Peeking Sister

“Driving home through the hot hazy July afternoon, raven-

haired June Wright felt a returning wave of nausea sweep over her

and was forced to pull over to the side of the road to rest for a

moment. As she sat there alone in the peace and quiet of the

gently rolling Maryland farmlands, breathing in the familiar

scents of sun-baked fields and dry hay mixed with the heavy sweet

aroma of honeysuckle that grew wild along both sides of the narrow

winding country road, she reassured herself for the hundredth time

that day that she wasn’t pregnant.

   It just wasn’t possible … even if old Mr. Chisolm, the

owner of the Chisolm Realty Company where both she and Cliff

Farrow worked, obviously thought it was. There had been a knowing

leer in the old man’s eyes when she told him she wasn’t feeling

well and asked for the rest of the day off. He’d wanted to know

when she and Cliff were going to “set the date” and had clucked

disapprovingly when she replied vaguely, “Oh sometime in the fall

…”

   There wasn’t any hurry or reason to worry, and she was acting

like a silly nincompoop, she told herself severely. After she had

decided to let Cliff sleep with her … and it had been a

deliberate decision on her part because she considered herself a

modern woman, and, after all, they were officially engaged … she

had consulted a doctor and had been on the pills for over two

weeks before she actually let IT happen. The first time, just as

an extra precaution, she had made him put on one of those rubber

things, pretending that her surrender was spontaneous and that she

wasn’t prepared. A few days later her period had come on schedule

and, from then on, she had religiously taken the pill each

morning, marking off the day with an X on the calendar. She

hadn’t missed one, of that she was absolutely certain. It wasn’t

for nothing that Mr. Chisolm praised her as being the most

efficient secretary he had ever had.

   No, June decided, it must be something she had eaten or some

bug in the air. Even if for some strange reason the pills didn’t

work for her, the chances that she was pregnant were almost nil.

She had only let Cliff make love to her two more times since he

had taken her virginity, claiming that she was still too sore.

Actually, she wasn’t sore at all. It hadn’t hurt much, even the

first time …

   In fact, she had hardly felt anything at all. The whole

thing seemed more like a bore and a waste of time than anything

else and she resented having to put on a big act about how

thrilled and excited she was. Cliff was hurt and angry if she

didn’t … He accused her of being cold and unresponsive and of

not enjoying his body. Well, he had a very nice strong healthy

body as she was well aware, but, up till then at least, she hadn’t

enjoyed it as much as he seemed to.

   With a sigh June pulled her little Volkswagen Beetle back

onto the deserted road and continued her way home. There were

plenty of women like her, she knew, for whom sex was never a very

large factor in life, and she had accepted the fact that she was

like that ever since her first necking experienced as a senior in

high school six years before. The boys then had considered her

cold, but they had kept coming back for more because she was …

“built” … as they said.

   So she was “built,” June shrugged wryly to herself. And not

bad-looking either. Her pale oval face framed by a thick mane of

glossy blue-black hair had the clean pure lines of classic, almost

Madonna-like beauty. There was Italian blood on her mother’s side

of the family, and she had inherited its external form without the

fiery passionate temperament the Latins were so famous for.

   At least, she consoled herself, her looks had brought her the

love of a handsome dynamic young man like Cliff Farrow. For Cliff

was certainly all of those things. He was by far the best

salesman at Chisolm Realty, and everyone said he had a great

future ahead of him. She was sure they would be very happy

together once she had had a baby or two and his ardor had cooled

down a little. They would settle down to a pleasant comfortable

life in this beautiful valley where she had been born and which,

as far as she was concerned, was the most wonderful place in the

world to live. Sometimes she wondered why she didn’t “set the

date” right then and there. What was she waiting for …? The

reason she gave herself was her younger sister Tiffany who was

taking a couple of subjects in summer school and would receive her

diploma in the fall. But was that really the reason?

   June coasted into the driveway of her home with the motor

off, hoping not to awaken her father who she knew would be taking

his afternoon nap upstairs in the bedroom which he rarely left any

more. He had been a semi-invalid ever since her mother’s death

six years earlier, and she had had the duty of nursing him as well

as being the breadwinner of the family. Not that she minded

taking care of him, not at all, and when Tiffany graduated and got

a job, she would at last be able to shoulder her share of the

burden.

   June heard the noise as soon as she had quietly unlocked the

front door and stepped into the dimly shadowed hall … A sort of

hoarse strangled panting which seemed to come from the rear of the

house on the ground floor. Her heart jumped in her throat! Her

first thought was that her father had somehow made his way

downstairs and had some kind of fit or attack. She hurried

through the dining room into the darkened little-used parlor.

What she saw through the doorway … on the floor of the screened-

in back porch … stopped her dead in her tracks as if she had run

full tilt into a stone wall. She couldn’t have been more

horrified and stupefied if she had come home and been greeted by

some fiendish monster from outer space.

   On the bare wooden floor of the sun-drenched back porch her

to be in school … and her fiance, Cliff Farrow … both stark

naked and completely oblivious of her presence … were wildly

fucking like two wild demented beasts!

   There was even a pungent feral odor in the air, and the place

looked like a hurricane had struck it with pieces of clothing

flung helter-skelter everywhere.

   Maybe because she couldn’t bear to focus on the spectacle in

front of her, June’s gaze lingered on Tiffany’s panties which hung

like some obscene fruit from one of the branches of the potted

rubber plant. Even from that distance she could see that the

secretion band was dripping wet. God! Her blonde baby sister,

seven years younger than she was, who, until just a few years ago,

she’d had to mother like a child … was lying there on the floor

making love with the wanton intensity and unbridled passion of an

experienced and totally debauched woman. It couldn’t be! Cliff

must be raping her!

   Still in a state of shock and unwilling to believe her eyes,

June forced herself to look back at the shamelessly rutting couple

on the floor. There certainly was no question of rape! Tiffany

had her long slim legs locked around Cliff’s muscular buttocks as

she strove to pull his long thick penis deeper into her wetly

glistening cunt, and her childish heart-shaped face straining up

out of its tangled halo of silky gold hair was flushed and

contorted in the urgency of her desire. She bucked her slender

young-girl hips up faster and faster to meet the pile-driving

downstrokes of her lover’s hairy pelvis against her tender vaginal

mound and was moaning and mewling in a delirium of abandoned

pleasure. When their lewdly entwined bodies parted momentarily,

June could clearly see Cliff’s long thick rigid penis shining with

Tiffany’s cuntal juices as her young sister’s moist pink pussy

lips, lined with sparse golden pubic curls, clung hungrily to the

great shaft … could even see the huge swollen dark red head of

his cock which he drew out of her steaming furrow almost to the

end before plunging it back in with a loud grunt of satisfaction.

The slap of his sperm-bloated balls against her nakedly upturned

ass-cheeks seemed to ring out like pistol shots through the quiet

house as they galloped toward the consummation of their lewd

animal-like coupling.

   “Fuck harder, Cliff! Haaarrrddderrr!” Tiffany gasped,

tangling both her hands in his curly brown hair and pulling his

sweating face down to hers to glue her wide-open mouth against

his. Both their wantonly writhing bodies were covered with a film

of perspiration, and the bare wooden boards beneath them were dark

with their secretions.

   Stop them! Stop them!

   The frenzied silent command rang out repeatedly in June’s

dazed brain as every deep-seated moral and religious belief she

had, everything her strict upbringing had taught her to accept as

decent and good, urged her to cry out and stop this vile

fornication … to run forward and pull Cliff off Tiffany …

scratch him … beat him with her fists if necessary! The basic

foundations of her own character, the very core of her being,

seemed somehow to be under attack, but she stood there in the

darkened parlor helplessly rooted to the spot, prey to an eerie

never-before-experienced sensation deep in her dully throbbing

vagina, watching with a growing excitement as the mindless two-

headed monster on the floor thrashed violently in the throes of

approaching orgasm.

   “Stick your finger up my ass!”

   Tiffany unglued her mouth from Cliff’s long enough to hiss

out this lewd order, and June saw her fiance’s outstretched middle

finger began to immediately probe up between her sister’s girlish

buttocks until it found the tiny puckered little hole and jabbed

hard through the elastic ring, disappearing up to the second

knuckle.

   “Aaaaaarrrrgggghhh!” Tiffany groaned feverishly.

“Goooooodddd, Cliff! Fuck me up there with your fingers,

fingerfuck me up my ass. Aaaahhh yess, it huuurrtttss goooodd!

God, I wish you had another beautiful big cock like the one in my

cunt to stick up there. Uuuunnnhhh!” the seventeen year old girl

grunted in total abandon as Cliff rammed a second finger up her

rectum and began to pump his hand rhythmically in and out between

her flat-spread ass-cheeks with a circular reaming motion,

stretching wider and wider her tight nether ring which was already

well-lubricated by the steady stream of vaginal secretions flowing

down from her avidly sucking pussy.

   June watched … transfixed by the twin horror of the lewd

spectacle going on there on the floor in front of her and what was

going on in her own love-starved body against her will. Her

entire pelvic region was on fire with a violently tingling

prurient sensation more powerful than any she had ever felt

before, and she had the insane urge to throw herself on the floor

right beside the wildly fucking couple and savagely masturbate

herself to orgasm along with them! In her mind’s eye she could

see herself doing it! See herself tearing off her panties and

thrashing nakedly on the floor next to them, sharing their vile

enslavement by the tyranny of flesh.

   God, what was happening to her? She could feel a wet hot

slipperiness running down her inner thighs. She had never been

aroused like this before, not when she masturbated, which was

hardly ever, and especially not when Cliff had made love to her!

It was at that instant that the seed of the terrible fear which

was to torment her in the months to come was sown in her mind.

She had read about voyeurism … about people who could achieve

sexual satisfaction only by watching others make love … Was she

one of them? Was she abnormal? Did that explain the insipid

feebleness of all her previous sensations compared to the inferno

of desire raging in her loins now?

   Then Cliff did something which swept all these blurred half-

formed thoughts from her mind and concentrated her attention

totally on the lascivious sight on the floor. Slowly, with a

loose sadistic grin on his congested face, Cliff drew his long

white cock all the way out of Tiffany’s frothing cunt with a wet

squelching noise while the young girl moaned out her desperate

frustration.

   “Oh Goddd! Don’t stop now, Cliff, you can’t stop now!” she

pleaded, arching her back and straining her hips up off the floor

after his retreating cock.

   “You said you wanted two cocks,” Cliff gloated down at her.

“Well, that’s what you’re gonna get, baby doll. This’ll be

something those high school punks never did for you, I’ll bet my

bottom dollar.”

   He pulled his fingers from her rectum, and, with one brawny

arm, pushed both her slim legs all the way back so that her knees

crushed her lushly ripened breasts against her chest. With his

other hand he guided the pulsing blood-engorged head of his thick

cock down her soaked cuntal crevice to the tiny hairless anal hole

which glittered and puckered in the afternoon sunlight slanting

through the porch screens. For a moment, as he began to press

into her tightly puckered anus, neither of them seemed to move,

and, in the bright sunny yard beyond them, nothing stirred, not a

leaf or blade of grass. June, standing in the darkness of the

parlor … waiting with bated breath for the brutal lunge that

would try to force that enormous bell-shaped cock-head up her

sister’s rectum … knew that, if she lived to be a hundred, this

ghastly tableau of unspeakable lust would remain indelibly etched

in her brain. Her knees trembled. She felt weak and her breath

came in short stifled gasps as she waited with a quaking feeling

of vicarious dread deep in her bowels.

   “Oooooh, noooooh, waaaiiit!” Tiffany whined as Cliff twitched

his powerful loins, and the mammoth head of his penis finally

popped through the elastically resisting ring of flesh. He paid

no attention to her pleas, and began to skewer in and out of her

forever-stretched anus, penetrating farther and farther up inside

her hot little rectum with each cruel stroke until at last his

long thick penis was embedded all the way up inside her anal

passage with his hard male pelvis locked securely against her

quivering ass-cheeks.

   “How does it feel, baby doll? You like fingers up there.

Shit, you ought to love this!” Cliff said, leering triumphantly

down at the nakedly pinioned girl with the sweat dripping from his

face onto the rippling tautness of her belly. June could see his

sperm-charged balls jerking slightly as his penis throbbed

mightily inside her sister’s painfully stretched rectum.

   “Oh God, it … it burns,” Tiffany moaned. “But it … I

never felt anything like it before.”

   She reached down between her legs and began to feverishly rub

her inflamed clitoris as Cliff started to fuck in and out of her

little anal opening with hard twisting strokes. An expression of

vicious satisfaction appeared on his handsome face as he watched

his thick glistening cock vanishing completely up into the depths

of her bowels, then reappearing on the withdrawal stroke with the

pink flesh of the tight anal ring clinging voraciously to the

rock-hard shaft.

   And June watched the same lewdly exciting sight as he, barely

aware that her skirt was hiked up around her waist and that her

hands had swarmed down into her panties with a will of their own,

one in front and one behind, as she frenziedly stroked her own

wildly tingling clitoris and dug one long slender finger down

between her buttocks desperately searching for her own anal

opening. She gasped and a shiver of erotic delight racked her

body as the finger finally wormed its way up into the moistly

heated canal of her own rectum, and the weird tingling sensation

she experienced gave her a slight inkling of what her cock-impaled

sister must be feeling. God, what was she doing, some remote part

of her lust-crazed brain asked her hopelessly, but she couldn’t

stop … couldn’t stop until the obscenely linked couple on the

floor did. She was like a marionette jerked this way and that by

the strings of their carnal lust. Her proud beautiful face was

bleary with the knowledge of her depravity, and her usually firm

determined mouth lolled open slackly as she abandoned herself

completely to her voyeuristic fingering of her own love-starved

genitals.

   When Cliff drew his rigidly pulsating cock out of Tiffany’s

forever-stretched anus and plunged it back into her juicy little

pussy, June’s hands flew faster as she pumped two, then three

fingers up her wetly dilated vagina, swirling them around, reeling

with the sudden unaccustomed flood of pleasure that surged through

every nerve-end in her body. God, she had never felt anything so

fantastically wonderful as this before in her life.

   Her breath came in loud rasping pants as the dark-haired

older girl watched Cliff’s thick cock disappear first up her

sister’s cunt then up her anal passage as he began to alternate

his strokes in an accelerating charge toward orgasm. June had

never dreamed such pleasure – such excitement – could exist …

certainly it was a far cry from the feeble response she had felt

when Cliff was actually fucking her! “Oooohhh,” she moaned to

herself as the sharp edge of her fingernail bit into the tender

flesh of her rectum. “Oooooh, it huuurts so good!”

   “Cum!” Tiffany suddenly rasped out. “Oh Cliff, cuuummm! I’m

cuuummmiiinnggg!”

   “Where? Where should I cum?” Cliff taunted the frenetic

girl, continuing to drive alternately in and out of her tightly

clasping cunt and anus with furious strokes that jolted the naked

young blonde’s body.

   “I don’t caaarrre. Theerrrree! God, I’m thheeerrree!”

Tiffany wailed, locking her arms and legs around him and grinding

her convulsing little pussy up against him to hold him buried to

the hilt in her cunt.

   “Shheeee-iiiittt!” Cliff groaned, and June could see his

whole body jerk and shudder as his heated sperm pelted up out of

his swollen balls and spurted deep up inside her sister’s vagina.

She knew what it felt like, she could feel it herself … almost

feel it … almost … almost! Then the thrilling feeling was

abruptly gone, snuffed out like a light …

   On the bright floor the two obscenely collapsed bodies lay

motionless, gleaming with sweat in the brilliant sunlight. June

drew her two hands like dead weights from her panties and smoothed

down her skirt. What had she almost done? What had those two

vile horrid creatures on the floor almost made her do? Oh God!

   Suddenly she was overwhelmed by a violent paroxysm of hatred

and revulsion, and she strode out onto the sunny porch like an

avenging fury, tossing her heavy mane of black hair and raising

both of her clenched fists above them as if to stroke the two

lewdly entwined naked people dead on the spot.

   “What are you doing!” she screamed hysterically. “Stop it!

Stop it!”

   Cliff and Tiffany stared up with glazed, passion-dulled eyes,

their two spent bodies still glued together in orgiastic union.

Finally, Cliff twisted his head and looked up at June’s wrathful

face.

   “Oh oh,” he said sheepishly, slowly pushing himself off

Tiffany’s inert young body. Tiffany stared up at her sister for a

long moment with an unfathomable expression in her eyes. Was it

triumph … scorn … or merely indifference? June couldn’t tell.

   “Go to your room!” she ordered the young girl imperiously.

“And you!” She wrinkled her nose in disgust, and her voice

dripped utter loathing as she faced Cliff, coldly looking his

naked body over from head to toe without missing his now

shriveled, helpless-looking penis … “Get out of here. I never

want to see you again!”

   Cliff jumped up and began to hastily put on his clothes, but

Tiffany insolently took her time gathering up her panties, mini-

dress and sandals, which were apparently all she had been wearing

when the debauch began. In spite of her anger, June caught

herself scanning her sister’s body with curiosity because she

hadn’t really seen it naked for five years. The year after their

mother’s death, the two girls had slept together in the same bed

and been very close. Then one night there had been a scene. June

had awakened to find her little sister, who was then only twelve,

feverishly fingering herself up between her legs. She had

admonished the young girl severely, telling her that masturbation

was a sin. But you do it, the child had cried. June denied this

furiously because even though she did occasionally make herself

cum to relieve nervous tension, she had certainly never done it

where Tiffany could see her. Yes you do, the child had insisted

doggedly. You only pretend you’re asleep! Since then, there had

been no intimacy between the two girls and they had grown steadily

farther and farther apart. With a sinking feeling of guilt, June

realized that, until this afternoon, she hadn’t had the faintest

idea of what kind of life Tiffany led. She had innocently assumed

that her sister was still a virgin as she had been at that age. A

virgin! Not this proud young animal impudently strutting her

sexuality in front of them both.

   “I said go to your room, Tiffany!” June repeated, controlling

herself with difficulty.

   Tiffany ignored her. “Bye, Cliff,” she said huskily. “See

you tomorrow.”

   “Oh no you won’t!” June corrected her fiercely.

   “Oh yes I will. If I want to,” the slender blonde-haired

teenager replied airily as she strolled still stark naked into the

darkened parlor. Cliff was dressed by then and was heading for

the screen door of the porch. Probably the way he had sneaked in,

June thought. God, they hadn’t even been able to wait to get

upstairs to Tiffany’s room. Anybody could have come along the

shortcut behind the house and seen them.

   Cliff hesitated uncertainly at the door before turning

around. “June … I …” he stammered, trying to meet her

outraged stare.

   “Get out!” she interrupted him sharply. “And, if you ever

see Tiffany again, I’ll have the police on you. She’s not

eighteen, you know.”

   His manner changed instantly from meekness to arrogance.

“That would make a juicy scandal, wouldn’t it?” he sneered

contemptuously. “It might upset your poor father. In fact, it

might even put him in his grave if he knew that the apple of his

eye, his darling little daughter Tiffany, has been fucking like a

mink ever since she was fourteen years old. And not only that.

She had the reputation of being the best cock-sucker in Laketon

High, and I can tell you from personal experience, baby, that she

does a beautiful job. You should watch her some time. You could

use a few lessons in the sex department, you know, June dear.

Well, see you at the office tomorrow.” He opened the door, strode

nonchalantly across the yard and disappeared through a gap in the

hedge.

   Of all the horrible disgusting filth he had spilled out about

her sister one word kept ringing in June’s ears … Watch … “You

should watch her some time,” he had said.

   “Ju-uune …? Is that you?” a quavering voice called faintly

from upstairs. June started guiltily. She had forgotten all

about her father.

   “Yes Daddy, I’m coming,” she called up. She rushed into the

kitchen and feverishly washed her hands, but, when she sniffed

them after drying them, it seemed to her she could still smell the

faint pungent odor of her rectum lingering on her left index

finger. She felt that she would never be able to hold up her head

and look decent people squarely in the eye again after the

terrible thing she had done that afternoon.”

*   *   *

“The next three months were hell for June Wright. Her sister

ran away to New York with Cliff Farrow and June had to put up

with, not only the constant querulous complaints of her father who

blamed her for Tiffany’s flight, accusing her of having always

been too strict with the younger girl, but also with the

hypocritical condolences of her friends and colleagues at Chisolm

Realty. All that was nothing, however, compared to the secret

inner torment she was going through as a result of that awful

afternoon which haunted her dreams at night and obsessed her

thoughts during the day.

   In fact, when Cliff and Tiffany ran away – it was about two

weeks after she had caught them on the porch – June felt more

relieved than anything else.

   At least, she told herself, she wouldn’t have to silently

suffer Cliff’s knowing smirks at the office any longer, or

Tiffany’s haughty impudence at home. Because, of course, Cliff

had been right when he said they would go on seeing each other.

She couldn’t run the risk of making a scandal which sooner or

later would reach her father’s ears. With his delicate heart

condition, it might very well kill him, as Cliff had said.

   So in the morning she found the deliberately cruel and brief

little note saying she’d gone to New York to look for a job,

June’s first reaction was to thank God, and when she learned later

in the day that Cliff had gone with her sister, she sighed good

riddance to bad rubbish. With both of them out of the way she

hoped that she would at last be able to forget what they had done

and what she had done on that sunny July afternoon when she had so

innocently come home from work.

   But that wasn’t the way it was to be. It wasn’t her father’s

incessant peevish bickering which she had long since learned to

bear with patience, it was the relentless nagging in the pit of

her stomach … in her genital area … that was driving her to

distraction. She seemed to be in such a constantly aroused

condition that she – June Corbin Wright formerly so self-

controlled in matters of sex – found herself obliged to masturbate

in the toilet like an adolescent two or three times a day just to

dampen the fires of lust raging inside her passion-crazed vagina

long enough to enable her to do her job.

