got closer and closer. She 
was beginning to wheeze. Her sides ached but she kept 
running, A strong hand gripped her arm. She cried out 
and struggled to free herself. Two hands imprisoned her 
arms in a vise-like grip.

"You are a fast one, ain't ya?" Sonny sneered.

"Oh, please! Let me go," Angie begged. "What do you 
want with me?"

"I've heard about you," Sonny sneered. "A real pussy 
swinger they say."

Shock immobilized her. The boys. They'd been talking. 
How could they?

After all she'd done for them!

"They're lies. All lies," Angie screamed. "I've never 
done anything.

Really I haven't."

"Not from what I heard," Sonny said jovially. "And I 
aim to get me a piece of what you bee throwin' around 
too!"

He started pushing Angie off the path toward some 
bushes.

Angie refused to pick up her feet. She held her legs 
stiff so he couldn't make her walk.

"No, no," she wailed piteously.

Roughly Sonny dragged her behind the bushes He pushed 
her down on her knees in front of him.

"You can't, you can't," Angie kept repeating.

Holding her tightly with one hand, he used the other to 
unzip his fly and to pull his still flaccid penis out. 
It hung outside his pants like an obscene banana. 
Stealthily, he looked around to be sure no one was 
coming.

Angie was quick to notice. "A policeman goes by here 
every hour. He should be here any minute."

"You're just trying to scare me," he said. He pinched 
her arm cruelly in his grasp. All the same, he worried. 
Maybe she was telling the truth. She lived near here; 
he didn't. He didn't' know this park because it was too 
far from his home. He hesitated.

Angie made a move to get up. Why didn't someone come to 
save her?

Sonny shoved her back down brutally. "Not so fast. We 
won't take time to ball today. Save that for another 
time. We'll take a quicker trip."

At first Angie didn't know what he meant. Quicker trip? 
Sonny didn't waste his time explaining. He stepped up 
close to her, put his left foot on her right calf lying 
on the ground, anchoring it there. His wrinkled penis 
dangled in her front of her face. His stale body odors 
sickened her. Oh no! Not that dirty thing. Her stomach 
convulsed, wanting to vomit. Turning her head away from 
him, she pulled her lips inside her mouth and held her 
jaw tightly closed. Please, God, send someone to save 
me!

Sonny's eyes gleamed. That little whore, thinking she 
was too fine for him. Her hoity-toity manners. Throwing 
her little ass around in front of every boy at school. 
He'd show her. He knew about all that balling she'd 
been doing. Overheard Brad and his gang bragging about 
it. Well, he'd take his too. It was only fair.

"Open up," he ordered. He pushed his half-erect penis 
against her cheek, her ear, her chin, her forehead.

Angie cringed away from the probing organ. She leaned 
over, holding her head close to the ground. This 
couldn't be happening to her! Raped by the worst boy in 
school!

Sonny smiled sadistically. "Want some persuading, huh?" 
He stepped down hard on her right leg. Angie cried out. 
Quickly he let go of her arm and grabbed her shiny 
black hair. He jerked her head up, pulling hard on her 
hair until he saw tears come to her eyes.

"Please," Angie begged. "P-please." If only someone 
would come!

Sonny laughed at the pain he saw in her eyes

"You want a broken leg?" He shifted more weight on her 
leg. The heel of his shoe smashed painfully into her 
calf, making an angry red welt. Angie whimpered.

"You want no hair?" He yanked her head back.

Angie's necked ached at the unnatural angle he was 
forcing it into.

He pressed his penis against her infolded mouth. "Take 
it!"

Angie's eyes clouded with pain. She could see he meant 
it. The shoe cut deeper into her leg. A scream started 
deep in her throat and forced its way out. Sonny 
watched her mouth opening and held his penis ready to 
ram it in. Before the sound could escape, it was cut 
off by his slowly hardening cock.

Angie felt its length slither across her tongue. She 
tasted its stale sweat.

It palpitated in her mouth softly as though it were 
already going to explode.

No, no, no! Don't let it happen to her!

Sonny began sliding the big prick in and out. Her warm 
wet mouth gave it a pleasing jolt. He kept moving it in 
and out, feeling his desire rise in it.

Angie could feel each hair ache at its root. And the 
pain in her leg was steady. This couldn't be happening 
to her! This obscene rape of her mouth. She closed her 
eyes. Her brain wouldn't work. She couldn't think 
straight. She felt helpless. Like a robot she watched 
the long yellow cock move in and out of her wide 
stretched lips. The picture of his yellowed stump 
protruding from the brownish nest of pubic hair above 
and the big engorged balls below seared deep into her 
mind. Please save me, somebody, was all she could 
think.

"Start sucking, gang fucker," she heard him order above 
her head. Fearfully, nervously, she began moving her 
tongue and lips. The taste in her mouth, the smell in 
her nostrils overwhelmed her. Her whole body shuddered, 
trying to retch. Her mouth convulsed open wider, 
preparing to vomit. The bodily juices hung in her 
throat.

Sonny jammed his thick shaft in harder, filling her 
throat. The foul spittle hung at the top of her throat 
with the vomit. She couldn't swallow them. She mustn't. 
The penis worked in and out of her mouth, cutting off 
her breath. She tried not to breathe. Choking and 
gagging, the spittle and the vomit fell down into her 
stomach. Aaagh! She could taste it all the way down. 
She tried not to think of what she was doing. But she 
couldn't. Not with that thing in her mouth and his 
testicles slapping her chin. His repulsive body odors 
polluted the air around her head.

Sonny watched his big dick slide into her pretty little 
mouth and slide out. Lightning sensations shot up his 
spine. He gloated. Now he had her Pretty haughty face 
just where he wanted it. Lapping up at his balls. He 
gloried in watching her lick and suck his prick as if 
it were a yellow lollipop. Watching her beautiful red 
lips move stirred his excitement deep within him. Her 
bobbing head inspired his penis with its rhythm. His 
hips writhed and strained as if he were in the 
spasmodic throes of death.

Angle could no longer fight against the hardened shaft 
thrusting in and out of her mouth. Weakened from pain 
and lack of oxygen, she let it move into her mouth 
without resistance. She felt it stretching and 
expanding more and more. The thought of what was coming 
repelled her. Futilely she tried to twist her body 
away. To pull her mouth away from his hideous bloated 
organ. In vain. Where was somebody? To save her.

Sonny's eyes began rolling in his head. Swaying his 
body rhythmically, he gathered his strength for a last 
effort, then sunk his shaft deep down her throat hard.

"Lick it, baby," he crooned. "For all you're worth."

