Peeping Sister
(M+/ff, inc, teen, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

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 jerk, 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. And for good reason with a petite 4'10, 90-lb. frame complete with extremely plump DD-cup breasts.

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 sister Tiffany... her little baby sister Tiffany who was supposed 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 immensely thick nine-inch 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 asscheeks 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 ass and began to pump his hand rhythmically in and out between her flat-spread asscheeks 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 ass, 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 tight ass, 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 cockhead up her sister's ass... 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 ass 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 asscheeks.

"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 ass.

"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 clit 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 clit 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 ass, 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 ass. "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 ass 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 ass while she hysterically drubbed the swollen bud of her clit 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.


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.

"Sick fucking 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.


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 asscheeks 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.

"What? 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?

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 clit 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 clit 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 clit 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 clit... 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 clit. 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 clit 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 asscheeks 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 French 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 French 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 clit, 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 clit. 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 clit 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 clit 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 clit 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."


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 cockhead 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 cockhead 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 eleven-inch length of prick 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 clit 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 clit 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 n