   And at home in the long evenings after her father had turned

off his light in the bedroom across the hall, she began to

experiment with different ways of making herself cum – with

candles, with a pestle she found in the kitchen drawer, even with

the rounded head of one of her father’s long unused canes which

she rammed up her wildly puckering anus one night in a humiliating

orgy of self-debasement. That moment she remembered with clarity

for she had felt in her shattered brain that she was committing

both sodomy and incest at the same time, her flesh crawling with

delicious horror as she squatted lower and lower, driving the

bulbous cock-like head of the cane farther and farther up her

lacerated rectum while she hysterically drubbed the swollen bud of

her clitoris so hard that, when she finally came with great

gasping sobs, it was too sore to touch again that night …

   Underneath all her feelings of guilt and self-loathing

because of her enslavement to her body’s insatiable demands was

the undeniable knowledge that none of the sensations which she

artificially provoked in herself came anywhere near in intensity

to the one she had experienced that afternoon … just from

watching. No matter what she did to herself, she couldn’t

recapture the soul-quaking voluptuous thrill that had electrified

her being as she watched Cliff Farrow’s long thick cock pistoning

in and out of her sister’s hot little pussy.

   Was she really a voyeur? Was that to be her lonely unhappy

fate? She started taking books on abnormal psychology out of the

library to peruse late at night in her bed … Freud, Stekel,

Reik. The case histories excited her, and, more often than not,

the forgotten book slipped unnoticed off the bed as she thrashed

around in her tangled sheets, her proud beautiful face twisted

grotesquely in her vain efforts to make the breakthrough into that

unknown world of total sensuality which she had glimpsed so

briefly.

   She felt that each bitter failure was bringing her closer and

closer to the brink of madness until that day the telegram arrived

…”

“Tiffany in terrible trouble

   Need your help desperately

   Wire arrival 72 West 8th”

Cliff

“June didn’t hesitate a minute. She hired a nurse to look

after her father, packed a bag and left for New York on the next

train. She didn’t know why, really … only knew that she was

driven … or relentlessly drawn … toward the source of her

intolerable misery.”

Chapter 2

“One gray fall afternoon several days before this telegram was

sent, in an exclusive club high above the dismal windswept streets

of lower Manhattan, two expensively dressed gentlemen had just

finished discussing the effects of the latest peace initiative on

the stock market and were turning their thoughts to lighter

subjects. Their relationship was broker-client, but over the

years they had become close friends despite the enormous

differences in their characters and backgrounds.

   Axel Borman, the broker, was a massive bear-like gray-haired

man approaching fifty who gave an impression almost of a

ponderousness which, as his opponents on the handball courts of

the club found out to their regret, was totally misleading. He

kept his muscular, heavy-framed body in excellent condition and

could still move faster than many men half his age. As for the

quality of his mind, it was generally referred to as being of the

steel-trap variety. The son of a poor Wisconsin farmer, he had

put himself through college, won a scholarship to the Harvard

Business School and gone on to become the top executive and

driving force in one of Wall Street’s most prestigious brokerage

firms.

   His client, Breckenridge Richmond III, known to his close

friends as “Jock,” was cast from a completely different mold.

Scion of an illustrious old American family and heir to a

considerable fortune, which, incidentally, he had more than

doubled by having the good sense to take Axel Borman’s advice, he

was a trim slender man, about five feet eight, blond, blue-eyed,

with a lazy indolent manner of moving and speaking which gave to

strangers the impression that he was just one more of the

brainless rich who had inherited their wealth and couldn’t get a

job as a messenger boy if he had to do it on his own. Only his

closest friends knew that he had graduated from Princeton at the

top of his class and had been one of the most decorated fighter

pilots of the Korean war. Blessed with perfect coordination, wiry

strength and apparently limitless endurance, he was one of the few

members of the club who could trounce Axel at handball. This was

a fact which often entered obliquely into their less serious

conversations.

   “I was just wondering, Jock,” Axel was saying as he studied

the long fine ash on the tip of his cigar, “what kind of shape

you’re in these days; for example, do you think you can still run

fast enough to snatch a lady’s handbag on a crowded city street

and get away with it?”

   “You should know what kind of shape I’m in,” Jock reminded

his friend pleasantly. “What was the score the last time we

played?” He knew better than to ask the reason for this odd

question, which had come completely out of the blue. Axel enjoyed

taking people by surprise. “Anyway,” he added, “if it’s this city

you’re talking about, that’s not much of a test. Nobody would

bother to chase me.”

   “I would,” Borman replied firmly.

   “Oh well, if it was only you …” Jock let his voice trail

off, waiting for Axel to come to the point. The older man opened

his dispatch case, pulled out a manila envelope and handed it

across the table.

   “What do these say to you?” he asked, a faint smile of

anticipation creasing his square-jawed, usually expressionless

face.

   Jock opened the envelope and gave a low whistle of

astonishment. Inside there were three glossy photographs, close-

ups of a young girl sucking a very hefty cock indeed. In the

first shot only the tip of the swollen head was inside her ovalled

mouth, and her eyes were wide open, registering shock or fear.

 From the way the photograph was cut it looked like her disembodied

head had been stuck on the end of the mighty shaft the way warring

South American tribes used to plant the heads of their victims on

the ends of their spears.

   In the second photo the girl’s expression had changed

completely, and her eyes were crinkled with pleasure as half of

the thick tubular rod had disappeared into her mouth. In the

third there was no more cock to be seen, just the girl’s nose

buried in a thick growth of pubic hair and her chin nestled

against two gigantic balls. Her expression was both dreamily

blissful and wistful at the same time.

   “She looks like she could use more of the same.” Jock

commented dryly. “And damned if I wouldn’t like to give it to

her.”

   “Recognize her?” Borman asked.

   “No …” Jock hesitated, studying the delicate heart-shaped

face in the first photo carefully. “Say, this isn’t the girl in

that cruddy fuck movie you showed us last week, is it?”

   “Right.” Borman nodded emphatically. “And the reason you

didn’t recognize her at first is because she’s such a lousy

actress. With a cock in her mouth, she’s Sarah

Bernhardt. Unfortunately, even in those dumb movies you have to

walk into a room sometimes or say hello and this kid is so stiff

she’s painful to watch. She takes your mind off sex, for

Chrissake. I’m getting awfully tired of lousy fuck movies made by

amateur actors and actresses,” he finished irascibly.

   “Sure, who needs ’em,” Jock agreed. “Anybody in our group

can do what they do better.” They both belonged to an informal

group of wealthy married couples who entertained at each others’

homes on convenient weekends … Not a swap club really. The

only requirements were an uninhibited attitude toward sex and a

healthy understanding between husband and wife that at these get-

togethers each was free to do as he or she pleased. Jock had

fucked Nina, Axel’s attractive young wife, many times, and he had

it from no less authority than his own wife, Stella, that Axel was

still one of the best lays she’d ever had.

   “So I’m going to make my own goddamn movie,” Axel said, still

pursuing his train of thought.

   “What?” Jock looked at the older man in surprise.

   “Don’t get me wrong, Jock,” Borman chuckled. “I know my

limitations. I’m not going to hold the camera or try to direct

the actors. All I’m going to do is create a dramatic situation.

Bring some people together in a situation loaded with potential

dynamite and let a professional cameraman photograph whatever they

do.”

   “You mean it won’t be rehearsed,” Jock expanded the idea.

“Like one of those happenings painters and artists are always

putting on.”

   “Exactly,” Borman nodded. “Except this will have its roots

in real life. You see, when I showed that film last week …” He

pointed to the manila envelope, “I thought I recognized that girl.

And, as the man who made the film is one of my clients, it wasn’t

hard to check out. She comes from a small town not far from a

farm I bought in Maryland last summer. In fact, her older sister

works for the real estate agent who sold me the farm, and I

happened to meet them together in his office one afternoon.

They’re both beautiful girls, but in such completely different

ways you never would believe they’re sisters. That’s one reason I

guess their faces stuck in my mind. So, when I recognized the

younger one, naturally I was intrigued. I mean, when I saw her

last summer she seemed to be a typical normal healthy small-town

American girl. Now, what could have happened in a few months time

to transform a girl like that into the star – if you pardon the

expression – of a trashy sex movie …?”

   Borman paused, signaled the waiter for two more drinks and

went on. “Well, it so happens that my client keeps pretty close

tabs on his stable of actors, and that includes reading any of

their mail he can get his hands on. It helps to keep them in line

if he knows where they’re from. Most of them wouldn’t want the

folks back home to know what they’re up to in the big city.

Anyway, he knew all about this girl – her name is Tiffany – and

was even able to give me a letter written to her by her sister.”

   He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a soiled rumpled

envelope which he handed to Jock. Sipping contentedly on his

fresh drink, Axel leaned back in the comfortable old leather

armchair and studied his young friend’s face to detect his

reaction to the brief missive that June had written to her sister

Tiffany two months before.”

Dear Sister,

“Daddy and I were glad to hear that you are well and have

found a good job. Naturally, Daddy misses you a great deal as you

have always been his favorite, but I don’t suppose that will make

any difference to you.

   You are absolutely wrong in saying that I will never forgive

you for doing what you did with Cliff Farrow. I have already

forgiven you for that and am only thankful that I found out what

kind of man he is before making the awful mistake of marrying him.

   What I can’t forgive is your saying that you did it for my

sake to protect me from him. That is a horrible lie and you know

it. Some day maybe when you are grown up, you will learn to be

honest with yourself. Until then, I can only pray for you.”

“Your sister

   June”

“P.S. You couldn’t possibly have known that I was coming home

early that afternoon.”

““Wow! Some loving affectionate letter!” Jock exclaimed

softly. “Just exactly what did little Tiffany do with Cliff

Farrow to deserve it? I mean, I can guess, but give me the juicy

details.”

   “Sorry. We don’t have the details, Jock.” Borman smiled.

“Whatever happened, little Tiffany ran away to the big city. As

she had acted in a couple of high school productions and had

always dreamed of becoming a Hollywood star, she answered an ad in

the paper for girls with acting experience. Result so far – three

films like the one you saw at my house last week. My client – his

name is Dippy Gallagher, by the way, and it fits him perfectly –

says she is one of his most cooperative stars. Apparently he is

obliged to use booze, drugs, blackmail and sometimes even force on

some of the other actresses to get them to play their roles

realistically.

   “Sordid bastard,” Jock interposed with a chuckle.

   “He is,” Borman agreed. “But, apparently, Tiffany doesn’t

need any artificial stimulants. She’s sure she’s on the road to

Hollywood and is happy as a lark, except for one little item.

Cliff Farrow is bugging her to death. He found out what she is

doing, and it’s tearing him apart. He follows her everywhere like

a dog, begging her to marry him and come back home. He is out of

a job, running out of money and drinking himself to death. A very

sad state of affairs.”

   “I think I get it,” Jock said with a gleam in his eye.

“You’re going to bring the three of them together, June, Tiffany

and Cliff, and see what happens, right? But suppose nothing

happens?”

   “That’s where you and I come in.” Borman winked broadly at

his friend. “That’s why I asked you if you could run fast enough

to snatch a lady’s pocketbook and get away with it. We’ve got to

make damned sure something does happen.” Then he quickly outlined

to the younger man the plan that had been gradually taking shape

in his mind ever since he had recognized Tiffany in the movie the

week before. When he had finished, Jock whistled again, this time

in admiration.

   “By God, Axel,” he drawled. “It’s a good thing you can’t

manipulate stocks the way you can people.”

   “What makes you think I can’t?” Borman grunted derisively.

“Anyway, Jock, do you think Stella will mind you … uh … taking

a part in this little drama? It goes without saying the film will

never leave our hands, of course.”

   “Are you kidding!” Jock exclaimed. “It’ll turn Stella on.

Now, let’s go over it again. There are a few bugs to work out.

First, you get in touch with Gallagher to start the ball rolling,

right. And then …”

   So the two men ordered another drink and settled back to plan

the scenario of the events which were to take place about a week

later.”

Chapter 3

“The following Monday, after a lengthy conversation with

Borman, Dippy Gallagher sent for Tiffany. He was on the phone

when she went into his office, a tiny leprechaun of a man,

completely bald, intensely nervous, perpetually scowling, almost

hidden by a huge desk cluttered with stacks of glossy photos

portraying both male and female nudes in various provocative poses

and obscene acts, most of them covered with a fine film of dust

and cigar ashes.

   “What!” he was screaming into the phone in a high-pitched

anguished voice. “She shaved what …! Her pussy! So she gets a

merkin – a pussy wig! Whaddaya mean they don’t make pussy wigs?

Shit yes, they do, oh hell! Then get another broad. Throw the

dumb cunt out on the street.”

   He slammed down the receiver and stared ferociously at

Tiffany. “In the year of our Lord nineteen seventy-three,” he

intoned dramatically, “the decade of Hair! She goes and shaves

her pussy. Who does she think she is, Dolly Dimple? I swear to

God if my mother wasn’t Jewish I wouldn’t be alive today. Show

biz! Do me a favor. Go tell it to the East River. Siddown,

kid.”

   He popped a pill into his shark-like mouth, washed it down

with a swig from a bottle of vodka he kept stashed in his desk,

and leaned back with his hands clasped behind his head to survey

Tiffany with his beady little eyes.

   Tiffany avoided his gaze. The office with its shabby dingy

walls, plastered with more obscene photographs, and its odor of

stale cigar smoke and … she sometimes imagined … stale cum …

depressed her beyond words.

   To begin with it hadn’t been so bad. In fact, the first time

she went there in answer to the ad for girls with acting

experience the atmosphere of corruption and decadence, even evil,

which pervaded the office and the enormous loft upstairs where

most of the films were shot had perversely excited her. She had

had it up to here with the neat orderly life at home in Maryland,

her constantly complaining father and her sister June’s prudish

domineering ways, so she plunged enthusiastically into her new

life as an actress in blue movies. She was getting paid pretty

good money for doing what she had loved to do since she was

fourteen – fucking and sucking … and as a whole the actors she

performed with were handsome virile studs with big potent cocks,

even though a lot of them were strung out on drugs, mostly

amphetamines, because needle marks were hard to hide even with the

best of make-up creams. Then there was always the hope of

Hollywood shimmering in the future, the hope cleverly planted and

nourished by Dippy Gallagher that any day a talent scout would see

one of their films and sign her up for the Big Time.

   But Tiffany was getting discouraged. Already three movies in

two months and not the slightest nibble. The glamour in the

business, what little she had ever thought there was, had faded

and that afternoon she was feeling particularly down. She had

just finished a scene where she was anally raped by a satyr,

complete with plastic horns and hooves, against a backdrop of an

idyllic glen deep in the ferny woods of ancient Greece, painted by

a bombed-out character from Houston, Texas, by way of the East

Village. Anyway, the horsehair or whatever they made the satyr’s

costume out of had rubbed her tender ass-cheeks and inner thighs

raw and she couldn’t wait to get home and hop into a hot bath.

   Gallagher saw the sulky pouting expression on Tiffany’s

rather wan heart-shaped face and decided he knew exactly what she

needed … A little jolt in the tookus.

   “Let’s see your tits, kid,” he snarled. “C’mere.”

   “God, haven’t you seen them enough,” Tiffany protested

sullenly, getting up nevertheless and going around the desk toward

him. She knew she had to … anyway Dippy had never been known to

screw around with any of the members of his “Troupe.” One rumor

had it that he was completely impotent, another that he had a two-

hundred pound wife ensconced in a mansion on a big estate on Long

Island somewhere. Nobody knew anything for sure about Dippy

except that after work he disappeared into the canyons of New York

like a rabbit up a magician’s sleeve … and was never known to

screw around with his actresses. Tiffany obediently unbuttoned

her dress and pulled it down so that her girlish but shapely

breasts swung free, rising in comely succulent arcs from her

smooth-skinned torso.

   “Ice ’em!” Dippy snapped.

   “Wh – at? Wha’d you say?” Tiffany stammered, taken

completely off guard. She stared down at her breasts as if she

had never seen them before.

   “Put ice on ’em,” Dippy spat at her. “They’re sagging

already. Get some ice packs. Freeze ’em the first thing in the

morning and the last thing at night. You wanna stay away from

silicone, right, kid? Nobody knows the long run effects. But the

show’s gotta go on, and the tits gotta be firm. So … ice packs!

And another thing!” he yammered before Tiffany could get her wits

together. “Humpty-Dumpty’s gotta go!”

   Tiffany’s heart sank. Humpty-Dumpty was Gallagher’s derisive

nickname for Cliff Farrow. “He – he didn’t come back here, did

he?” she faltered. “He promised me he never would again.”

   “Humpty-Dumpty,” Dippy recited, “took a great fall. He’s

downstairs right now, puking in the hall.”

   “Oh goddd,” Tiffany groaned. Ever since Cliff had found out

what she was really doing he had been impossible. Impossible!

Following her around all the time, making terrible drunken scenes

in public places. “Listen, Mr. Gallagher,” she put as much

persuasion as she could into her voice. “He’ll never come back

again, I swear he won’t. I’ll tell him I’ll never see him again.”

   “Nix, baby, you already tried that,” Dippy reminded her

irritably. “And it didn’t work. We don’t want sloppy drunks

hanging around our Stage Door Entrance. It gives the studio a bad

name. Uh-uh! The next time he shows, you’re out! And that would

be a shame. Because you got talent, kid. You got what it takes.

You still wanna go west, don’cha?”

   “You know I do, Mr. Gallagher,” Tiffany wailed as

pathetically as she could. “I enjoy working for you and all that

but …”

   “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered gruffly. “Spare the act. I bring

’em up from Nowheresville, give ’em exposure, and overnight

they’re million dollar stars. Out in Hollywood. Rome. Paris.

The whole world over. But they don’t forget old Dippy, kid,” he

added milkily. “You know why? Because old Dippy don’t forget

what he knows about them. Which brings me to June.”

   “Huh …?” Tiffany was caught off balance again.

   “Yeah, June!” Dippy yapped at her. “Not April, May or

September. June! Big sister June. Humpty-Dumpty’s ex-fee-ann-

say. The one who caught Humpty humping you that afternoon last

summer back in Laketon.”

   “How did you know that?” Tiffany gasped. She had been super-

careful never to breathe a word about where she came from to

anybody in the troupe. Of course, there was that letter from June

she thought might have been missing from her purse; she couldn’t

be sure she hadn’t thrown it away after showing it to Cliff. But,

anyway, there had just been the letter, no envelope or address.

So how did he know where she came from? Actually her home was

four miles from Laketon but he was too close for comfort.

   Gallagher was enjoying her consternation. “Oh, I got ways,

kid, I got ways,” he jeered knowingly at her. “Anyway, June’s the

answer to your problem. Get her up here, get her in the sack with

Humpty again, and five gets you ten he goes back to Nowheresville

with her.”

   “Oh no, you’re wrong, Mr. Gallagher,” Tiffany objected quite

positively. “Cliff adores me, and anyhow, June wouldn’t have

anything to do with him after … after what happened …”

   “I got other information,” Dippy grunted, continuing to

follow out Borman’s instructions. “Let me worry about the

details, will ya, kid? Just do what I say. First get Humpty to

send June a telegram saying you’re in bad trouble and he needs her

help des-purr-ately. Send it yourself and sign his name. She’ll

come, won’t she?”

   “Ye-es,” Tiffany had to grudgingly admit. Even after all

that had happened, June with her goddamn Puritanical sense of

responsibility would probably be on the first train out of

Baltimore.

   “Tell her to wire arrival time at this address,” Dippy went

on, shoving a piece of paper at her. “Second, tell Humpty that

you want out of this business and that the only way you can get

out is to bring in a new broad. Sister June! And that he’s got

to break her in.”

   “But that’s impossible!” Tiffany wailed in despair. “I mean

it doesn’t even make sense. You don’t know my sister. It won’t

work.”

   “That’s our worry, kid. What’s it gonna be? Hollywood or

back to Nowheresville? See ya tomorrow.” He clamped the slimy

butt of a half-smoked cigar in his mouth and shuffled some

glossies around on his desk by way of dismissal. Personally he

didn’t think the scheme would work either, and sometimes he

wondered why he was letting a crazy sex-mad nut like this Axel

Borman handle his money for him. But his stocks kept going up and

up and up, so who’s to complain …?”

*   *   *

“Tiffany was sitting naked on the big bed in her room in the

grimy but fairly respectable hotel not far from where she worked.

She was buffing her nails while Cliff Farrow strode back and

forth, ranting and raving, clutching his head and occasionally

drinking from a pint bottle of gin he carried in the coat pocket

of his rumpled suit. In three short months the once handsome,

dynamic and dapperly dressed star salesman of the Chisolm Realty

Company had become a shambling, bleary-eyed wreck of a man, an

obvious candidate for Skid Row.

   Finally Tiffany interrupted his rambling drunken tirade.

“Listen,” she said sharply. “If you really love me and want me to

get out of this business, then you’ve got to fuck June while

Gallagher films the scene. He seems to think she’ll do it.

Personally, I don’t care if you have to rape her.”

   “But if you really want to get out, why can’t you just quit?”

Cliff plaintively wanted to know.

   “What! And have Gallagher send Daddy a batch of those shots

of me sucking cocks and fucking gorillas! It would kill him.”

Tiffany exclaimed indignantly. This was the brilliant idea she

had come up with on the way home and it seemed to be working.

   “But if Gallagher threatened to do that, it’s blackmail. We

could go to the police,” Cliff pursued doggedly.

   “Ha – after they saw some of those shots they’d just laugh.”

Tiffany shrugged. “I wasn’t forced you know. I signed a contract

that protects Gallagher.” She changed her tone to one of

appealing persuasion. “Listen, Cliff, I made a terrible mistake

and I admit it. But now I just can’t take it any longer, and I’ve

got to get out of this cruddy business. I want us to go away

somewhere and have a happy life together. And the only way is for

you to fuck June on camera. Don’t ask me why because I don’t

know. It’s just one of Dippy Gallagher’s brainstorms.”

   Cliff sighed and gazed forlornly at her with a sheepish

hangdog took. “But you know I can’t get it up any more,” he

reminded her pitifully.

   “Brother, do I ever know it!” the young girl exclaimed

contemptuously.

   “Well, it’s your fault!” Cliff flared back at her, knocking

down a big slug of gin from his bottle. “Every time I think of

what you’re doing every day with those other men … it’s killing

me.”

   “It didn’t used to bother you that I fucked other guys in

school. Remember? You were the big shot then. The big frog in

the little puddle,” she mocked him mercilessly. Then changing

tone again, she said more kindly, “It’s the booze, Cliff. You’ve

got to stop drinking. You should see yourself. Honest, I was

ashamed to bring you in here tonight.”

   “Well, I’ll try,” the haggard man sighed despondently. “But

I still don’t see why it has to be me.”

   “Maybe Gallagher thinks you have hidden talents,” Tiffany

suggested sarcastically.