Hopelessly, she fought to breathe. She heard him 
crooning and swearing and groaning with delight as his 
semen burst out of his penis, showering in her mouth 
and filled it. Her cheek swelled outward, painfully 
full. The raging rush seemed to last forever. She tried 
to open her aching jaws wider to let it pour out of her 
mouth. Some dripped out, but not fast enough. She 
mustn't swallow it. Not a drop. But her mouth filled 
quickly and it put pressure on her cheeks. She strained 
to hold it but her overtired cheek muscles relaxed and 
she swallowed. Her face turned deathly pale with her 
effort. The lack of oxygen weakened her body. She felt 
herself begin to sway. Her mind turned off. It seemed 
to far away. A swift realization streaked through her 
mind -- you're fainting. Her body relaxed. Semen poured 
down her throat and down her chin. Her crumpled body 
dangled from Sonny's hand still clutching her hair. She 
swallowed the pungent liquid desperately to keep from 
choking.

Relief pervaded Sonny's body. He looked down at Angie. 
At her tangled black hair, her semen-spattered face. 
The bitch had been spitting it out.

"One last thrill, baby." He pulled her face into his 
loins.

Half-aroused, Angie glimpsed his obnoxious penis 
rushing toward her eyes. She shut them tightly. The 
round rubbery hose pressed into the side of her nose, 
smearing the remainder of his sperm across her lips and 
chin. The disgusting smell emanating from his wiry 
pubic hair was even stronger.

Sonny held her there a long moment, sadistically 
enjoying the tears squeezing out of her closed eyelids.

"That'll take care of you," he said in a mean tone.

He pushed her down on the ground, looked around to see 
if anyone was in sight, and then stalked off, zipping 
his fly as he went, without a backward glance at Angie.

Angie lay crumpled on the grass like a battered rag 
doll. She lay there stupefied for several minutes. 
Slowly her mind cleared. Oh, why hadn't someone come to 
the park and saved her? Why had she had to undergo such 
a horrible rape? Too unspeakable to think about. Hatred 
welled up in her. Hatred for all men. Especially Sonny. 
And Brad, who had also used her. And Doug, who had 
started her on sex. She cursed the day she first tried 
it. Why had she thought it was so great,? It sure as 
hell wasn't all the time. Wearily, she sat up, 
straightened her clothing, and smoothed her hair. She 
had to go back and pick up her books. She hoped her 
mother didn't see her come in the door.

As soon as she got home she took a shower. A long one. 
She kept rinsing her mouth with water and spitting it 
out. She soaped herself two or three times, trying to 
wash away the obscene act that she had been forced to 
endure. She was a very subdued Angie as she stood 
there, washing her sins away. Conflicting emotions 
about sex arose in her. How could she both hate it and 
love it? Desire it and be repelled by it? She decided 
sex was a very personal thing. You had to like a person 
before you could enjoy it. Of course, she really hadn't 
liked Robbie all that much but she did sympathize with 
him. Probably that was why she hadn't minded with him. 

But that Sonny. Yetch! She'd never let him get close to 
her again. Not even in class. No matter how much her 
body wanted to, she would never consent to having sex 
with Sonny. Under any circumstances. Those foul odors 
of his! Good God! Last Friday. She really hadn't had 
that much fun. Too many boys, She wished Brad wouldn't 
bring any more guys than there already was. There was a 
limit. Word was getting around. She might get caught. 
Her parents find out. Her mind contemplated that 
thought for a long moment. If she could only go back! 
Back to being just a girl again. Unsexed. Ignorant. 
Well, not ignorant. 

She had been very curious. If she had known more about 
it, she might not have tried it. Wouldn't have been so 
curious. Knowing but inexperienced. That was the best. 
For girls her age. Fourteen. She wondered if Mary Jane 
had tried it. Probably not. She was such a ninny. But 
prudish. She wished she could go back again. To 
innocence. But the boys wouldn't let her. Nor her body. 
Once it was aroused. Innocence could be lost only once.

That night when she laid down to sleep, disturbed 
thoughts flickered in her mind. Trouble had gone to bed 
with her and wouldn't let her sleep. Her body was 
tense, keyed up. The more she thought about her fears 
the more formidable and real they became. What if 
someone had seen her in the park with Sonny? And just 
stood and watched them? They might tell her mother. 
Maybe the boys were talking too much and too often 
about the Friday nights. Maybe someone was calling up 
her mother right now. Her body shivered under the warm 
covers.

It seemed to her that she didn't fall asleep all night. 
Anxiety and fear lurked in her brain, playing games 
with her emotions. She watched the dusk turn to 
darkness. Safe in the blackness, she reviewed the 
humiliations she had undergone that day. They had 
started in English class. When Mr. Thornton had been 
angry with her. All over again she felt the sting of 
rejection. Tears flooded out of her eyes and rolled 
down her cheeks. A stream flowed into her mouth and she 
swallowed them until she began to dislike their salty 
taste.

Mr. Thornton shouldn't have done that to me, she 
thought. She imagined going up to him and saying, "Mr. 
Thornton, you're my favorite teacher. I try very hard 
to please you."

Then what would he say? "Miss Marlowe, I've been so 
busy I hadn't noticed. But I will from now on. If I 
hurt your feelings, I'm sorry.

"Well, you did a little," Angie would say.

"I want to make it up to you. It's 3:30. Almost 
cocktail time. Let me buy you a drink at the Adobe 
Inn."

"Mr. Thornton! I'm too young to go there."

"Well, then, how about my place?"

"Just a quick one. My mother doesn't like me to, you 
know."

"What will you have?"

"Uh-h-h. Scotch."

"On the rocks? Or?"

"Oh, just some orange juice."

"That's an odd combination. Sure you want it?"

"Of course. I always drink it."

"Here you are. Skol."

They raised their glasses and toasted each other. Then 
Angie tipped her glass and took a big swallow. Yuck! It 
tasted awful. But she couldn't let on to Mr. Thornton 
that she didn't know how to drink. She smiled at him.

Mr. Thornton smacked his lips. "I needed that." He 
cocked his head to one side and stared at her. "You 
know. You have lovely lips."

"Oh, Mr. Thornton!"

"You do," he said seriously. He moved closer to her. 
"Just a little kiss."

Angie remembered. She mustn't. She'd given up sex. She 
ran away from him. "No, Mr. Thornton. No, no!"

Mr. Thornton turned half-crazed with passion. "I must 
have you!" he shouted.

Angie felt like a bird in a cage. Her heart pounding 
wildly, she beat on the doors and windows of the room 
trying to get out. Mr. Thornton lunged at her. He 
caught her sleeve. Savagely he pulled at it. A loud 
sound of cloth ripping. He was tearing her dress off! 
She threw her arms across her chest to cover her naked 
breasts.