   “I used to be as good as those guys you work with, didn’t I?”

Cliff asked in a pathetic tone of voice, stung by her allusion to

his impotence.

   “Oh, better, Cliff, much better,” she reassured him. “But

that’s not much help right now.”

   “I can still suck,” he said eagerly. “Can I just suck your

sweet little cunt some, Tiff. Maybe my cock’ll get hard.” He

looked longingly at the fluffy golden vee nestling up between her

slender girlish thighs.

   “No,” she refused after just the briefest hesitation. It

would be fun to just lean back on the pillows and watch him slave

away down there on her pussy, the roles reversed for a change, but

the dark stubble of beard on his jaw deterred her. The tender

skin between her thighs had been scratched enough for one day by

that goddamned satyr costume … and she always had the vibrator

one of the girls in the troupe had turned her on to. In a lot of

ways it was better than a tongue. “No,” she repeated firmly. “No

pussy until you get me off the hook. Call me tomorrow and I’ll

let you know what’s going on. Now, good-night, Cliff. They’re

shooting a big sandwich scene tomorrow, and I want to look my

best.”

   After another long forlorn dejected look at the beautiful

young body he had once possessed so completely, but which was now

forbidden him, Cliff silently left the room. As soon as Tiffany

had heard his footsteps plod away down the hall outside she called

up Room Service to send up a bucket of ice and began to unwrap the

two ice packs she had bought on the way home. That goddamn

Gallagher was a sonuvabitch liar, she decided as she carefully

studied her slim but curvaceous form in the bathroom mirror. Her

breasts weren’t sagging at all, but maybe the ice would do them

some good anyway. Why take chances …?”

Chapter 4

“Nina Borman was wondering what the hell her crazy wild man of

a husband was up to now as she walked beside him with her hand

linked under his arm along the crowded street off lower Fifth

Avenue. Because he certainly was up to something, there was no

doubt about that. The lithe long-legged young brunette in the

cheap, poorly-cut navy blue suit they were following – at least

Nina assumed they were following her, Axel refused to answer her

questions – turned up the steps of another shabby brownstone house

and, after scanning the names listed by the door, hesitantly rang

the bottom bell. It was the sixth building she had tried and each

time she came out looking more dejected and discouraged. The pure

classic beauty of her profile was visible for an instant, then the

door clicked and she went inside.

   As usual Axel had stopped as soon as the girl turned up the

steps and was pretending to examine the wares displayed in the

window of a basement “head” shop. Some private eye he’d make,

Nina snorted to herself. With his elegant Malacca walking cane

and his perfectly tailored grey business suit he stood out like a

sore thumb in the motley crowd of long-haired hippie boys and

girls who were thronging the sidewalk.

   It was growing dark and there was a chill nip in the autumn

air that bit right through the white Angora wool coat she was

wearing over her black chiffon cocktail dress. When Axel had

phoned her unexpectedly that afternoon to meet him at the corner

of Fifth and Eighth, she had expected to be taken to the opening

of a new art show or a party, not shadowing some poor girl up and

down the streets of Greenwich Village.

   “Damn you, Borman!” she snapped, using his last name to

indicate her exasperation, although she could hardly keep from

laughing at the picture he made … the distinguished Wall Street

broker staring earnestly down at the beads and sandals and other

assorted junk in the window. “Damn you!” she repeated when he

didn’t even bother to look at her. “If you don’t tell me why

we’re following that poor girl, I’m going home right now.”

   “How’d you like to suck her pussy?” he shot back at her in a

low voice gangster-style out of the side of his mouth.

   “Oh, is that what I’m gonna do?” Nina retorted sarcastically,

feeling nevertheless a little apple of excitement in her tummy.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Why don’t we just take her home

with us so I can get down to business?”

   “Shhhhh,” Borman warned her. The brunette was coming out of

the door of the brownstone and behind her an enormously fat woman

with her peroxided hair up in curlers and her face beet-red with

fury was screaming.

   “Whore! Harlot! You’re all whores and harlots. Out! Out

of my house before God strikes you down as he surely will. Out!

Out! Out!”

   The young brunette half-ran, half-stumbled, down the steps

with tears streaming down her frightened face and hurried off with

Nina and Borman in pursuit.

   “Did you set that up, you bastard?” Nina asked when they had

slowed down again. The brunette had stopped and was fumbling in

the large rectangular leather pocketbook which she was carrying

suspended from her shoulder by a strap. She drew out a

handkerchief and began dabbing at her eyes.

   “Nope,” Borman replied. “But it won’t hurt. Soften her up a

little more …”

   Just then Nina felt someone jostle past her and caught just a

glimpse of a long-haired, beetle-browed man who darted between the

intervening passersby, ripped the purse from the brunette’s

shoulder and took off at a dead run down the crowded block.

   “Stop, thief! Stop, thief!” Shouting loudly and brandishing

his cane like a character in an old-fashioned melodrama, Borman

surged after the running figure and a second later both of them

disappeared around a corner. A few people turned to stare

curiously in the direction of the brunette who was standing there

with an expression of bewildered consternation on her face, but no

one went up to her to comfort her, just as no one had raised a

finger to stop the thief.

   About par for Fun City, Nina thought angrily to herself. She

suspected at once that her husband was behind the purse-snatching

episode and was sure that it was just a gambit in whatever crazy

scheme he had cooked up, but the indifference of all the other

people to the robbery in broad daylight really got to her.

Impulsively … and knowing at the same time that it was probably

exactly what Axel would want her to do … she went up to the

distraught girl and put her arm around her.

   “Don’t worry, honey,” she said sympathetically. “My husband

will get your purse back for you.”

   “It – it had everything in it,” the brunette sobbed brokenly.

“All my money, my driving license …” She caught hold of herself

and looked gratefully at the slim elegant blonde stranger who had

taken pity on her. “God, it even had the key to the locker where

I checked my suitcase in it!” she suddenly remembered. “I won’t

be able to get my suitcase out.”

   “Don’t worry,” Nina comforted her again. “Here comes Axel

now … my husband. Oh … oh! I’m afraid he doesn’t have your

pocketbook though.” She nodded toward Axel who was barging toward

them through the crowd. He was panting like a winded bull, and

his heavy square-jawed face was all ruddy with his exertions.

   “Lost him, damn it all!” he growled thumping the tip of his

cane on the sidewalk. “Think anybody would try to stop him? They

just got in my way, that’s all. Stupid bastards!” Then suddenly

his grim expression vanished and his face split in a charming

smile. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said to the distressed

brunette. “Aren’t you Miss Wright from the realtor’s office in

Laketon, Maryland? I’m Axel Borman. Bought a farm there from Mr.

Chisolm last summer. Remember?”

   What a god-awful ham you are, Axel, Nina thought

affectionately as she watched this minor miracle unfold right in

front of her eyes on the sordid streets of Greenwich Village.

Recognition dawned in June Wright’s eyes and soon her hand was

tucked under Axel’s other arm as he towed both the women along

Fifth Avenue toward Washington Square Park.

   “We live just down the street,” he was saying to June. “I’m

afraid your purse is gone for good, but I’m sure I can get your

bag out of the locker without any trouble. You just come up to

the apartment and rest for a few minutes while I make a couple of

phone calls …””

*   *   *

“Wow, those few minutes had really stretched, June was

thinking a little woozily to herself about four hours later as she

sat cozily curled up in one corner of an enormous couch, warming

her second large snifter of after-dinner Brandy-and-Benedictine in

the palm of her hand. She was sitting in what was beyond doubt

the most lavish and tastefully decorated living room she had ever

seen. It was like something right out of the movies, only much

better. In fact, the whole evening had seemed enchanted and

unreal, right from the minute Mr. Borman had recognized her and

brought her here. Why, she was almost glad her pocketbook had

been stolen, even if there was over sixty dollars in it, just to

get a glimpse of the way Mr. Borman and his charming wife Nina

lived. The meal they had eaten, prepared by the Borman’s personal

French chef, was probably worth sixty dollars all by itself, she

figured. She had never tasted such delicious food, and every time

she looked out of the dining room window she felt as if she had

the whole city of New York at her feet.

   The Bormans lived in a duplex penthouse on top of one of the

few high-rise buildings in that area. Standing on the terrace

before dinner she had been able to look way down at the long rows

of shabby brownstone houses and dingy brick tenements like the

ones she had been looking for Tiffany in. After two cocktails she

had broken down and told Nina and Axel … it was hard for her to

call him Axel, he was so imposing, but he had insisted … anyway,

she had told them about Tiffany’s running away with Cliff. She’d

covered up the real story by saying they had eloped together …

And about the telegram and how when Cliff didn’t meet her at the

train as she had expected he would, she had gone to the address he

had given. God, she certainly would never forget that place. She

thought she had done a pretty good job of describing to Nina and

Axel how sinister and awful it had been with all these freaky

filthy people lying around in the most awful mess she’d ever seen.

Empty yogurt cups and rotting fruit and vegetables in all the

corners.

   She was certain everyone there was on drugs, and the only one

who had seemed to be in a halfway normal state had just laughed

when she asked about Tiffany. Nobody has a name here, baby, he

had said, and when she showed him the picture of her sister she

had brought along, he explained that the place was just what they

called a “crash pad.” People came and went every day and he’d

only been there a week himself.

   Then there was the policeman she had asked where the Missing

Persons Bureau was. He had snarled at her that Western Union was

always making mistakes and that she should check numbers 62 and 52

and 27 and so on before she bothered the Bureau. Why not 18th

street, too and 108th street, why not every building in the whole

city of ten million or whatever it was …?

   Axel had told her that he knew exactly how callous and

indifferent the police appeared to be. It was really because they

were overworked, he assured her, but he knew someone in City Hall

who would see that her sister’s case received the proper

attention. Meanwhile, since it had been too late to contact the

man he knew who could help about her suitcase, it had been decided

that she spend the night with them. After the hostility … the

downright inhumanity … of the city it had really been wonderful

to meet such warm hospitable people, and June’s protest that she

didn’t want to impose on them was pretty feeble.

   “Oh, pooh,” Nina laughed. “You’re not imposing at all. I’m

not as … uh … busty as you are but maybe you can squeeze into

one of my nighties. How about a little nightcap before we turn

in?” She leaned forward to take the decanter from the coffee

table and poured some more of the amber liquid into June’s glass

in spite of her protests.

   “I’m really not used to drinking so much,” she giggled a

little foolishly. “Cocktails before dinner, wine with dinner and

three liqueurs after dinner. Goodness, what would the people in

Laketon say?”

   “What the hell do people in Laketon drink, for chrissake?”

Axel growled suddenly in a surly overbearing voice from the deep

easy chair he was lying back in, puffing on an enormous cigar.

   June was really shocked and didn’t know what to reply. He

had been so charming and affable right up until that moment. What

had she done to offend him?

   “Ho-hum, I guess it’s time for beddy-bye. It’s been a long

day,” Nina said, rising to her feet with a meaningful glance at

June. “Bring your glass along, honey, and we’ll finish up our

nightcaps while I’m showing you your room and where everything

is.” She led the way from the living room with that supple

graceful walk that June had noticed earlier and admired so much.

Everything that Nina did was stylish and elegant, and next to her

June felt like a hulking country clod, although god knows the

slender blonde woman was the essence of warmth and friendliness

itself and certainly not in the least bit condescending.

   As she rose rather unsteadily, June said goodnight to Axel

who merely grumbled something curt and unintelligible and

continued to glower at the wall like a huge cross old bear.

   Goodness, he certainly was a moody man … She didn’t envy

Nina having to put up with such sudden outbreaks of bad humor if

they occurred often. It probably had something to do with the

difference in their ages because Nina couldn’t be more than thirty

while Borman must be close to fifty … her father’s age.

   To her mortification the voluptuous brunette found that she

was actually weaving as she followed her hostess down the hallway

to the guest bedroom. Such a thing had never happened to her in

her whole life before. It must be the wine, she decided. They

had drunk both white Bordeaux and red Burgundy, all imported from

France, and it had gone so well with the different courses that

she had drunk a great deal without realizing it.

   “I think you’ll be comfortable here,” Nina said, patting a

large double bed covered with a lovely satiny aquamarine

comforter. “Over there is your bath …” She pointed to a door

across the room. “And if you’ll just wait a second, I’ll see if I

can find a nightie that will fit you. You certainly have a

magnificent figure,” she smiled, looking June over with frank

admiration in her eyes.

   “Oh,” June protested, blushing at the compliment. “Don’t

bother. I can just sleep in my slip.” Then she blushed even

harder when she thought of how the last couple of months she had

been sleeping in the raw so that she could more quickly satisfy

her ever-demanding body. God, for the past four hours she hadn’t

even thought of … that … and now she could already feel the

blood beginning to race through her veins in anticipation of the

moment she would be alone in that wonderful big bed. No, dammit!

She wouldn’t touch herself tonight, she resolved. It would break

the spell of the whole day.

   Nina had been quietly watching the crimsoning face of her

beautiful raven-haired guest and speculating as to what thoughts

were passing through her mind to make her blush so furiously. The

excited tingling in the pit of her own tummy told her that she

would find out before too long. Axel had finally explained to her

the first part of his plan and intuitively she knew that he was

right. Her husband, as she had learned many years before, had an

unerring instinct about women like June Wright; he claimed she was

the type of woman who by nature is overwhelmingly sensual but who

for one reason or another has not yet been awakened to the full

hidden depths of her sexuality. Nina shivered with inward delight

at the thought of the role she had been assigned to play in June’s

awakening. Moments like these were the spice of life to her.

   “It’s no trouble at all,” Nina said, placing her snifter of

B-and-B on the bedside table as she left the room. “I’ll be right

back.”

   June was wandering around the spacious room admiring the

paintings on the walls … they were all abstract but in soothing

subdued colors that went perfectly with the rest of the decor …

when she heard Axel’s voice raised in a loud angry roar and the

sound of shattering glass followed by a heavy smack of flesh

against flesh. Seconds later Nina came running breathlessly into

the room, slammed the door behind her and locked it. One entire

side of her delicately featured face was blotchy red where Axel

had obviously slapped her with all his might.

   “That rotten bastard!” she gasped, panting like a hunted

animal as June instinctively ran to her and enfolded her slim

pliant figure comfortingly in her arms. She could feel the older

woman’s heart pounding rapidly against her breast and a tremor

rack her trembling body.

   “God, I’m so ashamed!” Nina choked out finally when she had

gotten herself under control. “I never dreamed he would do that

with a perfect stranger in the apartment. Not that you’re a

stranger,” she added quickly with a grateful glance at June. “I

feel as if I’ve known you all my life.”

   “Oh, Nina, come over here and sit down,” June begged almost

tearfully, leading her hostess over to the bed and still hugging

her tightly to her breast as though she were a frightened child.

“Why on earth did he strike you? Does he do it often?”

   “Oh no, only when he drinks too much sometimes,” Nina said

mournfully. “And when he’s been around some woman he knows he

can’t take to bed. He’s very much attracted to you, you know,

June.”

   “What!” The idea that a man as old as her father could

desire her physically shocked June to the roots of her being. “I

just can’t believe it.”

   “Well, it’s true,” Nina smiled ruefully. “I know all the

signs, believe me … June, I hate to ask you this on such short

acquaintance, but would you mind if I slept in here with you

tonight?” She slyly eyed her guest to see if there was any sign

of reluctance but there was none, so she went swiftly on. “By

tomorrow morning Axel will have slept it off, but if I go out

there now he might really work me over. I’ll be safe in here with

you. Come to think of it, you’ll be safer too if I’m in here with

you.”

   “Wh – what …?” June faltered, uncertain that she

understood. “You don’t really mean he would …?”

   “Break down the door and rape you?” Nina finished the

unspoken thought for her. “He might. He just might. He’s never

done anything like that up till now, but he seems to get crazier

and hornier each year instead of calming down like most men do

when they grow older. That bastard had a hard on for you as big

as a telephone pole all during dinner. I’m amazed you didn’t

notice it.”

   “Wh – what …!” June stammered again, hardly able to believe

her ears that the elegant sophisticated Mrs. Nina Borman would use

a coarse expression like “hard on”. She hadn’t heard that since

the girls used to whisper it in high school.

   “Oh, I’m sorry if I shocked you, honey,” Nina said

understandingly, placing her slender petite hand on June’s larger

one. “It’s just that when Axel hits me, it makes me feel degraded

like a … like a whore. And then for some reason I want to

degrade myself even more and talk like a whore. Say things like –

cock, fuck, ass, cunt … Damn him anyway!” She grabbed up her

snifter and downed what was left in the glass in one gulp.

“Sometimes I wonder why I stay with him.”

   June gazed at the abused wife with her heart full of

compassion. She very clearly understood Nina’s compulsive need

for self-degradation … self-debasement. God, who could

understand it better than she could? She had been involuntarily

debased by the vile spectacle she had witnessed on the porch that

afternoon, and for months afterward had continued to defile

herself, plunging headlong into an apparently bottomless pit of

lonely self-debauch. She picked up her own glass and slowly

drained it. She felt completely sober. The fright she had

experienced seemed to have cleared her head.

   “Fuck! Shit! Piss! Cunt! Cock! Cocksucker!” Nina spat

out the lewd words again, balling up her little hands into fists

and jabbing out at an imaginary target. “That’s all I am, a

cocksucker. My husband’s private little cocksucker. Rub my back

for me, will you, honey,” she begged plaintively, stretching out

suddenly on the bed. “It’s the only thing in the whole world that

calms me down. My nerves feet like they’re going to jump right

out of my skin!”

   Aghast at the stream of filth spouting from the married

woman’s lovely mouth, June dazedly began to stroke her back

through the sheer silk material of her cocktail dress. Nina’s

head was resting in the crook of her arm so that her exquisitely

sculptured face was turned toward June in semi-profile. Was it

possible, June wondered, that those delicate cherry red lips which

looked so innocent and pure had actually been forced to close

around the loathsome penis of that hulking brute out there in the

living room? Probably … She was beginning to believe that Axel

was capable of anything. She knew from her readings in abnormal

psychology that people did indulge in such disgusting practices,

and hadn’t Cliff said that her own sister …

   June suppressed a sudden urge to retch but oddly enough she

felt no repulsion for Nina, only sadness that the older woman had

the misfortune to be married to a sadistic animal like Axel

Borman. Her hand slowed in its smooth stroking and she gently

massaged the nape of her hostess’ neck, feeling the soft warm

flesh through the curling tendrils of short blonde hair there.

   “Oh, that feels good, your hand on my skin,” Nina purred

contentedly. “Let me take off my dress.” She jumped quickly off

the bed, unzipped her dress and let it puddle to the floor, then

unhooked her brassiere and tossed it carelessly on top of the

dress. June modestly turned away her eyes but not before she had

a glimpse of Nina’s small but beautifully shaped breasts which

stood out in pearl-white perfection against the tan remaining on

the rest of her body. They were capped by little red berrylike

nipples that jutted out so enticingly.

   June blushed and guiltily swallowed the saliva which

automatically filled her mouth at the sight of those dainty

nipples. God, she wasn’t going to turn out to have lesbian

tendencies too, was she, in addition to being a voyeur? She shook

her heavy black mane of hair impatiently to reject the absurd

notion, but something dim and shadowy was stirring deep inside

her, something vaguely threatening to her already much diminished

self-esteem.

   Clad now only in the wispiest of panties, Nina climbed back

onto the bed and stretched out luxuriously like a contented kitten

for June to continue to rub her back. She felt the nervousness in

the first touches of the timid girl’s hands on her naked back and

smiled secretly to herself. She hadn’t missed the look of

confusion on June’s face and that second vivid blush when she

dropped her brassiere. This was going to be easier than she had

expected. She wouldn’t even have to use the series of Climax

Illustrated pictures that she had hidden in the dresser before

dinner just in case. The pictures showed two ravishing

Scandinavian girls fondling and sucking each other’s breasts, then

tonguing each other’s clitorises in the sixty-nine position.

   No, Nina was sure it wouldn’t be necessary to bring them out.

This was going to be a straight seduction scene with no artificial

props, and she intended to enjoy it to the hilt. Of course,

nothing could replace a man’s long thick hard cock which she loved

in any part of her body but if anything could, it was a beautiful,

almost virginal and potentially passionate young woman like June.

A little sixty-nine just between girls would be a nice prelude to

whatever Axel had planned for later on. He hadn’t taken her that

far into his confidence, but the slap he’d given her to set the

stage for this scene had been too goddamn realistic. The horny

bastard didn’t know his own strength.

   “Hmmmmmmmmm, that feels so-oooooo good,” she purred as June’s

hands resumed their gentle stroking. “You have wonderful hands.

I can feel the electricity coming out of them … the vibrations

or whatever it is. You could be a healer.” She lay there quietly

until the massage had turned into a series of long languorous

caresses which set a liquid warmth filtering sweetly through her

relaxed body. Then she began to almost imperceptibly undulate her

hips against the comforter, pressing her warmly throbbing vaginal

mound down on the bed when June’s hands traveled up her back to

her shoulders, then raising her softened, slightly splayed

buttocks to meet them when they descended again. She could

definitely feel a tingling current of mounting desire flowing

through those feathery fingertips which were dallying now near the

base of her spine and expected them any minute to float down

between her thighs into the wetly waiting valley of her cunt and

finally home in on her pulsing clitoris which was emitting signals

of anguished yearning at the rate of about ten thousand per second

… But when she accentuated the rotating movement of her hips

and spread her legs farther apart in frank invitation, the hands

were abruptly withdrawn.

   Nina rolled over on her side and looked up at June with

intensely glittering dark blue eyes. “God, June, you’re magic!”

she exclaimed. You almost made me cum just by rubbing my back.

Why did you stop?”

   “Wh – what …?” June faltered bewilderedly, biting her lower

lip and fighting to hold back tears of chagrin. The prolonged

soothing contact of her hands with the soft silken skin of Nina’s

back had started butterflies of dreamy forbidden delight

fluttering in her stomach, and the aroused young brunette had

caught herself hungering to touch the rounded moons of the blonde

woman’s buttocks which were so provocatively revealed by her

flimsy panties. But had her elegant and distinguished hostess

really said that about cumming? Had she really expected June to

touch her … there … when she parted her legs. It just

couldn’t be, June remonstrated feebly with herself, she must be

imagining things. All the alcohol she had drunk was clouding her

judgment, and her reeling brain could no longer distinguish

between the real world outside and the murky nocturnal imaginary

region of sensuality which she seemed to inhabit more and more

these days. “What … what did you say,” she replied.

   “I said you’re pure magic!” Nina repeated brazenly without

the slightest hesitation. “You almost made me cum without even

touching my cunt.”

   June stared speechlessly down at the blonde woman’s passion-

lit face. Such a lack of restraint between two virtual strangers

was inadmissible, and she groped vainly for some phrase that would

bring their relationship back to normal. At the same time it

seemed to her that in some weird way she and Nina were linked

telepathically, almost turning into one person. She knew that the

other woman’s clitoris was clamoring for her caresses because her

own was swollen in throbbing sympathetic response, and she could

feel the warm moistness increasing up between her tightly clenched

thighs. In spite of her will, her wetly dilating vagina was

opening like a flower unfolding its petals in response to Nina’s

unspoken pleas. It was like being in a dream or trance.

   “God, I can’t stand it!” Nina moaned feverishly. “All I can

think about is cumming, I’m so hot.” With one swift motion she

doubled back her slim shapely legs and peeled off her panties,

flinging them halfway across the room in her haste. “Touch me,

June,” she begged, impetuously grabbing the younger woman’s limp

hand and pulling it toward her belly where the moist pink flesh of

her vaginal lips glistened invitingly through a diaphanous veil of

sparse golden curls.

   June jerked her hand back as if it had been scorched by fire,

still more flabbergasted by this flagrant flaunting of lewd

unnatural desire … But she was unable to tear her eyes from

Nina’s soft pubic “vee” with its succulent pink flesh.

   “Oh God, I hate having to do it to myself; it’s always so

much better when someone else does it,” Nina wailed. “But I’m

going crazy!” She reached down between her out-splayed legs which

were slightly bent to allow her hand better access to her hair-

lined cuntal slit and began to feverishly stroke and tease her

erect little clitoris which glittered like a jewel in its moistly

steaming furrow. The slick flesh grew inflamed with excitement,

and her breath came faster and faster as she shamelessly finger-

fucked herself in front of the startled young girl. Her elegant

blonde head strained against June’s skirt-clad thigh and a low

groan burst through her clenched teeth.

   “Stop it!” June cried out, horrified to find herself watching

this licentious spectacle with the same fascination and prurient

tingling in her loins that she had experienced the afternoon she

stood transfixed in the parlor, watching Cliff and Tiffany make

love for what seemed an eternity. Watching, she thought

despairingly to herself … It was true! Watching sex brought

her to pitches of excitement she never experienced while actually

having it. She was doomed … sick, twisted, perverted. “Stop

it!” she hoarsely blurted out again, barely able to restrain

herself from plunging her hand down into the seething caldron

between her own legs. “It’s wrong!”

   “Wrong!” Nina snorted, without stopping her self-

ministrations. “What’s wrong about satisfying a normal need.

God, after these scenes with Axel I have to have some kind of

release. Sometimes I lie in here half the night playing with

myself … dreaming about great big beautiful cocks all shapes and

colors and sizes … making myself cum three or four times. And I

jam things up my cunt, anything I can lay my hands on, candles,

hairbrushes. God, June, don’t you ever do it to yourself? Are

you lucky enough to have someone who keeps you content and

sexually satisfied all the time?”

   June was too distraught to utter the lie which she

instinctively knew was her last chance to put an end to these

unhealthy confidences and turn back the dark tide of lesbianic

sensuality that was engulfing them both. What Nina had said

evoked too many echoes and resonances in her own mind … And

then there were the words she had unthinkingly used. Stop it!

It’s wrong! The very same words she had used the night so long

ago when she had awakened to see her little sister masturbating

frantically right in the bed beside her. But suppose the

wrongness came from her own mental state, her sick morbid desire

to watch? Even that first time with her sister? How long had she

watched before she stopped the little girl?

   “Damn you, you’re not being honest with yourself!” Nina

struck out suddenly, sensing victory in her young companion’s

hesitancy and doleful expression. Withdrawing her hand from

between her legs, she sat up beside June with feigned anger. “You

should see yourself. You want it as badly as I do but you won’t

admit it. Look at your nipples, they’re hard as rocks!” Her two

hands streaked out and pinched the swollen nubs through the thin

blouse and slip with built-in brassiere that June was wearing.

The brunette gasped sharply at the unexpected jolt of pleasure-

pain which flashed instantly through every nerve-end in her

quivering young body and fell helplessly back on the bed when Nina

pushed her. Her mind was so confused with alcohol and nagging

self-doubt that she was unable to protest when the other woman

began to gently fondle and caress her firmly ripened breasts,

leaving perfumed traces of her cuntal juices on the crisp white

cloth that covered them. Gloating to herself at how easy it had

been, Nina slowly unbuttoned the innocent dark-haired girl’s

blouse.

   “Sit up, June!” she whispered urgently, and June sat up

automatically as if in a hypnotic trance, watching unresistingly

with glazed eyes while Nina slipped off her blouse, then pulled

down the shoulder straps of her slip so that her proudly quivering

breasts sprang free with their ruby red nipples jutting temptingly

from large pinkish coronas.

   “God, your tits are so beautiful!” Nina murmured with sincere

admiration, pushing June gently down on the bed and lowering her

lips to kiss first one soft warm mound of tasty flesh, then the

other, before beginning to hungrily suck the left one over its

thudding heart. Almost at once she felt June’s hands rise and

tangle themselves in her hair, pulling her mouth down harder

against the softly resilient mound. Axel had been right again,

the hedonistic woman mused to herself. Brother, had he ever been

right! He’d discovered a real prize this time. Ever so lightly

she let her fingers drift down over June’s flat belly toward the

dark “vee” of lustrous black curls up between her rounded thighs,

just grazing the satiny skin with the tips of her sharp lacquered

nails.

   June shuddered and almost wept with the tensions that were

tearing her mind apart as she fought vainly to stem the dreamy

blissful flow of voluptuous sensation that the suction of Nina’s

soft mouth and swirling tongue were drawing up from the well of

her desire. Everything was so mixed up! Her sense of time was

blurring. In her mind’s eye she again saw her slim elegant blonde

hostess panting hoarsely with her legs obscenely splayed and bent

as she feverishly manipulated her own clitoris … Then Nina

seemed to turn into Tiffany … twelve year old Tiffany doing

exactly the same thing in exactly the same position. This image

was replaced by the other of Tiffany pinioned under Cliff’s

nakedly sweating body in the bright sunlight on the back porch.

   As if in another world she felt Nina’s slender hand insinuate

itself between her tightly clenched thighs and begin to worm its

way up toward her passionately throbbing vaginal slit. Now she

saw Cliff’s thick rigid penis pressing against the tiny hairless

ring of Tiffany’s anus.

   God, why hadn’t she been born blind! She wouldn’t be in this

impossible situation if she hadn’t seen all those filthy things

which her treacherous memory kept flashing onto the screen of her

imagination just when she needed all her strength to resist lewd

temptation that was rapidly undermining her will. Already her

traitorous flesh was beginning to respond with tiny jerks and

spasms as Nina’s hand worked its way closer and closer to her

wildly pulsing clitoris. What difference does it make if it’s my

finger or someone else’s who caresses me down there, an insidious

voice seemed to be whispering in her ear. If masturbation was a

sin as she had been brought up to believe, then wasn’t it better

to at least share the guilt? Wasn’t it better to do it with

someone warm and kind like Nina rather than all by herself in a

lonely bed with all sorts of cold alien objects like candles, even

her father’s cane? She shuddered with horror at the memory of

that awful night of self-humiliation, and immediately the shudder

was transformed into a racking tremor of delight as Nina’s

searching middle finger slid under the elastic leg band of her

passion-soaked panties and probed unerringly between her wetly

quivering pussy lips toward the erect little organ which alone

held the power of release from this torment of excruciating

desire.

   “Ooooohhhhhhh …” June gave a little moan of surrender,

relaxing her thighs and voluntarily spreading her legs when the

longed-for contact was finally made. Nina began to subtly tease

the bursting little bud, seeming to sense in advance every gust

and flurry of sensation fanning out from the magic source and

skillfully varying the tempo of her fingerings to extract the

utmost pleasure from each pulsing instant. Raising her head from

June’s heaving breast, she gazed down with luridly sparkling eyes

at the brunette’s lovely young face now flushed and contorted with

unsatiated passion.

   “You like that, don’t you, June?” she hissed triumphantly.

“You like me fingering your hot little clit. You like my hand in

your sweet juicy cunt, don’t you? It’s better than doing it by

yourself, isn’t it?”

   “Y – esssssss. Oh God … yes!” June whimpered helplessly.

“But it’s wrong. We’re two women …”

   “Pleasure isn’t wrong!” Nina retorted thickly. “And only a

woman can give this kind of pleasure because only a woman can know

exactly what you’re feeling. I’ll bet no man has ever done this

to you as good as I’m doing it now. Has he?”

   “No,” June admitted weakly, remembering Cliff’s crude

blundering attempt to arouse her there before she let him make

love to her.

   “Let me take off your skirt and panties,” Nina urged

wickedly. “So we’ll both be naked.” When, after a moment’s

hesitation, June docilely raised her buttocks from the bed, the

older woman quickly pulled off the obstructing panties and rumpled

skirt, feasting her eyes greedily on the voluptuous naked body

beneath her. With a gluttonous little smack of her lips she sank

her lissome body down on top of June, the small white cones of her

breasts pressing nipple to nipple into the larger fuller ones of

the young girl. She forced her left hand down between their

entangled golden and jet-black pussy hairs so that with her thumb

she could titillate her own clitoris while her agile fingers

swarmed into June’s wetly heated cunt … exploring … teasing

… suddenly dipping into the spastically contracting vaginal

canal. With her right hand she pulled the brunette’s heavy-maned

head toward her and began passionately kissing the smooth satiny

skin of her neck and cheeks.

   June gasped and gave a low moan when she felt Nina’s

knowledgeable fingers penetrate her vagina, then pull out with a

lewd sucking sound, and pump back in again with blissful

flickering pressures against the sensitive membranes of her inner

cunt. Her responsive hips writhed with slavish abandonment and

squirmed upward to capture more of the miraculously fucking hand.

God, big as his penis was, nothing Cliff had done to her had ever

felt like this. Her hands flew down to dig into the soft warm

moons of Nina’s ass-cheeks and pull them apart. Her right hand

crept down the crevice between them, delayed at the tiny puckered

hole of the anus by the memory of Tiffany’s obscene command to

Cliff … Stick your finger up my ass … before traveling on to

the moist hair-lined lips of the seductive woman’s hot little cunt

where their fingers briefly met, seeking each other’s pleasure.

They were joined in a perfect circle of eroticism.

   When Nina suddenly kissed her full on the mouth, probing with

her tongue between her desire-softened lips for entry into the

sweet cavern, June found the strength to resist again momentarily,

feeling somehow that the French kiss would seal some kind of weird

unnatural love pact between them that went beyond the ecstatic

sucking of her breasts and fondling of her genitals … but again

she surrendered, feeling a new surge of delight as Nina’s supple

tongue slipped into her mouth and swirled around her own. She

began to hungrily suck the darting wet organ, eagerly swallowing

her partner’s sweet saliva as their two bodies fused together in a

long mind-darkening soul kiss. God, she had never enjoyed a kiss

so much, and every square inch of the surface of her naked young

body was vibrantly aware of the lithe pleasure-giving creature on

top of her.

   After long minutes Nina finally raised her head and looked

with passion-clouded eyes down at June’s lovely face. “Sometimes

I wish I had a cock,” she murmured intensely. “A big hard cock to

fuck way up inside your sweet little pussy, June honey … but I’m

going to do the next best thing. I’m going to make you cum like

you’ve never cum before!”

   “Oh yes … yes,” June painted, gazing with trusting wonder

up at the delicate oval of her companion’s face. “I want you to,

Nina, I want you to … make me cum!” The shamelessness of her

own frank demand sent the blood racing through her eager body, and

her head spun with a sense of new found freedom. God, at last she

was going to cum with somebody else, with a sweet warm-blooded

loving woman. It was so wonderful! Time had stopped for her with

that long rapturous soul kiss and nothing mattered now except the

fingers so skillfully drawing surge after surge of magic will-o-

the-wisp fire up from the depth of her love-starved loins. She

closed her eyes and abandoned herself completely.

   “I’m going to suck your sweet little clit!” Nina whispered

lewdly in her ear, tenderly nipping its fleshy lobe and spiraling

her pointed tongue into the narrow canal.

   June’s eyes flew open. “Oh no, please!” she pleaded,

twisting her head away from the new weird feeling of the wet

tongue revolving in her ear. “Just with your fingers, Nina.

Please just do it to me with your fingers.” The whole idea of

mouth-to-genitals sex had profoundly disgusted her when she had

read about it, and when Cliff had hinted about doing it she had

let him know in no uncertain terms that there would never be any

of that sort of thing between them … But now she had already

let Nina go so far and her whole body felt like it was on fire,

her breasts, her mouth, her vagina. She didn’t know whether she

would have the will to resist. “Please …” she begged again

faintly.

   “Well, you can do it to me with your fingers if you’re that

selfish,” Nina retorted. “But I want to feel your little clit

throbbing like a heart in my mouth when I suck it, June honey, and

taste your beautiful cunt juices when you cum!” With one supple

motion she swung off June’s body and reversed her position on the

bed so that her face was hovering directly over June’s wetly

quivering pussy and her own burning cunt was pressed against the

reluctant girl’s shoulder. She began to plant hot lingering

kisses on the naked flesh of June’s tummy and hips and thighs

which were squeezed together again in a last effort of denial. It

shouldn’t take long to open them, Nina mused to herself, as with

the pink tip of her tongue she traced a wet trail around the

warmly perfumed flesh beneath her, tantalizingly skirting the rich

black triangle of pubic curls which shadowed the lust-swollen

upper cunt lips. Intuitively she had guessed that June was almost

completely inexperienced sexually … Maybe she had never been

brought to orgasm by another person before. God, that would

almost be like having a virgin!

   The thought excited Nina so much she could no longer prolong

her teasing foreplay. With a little moan of passion she sank the

fingers of both hands into the soft black “vee” of curls and

pulled apart the moistly throbbing cuntal lips, exposing the moist

pink flesh at the top of June’s pussy.

   Immediately she began to lick it with strong lusty strokes,

burrowing her quivering wet tongue down the steaming slit until

she reached the pulsing little clitoral bud. An answering moan of

yearning broke from deep in June’s throat, and her legs jerked

spastically apart, opening the whole wide valley of her succulent

young cunt to Nina’s voraciously sucking mouth and darting tongue.

The blonde woman passed her hands under June’s smooth rounded

buttocks and gradually tugged her onto her side so that they were

pressed breast to tummy against each other. Then she plunged her

golden head into the dark exhilarating wilderness of the innocent

young brunette’s genitals, closing her eyes and giving herself up

completely to the delightful task of stimulus and gratification.

Alternately she sucked the swollen little clitoris, then swirled

her tongue up into the slick velvety entrance of the eagerly

dilating vagina. She could sense the storm brewing up there in

the other woman’s secret spaces, the gathering flood of misty

juices and the titanic upheaval soon to come. Feeling June’s

heated, uneven breath on her pubic mound, she raised her leg and

waited with a delicious longing for the first timid closing of

hungry lips around her clitoris. She was sure she wouldn’t have

long to wait.

   When Nina raised her leg and exposed her moistly glistening

vaginal flesh in all its blushing splendor less than six inches

from her face, June felt a momentary wave of revulsion wash over

her, but also a strong undertow of morbid fascination. Ever since

she could remember she had always considered sexual organs to be

ugly … a necessary evil. In the past couple of months she had

studied her own in mirrors, and in the bitter remorseful

aftermaths of her lonely orgies had found them downright

repulsive. But now the more closely she examined the intricate

pink petal lips and slickly gleaming coral flesh of Nina’s cuntal

slit – with its erectile pulsating clitoris and the sweet little

mouth of the vagina which seemed almost to be gasping for breath,

its contractions were so rapid – the more beautiful it seemed, and

the more she felt an urgent impulse to bury her head there and

smear her face with the rich juices whose heady aroma was making

her mind reel … But God … oh God she couldn’t! She just

couldn’t let herself be drawn into that sinful act!

   Dazedly, as she sank deeper and deeper into the whirlpool of

sensual abandon created by Nina’s relentlessly sucking mouth, June

raised her head and looked down at the other woman’s face

obscenely buried between her legs and the mass of golden hair that

fanned out over her thigh and tangled in with her black pubic

hairs. The sheer lewd wantonness of the sight sent a jolt of re-

doubled desire through her anguished nerve-ends, and she watched

the nuzzling blonde head as if bewitched in a lecherous spell,

feeling herself sucked deeper and deeper into the spinning vortex

of forbidden pleasure with each new pressure of Nina’s velvet wet

mouth and tongue. Finally she could stand it no longer. With a

low animal-like moan she lay back down, and pulled Nina’s hotly

trembling pussy down against her face, mouthing the juicy fuming

furrow almost savagely in her final surrender. God, it tasted so

delicious!

   “Ooooohhhhh!” Nina cried in a muffled voice. “Oh God, June,

it feels so wonderful. Oooohhhhhh – that’s it! Lick me. There!

Oh yes … oh … oh … faster! Faster!”

   June locked her arms around her female ravisher’s hips and

sucked ardently, teasing the older woman’s quaking little clitoris

just as Nina was doing to her own, drinking in her pungent cuntal

juices with a desperate thirst acquired over the long lonely

years. God, she was actually doing it! She was almost smothering

in that valley of squirming pink flesh as she strove to spear her

eager tongue farther up into Nina’s honeyed vagina, swabbing it

around the smooth elastic walls … Almost smothering and loving

it, glorying in it! She was down at the very pit bottom of the

vortex now, spinning with such dizzying speed her mind darkened

and the walls of the room seemed to fly away. All sense of space

vanished, and the dark deliciously churning crevice of Nina’s

pussy was all that was left. And then … miraculously … she

felt herself cumming …

   Desperately she seized Nina’s engorged clitoris in her mouth

and teeth, nipping it and flipping it wildly with her tongue in

her efforts to bring the blonde woman to the same blinding climax

that was boiling up inside her own shamelessly aroused body. Nina

responded with a savage mewl and ground her lathered pussy

fiercely down against June’s bruised lips in frantic pursuit of

the longed-for release. The two women thrashed together in mad

unison on the shaking bed for what was the longest moment in

June’s life.

   “Aaaaiiiieeee, I’m cumming. I … I … I’m cummmmiiinnggg!”

   A barbaric wail broke from her throat and she was gone …

tumbled head over heels in the turbulent sea of her orgasm,

buffeted violently this way and that by the deep convulsive

currents of rapture that flooded her body and mind.

   “Ooooohhhhhhh, so … wonder … ful!” Seconds later she

gasped in gratitude as she heard Nina’s agonized groan above her

and felt her friend’s orgasm explode against her face. Nina’s

pelvis began a wild grinding down against her mouth and abruptly

there came a heated flood of cum which she hungrily swallowed,

continuing to lick and lave the other woman’s wetly convulsing

cunt just as Nina was doing to her until the last spasmodic little

twitch dwindled into luxurious post-climactic calm. They lay

there limp and satisfied, their faces cradled between each other’s

sheltering thighs, feeling a sweet lassitude of satisfaction …

   “What the hell’s going on in there!” Axel Borman’s angry

voice bawled at them through the locked door. He rattled the knob

furiously and began to thump loudly on the upper panel. “Open up!

Open up, goddamnit!” he bellowed.

   Nina and June jackknifed to sitting positions, clutching each

other in terror. “Shhhhh,” Nina whispered. “Maybe he’ll go away.

But for godsake if he breaks in, don’t resist him. I’ll try to

keep him away from you, June honey, just don’t leave me alone with

him when he’s like this …””

Chapter 5

“When he heard Nina slam the door of the guest bedroom and

lock it after he slapped her, Axel poured himself a hefty shot of

bourbon neat in a highball glass and selected a fresh cigar.

There was a sardonic glint in his flinty grey eyes under their

grizzled brows and the barest shadow of a cruel smile on his hard

sensual mouth. In a way this was the moment he savored most. He

had just given the wheel of fate a random spin … and now to see

what would happen.

   One thing he was ready to stake his last dollar on – Nina was

going to enjoy herself breaking in this big timid black-haired

broad from Maryland – and he certainly didn’t begrudge her that.

It turned him on to see her make it with another woman from time

to time, and the act only made her all the more itchy for him.

Unfortunately the scenario didn’t call for him to watch them

sucking each other’s hot little pussies this time but what the

hell, he shrugged philosophically, you can’t have everything.

   As he lit his cigar, he made himself a mental bet that he

would hear a symphony of lewdly unmistakable moans and wails from

the guest bedroom before he had smoked it to the end. Then he

picked up the phone and called his friend Jock Richmond who lived

in an elegant renovated townhouse on a quiet tree-lined street in

the East Seventies.

   “How’d it go?” he asked when Jock came on the line against a

background of party chatter and clinking glasses.

   “No sweat,” Jock drawled casually. “In fact, it was a gas.

If I ever go broke, I think I can make a good living snatching

purses.”

   “You won’t go broke,” Axel grunted. “What was in the bag?”

   “Nothing important,” Jock replied. “Sixty odd dollars,

driver’s license, the telegram, locker key, lipstick, hairpins -”

   “What did the telegram say?” Axel asked.

   “Tiffany in terrible trouble. Need your help desperately.

And the address.” Jock answered promptly. “Just what you told

Gallagher. Signed Cliff, of course.”

   “Good,” Axel said adding drily. “We can call them Cliff and

Tiff. A cute couple.”

   “Yeah,” Jock agreed. “And I picked up the suitcase at the

station. This girl certainly doesn’t go in for wild lace panties

or anything like that. Stella said she had never seen such a prim

and proper assortment of clothes. Not to say downright drab. You

sure we got the right bird, Axel? There weren’t even any

cosmetics in the suitcase, except a deodorant.”

   “Vaginal?” Axel inquired blandly.

   “No, not vaginal, dammit,” Jock snorted. “What are you, a

dirty old man or something?”

   Axel ignored his friend’s gibe. “We’ve got the right bird,

all right, Jock,” he assured him. “I’ll lay you five to one.

She’s been well-wined and dined and she’s in the guest bedroom

right now with Nina.”