He'd already seen them. Her pert ivory mounds with 
their pink erect tips pointing at him. He slavered at 
the mouth. He grabbed for them with both hands. Oh, to 
squeeze the softness out of them!

Angie ran wildly about the room, barely escaping his 
grasp, bumping into furniture -- chairs and end tables. 
Goose pimples popped up all over her half-naked body. 
She had only a half-slip and panties on.

Mr. Thornton tackled her from behind. Their flying 
bodies crashed onto the floor. Angie's breath was 
knocked out of her. Stars danced before her eyes. She 
half-passed out. She felt Mr. Thornton tearing at her 
half-slip. He was ripping it off. Oh, no! She screamed 
with fright. She felt his hands on her hips. Laughing 
wickedly, he pulled off her bikini panties.

Waving them excitedly in the air, he danced around the 
room crying, "Beautiful! Beautiful!" Then he hung them 
up on the chandelier. "Run them up on the mast," he 
shouted crazily, "so everyone can see."

Angie stood naked in the middle of the room. She posed 
her arms and legs. She was pretending to be the statue 
of Venus. Mr. Thornton ran all around the room looking 
for her. But he couldn't. Even though she was right 
there. In plain sight! Not finding her, he took out a 
big bull whip and began flicking it about the room. C-
c-rack! C-crack! The leather tip swung by her ears, 
barely missing them. Then it flicked by her face, 
hissing like a snake. It cracked at her feet. She began 
dancing to escape the tip. Then she began running. The 
leather wished across her back, leaving a diagonal cut. 
Blood poured out at one end.

"Come on, tigress," Mr. Thornton shouted, "fight with 
me." Abruptly, he lunged at her, grabbing a breast in 
each hand and pushed her down on a bed.

Angie felt herself falling. She screamed. Her arms and 
legs whipped outward to stop herself falling. She fell 
and fell. She could see Mr. Thornton's naked body 
falling too. He would land right on top of her! She saw 
his broad white shoulders. Brown hair on his furry 
chest. His big desire-hardened cock protruding from his 
wiry brown pubic hair. The cock grew bigger and bigger. 
It was pointed straight at her. Straight at the hot, 
hungry little hole between her legs! Her body hit 
bottom and lay spread-eagled.

Mr. Thornton's eyes bugged out when he saw her 
widespread legs. Her red vaginal lips open and ready 
for him. His penis shot into her vagina like an arrow, 
disappearing up to the hilt. He ground it around deep 
up in her quivering little belly for the pleasure of 
it. A big smile on his face.

Angie screeched in pain. She felt his giant cock throb 
inside the moist softness of her throbbing cuntal 
passage for a few seconds. She had lost her virginity 
again! Oh, how deep he had penetrated her! Setting her 
insides on fire. Against her will. His wildly rotating 
cock skewered her to the floor.

A deep-throated groan reverberated throughout his body. 
His animal lust flared. He began to fuck her savagely 
with long hard strokes. His giant prick pulled all the 
way out -- poised glistening with lubrication -- and 
pushed deep back in her. All the way.

Angie was helplessly impaled on his monstrous shaft. It 
tore viciously at her insides at each stroke. She 
groaned and writhed her body under the driving force of 
it. His rotating hips pounded down on hers. The weight 
of his heavy body crushed hers to the floor.

"Mr. Thornton," she cried. "Stop! My mother doesn't 
like me to fuck!"

"Weird," he said. "Does she want to keep all the fun 
for herself?"

"No. She's frigid."

"Good! Then you can make up for her to the world," he 
said as he plunged his rigid white shaft deeper and 
deeper into her. The muscles of his body flexed and 
tightened at the command of the living cock pumping 
madly up and down, sliding around in circles inside her 
rapidly expanding soft void. He muttered unintelligible 
obscenities as he kneaded and tore at the soft yielding 
flesh of her buttocks, thighs, back, and neck. Raising 
red welt. Hurting her.

In wild excitement, his hands grabbed her calves and 
thrust her legs up viciously until her thighs were bent 
clear back to her shoulders. Her buttocks cracked open 
revealing her tight, puckered little anus. Above it, 
her vagina gaped open, seeping warm colorless sexual 
lubrication. Her erect clitoris poked its hard head out 
from her bright-red engorged vaginal lips. He ground 
his teeth at the sight. Sadistic list contorted his 
face into a mask of cruelty. His excited cock battered 
into her, up and down, up and down. He worked over her 
body feverishly. Riding the waves of passion.

Angie's legs ached from being pushed so far back. Her 
anus stung every time his heavy balls slapped against 
it. A tunnel of pain was blazed into her by his huge 
devilish penis. She realized now. She was just another 
piece of female flesh to Mr. Thornton. To be fucked at 
will. How could someone nice be so mean? He had always 
seemed nice to her. Sweet and smiling. Not this wild 
beast energetically desecrating her young body. It 
couldn't be him. 

She closed her eyes to shut out the sight of this 
bestial animal ravishing her tender loins. Her innocent 
ivory-skinned body. 99% pure. Her pleas for mercy 
settled into helpless muffled groans. She was pinioned 
under him and there was nothing she could do about it.

He fucked her vigorously. His passion mounted and he 
rode her with a sadistic delight, smashing madly into 
the softness of her body. He wanted to smash it flat. 
To beat it into submission. A bestial cry grated out 
from deep within him. With fast short strokes, his 
painfully hardened penis contracted deep within her. 
And then his penis went off like a steam whistle, 
spurting sperm all over inside her. She could feel the 
pressure of it beating steadily against her walls. His 
penis and his sperm filled her up tightly. Can he get 
it out of me? she worried. What if it's stuck in me? 
We'll have to stick together forever. The idea was too 
horrible to think about.

Finally, his raping machine stopped firing. She felt it 
become soft and small inside her. Mr. Thornton's heavy 
body collapsed on hers. She felt his now-little penis 
tickle around in her. So little and harmless now, the 
former wild, raging beast. She began to laugh. She 
laughed and laughed until she choked.

Angie opened her eyes, feeling horribly depressed. 
Where was Mr. Thornton? Her mother mustn't find him 
here! She'd tell the School Board on him if he wouldn't 
go. She sat up in bed and stared around her. Why, she 
was in her room. Alone. There was no one here. She had 
been dreaming. And it had seemed so real! Realer than 
Friday nights. She laid back down to consider it. She 
couldn't go on this way. Thinking about sex all the 
time. Day and night. Even dreaming it. She couldn't 
study. She couldn't do anything else.

She laid there thinking what a mess she'd made of her 
life. It had started all in fun. But now the fun was 
gone and only the bitter reality remained. She was 
caught between her lust and that of the boys and her 
mother's orders. Unless she was very lucky it would 
just be a matter of time before she was caught and her 
secret spread all over. When her mother found out, then 
what? She couldn't imagine.

At school the next day, she felt really weird in Mr. 
Thornton's class. As if she shouldn't be there because 
of what happened in her dream. She studied his 
shoulders to see if they were as wide as the ones he 
had in her dreams. They looked about the same size. Her 
glance traveled down to his crotch. What did it look 
like? Would it be as big as it had been in her dream? 
Big enough to get stuck in her? She couldn't tell a 
thing from his flat crotch. He must be wearing awfully 
tight jockey shorts, she decided. If she grazed it with 
a finger -- accidentally -- she bet she could bring it 
to life. She could just feel his hard shaft push up 
inside her...

"Miss Marlowe!" she heard his voice say sternly.

She jerked to attention. "Yes?"

"Will you please stop daydreaming on class time?"

"Yes, Mr. Thornton," she answered automatically. If you 
only knew the night dream, she thought to herself.

* * *

When it came time to go home, she really got scared. 
She couldn't see Sonny anymore. Maybe he was already in 
the park, hiding behind some bushes. Waiting for her. I 
just can't go home alone, she thought. She looked over 
the crowd of kids around her, trying to see someone she 
knew. Only one popped into view -- Doug. Dammit, she 
thought just when I need them, Brad and the others, 
they aren't around. She didn't want to talk to Doug. It 
would be too embarrassing. They were strangers now. But 
when she thought alternative --

Sonny lying in wait in the park -- well, Doug seemed 
pretty harmless by comparison. She let herself be mixed 
up in the crowd of kids and swept toward Doug.

"Oh, hi!" she said, surprised to see him.

He looked at her somberly, "Hi."

"Mind if I talk with you?" she asked innocently.

Doug shrugged his shoulders.

"How have you been?" she asked curiously?"

"Fine," he said shortly.

They were away from the crows now and near the park. 
Angie looked around her warily. Today the park had five 
people in it. Where had they been yesterday?

"What have you been doing?" Doug asked, groping for 
something to say.

"Nothing much," Angie said diffidently.

Doug considered her answer silently for a moment. 
Should he tell her? Probably better not. None of his 
business anymore. Instead, Doug said, "I'm sorry I did 
it in front of Brad."

"You were sorry," Angie said understandingly.

"That's no excuse. I shouldn't have. No matter how I 
felt." he said forcefully.

A tender rush of feeling for him flooded her heart. 
"It's done now," she said neutrally.

"No matter how you look at it, it's wrong for girls to 
mate with boys in quantities," Doug said seriously. 
He'd obviously given the subject a lot of thought. 
"It's unnatural. Against nature. A boy can mate with 
several girls serially, but the reverse isn't true. The 
law of commutations doesn't apply here. It's just so. 
Because humans are like other animals. One male can 
have a harem of females, but one female never has a 
harem of Males. It's biologically unnecessary. Bees 
don't count. They're an exception. Maybe it's that way 
because a female can be impregnated by one man at a 
time; then she has to take nine months off to have a 
baby. In that length of time, one male can impregnate a 
finite number of females, depending on their 
availability."

"Doesn't seem fair," Angie objected.

"A male and female aren't equal -- they're opposites. 
Fairness is irrelevant."

"But women should be able to play around as much as 
men!" Angie said indignantly.

"No. That's not the way things are set up," Doug 
insisted. Angie had been nervous all through the park 
but now they were stopped in front of her home she felt 
at ease again. She said stubbornly, "Women ought to be 
able to make their own rules."

"If they are adaptable to the biological facts of man," 
Doug qualified.

"And one woman and several men together is wrong?" 
Angie asked.

She was practically admitting her guilt, Doug thought. 
He said delicately, "Angie, you should stop. It's too 
dangerous. Some are talking."

Angie looked at him. She knew he would let her stop if 
he still came around. But Brad and the other boys? She 
shook her head. "Even if I wanted to --" She choked on 
her emotions. Hell, yes, she wanted to stop. But it was 
too late now. Too late. Misery clouded her eyes.

Doug looked down at her pityingly. "If I can ever help 
you..."

Angie stubbed her toe in the dirt. Looking up at him, 
she flashed a big smile. "You have helped me."

 
Chapter 7
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On Friday evening, Angie still didn't know what she 
wanted to do. Her parents wanted her to visit a 
relative with them. They'd be leaving in a few minutes. 
Should she go? What would the boys do when they found 
her gone? Would they tell on her or get even some other 
way? Might be good to test them so they wouldn't take 
her for granted. On the other hand -- well -- oh, hell, 
might as well admit it. She needed someone. She'd been 
burning all day, off and on. The slightest thing turned 
her on. Even the goddamned fat g's Mr. Thornton wrote 
on the blackboard. She'd stared at them and felt 
herself get a hot ass. 

After Sonny -- yuck -- she'd thought that would be it. 
No one could tempt her back to bed. Here she was turned 
on so high she'd be ready to jump in bed with almost 
anyone. Except Sonny. She was annoyed with her body 
making problems for her.

She heard footsteps coming down the hall. A light 
knock; then the door opened. Her mother walked in. 
"Angie, are you ready?"

Angie frowned. "Mom, I don't want to go."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I just don't feel like it."

"We don't go to visit Aunt Helen that often," her 
mother said irritably.

"I don't care," Angie whined. "I don't feel like 
sitting around being polite." Should I tell her I need 
to be fucked before I go? she thought wickedly.

Mrs. Marlowe stood undecided for a moment, clearly 
angry. "We'll see what you father says about this." She 
turned around and went back down the hall.

Angie pulled off her dress, kicked off her shoes, and 
slipped under the bedcovers. She pinched her cheeks to 
make them appear redder. She heard her father's 
footsteps in the hall. She opened one eye weakly when 
he stepped into the room.

"Angel, don't you feel well?"

"I really don't daddy. Can't I stay home? Please?"

Her father had his finger on her wrist taking her 
pulse.

"Oh, daddy," Angie explained. "I'm not really sick. But 
I don't feel well enough to sit around visiting all 
night. I've got a headache and the sniffles and I feel 
rather feverish --" she stopped to catch her breath.

Her father murmured comforting sounds and pushed one of 
her eyelids back to look at her eyeball. Having 
satisfied himself that she was not seriously ill, he 
said jokingly, "You're sure now that you're not sick of 
relatives?"

"I like Aunt Helen and Cousin Erica," Angie protested 
vehemently. "Its just that I don't feel up to sitting 
around being polite all night. If we'd gone yesterday 
or if we went tomorrow, I'd go in a flash. It's just 
today."

"If you feel that strongly about it," her father said. 
"You can just stay home. Get plenty of rest. Have you 
taken some aspirin?"

"I did an hour ago."

"All right," her father said cheerily. "We'll try to 
hurry home."