   “No bet,” Jock declined hastily. “Not if Nina’s working on

her. By the way, how’d I look in that wig this afternoon?”

   “You should wear it always,” Axel grinned into the phone

sarcastically. “Now about tomorrow … You straight on what to

do?”

   “Yeah. First I show up with her suitcase around ten in the

morning. I’ll be dressed like sort of a seedy messenger boy.

Once I’m in the apartment, I show her the horrible dirty pictures

of her little sister being forced to do those horrible dirty

things. Then I explain to her what she has to do to get her

sister out of this awful mess she’s in. Then, as my personal

reward for this service, I get to fuck her up the ass. Right?”

   “Right,” Axel confirmed. “Then you drive her to the studio.

Make it realistic. Have her lie down on the floor in the back of

the car and cover her up with a blanket. She’s not supposed to

know where you’re taking her.”

   “Roger,” Jock chuckled. “There’s just one question. Suppose

she wants to suck me off instead of getting fucked up the ass?”

   “Weeeeelll …” Axel reflected aloud. “I don’t think she

will … but fuck her up the ass anyhow. That’s important.”

   “Okay, Director. You’re the boss,” Jock laughed. “See you

tomorrow.”

   “Goodnight.” Axel put down the receiver with an amused grin.

Jock was a good man, he mused, swirling the rest of his bourbon in

the bottom of his glass before downing it. He looked at his cigar

– it was about a third of the way down – and cocked an ear toward

the guest bedroom. Nothing yet. Patience, he told himself as he

poured out another shot of whiskey, the night is young. Then he

bent down to unlace his shoes and leisurely undressed. He

believed in being prepared. As he slipped off his underpants, his

thick heavy cock lurched up off the huge sac of his balls in a

ponderous arc, already half-erect in anticipation of what was to

come. Patience …”

*   *   *

““What the hell’s going on in there!” Axel loudly rattled the

knob of the locked door, grinning malevolently to himself and

trying to picture the scene inside the bedroom … His blonde

wife and the innocent young brunette all nakedly tangled up

together on the bed, gasping for breath, their faces all wet with

each other’s cum juices … He had been standing outside for a

good five minutes listening to the mounting chorus of sighs and

mewls of pleasure which finally culminated in June’s long drawn-

out banshee-like howl of ecstasy and Nina’s heart-felt moan of

release. Christ, they sounded like a couple of wild animals in

there, and his pounding lust-gorged cock which swung out in front

of his heavily muscled body like the boom of a ship was bobbing

impatiently up and down, semaphoring anguished messages of protest

at the delay up to his brain.

   “Open up! Open up, goddammit!” Axel bellowed in a last

warning. When there was no answer as he had known there wouldn’t

be, he drew back a pace and poised himself for a lunge at the

door. There was going to be one hell of a carpenter’s bill for

the night’s work but, shit, the added dramatic effect was worth

it, he told himself. He hurled his body forward and there was a

loud splintering crash as his boulder-like shoulder struck the

solid door panel, tearing the lock from the stanchion. The door

banged open against the wall, and he stood there stark naked with

his mammoth cock in wrathful erection, looking with his grizzled

hair and bushy brows like a vengeful god from Greek Mythology,

ready to hurl a thunderbolt at the objects of his displeasure.

Nina and June, both stark ass naked, sitting up in the middle of

the bed and clutching each other in their arms, were frozen in a

tableau of pure terror.

   “Ah ha!” Axel roared, pointing an accusing finger at June.

“So that’s how it is! Innocent fun and games! I bring you into

my house and try to help you, and you thank me by seducing my

wife! You fucking lesbian! You don’t like men, eh? Well, we’ll

see about that! We’ll see how you like having this big fellow

rammed up your tight little lady-loving cunt!” Lewdly stroking

the thick foreskin back and forth on his massive shaft of flesh he

strode toward the bed where the two women cowered together at his

approach.

   Jesus, Nina was thinking as she gripped the voluptuous naked

body of the genuinely terrified June tightly in her arms. Jesus,

Axel, you crazy ham, take it easy before I break out laughing and

ruin the whole show … “Axel!” she cried out piteously to her

towering husband. “Don’t touch her. It was my fault, really it

was. I got carried away.”

   “I don’t believe it,” Axel growled, raking June’s lushly

ripened curves with rapacious blood-flecked eyes. “Since when did

you start to like pussy better than cock?”

   “But darling, I don’t. You know I don’t,” Nina protested

vehemently. “If anyone knows I don’t, you should,” she added,

disengaging herself from June and edging seductively toward her

husband. “It’s just that I had too much to drink, with dinner and

after … Come here, you great big wonderful cock. I’ll show you

what I love doing best in the world.” She stretched out her

slender arm and lovingly grasped the enormous girth of his

twitching penis in her little hand, tugging it gently in the

direction of her face. At the same time, as her back was now to

June, she gave Axel a malicious wink and formed the word HAM with

her lips before impudently sticking out the pink tip of her tongue

at him.

   “Yeah …” Axel questioned in a slightly mollified voice.

“You feel like sucking on something real after that little nubbin

you’ve been nibbling at?”

   “Oh, I do, baby, I really do!” Nina half-moaned. “I want to

taste that thick salty cock of yours in my mouth and feel it shoot

its hot cum down my throat! Come on, baby,” she urged, patting

the tumbled covers near the head of the bed. “Climb up here and

make yourself comfortable where I can get at you. I’ve had the

appetizers, and now I want the main course.”

   “Well …” Axel, allowed, still a little grumpily. “It might

be educational for our lesbian friend here. She might even want

to try sucking a little cock herself after she sees how much you

like it. Whaddaya say, June, dear?” he added sarcastically. “I

guess I can call you dear now that you’re practically a member of

the family.” He climbed up onto the bed, positioning his bull-

like shoulders comfortably against the headboard and spreading his

sinewy thighs to give Nina easy access to his massively rigid

member. It seemed to sprout like some angrily throbbing growth

from its dense mat of iron-grey pubic hairs and the pendulous sac

of sperm-heavy balls sagging beneath it.

   From the moment he had burst like a raging madman into the

room the fearful young brunette had been unable to tear her eyes

from the gleaming bulbous head of that immense penis. She was

hardly aware of the angry heavy-set man behind it or of the taunts

he was shouting at her. Her entire being was focused desperately

on that menacing dark-red protuberance as if somehow all the

lightning in the world had gathered there and would strike her

down if she made the slightest false move. As it bore down on her

across the room, she followed its course with a nightmarish sense

of helplessness. It kept coming closer and closer, but she was

powerless to move! And now it was on the bed beside her, with its

tiny little slit mouth in the end gaping wetly at her, and Nina

… dear sweet Nina … was crawling toward the monstrous thing as

if it was some kind of hideous pagan monolith to be worshipped and

adored.

   God, what was Nina saying? What was she going to do? Now

she was hunched down subserviently on all fours between Axel’s

hairy legs, and one of her little hands was reaching out to

tenderly cup those horribly swollen testicles while the other was

gently stroking the taut skin up and down the huge virilely

throbbing shaft. Never in her born days had June imagined that

the male sex organ could attain such awesome proportions. Axel’s

penis couldn’t be normal!

   I’ll keep him away from you … and … That’s all I am, my

husband’s private cocksucker … The phrases uttered like what

seemed light years ago flashed back into June’s mind and abruptly

she understood. Nina was sacrificing herself for her. To keep

her hateful brute of a husband away from June, she was going to do

something she loathed … something that just didn’t seem possible

anyhow … suck her husband’s thick menacing penis. June’s

stomach churned as she watched Nina’s sweet mouth approach the tip

of Axel’s mushrooming member, and she shuddered as she saw her

poor dear friend’s wet pink tongue dart out and lick away the tiny

drop of glistening semen that had welled up in the distended slit

at the end. Every instinct she had told the trembling girl to

leap off the bed and run away from this lascivious sight.

   She would never be able to bear seeing the sweet blonde woman

who had so generously befriended her and given her such rapturous

pleasure only a short while before be subjected to such a vile

perversion. But Nina had begged her not to leave her alone with

Axel, she remembered. She couldn’t run away and betray her friend

like that but, Oh God … she couldn’t bear to stay and watch

either.

   WATCH!

   June felt her skin crawl as she saw Nina’s tongue cease

licking the lust-swollen head of her husband’s long pulsating

penis and start laving a wet trail down the heavily-veined

underside of the still-burgeoning shaft right to its junction with

the almost hairless, crinkly-skinned scrotum which she was

kneading rhythmically in both her hands now. Nina gave sharp

little nips to the sperm canal as she worked her way up and down

it. God, she seemed to almost be enjoying her disgusting task,

but, of course, she had to pretend to love it or her hulking brute

of a husband would probably haul off and slap her again.

   “You better suck it now, Nina,” Axel leered knowingly. “June

just can’t wait any longer to see what it’s like to suck a nice

big juicy cock. She’s drooling at the mouth already.”

   June flushed deeply and her startled head flew up to find

Axel’s hard grey eyes fixed mockingly on her. She suddenly became

aware that she was breathing in short shallow pants and that she

was unconsciously kneading the soft flesh between her thighs in

time with the ministrations of Nina’s hands to Axel’s balls. A

tingling flush of embarrassment and humiliation spread over her

sensually tingling body as she stopped the movement of her hands

and turned her eyes away from Axel’s sardonic gaze. She tried to

concentrate on something else. Anything except the lewd rite

being performed almost under her nose.

   “Yeah,” Axel pursued shrewdly. “I think the prim and proper

Miss June Wright of Laketon, Maryland, is enjoying watching this.”

   God, he’s guessed! June thought wildly when she heard the

knowing words. But it wasn’t possible. It was just a coincidence

… and she wasn’t enjoying watching it. It was loathsome, vile,

revolting! Just the idea that she was sitting naked on the same

bed with this sadistic ogre was enough to make her die of

mortification. In spite of herself a loud slurping sound drew her

eyes back to the mobile tangle of flesh and hair between Axel’s

legs just in time to see Nina’s wetly ovalled lips slip off the

saliva-streaked cock-head and the rapid gulping movements of her

slender throat.

   God, June wondered bewilderedly to herself, had she already

done it? Had she already made Axel cum and now she was swallowing

his semen?

   But no, she saw at once that wasn’t the case. Nina took a

deep breath and pushed her tautly rounded lips back down on the

bulbous cock-head until her stretched upper lip slipped over the

bulging mushroomed tip that rose from the rock-hard shaft, and a

second later, the whole enormous cone was buried in her mouth.

The same honey-sweet butter-soft mouth that she herself had so

eagerly explored with her thrusting tongue just a little while

ago. How was it possible?

   As if bewitched, June watched the delicate mouth withdraw

again with the same obscene sucking slurp, then plunge down over

the head, this time swallowing up part of the thick white rod of

flesh. Over and over the movement was repeated and each time a

little more of the lust-thickened penis disappeared up inside

Nina’s gluttonous mouth until the tip of her daintily molded nose

was dipping into the twisted tufts of grey pubic hairs. Still she

showed no sign of letting up.

   “Uuuuuuuuhhh. That’s it, baby. Suck it! Suck it!” Axel

groaned hoarsely, and June saw that beads of sweat were forming on

his forehead and that his eyes were screwed tightly shut in a

grimace of desire. Thank God, he wasn’t staring at her any more

with those flinty piercing eyes, she thought, watching the way his

powerful buttocks were beginning a slow grinding upward motion to

drive his thick rigid length of hard cock farther down Nina’s

throat. His hands had tangled themselves in her golden hair to

regulate the accelerating rhythm of her pumping mouth. Nina’s

eyes were closed too, June realized, watching the older woman’s

lips peel obscenely back along the impossible length of Axel’s

mighty shaft … They were gone, those two, lost in a billowing

cloud of wanton enjoyment. There was no one to see her!

   Suddenly it was too much for her, and the dammed-up flood of

her desire torrentially swollen by the lascivious spectacle she

was watching swept away the last barriers of her resistance. Her

hands flew down to her feverishly throbbing vagina like homing

doves and urgently began their familiar tasks of pinching and

rubbing and teasing and skewering. A tiny moan escaped her lips

and completely out of control she squirmed around to prop herself

against the headboard beside Axel where she could more easily

watch Nina plunging her head down on his thick straining cock and

at the same time have freer play with her own hopelessly aroused

pussy. She was soon so far gone in her delirium of self-fucking

that when her nakedly perspiring body jerked against the hardness

of Axel’s brawny arm, she did not pull away. Did not pull away

even when she felt his hard hand slide under hers, tangling in her

pussy hairs, and his thick strong fingers replace her own in her

volcanically steaming pussy. With a gasp of delight she gave

herself up for the second time that evening to the magic of a

strange hand doing for her what she had had to do alone for so

long. Only this time a faint voice far back in her mind told her

that it would be completely different … that when she came to

her senses she would be desperately ashamed. But it was too late!

   In spite of all his mature self-control gained over the

years, when Axel felt the eager response of June’s gracefully

flaring hips to his hard finger probing up into the moist velvety

depths of her tight young cunt and the way her erect little

clitoris pulsated as it slid back and forth under his thumb, he

almost came right then and there in his wife’s mouth. His earlier

groans of tormented pleasure hadn’t been feigned. Nina was a past

master at sucking his cock just the way he liked it and tonight,

obviously aroused to a fever pitch by her preliminary sixty-nining

with June, she was going at it like a wild woman. It never ceased

to give him a lewd added thrill to see his dainty elegant young

wife go crazy slaving over his cock and balls … and the way her

eyes sparkled, then went all smoky with satiated hunger when he

shot his hot cum spurt after spurt into her greedily gulping mouth

was about one of the most soul-satisfying experiences he’d ever

had. But not tonight, he reminded himself. Tonight he was

reserving the first big load for this hot little pussy squirming

so passionately under his pumping hand. Christ, by its tight feel

and the way it was snugging around his outstretched middle finger

when he speared up into her wetly quivering vagina it must be damn

near virgin. One thing was for sure … it hadn’t been used by a

real cock for a long time because the way it was jerking and

twitching it ought to be wide open by now.

   He glanced over at June’s face and saw that the black-haired

girl was still staring as though hypnotized through half-closed

eyes at Nina so eagerly sucking his cock. She looked so goddamn

fascinated he was tempted to let her have a few nibbles before he

fucked her, but instinct told him the time wasn’t ripe yet. She

had to be brought along slowly if his plan for her future was

going to succeed. He reached over and pulled her head toward his,

clamping his hard lips against her soft swollen ones and thrusting

his tongue deep into the recesses of her mouth before she could

close it, at the same time accelerating the rhythm of his finger-

fucking in and out of her rippling little cunt. After a momentary

stiffening of resistance, he felt her loins begin to writhe under

his hand again, then the suction of her mouth around his probing

tongue. So far so good.

   With his other hand he gently tugged at Nina’s hair and

pulled his bursting cock all the way out of her warmly sucking

mouth. And not a goddamn second too soon, he realized as the last

tantalizing swipe of her tongue on the very tip-end caused his

long thick penis to begin jiggling and bouncing in anguished

frustration on the flat of his hairy belly. When he felt Nina

obediently slide away from him, he turned on his side toward June,

and with his right hand clasped on the small of her back pulled

her lust-filled young body against his, feeling the full resilient

mounds of her breasts mold themselves against his burly chest and

the creamy soft flesh of her belly pressed against the underside

of his madly pounding cock. Then he rolled back on his back with

her voluptuous body glued on top of his by the twin probings of

his tongue in her mouth and his fingers embedded deeply in her

cunt.

   All this was done so quickly and efficiently that June found

herself lying on top of Axel’s rugged frame with the throbbing

length of his rock-hard penis burning like a branding iron against

the sensitive flesh of her abdomen before she knew what was

happening. What was he going to do to her, and where was Nina,

she wondered foggily before letting herself sink back into the

swirling pool of liquid fire that Axel’s stroking fingers had re-

ignited in her loins. Nina must have made him cum in her mouth,

but then why was he still so monstrously big and hard? It didn’t

matter, she told herself vaguely. All that mattered now was

cumming herself, and she was so very near! With a supplicant

little moan she screwed her pelvis down harder and faster on the

tirelessly fucking fingers in her cunt, aware that somehow they

had multiplied and were roaming farther up her moistened crack

toward the tiny puckered ring of her anus. But that wasn’t

possible!

   Then she felt the slenderness of the lightly caressing

fingers on the tender insides of her buttock cheeks and realized

with a profound sense of shock that they must be Nina’s. She

winced and gasped deep into Axel’s mouth when one of the older

woman’s nails accidentally dug into the tight elastic sphincter

ring, sending a jolt of stinging pain along her spine to her

scalp. Then the finger popped through, spearing upward into the

warm depths of her anal canal and starting that familiar niggling

burning sensation.

   God! She felt that Nina had betrayed her, doing that to her

when Axel was in bed with them. She stopped all motion in her

hopelessly aroused body for a moment, refusing any reaction to the

double skewering of her tight little cunt and anus. They

certainly knew what they were doing, she thought. They worked

like a practiced team together the way they swirled their fingers

skillfully in and out of her most private recesses, building up a

charge of erotic tension that she knew would soon have her jerking

like a puppet on a string again. At that moment a germ of

suspicion was born in her mind … suspicion that somehow the two

of them had planned this all along … had just taken advantage of

her plight when her pocketbook was snatched and offered to help

her in order to get her up to their apartment and seduce her. But

no! Her mind immediately rejected the disloyal thought. There

had been that nasty blow. Axel had really struck Nina … and she

couldn’t believe the sweet blonde woman’s affection for her had

been feigned. But then why was she helping her brute of a husband

in his subjugation of her now, June wondered numbly, because

helping him she certainly was as she sawed her finger in and out

of June’s defensively puckering anus with a circular reaming

motion, adding at first tricklets, then steady streams of

tantalizing sensation to join the already torrential outpourings

of voluptuous delight from her clitoris and vagina. Suddenly the

dam of June’s will power broke, and her wildly excited body began

to thrash between their cadenced fingers as a flood of pure

masochistic joy flushed through every vein and artery in her body.

She was their plaything, their sex toy, but she didn’t care

because she was going to cum again, she could feel it cumming so

close … so close!

   “She’s ready now, Axel,” Nina’s calm clinical voice stated

matter-of-factly. Immediately all the fingers were withdrawn,

leaving June a quivering jelly-like mass of frustrated desire.

   “Oh Goddddd!” she moaned. “Ohhhhhh, Godddddd.” It was so

cruel. They were inhuman sadists to leave her suspended on the

edge of ecstasy like that. They must be experts to know exactly

how to gauge her body’s functions so closely. Nina had sounded

like a nurse or something, telling the surgeon it was time to

operate. Her baffled feeling of let-down deepened almost at once

into near panic. What were they going to do to her next?

   “Sit up!” Axel ordered her harshly. She felt his hard hands

pushing her away, then twin lightning bolts of pain as his blunt

fingers pinched the erect pebble-hard nipples of her ripely

throbbing breasts.

   “Oooooooooh!” she whimpered pitifully, cringing back away

from his hands to a crouching position astride his loins so that

his immense log-like penis which jutted up in the air from his

hairy stomach seemed to protrude from her own wetly matted crotch.

She tried to scuttle sideways away from the thick pole of male

flesh but his two hands shot out and grabbed her hips like steel

claws, then raised her effortlessly about a foot above his groin.

   “Reach down and put it in,” he ordered her gruffly, his

fingers digging into the soft-skinned moons of her buttocks.

   “Noooooo …” she wailed defiantly, staring petrified down at

the enormous girth of his penis. “I won’t do it! You can’t make

me!” God, she could never take that inhuman organ inside her.

Even if she ever got out of the clutches of this evil couple, she

would never again be normal.

   “Well, I’ll do it for you then, honey,” Nina said sweetly.

“You’ll love it when you get used to it. I admit,” she added

cheerfully, “that does take some getting used to!”

   She reached down between June’s wide-splayed thighs and

raised Axel’s thick pulsating cock to a perpendicular position so

that it was aimed straight at the raven-haired girl’s tender

vaginal entrance. Then Axel slowly lowered June down until the

great bulbous cock-head made contact with the already well-

lubricated, hair-lined lips of her pussy.

   “You’d make it a lot easier on yourself if you’d spread that

juicy cunt of yours a little, June dear,” Axel instructed her

coarsely, giving a slight upthrust of his powerful loins.

   June winced at the first pressure of the rock-hard tip of his

penis against her delicate petal-like lips and hastily did as he

told her, reaching down with both hands to spread apart the moist

pink flanges guarding her almost virginal cunt hole. There was no

help for her now, she realized, but if she ever got through this

ordeal alive … what could she do? She couldn’t claim she had

been brought up to this horrid man’s apartment against her will

… Or that she had been forced to swig down all that alcohol …

Or that Nina, little Nina, had physically overpowered her … No,

she understood in a flash of searing clarity, she was being

punished for her fatal weakness … voyeurism!

   God, even now she was staring fascinatedly down at the thick

stem of flesh rising toward her fear-contracted cunt, feeling

little eddies of sinful anticipation flurrying through her loins,

in spite of the fact that she knew with certainty that she was

going to be subjected to the most painful experience of her life.

Yes, some unknown part of her wanted that great thick cock to bore

up into her wetly waiting vagina, to rend her and fill her

completely. Tentatively she wiggled down on his hotly pulsing

penis, feeling it begin to drag at the ragged tender skin of her

outer cunt. God, she had to get it over with! With a little

agonized grunt of fear mixed with unadmitted desire she squatted

down heavily and …

   God, it was in!

   Bending her head forward so that her heavy mane of hair

cascaded over her billowing breasts she saw that what she could

feel but couldn’t quite believe was really true. Her tight little

vagina had miraculously flowered open and swallowed the huge cock-

head. The sight of the thick white shaft extruding from her wide-

stretched cunt gave her a never-before-experienced sense of power.

She was softer and weaker than this hulking brute of a man beneath

her, but she was sitting astride him, and she was going to take

all his immense rod of flesh up inside her belly, and make it

disappear! With a kind of manic exultation she began to haunch

back and forth, driving her tightly clasping pussy lower and lower

each time in spite of the increasing pain as the great shaft

penetrated deeper and deeper up into her wet cuntal passage.

   Axel watched her ride his painfully throbbing cock back and

forth, squeezing it little by little up into her constricted

vaginal channel, and the flushed frantic expression of triumph on

her face told him exactly what was going on in her mind. With a

sure instinct born from his vast knowledge of women over the years

he knew that she was teetering on the edge of becoming what he

called in his private terminology, “a ballcutter.” “Ballcutters”

were women who used sex to get the upper hand over their men, and,

of course, that ruined it for both the woman and the man and any

other men the woman might fuck later on. It wasn’t just stupid,

it was downright uneconomical … A pure waste because, as far as

he was concerned, there never would be enough good lays in the

world. He reminded himself of the old saying – A woman in the

saddle is a dangerous thing – and decided it was time to cut her

down to size. Without warning he grabbed her waist in his two

meaty hands and slammed her brutally all the way down onto his

gigantic cock.”

*   *   *

““Aaaaarrrrggghhhhh!” June screamed. “Nooooo! You’re killing

me! Stooooppppp!” She struggled wildly to pull herself up and

alleviate the unbearable pain but Axel held her in his vise-like

grip as easily as he would a child. There was no escape, June

realized. Tears welled into her large brown eyes and she bit her

lower lip so as not to cry out again. She wouldn’t give them that

satisfaction! She could sense Nina avidly watching her torment

and wondered how she could ever have been stupid enough to believe

that she was anything more than a plaything for the elegant blonde

woman. What a fool she had been! In her anger she became less

aware of the excruciating jabs of pain in her lacerated vagina.

Gradually they were replaced by a dull burning numbness which was

easier to bear, and she relaxed a little.

   Immediately Axel lifted her up until just the head of his

cock was still encased in her cunt and cruelly slammed her down

again. This time it hurt a lot less, and she knew now that she

would be able to endure whatever the two of them did to her before

they threw her out on the street. She would be ruined forever,

morally and physically, but at least she would be alive.

   “Honey, you took him all!” Nina exclaimed enthusiastically,

as if she was genuinely proud of her latest victim. Then before

June’s unbelieving eyes she scrambled around and squatted down

astride her husband’s shaggy head, lowering her still-dripping

pussy down to his savagely grinning mouth. Even after her moist

pink cuntal lips had closed lasciviously around the lower part of

his face, June could still see the thick pink tip of his tongue

curling up through her smeared golden pubic hairs to lap around

and around her hard-swollen little clitoris. “Now, we’ve got him

where we want him, honey!” Nina went on, her brilliant blue eyes

sparkling mischievously. “Let’s make him work a little for a

change. What you’ve got is better than what I’ve got, but after

all you are the guest!” Then the shameless blonde woman screwed

her naked genitals down harder on her husband’s face and began to

rock from side to side with an expression of mindless bliss on her

delicate face as Axel’s slashing tongue left her clitoris and

speared far up into her dilating vagina.

   June watched this lewd exhibition of unbridled lust

completely dumbfounded. God, there was no limit to what they

would do! They had no sense of decency at all. She could see

Axel’s Adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallowed his wife’s

flowing cuntal juices, and she was sure there was still a sardonic

grin on his face as he did so. He was a monster! She felt his

cock flex mightily way up inside her … farther than she had ever

been penetrated before … and in spite of her numbness she felt a

quaking response deep in her entrails. God, he was so big! And

so vital and alive! He began a smooth circular flexing of his

loins so that even though her cuntal crevice remained glued to his

pelvis she was swayed from side to side. Moments later, she

couldn’t keep herself from matching his rhythm with little

involuntary movements of her own. Before she knew it she was

lifting herself slightly, then settling down again – as if she

were riding a horse. She could feel the ridged rock-hard base of

his heatedly throbbing penis sliding in and out of her tightly

clasping cunt lips and its spongy pliant head pushing against the

slick walls far up inside her vagina. An unwanted fire started

smoldering deep in her womb and ecstatic flames of pleasure licked

out relentlessly to every part of her sensually aroused body.

Before she knew it she was yo-yoing up and down on the mammoth

lust-greased cock as fast as she could! Flying … she felt as if

she were really flying, soaring far off the surface of the earth

toward a dark unknown destination, borne by new-sprung wings of

desire. She had never experienced anything like this before!

Never felt such total submersion in carnal delight. This wasn’t

just in her loins and mind, her whole sensuous young body was

being swept this way and that by powerful fiery winds that blew

straight through her to the core of her being. It was like a

mystic drowning in ecstasy, and all at once she completely

understood Nina, forgave her and thanked her from the bottom of

her heart. Nina who must have experienced this skyrocketing

flight into blissful oblivion time and time again. No wonder the

beautiful blonde was the way she was, completely shameless and

given over to a life of the senses. There was no other way to

live!

   “Ooooooohhhh!” June moaned as she felt her orgasm spiraling

up from her ecstatically quaking womb, the first climax she had

ever had with a man’s virilely hardened penis actually inside her

… “Oh …! Oh …! Oh …!” she chanted in primitive

subjugation to the massive instrument of pleasure she was riding

up and down, mashing her insanely palpitating vagina more and more

frantically against Axel’s thrusting pelvis. Nina’s exquisite

face and nakedly jiggling breasts swam in front of her passion-

glazed eyes, and just as June was on the verge of cumming she

deliberately bent forward without breaking the rhythm of her

frenzied fucking and seized one of the blonde woman’s berry-like

nipples between her teeth, nipping and sucking it savagely.

   “Aaaaaggghhh, I’m cuuuummmiiinnngg!” Nina screamed, suddenly

toppled over into her own boiling orgasm by this unexpected added

stimulus, and she dug her fingers hard into June’s shoulders,

pushing her down even harder on Axel’s thick pile-driving cock

just as he began spewing his seething jets of heated sperm deep up

inside her belly. That triggered the raven-haired girl’s own

climax and abruptly she was convulsing in the throes of a never-

before experienced rapture.

   “Aaaaaaaahhhh!” June wailed as the soul-shattering release

exploded deep inside her and stormed like gushing torrents through

unknown channels in her body into a sea of total ecstasy where she

floated away into a deep mindless stupor …

   Axel, who had been counting on at least one more round with

June, stared perplexedly down at the limp form of the ravishing

brunette who had suddenly slumped off his softening cock and

apparently passed out cold.

   “She just isn’t used to it, Axel,” Nina answered his unspoken

question. “I think you should let her rest up for tomorrow. I’m

still here, you know.”

   “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Axel concurred reluctantly.

Then he winked at his svelte blonde wife and added, “Maybe I

should rest up for tomorrow too.”

   “You bastard,” she grinned back at him. “You couldn’t if you

wanted to.”

   “Maybe not,” he admitted. “But I’m sure glad I happened to

buy that farm down near where she lives.”

   “You think you’ll be able to keep her down on the farm now?”

Nina asked as she straightened the bed clothes and tenderly

covered June up. “I wonder …” And then she said solemnly, “I

doubt it …””

Chapter 6

“The following morning June was awakened by what she thought

was the ringing of her old alarm clock at home. God, she felt

awful! Her head ached, her mouth was dry and her body felt

feverish all over. She must have come down with the flu. She

would have to call in sick to the office, and old Mr. Chisolm

wouldn’t like that one bit. He hadn’t been at all pleased when

she told him she had to go to New York for a few days …

   New York! All the events of the preceding day and night

flashed through June’s mind, and she sat up so suddenly that the

wave of nausea which washed over her made her feel faint. New

York! The Bormans! It was all true, she realized, gazing numbly

down at the somewhat wrinkled aquamarine comforter which covered

her, then around at the spacious room dimly lit by sunlight

filtering through the heavy velour curtains. All too true. She

had come to the big city, gotten drunk and been seduced by two

perfect strangers on the very first day. That must be some kind

of an all-time record!

   Someone had straightened up the bed covers, she saw.

Comforter, blankets, and sheets had all been tangled together the

last she remembered them, tangled up like she and Nina and Axel

were. God, what had gotten into her? She pressed her wrists into

her stinging eyes as if to blackout the debasing images, but to no

avail. When finally she opened them again, she noticed a note on

the bedside table.”

“Gone to hairdresser. Back at noon.

   They should deliver your suitcase

   sometime this morning. Love –”

Nina

“Love! June sniffed self-pityingly to herself. They had the

nerve to call that love … that debauch … that orgy they had

tricked her into! She had to get out of there before Nina came

back. She peered groggily at her wristwatch – the only thing she

hadn’t taken off last night – and saw that it was already past

ten. She never slept that late. They must have drugged her as

well as getting her drunk!

   Finally June realized that the persistent ringing in her ears

wasn’t a side product of her awful hangover but a real bell

somewhere. Maybe they had brought her suitcase! Then she could

get out of the apartment before Nina came back. Quickly, in spite

of the agonizing jolts lancing through her head, she jumped out of

bed and put on her skirt and blouse which Nina had neatly folded

over a chair. At least she hoped it was Nina who had straightened

up the room and not some maid. Oh what difference did it make!

she scolded herself angrily as she hurried toward the sound of the

bell. One stranger or another … Anyway, there must not be

anyone else in the apartment or they would have answered the bell.

It wasn’t the front door, she saw, so there must be a service

entrance somewhere. Swiftly in her bare feet she padded through

the dining room, a pantry, then a really sumptuous kitchen with

every possible labor-saving device in it, and a whole battery of

beautifully polished copper pots and pans.

   “Who is it?” she called out hesitantly at the back door.

Unfortunately there wasn’t any peephole to look out through.

   “Suitcase for Miss June Wright,” replied a high-pitched tenor

voice that reminded her vaguely of the bellboy in the old Phillip

Morris ad. “Suitcase for Miss June Wright,” it repeated on the

same note.

   “Just leave it there, please,” June said. She had read so

many stories about what could happen in New York that she was

really afraid to open the door … Even though she didn’t see how

anything worse could possibly happen to her than already had.

   “Sorry, Miss, I need a receipt,” the nasal voice insisted.

   Reluctantly June opened the door and saw a seedy-looking

youth in a shabby grey pinstripe suit much too large for him

standing there with her suitcase. There was no mistaking that

battered old relic from her summer-camp days. Relieved, she

opened the door wider, and he pushed brassily past her into the

kitchen, pursing his lips in a silent whistle.

   “Some set-up ya got here, Miss Wright,” he said, looking her

insolently up and down from her bare feet to her still disheveled

long black hair. “Looks like I got ya out’a bed, huh?”

   “That’s perfectly all right,” June said in a voice that

quavered slightly. He wasn’t so young after all, she saw now,

noticing the lines around his eyes and mouth, and he certainly was

a disreputable-looking character. She had taken him for an

adolescent at first because he had positively the worst case of

acne she had ever seen in her born days. Big pimples … Uhg!

“Just give me the receipt and I’ll sign it,” she added, doing her

best to keep the disgust out of her voice.

   “The bag wasn’t locked so ya gotta verify the contents

first,” the man said with a half-witted leer. “I might’a stole a

bra or a pair of panties or somethin’. Mind if I get myself a

drink?”

   Thinking he meant a drink of water, June told him to go ahead

and bent down to open her suitcase. The sound of a refrigerator

door slamming jerked her head up, and she saw that he was holding

a lemon and a can of tomato juice in his hands.

   “Put that back!” she snapped at him sharply but he just

ignored her and strolled into the pantry.

   “Ta-ta-ti-ta,” he hummed. “Now don’t get your bowels in an

uproar, babe. You look like you could do with a little hair of

the dog yourself. Have a little party last night?” He rummaged

around in the pantry a minute, opening and slamming placard doors,

and came out with a bottle of vodka. “A couple of Bloody Mary’s

are just what we both need to pick us up.”

   June decided that the best policy would be to say nothing to

provoke him and get rid of him as soon as he had his drink, so she

kneeled down again and opened her suitcase. The first thing she

saw was a brown manila envelope that certainly didn’t belong to

her.

   “What’s this?” she questioned irritably, holding up the

envelope. “It’s not mine.”

   “Beats me, babe. I’m new on the job,” Pimple Face replied,

busying himself with mixing vodka, tomato juice, lemon and Tabasco

sauce into two tall glasses. “Maybe some forms you gotta fill

out.”

   June opened the flap of the envelope and saw that there were

several large glossy photographs in it. Some deep intuition made

her draw them out and look at them … They fell from her

stricken hands.

   Tiffany!

   June’s eyes blurred with sudden tears, and she sank back on

the floor, fighting desperately for self-control. She felt really

ill … as if she were about to vomit. The picture she had

glanced at showed a completely naked Tiffany hunched down on her

knees and elbows being taken from the rear by some weird creature

half-man, half-goat, and the expression on her childish face was

one of anguished pleasure. Suddenly all the half-formed

suspicions lurking in the back of June’s mind crystallized with

stark clarity. She had fallen into some kind of hideous

diabolical trap set by the Bormans. Everything had been carefully

planned from the moment her purse had been snatched … No, even

before that. The telegram must have been a fake to lure her to

New York. For a moment she teetered on the brink of hysteria,

then abruptly she felt icily calm. She would show them she wasn’t

to be so easily defeated. She was going to get to the bottom of

this, and before she was through they would all be in jail – the

Bormans and everybody else involved, no matter how much money and

influence they might have.

   “Hey, that’s pretty hot stuff, June baby.” Pimple Face had

drifted over with the two Bloody Marys and was staring down at the

top photograph on the floor. With a scuffed toe of a very down-

at-the-heel shoe he pushed it aside so that the second shot was

visible. This one showed the same scene from a different angle,

and June saw that the penis of whatever it was – a man dressed up

– as a satyr, she supposed – was entering Tiffany’s rectum instead

of her vagina as she had thought at first. Well, that was nothing

she hadn’t seen already.

   She looked up at Pimple Face who held out a Bloody Mary to

her. Her first impulse was to take the drink and throw it right

in his disgusting face, but she decided on the spot to start her

investigation with him. He didn’t look too bright, and it was

obvious the Bormans had hired him to bring the suitcase. She put

her glass on the floor beside her and accused him without warning,

“You stole my purse yesterday, didn’t you?”

   “No, but I know the guy who did,” Pimple Face grinned down at

her unabashedly. “I was standing right there when he did it.

Then I followed you here. Then I went and got your pocketbook

from the guy who snatched it. Minus the money, natcherly. That’s

all he was innerested in, but I figure, somebody lives in a swanky

dump like this, maybe there’s something else in there worth some

dough. I didn’t know I was gonna find a gold mine. Little sister

Tiffany sure likes her cock, don’t she?” he added, pushing another

photo into view. This one showed Tiffany sucking an enormous

penis with an ecstatic expression on her blissful young face.

   June wasn’t in the least bit fazed. “I suppose you don’t

know the Bormans,” she said sarcastically.

   “Never heard of ’em,” Pimple Face assured her nonchalantly.

   “Then how did you know which apartment I was in?” June was

unable to keep a note of triumph out of her voice.

   “The doorman told me.” Pimple Face shrugged. “As soon as he

saw the suitcase, he asked if it was for Miss June Wright, and I

said yes and he told me which apartment. He also told me to use

the service elevator, the snotty bastard.”

   June’s spirits sank. It made sense. Of course, Nina would

have told the doorman that if someone came with a suitcase to send

him up to her apartment. She picked up her drink with a hand that

trembled slightly and took a sip. Immediately a warm glow

radiated through her body. At least one thing Pimple Face had

said was true, a Bloody Mary really did pick you up. She took

another, longer swallow.

   “Your sister may look like she’s having a good time in those

photos, but she’s in bad trouble, babe!” Pimple Face snarled at

her suddenly. “It’s gonna cost you plenty to get her out of it.”

   “I – I don’t have any money,” June faltered. “I don’t live

here.”

   “I know you don’t live here,” Pimple Face snapped at her. “I

read the telegram in your pocketbook. But if you got friends who

live in classy dumps like this …”

   “They aren’t friends, they just know me from where I work. I

– I’m a secretary.” June stammered confusedly. “How do you know

all this about my sister anyway? Where did you get those

photographs?”

   “Shit, I’ve seen that chick fucking for applause on the stage

a dozen times!” Pimple Face snorted. “I recognized her soon as I

saw that snapshot in your pocketbook. One gang runs all the sex

shows in this town, babe, and I got plenty connexions, so finding

out what the story is was easy. I brought those photos to show

I’m on the level. You sure you ain’t got any money?” he asked

suspiciously, eyeing her over. “Maybe – you really don’t. That

ain’t exactly no Christian Dee-or outfit you got on.”

   “Sex shows …?” June quavered weakly. “You mean my sister

…?”

   “Yeah, she acts in ’em, babe,” Pimple Face sneered. “She has

to, you better believe it. These guys don’t fool around. She

don’t do right, she ends up in a concrete wedding gown on the

bottom of the river. If you got money, you can buy ’em off, but

if you don’t, there’s only one way to get her out’a this mess …”

He paused sadistically, enjoying the miserable expression on

June’s face. “Only one way,” he repeated. “You take her place!”

   “What!” June clutched her glass and took a long swallow of

the potent mixture.

   “And for my part in the deal,” Pimple Face went on, “I guess

I’ll just have to take it out in trade. Where do ya want me to

fuck ya, babe? Up the ass or in the mouth?”

   June was so stunned by the news of the predicament Tiffany

had gotten herself into that she didn’t really take in the last

thing the repulsive creature said. It was hard to believe such

things could occur in a civilized country in the twentieth

century, but she had read that there were still gangs of men who

controlled prostitutes and the awful things they did to the girls

if they didn’t cooperate, so why not with the poor people in these

sex shows. God, what had Tiffany gotten into and how was she

going to get her out of it?

   Abruptly all the resentment and ill feeling she had harbored

against her sister ever since she had caught her with Cliff on the

porch that afternoon vanished from her heart, and all she felt was

pity and loyalty and, of course, responsibility. She had to get

Tiffany out of this mess but she couldn’t take her place. It just

wasn’t possible!

   Why not? another part of her mind nagged her. You’re older

and stronger and smarter than your little sister. You might be

able to figure a way out of the situation that she never could …

   In a flash June saw the solution. Her heart raced and she

drained her drink in one long gulp to hide her exultation. She

knew what she would do! When she felt sufficiently calm, she

looked up at Pimple Face and said in a deliberately subdued and

weepy voice, “All right, I’ll do it. I’ll take her place.”

   “Okay, babe. Now what about me?” The implacable man

fingered his already bulging crotch suggestively. “I don’t put

you in contact with your sister until I get my commission. So

which way do ya want it, kid?” He nodded toward the photographs.

   The queasy feeling in June’s stomach was so strong she almost

gagged, but her mind was made up. She was going to save her baby

sister, and nothing was going to stop her … not even THAT! And

it certainly wasn’t hard to make a choice. With a little quaking

tremor deep in her bowels as she remembered how her father’s cane

had felt up her rectum, she pointed to the picture of Tiffany and

the satyr. At least that way she wouldn’t have to see the man’s

horrible pimply face. She just hoped he didn’t have some awful

disease. She started to leave the kitchen, but he grabbed her

around the waist, and she saw that he was already yanking at his

belt.

   “We don’t have to go nowhere, babe. The kitchen floor will

do just fine. Just kneel down there and stick that hot little ass

up in the air where Big Daddy can get at it.” He leered evilly at

her, and June noticed with relief that at least he had nice

healthy white teeth. In fact if it wasn’t for those horrible

pimples all over his face he would be quite good-looking. His

hand swarmed suddenly up under her skirt to cup one of her

buttocks and she could feel his fingers sliding down her anal

crack toward her pussy where he teased her pubic hairs which were

still caked and crusted with her dried cum juices from last night.

She blushed crimson at the memory of the unwanted but

extraordinary climax Axel had brought her to. She’d been trying

to block it from her mind ever since she woke up, but now it

flooded back over her. In spite of herself her breath began to

come faster as Pimple Face pushed his hand farther along her

cuntal furrow until he found her hot, hardening little clitoris.

   “No panties, eh babe?” he whispered in her ear. “I’m sorry

ya hadda wait, kid. It feels like there was some action down

there last night, but I guess you’re ready for more, huh? Try

this on for size.” She heard the sound of a zipper, then her hand

was guided to his hotly throbbing penis which had popped fully

erect into the air. When she felt its surprising girth with her

long supple fingers, she couldn’t help but look down at it, even

though she had resolved not to. God, it was long! Maybe not

quite as big around as Axel’s but probably even longer although

this man was nowhere as tall as Borman. Height must not have

anything to do with it, she thought distractedly, gazing in morbid

fascination down at the bulging purplish head with its rim which

flared out from the long hard shaft like the head of an aroused

cobra. God, it was going to hurt! It was at least three times as

thick as her father’s cane which she had carefully vaselined

beforehand … and much, much longer than the paltry three or four

inches of cane she had managed to ram up herself before the pain

stopped her. It didn’t seem humanly possible to take that much

hard flesh up inside her rectum. She didn’t believe he could even

get it in!

   “Let’s get it over with,” she muttered thickly, dropping her

skirt on the floor. Pimple Face’s finger tweaking her clitoris

had already started flickers of pleasure in the insatiable little

bud, and all she wanted to feel was pain in her martyrdom for her

sister. But even as she knelt down on her skirt to save her knees

from the hard kitchen tiles and leaned forward on her elbows, she

felt a flutter of excitement at the idea of being sodomized in

this humiliating position like some scullery maid in times of old.

She heard Pimple Face kick off his shoes and pull down his pants.

Then he was kneeling behind her.

   As Jock – because Pimple Face was Jock, of course, in what he

considered one of his better disguises – gazed down at the

beautiful white moons of June’s unblemished ass-cheeks and at the

virginal little anus offered so provocatively up to him, he

hoisted a mental toast to Axel’s good taste and judgment. His

friend had told him that morning over the phone about the events

of the night before, but Jock had thought he might be exaggerating

June’s beauty and the passionateness of her responses. Not so, he

now realized. He hadn’t missed the undeniable quivers of

excitement that shot through her ripe young body when he touched

her erect little clitoris nor the speed with which it had doubled

in size. No, hell, no, Axel hadn’t exaggerated. If anything, his

description of the curvaceous raven-haired girl was an

understatement.

   Just as a sculptor might contemplate a block of virgin marble

before attacking it with hammer and chisel, Jock allowed himself

another moment of purely esthetic appreciation of June’s

voluptuous symmetry before he slipped back into the role of Pimple

Face, the sadistic delivery man.