"Don't do it," Angie stopped herself abruptly, then 
rushed on, "You mustn't on my account. Stay as long as 
you like."

"Well, we'll see," her father said amiably. "I was 
hoping to come home early anyway. I have an operation 
early tomorrow.

"Truly, Daddy, don't worry about me. I'll be all 
right."

Her father looked at her fondly. "Good girl." He kissed 
her lightly on the forehead. "I'll stop by to see you 
when I come in."

"Daddy, you don't need to. I'm a big girl now." She 
smiled and waved to him.

* * *

That night six boys came. Some were drunk and some were 
high on pot. They turned the stereo up as high as it 
would go and crashed around her room, singing, 
swearing, fighting, drinking, dancing, and smoking. A 
new young-looking boy called Mel, sucking on a bottle 
of vodka kept yelling to the room at large, "I want to 
be first, I'll have beginners' luck." No one paid any 
attention to him.

Angie circulated among the smiling boys, puffing on 
their cigarettes and drinking from their bottles.

"You're the hotpants we've come to lay?" a tall boy 
asked half-humorously, half-contemptuously, looking 
down at her from his great height.

"Think you can fill 'em up?" Angie asked sarcastically.

His eyebrows popped up in surprise. "Hell, yes! What're 
we waitin' for?" He reached for her.

Angie ducked out of his reach and ran screaming happily 
away. She bumped into Keith; he grabbed her around the 
waist and they spun around and around in circles. The 
pitch of Angie's screams grew higher and higher.

Brad was lounging in the easy chair. "Oh, it's good to 
be back!" He looked around the room, bright eyed.

The whirling Angie bumped into his legs. For a split-
second he saw her cute little ass in full sight, 
automatically his arm jerked toward it and he goosed 
her.

Angie felt the finger suddenly poked in her crack. She 
yelled, half-frightened. The other boys turned to look 
and laughed at her holding her hands protectively over 
her bottom.

"Damn you!" she shouted, stamping her foot.

A handsome boy with long curly brown hair stood at one 
side of her. He smiled. "You're cute."

Angie gaped at him, taking him in. Like a Greek god, 
she thought. Galvanized into action, she rushed up to 
him, throwing her arms around his neck. "Help me."

"Sure I will, baby," he said. One arm was around her 
neck; his other hand ran up and down her long shiny 
black hair. Her cheek felt so soft against his. He 
smelled her mother's perfume that she'd lavished behind 
her ears.

"Who are you?" Angie murmured in his ear.

"Chuck Dillion."

"Where are you from?"

"New York."

"What are you doing here?"

"Just visiting. I'm Scott's cousin."

Tentatively his lips brushed down her cheek to her 
mouth. Would she object? Her mouth turned to meet his.

"Contact!" someone shouted.

Loud whistles pierced the air.

The two paid no attention. Their tongues played hide 
and seek, drilling inside of one mouth, then the other. 
One of Chuck's hands slithered down under her silky 
blouse. It cupped the soft mound of her breast. Gently 
his fingers caressed its tauntingly tender rounded 
contour. Delicately a finger teased the nipple to 
erect.

"Mmmm!" Angie's whole body felt alive. Lusty trails of 
desire flashed down to her vagina. Ohhh, it felt so 
good! She remembered that time. With Doug. When they'd 
first made it. This would be like that. Only better. A 
pleasurable groan shook her body. She lifted up her 
right leg and twined it around Chuck's leg. She felt 
his body tremble with passion, pressed into her inner 
thigh. She rubbed her body against it. Softly. He began 
breathing strenuously. His arm reached under her left 
leg, lifted it up and holding her in his arms, he ran 
with her to the bed. He threw them both down. Still 
kissing they awkwardly pulled their pants off.

Lying close to each other on their sides, they both 
explored the other's body. Angie reached for his penis, 
cupping it in her hand and caressing it. It felt hot 
and hard to her touch. She felt his fingers trail up 
her inner thigh. She began breathing louder. The light 
fingers moved up, circling her vulva, playing with her 
soft curly pubic hairs. Then they moved into her 
vaginal lips. His gentle strokes awoke a fiery passion 
in her vagina. Her pelvis swung upward, reaching for 
him... She was moaning passionately, brushing her top 
leg over his body.

He felt the openness between her legs beckon him, 
desire him. Her hips were wiggling sensually against 
him... The leg rubbing his body, pulling it nearer... A 
groan escaped from deep within him. Angie's hand 
directed his waiting cock to her shadowy regions. She 
circled its end around in circles, outlining her 
vaginal opening.

Both began panting; their hips undulated toward each 
other. Neither knew exactly when his penis entered her 
vagina. All of a sudden their tension heightened. Chuck 
rolled on top of her.

She loved the crushing weight of his body on hers. She 
loved his penis, lighting fire in her. She pulled her 
legs further back and hungrily thrust her pelvis up 
against him. Their bodies rocking wildly together, she 
clamped her legs across his back and worked them up 
toward his neck, shoving his eager shaft deeper and 
deeper inside her. Her vaginal walls throbbed and 
convulsed around it...

She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She 
couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand it. Her passion rose 
to a feverish pitch. A heavy orgasmic wave shuddered 
through her body. A Primeval force energized it and 
blanked out her mind. The surging shook her from head 
to toe. All words, all pictures disappeared from her 
mind. Only feeling, a white-hot passion, remained, 
glowing. Her body hung suspended on a balance between 
the mundane and the cosmic worlds. 

Then the passion soared to a fantastic height, filling 
every cell. She felt a keen awareness of feeling in 
every cell. Of conquering the height of meaning. Of 
being. Her body shuddered with the immensity of the 
passion, quaking incessantly. Her breath fluttered. Her 
heart fibrillated. Her body trembled rapidly at an 
intense pitch. She was doing what she was made for. 
Orgasm rapidly followed orgasm. 

She felt Chuck reach his too. His ejaculate squirted in 
her. Her body shook like a hummingbird's wing, holding 
the fantastic pitch, quivering steadily, one minute, 
two, three. Passion completely consumed her, then it 
subsided and passed away. Sweat bathed her whole body. 
A languorous feeling possessed her. Her heartbeat and 
breathing returned to normal. Simple thoughts came 
slowly to her mind.

"Christ a'mighty! What were you doing?" Chuck asked 
astounded.

Angie looked at him blankly, not comprehending his 
words.

"What happened to you?" he demanded.

She smiled. "Status orgasmus. It's never happened to me 
before." She felt blissful. Her body curled up into a 
ball; her limbs felt fairy-like.

"Status or-what-mus?" Scott asked.

"Status orgasmus," Angie repeated. "It's when a woman 
has one orgasm after another very fast. It can last 
five minutes or more."

"Wow!" Jim exclaimed, shaking his head wonderingly. 
"You must be the hottest girl alive."

Angie smirked. I probably am, she thought to herself, 
pleased.

"Hey, let's keep this show on the road," Scott said.

"Yeah, whose turn is it?" Jim agreed.

"Let me choose," Angie cried.

"What do you think?" Jim asked Brad.

Brad tried to think. He was still tripping. He couldn't 
concentrate. He gave up. "Why don't we let her?" he 
mumbled.

Angie looked at their faces. Who to choose. All looked 
eager. Who?

"Take off your pants," she said.

"What?" Scott asked surprised.

Angie looked at him calmly. "Take off your pants. 
You're going to have to later anyway."

"Wow-ee!" Keith shouted.

Laughing, they pulled their pants off.

"Shorts, too?" Brad asked daringly.

"Shorts, too," Angie replied.

With more shouting and horseplay they pulled their 
shorts off. Angie stared at all the passion-hardened 
penises.

"Choose, choose," the boys began to chant.

Angie grabbed Jim's cock in her hand.

He leaned toward her, grinning. "I'm ready. I'm ready."

"Not yet," Angie said.

She went down the row of penises, holding each one in 
turn. When she touched Glen's, he held back. I don't 
think she's going to choose me, he thought. He closed 
his eyes and tried to control his eager penis. The 
touch of her hand burned into him.

Angie watched him control himself. "This one."

Surprised, Glen opened his eyes and stood there.

"Well, don't you want to?" she jeered softly.

"Crazy," he said. "I was thinking. Let's try something 
different."

"What?" she asked.

"I'll show you," Glen laid down on the bed beside her, 
turned her over on her stomach. He pushed his shaft 
against her anal opening. Her tight opening held. He 
pushed harder.

Frantically, Angie pleaded, "Glen, get off of me. It 
hurts."

"Give it a chance." Damn the hole, he thought. It wa so 
tight. He pushed harder, forcing his penis slowly 
inside her. Sweat poured from his brow and his penis 
felt racked.

The watching boys saw the tight brown ring strain open. 
The penis squeezed through, forcing its way in. They 
watched the length of it disappear into her anus.

Angie yelped like a bitch in heat. Her body flopped 
around under his, trying to escape. She felt his penis 
scrape all the way in her. Omigod! What would happen 
next? She could feel the huge length of it stretched in 
her intestine. The glans throbbed inside her. 
Palpitating with ejaculate. She felt all of it. All of 
it. She waited. He was still. The pain. It was gone. 
There was none. The penis filled her. It began to feel 
good.

"How is it?" Glen asked.

"Tight," Angie answered.

"Let's start slow," Glen said. The tight fit stimulated 
his cock beyond anything he had ever felt before. At 
his first thrust forward, he felt his desire rise. 
Slowly he pushed forward and pulled back. God, it began 
to feel good! So good. He began to get excited. He 
pulled back and up. Angie's tight anal ring cut 
painfully like an elastic band around his penis. She 
cried out painfully. He began to become inured to the 
pain. The pleasure was mounting. He started to fuck 
into her faster, deeper.

Angie's face twisted in pain. "Stop, Glen. For God's 
sake!" She bellowed like a stuck pig.

Glen paid no attention. He kept rocking and rolling in 
her. On and on. Angie's fright passed. She began to get 
used to the unnatural invasion. Even the pain began to 
feel normal. The fullness in her started sensual 
cravings. She began rocking her body back and forth, in 
his rhythm. Her groans became colored with delight.

Brad watched her tortured face; her rocking body. The 
hypnotic humping bodies. His penis began to burn 
feverishly. Oh, he couldn't stand it. He needed to cum. 
Quickly, he jumped up and shoved his penis into her 
open mouth. He didn't have far to go. He pushed it in 
and out rapidly, pushing hard down her throat.

Angie gasped at his unexpected attack. She lost track 
of her feelings.

What was going on deep up in her ass. All she knew was 
she couldn't breathe. Her body humped along without 
her, instinctively. Still desiring. Still wanting to 
devour the penis. She tried to see who it was. Just his 
rotating hips were in view. Black pubic hair. Heavy, 
sperm-engorged balls hitting her chin. Colored lights 
danced in her brain. Muffled moans accompanied her 
undulations. Automatically, she began twirling her 
tongue around his glans, licking and sucking the penis. 
She knew it'd cum soon. It was so big. So hard.

The audience attention was divided between Brad at 
Angie's head, and Glen riding on her back. Their heads 
moved back and forth trying to keep track of both 
penises. Brad's face was in agony. His penis was 
contracting madly. Ready to cum. Glen's penis was still 
pulling in and out. They saw her ivory cheeks flatten 
every time he beat down on them. His heavy balls swung 
and slapped down against her pubic hair. They saw her 
buttocks push up to reach him. Their own balls were 
burning...

* * *

No one noticed the door open or saw Dr. Marlow step in. 
There was too much noise with the stereo going full 
blast and Angie's, Brad's, and Glen's erotic moans and 
groans. No one heard him shout, "What the hell's going 
on here?"

Dr. Marlowe stepped closer to the group. He couldn't 
see well in the shadowy room. He stared at the writhing 
threesome. As soon as he recognized Angie, he turned 
white. He sputtered, at a loss for words. Remembering 
his wife was outside the door, he rushed back to stop 
her from coming in.

She was already in, just a foot or two, like difficult 
wives always are. Mrs. Marlow stared bewildered around 
the dimly-lighted smoky room. At the twisting bodies.

The watching boys hurriedly jumped up and pulled their 
pants on. They grabbed their other bits of clothing in 
their hands and headed for a window. They could hear 
Mrs. Marlow say, "What are they doing, Stuart? 
Dancing?"

Hastily, Dr. Marlow spun her around and forcefully 
pulled her out of the room. He closed the door behind 
them. He pushed her down the hall.

He said urgently, "Run upstairs, Louise. I'll take care 
of this."

Mrs. Marlow caught her husband's feeling of alarm. She 
worried about the incomprehensible scene she had just 
witnessed. She couldn't understand it.

"Was Angelica dancing?" she asked fretfully. "She 
should be resting."

"Go upstairs," he thundered. "Take a sleeping pill and 
go to bed."

Mrs. Marlow became frightened of the serious look on 
his face. "Yes, Stuart, yes." She turned and ran toward 
the stairs.

Grimly Dr. Marlowe opened the door again. The stereo 
was still blasting and the room was a shambles but not 
a boy was in sight. He saw Angie's body still lying on 
the bed. A cool breeze flapped the curtains in and out 
of the open window.

He turned on a bright light and Angie's lust glazed 
eyes finally recognized him. "Daddy?" Her bloated 
features registered fear and shame.