   “Let’s see those tits down there!” he snarled, reaching

around June’s nakedly offered buttocks to rip her blouse open,

sending the buttons flying every which way. Then he began to maul

the luscious mounds of resilient flesh like a madman, tweaking and

pinching the ruby-red nipples between his fingers until June had

to bite her lower lip to keep from whimpering. Not that what he

was doing hurt so much, there were little jolts of pleasure too,

but it made her feel so helpless to be manhandled that way while

she was crouched down in such a passive slavish position. She

cambered her back so that her ass-cheeks were tilted up even

higher in the air in the hope that it would tempt him to start his

nasty business. Sure enough, his hands left her breasts and flew

down to her ripely rounded buttocks where one began to knead and

mangle the soft flesh around her anus while the other worked its

way up between her thighs and parted her sparse pussy hairs until

it found the now rapidly moistening entrance to her vagina. His

outstretched middle finger was inserted there, then drawn up her

sweating anal crevice to swab and lubricate the puckered sphincter

ring guarding her rectum. This process was repeated several

times, sending little tingles of apprehension scurrying out from

the tiny sensitive hole each time. God, if he would only get on

with it! She gulped and bucked slightly when she felt the finger

finally slip through the tight elastic ring and push up into her

fearfully cringing rectal canal where it began to widen the hot

spongy flesh sheathing it. It hurt, of course, but not any more

than the cane had … and feeling it move up there … just the

idea that someone else was doing it to her … telegraphed a

message of weird unnatural pleasure to her protesting brain.

There was no help for it! Something in the kneeling dark-haired

girl enjoyed being debased, whether by herself or someone else –

even this repulsive man. More by this repulsive man, she

realized, as the reaming motion of his finger in her most secret

parts gradually increased the radius of the irritating but

tantalizing stimulus she was feeling. She looked back between her

ripely swinging breasts and saw his long pulsating penis pointing

up toward her tummy with a drop of semen glistening in the slit at

the end and his large pendulous balls jiggling beneath it.

   She wished she could see him doing it to her!

   The obscene grotesque thought flashed through her mind before

she could blot it out, and the next thing she knew she was avidly

studying the photograph of Tiffany and the satyr which had fallen

on the floor not far from her. The detail was so clear she could

even see the swollen curve of the sperm canal on the underside of

the part of the thick sodomizing penis which was still visible.

She wished she could see Pimple Face’s expression as he fucked in

and out of her tightly puckered anus. Was it one of sadistic

goatish delight like the one in the photo?

   If only there was a mirror in this place so she could watch

herself getting fucked up the ass!

   God, she was even beginning to think like a whore. She had

never once in her life allowed herself to even think that word,

much less speak it. It was buried deep in her mind under a lot of

other expressions like make love, sleep together, go to bed

together … Fuck, fuck, fuck! In her burning anger at herself

she screwed her ass-cheeks savagely back on Pimple Face’s finger

to let him know she was ready any time he was. Goddamn, fuck,

piss, cunt, cock! The words blinked like bright neon lights in

the darkness of her degradation.

   “Reach back and tickle my balls, babe,” Jock ordered roughly,

sensing the sudden change in her.

   “No! I won’t!” she yelled back between her legs in a last-

ditch attempt to salvage some of her self-respect. “You can’t

make me!”

   “Oh no?” Jock retorted with a vicious grin. He yanked his

finger out of her tight little hole with a loud squelching sound

and slapped her naked buttocks as hard as he could. The red

prints of his fingers showed up clearly visible on her firm snow-

white flesh. He raised his arm to strike again, but she gave a

little moan of surrender as if she knew it was useless to resist,

and he felt her trembling hand fumbling back toward his cum-filled

balls. “And handle them with care, you bitch!” he threatened her

grimly. “Or by god, you’ll never know what hit you!” Axel had

warned him she might show a tendency to get out of hand and take

over the show … but not with old Jock, he chuckled to himself.

She was going to get a little more than she had bargained for this

time! When he got through with her she’d know somebody had paid a

visit to her sweet little asshole. Already her long supple

fingers were obediently kneading and massaging his balls as if

they’d never done anything else, building up a charge of aching

desire in his groin. It was time to take the plunge …

   Holding her hip fast with his left hand, he guided the lust-

swollen head of his impatiently throbbing cock to her now slightly

distended little nether hole and leaned into her, steadily

increasing his pressure. God, she was tight! Straining as hard

as he could, he could only get about half an inch of the tip of

his cockhead into the tiny rubbery opening. His iron-hard rod of

flesh felt as if it were going to snap in two. Shit, he cursed

under his breath, he’d never run into one this tight before.

Still maintaining his pressure, he grabbed her other hip with his

right hand and jerked her nakedly kneeling backwards, lunging

forward simultaneously. With a lewd squirting sound the

tormented sphincter muscle suddenly gave way and the huge head of

his painfully throbbing cock popped in.

   “Aaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh! Noooooooo! Stop!” June screamed,

flailing and tossing in his talon-like hands while every nerve-end

in her body was scorched by the waves of blazing pain that

radiated out from her brutally impaled anus. Behind her, Jock

grinned sadistically down at her ineffectual efforts to free

herself from his thick skewering cock and began to grind slowly

forward, pushing the warm elastic walls of her virginal rectum

ahead of his lust-swollen cock as it forged relentlessly inward on

its ass-splitting voyage. That would teach her to get ideas about

who was running this show, he mused to himself, flexing his loins

and drilling deeper and deeper up into her futilely clenching anal

passage.

   “Oh god, stop! Stop! Please. I – I’ll do the other!” June

gasped piteously, her will to resist completely undermined by the

searing spasms of excruciating pain that continued to rack her

helpless body each additional fraction of an inch he bored into

her. She really was ready to take his loathsome penis in her

mouth. The idea was unbelievably disgusting, but at least it

couldn’t be the hellish torture this was. Anything to put an end

to this!

   “Whaddaya mean, you’ll do the other, babe?” Jock taunted her

sarcastically. “What other? Tell Daddy what’s on your mind,

kid.”

   “I – I’ll … suck your cock,” June panted desperately,

knowing quite well that he would continue to bait her until she

spoke the vile words.

   “With the greatest of pleasure, honey,” Jock sniggered. “As

soon as we’re finished what we’re doing now.”

   He gave one last bone-crushing lunge, and June felt the wiry

pubic hairs at the base of his buried cock prickle against the

widespread cheeks of her behind. God, he had done it! He had

stuck every inch of his long hard cock up her defenseless little

rectum and still there was no slackening of the bodily pain which

was heightened now by a sense of anguished humiliation. She felt

that her will had been broken and the last shred of decency

stripped from her when she offered to suck the awful man’s cock

… She was drowning in a seething sea of mental and physical

agony. All the sexual acts she had committed since that afternoon

when she had stood in the parlor and watched … instead of

immediately separating Cliff and Tiffany … passed in a blur

through her mind. All the lonely masturbation in the office and

at home culminating in her cynical seduction by Nina and Axel last

night … and now this, the final ignominy … to be sodomized on

a kitchen floor by a miserably pimply-faced delivery man.

   It was almost more than her mind could bear, and only the

thought that she was doing it for her sister Tiffany gave her the

strength to go on.

   When she felt the long hard penis being slowly withdrawn from

her back passage, she braced herself for the new assault she knew

was sure to come and bit her lip until she tasted her own warm

salty blood, determined not to show any further signs of weakness.

   “Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh …!” The breath was driven from her lungs

by the force of the next pile-driving lunge of the heatedly

pulsating cock up her helpless rectum and the impact of Jock’s

pelvis against her flattened ass-cheeks, but she shook her heavy

mane of black hair and held her ground like a stubborn horse. He

began to fuck rhythmically in and out of her with slow labored

strokes at first, then more and more rapidly as her forever-

stretched nether channel gradually opened up. Soon he was

pistoning smoothly in and out like a well-oiled machine, spearing

far up into her bowels with each in-thrust and withdrawing his

thick rigid cock until only the head was still embedded beyond the

snugly clinging sphincter ring.

   Then, miracle of miracles, June gradually felt the searing

pain in her anal channel begin to diminish and the first feeble

flickers of a strange novel sensation … Not pleasure exactly

… It couldn’t be pleasure! But it was. A weird shameful

masochistic kind of pleasure still mixed with bodily pain and the

humiliation of having her body used in this obscene filthy

fashion. Yes, god, she was enjoying it! With that admission the

last of her self-control vanished and she began to hump her

brutally impaled ass-cheeks back on the skewering cock as if her

life depended on getting every last bit of it inside her.

   “Fuck harder, Cliff. Haaaaarrrrdddderrrrr!” The words …

the same ones she had heard Tiffany use on the porch … spewed

unbidden from her lips as she gave herself up completely to this

new perverted joy of being abused and defiled like the lowest of

whores. God, she wanted it to go on forever, but already she

sensed the explosive charge building in the heavy sperm-bloated

balls that were swinging wildly between her thighs as Jock plowed

urgently in and out of her forever-stretched anus. It wouldn’t be

long for him, she could tell and, surprisingly, she felt her own

mounting response. She screwed her eyes tight shut and squirmed

madly back on the long plunging cock, milking it insatiably with a

tight clenching of her buttock muscles on each out-stroke. She

felt as if she was lost in a kind of incandescent haze which

emanated from her own pleasure-crazed body … alone in a primeval

void with nothing but that great wonderful demon cock rampaging

into her entrails and ravishing her very soul.

   “Keeeee-riiiiissssstttttt …!” Jock groaned and June felt

the first pelting jets of his heated sperm spatter far up in her

voracious belly, then she was spiraling deliriously in her own

nebulous haze of ecstatic release, soaring into a new, never-

before-experienced dimension of pleasure away from the hard

kitchen floor where her voluptuously curved body tossed and

thrashed like some wild animal caught in a net.

   “I’m cumming,” she crooned, “I’m cumming.” Then her voice

was a low banshee wail, “I’m cummmming!”

   Delicious tremors continued to rack her body long after Jock

pumped the last of his spurting hot cum into her churning rectum

and for the second time since her arrival in New York, the

overwhelming potency of her mind-blowing orgasm drifted her off

into dreamless sleep.

   When June came to, Pimple Face was prodding her buttocks with

the much-darned toe of a gaudy orange sock.

   “Wake up!” he ordered excitedly. “We ain’t got no time to

lose if you wanna suck my cock before we go where they’re holding

your sister at.”

   June stared dully up at him. He was standing there with the

tails of his rather soiled shirt hanging down on either side of

his limp dangling cock which was still red and glistening from its

recent rape of her anus. She realized he hadn’t even bothered to

take off his necktie, and for some reason that made what he had

done to her seem all the worse. “Do I have to?” she asked

apathetically, certain, of course, that he would say yes. She

wondered if he would at least wash the revolting thing before she

had to take it into her mouth … Strangely enough he surprised

her by saying no.

   “There really ain’t enough time, kid. We’ll take a rain

check on it, okay? I know ya can’t wait to blow me, but there’ll

be other days. Now get a move on. Put on something clean -” He

nodded toward her suitcase.

   “Can I take a shower?” June asked forlornly, knowing that

never in her whole life would she be able to wash away the

knowledge of how she had responded to his sadistic sodomizing. It

seemed that apparently there was nothing she wasn’t capable of …

   “No time to shower!” Pimple Face snapped, starting to pull on

his pants. “When these people say be there at twelve noon, you

get there at twelve noon. You better believe it, baby,” he added

menacingly.

   “How do I know they’ll really let my sister go?” June asked

stubbornly.

   “You don’t!” he answered curtly. “You’ll just have to trust

them.”

   “Trust them!” June echoed bitterly.

   “Well, you ain’t got no choice, babe,” Pimple Face pointed

out, bending down to pull on his scruffy shoes.”

Chapter 7

“Dippy Gallagher was in his element. He loved breaking new

broads into show biz, particularly when there was no risk

involved, and Borman had assured him that with this big gorgeous

brunette, June Wright, there would be no risk whatsoever. Also,

the kind of people who were filling up the theater he had

improvised in the loft upstairs were a double guarantee. They

were strictly class, well-heeled and top-drawer, old chap …

Friends of Borman and the society guy Jock Richmond. No sweat

about them being discrete. He’d given everybody in the troupe the

day off except Mike, the cameraman, who was going to film whatever

happened for closed-circuit TV, and, of course, Tiffany. She was

sitting on a chair in his office, looking pale and discouraged.

   Dippy puffed on his cigar and spun around a couple of times

in his swivel chair, letting her sweat a little before he followed

through with the rest of Borman’s instructions. He was beginning

to get the drift of what the crafty stock-broker was trying to

bring off and he had to admit that for an amateur the big bastard

was pretty sharp.

   “How’s Humpty?” he barked out suddenly. “Is he sober. Can

he get it up?”

   “I don’t know,” Tiffany answered dejectedly. “I mean, he’s

pretty sober, but I don’t know if he can get it up or not.

Anyway, June won’t let him near her.”

   “I tole ya to let me worry about the details, kid,” Dippy

snarled. “June’s not only gonna let him get near her, she’s gonna

suck his cock.”

   “You’re crazy!” Tiffany blurted out before she could catch

herself. “Excuse me, Mr. Gallagher, but she wouldn’t do that in a

million years.”

   “She’s gonna do it for you, kid.” Gallagher gummed a cynical

grin at her. “She thinks you’re the prisoner of some gangsters

who put on live sex shows and the only way she can buy your

freedom is to take your place.”

   “Wh-at …? You told her that?” Tiffany stammered weakly.

   “Not me, but the guy who’s running this show,” Dippy grunted

scornfully. “And she believed it. At least,” he added

ambiguously, “she pretended to believe it.”

   “Ooooohh, poor June …” Tiffany wailed tearfully. “She’s

really going to … do that for me? I can’t let her, I just

can’t.”

   “That’s show biz, kid,” Dippy shrugged, darting a sharp

appraising glance at the young girl. “And maybe she won’t mind as

much as you think. Maybe you’re all wrong about big sister June,

kid. I happen to know that she made it with a married couple last

night, and got buggered by a delivery man in the kitchen of their

apartment this morning. Also …” He paused, waiting for all

that to sink in before he planted the last seed of suspicion in

the bewildered adolescent’s mind. “Also, there’s gonna be a

coupl’a big Hollywood agents in the audience tonight.”

   “Oh …” Tiffany laughed uncertainly. “It’s all so hard to

believe. I mean, about June doing those things.” She frowned

theatrically, remembering how when she had been a little girl she

had been awakened night after night by June’s hot breath panting

in her face as the older girl feverishly masturbated with her eyes

tightly shut and her full sensual lips bared back over her teeth,

pretending hypocritically to be asleep. Maybe she had been

completely wrong about June, Tiffany mused. Cliff claimed she was

cold as a fish, but maybe he’d been lying. Maybe he just didn’t

measure up to June’s idea of what a lover should be … Maybe

she’d just made that scene on the back porch for an excuse to

break off the engagement.

   “What did you say about an audience … and the Hollywood

agents?” she asked, trying to make sense of all this new

information in her confused mind.

   “June thinks you’re doing live sex shows, kid, so I knocked

together a little theater in the loft upstairs and this fella

who’s innerested in her … he’s a big banker … backs a lot of

Broadway shows … he’s bringing some friends in to be the

audience. At least two of ’em are Hollywood agents on the lookout

for new talent. I ain’t allowed to divulge their names, get it,

but it sure would be a shame if your sister upstaged you at the

last minute after all the work you’ve put in. Right?”

   “Damn!” Tiffany exclaimed petulantly, clenching her pouting

lower lip with small even white teeth. “And she has the juicy

role … Sacrificing herself for me!”

   “Yeah, but you got the technique, kid. You’re an actress!”

Dippy breezily pointed out. “You could turn the tables on her

just like that!” He snapped his stubby tobacco-stained fingers.

“All you got to do is say, ‘No, no, dear sister, I can’t let you

do such a horrible thing for me …’ You’re both prisoners, in

this little skit, see, and the idea is one of you seduces the

guard – that’s Cliff – while the other escapes, get it? You can

ad-lib it good, and she won’t know what to do. So you steal the

show, kid. She has to sneak off-stage and there you are!”

   Tiffany’s eyes were sparkling with enthusiasm now and the

color had returned to her youthful heart-shaped face. “Oh, Mr.

Gallagher!” she bubbled happily. “That’s a wonderful idea! How

can I ever thank you enough?”

   “Oh, just send me a postcard from time to time, kid,” Dippy

said blandly, slipping down from his chair on his runty legs and

starting toward the door. From Nowheresville, you dumb cunt, he

added to himself. “Be upstairs backstage in ten minutes. Mike’ll

show you what to do.””

*   *   *

“When the horrid bald little man with the beady eyes and cruel

thin-lipped mouth finally came in, June had no idea how long she

had been cooped up in the tiny room Pimple Face had brought her

to. When they left the Bormans’ apartment shortly after eleven

o’clock, he had made her put on what looked like a pair of

ordinary dark glasses but, in fact, the lenses were completely

opaque. She couldn’t see a thing except out the sides, and when

they had driven off a ways he had stopped the car and stuffed

cotton between the frames and her cheeks, so that she was

completely blinded … It was awful, being deprived of your sight.

She didn’t see how blind people stood it.

   When she protested, Pimple Face just told her to shut up.

“Anybody gets curious, babe, you just had an eye operation,” he

told her curtly.

   So she hadn’t the slightest idea of where she was either.

They had driven around for what seemed like a long time before

they had left the car and come to this place, with him steering

her by the arm. It was up four flights of stairs and smelled

musty, that’s all she knew for sure. Boards had resounded under

their feet, and she had had a feeling of space around her, as if

she might be on the stage of a theater, just before she was put

into this windowless little cubicle. She took it to be an actor’s

dressing room, although it certainly wasn’t what you would call

glamorous … just a table with a mirror and a few pots of makeup

on it, a rickety chair, a wash basin and a cot with a plastic

chamber pot under it.

   There was no lock on the door, but before he left her alone

Pimple Face warned her there was a guard on the only exit, so not

to get any bright ideas about running away. She hadn’t intended

to anyhow, or she wouldn’t have accompanied him in the first

place. She was certain she had figured out a way to get both

Tiffany and herself out of the jam they were in.

   About an hour later Pimple Face had returned with a Coke and

hamburger for her and had gone over with her the few pitiful lines

she was supposed to speak in her grand debut as an actress. It

was just a one-act curtain raiser, he said, a very simple

situation based on the real-life one she was actually in, so all

she had to do was be herself. The main part obviously was making

love to the guard. June had protested when she heard that Tiffany

was to play with her, but Pimple Face had sworn it would be her

last performance. It certainly would be, June mused to herself,

if her plan worked. And it would be the last time for quite a

while that Pimple Face would be pushing people around. Of course,

she hadn’t bothered to memorize her lines. She had no intention

whatsoever of speaking them.

   When Pimple Face left the second time, she had dozed off on

the cot, completely exhausted by all the incredible things that

had happened to her since her arrival in the city. When she woke

up, her watch had stopped, and she had no way of knowing how long

she had slept. Her stomach told her it must be late though. She

was hungry again and had to urinate terribly. She was just trying

to get up the courage to use the chamber pot when the offensive

little man barged in without even knocking and started barking

orders at her.

   “Stand up and strip!”

   As she began to slowly undress, he sat down on the chair,

making unpleasant sucking noises with his tongue against his teeth

and continuously raking her body over with those piercing little

gimlet eyes. She had expected this, of course … to be treated

like an animal at the market place … but the vicious

satisfaction the evil little creature obviously derived from her

embarrassment made her blood boil.

   “Whaddaya standing like that for?” he rasped at her when

finally she stood voluptuously naked in front of him.

   “I have to go to the bathroom,” she answered primly.

   “Piss in that pot,” he sneered, indicating the chamber pot

under the cot. “It’s not really all that big a deal, kid,” he

added when she hesitated, “compared to what you’re gonna be doing

in a little while. Did the guy tell ya what ya have to do?”

   “He said … seduce the guard,” June answered. Finally the

urgency of her need to urinate overcame her modesty and she

squatted down on the pot sidewise to him. Somehow his hearing the

loud frothing sound of her water gushing into the plastic

container was even more humiliating than his watching her. He

would pay for this, she vowed grimly to herself. The sadistic

little wretch!

   “The script calls for you to suck his cock!” Dippy snapped.

“You ever suck a cock?”

   “N-no-o …” June faltered, but then in fear that he would

make her practice on him she quickly added, “But I know how. I

saw it done once.”

   “You saw it!” Dippy exclaimed, simulating shock with a sly

grin. “Whadda ya, a voyeur or somepin?” His eyes sparkled

maliciously when he saw her blush bright red from head to toe.

Borman was right! She was too much, this broad was, with a cock-

stiffening body like that and all these hang-ups. Something hadda

break. “C’mere!” he ordered peremptorily. “Spread those pussy

lips. Come on, goddamnit!” he yelled furiously when she hesitated

again. “I gotta make sure you’re healthy, kid. I got my other

actors to think about to, for chrissake!”

   She approached him and, with hands trembling from both shame

and rage, parted the sparsely haired outer flanges of her cunt,

exposing to his lewd gaze the slick pink flesh of the moist furrow

and the shrinking little bud of her clitoris.

   He whipped the cigar from his mouth and leaned forward,

sniffing loudly. “Pretty funky,” he commented dryly. “Wha’d ya

take on last night? A goddamn bull …? Wash it up, for godsake.

Curtain call in five minutes.” With that he clamped the cigar

back into his cruel little mouth and strutted out, leaving the

dark-haired girl’s face flaming and her body trembling in outrage.

   “Just you wait,” she muttered. “Just wait!””

*   *   *

“When Gallagher pushed her out onto the stage, instead of

falling to the floor sobbing and then running to Tiffany as she

had been instructed to do, June strode firmly across the rough

planks toward the footlights and stood there commandingly in her

proud naked beauty with arms upraised. There was a prolonged

burst of applause mixed with whistles and wolf calls, but she

stood there unflinchingly until the noise subsided. Half-blinded

by the spot projectors above and the row of lights below, she

could only see the faces in the audience as vague blurs, but she

was sure that out there somewhere there must be at least one

person who had a spark of humanity left in him, sick as he must be

to come to a show like this. When the theater was completely

silent, she began the brief speech that she had rehearsed to

herself that afternoon.

   “Please help us!” she cried out in a vibrant compelling

voice. “My sister and I are prisoners here. We’re not doing this

of our own free will. We’re treated like slaves. You must help

us! Get up and leave. Then call the police. That’s all you have

to do!”