He sat on the bed and carefully examined her. There 
were no physical injuries and her pulse was a little 
high, normal for her activity.

Tenderly he picked up her limp body and carried it to 
the bathroom. After bathing and drying her, he laid her 
in her bed and tucked her under the covers.

He pulled a chair over to her bed and sat down. All 
night he kept a constant vigilance. His eyes studied 
her charming, innocent childish face that looked so 
angelic in repose. How could a face like that take part 
in degrading acts? Why? So sex was the second major 
drive of man, second only to self-preservation. Why 
should Angie, so young -- only fourteen -- need to 
experience so much of sex at such an early age?

He recalled their conversation about sex. How oddly 
insistent she'd been, wanting answers. Especially about 
the meaning of sex. Poor child! If she'd only told him. 
Then he reflected that she had. Or tried to. Would he 
have told her if Louise had not interfered? He worried 
whether he would have done the right thing.

He groaned. How could he have imagined she'd go this 
far? He should have remembered how curious about sex he 
had been as a child. All children were. From the days 
they first opened their eyes. Children had a right to 
know how their own bodies worked. Especially about sex. 
It was so easy to foul oneself up. To ruin one's life 
by making the wrong sexual moves. He was an authority 
on that.

Physically, the sex probably had not really harmed her, 
but psychologically, had she been harmed? All night 
long he examined his uneasy conscience. But he knew the 
answer was a foregone conclusion. When Louise found out 
-- and she would -- that would be the end. It was just 
a matter of time. So he sat and admired the beauty and 
the innocence of his daughter until morning. With the 
first streaks of dawn, he said goodbye to her in his 
heart and left the room, closing the door softly so as 
not to disturb her.

* * *

Mrs. Fleming rapped lightly on her son's bedroom door. 
"Douglas. It's such a lovely day. Won't you play 
badminton with me?"

"No, thanks, mom," Doug called back.

Mrs. Fleming turned to leave, then hesitated. He'd 
hardly left his room the past two weeks. Went in there 
and laid on his back looking up at the ceiling. Ever 
since that scandal about the Marlowe girl. Did he have 
anything to do with it? Not for a minute could she take 
her question seriously. Her son wouldn't do awful 
things like that. And yet. Why was he acting so unlike 
himself? And what had been that special research 
project that he'd mentioned once or twice before. 
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. She knew it in her 
bones.

Decisively she turned and rapped on the door again. 
"Douglas. I'm coming in."

She opened the door and saw he was lying on his bed, as 
usual looking up at the ceiling. She sat on the foot of 
his bed and looked at him. "You've been acting strange 
lately. Not like yourself at all." She pleaded, "Can't 
you tell me what's wrong?"

Douglas jerked his body away from her and turned his 
face to the wall.

"There's nothing wrong, mother."

She looked at him. "But I know there is."

"Leave me alone," Douglas muttered.

"What did you say?" his mother asked.

He turned his head toward her and said coldly and very 
distinctly, "Leave me alone."

Quick tears sprang into her eyes. That her own son 
should ever treat her so meanly. That he should keep 
her out of his life. She, who had always tried to do 
her best for him. To teach him independence and self-
reliance and to be considerate of all living things.

Maybe B.C. and I did too good a job, she thought sadly. 
He already wants to shut us out of his life at the age 
of only fourteen. But she couldn't shake off the 
feeling that he was fighting a desperate problem. That 
he needed help or comfort.

She looked at him compassionately, patting his ankle 
with a hand. "You know your father and I are always 
ready to help you, Douglas."

Doug didn't respond in any way.

She leaned over to look at his face. "You do trust us, 
don't you?" she asked insistently.

"Yes," he said wearily.

They both sat quietly for several minutes, absorbed in 
their own thoughts.

Finally his mother spoke. "If it has anything to do 
with the Marlowe girl, you should tell us."

Doug's body tensed but he said nothing.

"You know, Douglas," she said in a conversational tone, 
"We didn't let you go to the sex classes at school 
because we thought we could tell you about sex better 
than the teachers could. We wanted you to develop a 
healthy attitude about it. To see it as a natural part 
of life, not as something dirty or nasty. We answered 
your questions honestly when you were a little boy, 
though some of the answers were incomplete. I don't 
think we've been too prudish. Some things small 
children don't understand. We've tried to satisfy your 
curiosity as you grew up. But, in the past year, you've 
grown up a lot and you've stopped asking us questions."

She looked at him, waiting for a response but he gave 
none.

She made up her mind to be nosy. "I want to know one 
thing, Douglas," she said in a no-nonsense tone. "Were 
you one of the boys in Angie's room when her parents 
came home?"

After a pause, Doug said quietly, "No."

A welcome feeling of relief passed over her, but her 
curiosity wouldn't let her stop. "Were you ever in her 
room?"

She held her breath, waiting for him to reply. The 
answer was along time coming.

His voice hoarsely croaked, "Yes."

His mother's mind went racing, trying to figure out all 
that his admission implied. Could he have been one of 
the gang of boys? No! Not her boy. What was he doing 
there then? Did he go there alone? She looked at him 
out of the corner of her eye. She said quietly. "If 
there is anything you want to tell your father or me, 
or both of us, please feel free to confide in us 
anytime."

Doug lay still and didn't reply.

Mrs. Fleming got up and started to leave. "You want to 
be alone so I'll go now," she said, half in anger and 
half in sorrow.

That evening, after her husband had eaten and rested, 
she brought up the subject with him privately. "B.C., 
I'm afraid Doug is mixed up with that Marlowe girl 
scandal."

"Did he say so?"

"No. Not in so many words," she admitted. Then she 
explained her fears to him and recounted her 
conversation with Doug that afternoon.

Mr. Fleming puffed on his pipe. "So he admitted he had 
been in her room at some time," he said speculatively.

After thinking over the problem for awhile, he told her 
his decision. "If Doug is mixed up in the sorry 
business, his conscience will punish him more than any 
punishment we could inflict on him. There is only one 
thing. I think he should attend the trial. Whatever 
happens there, he will have to live with." He sighed 
deeply and after a moment asked, "Do you want to tell 
him or should I?"

"I started it," his wife said reasonably, "let me 
finish it."

* * *

The jailer herded the boys into a medium-sized room. 
They saw Angie sitting, listening to an excitable dark-
haired young man. They went down to join them.

"Ah, here we all are," the young man said, rubbing his 
hands together. "My name is Klein. I'm the lawyer your 
parents retained to defend you. Got that?"

Everyone nodded.

"As soon as we get the preliminaries over," he went on, 
"identify each other, we can get down to particulars." 
When he had satisfied himself as to who each one was, 
he moved on to other questions. "I want you to tell me, 
in your own words exactly, what happened on that 
particular Friday night that you were interrupted by 
Dr. Marlowe. One at a time."