   There was a moment of puzzled silence, then somewhere someone

snickered, someone else began to frankly laugh and in a second the

whole hall was roaring with laughter. People were clapping and

drumming their feet on the floor. There were even a couple of

Bravos!

   God, they thought it was part of the act, June realized. Her

beautiful face flamed with anger and despair. She stretched out

her hands pleadingly and screamed in a powerful voice that cut

like a knife through the din. “It’s true! I’m telling you the

truth. We’re prisoners of a gang. You’ve got to help us!”

   The applause turned to jeering hoots and catcalls. “Cut the

crap, sister!” someone yelled at her and another voice called out,

“Quit talking and start sucking!”

   “Yeah, suck! Suck! Suck!” They all took up the chant and

June realized that there were women in the audience too. She had

thought it would be exclusively made up of men, but no, there were

women out there too … women so depraved and perverted they

wouldn’t even help one of their own sex. Tears welled into her

magnificent brown eyes and she turned her back on the audience

just in time to see Tiffany, also stark naked, advancing toward

her with exaggeratedly mincing little steps.

   “Poor dear sister!” the young blonde exclaimed in an

artificial flute-like voice when the noise died down again. “You

don’t have to worry. I shall seduce the guard, and while he’s

busy soiling me with his filthy sperm, you can slip out of this

horrible dungeon and alert the police.”

   “They’re paid off!” someone in the audience yelled and the

crowd broke into laughter again.

   Unabashed, Tiffany went on with her stilted dialogue, stagily

encircling June’s supple waist with her slender arm and leading

her toward a spot behind the bed where she would be practically

invisible to the audience. “Now you lie down here, darling

sister,” she cooed to June soothingly, “and pretend that you’ve

fainted. I shall call the evil guard and whilst I am seducing him

on the bed, you can sneak out the door.”

   “She’d rather stick around and watch!” somebody heckled from

the rear of the hall to another chorus of guffaws and titters.

   June stopped in mid-stride and stared bewilderedly at her

sister, “What do you mean … while you seduce him?” She realized

confusedly that Tiffany was carrying on with the skit and supposed

that under the circumstances it was the only thing to do. But

surely both Pimple Face and that horrid little man had both said

very clearly that it was June who was to do the seducing. The

failure of her appeal to the audience had left her in a state of

semi-shock, and she gazed dazedly around her, vaguely aware that

the stage set crudely depicted a sort of medieval dungeon with

various instruments of torture hanging from the walls.

   “Yes, darling,” Tiffany went on in her artificially pitched

voice. “I shall do it for your sake because I know you are still

as pure as the driven snow whereas I have lived, my dear. God,

have I ever lived!” She raised her arm melodramatically to her

brow.

   “Bring on the guard!” the heckler yelled, then another deeper

voice shouted, “Let the brunette do it!” and others took up the

chant, “The brunette! The brunette! The brunette!” That deeper

voice sounded like Borman’s June realized, and suddenly she was

certain that not only were Nina and Axel in the audience, but that

they had engineered the whole treacherous plot. Her first hunch

had been right!

   Just then the rickety dungeon door with bars painted on it

banged open and in lurched Cliff Farrow, clean shaven and in a

freshly pressed dark blue suit, but very definitely drunk. He

staggered across the stage to the two girls, clutching his pint of

gin and growled. “Where’s my goddamn clue? Huh? Where’s my

clue? I mean cue. Shut up!” he yelled at the audience which was

good-naturedly booing him.

   “What are you doing here?” June flared angrily at him. “Are

you in on this too?”

   “I’m the guard, baby, and you’re gonna suck my cock!” Cliff

leered lopsidedly at her as he began to rip off his clothes. “And

it’s about time, too, goddamnit!”

   “No …” Tiffany said firmly, stepping between them. “You

leave my poor sister alone, you brute. I am going to suck your

cock.”

   “Out’a my way, you little ball-breaker!” Cliff snarled at

her. “I can’t get it up for you, remember? But for June I can.

Brother, can I ever!” He ripped off his jockey shorts and his

long thick cock arched upward, swiveling toward June like a radar-

guided anti-aircraft gun. With squinting bloodshot eyes he took

in all her nakedly luscious curves and the dark shadowed “vee” up

between her legs. Even though he had courted her for a year and

made love to her three times, it was the first time he had ever

seen her completely naked. “You’re gonna pay for all the times

you held out on me, you cold-hearted bitch!” he growled at her,

stroking his thick foreskin lewdly back and forth over the swollen

angry-red bulbous head of his ever-burgeoning cock. “I’m gonna

ram this baby so far down your throat and pump you so full of cum,

it’ll come squishing out your ears!”

   “Cliff …!” Tiffany hissed venomously at her ex-lover. “I’m

going to do it! There are talent scouts – Hollywood agents – out

there, you fool. Get out of here!” she snapped viciously at June.

“Get off the stage!”

   Of the two of them June was the least dumbfounded and the

first to recover. The way Tiffany had been preening herself on

the stage had made her suspicious. “What!” she cried out in a

dramatic outraged voice. “You mean you’re not really the prisoner

of some gang! It’s all a joke? You like acting in these plays?”

   “You double-crossing little cunt!” Cliff swore when the

meaning of what Tiffany had said finally penetrated the fumes of

alcohol in his reeling brain. “We were gonna go off and live

happy ever after, huh! I’ll teach you, by God!” With surprising

agility for a man in his drunken state he sprang over to the wall,

seized a heavy rawhide bullwhip which was hanging there and

advanced menacingly toward the now thoroughly frightened blonde

teenager.

   Obviously he had handled such a whip before because with a

flick of his wrist and forearm he made the long plaited lash snake

out and pop like a pistol shot in the air. “I’ll count to three!”

he roared, cracking the lash dangerously close to the unprotected

golden “vee” between her slender legs. “One …! Two …!”

   With a little moan of fear and frustration Tiffany ran

awkwardly off the stage into the wings where she watched, her

pretty young face contorted by jealousy and hatred, as Cliff

positioned himself on the bed in the middle of the scene and

ordered June to suck his cock.

   “We’ve already had the Wright brothers,” he sneered, making

the long lash zing out so that it coiled like a python around

June’s slender waist. “Now we’ve got the Wright sisters! The

nympho and the prude. A great act! C’mere, you bitch, and start

sucking.” Dropping the butt of the whip on the floor, he pulled

her nakedly struggling body toward the bed by the lash, hand over

hand.

   June let herself be drawn to the bed and hunched down on all

fours between his hairy out-sprawled legs without the slightest

feeling of apprehension or disgust. During all the preceding

excitement her eyes had hardly ever left the blood-engorged head

of the thick erect shaft of his penis … and she had experienced

something like a moment of truth. She realized that not only did

she want that big hard cock in her mouth, but also she wanted all

those people out there in the audience to see her sucking it!

   A lurid thrill chased down her spine as she reached out and

gently cupped the tightened sac of sperm-heavy balls in one hand

while with the other she pulled the creamy foreskin up so that it

almost covered the glistening cone-like glans of his penis, then

pulled it all the way down until her fingers were buried in his

thick brown pubic hairs and the naked member throbbed agonizingly

under its taut silky-pink skin. It didn’t matter that it was

Cliff’s cock … or that he was drunk and reeked of cheap gin …

all that mattered was that the penis was big and hard, and she was

going to put on a performance for all the people out there beyond

the footlights like they had never seen before. She felt nothing

but sympathy for them now. Who was she to be critical? Didn’t

she share their perversion … loving to watch? And now she was

finding an even more shameless and perverted zone of pleasure …

being watched!

   With her breath coming in short hot gasps between her parted

lips, June slowly lowered her beautiful face toward the thick

straining penis that was pulsating like a heart in the palm of her

hand. Her nostrils flared with anticipation as, for the first

time, she smelled the heady pungent aroma of male genitals, There

was already a drop of semen glistening in the tiny hole at the

end, so she deftly licked it away with the tip of her tongue as

she had seen Nina do to Axel, savoring its exotic salty taste

before she circled the tip of his throbbing cock with the warm

softness of her wetly parted lips.

   Cliff groaned as a great wave of satisfied longing washed

over him with the first magical contact of June’s moistened mouth

ringing his long-deprived cock. He raised his head off the bed

and stared incredulously down at the pure clean-lined face framed

by glossy black hair that was bobbing servilely over his groin.

God, it was really June down there sucking his cock! Even in his

wildest dreams he had never expected to see her doing it. And

with such gusto! He groaned again as he felt her wetly heated

tongue swirl around the sensitive underside of his penis while all

the time she kept up her skillful kneading and massaging of his

aching balls with one supple-fingered hand. Involuntarily he

ground his loins upward and the whole huge bulging head and part

of the blue-veined shaft slid smoothly into her butter-soft,

eagerly sucking mouth. Christ, it was too much! If he didn’t

watch out he’d uncork his load before he was ready, and he wanted

to make this last … Every second she was down there slaving

away over his balls was making up for all the dry runs she’d put

him through in the past year … all the times she’d just kissed

him goodnight and sent him home with a hard-on so tight he thought

he’d go off his skull. At least until Tiffany started sneaking

out and taking up where June had left off. But Tiffany, Christ,

she wasn’t the woman June was. She’d never sucked him off like

this, for godsake! She was strictly out to lunch compared to

June.

   He tangled his hands tightly in her thick silky-black hair to

slow the rhythm of her bobbing head and clenched his buttock

muscles in a vain effort to control the dizzily mounting spasms

surging through his groin. It was no use. He let his head flop

back on the bed and closed his eyes, abandoning himself completely

to the subtle ministrations of her ecstatically sucking mouth. He

was going to cum any minute now, he could feel it! Vaguely he

became aware of noise and movement around him … a trudging

grating sound on the rough plank floor like furniture or something

being moved … and with a great effort of will detached himself

from the blissful fire flowing out from his loins through every

vein in his body and forced his eyes open.

   Christ, he was surrounded on three sides by mirrors.

Somebody had pushed three large mirrors on rollers up to the bed,

one at the side and one at each end. In the one at the foot of

the bed he could see June’s luscious ass-cheeks weaving lewdly in

the air as she plunged her honey-sweet mouth farther and farther

down the wetly glistening shaft of his cock. The moons of her

buttocks flared out enticingly, revealing the tiny hairless hole

in her anal crevice and beyond that the parted hair-lined lips of

her tight young cunt with its furrow of moist pink flesh.

   In the side mirror he could see her flushed, lust-contorted

face in clear profile as she sucked hungrily at his rock-hard

penis taking almost all of it in her tightly ovalled mouth now

until only a small section of it showed white and glistening,

protruding from her soft warm mouth.

   The sight intoxicated and infuriated him. With an animal-

like grunt he pushed her head down with both hands and gave a

mighty thrust upwards, watching with cruel satisfaction as the

last bit of white cock disappeared into her wide-stretched young

mouth and her nose was buried deep in his pubic hairs. He felt

the spongy resilient head of his cock slide way beyond her palate

and down into the softness of her sheathing throat. Slowly he

raised her head again, watching in fascination as the pliant flesh

of her lips was pulled out grotesquely along the saliva-slick

length of his rod, clinging stubbornly to it as if she couldn’t

bear to have it go. At the end she gave it a nerve-tingling swipe

with her tongue, then again plunged her warm wet mouth down to the

very base of his cock, this time with no help from him. Faster

and faster she went, milking him up and down with her hungrily

sucking mouth, and he could see her big lush breasts dancing

wildly as she bent to her task with more and more zestful abandon.

A pale sheen of glistening sweat was beginning to form all over

her sensually ripened body and the seductive piquant odor of her

warmly scented cunt was wafted to him by her movements. God, she

was enjoying it as much as he was! The thought toppled him over

the brink, and he felt the scalding charge which had been building

deep in his balls start bubbling and foaming along the length of

his straining cock.

   “Suck it, baby! Don’t stop sucking! I’m cumming!” he

gritted before letting his head drop back on the bed. The muscles

of his neck stood out like cords, and his lips were bared over his

teeth in an anguished grimace as with one last wild convulsive

thrust of his loins he flooded June’s eagerly gulping mouth with

jet after jet of boiling sperm, holding her fast on his madly

jerking cock with both hands until he had emptied himself

completely. When she had swallowed all he had to give and went on

sucking as if she wanted more, his legs twitched and flopped on

the bed like a dying dancer’s. Finally he had to push her away

with a groan.

   “Is that all?” she said, with the shadow of a smile on her

face and a triumphant glint in her eyes. She circled her lips

with the pink tip of her tongue to make sure she had not missed a

drop of his cum.

   “God, June baby, that was too much!” Cliff gazed up at her

with adoring eyes. “Honey you’re worth a thousand Tiffanys. I

was just crazy, I guess. Listen, we’ll go home. I’ll get my job

back with old man Chisolm, and we’ll get married just like we

always planned. Right?”

   “I think that’s an excellent idea,” June agreed. “Except for

one little detail …” She slid with a newly acquired feline

litheness off the bed and picked the bullwhip up off the floor

where it had fallen from Cliff’s limp hand. Turning toward the

wings of the stage, she called in a loud compelling contralto,

“Tiffany! Come here!”

   There was no denying the power behind that command. The

young blonde girl timidly advanced onto the stage as if against

her will, her eyes fixed fearfully on the whip which June held in

her hands. When she had reached the bed, June continued, “You’re

both going home all right. Cliff will get his job with Chisolm

Realty back. Tiffany will finish up high school and then get a

job of her own. But before that …” she paused significantly to

let her words sink in. “Before that, you’re going to get married.

Right in New York City. And when you get home, you’ll live in

Daddy’s house and take care of him for the rest of his days. Is

that clear!” she yelled with sudden dramatic intensity at the

dumbfounded couple. “From now on you take care of him. I’m

staying here. This is where I belong!”

   With that she turned her back on them as if they had ceased

to exist and faced the audience with the whip held high over her

head and the fire of victory flashing in her eyes. Her lustrous

black mane of hair flowed over her satiny snow-white shoulders,

half-concealing her proudly jutting breasts. In that pose she

looked like an Amazon queen, a vision of striking barbaric beauty.

   “Bravo!” someone shouted. Then the applause began, building

to a thunderous torrent that made the old loft shake and vibrate

like a ship riding out a heavy storm.

   “Encore! Encore!” The shout was taken up on all sides and

became a rhythmic chant until June regally raised her shapely arms

in a signal for silence.

   “All right,” she said in a calm quiet voice that carried

effortlessly to every corner of the hall. “We’ll have an encore

…” She smiled mysteriously to herself, then called out in a

challenging voice. “Borman, you sneaky bastard, come up here! I

know you’re out there somewhere. And bring that pimply-faced

friend of yours along. I’ve got a little something for both of

you.”

   There was laughter in the audience and some more scattered

applause, then Jock Richmond minus his pimples entered from the

wings. He was dressed immaculately as a butler … except that he

wore no pants … and was carrying a silver tray with a bottle of

champagne, three glasses and some tiny sandwiches on it.

   “Madame called?” he queried, bowing respectfully. Behind him

waddled an enormous shaggy brown bear.”

Chapter 8

“Sitting comfortably on the bed between Jock and the bear,

sipping champagne and nibbling at the tasty little sandwiches of

caviar and smoked salmon, June asked Jock what had happened to his

pimples.

   “Madame cured them this morning with her beautiful ass-hole,”

Jock replied imperturbably. “Madame has great gifts, if one may

be permitted to say so.”

   “Of course,” June graciously smiled. “And what is this cute

little bear’s name?”

   “Buster, I believe. What’s your name, cute little bear?”

Jock inquired blandly.

   “Get me out of this goddamn suit!” Axel Borman’s muffled

voice roared out of the bear’s head. He raised a front paw with

sharp curved black claws and lightly stroked June’s rounded

tapering thigh, leaving a trail of faint white scratch marks on

her creamy white skin.

   “Oh, the poor thing’s trying to tell us something,” June

exclaimed compassionately. “Whatever do you suppose it is?”

   “He probably just wants to fuck,” Jock surmised. “He has a

one-track mind.”

   “Really …?” June drawled with a twinkle in her eye. “Do

bears fuck the same way we do?”

   “I’ve never actually seen them in the act, Madame, but I

believe they do it dog-fashion, if Madame will excuse the

expression,” Jock answered, taking her glass from her and setting

it on the floor. “Bears really don’t have much imagination,

love,” he murmured in her ear as he pushed her down on the bed and

speared his pointed tongue between her parted willing lips.

Before she closed her eyes with a sigh of contentment she caught a

glimpse of his virilely throbbing penis jutting up out in front of

his waistcoat. It was a ridiculous sight but she didn’t feel like

laughing … Sucking Cliff’s cock had made her so hotly aroused

that she felt she could take on ten men, one after another …

first Jock, then Axel, then whoever else wanted a run for their

money. She was free from all her old fears and inhibitions now.

She had found her true element in her sexual prowess and knew that

never again would she spend a miserable night alone in bed without

the ardent caresses of a lover to drift her off to sleep … At

least, she amended, not for a long, long time …

   Gently she ran the tips of her fingernails down Jock’s lean

muscular flank and across his sinewy buttocks, marveling at how

hard they were, inhaling his good clean male scent. She should

have guessed that morning that those pimples were just make-up …

a man with a superbly conditioned body like Jock’s wouldn’t have

pimples like that … but she had been so groggy and confused.

Even so, pimples and all, he had opened a gate to a whole unknown

area of pleasure for her. She sucked his stiffened tongue

hungrily deeper into the wet cavern of her mouth and her hand

closed around the warm, rock-hard girth of his cock, guiding the

sticky spongy head between the soft swelling folds of her eagerly

pulsating pussy to her moist vaginal opening. God, she couldn’t

wait to have that great virile rod of hard flesh all the way up

her cunt! She opened her legs wide and pumped her cock-hungry

pelvis powerfully up against him, gasping with delight as she felt

his pulsing hardness sink into her wetly waiting pussy up to the

hilt on the first fierce thrust … She held him there for a long

moment, feeling the slick heated walls of her vagina instinctively

closing around his captured shaft like a snug rubber glove and the

answering throb of his cock-head.

   “Oooooohhhhhhh …” June sighed as he began a regular in-and-

out fucking pattern, sweeping into her with long hard deep strokes

which nearly knocked the breath out of her body, then pulling out

with a tantalizing rotary movement that left her twisting sideways

on the bed and thrusting her pelvis upward to alleviate the sudden

feeling of emptiness. For awhile she was aware of Borman cursing

and grunting on the bed beside her and also of the fact that she

was being fucked on a stage with God knows how many people looking

on … Then gradually Axel, the audience, the stage, all faded

beyond the horizon of her consciousness and she was alone on the

vast heaving sea of her erotic pleasure with the wonderful

tireless cock that forged into her like a sturdy indomitable ship,

flinging back magnetic waves of erotic excitement from its

plunging bow and a long milky lane of frothing contentment

churning in its wake …

   Her blissful journey into oblivion was abruptly shattered by

a loud thump as something – the bear head no doubt – was hurled

onto the floor near the bed and Borman growled in an irritable, no

longer muffled voice:

   “Tough titty, the fucking zipper’s stuck. I guess I’ll just

have to keep the goddamn suit on, roll ‘er over on her side,

Jock.”

   She felt Jock shift his weight and slide off her, pulling her

with him so that the head of his hard erect penis remained lodged

teasingly just inside her eagerly quivering vaginal entrance.

Then Axel’s sharp-clawed bear paws were pulling the nakedly

rounded cheeks of her ass apart, and she felt the dry coarse fur

of the costume pressing scratchily against the tender skin of her

back and buttocks.

   What on earth was he going to do?

   For a split second a wave of wild unreasoning panic submerged

June as if she really had been seized from behind by a savage

animal. It was Axel Borman back there, of course, but suppose he

lost control … he had frightened her so terribly the night

before, and she wasn’t at all sure it had all been an act. He had

that streak of mad violence in him that came to the surface when

he had been drinking, and she could smell the alcohol on his

breath now. Then she heard his familiar grim derisive chuckle.

   “Reach back and aim my cock up your ass-hole, June dear,” he

grated in her ear. “Unless you want me to do it with these

goddamn bear claws.”

   June gasped and her heart raced when she understood what he

intended to do … take her anally at the same time Jock took her

from the front. God, she had thought of taking on ten men, one

after the other … but two at once? Was it physically possible?

And she was already so sore back there from Jock’s rape of her

rectum that morning.

   “Get going!” warned Borman’s menacing voice and she felt one

huge paw with its leathery pads close hard around one of her

sensitively throbbing breasts. God, with those razor-sharp claws

he could rip it off with one swipe if he got carried away.

Gingerly she reached around behind her, grasping the granite-hard

shaft of his hotly throbbing penis which stuck like a wagon tongue

out through a special hole in the shaggy itchy fur, and guided it

to the tiny puckered ring of her much abused anus.

   “You want me to tickle your balls, too, Buster Bear?” she

couldn’t resist taunting him.

   Her reply was a searing sheet of flame that engulfed her body

as if she had been flung into a blast furnace when without

preparation Axel’s mammoth cock speared up her back passage like a

branding iron.

   “Oh God, wait! Please stop!” she pleaded, trying to writhe

away from him only to rebound from a thrust of Jock’s pelvis.

   “That’ll teach you to crack wise with Buster Bear,” Axel

sniggered cruelly, ramming another good three inches of his long

thick cock up her tight nether channel at one jolt. Jock had done

a good job of reaming her out, he mused. He could already feel

her softening and expanding up there to make room for him. With

blunt massive strokes he began to buffet her toward Jock who

banged her back to him with a flex of his muscular loins as if she

was a ball on a handball court. Back and forth, back and forth

… And then the ball was bouncing of its own volition, shouting

lewd encouragement, wanting to be fucked “harder … deeper!”

   June was far out on her interminable sea of pleasure again,

only now there was no horizon, just darkness and the constant

buffeting of enormous waves that pitched her higher and higher

from one miraculous crest of ecstasy to another until she thought

she would go out of her mind with the sheer intensity of it.

There had never been sensation like this before, never, never,

never! And it was only the beginning …

   “Waaaaagggggghhhhh, I’m cumming. I’m CUMMING!”

   Her scream of rapture overflowed the makeshift theater and

echoed resonantly back from the remotest corners of the immense

loft.

   High up on some scaffolding where he was manning the

spotlights, Dippy Gallagher nodded his head in heartfelt approval.