The boys took turns giving their stories. Chuck ended. 
"It was the first time I'd been there. I don't even 
live in this town."

"First time, eh?" Mr. Klein asked. "Who else was there 
for the first time?"

The other boys identified themselves.

"Who's been there from the first?" he asked.

Brad, Jim, and Scott raised their hands.

"You were the ones who began these games?" Klein asked.

They all shook their heads. "No, sir."

Amazed, he asked, "Then who did?"

Both Jim and Scott pointed at Brad. "He told us about 
it. Took us there."

Brad turned red. "I didn't start it. Doug Fleming did."

"Did he take you there?". Mr. Klein asked.

"No, sir," Brad replied. "Angie invited me. I came by 
myself. Then Doug came. He showed me what they'd been 
doing."

"Then what did you do?" Mr. Klein asked.

Reluctantly, Brad added, "Then I tried it."

"Why isn't Doug Fleming here?" Klein asked. All the 
kids looked at each other questioningly. Finally Scott 
said.

"I've never seen him at the Marlowe's house."

"Anyone else seen him there?" Klein asked. The boys 
mumbled that they hadn't.

Brad insisted. "But he was the one who showed me how!"

"How about it, Miss Marlowe," Mr. Klein asked her. "Did 
this Doug Fleming do as Brad accuses?"

Angie looked at the lawyer; she swung her eyes over to 
Brad. He was brooding unhappily. Just like that day we 
had to go to the principal's office, flashed through 
her mind. She recalled how vindictive he'd been then. 
Fighting Doug unfairly. Then making up those lies to 
tell Mr. Bailey. Angie looked back at Mr. Klein. "No," 
Angie said softly.

"Are you denying Doug ever came to your house?" Mr. 
Klein asked,

"Yes," she said stoically.

Brad broke in indignantly. "She's lying." He looked 
hard at Angie. "Why are you doing this?"

Angie's eyes met his. Her eyes were inscrutable.

"It's not fair," Brad kept insisting, "Doug started it. 
He should have to pay too."

"You're sure now?" Mr. Klein questioned Angie. "Tell 
the truth. It has to stand up in the witness box."

Angie looked at him without changing her expression.

"All right, then," Mr. Klein went on. "No one else saw 
Doug there except you," he told Brad. "It's your word 
against his."

"But he did!" Brad was beside himself.

Mr. Klein looked at Angie. He could see she was lost in 
thought. The tense expression had relaxed to an 
enigmatic smile. Brad's probably right, he thought. 
That Fleming kid probably did start the orgies. But 
evidently, after that first time with Brad, he didn't 
go back. And she intends to protect him.

* * *

The courtroom was crowded. Every kid in town was there 
except for the ones who were forcibly detained at home 
by their parents. Doug was there, growing more uneasy 
by the minute. Did he belong on the stand with the 
others? Or did he belong here in the audience? He 
didn't know. Yet he felt guilty.

The prosecutor was questioning Brad.

"Were you the instigator of these -- ah -- games?"

"No, sir."

"Who was?"

Brad kept his eyes glued to the prosecutor. "Douglas 
Fleming."

A wave of emotion swept through the audience. Several 
people turned around to stare at Doug. Others exclaimed 
or giggled.

Doug sat perfectly upright in his chair and looked 
straight forward. He managed to conceal his emotions 
but he was a cauldron of indecision inside.

"How do you know this?" the prosecutor asked Brad.

"The first night I was at Angie's house, he was there. 
He showed me how. He did it first."

"You would say the person responsible for starting the 
games was Douglas Fleming?" the prosecutor asked.

"Yes, sir," Brad said. He stared straight at the 
prosecutor, unable to meet Doug's eyes, even across the 
courtroom.

"Thank you, Mr. Harker. You may step down."

Brad bounced out of the chair as if it were a hot seat.

"I am told that this boy, Douglas Fleming, is now 
present in the court," the prosecutor announced. "I ask 
that a special deposition be made out to call him to 
the stand."

Before the judge could reply, the defense attorney 
jumped to his feet. "Your honor, before another witness 
is called, my client, Angelica Marlowe, would like to 
speak."

"Permission granted," the judge said.

Angie rose from her chair and walked to the witness box 
for the second time.

"Angelica Marlowe, you have already sworn to tell the 
truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. You 
understand that?" Mr. Klein asked.

"Yes, sir," Angie said quietly.

"Now, regarding the statements made by Bradford Harker, 
will you tell us if Douglas Fleming was the ringleader 
of the games?"

"Yes, sir," Angie said quietly.

"Now, regarding the statements made by Brad Harker. 
Will you tell us if Douglas Fleming was the ringleader 
of the games?"

Angie's glance swung to Doug, sitting in the audience.

At the mention of his name, Doug had risen from his 
seat and stood conspicuously in the seated audience, 
staring fixedly at Angie.

Poor Doug, Angie thought. He looks so wretched. Of all 
the boys, he was the only one who didn't use me 
heartlessly.

Angie's voice rang out clearly. "No, he was not."

"He did not come to your house and participate in your 
games?"

Angie looked straight at Doug. "He did not," she 
replied clearly. The judge looked at Angie seated on 
the stand, then he looked at Doug standing guiltily in 
the audience. There was a connection, he thought. Brad 
is probably partly right. She is lying. I wonder why 
she's protecting him. He looks like a fine boy. It 
would be a shame to implicate him in this sorry 
business.

In the end, Doug was never called to the stand. He sat 
in the audience sweating. Never had he felt so 
miserable in his life. From now on he intended to 
restrict his experiments to things that he knew about.

The judge was ending his summation of the case. "We 
have here a girl who experimented with sex. Why did 
she? She says because she wanted to find out about sex. 
Her mother didn't allow her to go to the sexual 
education classes at her school. Her father, in spite 
of the fact that he was a doctor, neglected his 
responsibility of telling her. Her mother told her lies 
and fiction. There comes a time in a person's life, 
when they feel they are ready for knowledge. If this 
knowledge isn't available formally to the person when 
he asks for it, then he will seek it in informal ways. 

"Angelica Marlowe wanted to satisfy her curiosity about 
sex. The only avenue left open to her to do so was 
experiment. Her action was a sad indictment of her 
parents' prejudiced attitude about a natural act. 
Nevertheless this girl and these boys have broken the 
law. They have engaged in lewd and immoral conduct."

Angie sat as if in a dream. In the background she heard 
the judge sentence her to several years in reform 
school as a morally depraved youth. The boys got 
similar sentences. All because I was curious about sex, 
she thought wistfully, and who was really acting 
immorally.

The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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